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Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.
Hermione stared blankly at the alarm clock on her bedside table.
6.28 a.m
Two more minutes until the alarm clock rings.

Hermione sighs and turns on her backside. While watching the fan rotate on her ceiling, she can't help but remember her latest nightmare. The war heroine has had horrible nightmares since the war had ended. They mostly consisted of her friends dying or Voldemort winning. So, per usual, she woke up before her alarm clock and couldn't go back to sleep and ended up waiting for the horrid,loud sound that is her daily alarm.

Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock

RRRRRIIIINNNGGGGG

Hermione couldn't have stopped the alarm fast enough as she got up,took a towel and went to the bathroom. Inside she took a cold shower to wake up completely. She let the cold water wash away all the bad memories from last year and she stayed under the spray of the water until she was freezing. STarting her morning routine, which includes brushing her teeth, the newly turned 18-year-old inspected herself in the mirror. She learned to manage her previous bushy hair and the braces fixed her beaver-like teeth. She let out a disappointed sigh when she got to her body. Her body wasn't even close to what she imagined she would look like at 18. Sure, she filled up a bit, but not at all how much she wants or how much any boy wants for that matter. But,who cares what boys want, she had her boyfriend already. After the kiss Hermione and Ron shared,they became a couple not even weeks after that.
She put on a bra,panties,oversized t-shirt and a pair of black bike shorts.

"Hermione, darling, please come downstairs!"Ms.Granger called her daughter.
"Coming, mom!"she screamed back at her.
Not five minutes later, Hermione came down the stairs, taking them two at a time. She was looking at her feet while descending the stairs and when she finally reached the ground, she raised her head to ask her mom why she had to come downstairs, but the words died in her throat.

Looking at her with unsure expressions were two adults and none other than Blaise Zabini.
Hermione stared at her classmate from Hogwarts. The one and only Blaise Zabini was standing in her living room with, who she presumed, were his parents. But, that was not it, from behind the family she spotted a familiar platinum blond hair.

"Malfoy..." she gritted through her teeth. The only sign he showed of acknowledging her was his trade mark smirk.

"Nice to see you too, Granger" he said, before she avarted her gaze to the boy in front of her.

Honestly, when she saw Blaise, she had no real memory of him making her life crappy at school. Only his platinum blond hair friend did so.
So, she chose to ignore Malfoy and concentrated on Blaise. The girl gave him a shy smile and asked:

"What are you doing here, Blaise?"

If he was surprised by the fact, that she used his first name, he didn't show it. He returned the smile but before getting the chance t answer, his mom jumped in.

"We need to talk to you and your parents"she responded.

That was the moment the unusual group took a seat in the Granger's living room.

Hermione looked from Blaise, to his parents, to her parents and then to Malfoy. No one was saying anything.

"So, what's going on?" she asked looking at her parents.

"Hermione, dear, we need to tell you something."Her father stuttered a little. "As you already know, we adopted you when you were three..." Hermione gave a hesitant nod, which encouraged her dad to continue.

"... that is not completely true, honey, Margaret and Joseph asked us to keep you safe 15 years ago, when the first raid of.. um.." He looked lost.

"Voldemort"