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Chapter 1
"Ugh."
A hand reached out from under the comforter and came up to cover the eyes of a young woman so that while the sun was blaring in her face she wasn't blinded by it. She whimpered softly at the thought of having to crawl out of bed, but she eventually did just that and then set about making the bed. She was used to making the bed every morning after she awoke, so she could almost do it with her eyes closed. This is exactly what she was doing on this morning, feeling around for the edges of the bed so that she didn't trip and fall.
"Who in Merlin's name decided that the sun should be what the first thing we see when we wake up? I'm going to hex them silly."
When she finished making the bed she leaned against it and smiled softly to herself. She liked getting to it early so that Mrs. Weasley didn't come barging into the room screaming at everyone in the house to get their rooms straightened up. She knew that she didn't have to worry about her friend Luna Lovegood making her bed, Luna barely slept under the covers because she was afraid that the nargles would get to her, she just hoped that her best girl friend, Ginny Weasley, had remembered to make hers before she had left the room in search of her boyfriend. Of course they wouldn't have to worry about Mrs. Weasley screaming at them to clean their rooms and make their beds if they could manage to find and kill off that stupid snake of a man whose name was actually feared by people of all ages in the wizarding community. As it was, they were simply hiding out at the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix until they were able to go back to living a semi-peaceful existence. Nothing was ever completely peaceful when you were best friends with 'The Boy Who Lived' and were the smartest witch of your age. It just wasn't possible. Add to it that she was a muggle-born witch, and things were usually disastrous around her when Death Eaters were involved.
"I feel like I'm a Jew hiding out from the Nazi's," she said softly to herself as she ran her hands over her eyes "or like I'm Shiloh from Repo. I wish they would just realize that we aren't kids anymore. We can take care of ourselves." The Order, however, didn't think that was so. Ever since Snape had killed Dumbledore they hadn't been trusted to take care of themselves no matter what was going on. There was always someone in the house with them making sure that they couldn't get into any trouble. They weren't even allowed to leave the house, with or without someone with them.
She sighed quietly and then made her way over to her desk that she shared with Ginny. She had yet to fully open her eyes and look around since the sun was so bright, but when she did - and her brown eyes connected with the room - she was shocked to say the least. To say that something was off about the room would be an understatement. Gone was the second bed, a bunk bed that was shared by her two best friends Ginny and Luna. Gone was the small dresser that barely had enough room for one person's clothes, let alone three. Gone were the picture frames that usually sat on the dresser filled with pictures and newspaper clippings from the war. Instead, as she looked around, only the desk seemed even remotely close to what she was used to seeing in the room.
The room was quite a bit larger than what she was used to - dark cherry wood covered the walls where only a few pictures hung. She stepped closer and was pleased to find that she had a picture of her parents smiling at her hanging right over one side of the vanity table. "We never had one of these before," she muttered as she swept a hand over it. It had a marble top that was cool to the touch and was full of drawers. She wanted to know what was in the drawers, but figured that could wait a bit. She wanted to see what else was different about the room and she wasn't sure how long she was going to have to look around. Instead of the single bed and the bunk bed taking up nearly an entire wall, there was a large four poster bed in its place. Its sheets were a metallic looking silver color whereas the comforter and pillow cases were a deep forest green. The sheets were shimmery, as if they were made of water, but as she drew closer she could feel that they were just made of silk. In one corner of the room there was an ornate fireplace flocked by two elephant chairs. There were two stacks of books over on the rug by the fire, so she was quite surprised that she didn't see a bookcase. If this were her room she would have made sure a bookcase was in place before anything else.
Shaking her head at the strange room, she grabbed her robes which had somehow ended up on the chair at the desk and she headed into what she hoped was the bathroom. She was happy to find that there was nothing really strange in there except that everything seemed much bigger. There was a tub that was about as big as the one in the prefects' bathroom at Hogwarts, and a shower that could easily fit four or five people into it comfortably. She took her shower and tried not to think about how odd it was that everything around her was so different.
"Where am I?"
She had to keep questioning herself because she didn't understand what had happened. If they had changed the look and or location of Headquarters, she would have known about it. If she had been kidnapped then surely whoever had kidnapped her would not be letting her do her own thing for so long without coming to check on her. She couldn't think of anything else that would have caused this. So she was even more shocked when she stepped out of the shower and pulled on her clothes after drying off only to see a blinding flash across her chest for a moment. She gasped as she looked down and came face to face with the one thing she had wanted more than anything else in the entire world.
"I'm Head Girl? Oh my god, I'm Head Girl!" Being Head Girl had been her dream ever since she'd read about it in Hogwarts: A History. At that moment, she didn't care if she was in some alternate universe, or in outer space. She was Head Girl, and as she looked in the mirror and saw brown eyes staring back at her and bushy hair, she knew that she was still the same girl. As long as she was still Hermione Jean Granger, and Head Girl at Hogwarts, it didn't matter was thrown her way.
"Let's go see what else is different around this crazy world," she giggled as she began walking out of the room. She bit her lip as she tried to decide where to go first. She knew that she was in Hogwarts, and by the looks of the badge on her chest she had to assume that she was in the Head's dorms. She didn't even stop to wonder why everything in the room was green, she just skipped on her merry way. She had only made it about six feet when her stomach started to rumble so she figured her first stop would be the Great Hall where she could pick up something to eat and then go look for her friends.
She was glad that there were only a few stragglers in the Great Hall by the time she got there. She must have been there late because everyone that was still in there was staring at her as she made her way to the Gryffindor table and sat down to eat. It didn't take her long at all to finish what she had put on her plate, probably because there wasn't much there. Ron must have come by and eaten everything before she could get to it. She smiled at the thought of her friend and then hopped up in an effort to go find them. But first, she wanted to see just how different things were. And the only to see that, would be to go looking for the one person that she hated more than anybody else in the world.
Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Alright guys here's the deal. I've posted this story before, by a different title (Slow Me Down) but I have made a couple changes which is why I'm reposting it. Along with the couple of changes I have also started writing more chapters so I'd love your feedback. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Is there anything you would like to see happen? Let me know in the comments and you may just get to see your wonderful suggestions in future chapters.
