*This story was inspired by my friend ::cough, Jenna, cough:: who wanted me to write this. So I tried my best to write something interesting, since I've never read any of the Harry Potter books. Mostly because I cant stand the brat himself, but I do like most of the other characters. Sorry if I didn't get the characters personality's right, but cant say I didn't try. I hope your somewhat entertained *

"There was a girl who had a curl in the middle of her forehead, When she was good, she was very very good. When she was bad she was horrid," The reader scratched his head in confusion, " I don't understand why in the world a muggle would write that?"

His companion had been in the process of reading, she sighed aloud and replied in frustration, "Well Ron, muggles don't always want to seem logical. Sometimes they come up with these short rhymes and limericks to entertain themselves. They don't always have to make sense." Hermione shook her head and then returned her attention back to her work. It was their fourth year being in Hogwarts, and as the years had passed since they first arrived the amount of worked had only doubled. It was the middle of May and Finals were in two weeks, but of course Hermione hit the books as soon as she could. She always had her nose in a book.

Ron sat next to her in the library that the school had supplied. He closed the book that he was reading, and read over the title. "Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes, history of muggle insanity I say. Aren't you sick of that book yet you've been reading it for three hours straight?" Hermione just shook her head as a reply. It was obvious from her facial expression that she was annoyed by Ron's constant interrupting. Ron only shrugged it off and looked around the library for something entertaining. When he found nothing of interest he sat up from his seat and stretched his arms.

" I'm going to head back to the room's. I guess I'll see you later then?" He asked her, when she didn't reply he walked out of the room. Before he left he turned to see her and dropped his head and sighed. He then turned and went off on his way down the hallway.

Back inside the library Hermione was so enthralled in her work she didn't realize how much time had passed. She looked at her watch and realized that four hours had passed since she had last seen Ron. She sighed out of exhaustion, picked up her books and made her way down the hallway to her room. In ten minuets dinner was to be served, but she didn't feel like eating.

She had a pile of books on her bed and her desk was full of papers covered in notes from her many classes. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, and let out a yelp of aggravation. Hermione then opened her eyes and walked over to her cluttered bed and picked up one of the books that was lying on her pillow. Unfortunately when she grabbed it another one fell on the floor with a big thud. Hermione let out another aggravated sigh. She bent down to pick up the fallen book, and turned it over as it opened up to a certain page.

She looked at the page and between the crease there was a piece of paper wedged. Hermione tilted her head to see what was written on the paper. Once she read it she rolled her eyes and laid the book on the chair that sat next to her bed. "Every you look the amount immaturity is always the same. Boys who can never think of anything but sex." She rolled her eyes once more and picked up another book and began to read.

Several hours later Hermione woke with a jump and she realized that Ginny was the one who tapped her on her shoulder. "Hey Hermione are you okay? I mean I know you sometimes fall asleep while you are studying, but you just scared me. It seemed as if you weren't even breathing." Ginny asked with concern at her friend. Hermione smiled to show Ginny that she was alright, and in return Ginny gave her a warm smile.

"I'm okay I've just been tired from the work, thanks for your concern. I'm really alright I just need some sleep. You can go back to bed, really I'm fine." She told her. Ginny still looked concerned, but she nodded and went back to bed. Hermione sat up and turned on her small light that sat on here desk. She saw the book that she put on the chair and picked it up to see where the page that she saw the piece of paper. When it turned to the page she was looking for she read the little piece of paper again.

The paper read, 'Looking for a good time? Just call on puppy and Ill give you whatever your heart desires.' Hermione looked at the paper for a moment and took it out of the book and looked on the other side of it to see if anything else was written. The only thing she saw were the initials S.B. She rolled her eyes and placed the piece of paper back where it was placed. Hermione then shoved the book in her desk drawer and went to change into her sleep wear.

When she laid back down on her bed she chuckled out puppy and went to sleep. Thinking the next morning she would just wake up and bring the book back to the library and it would be any other day. That nothing would change and the same routine would go on for the rest of the year, but that was where she was mistakenly wrong. That night a strong wind pulled into the east and blew past Hogwarts in a flash. The next morning Hermione Granger was in the place where she laid her head that night, but she wasn't in the same time.

Hermione woke up with a soft breeze wash over her as soft rays of sunlight hit here face. She breathed in the sweet air and smiled from the warmth she received from the sun's sweet rays. She reluctantly sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes, when she heard something. Or someone who softly moved as the covers that lay on her lap were moved. She opened her eyes and turned to see who this imposter was, but she couldn't see the person's face because they covered it with her blanket.

Hermione's breathing quickened as she slowly inched her way to see who the person that was in her bed was. Her eyes were wide and her heart raced as she slowly raised the covers from the person's face. Once the sheet was pulled away, the person opened their eyes and as she looked on his eyes grew just as wide as hers. She was the first to scream, and her bedmate was the second to yell back. He jumped back from her and fell on the floor, she looked down to see if he was okay and her eyes widen even more when she saw that he was naked. He also realized that he was naked and grabbed the sheet on the bed an tried to cover himself. As he was covering himself she slightly blushed and turned her head.

To be continued....