This will be replacing The Forest Holds Secrets! I'll gradually update the 1st, then 2nd chapter, and so on. Oh, does anyone think they can guess the 4 letter word? Betcha can't! The story will be in 3rd person, though, I will put HPOV, and so on, to show who the story is focusing on at the moment.

Hermione.

It had been about five years after her seventh year at Hogwarts, and twenty-two year old Hermione Granger was on her way to work. She had worked at the Leaky Caludron straight out of Hogwarts, still not knowing what to do with her life. She had dressed in a pair of jean and a long sleeved green shirt, standing in from of her fireplace. She threw the Floo powder into the fireplace and stepped into the emerald flames.

"Diagon Alley!" She yelled. She stumbled out into the busy walkway and wrapped her coat around her tighter. It was freezing! It was a week before Christmas, and she had yet to buy presents for her friends and family. She sighed, and stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, writing a list of people in her head. Harry, Ginny, Fred, Ron, Luna, George, Angelina, Percy, Charlie, and Bill. Then the kids. Then the parents. Bloody hell. She thought. She waved to a few of her co-workers and walked into the back area of the restaurant. She put her apron on, grabbed an apron and set out to work.

It hadn't even been an hour when her day took a sudden turn.

"'Mione, check out the hottie in your section!" Her friend, Ellie, squealed. Hermione turned to see a tall, blonde man sit, his back facing her. Ellie giggled and pushed her. "If you don't go, I will." She teased. Hermione shook her head and walked over to he table, seeing the blonde, a brunette and someone with black hair.

"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. Can I get you anything?" She asked. She picked her head up to see the most astonishing sight. Sitting with Pansy Parkinson, and Gregory Goyle, was Draco Malfoy himself. It had been almost three years since she'd last seen him.

Draco

"Where'd your hair go, Hermione!" He exclaimed. He couldn't believe he'd just said that, but he couldn't believe her either. Her hair was cut short, and it wasn't bushy. Hermione just laughed and shook her head.

"When did you two come on a first name basis?" Pansy teased. Draco chuckled, and shook his head. "Ever since I'd attended the Weasley wedding." He said. Hermione nodded, then put a hand on her hip.

"I assume you guys want something, right?" She questioned. Goyle laughed, placing in their order.

"Three butterbeers, a bacon sandwich, roast chicken and..." He trailed off, looking at Draco.

"...chocolate gateau." Draco finished, grinning. Hermione nodded, and left the table. Pansy giggled and looked at her friend. "What is it, Pansy?" He asked, teasingly.

"Go for it!" She all but screamed. Draco laughed and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up. Then she gasped. "Did you see her hair! It's so short!" She exclaimed, exactly as Draco did.

"Didn't I just say that?" He asked, as Hermione came back. He sat down the drinks on the table, and had a plate on her head, the gateau in one hand and a sandwich in the other. She sat them down, then took Pansy's chicken off of her head.

"I cut my hair because I never would have been able to do that with bushy hair." She said with a grin. Draco shook his head, as Hermone laughed. Pansy raised a brow, and Hermione did as well.

"Is that what I think it is?" She questioned, and Hermione's hand flew to her ear. "No." She said.

"That's a tattoo! What does it say?" She questioned. Hermione sighed, dropping her hand, then she stretches her earlobe down, so you could see the words on the inside of her ear that said змей in emerald green. Pansy raised her brow, and smiled. "What does that mean, and where are the other two?" She asked. Hermione sighed and lifted the sleeve of her right arm.

"I'm not telling you what it means. This one says XX, roman numerals for 20. I can show you the other when I get off. My flat, around five?" She asked. They all nodded and she walked away.

"Draco, go tap that. And for once I'm agreeing with my wife." Goyle said with a grin. Pansy pushed him, but smiled nonetheless.

"It's Hermione, you guys. Do you know my nose is still messed up from when she punched me in our third year?" He questioned. He would have loved to date Hermione, but they'd have to be friends, first.

"Be lucky I didn't Avada Kedavra you right then and there." Hermione whispered in his ear. He turned, and saw she was taking her apron off and waving to a blond woman.

"G'bye Hannah! Best wishes to Jake. I'll owl you soon." She called and then turned to their table. "If you're late, I'm taking the flat off of the network. Just floo to the 'Granger Flat'. My parents have a house, and my brother is 'The Granger Household'.." She muttered, shaking her head. "Just floo to the right place!" She said, walking over to the fireplace.

"Granger flat!" She yelled, disappearing in a matter of seconds. It looked like he would be visiting Hermione's place.