Queer How Things Work Out

Prologue: You'll Never Guess

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, (there's more that'll be mentioned later)

Timeline: Summer, Post-Hogwarts (One could consider that this and my other story, Class Reunions take place in the same AU, and this is several years after those events)

Disclaimer: I hold no claim to any characters or elements in this story that belong to, or are the intellectual property of JK Rowling, her publisher, or Warner Bros.

Hermione Granger did not like reunions of any sort. Whether family, class, or office-related. All she knew was that someone ended up dancing wildly upon tables or someone ended up in tears. She was usually the one in tears. At least they weren't like holiday parties.

Hermione giggled to herself as she held the engraved invitation to her family's annual reunion, remembering the events that occurred at reunions and holiday parties in the past years or so. They were certainly memorable.

"What are you laughing at, love?" her current fiance and previous boyfriend of four years, Draco Malfoy, asked.

"Well I've just gotten the invitation to the family reunion, and you'll never believe the place this year," she said her giggles turning into all out laughs.

"Where is it then, that's making you laugh so hard? Tesco?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her middle from behind.

"Really, you expect my family to even shop at Tesco?" Hermione questioned.

"What? It's a good store, I go there plenty, plus they deliver. Anything that delivers must be a gift from god."

"Someone inform Satan since hell must be freezing over, because Draco Malfoy, spoiled-rotten extraordinaire finds it acceptable to shop at Tesco and my family of wannabe posh snots think not." Hermione said shrugging.

"Alright, you've had your laughs, now tell me: where is the reunion going to be?" he insisted, squeezing her midsection.

"At the Malfoy Hotel and Resort in Southampton." she replied smirking.