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It had been 8 years since the wizarding world in Britain had seen Hermione Granger.
She was the brightest witch of the age, and not long after the war ended she disappeared into thin air, or so it seemed.
The daily prophet and other papers speculated on her whereabouts for years but none of them were ever even close to the truth.
The truth was that Hermione had just about had enough, once the war was over she tried to get her parents memories back. She tried for months only to be told by multiple healers that her obliviation was too strong, and to try and undo it would be an unkindness to her parents. Devastated, Hermione agreed. They were happy living their childless lives as Mr and Mrs Wilkins.
Her romance with Ron ended before it could even start. Once Ron knew she would be going back to Hogwarts to complete her last year, he had cheated on her.
He argued that because they hadn't had sex yet, they weren't in a real relationship. He was free to sleep with whomever he wanted. He told her if she wanted to keep him, then she would have to sleep with him. She had started to laugh at his suggestion but balked when he had grabbed her by the shoulders. He dug his fingers into her skin, enough to break the skin and for her to shout out in pain. He threw her on on the bed and started to unbuckle his trousers. She was out of his room before he could even blink.
His family weren't shocked that he cheated. They even went as far as to say she should of expected it. Molly took great pleasure in banning her from the house. She had always been a bitter and petty woman when it came to her sons... and Harry, who she treated better than Ron sometimes. She remembered the time she received an Easter egg the size of a chicken egg, all because Molly Weasley believed the things that foul Rita Skeeter reported back in fourth year at school.
She had gone to Grimmauld place and Harry offered her a place to stay. Harry and Ginny Weasleys relationship had also fizzled out. They both agreed they were better friends than lovers. Feeling grateful to her friend, she settled in and was happy for a few months
Kingsley had allowed Harry to become an auror with no training at the age of 18, which was completely bonkers. He needed to see a mind healer, and not go running straight into fight after fight. She had tried to make him see reason, but it fell on deaf ears. One night he came home from work absolutely furious, he had failed a mission and took it out on her. He slapped her face with the back of his hand and pinned her to a wall, gripped her round the throat and tried to pull her trousers off. He stank of fire whiskey. Hermione, being excellent at wandless non verbal magic stunned Harry and fled.
She had no family, she had no friends.
She was alone.
She packed her little beaded bag with everything she owned, owled a letter to professor McGonagall informing her she wouldn't be attending her last year and disapperated.
Hermione sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was tired, exhausted actually. She had been on the road non stop for a year. Travelling around in a huge tour bus was fun the first time she did it. After 7 years it was becoming a chore. She loves what she does for a living, but the travelling and never settling down in one place was becoming unbearable. She had no real fixed address, hardly any friends apart from her band and manager, she was also single, too frightened to get close to another man after how she was treated by Harry and Ron.
Groaning Hermione stood and walked towards the mini fridge, Instead of beers, wine and vodka it only contained water and fruit juices. Oh yeah. She was also a recovering alcoholic.
"I think this may be my last tour for a while Mike, I'm running on fumes"
"Take all the time you need Mya. Your fans aren't going anywhere" her manager replied smiling at her.
"Besides you work too hard. Take a break girly and have some fun"
Hermione thought about this, she could do with a vacation. Maybe after the tour finishes she could visit Italy or maybe the Carribbean. Soak up some sun.
Her last two concerts were next week. The first was her usual set up, she strutted around the stage in either outlandish costumes or almost next to nothing, while belting song after song out to huge crowds.
She loves singing. She loves writing songs. She was just done with the exhaustion.
Her last concert will be a milder toned down version for her younger fans. Most songs toned down, no foul language and no raunchiness. She adored her younger fans. She couldn't expose them to the more adult side of her songs, like she knew a few artists had done recently. They were slated in the Muggle press.
Ah the paparazzi, another reason for taking a break. Her face and name plastered in almost every newspaper and magazine. She was surprised no one in the magical community had reached out to her. Surely muggleborns would recognise her?
But maybe they just didn't look hard enough. She still has masses of curly hair but it is now a shining blonde, she has also filled out since the war. No longer a starving child on the run, she has the curves shes always wanted. Nice sized breasts, toned flat stomach, slightly wide hips and a pert bottom. She worked hard on her body and was proud of it.
Yawning now, Hermione grabbed her water and headed to her bunk at the back of the bus. Collapsing into heavy sleep she dreamt of sandy beaches, clear waters and a fresh start.
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"Daddy pweese! I wants to go, aunty Pans said she will be in London next week"
Scorpius Malfoy was pleading to his father and it was breaking his heart.
"Buddy, we've talked about this, I have lots of work to do. I can't just take time off for this"
Draco had been rebuilding his reputation ever since the war ended. He had a busy Apothacary business that was growing so much he was scoping out other properties and other cities to expand. He also owned buildings to rent along with other other small but successful businesses.
He was acquitted of all charges at his trial under the stipulation that he repeated his last year at Hogwarts, and receives outstanding's in his NEWTS. He was relieved to hear he could do this via correspondence.
He's been grateful for this second chance and ever since and has done everything in his power to make a name for himself.
He was especially grateful for Hermione Granger for testifying on his behalf, and lobbying for the acquittal.
He spent a few years trying to find her. To thank her, to also apologise, but all his letters were returned unopened. He told his friends that he hadn't thought of the witch in years. But in reality, he thought of her often. How different their lives could've been if he was brave enough to tell her how he felt.
"But Daddy aunty Pans said she will take me"
He now had his arms crossed. Draco rolled his eyes. This boy means business.
Pinching the bridge of his nose and shouting for Pansy he sighed and looked up at his waiting son. He is adorable. He's the spitting image of himself when he was younger. 'Poor boy, just glad he hasn't inherited my pointiness' he thought to himself.
"Draco, everything ok?" Came Pansy's voice from down the corridor
"Did you tell Scorp that you would take him to a concert next week?"
Pansy came in to view with her hands on her hips
"Yep, I have 4 tickets. You, me, Scorp and Theo- Now don't look at me like that Draco! Your son wants to go to this concert. You know he's been obsessed with this singer for years. Come and spend time with your son"
Draco knew he had lost this battle. "Fine, what time does it start?"
Clapping his hands Scorpius runs to his father and jumps in his lap for a hug "Thank you daddy. You will love her. She's really pretty and she can sing and she dances too!"
Laughing Draco scoops his son up and walks him down to the kitchen. "I'm sure she is pretty bud, maybe a bit old for you don't you think?"
"Not for me daddy! For you" his son pats him on the cheek.
Merlin, this kid needed to spend more time with kids his own age, instead of listening to Pansy and her mission to get him a new wife
Pansy laughed at the look on Draco's face and said her goodbyes. Promising to take Scorpius for breakfast in a few days
Draco had gained sole custody of Scorpius when he was 2 years old. His ex wife Astoria never wanted him. She never spent time with either of them. She was just happy spending his galleons and going to parties, sleeping with whomever she could.
Draco could admit that he wasn't the best husband, but they had just come out of a war. He was barely 18, forced into a marriage he didn't want by his parents. He didn't know Astoria very well, but knew she resented being married off to a failed death eater. Even though her family stayed neutral during the war, Draco knew where they stood on blood purity. He didn't want that for his son. He didn't want him growing up like he did. Didn't want his son using the horrible names he used to spout as a child.
Draco sits at the kitchen table with Scorpius who's now chatting his ear off about seeing his favourite singer.
"What's her name again Scorp?"
"Mya. Do you want to listen to her before we go?" Scorpius asks excitedly, he grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him towards his bedroom.