Authors Note: Hey everyone, this is only my second attempt at a Fan Fiction Story, I had to delete my other one "Why Me" I was on quite a writers block until I was standing in the shower today and got this sudden story idea...and voila! "Time Flies"

Chapter One

Hermione raced down the corridor of the dungeons, praying that luck was on her side. Her large satchel was banging off of her petite

frame as she skidded to a halt directly in front of the meeting place. For years Hermione had been using the time turner to get to all of her

extra classes, Harry and Ron had found out about it in third year and now were helping her disguise the convenient, but hazardous, little

necklace. She was late for the her appointment with…herself. How ironic, she thought, that once out of about a thousand times she had

done this she was late on the only one that really counted. She hid as she saw Hermione1 walk into the room to use the time turner, like

so many times before she would wait until she disappeared and then stroll out of the room as if nothing had happened, but not today. She

heard a ruckus out of the room, a quarrel of sorts. That's when her whole life turned upside down in two minutes. A flash of purple light

meant it was a hex thrown at someone. Ron came flying through the door as the force of the hex sent him hurling into an old desk, the

sound of breaking bones was heard as the desk broke with the force of his weight. It all happened in slow motion to Hermione. First she

saw the light, as that was happening Hermione1 was just beginning to spin the time turner to the correct number. Next Ron came flying

into the room and Hermione noticed the time turner being to spin out of control. By the time that she saw Ron hit the old desk, she was

already being pulled into a world not her own.

Hermione awoke in the middle of a lovely little garden on the side of a hill. As many people may have come to believe Hermione was

still a know-it-all, but over the past summer she had morphed into a very nicely filled out woman. Her bust was ample and was

presented quite nicely in the corset type dress she now found herself in. Her hair had smoothed out into lovely flowing curls that went all

the way down her back. Let's just put it this way, if Hermione were in a crowd of brunettes, you would spot her beautiful chestnut hair.

Whether she believed it or not, she was a sight to be seen. That's why when a charming young boy of about 6 or 7 came up to her and

asked her if she was lost she was a bit startled. Hermione stood up and began brushing the grass and flowers off of her dress. "Wait,

dress…" she thought. "I was in my robes…" As she came to this conclusion it all came back to her. The hex, the time turner, the

dizzy/lightheaded feeling you get from traveling with the time turner…and that's when she realized that she was in Hogwarts anymore.

"Please, where am I?" Hermione asked the young boy.

"Why, ma'am you're in the hillside garden of Lord Draco, did you not know?"

A thousand thoughts were shooting through Hermione's head, she couldn't take it, and that's when everything fell to darkness.

"Where did she come from?" said a strong, very masculine voice from over Hermione. It was that voice that made her hesitant to open her eyes. At the same

time it seemed so familiar, and yet so comforting. She slowly opened her eyes to a wondrous sight. There standing at the foot of the bed she was in was the most

handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. His blonde hair fell lightly into his eyes and she could see cool gray from behind the bangs in his

face. There was a scar hardly visible on his right cheek, it gave him character, but also a very hard look. With closer speculation

Hermione concluded that he

was a striking resemblance to one Draco Malfoy.

"We don't know, sir. A young boy found her sleeping in the hillside garden and brought her here after she fainted, presumably from the heat."

"I see, well send in Tilly and get her cleaned up, I wish to speak with her tonight. I must see is she can be trusted, she is a lovely creature."

This was all said as Hermione pretended to be asleep, all the while sneaking glances at the handsome Lord Draco.