Title: Sometimes we'll cry.
Summary: Harry, Ron and Hermione follow Draco to Borgin and Burkes where they fall through time. How will Ron react to the Young Dark Lord taking an interest in his girl friend? TMR x HG
Genre(s): Romance.
Rated: M
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
Chapter one: Nosiness leads one to trouble.
Draco Malfoy stood inside of Borgin and Burges, his fingers grazing over the golden box interestedly while Borgin spoke to him excitedly.
Little did he know that even in the deserted little shop he was being watched. Five years ago the girl that watched him would have had a head of bushy, unmanageable hair but now, at seventeen, her hair had grown and become more manageable, the bush gradually evolved into soft curls as her mother had constantly told her it would.
It had been four months since the War between Voldemort and Harry. Hermione Granger was one of the most famous witches in the world, even now, in the darkest part of Knockturn Alley that would forever be subject to Dark Magic items she was hiding under an Invisibility cloak, her boyfriend Ronald Weasley and best friend Harry Potter on either side of her, the invisibility cloak leaving their feet uncovered, but Ron had said that legless feet were not unusual in Knockturn Alley after the spell last month by the Ministry that had backfired. The aim had been to get a mans feet out of a chimney but it had instead made lots of hopping shoes appear. If there were sightings one should call the Monistry immediately as the feet are quite dangerous in rather an absurd and painful --For men especially, way.
"What is it?" Ron whispered.
"We shouldn't have come." said Hermione, avoiding his question. How could she possibly know what it was from this far away?
"I don't trust him," said Harry for the hundredth time since they had caught sight of the Slytherin. "He's up to something. Are those runes on the box?"
"That's the rune for Time." said Hermione, surprised she could make it out and even more surprised Harry had noticed they were runes.
Ron squinted. "Are you telling me Malfoys trying to time trav-- Bloody hell, Harry! Do you reckon he's trying to get to a few seconds before you beat You-Know-Who and kill you so You-Know-Who would have won?"
Hermione's mouth fell open. "Ronald, you are unbelievably dense sometimes." she said, her cheeks pink.
"Ron, the Malfoys were against You-Know-Who after he pretty much sentenced Draco to death," Harry said patiently. "Besides, I could beat Draco with one hand tied behind my back."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Look, he's leaving." she said quickly and they moved to the side and into a corner where they were pressed painfully against each other. Well, painful for Hermione, having two boys press their weight against her. Her cheeks flushed to a colour that matched Rons hair. "I think it's safe now."
They pulled away, oblivious to her uncomfort and watching the blonde leave empty handed.
"He didn't buy it." Ron said, pointing out the obvious.
"He wanted to." said Harry, and his face scrunched in thought.
"Borgin noticed that, I'll bet my Pixie Wand that he was asking a lot more then the price he'd shown at first." said Hermione, her voice traced with disgust.
Rons attention snapped towards her. "You have a Pixie Wand?" he asked.
"Harry got it for me for my birthday --The one you missed." she said pointedly.
Rons ears reddened. "I wouldn't have missed it if you had come to Bulgaria with us."
"To have you have a go at Viktor for saying hello to me?"
"Will you two stop it?" Harry snapped, obviously irritated.
Ron held back his retort.
"We're going inside." said Harry, breaking their glaring as well.
"You've over reacting." said Hermione, wishing she could look him in the eye. He listened better when he had a scrutinizing gaze on him.
"Come off it mate, who knows what's in there." Ron said, agreeing with her.
"All I know is that there's a box in a Dark Magic shop that Malfoy wants, that can't be good, can it?"
Ron scowled. "Maybe it's one of those muggle things? Hermione, you said they come in a sort of box, didn't you? Those jelly things that you put on your dick when you're having se--"
"Ron," Hermione said. "I really don't think Malfoy would be purchasing muggle condoms from a Dark Magic shop --For goodness' sake Harry, will you please stop laughing?" It had been one of their sex talks, as of last week Ron had taken an interest in pushing their relationship up the ladder. Not that she'd given into him. Not yet.
"Sorry, sorry. Can we please go in now? Unless Ron wants to keep on going about how you two--"
"Harry." Hermione growled, warningly.
"Sorry again. Let's go inside?"
"When Borgin leaves." she sighed.
They had to wait five more minutes before the hunch backed old man disappeared through a door. Hermione placed a silencing spell on the bell, stopping it from ringing whem they opened the door.
"Don't touch anything." Harry ordered when they got the shelf which the box lay on. "Hermione, what do you make out?"
"It's confusing. There's Time, and here, this triangle usually means Peace but there's a line through it, it could mean War but it could also mean Water--"
"How can it mean War or Water?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"Water has a line through it as well; I just can't remember which direction it goes in. Frankly all I'm getting from this is basically that it's Time related, but we knew that from watching from outside."
"No, don't touch--"
"Don't be silly, Harry. Malfoy touched it didn't he? And Borgin touched it to put it in its place." Hermione ran her fingers over it, feeling Ron edge slightly away. She rolled her eyes. "It's smooth and I don't think it's goblin made, it isn't elegant enough."
"Let go of it, Hemione. I really don't think we should be touching it." Harrys voice was laced with worry.
"You were the one who wanted to come inside," she said, indignant. "Oh, there's a flap." and before either boys could say anything, her curiosity got the better of her and she opened it.
Everything else happened within seconds of each other. A burst of sand in her face and then it was wrapping around them. She screamed and Ron swore, Harrys wand was out, the door opened and Borgin shot out, horror etched on his face.
The ground under them seemed to give way and the grains of sand became rope like, burning them, darkness surrounded them and she heard Harry yell to hold on tightly, his arms wrapping around her waist protectively while Rons screaming drowned her ears.
Then she felt nothing for a moment, and suddenly her eyes shot open. Cool, wet grass under her, soothing her burning skin. She had bruises.
Harry sat up next and then Ron, and they were all in the same, bad condition.
"Blimey," choked out Ron, his eyes fixated on Hermione, wide and alert. "You just had to open it, didn't you?"
"Do you often fall from skies?" Hermione was the only one that had to turn around at the sound of the voice. Ron and Harry were already facing the new comer with the soft, silk like voice. For some reason both boys had stopped moving. "Unless you apparated onto School Grounds—"
Hermione spoke before she turned around, this boys ignorance only adding to her foul mood. She had gathered from the sight of the place that they were close to the school. It aggravated her to think she could not explain it. "If you've read Hogwarts: A History, you would know that—"
"That it is not possible to apparate onto school grounds." He said, looking entertained by her outburst. She flushed slightly, for a moment she was lost for words; the boy was gorgeous. He had high cheekbones, his wavy raven black hair was combed to the side and his piercing eyes were the clearest blue. Come to think of it he looked a bit like Harry—Who Hermione had admittedly fancied from their Seconds Year until their Fourth. He was tall and dressed in Hogwarts robes, a Slytherin Headboy pin on his chest.
This was so wrong –It wasn't even school time for a couple of weeks and this boy, whoever he was, was not Slytherin Headboy. Draco Malfoy was going to be Slytherin Headboy, with Hermione and Harry being Griffindor Headgirl and boy.
Whoever he was, he was a fake.
She knew her mouth was slightly ajar at him but she wondered why Harry and Ron were so flabbergasted as well, she certainly hoped for her and Ginnys cases that their silence was for the reason of the Headboy pin.
"Yes," the boy continued, being kind and taking their silence for surprise. "I have read Hogwarts: A History, thank you."
And then Harry said the most terrifying thing, those two words that turned Hermiones annoyance at the boys cheek into full fledged fear of his next words, because those two words suddenly made everything make sense:
"Tom Riddle?"
A/N: -Grins.- I wonder how Hermione's going to be reacting to the Dark Lord? How's RON going to be reacting to him? Obv Hermione and Riddle are totally gonna attract. Two great minds –Two great bodies, you do the math? xD Review!