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Summary: Five years ago, Hermione walked out on her marriage. Now her daughter is sick and she will have to make a deal with the devil himself in order to save her.


Author: I was never happy with the way the first version of this story came out and had been contemplating a rewrite for some time. Unfortunately real life has a way of sneaking up and forcing these things on the back burner. Real life is still playing havok at this time as I am currently job hunting so the chapters may not come out as frequent as I wish. Also I am working on other stories too so I might be very slow.


To Find You Again


by Suseh












Chapter One






Standing before the full length mirror, Hermione Jean Granger put on the last finishing touches of make-up to her face before returning the small compact back down onto her dresser. She turned once more toward the mirror and eyed herself critically. The black cocktail gown was perfectly molded to her petit frame with a slit down the left side offering a tantalizing view of her thigh. Her unruly chocolate tresses had been swept upward into a bun with small ringlets of curls falling about each side of her face.

Hermione was not a beautiful woman, not in the model sense of the word. As a young girl growing up and learning magic in a foreign world, she was often teased about her teeth and her unruly bushy hair. It wasn’t until her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that Hermione was given a small stroke of luck by the means of a wayward spell that hit her. After cruelly being taunted by her professor, Hermione had run from the place in tears and to the infirmary to get her teeth fixed. Though her parents were dentists themselves, they did not have the magical means to help her, but Madame Pomfery did. As the evening arrived, Hermione returned flashing her newly created smile to her friends and making sure the Slytherins were aware of her accomplishment.

“Mummy, you look beautiful,” a small voice shook her from her reverie and sent Hermione to spin on the heels of her shoes to face the young girl clutching tightly the teddy bear and standing in the doorway of her bedroom. A small hand reached up to brush away strands of platinum hair from her face. “Will you be gone long?”

Hermione smiled brightly at her beautiful daughter and moved towards her picking her up and setting her down onto her large bed. Her hand swept through Rose’s platinum strands once more, moving them back to glance at the face that looked so much like the man she had left behind. She had no inkling to leave Rose behind but this party was not something she wanted to drag a young six-year-old to. There were bound to be plenty of negotiations made there tonight especially with one of the biggest clients taking interest in their work. She had tried every excuse possible to find a way out of going but her boss had refused every one of them citing that her appearance was important and that she was needed there to help gain the support from the big investor that would be there.

“An hour or two,” Hermione mused. “It is important I attend this function. The company depends on the financial contributions we will gain from this gala to continue with the work. I am needed to help explain the importance of why we need these contributions in order to continue our progress.”

Rose’s tiny brows furrowed together in thought as if she were contemplating everything her mother had said just moments ago. Through the flitter of expressions, Hermione could see Rose’s father in each of them and a sad smile tugged on the corners of her mouth.

“Can I lay here in your bed?” Rose inquired glancing upward at her mother.

“I don’t see why not,” Hermione remarked with a nod of her head. She reached over and pulled down the comforter and sheets. She shooed Rose into bed as she covered her, careful to tuck in the sheets around her tiny body. She bent forward and kissed Rose on the forward before rising to her feet and moving toward the doorway and turned off the lights. She stood there for a moment and then headed down the narrow hallway where she found Beatrice waiting for her.

“Good evening, Bea,” Hermione greeted the older woman with a warm smile. She was grateful for that Bea could babysit Rose on such a short notice but the older woman had always loved Rose ever since she had laid eyes upon her from the moment she brought her from the hospital. Since then, she had always offered to babysit for Hermione and often scoffed at any monetary exchange believing that Rose was a far more joy to be around than the idea of being paid. “Rose has decided to sleep in my room. I doubt you will hear anything from her the entire night.”

Bea smiled. “I had thought enough and brought over several of my knitting to keep me busy.”
Hermione moved from the doorway and picked up her handbag. “I bought your favorite tea. It is in the cabinets above the stove.”

Bea’s smile widened at the thoughtful gesture. “I sometimes wish you were my granddaughter.”
Hermione bent down and kissed the older woman on the cheek. “You have always been family to me, Bea. You have been there for me when I have needed you the most and you are the only muggle to know exactly who and what I am.”

The older woman blushed and shooed her off with a wave her hand. “Now off with you, deary. You will be late if you do not head out of here.”
Straightening herself up, Hermione grinned and headed out of her apartment.


The moment she arrived in the doorway of the grand ballroom Hermione found herself running her palms down the side of her black dress. She was nervous and certainly she had reason to be so. Tonight she would be mingling with dozens of potential investors who seemed genuinely interested in any progress reports of potions that offered much more than hope. It was the main reason her boss had made her come to this. He believed that she could offer all the right words to these investors and get the money they needed to continue their move forward into these break-throughs.

“Jean, my dear, there you are!” Robert’s voice wafted in her direction causing Hermione to snap her head to the right of her. Her boss was heading towards her. The small, balding man was in a jovial mood this evening as he greeted her warmly with a smile as he clasped his large hand over hers. “Come, my dear, I have many investors who have been quite interested in what you have to bring to the table. I told them that you were the one person within the company who could answer any and all questions they had.”

A small blush raced across her cheeks at the flattery her boss had given her. His faith in her was overwhelming and it also made her proud. She realized in that single moment that he had been paying attention to everything she had to say to him and this was her hope for a promotion and a bit more income to her and her daughter’s life.

“I will do my best,” she promised softly. She would not let him down, not when he had so much faith and hope riding on this night. First she would need to assess the investors and answer all inquiries they would have. She lifted her eyes away from her boss and to the group of investors standing at the end of the ballroom.

“Gentlemen,” Robert announced causing the group to halt their conversation and turn their heads in their direction, “my lovely department head has arrived and is ready to answer all your questions you may have but first I should offer an introduction.”

The group laughed as Robert pushed Hermione forward and into the cluster of males.

“This is Jean Logan,” he introduced her to the group. “Jean, my dear girl, these handsome gentlemen are the investors who have been waiting patiently to have you grace them with your presence. I am even positive that many here will be quite enthralled by your loveliness.”

Another blush danced across her face before she murmured a soft “hello” to all those within the group. Her chocolate-colored eyes swept over the faces of the many investors until they landed upon the familiar faces just across from her. It was at this single moment that Hermione could hear the sound of her entire world crumbling around her ears as her face paled slightly. There at the far end of the group stood her estranged husband and his best friend. She had not expected him to be one of the potential investors in this company. In fact she would have thought he would have deemed medical science something not worth looking at but a lot seemed to have changed in the six years they had been separated from each other.

As if sensing her stare, Draco’s silver blue eyes narrowed in her direction causing her take a small step back by the coldness presented within those wintery depths. A shiver raced down her spine. She had seen the downright fury raging within him and knew that once she was finished with these investors, it would be best to quickly depart before he had a chance to corner her. Briefly Hermione craned her head over those of the investors and scanned the ballroom for various locations of exits. There were really none within her reach and she really couldn’t leave without her things either.

Don’t let him sense your fear, something within her warned and with these words, she calmed the fear inside of her and pasted a brilliant smile upon her lips.

“Gentlemen,” she addressed the crowd of investors, “allow me to give you a briefing of my findings and that of the department before I begin to take your questions.”

And with that, she went into a lengthy explanation from their findings, experiments, and the various treatments that seemed to hold a strong amount of promises. She even went further to explain exactly what these potions did exactly once they came into contact with certain diseases and what participates felt upon using them. Once satisfied with her explanation, she clasped her hands in front of her and waited for the questions to roll her way.

And it really wasn’t long before they did. It had apparently not taken long for many of them to digest exactly what she had given them. Many were simple questions of ‘how well did she observe these procedures?’ or ‘what were the patients like once they were finished with the experiments?’ Hermione answered each question with the best she could. She had been so wrapped up in the inquiries that she had not seen Blaise Zabini remove himself from the group and head toward the direction of the only passageway to freedom.

“Ah, Miss Logan,” one of the older men began with a smile, “we thank you for your time and we will give you our decision within the next several days.”

This was her cue to depart gracefully while they would discuss the idea of investing into the company. Hermione saw this as an opportune moment to flee the hotel seeing this would keep Draco busy and away from her. She gave a quick glance around to see exactly what the rest of her fellow co-workers were doing and with many of them busy with their dates upon the dance floor, Hermione saw no further to stay. Certainly she did not have a dance partner and she also had no desire for whatever confrontation would come if she did remain within.



Through narrowed wintery-blue eyes, Draco Malfoy stood watching his estranged wife in a haze of cold fury. Since her abrupt departure from his life, he had been searching every country, town, and city in hopes of finding her and returning her to his side but she had been right under his nose all this time. He had not been surprised that she had chosen her middle name as part of her new life but the last name she had made no sense.

Draco shook his head and pushed any further thought of his estranged wife’s choices of a name to the back of his mind. For now, he would carefully observe as she explained her department, the various cures they had been working, and why she felt these funds would open more doors in advancing these cures to those who need them the most. He could see she was extremely passionate about her job and helping save the lives of others. He could remember during the war that whenever she returned to wherever the Dumbledore’s Army was located, she always spent time helping with the healing. He had seen it first hand when they had come seeking asylum. His father, badly beaten by Voldemort’s hand, had been cared for by Hermione. She had been the one to insure he remained alive as others would have sought to kill him.

“Well, well, well,” Draco murmured quietly keeping his gaze firmly upon his wife, “look what has returned to me.”

Blaise cocked his head to the side and grinned. “The Fates have decided to smile upon you this evening it seems.”

“Indeed,” Draco agreed. “I have a feeling she will run once she has finished with these investors.”

“Mmmm,” Blaise seemed to be considering this. His eyes swept over to the only exit she could escape through. “I suppose I could go guard the exit and perhaps stall her long enough for you to arrive.”

Blaise didn’t let his friend speak. Instead, he took a step back quietly from the group careful to not let Hermione know he was leaving. He knew that if she saw him depart, it would cause her to flee before Draco could get to her. He had to admit he was looking forward to delaying any chance she had of escaping. It had been quite some time since either of them had talked.



Dismissed from the group, Hermione exhaled a breath in relief. She had done everything possible and now it would be up to the group themselves to decide whether her presentation had been enough for them to give them the monetary gain necessary to continue their work toward helping save the lives of others.

Taking another glance toward the group, she had to admit she was nervous standing in the same group with the very man she had walked away from all those years ago. She knew he would do nothing with the group around them but it would be only a matter of time before he came looking for her here. It was time for her to leave. She was not ready for any sort of confrontation with him and she did not want the entire world either to be privy to the news she had lied about who she really was.

She moved quickly through the crowd avoiding any chance of being halted by friends and fellow colleagues. She did not want any delay in her departure. She opened her purse and dug out her keys only to have them slip from her fingers and clank down onto the marble floor.

“Going somewhere, Hermione?” Blaise’s voice sent a chill down her spine, “Or should I address you as Miss Logan.”

“Blaise,” she whispered turning on the heels of her shoes to face her husband’s best friend. She had nearly forgotten he was here.

Show him no fear, a voice spoke softly in her mind but that would be much easier said than done.

Blaise reached down and picked up the fallen keys. “No, I don’t think you will be going anywhere right now.”
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