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“Ladies and gentleman, it is with great honor and pride that I introduce to you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’s Valedictorian for the graduating class of 1998, Miss Hermione Granger.” Dumbledore announced. Stepping down from the podium, he gave a smile and a small nod to Hermione, waiting for her to make her speech.

She was frozen in her seat, trying to slow down time by simply not moving at all. This was it; she was finally going to lead all her classmates into the real world. However, there was a part of her that just wanted to burst into tears and run back to her dorm. The only problem with that was that her room had just been locked up not an hour ago. All her bags were packed and awaiting loading at the train station. It was Saturday, the day of Graduation, and all the other students were preparing to leave on the train. The graduates would join them for there very last train ride on the Hogwarts Express after the ceremony.

“Miss Granger?” Professor McGonagall urged. Hermione nodded, and gradually stood up and walked up to the podium. She gripped the sides of it so tightly that her knuckles began to turn white. For a moment she just stared out over the sea of students. They all sat in perfect rows, wearing matching black robes and the funny witches’ hats they hadn’t been required to wear since the very first day of school. Some looked nervous, some looked excited, and others bored. She saw faces she knew, faces she didn’t, and faces she wished she could forget. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, she began her speech.

“Friends, family, faculty, and my fellow classmates, today we take our first steps into the real world. We leave Hogwarts changed peoples, for we are not the same children that walked through though those large double doors seven years ago. We are adults, ready to take on whatever this world has to offer us, armed with the knowledge that we have acquired here over the years. Take a good look around you,” She paused and watched her classmates turn their heads to glance at the campus. “It doesn’t look so scary anymore does it?” A few people shook their heads in compliance. “Tears have been shed, blood spilled, friends made,” Harry and Ron smiled at her. “Essays written, books read, homework ignored, games played, detentions served, hearts both mended and broken,” She made brief eye contact with Draco. “All inside these castle walls. For most of us this was our second home, but for some of us, our first.” Harry flashed her an encouraging smile. “The people we have sat beside in classes and in dormitories will never be forgotten, because these are the people we shared our childhoods with, and the ones that helped shape us so that we could become who we are today. Our Professors that sit behind me have so graciously given years of their lives to hoping that we will not take what they have taught us for granted. They have passed down all their knowledge, and now it is up to us to make good use of it.” She paused again, but then continued in the strongest voice she could muster.

“We have proved to ourselves and to everyone else that we, the class of 1998, are true survivors. We all lived past the second rise and fall of Voldermort, thanks in large part to a certain Mr. Harry Potter, and in my heart I truly believe that if we can prevail over an evil such as that, then we can do anything. This class, these people I am looking at right now, they are strong. They do not give up, and they will do great things. Some of you will join the Ministry of Magic. Some, like myself, will continue your education through Advanced Magic Schools, while others who have found love here at Hogwarts are ready to settle down and begin a family of your own. Perhaps your children will come here one day. Whatever path we choose, whatever road we travel, we will take with us all of the memorable experiences from Hogwarts, and that is something no one can ever take away from us. Congratulations class of 1998, together, we made it.”

Hermione watched as smiles broke out on the faces of the people in front of her. They gave her a hearty applause, and Ron and Harry even stood up to cheer for her. Upon seeing them act so silly she gave her first genuine smile of that day. From the family and friend section of the audience the Weasleys could be seen clapping and cheering louder than the other families as the stood beaming with pride towards their young graduates. Beside them were the Grangers, waving enthusiastically at their daughter and flashing her a thumbs up. Looking back at the students, she noticed that they were all standing.

“Ready when you are Mione!” Ron shouted up to her. She touched her hat and smiled. Taking it off of her head she then tossed it as high as she could up into the air. Everyone else followed suit, and the air became filled with woops and hollers of excited students as dozens of small black hats rained back down on them. Turning around to face the professors behind her she was slightly surprised when she was met with bright smiles. Well, except from Snape of course.

“Miss Granger, you did beautifully.” Dumbledore complimented.

“Thank you Professor.”

“Oh please, call me Albus. I am no longer your Professor you know.” He said with a small smile. She shook his hand, and then he stepped aside so she could have a word with Professor McGonagall. Hermione dug around in her robe pocket, and then pulled out her timetuner.

“I think it is time I return this to you,” She placed it in Minerva’s hand. “But there are not enough ‘thank you’s in the world to express how grateful I am for everything you did for me.” Hermione said graciously.

“Hermione, the pleasure was all mine. It isn’t often that we get a student so dedicated to learning like you are, and when they do come around I like to do what I can. I wish you only the best of luck.” They exchanged a brief hug, and Hermione proceeded to shake hands with the remaining teachers. Including Snape. Stepping down from the stage, she was immediately tackled to the ground by Harry and Ron.

“We did it Herms! It’s over!! Yes! I’m free! I’mmm frreeeee!!!!” Ron exclaimed, rolling around in the grass.

“You did great Mione, your speech was brilliant.” Harry said.

“Thanks Harry.” She gave him a hug before running off to greet her parents.


“Pumpkin!” Hermione threw herself into her father’s arms. “Oh Pumpkin we are so proud of you. Valedictorian? Why didn’t you tell us?” He asked.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Well we certainly were surprised, weren’t we darling?” Her mum said.

“Hi mum.” She gave her mother a hug.

“Hello sweetie. Why don’t you go celebrate with your friends? We have all been invited to the Burrow for an early dinner tonight, and I was going to go speak to Molly about bringing a dessert.”

“Okay, I’ll see you guys later then!” Hermione yelled over her shoulder as she ran to catch up with her friends as the walked to the train station. While she ran, she saw Draco helping his mum into a carriage. Her heart felt like it was breaking all over again at the sight of him (not that it had even healed yet) She was so caught up in watching him that she didn’t look where she was running, and she tripped over a rock. Letting out a surprised yelp, she fell face first into the ground. Draco turned at the sound of someone screaming and saw Hermione lying on the ground. He immediately started to break away from his mum to go help her, but she pulled him back, shaking her head at him. He watched as her friends swarmed around her, helping her up and asking her if she was alright. Looking away he kissed his mother on the cheek and said good bye to her, then headed off to the train.


Hermione sat in the train compartment, watching the scenery zoom by as the Hogwarts Express sped off towards London. She wondered if she made the right choice by avoiding Draco the last week. They had both agreed the night after the dance that it would only be more painful to leave each other if they stayed together for the last week of Hogwarts. So, instead Hermione immersed herself in work and studying. And when she could no longer study for any test at Hogwarts, she studied for her classes at Cairo. When she didn’t have her nose in a thick volume, she was writing her Valedictorian speech. At night she walked through the empty halls, sometimes stopping to chat with one of the portraits, just so she could spend some time with the castle that she liked so much.

“Can you believe this is the last time we will ever ride this train?” Harry asked interrupting her thoughts.

“Yup, isn’t it great?” Ron said, stretching his arms behind his head.

“Not everyone wants to leave as badly as you do Ronald.” Hermione pointed out.

“Yeah, and not everyone is obsessed with school as you are.” He retorted

“Oh please Ron Weasley. Why do always have to be such a…” Hermione and Ron started yet another one of their pointless fights, and Harry just watched with an amused expression on his face.

“Some things will never change.” He said to himself.

An hour later the train rolled into the station and students poured from their compartments, claiming luggage and searching for friends to say their final good byes to. The trio exited the train and dragged their heavy trunks along the platform.

“I’m definitely not going to miss this part of Hogwarts.” Harry said as they stopped to rest.

“Yeah, I don’t think I will either.” Hermione admitted. They looked over at Ron who was sitting on top of his trunk rubbing his stomach.

“When’s lunch?” He asked.

“Ronald, we had a huge breakfast before Graduation this morning. How can you be hungry?” Hermione asked.

“Because it was breakfast, that’s how. Now its lunch and I’m hungry.” He said.

“Mate, I’m sure your mum will make us something when we get to the Burrow.” Harry pointed out.

“Well while you two talk about lunch, I’m off to say good bye to our friends. You know, the people we might not be seeing for a few years.” Hermione said before going up to all her old dorm mates.

“Lavender!” Hermione called.

“Eeee! Hermione!” Lavender pulled Hermione into a tight hug. “I’m going to miss you soooooo much!” She squealed. Uh huh, sure you are. Hermione thought.

“Well I just wanted to say good bye, and good luck.” Hermione said kindly.

“Oh that is so nice of – PARVATI! Girl I know you’re not leaving without hugging m first!” Lavender took off to embrace Parvati, leaving Hermione. She shrugged it off and started searching for other people to say good bye to, but the station was emptying out faster than she had expected. I guess it’s… over. She thought sadly. Making her way back to Ron and Harry and grabbing hold of her trunk, she walked through the barrier 9 ¾ for the last time. Ron and Harry stood on the other side waiting for her. She approached them with a weak smile on her lips.

“Let’s go home.” Ron said. Harry and Hermione nodded in unison and in a blink of an eye they apparated to the Burrow together.


“Mum! They’re home!” Ginny Weasley ran from the window and into the kitchen where her mother was putting the finishing touches on a large “Congratulations H/H/R” cake. “Mum, they just popped into the garden.” She repeated.

“Oh goodness, where on Earth are your brothers?” Her question was answered with a loud, earthshaking *BANG* as two identical faces peaked into the kitchen, both thoroughly covered in ash.



The twins gave their mum a toothy grin. “Yes I did, the kids are home, and get that dirt off your faces, you look ridiculous. You were not raised in a barn.” They gave her a stiff salute and then marched upstairs.

“Ginerva please go tell the Grangers that they are home.” She asked. Ginny skipped out of the kitchen and into the common room where the Grangers were having tea and talking to Bill and Charlie about all of their many adventures with dragons and goblins.

“Excuse me everyone, but Harry, Hermione, and Ron are home. I think mum wants us to surprise them in the kitchen or something.” Ginny announced. The four stood and followed Ginny into the kitchen, where Molly had decorated the entire room in gold and red. The large cake was in the center of the table, surrounded by a plethora of other tasty foods, and the Grangers had brought along some strange muggle decorations called ‘balloons’ that were somehow floating in the air without magic. The families stood quietly in the kitchen and listened to the trio come in through the front door.

“Where is everybody?” Hermione asked.

“Probably in the backyard or something. I’m getting myself something to eat if anyone wants to join me.” Ron said, heading for the kitchen.

“Sure. I could use a snack.” Harry agreed, following Hermione and Ron. Ron pushed the swinging door open and –
“CONGRATULATIONS!!” They all yelled. Hermione jumped back and put a hand over her heart, but she smiled when she saw all the people she loved standing in front of her with proud smiles on their faces. Well, all but one.


Draco sat in the Three Broomsticks across from his mother. She was taking him out, her treat.

“So tell me, how does it feel to finally have graduated?” His mum asked, trying to make polite conversation with Draco who had been on the quiet side all evening. He shrugged nonchalantly and took another swig of butterbeer. He was trying to picture what this night would have felt like if he was celebrating it with Hermione instead. Narcissa could easily read the distraught expression on her son’s face. She placed an aging hand over his.

“Darling, you had to let her go. She loved you with all her heart, I could tell, but it would have killed her to spend her life wondering what her life could have been like if she hadn’t turned it down. You need to let go now. Don’t make yourself hurt more than necessary.” She said gently. “I don’t like seeing you upset like this.” Gulping down the last of his drink and slamming down the glass, he withdrew his hand from his mother’s touch.

“Can we get out of here?” He asked with a stone face. Narcissa sighed and looked down at the table for a second. Glancing back up at Draco, she nodded.

“Yes, let’s go.”


Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat in the common room of the Burrow in front of a crackling fire. It was very late into the night, and the others had long since gone to bed or gone home. Hermione was sipping on tea, while Harry trimmed his Firebolt , and Ron finished his sixth piece of cake. Harry put down his broom, and looked up at his friends.

“So, what now?” He asked them. Ron stopped eating and Hermione lowered her tea cup.

“Well, tomorrow I leave for Cairo.” She said.

“What? Why so early Hermione? I thought we would be spending the summer all together?” Ron questioned, surprised by her answer. She shook her head.

“There is so much I need to do before classes start in the fall. I need to find a part time job, I need to find a flat, I need to meet with my teachers and figure out which classes to take-” She was interrupted by a snort of laughter from Harry.

“You know you’re going to try and take all of them ‘Mione. Don’t you remember our third year? Bloody hilarious watching you fall asleep in your porridge every morning.” He said humorously.

She continued on, ignoring his comments. “And I would like to get to know the area a bit, maybe make a few friends.”

“What do you call us? Chopped liver?” Ron demanded, his ears turning pink.

“No, you two are my best mates in the whole world, but I need to get to know the people there.” She explained.

“So what time do you need to leave tomorrow?” Harry asked.

“They are expecting me to arrive by floo at noon.”

“But that’s only in,” Ron checked the large clock above the couch. “Ten hours.” She bowed her head.

“I know. My parents sent all my things over earlier today. So everything is ready for me, all they need is… me.” She said softly. Harry and Ron got up from their own seats and pulled Hermione into a group hug. They stayed like that for a while until they heard a sniffle coming from the direction of the stairs. They looked up and saw Ginny perched on the steps crying.

“Gin…” Hermione started. Ginny got up from her spot on the steps and ran over to Hermione, hugging her tight.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving us. Not so soon. Couldn’t you stay just for another week?” She asked, almost begging. “Please? You’re my sister Hermione, I won’t see you again for so long.”

“I have to Ginny, and we can still owl back and forth while you are at Hogwarts. I will do my best to come home at Christmas also.” She did her best to comfort her.

“I know you have to do this, but, well I’ve never been good at good byes.” She sniffled again and wiped her tears. Ron nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

“You should have seen her the summer she was dating Dean and he went away with his family for a week.”

“Oh shove it Ronald.” She retorted, hitting him on the shoulder. Hermione and Harry laughed as they watched the two red heads battle it out. I sure am going to miss them. She thought.

At 11:55 AM the next morning, Hermione stood in front of the Weasleys fireplace saying her final good byes. Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger were already in tears, and Ron and Harry both looked a bit stiff, as if trying not to show too much emotion. Ginny, who had used up all her tears last night, was quizzing Hermione to make sure she didn’t forget anything.

“Well, I should best be on my way now.” She said to the group of people in front of her. “Bye Daddy,” Her father squeezed her tightly, before passing her off to her mum. “Mum, please stop crying. I’m going to be just fine.”

“Oh Molly I just don’t know how you do it. How can you possibly let your children go?” She cried while hugging Hermione a little too firmly for Hermione’s liking.

“Mum,” She choked out. “I can’t breathe.”

“Oh I’m sorry dear. You take care, and if you don’t like it then you come straight home understand? And don’t let them be mean to you, and…”

“Mum, everything will be alright.” She reassured her, slightly exasperated from repeating herself. Letting go of her mum and giving a hug to Molly and Arthur, she lastly turned to Harry and Ron.

“So…” Ron said.

“You’re leaving.” Harry stated. She nodded and stared at the ground. Suddenly she felt two bodies colliding with her own as the boys pulled her to them.

“We love you Hermione.” Harry said.

“Yeah, and if anyone gives you trouble just tell us and we will kick their sorry a –”

“Ronald…” Molly said in a warning tone.

Hermione giggled. “I love you guys too, and don’t worry, I promise to stay in touch. And Ginny,” She pointed a finger at her friend. “You keep a sharp eye on these two for me while I’m away. If they get in trouble I want to know about it.” Ginny laughed and promised. Hermione tossed a handful of floo powder into the flames and stepped in. No turning back now. She though. She gave one last wave to the teary faces in front of her.

“The Cairo School of Highly Advanced Witchcraft and Wizardry for the Intellectually Sophisticated, Egypt!” She said clearly.

In a flash, she was gone.

The End

A/N: *UPDATE 12/3/09* I know, I've been MIA for... well... years... please don't hurt me. What am I doing now? Why was I gone? Why am I back? I can answer those questions in my new blog, open to everyone. They won't let me link it, but it's katboze.blogspot [dot cee oh em] if you catch my drift :) Hey! Read this! No! Come back here, you can’t leave yet. First things first, I know that Harry, Ron, and Hermione may not have their apparation licenses yet, but I’m the author of this story and I say they do. Second, yes, this is the last chapter of Two to Tango. HOWEVER, there is a SEQUEL (Titled, "One Fine Day" out now, so go read it!!) So I guess this is good bye, but only for about a week or two. I LOVE ALL OF MY READERS! Especially all of you have stuck with me since I started this way back a couple months ago (has it really been that long?!) Well I think that’s all I have to say, except PLEASE REVIEW! Muah!! Kisses for everybody!!

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