Detention. How on Earth did I manage to get that? I was literally twelve seconds late. Of course, the Greasy Bat wouldn't really take into consideration that this is the only time I've ever been late; therefore, he assigned me a stupid detention with him. Every time I think about it, my fists clench, my teeth grit in annoyance, I just think this is so stupid! Hilariously, both Ron and Harry steered clear of me when I was on my way to Snape's lair, for I was on my warpath, and I'm ready to explode.

When I get into his classroom, he bombards me with write-offs. I'm stuck in detention until 9:00. Walking back, I don't realize where I'm going, due to the fatigue I felt. I can hardly feel fear as I fell down to the ground, hearing only the shattering of fragile glass.

"I think she's starting to wake up," an over-eager male's voice shouted beside me. I winced. Whoever he was, he was way far too over-zealous for me, what with his loudness and obvious excitement.

Carefully, I opened my eyes. Everything hurt, even my fingernails and the roots of my hair. Everything was really blurry, too; all I could see was colours and shapes. I had a feeling that I was in the dungeons, because I could smell the musky scent that always seemed to linger.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Harry and Ginny leaning over me. Ron was nowhere to be found, but that was to be expected.

"Harry? Ginny? What happened?" I asked, gingerly sitting up and rubbing my head.

"I think she's delusional, James. Maybe we should go get Severus… he'd know what to do," Ginny said. She sounded worried.

Wait.

Why would she call Snape, the greasy bat of the dungeons, 'Severus'?

I sat up and looked carefully at the two. Last time I checked, Ginny had blue eyes and Harry's were green. Instead…

Oh.

Oh god….

When I fell, perhaps I triggered the time turner that I "borrowed" from Headmistress Minerva's office. Perhaps I should have never taken it….

"No, no, you don't need to get anyone. I'm fine. I promise," I assured them. I wasn't okay, but they didn't need to know that.

"I don't know if it'd be a good idea…." Gin-Lily said, chewing on her lip nervously.

"Please. I'm a big girl. I can do this," I insisted. James and Lily reluctantly walked out, leaving me alone at last.

Now, I needed to see Dumbledore.

His eyes were really blue and very familiar. They were comforting, almost.

"So, you came from the future?" He asked, perching his head on his hands.

"Yes sir. Yes I am," I told him, my head bowing in deference.

"Do you have your time turner with you?"

"No sir, I'm sorry. It shattered when I fell. The fall is what triggered the time turner," I said softly, bowing my head in slight shame, but he surprisingly doesn't seem to really care that I no longer had the valuable piece in getting me back to my time.

"Ah, well, it's no matter! We do need to figure out a good cover story for you, though."

I thought to myself for a while. I don't think it would be necessary to change my name. Perhaps I should say that I just transferred from Beauxbatons? I'm sure it wouldn't be believable, though. My French accent was truly terrible, and Beauxbaton students are really only pure-blooded, blonde-haired, veelas. I'm not either of those. Perhaps if I lied and claimed to be a pure-blood, my story would be believable. I would probably have to change my hair colour, though…

I touched my curly locks briefly and cringed. I really didn't wish to obtain Malfoy-esque hair. Perhaps if I just told everybody that I was a Muggle-born witch, it'd be easiest like that. Of course, it would also be more difficult to keep low on the radar. If I took classes, I'd still be a complete and utter know-it-all with alacrity as my middle name.

It certainly wouldn't gain me any friends who could keep me safe. More like enemies who could easily kill me.

"Miss Granger? We need to come up with a suitable story," Dumbledore spoke, pulling me away from my thoughts.

"I believe that I should just keep my head low and try to fit in as easily as possible. My story... I suppose I'll just figure something out as I go along. I'm not very sure what I'll say yet."

He seemed to ponder my words for a while before nodding in agreement.

"Yes, yes, that'll work fine. Just be sure, Miss Granger, not to say or do anything that could alter the future. I'm sure you already know how dangerous that could end up being," he told me. I nodded.

"Of course, sir, I understand."

With that said, he dismissed me after giving me a time table that I'm most certain he thought up while I was thinking about a background story.

Before I left, I caught him whispering to himself, 'let's hope she helps save him.'

Normally, Dumbledore talking to his self wouldn't bother me at all. It's just what he said. It made no sense at all.

I felt more confused than ever, but quickly shook off the feeling. I had more important things to deal with.

"Hello! I hope you're feeling better! I was so worried when James and I found you just lying outside of Slughorn's classroom. I was on my night rounds, you see, and I found James just messing around, the little fiend! Anyways, I was taking him back to his quarters and-" she abruptly stopped talking and grinned sheepishly.

"I'm, uh, boring you aren't I?" She asked. I shook my head no. It was so hard to stop mentally calling her Ginny. They just looked so much like each other!

"No, I was just thinking about how much you remind me of one of my friends, Ginny," I told her, smiling wistfully. If only I hadn't stolen from Minerva's office….

Lily was quiet for a second before a look of recognition shone in her eyes.

"Is that why you called me Ginny and James Harry?" she asked curiously. I felt a pang in my chest. Harry…. He'd wanted to know his parents for so long, and here I was, talking to his mother. The one to be killed by Voldemort within two years.

"Um yes, that's why. I was pretty out of it," I said, smiling. Lily grinned and linked her arm with mine, dragging me along with her.

"Where are we going?" I asked her as we climbed the ever-moving staircase.

"We're going to my Head Girl quarters. Dumbledore told me that you'd be living with me for a while.

I felt shocked. How did Dumbledore notify her so quickly? We were both silent for the walk to her room.

"T.S Elliot's Wasteland," Lily whispered loud enough for me to hear. My eyebrows rose. Of course! Lily was a Muggle-born like me. I suppose we weren't so different after all, save for the physical appearances. When I walked in, I smiled softly. It looked so much like my quarters back in the future. I was feeling nostalgic almost.

If only….

"Okay, so here is the bathroom, password's Mickey Mouse. Here's the complimentary second bed, and you are going to go to Hogsmeade and get you new clothes. Dumbledore told me to give you this, " so said, handing me a big sack that was filled with Galleons and sickles. I think there were a few Knuts, too.

I was flabbergasted. Why would Dumbledore give me all of this? Not that I wasn't grateful, but it's too much My face turned red and I took the bag and placed it on the nightstand beside my bed.

"We should probably go to sleep. It's late and we have a long day tomorrow," Lily told me, yawning. "You can borrow my pyjamas tonight, 'kay?"

"Alright. Thanks Lily," I said, accepting the clothes and smiling. She handed me a pair of what looked to be yoga pants and a t-shirt. I walked into the bathroom and changed. I took a couple of deep breaths. I wish I could be as pretty as Lily….

I shook my head to empty the thought from my head.

I need sleep, I thought, I've never felt any sort of jealousy from looks…. I must be tired.

Walking into our room, I collapsed on the bed.

"Goodnight Hermione," Lily said from her spot under the covers.

"Goodnight. See you next morning," I answered, my voice filled with fatigue. I couldn't sleep now, for I had too much to think about.

This would be a long night.

"Wake up! We're leaving in thirty minutes," Lily shouted, shaking my shoulder. I mumbled and slowly got up, rubbing my head. Everything was aching and my head was pounding. Perhaps it was from the little sleep I managed to get and from my little time travel incident.

I mumbled and slowly got up, rubbing my head. I needed to get dressed, though. I pulled out my wand and transfigured my old clothes to a black pencil skirt, a white, short-sleeved blouse, and changed my Mary Janes into black ballet flats. Lily's eyes widened slightly as I grabbed the bag of coins Dumbledore gave me.

"Whoa, I didn't know you were so good at Transfiguration!"

I blushed and shrugged. No longer was I an arrogant swot.

"It's nothing, really," I told her, trying to act nonchalant. I picked up the clothes and walked into the bathroom to change. When I got out, Lily was already wearing a sundress. It was green with a brown belt around the waist. She had little white sandals on and her toenails were painted light pink with the polish flaked off on some.

"Ready to go?" She asked, linking her arm through mine and dragging me out of our room and into the Great Hall where all the kids were lining up, getting ready to leave. When we entered, everyone went quiet. I panicked.

Were my clothes on backwards?

Were my knickers showing?

Was my hair a bushy mess?

"Calm down, Hermione. They just don't know who you are," Lily whispered. I forced my breathing back down to normal, hard as it was, since everyone still deemed it necessary to continue staring at me.

Lily and I lined up with the other Gryffindors and we all left for Hogsmeade. When we arrived, I could immediately tell the difference between this Hogsmeade and the one twenty years in the future. There were more clothing stores, Honeyduke's wasn't as popular, Fortescue's had barely any business, and everyone made sure to steer clear of the pathway to Knockturn Alley. Lily turned to face me.

"So! What do you want to do first?" She asked me, her eyes shining brightly.

"Um, where's a good place to get clothes?" I asked her uncertainly.

"There's always Madam Malkin's, so we should go there first to get you a couple of school robes, winter robes, and light robes. There's this amazing store run by a Muggle-born witch. The place is called Soliel. Most of the clothes and accessories there are Muggle-based. Do you want to hit Malkin's first and then Soliel?"

If only Soliel was there when I was in school…

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan," I grinned. She began walking in the direction of Madam Malkin's.

"Do you have your money?" She asked, ready to turn back around to go get it if I had forgotten it, although it was unnecessary.

"Yep. Do you?"

"Of course," she told me.

Upon entering the store, Madam Malkin immediately flocked over to us and magically measured both of us.

"Alright, Miss Evans, 64 inches tall, 30 inches around the waist, 32 inches around the bust, and 14 inches around the neck. Would you like your usual?" Madam Malkin asked Lily.

"Yes," she answered, nodding her head.

"Will do." She then turned to me. "Who are you, dearie?"

"My name is Hermione Granger, ma'am," I responded.

"Miss Granger, 61 inches tall, 28 inches around the waist, 32 inches around the bust, and 12 inches around the neck. What would you like?"

"Three sets of school robes, two sets of winter cloaks, and two pairs of light robes," I answered. She nodded and soon came out with five bags, two for Lily, three for me.

"Here you are," she exclaimed, handing us our orders. We took them and left after saying goodbye. On our way to Soliel, I wasn't looking where I was going and crashed into a tall, dark figure. I looked up and inwardly gasped.

Standing before me was Professor Snape in the flesh. Only, this time, he was 20 years younger. He sneered at me with an expression I was quite familiar with before grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. His body was still thin, but he was obviously strong. He felt so… lean and muscled. He was… just amazing- his body, not his personality, obviously. He bent down and grabbed my bags, shoving them into my hands.

"Watch where you're going, new girl," he snarled before stalking away. I turned to Lily in shock. She looked just as stunned as I felt, only, for a much different reason.

"Oh my god! He just helped you off of the ground! And he picked up your bags for you!"

I was a bit startled. Did she not hear what Snape said to me? Did she not see how rude he was?

"Lily, he yanked me off of the ground and shoved the bags into my hands," I nearly shouted, waving my hands in the air to emphasize my point. Instead of assuring me that I wasn't going to die, Lily dragged me to Soleil while shrinking our purchases.

I couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching me….

I can't believe Lily persuaded me to buy those clothes. I got a green and black cashmere sweater, at least 14 pairs of pants, five belts, two green skirts, one black shirt, one white and grey checked skirt, four jackets, and a bunch of shirts. To top it all off, she forced me to buy tons of lacy underwear! And bras! I suppose the sleepwear is better, but not by far. All it is is a few nightgowns and cami+short sets. I am never shopping with Lily again. All of the clothes I have are very un-conservative!

Sighing, I flopped down on my four-poster bed, awaiting Lily's return. She was visiting James and his friends. She asked repeatedly for me to go with her, but I told her that I was plagued with fatigue. In actuality, I really just didn't want to run into him, both figuratively and literally.

After all, I don't need to start feeling him up again.

I groaned to myself. I really need to make a quick trip to the library; there wasn't a single book in Lily's quarters that I haven't already read at least twice.

Getting up, I practically dragged myself to the library. Shopping made me very exhausted.

It was very quiet in my sanctuary. I suppose many of the students still didn't enjoy stimulating their minds. Oh well. Peace and quiet only made perusing the book shelves even better, for I had no desire to listen to other students' inane whining about not wanting to do their work.

Stepping into the library, I inhaled deeply and smiled. It's been such a long time….

I quickly sauntered over to my favoured area, but soon found it occupied by someone even worse than Snape: Pure-Blooded, Fascist, Son-of-a- Bitch, Lucius Malfoy. When I entered and saw him, I quickly attempted to evade him; however, he easily saw me, as it was evident by his smirk.

"Well, if it isn't little miss new girl," he sneered, putting his book down and walking towards me. "You're a pretty hot topic, love, did you know that?"

I took as many steps away from him as he took toward me. Eventually, I could only feel the library's stone walls against my back. Stunned, I froze up and cursed myself for not grabbing my wand. What if he hit me? What if he cursed me? What if he killed me? I was shaking like a leaf on a particularly windy day, but I refused to show fear. Hell, I've been fighting men like him all my life. There was truly nothing about him that should have scared me. Instead of cursing, killing, or striking me, he did something entirely unexpected and unwanted.

He kissed me. I was in shock for what seemed to be a century, but I quickly and forcefully broke out of my comatose state and fought back with every ounce, every molecule of will power in me. He would not do this. Now on my watch. I refused to sink down to the level of the usual filthy, third-class whores who seemed to occupy Malfoy 24/7. I would fight him until he decided to stop molesting my person.

His lips immediately stopped on mine, but before I could feel relief, he shoved me against the wall, causing me to hit my head on stone. I gasped in pain, although Malfoy took it for pleasure.

"You like it rough? Why didn't you just say so?" he grinned.

My mind was racing my heart beating swiftly. Not only was I terrified out of my mind, but my muscles were sore from fighting.

"What the-"

All of a sudden, Malfoy's body weight was pulled away from me, and shoved to the ground. I just sat on the ground, staring blankly at his prone form, but say nothing; I am too shocked to do so. I slowly avert my gaze to my saviour. The first thing I see is a pair of black, dragon-hide boots. Similar to the ones on-

"Are you just going to continue staring at the floor like an imbecile, or are you going to thank me?" Severus's voice haughtily chimed in the silence, causing me to roll my eyes. Bowing dramatically, I theatrically said,

"Oh thank you, my dark knight! Without you, I would have been in much distress!"

Chuckling, I began to walk away until I heard Severus's voice behind me,

"He was going to rape you. He usually gets every pretty new girl to spread their legs eventually, and you're no exception," he sneered. I gasped. How dare he accuse me of being a whore! Then I remembered what he just said, and I smiled.

"So, you think I'm pretty?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. He immediately dropped his smug look and grimaced.

"I meant only that Lucius thinks you're pretty. The only type of girls whom he thinks are pretty are low-class hookers," he snarled at me. My eyes widened. This is the second time he's insinuated that I'm a worthless slag.

"Well then, if that's how you truly feel," I began, refusing to allow him to see how affected I was, "then we're done here. Good-bye," I said, turning around and walking in the other direction. "Snape."

"Granger."

"Piss off," I muttered. Of course, he heard me and had to have a comeback.

"Bite me."

I grinned before turning it into a Slytherin-esque smirk and turned around. I seemed to catch him off guard.

"Anytime."