Hermione had fought for the crown, truly she had earned her place as a lady of the realm, a noble title. She may have been plucked from a muggle family but she was just as bright and talented as any of the so-called pure-blooded family. She had worked with her best friend’s a Pure-Blood from a noble family and a Half-Blood, no one had expected them to defeat Voldemort; but they had and now they were faced with a society torn, they would have to reshape it. Kingsley had given her land, an estate to call her own even though she had no husband and her family certainly would not be occupying it. Now he wanted to give her something else.

It wasn’t a gift.. it was a sentence for her as well. She was in the room as they made the decisions on what to do with some of those who had sided with Voldemort, some of those that they thought could be reformed. She had been given Draco Malfoy. When she heard that she had tried to fight it, to explain that he had hated her since they were in school; that he would never listen to her or respect her.

But that was why he would be assigned to her; it would only be reform if they had to deal with what they didn’t like - on all sides.

So she stood in a nice dress a couple of days after the battle, it felt so wrong even as the Castle no longer had blood staining the floors. She had killed just as others had, and any death was repugnant even if they were people who would be happy to see her die. Her dress was a dark crimson with sleeves going down to her wrists, the skirts flowing from her waist. The ermine that trimmed her cloak distinguished her in her new status.

She didn’t come from a poor family but she had never expected to be clothed in such finery, the items had come from Kingsley; there would be no mistaking her in her status as a Lady of the Realm. Her nose wrinkled as they led Draco Malfoy into the room, but he wasn’t the first person they had seen this afternoon and they had become used to the stench.

Hermione stood calmly and cooly as he called her a mudblood, and as he tried to run away. And waited as he struggled and was brought forward. She had been granted servants and guards when she was given her title, and two of her guards came up to hold him in place as she set a spell against him. One to make him unable to do magic unless she gave her permission, it was a spell that felt wrong for her to cast but it was necessary.

“I promise you that I want this less than you do,” she replied as her guards held him. The proceedings continued until there was no one left. Kingsley rose from his throne and they all bowed or curtsied.

As it finished she turned to her retinue and nodded, it was time to go to her estate, and they headed to the fireplace and into her home. It was large but warm, as her servants had already started the fires to warm the place. And in preparation for the new servant clothing had been set out. She had been specific though he would have clothes befitting his status.

Though now his previous status was lower than hers his clothes would stil be nice. “Clean him up, I expect to see him in the grand hall when you are done.”

It surely wasn´t the best idea she´s ever had, but Hermione hadn´t been able to find any rest knowing that Draco was in the hospital wing, probably not even remembering how he´d gotten there. She really shouldn´t be caring so much, because he hadn´t exactly been very kind to her over the years, but she went back to the panic and pain Harry had described seeing in the other boy´s eyes and Hermione felt...haunted by it.

She´d been trying to read but she hadn´t been able to concentrate on a single word, so she had eventually packed up and decided to go to the library. Only that she didn´t. 

She ended up int he hospital wing. Which had NOT been where she´d been meaning to go, really, but now that she was here she might as well check in on how Draco was doing. With any luck he was asleep anyway.

Hermione opened the door and slipped inside. Most beds were empty, there was a Hufflepuff in one of the beds near the door, but they were fast asleep. Draco seemed to have been in a bed at the end of the room and Hermione quietly made her way over. He looked...almost normal, she could see some bandages peaking out from under the clothes and swallowed.

Part of her wanted to leave, now that she´d seen him, but then she noticed there were no flowers, no Get Well Soon cards and nothing else on his nightstand. She pulled out her wand and mumbled a few words, waiting until the bouquet of flowers, alongside with a vase, had materialized on his nightstand.

              “ you’re very charming, i’m sure, ” he concedes, as if there hadn’t been a pretty french girl on his arm just moments previously, “ but i think our tastes in partners are quite different. ”

Hermione hadn’t seen many of the people after the Battle of Hogwarts, spending most of her time at the funerals of the people who had been lost. It was a time of mourning, and the Weasley’s had opened their home to both her and Harry. After so many years they were like family. She spent a lot of time helping with the family, Molly was often in a fog and Ginny would often leave crying, Hermione took it upon herself to make everything run smoothly. They weren’t the only guests in the home, after all, Harry had brought Teddy, a real light for everyone.

Today however was a shopping day, so she headed out to Diagon Alley, a bit of food shopping, and other necessities. She didn’t, however, expect to run into Draco. Her arms were full of things, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if he was confused considering she had things for a baby and a load of other supplies. And the run in was literal, she was able to stop everything from falling to the ground with a quick wandless spell, before she looked up at him. 

                a few minutes early onto the field purely out of desire to be alone for a little while, levi is the only hufflepuff to have left the changing rooms, outnumbered by an entire team of slytherins. if he was in better spirits, he’d have politely left, but he can’t quite will his stubbornness to go away. “ it’s been that way for years, malfoy. ”