Just a warning, this is probably just going to be a boring, fluffy, filler chapter.

I'll tell you guys again, I'm getting to the good stuff!

I own nothing that you recognize from Harry Potter! (No matter how bad I wish I did!)

Hermione awoke the next morning, not feeling refreshed in the least. She would have felt better if she knew how the day was going to go, but for the time being, all she could do was hope for the best and get it over with.

Throwing back the covers, Hermione swung her legs out of bed and she sat up. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, lazily making her way towards the bathroom to brush her teeth. Once she opened her eyes, she almost gasped. She was beginning to get dark bags under her eyes, and her eyes were bloodshot. Surely she hadn't been up that late last night... Or had she? She didn't remember what time she had finally dozed off, but she was sure she had seen sunlight beginning to stream through her window.

"Merlin," Hermione muttered as she went through her make-up bag, trying to find her concealer. She wasn't about to go walking around looking the way she did. After putting it on, she did the rest of her morning routine and walked back into the bedroom to get changed.

Hermione left her room a little while later and made her way to the bar. She was starving and judging by the amount of light coming through the windows, it seemed as though she'd missed breakfast.

"Hey, Hermione. How'd you sleep?" Hannah asked, right away noticing Hermione's arrival.

"I slept alright, but I'm still so tired. What's the time?"

"Er... about 2 PM. You slept pretty late."

"Yeah, well, I probably went to bed late, too." Hannah gave Hermione a sympathetic smile.

"Well, what can I get you?"

"Hm... a burger sounds great right about now," Hermione told her, laughing.

"Coming right up."

With Hannah gone for the moment, Hermione took the time to survey the rest of the place. It was certainly better looking than what she remembered it to be. Hannah and Neville had fixed the place up nicely. It wasn't as dingy as before, and there was a more welcoming feel to the place. The people, however, hadn't really changed over the years. But Hermione didn't mind that; it made her feel a little more at home than when she got here.

"One burger for you, ma'am," Hannah said brightly as she put the plate in front of her. Hermione turned to face the girl, giving her a thankful smile.

"Thanks, Hannah," said Hermione, not hesitating to dive into her burger, which Hannah laughed at.

"So, have you thought at all about today?" Hannah asked Hermione before excusing herself to attend to a customer. Hermione waited for her to come back before speaking.

"Today? What do you mean?" And again, Hannah was off, carrying mugs of Butterbeer in both of her hands.

"Do you want me to talk to everybody about meeting up after James' party?"

"Oh... uh, to be honest, I hadn't thought about it much." Hannah was off again, returning after a few minutes.

"I'll talk to them about it and I'll get back to you. But as of now, my shift is over and I need to get ready for the party. April should be here soon... She works here part-time," Hannah informed her. "Just so you know, she's not the friendliest of birds. But don't mind her." Hannah gave her a departing wave and left to the back room, no doubt getting her things ready to leave.

Sighing, Hermione was now by herself, left to deal with her own thoughts. Had Hannah told her husband about her return to London? Hermione wouldn't be surprised because, after all, they were married. And married couples told their spouse everything, right? Hermione wasn't sure, seeing as she wasn't married, or even in a committed relationship.

'How will they even react?' Hermione thought. 'I know Ron will be furious. I doubt Harry would be very kind about it, either. I just hope Molly will forgive me. Maybe she could talk some sense into everybody else.'

"Can I get anything else for you?"

Hermione looked up, startled at the sudden noise. In front of her was a girl with dirty blonde hair in a high ponytail, curled at the ends. She wore no make-up, but then again, she didn't need it. On top of her above average beauty was a snide look, directed directly at Hermione. Glancing down at the girl's name tag, her assumptions were correct; it was April.

"Uhm," Began Hermione as she cleared her throat and sat up just a hair. "No, actually. I won't be needing anything else." She could have laughed at her failed attempt at kindness, but if the girl wouldn't show her the same respect, then why should she bother?

"Alright. Let me know if you do." April had already began walking off before she could finish her sentence. Wrinkling her nose as the girl passed, Hermione ate the last few bites of her burger before taking out the correct amount of money, dropping it in front of her for April to pick up. She then got up and made her way towards the door that would lead her to Diagon Alley. After these past few years, she decided she needed to re-visit a few stores and maybe pick up a few things.

After getting past the brick wall, Hermione paused to view her surroundings. There were slight changes made after the war, but otherwise it looked the same. There were even a few shops that looked to be new. Taking a deep breath to ready herself, Hermione began walking down the street to enter the shops, hoping with all her might that nobody would notice her; if people did, there would be instant gossip and rumors as to why the war hero finally made an appearance, three long years after the war.

Okay, guys, I didn't get it up as soon as I'd have liked! But here it is!

And it wasn't as long as I liked, & the ending wasn't satisfying for me, but it'll do for now! I'll make the next one extra long; I promise! :)

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