AUTHOR: Lady Raedy
TITLE: Unnatural Disaster
RATING: M
WORD COUNT: 2,592
SUMMARY: While serving detention, Draco takes a file out of the Hogwarts cabinets, not knowing that by doing so, he erased all record of Hermione Granger from the Hogwarts history. It was like she'd never gone to Hogwarts. Dumbledore sends Malfoy into the muggle world to retrieve the magic Hermione from the muggle world where she's being smothered. What he doesn't expect though, is the Hermione he sees in the muggle world. Hermione is causing all kinds of trouble, being a basic bad girl. When Malfoy sees her, can he handle it?

A/N: Here's my new story guys. :) It starts kind of slow, and my chapter lengths are sort of bi polar. But it will pick up. I promise. And I also promise that it's aptly rated. And that my other story will resume soon. Don't hate me for that. It's just been so hectic with the start of term, i've been so busy. Anyhow, this was just a story i've had lying around for some time now.
Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1: Detention

"Mr. Malfoy! Do you have something that you would like to share with the entire class?" Professor McGonagall scolded Draco Malfoy for talking while she was giving instruction.

Malfoy snickered rudely and said "No, Professor McGonagall. Sorry." He rolled his eyes as she turned her back though, as if to say that he wasn't really serious.

Hermione Granger shook her head in annoyance at this boy. He got away with enough in Professor Snape's class just because Snape was the head of his house, Slytherin. She personally thought that he should be punished as much as possible in other classes to make up for the favouritism that was shown in that class. Malfoy had enough of a problem without the special treatment he got from some of the Hogwarts teachers. He had a head the size of a hot air balloon, and Hermione was quite sure that it was just as full of hot air as a hot air balloon. Of course, he didn't literally have a head the size of a hot air balloon, but speaking on terms of his ego, he had to be pretty close.

Draco Malfoy had girls fawning all over him around every corner, and his exceptional grades caused teachers to reward him with praise that he didn't deserve. The only time Hermione could recall that he'd received detention was in first year when him, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and herself were forced to go to the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid, the game keeper. He'd certainly deserved more detentions than that. Not only was he favoured for being handsome and intelligent, he was also a pure-blood, a pure-blood with a particularly well known name. This put him in good favour with all of his fellow Slytherins, and anyone who was thick enough to think that pure-blood made him better in any way. Hermione was actually quite sure that his pure-blood was the result of a long line of in-breeding.

Lovely.

He was talking again, and Hermione could hear him from all the way across the room. She couldn't understand exactly what he was saying, but she was quite sure that it was some random string of insults directed at some random, innocent individual.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall spun on Draco, causing him to jump in his seat slightly. "I have already asked you to stop talking in my class, especially when I'm trying to teach. I'm sorry to tell you that you have already wasted your one and only warning. I'll expect to see you after class so I can award you your detention."

"I - I..." Draco obviously hadn't expected to actually receive detention for talking.

"Justice!" Hermione heard Ron whisper on the other side of Harry from her.

"After class," was all that Professor McGonagall said.

Malfoy was silent for the rest of class. He didn't seem to want a double detention. Pity he wasn't already getting a double detention. It would've been like double-justice. Hermione smiled at the thought. Class was over a few minutes later, and all of the students in the class filed out except for Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy, I've had to warn you several times in other class times that you shouldn't be talking in my class. Perhaps a detention with Mr. Filch will help you learn your lesson. You'll spend Saturday night with Mr. Filch alphabetizing student files in the work room. If Mr. Filch feels that you need more time to finish your task, then it will be in his power to make you come back next Saturday. I'd suggest that you do your best while you're there."

Malfoy nodded with a bored look on his face and strode from the room when she was finished telling him about his detention, grumbling a string of profanities under his breath. He thought it was absolutely ridiculous that he was getting detention for merely talking. It was harmless.

In the Great Hall for lunch after McGonagall's class, he accidently bumped into Harry Potter. "Watch where you're going, you worthless lump." He bitterly insulted Harry, though it hadn't been his fault.

"Why don't you take your own advice, ferret." Harry shot back.

"Oh, please, Potter. Get over yourself."

"Like I'm the one that needs to get over myself. What's your detention anyhow Malfoy? Scrubbing floors? Where you belong?"

"If only. You seem to have things reversed. Actually, all I have to do is organize some files. Maybe I'll do a little editing on yours, maybe make you a little less popular. We'll see how you take that." He sneered cruelly at Harry.

"Why don't you just - " He was cut off by Hermione coming and pulling him away.

"Come on, Harry, and Malfoy, you can just shove it." They turned and walked away. Malfoy laughed mockingly and turned to go on his way. Maybe it would be Granger's file he would do a little editing on.

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Saturday night was two days later, and Malfoy met Mr. Filch in his office a few minutes after eight. His arms were crossed over his chest and he had a bitter look on his face. There really wasn't a point to manually organizing files when it could just be done by magic. He knew he wouldn't get away with using magic though, as they had all of these things set up specifically for students who were serving detention. There were little blocks set up by the teachers that prevented the students from using magic on their tasks.

"Draco Malfoy, huh?" Mr. Filch had a smile that was a bit edgy and mean.

Malfoy nodded his head. "How long do I have to be here for?"

"You're here until eleven, and you'll be organizing files the whole time. First, I have to explain some things." He paused and made sure Malfoy was listening before continuing. "You're obviously not allowed to use magic. If you even try, an alarm will go off, telling on you, and you'll be back next week. Whatever you do, don't take any of the files out of the cabinets. You can take them out to put them in the right spot, but if you remove any of the files from the cabinets, we'll know."

"What difference is that going to make?" The sneer on Malfoy's face was becoming less prominent and was slowly being replaced with a look of curiosity.

"It could mess with the balance of the person's file in question. Things will change. One dimwitted kid tried it before, and it was bad news."

"Right." Malfoy re-crossed his arms and followed Filch into a room filled from floor to ceiling, several rows deep, and many rows in the middle with filing cabinets.

"It's every student that ever attended Hogwarts. Last week's kid got half way through G, so you'll finish G, and H. I'll be back at eleven, and if you aren't finished with H, you'll be back next week."

Malfoy said nothing but watched Mr. Filch leave the room. The drawer in which he was supposed to start was opened, and several feet off of the ground. If he wasn't allowed to use magic, how was he supposed to get to the drawer? He searched the room, and found a tall ladder. That must be it.

He rolled the ladder to the drawer and steadily climbed up. He started at the back of the drawer. He guessed that the names that came first were supposed to be in the back, going alphabetically forward. The first name was Goyle, Gregory, followed by Gaunt, Marvolo. He flipped the two around and moved to the next one. Goldstein, Anthony was next and he placed it between the Gaunt and Goyle. He told himself that if he saw an exciting name, he'd read the contents. He continued in this fashion until he came upon Granger, Hermione.

This was definitely worth reading. He pulled it out, and opened the folder.

Granger, Hermione
Born: September 19, 1979
Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Both muggles. Currently living in London, England. Occupied as
muggle "dentists."
Status: Muggle-born, 7th Year
Information on Ms. Granger:
Currently a NEWT student, received all O's on O.W.L.s with the exception of one E. In training to be an Auror. Member of the Order of the Phoenix. Past member of an organization called Dumbledore's Army. Shows potential to become a great assistance to Harry Potter in tasks given to him.

There were a few more sentences and a picture of her at age 11 at the beginning of her first year at Hogwarts. Without thinking Malfoy took the file, creased the folder down the middle, and stuffed it in the pocket of his robes. There had to be something that could be done with this.

He finished all the way through H before Mr. Filch came to retrieve him, but barely.

"You finished H?" Filch asked. It seemed that he didn't expect him to finish.

"Yeah, check yourself." Malfoy said, coldly.

"Alright, well you can go back to your commons now." Filch said, handing him a slip of paper that was signed. "Give that to McGonagall Monday in class. Your detention's been served."

Malfoy took the paper and headed back to his dormitory. He threw his pajamas on, and fell into bed, despite the fact that it was Saturday night.

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The next morning was Sunday, Malfoy woke up, dressed, and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. He saw as he skimmed the hall that Granger wasn't with Potty or the Weasel, who were surprisingly not sitting next to eachother.

He sat down next to Crabbe and started dishing up his plate. Morning post arrived, and he paid no attention. He was still tired from the night before, and somehow his arms were a bit sore. He needed to fix that. Maybe a good fist fight with Potter... He quickly decided another detention wasn't worth it.

After breakfast, he was walking through the hall when he saw Harry and Romilda Vane in a rather wet embrace. When had that happened?

"Keep the PDA to a minimal would you Potter? I find it rather repulsive?"

Harry looked at Malfoy and rolled his eyes. "Not you again, Malfoy."

"Yeah, me again, Potter." He spat Harry's name like it was a germ. "Where's Granger to keep you in line anyway?"

"Who?" Harry looked genuinely confused.

"Granger, you idiot. You know, brown bushy hair, follows you and Weaselby around everywhere."

"I don't know who you're talking about. And Ron and I haven't spoken for almost a year." Harry was looking at Malfoy like he was truly insane.

"What are you talking about? You were with him in Transfiguration yesterday. I'm not stupid." Maybe he was... was he dreaming?
"Obviously, you need to go to the hospital wing Malfoy." Harry had a look of humor about his face, like Malfoy was saying the funniest thing.

"Whatever." Malfoy didn't know what to do, so he merely turned and walked away. That was strange. He was one hundred percent sure that he'd seen Ron and Harry together the previous day. And what was he getting at, pretending he didn't know who Granger was.

As the day went on, he realized that Harry wasn't the only one acting strange. Pansy Parkinson had gotten very stiff when he'd mentioned the fact that Harry was pretending not to know who Hermione Granger was.

"Who's Hermione Granger?" Pansy asked.

"Are you kidding? Gryffindor, hair like a trampoline, how could you not know who she is, you guys have been in fights before."

"Are you okay Drakey?" She asked with a concerned look on her face. "There's no one named Hermione Granger in Gryffindor, and I certainly haven't been in a fight with someone named Hermione before."

Draco decided that he didn't want to talk to her if she was going to be in on the joke, so he got up without a word and headed for dinner.

When the evening post came, an owl he didn't recognize dropped in front of him. He quickly opened the letter, and realized that it was from Dumbledore. That was strange, normally Potter was the one getting the letters from Dumbledore.

Dear Mr. Malfoy

It is very necessary that you come to my office as soon as you get this letter. I'm afraid I have an emergency that involves you. I'll explain when you arrive.

Thank you,
Professor Dumbledore

Malfoy was confused, but decided it could be a family emergency, so he quickly hurried to leave the Great Hall and headed for Dumbledore's office.

When he got there, he knocked on the door. Dumbledore was waiting for him when he entered. He wasn't the only one in the room. Professors Snape and McGonagall were also present.

"What am I here for?" He asked as he looked from face to face about the room.

"I have just been informed by Mr. Filch that a student folder is missing from the filing cabinets. I'm afraid that you were the last one in the filing room, and it must be you that has the file." Dumbledore's voice was gentle, but Draco could feel that he was in trouble.

"What are you talking about?" His first approach was to play dumb.

"Have you noticed anything different today Malfoy?" Snape asked from the corner. "Perhaps the absence of a one Miss Granger?"

"I - yeah." He decided to admit it. Obviously something really had happened.

"When you took the folder from the cabinet last night, it erased all record of Hermione Granger from Hogwarts. It's now as if Hermione was never at this school, but she is now trapped in a muggle world." Professor McGonagall contributed to the conversation.

"So what?" Malfoy asked. He wasn't sure what they were implying. "Can't I just put the folder back and make everything normal."

"That's the problem Draco." Dumbledore said. "No, you can't. We have to have consent from her. I'm not sure why, but we have to have her knowingly sign the file that was removed before things will go back to normal. Your Professors and I have discussed this, and we all feel that since you took the folder from the cabinet and brought this mess about the innocent Miss Granger, you must be the one to retrieve her from the muggle world and inform her of the mistakes that have been made, and bring her back to sign the file."

"Me? But I don't even know what to do, and I have school!" He hadn't been expecting something like this.

"Yes, you. Your studies will be put on a temporary hiatus. When you return and Miss Granger signs the file, you will be back to this moment in time and everything will be back to normal. So in all technicality, you won't have missed any schoolwork."
"I - do I have to go alone?" He didn't much care for the idea of going into a muggle community to fetch a muggle born and bring her back to Hogwarts.

"Yes, but we will come after you if you take longer than three weeks, and we will spend the rest of the evening preparing you to go. You'll leave in the morning." Dumbledore said.

"Preparing me how?" The look on his face was now one of shock.

"We have memories that were unknowingly retracted from the new Hermione to show you, and we also have a few muggle things that we need to show you about, so you fit in better." McGonagall said.

"Right, when do we start?" Malfoy asked.

"Now," Dumbledore said.

A/N: P.S. Feedback!! What did you think of my new story? If there's anything that doesn't make sense, ask me. I tried my best to get the gist of the explanation into the first chapter. And yes, I know there are two author notes, and that memories can't be unknowingly retracted.