N/A: I have a major crush on Peemione. And since I couldn't find not so many stories, I just had to write one myself! :3

Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins and Joanne Rowling are the queens and I wouldn't steal them anything xx

'What the hell is she doing there?' Three of the gamemakers stared at the screen, where paced a tiny, skinny girl with brown locks. 'Cut it, we can't let the others see her. Not until we find out who she is.' The girl just approached a group of careers. They were obviously confused as well. They haven't seen her around in the training centre, nor have they ever seen her in their whole life. She didn't even belong there. Her jeans and sweater were completely extraordinary compared to their black tight robes with Capitol emblems. She stood leaned against a tree, Glimmer, Cato, Clove and the others stood around her, arguing whether to kill her or wait for the gamemakers' turn. Nor the gamemakers did honestly know what to do.

Hermione had absolutely no idea how she got there. She was travelling into Burrow with Floo Powder. But she knew something was wrong the instant she stepped into the green dancing flames. Something spun her much more violently than usual. She fell down on the forest ground a few moments then, with her head and legs in pain. And then those people appeared. Some of them were slightly younger than she was, some were the same age. They all had the same clothes. Snatchers was the first that came to her mind. But it was impossible. And now, they were deciding if they should kill her or let it to those above. Hermione merely understood a word. She wasn't even probably still in Britain, because they all spoke with kind of weird modifications of an American accent. But she didn't want to wait for them to decide. She pulled out her wand: 'STUPEFY!' And one by one, all of them fell down like bricks of domino.

'That's...odd,' commented Plutarch Heavensbee the act he saw on the screen. 'Is it possible for such girl to have such a powerful weapon?' One of the gamemakers went pale in the face, though. His eyes wide, he went to Seneca Crane, who sat in his chair, watching Katniss Everdeen walking around, searching for water. He pleaded for him to let that girl in so he could talk to her. Seneca wasn't sure, what should they do with her anyway, so he accepted.

Hermione let them lying there and explored the place around. It was some sort of a wood. But it didn't somehow seem natural. The animal and bird species seemed a bit odd, the plants around looked unfamiliar and even dangerous. Suddenly, she felt she lost the surface underneath her feet, looked quickly around and she saw a giant black hole growing below her and fell in it. It was more like a slide than falling down. She landed on a white kind of sofa, blinding, white light hit her eyes and she had to blink many times to get used to it. Some man approached her, reaching out his abnormally tanned hand. Hermione's hand in his looked deadly pale. 'Welcome to Panem. My name is Pollain Ninefew. Shall we have a quick word in private?' Hermione shuddered. It all seemed so strange. Maybe she was just dreaming. She made sure her wand was still in her pocket and nodded.

'Private' meant just a different, empty room with lowered light level, which pleased Hermione's eyes. Pollain got rid off some device clipped to his collar and leaned closer to Hermione, who automatically took a step back. He reduced his voice to an almost inaudible whisper. 'Was that your wand? Are you a witch? How did you get there? The arena is Apparation protected. I should take care of it. They can kill me now.' Hermione seemed to think about the avalanche of the question as her mind started racing. Could she trust the man? 'Yes. I'm a witch. I got here because of some Floo Network error. I didn't apparate here. Why would I? What is this place anyway? Panem, you say? What is it?'

It took Pollain a bit of time to explain what was going on. By the end, Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, still looked rather confused. Capitol, Districts, Hunger Games... The man was a wizard, though. He studied at Hogwarts, thus showed her his magic knowledge. That was quite enough to convince Hermione. 'Unfortunately, you must wait here until the games end. We can't bring you to Capitol.' 'Why should I go to Capitol?' 'There's a Wizard's Society representative for Panem. He should help you solve that Floo Network issue. Until then, I'm afraid you'll have to stay in here.'

And so Hermione stayed. The Gamemakers had a lot of work to do, so they minded their own business. She even did get her own room with a bed and a bathroom. It all seemed so luxury. They still had a lot more spare rooms. And she had the opportunity to watch Hunger Games on the hundreds of screens in the Main Room. She found it too much cruel to her liking. It reminded her of the Triwizard Tournament at first. But not after a few hours. This was more intense. People got actually killed, there were hectolitres of blood spilled every day and...the people seemed to even enjoy it. The only part Hermione found enjoyable was a boy called Peeta Mellark. She found herself watching him more times on the screen than she should.

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