Days turned into weeks while Draco and Hermione learned to live with one another. They spent hours upon hours talking about their lives, giving light to their versions of Hogwarts. Draco learned that even though she was a part of the Golden Trio, Hermione still dealt with many other hardships in her life as well. Hermione learned that the life of a pureblooded heir was rather hectic and chaotic.

Draco knew she needed a push to do this, but did not want to seem like he wanted it to be the end of everything. He would ask every morning if she wanted to visit her family. Some days she would say yes, and just stand there watching them, other days she would say no, and would go sight seeing around Australia. It finally reached two months of avoiding it, and he decided it was time.

"Hermione, you need to do this, so either you do it, or I will." Hermione looked up from her morning coffee at him, her jaw slack from not expecting this. She closed her mouth, thinking of what to say.

"I know."

"Will you talk to them first, or just undo the charm?"

"To be honest, I have not thought about it. Part of me wants to get it over with, while the other part wants me to talk with them first, then figure it out."

"You need to figure it out by the time we get there."

Silently, the two got up off the couch and went to get ready. Hermione made sure her beaded bag had everything she needed, as well as double checking the books for the proper way to perform the charm she needed to do. Grabbing a light jacket, she looped her arm in his and they apparated away.

They walked the familiar path towards the house, and she paused where she did every time. Draco's hand found her and he gave it a little squeeze. She looked into his eyes, and he gave her an approving nod. One deep breath later, she was walking slowly up the walkway to the front door. Her hand reached for the door bell, but she pulled it away. Draco saw this, and pressed the door bell himself. Once more his hand squeezed hers as she thought to turn and run.

Why was she so scared? These were her own parents, for crying out loud! Hermione mentally prepared herself while waiting for the door to open. She began to fidget nervously, anticipation killing her for wanting this whole thing to be over.

The door slowly opened, and she was soon face to face with her mother.

"Hello? May I help you?" Her mother asked as she looked upon the two in front of her.

"Um..." Hermione froze. She did not know how to do this. She looked quickly at Draco, who then took charge of things.

"Hello Ma'am, is your husband home? We have something we would like to discuss with the two of you."

"Why yes, please, come in!" She lead the way to the living room, as she called out for her husband to join them. Hermione looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. Even though she wiped their memory of all magic and her, they still had the same tastes in furnishings. She let out a soft smile, and sat down on a couch that looked as if it could be in their old house back in England. Hermione's father entered and sat down next to his wife.

"Pardon me, but do you have a restroom I could use for a second?" Draco asked softly. Hermione looked at him as if he were crazy, but his look in return was a reassuring one. Hermione's mother told him the directions to take, and he went down the hallway. Hermione sat there, alone on the couch, wringing her hands, unsure of how to start this conversation or how to integrate the charm.

"So... um... How are you two doing this lovely day?" her voice squeaked out.

"Just lovely, we were planning on going out to a lovely dinner tonight," her mother responded. Her father put his arm lovingly around her shoulders, and she kissed his cheek. They looked so happy not knowing, Hermione was getting cold feet, wanting to just forget everything. "Do we need to wait for your partner, or can you start to tell us what is going on?"

"Well, I gu-" Hermione looked at her hands, unable to make eye contact with her parents who did not even recognize her anymore.

"OH! Where am I?" Her mother shrieked!

"Hermione, what on earth is going on?" her father demanded. At this moment, Draco came walking into the living room, as if nothing has happened.

"Ah yes, hello Mr. and Mrs Granger. I believe we need to have a long talk right about now." Draco started. Hermione looked at him in disbelief. He leaned in to her and whispered in her ear "I knew you would not be able to do it, I have been reading your books too, so I did it for you. Forgive me?" She shot him a glare, and looked towards her parents.

"Mom. Dad. The war is over. Many people died, many good people have died. But we won. He-who-must-not-be-named has been defeated, and it is safe for my kind to live their lives. I am sorry that I had to remove your memory of me and magic. It was the only way to keep you safe, as well as sending you here, Australia. Yes, I know. I should have talked this over with you guys, but I couldn't risk our conversation being over heard, or you two getting tracked, or getting one of our letters intercepted and them getting to me. But there is nothing to fear now! I am alive, Harry and Ron too! We should go back home, to England."

The only set of dry eyes were Draco's, who looked a tad bit awkward as the family embraced and cried. He cleared his throat to remind everybody that he was still there.

"Um... Mom... Dad... While I was looking for the note I left for myself to remind me where I hid you two... I found something in the attic." Her dad looked at his wife, and took a deep breath. He knew this day would come, and was very reluctant to have this conversation.

"'Mione, sweetie, you technically have been safe the whole time, yet you didn't know it." Draco's eyebrow raised in interest mixed with confusion. "Your mother and I are both Squibs. We raised you as a muggle because we could not stand the shame we put onto both our families, and we did not want to provide anymore disappointment to them. The family pretended we just disappeared, because it was a common thing to do. Some witches and wizards moved to other countries, while many stayed in the area to flaunt. We just hid out in the muggle world, blending in with everybody else."

"So, when I took you guys to Diagon Alley for the first time... it really wasn't? You two were never impressed?"

"Oh honey!" Her mother cried out. "We were always proud of you! When you were born, we did not know if you were going to have magic or not. Part of us wished you would not have it, so we could just go on like a normal muggle family. But when you showed your first signs of magic, we knew that we would have to play along, just for your sake. We are sorry we never told you sooner, but it is easier to have been know as a muggle-born instead of the daughter of two Squibs!"

Draco looked at the family, in shock of what was going on. He was not expecting to find out that this woman he accompanied here, who he bullied all throughout school for being muggle-born, was a pureblood like himself. He watched as Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out a book and some papers.

"I just... I have to know. Is this our family? Am I really a Dewin?" Both her parents looked at each other and looked back at her, slowly nodding at the same time. "I went to look at the Magical Records before I came here to look for you two. The gentleman said I was not allowed to view it. What did you guys do to get it so that the only people who could look at it, besides the Ministry, was you two?"

"We had a feeling, with how bright of a witch you were, that you would try to figure it out, or one of your young friends might have and you would have gone asking. We asked them not to show it unless we gave you a note or were with you. We are truly sorry, sweetie. But we had to do it."

"I... I think I am going to go now." Hermione said as she stood up to leave.

"Come back tomorrow, please?" her mother pleaded. "We need to get back home, and then we can talk more about this, even take a trip to Diagon Alley, so we can show you things you never knew."

Hermione only nodded as she walked out the door. Draco said a brief thank you and good bye before chasing after the young and distraught witch.

"HERMIONE!" He yelled as she began to run towards the apparation point. "Please! Wait!" She stopped, and turned to face him. He reached out and grabbed her, as she apparated back to the house they were staying at, and ran into her room. "Hermione!" He banged on the door. "Please talk to me." He heard nothing, and figured she put up a silencing spell.

"Damn it Hermione. I am not here to tell you what to do, I just only wish you would talk to me. I wish you would have warned me about this before you jumped into it. A little preparation would have been nice," he chuckled too himself. He sat down, putting his back on the door. "You can trust me. I know that is a little hard to believe after I did lie about who I was to get you here, but my intentions are all good. After these past couple weeks of getting to know the real you, I have taken quite a liking to you. I find that I can't stop thinking about you. When you are not here, or when you lock yourself in your room, I worry. I fear I may have done something wrong, done something to make you hate me. I don't want you to hate me. I really don't. If I could... I would take back everything I did to you at Hogwarts. Hell, if we both knew you were a pureblood, things could have been much different. But pureblood or muggle-born, you are still amazing, and you have taken over my thoughts. I just wish you would let me comfort you. This could be a good thing. But, you probably have a silencing charm up, and I may have just wasted my breath. I only want you to know I want more out of our friendship. But I don't have the guts to say it to your face, so I say it to a door, a lovely piece of wood. Maybe one day I will be able to say this to you and get the courage to ask you to be mine. But until then, I guess I will go back to longing for more."

Draco sighed and got up, walking to his bedroom. He shut the door, falling onto his bed. Little did he know, on the other side of the door, Hermione was sitting against it, silent tears streaming down her cheeks as she listened to his confession. She opened the door just a moment too late.

"Draco," she whispered "Me too."