A/N Hey everyone who was clicked on this story! If you're one of the people that has been reading Redemption, I've abandoned it until I have a good idea for it, I had a plot wrote up, but the beginning just didn't go the way I wished it would've. So I wrote this story! It's a short Dramione story, and if I might be writing some one-shots one the side of this story if you guys like it! There's 13 chapters in total, with an epilogue, but only about 10,000 words. Hope you like it!

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Hermione's POV

Another day, another year, and it's gone. What's the importance of a birthday if there's no one to celebrate it with?

So that's where my nineteenth birthday has led me, in a bar celebrating with tequila and whiskey shots. Granted it's only 12:01 in the morning, but it's still my birthday.

I decide to leave, to avoid the stares of all the men. I walk home slowly, and look at the stars in the sky, so bright on this September night. I think about everything that has lead me here, on this night, with no one to be by me. Why didn't I just say yes to Ron? Me and my second guessing and over-analyzing.

He told me he loves me yet I couldn't bring myself to reciprocate the feelings, and while I could've lied and said I did, but it wouldn't have felt right. Nothing ever felt right with him anymore, the slight caresses when we went out to eat, and whenever he grabbed my hand I wanted to resist the urge to snatch it back. I looked up, and saw the door to my small flat that overlooked muggle London. I couldn't bear to be near him, or any other Weaslys for that matter after I rejected him, so I left and used some of the money that the Ministry granted me for helping defeat Voldemort.

I've been living here for about five months, and it's peaceful. I have a small library that I opened up in a small town not far from here. I didn't move there because its to small for my liking, and I'm used to the big crowds, but everyone knows my name and my library in the little town of Rolitch.

I sighed and dropped my purse in the corner. I made my way to the quaint kitchen, perfect for one person. Then I saw it, an owl. Peacefully sleeping on the open window ledge, the letter forgotten on the floor. I gingerly picked it up, no one had tied contacting me after i disappeared, and it was better that way. I gingerly open the letter, not sure what to expect.

Dear My True Daughter,

I'm sorry for not contacting you for so long, your father and I wish we could bring back all these years that we've been without you, but alas, we can't. My name is Josephine Parkinson, your mother, we had given birth to twins, but one died in childbirth, and we were left with the other. Our hearts were broken, and we can't explain to you how much grief we went through. You were taken to be buried and nothing more was said, we didn't go to the grave site, or the funeral.

Last month, we decided to go for the first time. We had nothing to lose after the war, and we wanted to think of how our lives would have been, had you still been with us. Imagine our surprise when there was no grave for you. And when we went back to they said that at the last minute you came back. They tried contacting us, but no one answered. So they sent you to muggle orphanage, not wanting the war to destroy something as precious as a little baby. And you were adopted the next day, by muggles. That is as much as we know about you, we hope you went to Hogwarts, and that you were not made fun a lot for being a supposed muggle-born. We're sorry, and hope you can forgive us in time. And if you don't believe us, look in the mirror, the glamour charm placed in you by the healers should have worn off by now.

The owl is yours to keep and name.

Your loving parents, Josephine, and Julian.

(Pansy would love to get to know you)

I sighed. And trudged toward the mirror, I was to tired to be surprised by this. The whole thing just seemed hilarious to me. I looked up and was appalled, I was breathtaking. My skin was pale, not sickly so, but it seemed to shimmer under the light, and my hair cascaded down my back in soft raven curls. I didn't even recognize myself. I went from a B-cup to a C-cup, and I could see Pug-Face-Parkinson in my reflection, but only if you looked closely. I seemed to be the less Pug-Face version of her, with my striking aqua eyes that sparkled under the lamp.

I ran out of the bathroom and to my room. I tried on all of my clothes, but none fit. I sighed, and grabbed over sized lingerie that I had bought, but never fit into and never had the heart to return. Then I slipped on a to-tight white blouse, and pleated black skirt that used to be knee length, but now stopped around mid-thigh. Throwing on my stockings and some black combat boots, and apparated away to my destination . Granted it was only 5:00 am, but the small bakery in Rolitch that I usually went to opened around this time.

Turning around in the dark alleyway, I walked down to the bright bakery, the tiny cakes and pastries making a heavenly smell drift towards my direction. The rising sun was beautiful with the morning lights. It was easy to forget about my problems here, and when the small bell rang above the door, I was peaceful.

"Oh hello, I haven't seen you around here, are you new to town."

I looked up and awe, the owner smiling sweetly at me, and I thought of giving myself a new name, but what would the point in that be, might as well come up with some story about y new appearance.

"Hello Mrs.C it's me Harmony, I just changed a little in appearance, needed a bit of change."

"Oh dear, it looks wonderful, you seem to fit you new looks better than your old ones, not that you weren't beautiful then."

"Thank you Mrs.C, and can I have the usual?"

"Of course darling."

Then she bustled off to bring my order. Mrs.C was a lovely old women who ran the bakery. She opened it after her husband died from Lukemia a few years ago. She and I had become good friends over the few months that I had been here. I took my usual seat facing the window. She brought my chocolate crossaint and coffee, and I began to munch happily, taking occasional sips of the scalding hot coffee.

Then I hear it, the sound of the bell,

Confused, I turn towards the entrance no one comes at this time except for me, then I see him.

Draco Malfoy.

A/N Hope you liked it! Thoughts? Review, and PM me! I think I'll keep my updating days on Mondays and Wednesdays.

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