Okay, so I want to apologise for not writing for so long. I have been going through a lot lately. I failed a class that caused me to be kicked out of the program that I was in. I had to graduate early and then find an apartment and get a big girl job to pay for said apartment and I have just been super stressed lately. I'm doing better now and hopefully I'll be writing more. I would also appreciate more reviews.

I would also like to apologise for the turn this story took. Originally I was going to have Ron come back and make amends. But the story kind of took on a life of it's own and that last chapter almost wrote itself. I am so sorry for those of you that liked Ron and didn't like what happened. I personally have NEVER liked Ron, but that is my opinion. Anyway here is a new chapter.

Oh and anything that is Italicized is either a flashback or like a letter.

Draco couldn't figure out what had gone wrong. It had been about a month since Hermione had moved in with that git. He hadn't seen her since about a week after he had helped her. He dropped by her office frequently only to find it locked. He had looked into it after about 3 days of her no coming into the office.

"Where is Granger?" Draco asked his boss.

"She quit." Was the clipped reply he had received.

"She would never quit her job. She loves this and she was in line for a possible promotion! What would make her quit?" The only answer Draco received was being handed her resignation letter.

None of this make any sense. He couldn't figure it out. He had kept the copy of the letter and read over it what felt like a thousand times.

To whom it may concern,

I, Hermione Granger, resign from my position in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, as of when this letter is received. I will not be returning to get my things.

I have decided that I want to do something more meaningful with my life. I no longer wish to be stuck behind a desk doing a job that only seems to put me in danger. I was attacked in my home because of this job. I want to start a family and I don't feel I can do that if I am in constant danger.

Sincerly,

Hermione Granger

It just didn't sound like Granger. She didn't talk like that. And Draco remembered that she actually loved her job. They had talked about it many times during her stay with him.

"Do you think we do any good? I mean we see so many cases of misused underage magic. I'm afraid of what it means sometimes." Draco asked sipping on some firewhiskey as he and Granger sat across from each other. Her legs were folded under her body and she leaned her right shoulder on the back of the couch and held her drink in her left hand. Draco was mirroring her position.

"I really think we do. I see a lot of kids that it was because of a traumatic trigger that they used magic. Not consciously. They were in some kind of danger and reacted accordingly, without knowing what they were doing. And sometimes I'm reminded of the time Harry had that incident with the Dementor. I think we are saving some kids from ending up in bad places because of one mistake or and subconscious reaction." She replied shifting her weight to lean closer to Draco.

"What do you mean? Can you give me a specific case?"

"Sure. I had one case where a 9 year old was being bullied. He was cornered and having people throw things at him. He was considered odd. He was Muggleborn. He accidentally knocked 4 kids backwards about 10 feet. He reacted subconsciously, and was protecting himself. And then there was a little pureblood girl, she was 5 and her father grabbed her hard enough to cause a bruise. She burned him on accident. I happens more often than you'd think." She said getting a little sad.

"I see. But sometimes you have angry parents from the young wizards and witches that you send my way."

"Yes. But I understand. I would be hard to accept that you child did something dangerous or harmful on purpose. You want to believe that they would never do that. But no one has ever actually followed through on it."

"Except the one who trashed your apartment and attacked you." He said, sorry to bring that up agian.

"I'm not sure that it was a parent. It seemed too personal. They destroyed things I cared about. No stranger would have know which was my favorite tea cup, or my best dress, or even my favorite throw pillow. They chose things that I cared about." She admitted.

"That sounds more terrifying than even having a stranger come into your home." Draco muttered.

"It kind of is. But I will find out who did it. I'll make sure I'm not in danger. Not that I ever feel like I am. I just want to be happy and content and start a family now that I am in line for my promotion. I'm at a place in my life where I'm okay with settling down." Hermione curled more into herself and smiled at Draco. "Well it's late. I'll see you tomorrow at work. I have a bunch of new cases to look forward to."

When they had talked she was happy with her job and didn't feel like she was in danger because of it. She thought her job was meaningful. How could she have such a sudden change of heart.

He needed to see her. He finally decided. Since he was at work it would probably be best to go home and drop off his things before making his way over to Ronald's flat.

He made his way to the exit of the Ministry and Flooed home. In a woosh of green flames he stepped into his front room. Draco stood and looked around, curious as to why the lights were on in the house. Astoria was supposed to be visiting her parents for a week and the spell wasn't supposed to turn them on for another hour. He had come home early by an hour in his haste to finally check on Hermione.

Draco heard voices and followed them. He figured Astoria and her mother or maybe one of her friends had come back to get something she had forgotten or needed. He followed up the stairs and went to grab the doorknob but stopped when he could finally make out what the voices were saying.

"-mean he hasn't noticed yet? Bloody Hell, he can be thick sometimes." A voice on the other side of the door said. It did not belong to his fiance.

"Of course not. He is too distracted. And I'm fairly good at covering our tracks. I'm still going to marry him though. The name and money are too good to pass up. But that doesn't mean I have to be home anymore than I am now." Astoria replied and giggled.

"So this is what you do, Astoria. And it's good to see you, Pansy." Draco monotoned as he strode into the room, his head held high and his jaw clenched.

Astoria whirled and stared at Draco, wide eyed. Pansy Parkinson stood behind her with a look of utter shock. It looked almost funny on her. She had somewhat grown into her face but her nose was still too squished and she still resembled a pug. Her black hair had grown down below her waist.

Neither of the women were decently dressed and so there was really no hiding that they had been having an affair behind Draco's back.

"How long?" Draco asked with a mask of calm hiding his pain and disgust at being duped.

"Since Hogwarts." Astoria voice trembled as she replied.

"I want you out of the house by the time I get back. I want nothing to do with you ever again. You will say that things just didn't work out and in return I will keep the fact that you are a cheater and a liar out of the public. I don't care what you do outside of that." Draco didn't look at her as he grabbed a fresh shirt and put it on and once he was finished he walked out and heard Pansy curse.