Author's note: Alright, I'm back with a new HP story! This one's a Ron/Hermione with a bit of Ginny/Harry. It'll be in Hermione's point of view. The story, if you read the summary, is that Hermione meets up with Ron accidentally after not seeing him for 5 years after Voldemort's defeat. Ron wants to start a relationship, but Hermione's not so sure anymore... and that's all I'm saying. I don't plan on making this a long story, but half way through I might change my mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I never have and I never will. I will only write this once.

"Ron, there's something I have to tell you..." I said, cornering him in the tent before he left.

"Hermione, there's no need... I'll be coming back," the red-head replied.

"But I might not," I said in a whisper...

The alarm on the side of my bed shrilled loudly then automatically switched to the radio. I groaned loudly rolling over, the purple covers of my bed falling to the ground.

I could tell it was going to be a long day.

I looked around my room as I slowly got up and stretched, feeling the bones in my body crack just slightly. I noticed that the yellow on the wall was peeling a little more than yesterday and that the windows needed to be washed... again. I slumped back down and glanced at the clock, though I knew what time it would be. Exactly as I predicted, it was only 7 am.

I got up and went into the next room to eat something. I opened my fridge and only found a half moldy loaf of bread and a piece of ham. My stomach growled loudly.

Before I knew what I was doing, I unlocked the cabinet drawer and grabbed my wand. I waved my wand and eggs and bacon appeared before me.. I knew that what I did was wrong, but I was just so hungry that my vow against magic wasn't strong enough to compete.

As I ate, I tried to block out the dream I had, but it just came back even more vividly. I thought I had suppressed those memories, but apparently, my mind had other ideas. I finished eating and put my plate in the sink. I could wash it later.

I walked back to my room and made a bee-line to my dresser. I picked out my best skirt, put on my silk dress shirt and stepped into a pair of high heels. I quickly brushed my hair, tying it into a bun, and added a light touch of makeup.

"Today, you will get a job," I told my reflection. "You need this job, so don't muck it up."

I took up my wand and placed it back in the drawer. I glanced at it for just a moment, a mixture of feelings rising up in me before I all but slammed the drawer closed. I hastily took the key from around my neck and locked it before I grabbed my handbag – making sure all contents were in it– and left the house.

It started raining almost as soon as I left my flat, but luckily, the building I was going to was not far away and the rain was light.

I made sure that I did not step in any puddles or brush up against anything dirty, for theses were the nicest clothes I owned and could not afford new ones - nor dared I use magic to clean them, even if had brought my wand..

I cut across an ally and found myself on another street in London, this one so much different than the one behind it. The street I live on is old and dirty, yet this street was clean and new.

I envied the woman I saw walking with her boyfriend, an umbrella for the both of them, each wearing what was probably designer and each probably have a closet full of them.

I hurried into a tall building that had lots of windows, hoping that I didn't look too disheveled, and walked up to the receptionist. The woman sitting there had perfect blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her fingers were perfectly manicured and I guessed her toes were also. Her pale pink shirt looked a lot like mine, only newer, and she regarded me with a quick glance.

"Can I help you?" she asked monotonously, looking at me like I shouldn't be here.

"Mr. Leeland's office please?" I asked, trying to keep my composure cool and be polite at the same time.

"Third floor," she answered.

I thanked the girl and went to the lift, where another woman was getting on. She held open the doors for me and I thanked her as I hurried to get in. I noticed the slight music in the cramped space, but I was too nervous to try and figure out what tune it may be.

When the doors dinged open again I stepped out, looking around me for a sign that might indicate in which direction I should go. Finally, I located a man who was just slightly shorter than me who was wearing a brown suit, and asked him where I needed to go.

"Down the hall," he said in a nasally voice, "and to the left. You can't miss it."

I thanked him and continued walking. I saw a door with 'Laurence Leeland' on it and knocked.

"Yes?"

"Miss Hermione Granger."

"Enter."

I walked in nervously and took the chair that I was offered in front of the desk. The room itself was a green color, not too light but not too dark either. Bookshelves lined the wall and, for a brief moment, I remembered the days went books ruled my life. Diplomas hung off the wall and pictures of different people were scattered along the walls. Unmoving Muggle pictures. Above Leeland's head, a painting of an old building, that seemed awfully familiar.

At the beautiful ebony desk sat Laurence Leeland, a man in his mid thirties with balding brown hair. His gray eyes were hidden behind a pair of slim glasses, a metal frame around. He was wearing a navy blue three piece suit with a black tie, all of it plain.

"Hello, Miss Granger," he said, sticking out his hand. "I'm glad you were able to find my office." I could tell that his politeness was forced, and his smile was fake.

I took his hand and shook it courteously. "I'm glad for this opportunity," I told him, not adding to the fact that I hadn't been able to find work lately and was a little low on cash.

"Well, Miss Granger, I have been looking over your application." I nodded, wishing he would just get to the point. "I noticed some things. You were at the top of your class, you were honored with a medal for bravery for your actions during the war, though I'm not quite sure what that war was all about, and you are a very clever young woman." I smiled through my teeth, just waiting for the 'but' to come. "But, I fear you might not be qualified for this job. It says here that you were sacked from your last three jobs because people complained about you. Care to explain?"

I wanted to tell him that it wasn't my fault; it was theirs. But I didn't. "I don't know how to, Mr. Leeland. I think that maybe they didn't quite understand why I did what I did."

The war had brought both the magical and the Muggle world together. Each had to learn how to cope with the other. Yet, some people still couldn't comprehend why there was a war or why it had started. And, although most people 'forgot' what happened, there were still a few who knew all the details. I guess Mr. Leeland still remembered them. At least Hogwarts marks could now be publicly revealed like any other schools; otherwise even my education record would be mysteriously blank.

"I see," he said, nodding his head. "You do know that this is going to be a secretarial job, where you might come into contact with people whom might know things about you that you wanted to keep secret, right?"

I tried to hide the panic in my voice when I said, "Yes, I do know that." I could tell that the man wanted to say something else, but he kept quiet... which I was glad for.

"We'll ring you sometime." That was his good-bye. We shook hands again and I left, exhaling the breath I had been holding in.

I got into the lift again but this time, no one was in it with me. I saw my reflection in the doors and noticed that my face was slightly more pale than when I had last glanced at it. I was glad though that my frizzy hair had stayed in the bun; I would have been surprised if it frizzed at all because of all the hair spray I put in. Finally, the door dinged and I got out, avoiding the crowd that was getting on.

When I got outside, I noticed that rain was still falling, only heavier. I groaned at the fact that I still had errands to run and then I had to walk back to my flat. Finally, I decided that I would go back to my flat and wait the rain out.

I crossed the street carefully, trying not to get my clothes or shoes too wet. My attempt was foiled when a car zoomed by, scaring me half to death. I dropped my handbag, thankfully on a patch of the road were there wasn't a puddle.

Suddenly, I heard a horn honk and something hit me on my side. I flew backwards and a heavy weight was on top of me. A weight that I knew well that went along with a smell and a patch of hair that was oh so familiar.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

"I'll be fine once you get off me, Ron."

Author's note: How did you like the first chapter? Feedback will make me type faster. Also, I won't be updating every single day since I'm also re-writing "Lily's Heartache", my first story, and I send each chapter to my beta, so it takes a day or two.