Hermione Granger took off her three inch heels as she entered her childhood home. Well that date had been awkward at best though Peter had been rather kind. They just hadn't known what to say having not seen each other in years. It was like two strangers having dinner together with their parents not being physically there, but having their presence hovering over the table.

Sitting down on the couch, Hermione made to rub her slightly sore ankle. As she did so, a flashing image of a blonde haired male passed. Hermione made a face as she couldn't believe of all people Malfoy had just crossed her mind. She hadn't even thought about the person once in years. But he was a healer... Laying back and elevating her ankle slightly, she couldn't help but think at the strange turn of events.

She also wondered if Harry or Ron even, knew that their former childhood enemy was now a healer. It really was a strange turn of events. Draco Malfoy was a healer and here she was stuck in limbo. Not that she would ever have to work, she was practically set for life having created and patented the potion that could reverse the Obliviate spell and let its victim regain memory.

She had worked for three years nonstop on it after having found her parents in Australia, almost having no life and no social function outside of her potions lab. Whatever relationship she and Ron had tried to make hadn't worked out. Ron wasn't the patient kind of person and in the end, during her three year recluse from practically the world, they'd parted deciding that being friends was best. And now Ron was engaged to a woman who had taken Ginny's spot as the HolyHead Harpies star chaser.

How strange their world had become... she had no job and no aspirations for her future, Gregory Goyle was engaged to a muggle, and Draco Malfoy was a Healer of all things. Those thoughts still fluttering, Hermione began to doze off right there on the couch.

!

Draco heavily sighed before rolling his neck to get the kinks out. Today was a slow day at St. Liberi's, the small children's ward that was a small branch of St. Mungos.

It was easier for him to treat children than it was adults as children didn't know his name and history. They were trusting and doeful; just wanting to get back to being normal and continue on with their daily routines. Adults didn't trust him and would always demand a new doctor so his mentor, a kind matron who'd ignored all prejudice and allowed him to train under her anyway, suggested his transfer to Liberi.

It had hurt, a lot at first. It was like one rejection after another but as he began to work with the children, he couldn't help but come to love his job, it was all he had imagined when he wanted to become a Healer. He didn't dread a patient calling him murderer or Death Eater anymore. He was just a doctor here at St. Liberi's, nothing more, nothing less.

Hearing a tap tap against the window, he craned his head. His eyes briefly narrowed at the dusty grey owl, never having seen it before but opened the window anyway.

It was an invitation to a restaurant by Goyle to make a special announcement. Draco had to grin as he already knew what the special announcement was but it'd be nice to see the bunch of them again.

!

"Mum, really!" Hermione groaned as her mother informed her that Peter apparently had a great time on the date and wanted to ask her out again tonight before she went home.

"Oh honey, this is just so exciting." Her mother clapped her hands. "I can help you get ready for your date!"

Hermione literally shuddered at the thought.

"You know, I missed all that. Your first date..."

Hermione's doelike eyes widened before her face fell a little. Her parents never truly reprimanded her on obliviating them, they understood her reasoning no matter how much they detested so.

"Of course," Hermione gulped as she tried to make sure that her mother wouldn't see any tears springing from her eyes. "Why don't we get our hair done together?" She asked with a forced smile. As her mother nodded, any mother daughter bonding time made her rather giddy, a complete contrast to her business like persona, she left Hermione standing in her room as she went to make reservations.

As soon as her mother left, Hermione closed her eyes as the memories of those three years without her parents knowing who she was, came back to her. It had been hard. She wasn't technically an orphan but her parents had no idea who she was when she'd gone to go see them and she had felt so alone after all that they had lost in the war. Mrs. Weasley had done all she could, but she had her own family to worry about with the loss of Fred.

Sitting on her bed, Hermione offered a small smile. She hated pampering on herself and could honestly careless how she looked as she went on date number two, which could possibly be an even more awkward date with Peter as she already knew that she had no interest in him. Not to mention, according to Harry and Ron, she was a terrible actor so Peter was bound to know that soon enough.

Two hours later, Hermione had more than just her hair done. Her light brown hair had been conditioned so that it was so sleek, she could almost bounce dew drops off of it. Her mother hadn't stopped there though. Her nails had been painted a very non Hermionelike powder pink on her toes and classic French nails on her finger tips. While her mother had been getting her own nails done, her and the manicurist had apparently been talking so next thing Hermione knew, she was also getting her makeup done.

"Beautiful," Jane Granger smiled softly as her daughter came down the steps wearing a sleeveless light brown fitted column dress ending mid thigh. Her birthstone pendant rested just above the square neckline of the dress, her only accessory of the evening.

"If he asks you to go to his place-"

"Dad!" Hermione interrupted. "Please no," She said not wanting to hear the speech. She was already scarred enough from when she was in her early teens and her father had tried to talk to her, only to completely scare her as he had actually borrowed diagrams from the doctor's office near his dental one. "Anyway, Peter's staying with his folks for the visit."

Neil Granger actually looked up slightly at the thought, then nodded. Knowing his daughter and the Lovett's no matter how much Marcy liked Hermione, that wasn't going to be happening. "Be safe. You have your wand?" He asked as even though he detested magic at times, now more than ever when it came to his own daughter putting a spell on them, he knew males and Hermione wasn't exactly the most intimidating looking female in the world. Guys would think her easy prey with just one look. And tonight with his wife going overboard, one was just asking for trouble and he wanted her to at least be able to defend herself.

"Yes daddy," Hermione softly smiled.

Before either parent could say more, the ringing of the doorbell came.

!

"So what's this breaking news?" Blaise asked as he sat beside Draco.

"You think Gregory's going to fight the ministry for his inheritance finally?" Pansy Parkinson asked on Draco's other side, not touching him in an intruding manner but trying to insert herself towards him nonetheless.

"I doubt that." Theodore snorted. "If he were, we wouldn't be at a muggle restaurant. I think it has something to do with Cynthia. Maybe he finally bucked up."

Not being able to help herself from her upbringing, Pansy made a face at Gregory Goyle's muggle girlfriend. It wasn't that she didn't like the girl, because she didn't, though she couldn't quite bring herself to respect the girl either. But in some ways she was afraid that with Golye leading the way, the rest of them, meaning the males would also break the mold and start to marry Muggle's too and she'd had her heart set into marrying one of her peers since she was young. It was what she'd been promised by her parents...

"Is that?" Daphne Greengrass asked looking over Blaise's shoulder at the entrance.

On cue, all of them, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Pansy, Astoria Greengrass by association with her sister, Millicent, and some kid named Westley that none of them knew but Goyle had managed to make friends with during his time working at his workplace, all turned around.

Standing at the entrance looking slightly around her was what certainly looked like Hermione Granger or possibly her hot twin, standing beside some blonde male none of them knew.

Their eyes followed as Granger's dark brown boot clad legs took long strides to a table across from them.

"Your menus," the host said. "Your waiter Jean Francois will be right with you,"

"Thank you," Hermione smiled up at the host as she opened up her menu.

"Of course Madamoiselle." The host nodded before leaving them.

"I'm sorry I didn't know we were going so fancy or else I would have," Hermione began to say as she looked down at her long knee length brown boots that her Mum had insisted she wear, as they made her legs longer, but was interrupted.

"No please, you, you, uh, look great."

Hermione looked up all prepared to smile but her smile got caught as she met several intense and shocked gazes from several of her peers she hadn't seen in years, except one that she'd had the unfortunate encounter of getting hit with a car by just yesterday.