Here is chapter five, I know you are all getting impatient about when he will see her but don't worry my readers. It will be soon. LOL I'm evil ;-) I wonder if anyone noticed that the girl he thought was Hermione was really her friend with similar hair…it's like so close but yet so far.

LunaLovegoss- I know, what do you think he'll do? LOL, about the last thing you wrote, you are on the right track, sometimes you guys are too smart for your own good! Anyway you never will know until I decide, now will you? 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters; everything is J.K Rowling's. I'm just messing with them.

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Chapter 5 A Familiar Face

Hermione sat in her newly acquired apartment. She took a look around the room. She had just finished unpacking most of her things. It was quite late and she was exhausted from the traveling and now was suffering from the condition she now knew as jet lag. She sucked in a breath and tried to remember the dream on the plane, it was fading in her mind and she could barely remember anything.

It felt weird to be back in England. She had been taken by a social worker to Canada for some reason. She couldn't remember much, all she remembered was that a dark man had taken her on a plane and told her he was taking her to Canada for foster care because her parents had died. She couldn't remember much about her past, little bits from when she was a kid with her parents. The memories of the man telling her that her parents were dead because of a car crash and she had been in a coma for a month rushed back to her like a wave of sickness. She remembered him telling her that she hurt her head and might have some long term memory loss; she might forget some things about her past.

She walked into her bedroom and changed into her pyjamas, she had three days off so she decided to go exploring tomorrow and go shopping, she could use some groceries and she wanted to check out the different clothes they had in England. She rubbed her leg from where she had fallen earlier at the airport. She had met her new supervisor and found out she had been relocated to the London area. (A/N: I had no idea that Liverpool was so far away from London, so she will work in London and live in a make believe town called Selport, created by yours truly) She looked at her leg and saw she had a bruise forming there. She lad her head down on her pillow and drifted off to sleep.

Draco had gotten of the plane and walked through the crowded airport. He kept thinking about the picture he had. He wondered what Hermione was doing right now, was she sleeping or maybe she was with some other man…he stopped himself on that thought and rushed himself through the air port.

"Ah!" there was a slight shriek as he collided with another person.

"Oh I'm sorry are you okay?" he asked putting his hand out to the women he knocked over. She had straight hair pulled back in a ponytail and reminded him of someone.

"Yes, I'm fine. No harm done! Bye." the girl replied bouncing back up and waving goodbye.

Draco did a double take, the girl, she looked like. No she couldn't be. Hermione? He looked back trying to get a second glance at the women but she had disappeared into the crowd. He turned and saw Harry and Ron waiting for him.

"Hell Draco, mate. No nothing on the scanner sorry. We just wanted to congratulate you on the good job you did on the mission." said Ron to Draco.

"Thanks, hey did you guys see anyone in her that looked like…you know…Hermione?" he asked.

"No…why?" asked Harry.

"Nothing, I'm just seeing her everywhere." Draco said gloomily.

"Well we know what will cheer you up!" said Ron.

"What?" he asked.

"The Leaky Cauldron!" exclaimed Ron.

"Sounds good to me!" said Draco. The three friends walked out of the airport and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron

A man was sitting in the dark; he felt a grip of magic flow through him. He had a feeling this would happen. It was beginning, he felt the magic try to grab something from him, he let go of it freely, knowing that it was better this way, it always was.

Hermione woke up around 10:00 that morning, relishing in being able to sleep in for three days. She had some breakfast from the little food she had been supplied with to get her by before she could go shopping.

After eating she took put all her old cardboard boxes away in the closet. She hadn't even looked in them when she had packed them. She picked up a heavy one that said High School Stuff (Old Junk) on it. It was tapped and stapled up like crazy. She put it away with the others.

She took a shower and changed into her clothes. She decided not to straighten her hair but just fix it up a little. She grabbed some money and left to go explore.

She first had her money converted then decided to go browsing before grocery shopping.

The stores were nice, they had some decent clothes and by the time she was done Hermione had bought, two new business suits, a couple t shirts, pair of jeans and cute dress that was on sale. She knew the dress was a bit much but Alyssa's voice convinced her to buy it.

She was walking down the street trying to find a place where she could get a drink, it was 9:00 p.m. by now, and she would get by on whatever food she had left in her house because the grocery store was closed. She was walking down the street where she saw a nice little pub called 'The Leaky Cauldron", it looked intriguing, it had a very unusual name but she saw it was full and there were decent looking women in there, she didn't want any problems with the men, so she knew that if need be she could ask for help with the women. She walked in and walked over to the barman.

"Hello, I'll have a whiskey, please." she said politely.

"A whiskey, oh you must mean fire whiskey, yes, yes right away miss. By the way I'm Tom, the barman." he said and grabbed her a drink and pour some liquid into it.

"Thank you Tom." she said. The whiskey looked a bit different then the whiskey she had back in Canada, there couldn't be other kinds, could there? Oh well first time for everything. She drunk the liquid and immediately felt a burning sensation from the pit of her stomach rise through her throat. She began to cough.

"Okay there Miss?" he asked.

"That's not whiskey. That's too strong; I've never had anything like that. What is that?"

"That be fire whiskey Miss." he said looking at her curiously.

"Fire whiskey? What the heck is fire whiskey? Do you have anything, less strong?" she asked.

"I have butterbeer, would you like that?" he asked.

"What's butterbeer? What kind of alcohol do you serve here? Don't you have vodka, martinis, or rum?"

"You mean muggle alcohol?" he asked looking surprised.

"What's a muggle?" she asked confused.

"How did you get in here?" he asked.

"Excuse me? Isn't this an open pub? You know, never mind, here's a 10 for the drink." she said putting down her money. And walking out of the bar confused.

He walked towards the pub and saw a familiar face walking down the road looking confused. He stared at her as she moved closer towards where he stood.

She stopped and looked at him confused.

She was walking down the road when she saw a familiar man; he looked almost exactly like the man from her dreams, what no, like the social worker. She shook her head and kept walking and went back to her apartment.

She climbed into her bed and let her mind reel over the event of what happened and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Authors Note: I know you all hate me because they haven't found each other yet, but they will…eventually. Have you guys figured out who the dark man is? I'll bet you have, it was fairly obvious in the first chapter. I thought about making him unknown and making you guess before, but I decided against it. Hope you liked it. Review Review Review!