Chapter 1. time turner

Hermione ran down the corridor, her breath short, and her bag swinging to and fro on her shoulder. She was panting; I assure you, running from the library back to the common room carrying several heavy books to get before curfew starts is no easy feat. She ran up to the portrait of the fat lady, jostling with her books so the pages didn't muffle to password that rolled of her tongue. The fat lady merely chuckled at her, her painting swinging forward and closing behind her fumbling figure.

She managed to make it through the empty room with her arms completely full, her vision obscured; only bumping into a chair and sofa. Just by the entrance of the girl's dormitories she heard a cough behind her. Gasping, she span around, dropping her books, and jumping nimbly into the air with a yelp as books just missed her foot. Frowning she turned to the cough conductor and froze when she saw a very red, very angry Ron, standing by the fire, his arms crossed, a foot tapping impatiently.

'Hello Hermione,' he said, his tone mocking 'forgotten anything recently?'

Hermione quickly did a quick brainstorm, panicking slightly; Ron had a very quick temper yet she had never seen him this mad

'No?!' she queried timidly, her fingers crossed behind her back.

'Well then you must have simply decided not to turn up to our date in hogshead today,' all traces of politeness, fake or not, had disappeared from his voice, leaving pure anger

'Ron, I'm sor-'

'You're sorry? How about the last one you missed or the one before that? We must have had at least 10 planned dates which you didn't turn up to; I'm supposing you're sorry for those as well?'

'Look, I just got carried away, ok? You know how mu-'

'You never get carried away around me,' he huffed, cutting her of again'I'm beginning to think you even want to go out with me'

'Ron, stop! Please!'

'oh, look here!' he said, pulling the time turner out from beneath her robes 'what does this do? Take back time? How come you didn't use this to see me, huh? Or was I a waste of time, reclaimed or not?'

'Ron you know I'm only allowed to use this for curricular act-' she was beginning to get worried now, he was holding the time turner awfully hard

'Well, you know something? I'm getting sick of the-' he froze, midsentence, as did she, both looking at the time turner in his clenched hand, which had just emitted a rather loud crack.

Silence.

Then she wasn't there and Ron was left holding the broken time turner in his now shaking hand in the empty common room.