Thanks goes to BlueArtemis for betaing this.

Full summary: While cleaning out the attic Hermione finds a music box and decides to play it, all of a sudden she finds herself at Malfoy Manor. She is greeted by a young man she thinks is Draco, but to comes to find out that the man is Draco's son Scorpius and she is 25 years in the future where everyone believes she was murdered because of a twisted love triangle. Done for the GE Time Turner 2012 challenge.

Chapter one

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Soft lips met the skin of her shoulder. She stirred out of her sleep long enough to roll over and put her head on the man's chest and throw her leg over his. The man chuckled.

"Go back to sleep. It is too warm and comfy to get up," she murmured.

"As much as I love your naked body draped over me, Sweets; I can't miss my first day of training." His rough fingers rubbed her shoulder.

Hermione grumbled and rolled off of him before sitting up and rubbing her face. She looked over at her lover who was getting dressed. She smiled. "I don't have work today. Perhaps I will just lounge in bed and play with myself to thoughts of you."

The man looked at her and his eyes glinted with mischief. He lunged at her and pinned her to the bed .

Hermione laughed and playfully tried to kick him away.

He held her arms above her head. He then leaned down and kissed her passionately. "Don't tempt me, Witch; I really want this job." He then kissed the tip of her nose before letting her up.

"I know, love, I was just playing. I hope everything goes well. I'll make your favorite tonight for dinner."

"That sounds great, Hermione." He leaned down and kissed her again. "I love you. I'll see you tonight."

"I love you too."

With a pop, he was gone.

Hermione sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She could go back to sleep or get up and clean out the attic like she had been planning to do all week. The past owners had left it filled with junk, and she wanted to turn it into a study.

Getting out of bed she changed her clothes into a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt. With her wand in hand she made her way to the attic steps and looked up at the old door. She tied back her hair and made her way up the stairs. The door creaked and moaned as she pushed it open.

The room was filled with sunlight from several of the windows that lined the walls. Because of this, a layer of dust floated through the air. Hermione scrunched her nose and flicked her wand, she cast a Scourgify spell and banished the dust and the dirt from the room. She then found a spot to sit down and began going through the piles of junk. She didn't want to throw away something that was valuable.

After several hours of sorting, Hermione had found little in the way of valuable. She was sitting against the wall, her wand at her side. It was hot, she was tired and she was hungry. She was about to stand and go downstairs to get something to eat when a gold glint caught the corner of her eye. She looked toward a pile she had not gone through yet. There was a small black box with a gold latch sitting on the top of the pile. How had she not noticed it before? Something about it made her want to look at it. She crawled over to it and picked it up. This was when she realized it was a music box.

The key was on the side, she put her thumb and forefinger on it to turn it. Suddenly, she hissed and pulled her fingers back in pain. Blood spilled in droplets onto the floor. Even though she had been hurt by the box, she could not help but feel compelled to turn the key more. Finally, she could not turn it anymore. With bloody fingers she unlatched it, her blood tainting the gold. The box opened, haunting music filling the air. It was as if a choir of angels was singing and demons were screaming at her at the same time. Black smoke flowed from the box and wrapped itself around her body.

All too suddenly Hermione found herself in a hallway. She was still holding the box, but it was closed and her blood no longer tainted the gold latch or key. She looked around. She recognized where she was. The portraits hanging in the hall were the ancestors of the Malfoy family. Her breath began to quicken.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my father's home?" asked a voice from behind her.

Hermione turned around to see Draco Malfoy, his wand raised. "Is this some type of sick joke, Draco? Why would you bring me here?" Her distress was evident.

Draco frowned at her and his wand wavered. "Draco Malfoy is my father. I will ask you one more time. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Hermione frowned. He was the son of Draco Malfoy? Malfoy had a son? They just had left Hogwarts, there was no way Malfoy could have a son that appeared to be her age. That could only mean one thing: she was in the future. She promptly fainted.