A/N: Just editing.

Disclaimer: Just borrowing the brilliance of JK Rowling.


Chapter 3: Old foe, New Friend

Hermione needed a job. She had been searching for a month, but none of the jobs seemed to interest her. She searched the Daily Prophet and muggle papers fervently everyday, looking for work. Hermione was about to give up and go find a job at the Ministry, when she came across the perfect opportunity. The add read:

Looking for someone who has great organization skills, a creative mind, and the will to work hard. If your interested please contact:

Mr. Brett Lindinburg

3710 Marion St.

London, UK

Hermione finished the add excitedly. It described her perfectly. She rushed to get ready and was out the door in ten minutes. She was surprised to find that the building was in a muggle part of town. The outside had looked rather shabby, but the inside was a small, clean little building. The walls were green and the chairs in the waiting room were black. Slytherin colors. She mused. What a coincidence. She was brought back to reality when the secretary coughed.

"May I help you Miss?" She asked.

"I would like to make an interview with Mr. Lindinburg for the ad he posted in the Daily Prophet."

"I'll see if he's busy. If you'll just take a seat." Hermione hadn't even sat down when a male voice on the opposite side of the room spoke, "Granger."

Hermione's heart stopped. A voice she would never forget. She had endured his taunting for seven years. She spun around. "Malfoy."

He smirked. "I don't have all day, Granger. I do have a business to run."

He turned around and Hermione followed. He led them to his office and closed the door. Malfoy sat behind the big mahogany desk, gesturing for Hermione to sit down too.

"So Granger. You want to apply for a job…under me."

Hermione sucked in her anger. She needed this job. It wouldn't do to hex him. Out of the blue Draco's lips curved upward and the next thing she knew he was full on laughing. Hermione was bewildered. Draco Malfoy laughing? What is wrong with him? Is he under a curse or something? Maybe I should try running some diagnosis spells.

"Granger." He choked. "You should have seen your face!" Hermione was still staring like he'd just grown another head.

"Hey, Granger." Malfoy stuck out his hand. She numbly took it.

"Ya, know for being the brightest witch of you age you aren't comprehending this very well."

"Malfoy, since when did you laugh, smile, and give complements to mudbloods?"

His face darkened. "The war changed everyone. Surely you understand that…..but on a more lively note do you want the job?"

"Oh, yes of course!"

"Then you got it, Granger."

"Oh, but the ad said that I had to have a interview with Mr. Lindinburg?"

"Well seeing as I'm the boss and that Mr. Lindinburg doesn't exist I'd say forget it." He gave her a lopsided grin.

"If it wouldn't be asking too much Granger, I'd like to start over. Clean slate. Maybe we could be friends this time."

She gave him a stern look. One that would have made McGonagall proud. Then she smiled. "You can start by calling me Hermione."

"Nice to meet you, Hermione. My name is Draco Malfoy the-"

"-boy with the big head." She cut in.

She could tell they'd get along quite nicely. It was about time he had someone to squish that ego of his once in a while.

Within the first week of her new job Hermione and Draco were best friends.

Old foe, new friend.