When we pull apart he stares into my eyes, and I feel like I could get lost in those gorgeous grey pools, my lips still tingling as well as other parts of my body. He smiles his slow, seductive smile and I feel myself melting, ad then, my brain catches up with me and I realise what I'm doing. So I do the only thing I can think of, I slap his face and run away.

I can't believe this is happening, how did my life get to be like this. I mean fair enough, it was never any picnic, being best friends with the boy who lived, living in a time of war and trying to get two boys who are prime candidates of ADHD to at least try to complete their homework and not just get me to do it, but I could deal with all that, really I could. However two months ago my life completely spiralled out of control when I tripped over and fell, only to land 24 years in the past.

I was in the room of requirement, the place where everything is hidden, mainly looking for a place to hide. Professor Dumbledore had just died and I was allowing myself a moment of panic before going to Harry. I knew that the time to act was here, Professor Dumbledore was the only thing standing between Voldemort and the fall of the wizarding world, and then the fall of the muggle world. I remember the panic winning and me just sat on a stack of old newspapers wishing that I had lived in a happier time where the threat of death eaters wasn't as imminent. It didn't take me long to get myself back together, ready to face the world again. I stood up and started for the door but I didn't notice the full school satchel on the floor, I tripped over it and fell flat on my face, I reached out to grab something to push myself back up. My hand grabbed hold of a smooth, oval shaped item, and then I felt a lurch a little like a portkey, but I didn't feel like I was moving any distance, it really was very strange. Then I felt another lurch and everything seemed normal again. I waited a few seconds before standing up then I got to my feet. Taking a look around the room I noticed that it looked slightly different, it seemed as though they wasn't as much stuff, but it wasn't a lot less, just slight noticeably less. I was confused. I headed for the door.

That was it, that was how I ended up in this time. I didn't realise it straight away, it took a strange meeting with Professor McGonagall who had no idea who I was, and then a trip to see the very much alive Professor Dumbledore, which was a very interesting meeting to say the least.

After I had managed to convince him I was trustworthy and confided in him that I was from the future, the conversation turned to more practical things.

'Well Miss Granger, obviously the knowledge you possess is very dangerous.'

'Yes Sir'

'I believe the safest course of action is to limit your interaction with anyone from this time to a minimum.'

'I agree Sir. Perhaps lock me in a room here at Hogwarts, I can use my time to research a way to get back to my own time.'

'Yes, that may be the wisest decision, however I cannot agree'

'Why not Sir?

Professor Dumbledore leaned forward.

'As prudent as your idea sounds, I cannot help but think that you do not deserve to be locked in room.'

'But professor I have fore knowledge,'

'Yes, which you realise is very dangerous'

'Even if I do realise this and make a conscious effort not reveal anything, things may slip out'

'Maybe they are supposed to.'

'Sir,' I am shocked and my emotion slips into my voice. 'How can you even suggest that, the future should not be known.'

'Now Miss Granger, calm down. I am not suggesting that you tell anyone of the future, I am merely expressing the fact that the future you know may have already been shaped by you being in this time, a pre-destinational paradox I believe the term is.'

'There is no proof of that'

'There is no proof of either Miss Granger.'

'No, but still, I must insist on my chosen plan of action.'

'Alas, I cannot agree, in the absence of proof I believe we must act as our conscience and beliefs allow, and I cannot agree to any course of action that will leave a young witch all alone for an untold amount of time.'

I look into his eyes and see that no matter what I say I won't win.

'But Sir, what if I do something wrong?'

'Hermione, you must believe in yourself, as you have already inspired me to.'

That was it, the argument was over. Professor Dumbledore decided that I would be a student. The school year was about to begin (I had missed out on summer break, but I did not feel that this was the biggest thing to worry about) and I would be placed in sixth year again. As it was unknown when I would be able to return to my own time, Professor Dumbledore decided that it would be best if I were able to complete all the work needed for my NEWT's just in case. I was to remain a Gryffindor and live in the dorm with everyone else.

My cover story for suddenly attending Hogwarts was that I was a transfer students whose parents had bee killed by Deatheater wannabes and as such Professor Dumbledore, who was a family friend, had taken responsibility for me.

Clothes, books and school equipment were all procured for me so that everything was ready for me to start life as a student of Hogwarts again on September 1st.

As cautious as I was, I really had no idea of what I was letting myself in for.