Ten Year Reunion

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hogwarts Ten Year Reunion Harry stared up at the magnificent castle that was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He couldn't believe that ten years had passed since his graduation. He remembered it like it was yesterday, going up to receive his diploma from Professor Dumbledore, Snape scowling at him, Neville Longbottom tripping over the hem of his robes and falling offstage... "Harry?" Hermione's voice next to him brought him back down to Earth. "What? Oh, sorry I drifted off for a moment there," he said, blinking to clear his head. Hermione smiled up at her husband. "Come on then," she said, taking his hand and pulling him into the Great Hall. It was just as Harry remembered it, the four long house tables, the bewitched ceiling and the candles that hovered above the tables. Nothing seemed to have changed. "Hey, Harry! Over here!" Harry looked round to see who the speaker was. "Ron? Is that you?" It was Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend from Hogwarts. Over the years Ron had grown taller and thinner and, despite the fact that he was only 28 years old, he seemed to be inheriting his fathers bald spot. "Come sit down!" called Ron indicating a seat next to him. Harry and Hermione both sat down. "Hermione!" said Ron, nearly falling off his seat. "So, you two are..." "Married. Yes," Said Hermione finishing his sentence for him and clutching Harry's hand, "For two years in November." "Wow," gasped Ron, "That's great you guys, congratulations." "Thanks Ron. Are you married?" asked Harry. "Yep, she's off getting some punch at the moment," Ron turned towards the snack table and called, "Hey Lavender, guess who I've found!" "Lavender Brown!" yelled Hermione sounding extremely shocked. "Actually it's Lavender Weasley now," said Lavender, gliding over with a glass of punch in her hand, "Hi Harry, hi Hermione," she glanced down and noticed their matching wedding rings, "Oh my God, you two got married! That's wonderful you guys!" she bent forward and hugged them both. The next half an hour or so was taken up with catching up. Ron had gotten a job in the Ministry of Magic and Lavender had become a reporter for the Daily Prophet. They had continued the Weasley tradition of having a lot of children, eight in all. They had five boys named Patrick, Richard, Simon, Nathan and Joshua, and three girls named Lisa, Erica and Camilla. Harry and Hermione had both become Aurors and had one baby daughter named Eleanor. "Well, I'm getting thirsty. I'm going to go get us some punch okay sweetie," said Hermione rising from her seat. "Okay baby-doll," said Harry, kissing her cheek. When Hermione reached the snack table, she accidentally walked into someone. "Sorry," she mumbled. "It's alright," came a familiar drawling voice. Hermione looked up. "Malfoy?" she asked. "Hello, Granger," he said sneering at her. He had gotten a lot taller since she had last seen him, he also had more muscles. "Actually, it's Potter now, Malfoy," she said scowling at him. Malfoy snorted with laughter. "You mean you actually married that specky little worm! You must have been pretty desperate." She ignored him. "Where are your cronies?" she asked, noticing that Crabbe and Goyle were absent. "Once I found out they were gay we kind of lost touch. Last I heard they had set up home together in Majorca." "I always thought that you were the gay one," said Hermione deciding to go on the offensive. "Nope," said Malfoy, "In fact I've been married three times." He held up his left hand to show her the three wedding rings on his ring finger. "Who to?" asked Hermione staring at the rings. Each one was a different precious metal, one silver, one gold, and one platinum. She was about to ask why he hadn't gotten rid of them but then again only an idiot gets rid of something as valuable as that. "Blaise Zabini," said Malfoy pointing at the silver ring, "Millicent Bulstrode, I was drunk when I asked her," he pointed at the gold ring, "And Pansy Parkinson. We divorced two years ago," he pointed at the platinum ring. He looked so depressed that before Hermione knew what she was doing she put her arm round him, kissed his cheek and said, "Don't worry about it, there are plenty of other girls out there." He looked her in the eye and for a moment it occurred to her how handsome he was. With his high cheekbones, immaculate hair, sparkling grey eyes and perfectly straight white teeth she wondered why she hadn't noticed that before. Then she came back to her senses and started to walk away with two glasses of punch in her hands. "Well," she said, "goodbye, Draco." "Goodbye, Hermione."