For a while she was fine working at the ministry and expressing herself in her own way. Although the whispers and gossip that spread throughout the ministry got worse the longer she worked there. The more the snide bards continued the more miserable she became. Hermione decided enough was enough and she gave her notice that she would no longer be working for the Ministry. There was something she always wanted to do, now that she was free from the Ministry, she ended up opening a small bookshop that carried every type of book imaginable. Hermione made it a point to recommend books to her customers to the point that she had people coming to her shop for her book recommendations. For the first time since she was a kid, she was happy. She would go home and take care of her kitten Binx, crookshanks having died a couple years prior. On the weekends she liked to go to pubs, and breweries, talking with other like-minded people or just reading a book and drinking a good beer or whiskey. But there was something missing. She wanted someone to come home to, someone that she could talk to, someone that can fulfil her needs of being a woman, ready to explore every side of herself.