Disclaimer: I don't really see the point in these disclaimer things but I don't want to be sued so I would just like to say that I don't own any of the Harry potter characters, they all belong to JK Rowling…x

A/N – this is my third story! Yay! I haven't actually completed the others yet so technically y'know, but I will and I love the marauders sooo much! And I really couldn't concentrate without writing this one:) Hope you like it! This chapter should be loooooong! Don't forget to review! .

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Hermione rubbed her eyes tiredly as she flopped back onto a chair in the heads common room, which unfortunately she had to share with Malfoy. Thankfully he wasn't there at the moment, giving Hermione some quiet time have a rest. That day she had had double potions, transfiguration, history of magic, defence against the dark arts, ancient runes, muggle studies, astronomy AND arithmancy. How, you might wonder, had she had all these lessons in one day? She had used a timeturner.

She had convinced professor McGonagall that she could be trusted with one in third year (even though she used it to help an escaped convict and an apparent 'killer' hippogriff) and convincing her that she could be trusted with one this year wasn't so difficult. With so many new lessons on offer she simply couldn't stand not taking them all! Except divination, which she found out in third year, was complete and utter rubbish.

She yanked her timeturner off her neck and put it down on the couch next to her. She leant forwards, put her head in her upturned palms and rested her eyes. She didn't know how long she sat like that but it was not nearly long enough, as before she felt anywhere near fully rested, she heard the portrait door slam open and in walked Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Head Boy. Hermione groaned.

"Bye Drakie!" squeeled the annoying voice of Pansy Parkinson, but Draco didn't even bother to reply and slammed the portrait door in her face. Hermione groaned again, the slamming of the portrait didn't help the headache that was coming on between her eyes.

Malfoy had noticed her reaction. "Pleased to see you too Granger." He said sarcastically.

"Could you try being just a little bit considerate?" her muffled voice asked from the couch.

"Nope." Said Malfoy carelessly

"This is my common room too you know." The girl stated, still not taking her head from its resting position.

"So?" Malfoy retorted from somewhere behind her

"So be a bit less bloody selfish." She said huffily

"Me selfish? You're the one with your crap spread all across our common room. Now move your bloody stuff so I can sit down somewhere." He said in an annoyingly superior tone.

"You move it." She replied grumpily

"Why should I move it? Its your stuff."

"But you want to sit down. And therefore should move whatever's in your way."

"But it's your stuff that's in my way."

"So?" Hermione said grouchily, her head still in her hands.

"Your impossible." He said, carelessly throwing her school bag out of a chair so he could sit in it, but it was heavier than he first thought. "Bloody hell Granger, how many books d'you want?" The bag landed with a thud somewhere near Hermione's feet.

"How many books do I want? I want a lot of books. How many books are in there? About eight or nine."

"Eight or nine? I'm surprised you can even carry that." He scoffed as he sat back in his chair, putting his feet on the coffee table in front of him.

With this, Hermione's head snapped up. "What's that supposed to mean?" She demanded.

"All I was saying was it's heavy." He said, smirking at her angry reaction.

"And your saying that I can't carry it?" she glared at him. "Just because I'm a girl, doesn't mean that I can't be just as strong if not stronger than you are. You are so ignorant. As well as being racist against muggleborns you are sexist as well. I cannot believe that one person can be so –" She ranted before she was cut off.

"Yeah, whatever Granger. So what's wrong? Weasel dump you?"

"I'm not going out with Ron, Malfoy." She said for what felt like the hundredth time.

" Sure. It couldn't possibly be Potter, could it?" She glared at him, and he laughed evilly. "It is Potter! I knew it!"

"No! Not ever…ever, ever." She said slumping back onto the couch

"Whatever you say. So what's with the mood? Got a B on a test?" He said casually.

"No I did not get a B on a test. Nor did Harry or Ronald dump me, or go out with me for that matter and before you ask no that is not why I am in a mood, not that it is any of you business anyway." She snapped.

Malfoy just laughed.

"I'm going to the bathroom." The brown haired girl announced, standing up.

"Thanks for sharing." The blonde boy sneered.

"My pleasure." Hermione said sweetly, walking between Malfoy and the table deliberately to knock his legs of it.

"Try and have some grace, Granger." Draco shouted as she walked to the bathroom, propping his legs back on the table as he heard the bathroom door slam. He was just getting comfy when he heard a knock on the door. Groaning slightly, he dragged himself out of his chair, smoothed down his robes and opened the portrait, only to see the faces of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Ugh, I got up for this?

"Oh its you." Malfoy sneered.

"Surprisingly," Harry spat sarcastically "We didn't come here to see you. Now move." But Draco stood deliberately in their way, blocking the portrait hole.

"So," the Slytherin said in a mock-interested voice "who did you come to see?"

"Hermione. How thick are you?" Ron said, angry that Draco was in their way.

"Not quite as thick as you are, Weasel-Bee." Malfoy quietly, but spitefully. Ron's ears went as red as his hair.

"Shut up, Malfoy, and MOVE." Said Harry, raising his voice a little more with each word.

"Why?" The blonde boy asked in a mockingly innocent voice, leaning against the side of the portrait hole but still blocking their way.

"So we can talk to Hermione." Both Gryffindor's said loudly

"She isn't even here." Malfoy lied. Just to piss them off.

Harry and Ron both looked a bit confused, "She is here. She told us she was going to come here." Ron said defensively.

"Well she's not here. Go check the bloody library." And with that he slammed the portrait in their faces. He smirked to himself as he walked back over to his chair, sat down and propped his feet back on the table. Just in time for Hermione to come out of the bathroom.

"Who was that?" she asked looking around, expecting to see someone.

"Who was what?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"I…I heard voices." She said, frowning as she looked around to see no one was there.

"Hearing voices Granger? That's not a good sign." The Slytherin smirked as she scowled at him.

"Shut up." She looked around once more and then flopped onto the other chair that was opposite Malfoy's, got out her parchment and History of Magic book and started to write her essay for Professor Binns. She sat like that, her quill scratching away for about half an hour, not looking up from her parchment except to look at her book. She didn't notice Malfoy was sitting there watching her. He was amused by the amount of interest someone could have in a subject that was so…boring.

The Slytherin drummed his fingers idly on his knees. Hermione looked up, her hand still holding the quill that was hovering above the parchment. "What are you doing?" She said. Malfoy's 'noisemaking', however quiet it was, was distracting her from her very important essay.

Malfoy looked at her, he didn't know what she was talking about. He wasn't doing anything, and told her so. "Nothing."

"Well could you please do 'nothing' a bit quieter?" She hissed. "Because one of us is trying to do her homework."

"I wonder which one." He retorted dryly. "And I am not making any noise."

"You are Malfoy, you are making unnecessary noise and I am trying to concentrate!" she said, frustrated, not so much with Malfoy but with the amount of work she had to get done. But there was no harm in taking it out on him.

"First hearing voices and now you're hearing noises, I think all that work is getting to you Granger." He said, unconcernedly.

She scowled at him. "You were making noise," she said firmly "you were going like this." she put her quill down on the chair arm and drummed her fingers on her knees.

"You are being ridiculous. How could you possibly have heard me do that?" He said, slightly annoyed. "I couldn't even hear me doing that."

"Well either you are deaf, or I have an amazing sense of hearing." She snapped, picking up her quill, dipping it in her inkpot and getting back to work.

Draco rolled his eyes. Why does she have to make such a big deal out of EVERYTHING? Why do I even care? He got up and stretched, reaching the tips of his fingers towards the ceiling (which was too high for even Hagrid to touch).

At this movement Hermione looked up. She smiled slightly at the sight. Malfoy's school shirt had come up higher as he was stretching, showing the bottom of his well-toned stomach. Still smiling, she tried to focus on her work again. Some girls would think it was extremely lucky to be living with Malfoy.

"What are you smiling about Granger?" He barked. Some however, would not. She rolled her eyes

"Nothing…" She said, continuing with her essay.

"I'm bored." He moaned, more to himself than anyone else, looking idly around.

"Do something useful then." She said, without looking up.

He snorted in a very un-Malfoy like way. "You sound like my mother." Hermione looked up.

"Excuse me?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm bored, and doing something useful won't satisfy my boredom." He said, flopping, surprisingly gracefully, down on the couch.

"And since when has that been my problem?" She questioned, surprised that Malfoy was being civil.

"Since I'm stuck here with you, Granger." He sneered. Back to normal Hermione thought.

Hermione ignored him and tried to finish her essay off but she couldn't concentrate anymore. She rolled up her parchment, put the lid on the inkpot, shut her History of Magic book, and put it all, along with her quill, into her bag. She got up and put the bag, and her other books and random school stuff of her own that was lying around the room into a pile on the empty chair. She would put it away later. She sat back down and turned in her seat, swung her legs over one arm of the chair, and rested her back on the other arm.

There was an almost comfortable silence, leaving them both to their own thoughts.

Draco shifted on the couch and put his feet up at one end, leaning on the other arm.

"This couch is bloody uncomfortable." He complained, almost making Hermione fall of the chair. Malfoy shifted around a bit and pulled out a gold chain from the side of the couch. He looked at it in puzzlement. Hermione did as well until she saw the hourglass hanging from the end of the chain. She jumped up so fast you would have thought she had been electrocuted.

Crap! She thought desperately. No one is meant to know about it! Professor McGonagall is going to kill me! How, how could I have been so careless?

Draco looked at what he was holding closely, then he realised. "Its… It's a time turner!"

Hermione stayed silent. Malfoy looked up at her. She bit her lip. "Is…is it yours?" He asked

"W-what? I-I don't know what you're talking about…" She lied. Dreadfully. If he hadn't seen right through her lie like a piece of glass (which he did) then he would have definitely known by the guilty look on her face.

She might be the smartest witch in our year, Draco thought, but she is the worst liar in the world.

He stood up and pointed an accusatory finger at her, his other hand still clutching the time turner. "It's yours!" He shouted. "You're…you're not meant to have this!" He finished dramatically.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh don't be so mellow dramatic Malfoy."

His eyes flashed dangerously. She almost gulped. "So it is yours?" He said quietly

"Yes, now give it back." She said firmly, and she held out her hand for him to give her the time turner. But he didn't give it to her. "Malfoy!"

He looked at it closely, ignoring Hermione. "Where did you get it?" He asked, not looking away from it.

Can I tell him that McGonagall gave it to me? She thought desperately. Or would that get her in trouble? No, I better not. She has already risked enough for me to have this time turner. And I go and leave it on the couch. Clever.

"That is none of your business!" She hissed. He dragged his intense grey eyes away from the time turner and looked carefully at Hermione. He took two steps closer to her, and since they weren't very far apart before he moved, this made the distance between them very little.

"You could get in a lot of trouble for having this," he whispered. She looked determinedly at him. "Or…for letting me find out about it." Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, how did he know! What can I do now?

So she did the only thing she could think of. Snatched it out of his hands and ran. She jumped onto the couch and over the back, wrenched the portrait open, sprinted as fast as she could down the corridor; she knew Draco was right behind her. She flew down 5 flights of stairs, across another corridor, having absolutely no idea where she was going. She didn't have a plan but she just kept running as fast as her legs would go, she had got to the entrance hall, if she could just get outside then maybe she could lose him in the grounds. She dashed down the marble staircase, hearing his echoing footsteps close behind her. She ran to the doors and slammed into them, forcing them open. Really hurting her arm and shoulder in the process, but nevertheless opening the doors.

She sprinted across the grounds, the cold night air was refreshing but she was getting tired. How long could she keep this pace up? But she had to keep the pace up. She knew Malfoy wouldn't slow down, he had (thought she hated to admit it) a much higher stamina than her, and he was fitter than she was as he was on the Slytherin Quidditch team. She ran past the lake where she could distantly see the ripples that the great squid was making in the glass-like water. She ran past the whomping willow and could distantly see Hagrid's hut. She could go there! …But if Malfoy cast a spell… No, she couldn't put Hagrid in danger. Who knew what Malfoy was capable of? He is, after all, the son of a death eater. Though, Hermione thought, Draco didn't seem to be like that some how…he seemed a bit…different. Maybe he was different. She was thinking these thoughts as he chased her across the grounds; thinking to do God knows what to her when he finally caught up. And he would catch up. She had accepted that. But she had to try…

So she ran into the wooded area. She sprinted into the darkness, the moonlight filtering through the gaps in the trees. It was her only source of light. She ran deeper and deeper into the forest and it got darker and darker, leaping over fallen down tree trunks trying not to trip on the plant vines on the floor. She could hear the crunching of leaves that was made by Malfoy. Right behind her. She couldn't keep this up much longer. Her legs were so tired and she could hardly see a thing. It was a miracle really that she hadn't ran headfirst into a tree by now. It suddenly dawned on her where she was. The forbidden forest! It was bloody forbidden for a reason! She involuntarily shivered when she thought about the things she had heard live in here, including the story Harry and Ron had told her about the mad flesh eating giant spiders. She sure didn't want to run into them. She didn't see a way out of this. She was panting heavily and her chest was starting to hurt. She heard an all too familiar voice behind her…screaming.

She stopped running. "M-Malfoy?" Her trembling voice asked. But there was no answer. She spun around on the spot, and slowly and cautiously walked in the direction she had heard the scream. "M-Malfoy?" She repeated, shaking slightly. She carefully peered around a huge tree trunk, when something grabbed her from behind. She screamed loudly and struggled to get whatever had grabbed her off. She kicked whoever was behind her, and was let go. She whipped around to see a smirking Malfoy. He didn't look as if he had been brutally attacked by a werewolf, or ripped to shreds by a banshee.

"Malfoy!" she said. "Why did you scream?"

"To make you stop." He said, still smirking.

"You tricked me!" She screamed

"So? I'm a Slytherin, not a bloody Hufflepuff." He said, his eyes shining maliciously. "Give me the time turner."

Hermione held it tighter in her hand "No! Its mine!" She said loudly

"You sound like a bloody spoilt brat, Granger."

"That's rich coming from you! Just because you want my time turner, doesn't mean you can just take it!"

He rolled his eyes impatiently. "Your not even meant to have it." He hissed

"Neither are you!"

But Draco had had enough. He pushed her up against the nearest tree and as she gasped with shock he whispered in her ear "Your in a very vulnerable position here, Miss Granger." She struggled to push him away but it didn't work as he was stronger than she was. "Just give me the time turner and I'll leave you alone."

"No!" She continued to riggle about to try to get free of his grasp.

If I get the time turner Draco thought i can change things...I can help my father...I've got to get it.

"Give it to me!"

"No!" She squeeled.

So he tried to grab it and she tried to hold on to it. After a few seconds it started spinning madly.

"What did you do?" Hermione screamed hysterically as she watched the hourglass in the timeturner spin.

Malfoy was just about to tell her that whatever was happening wasn't his fault when everything went black...

A/N yay! Is it me or is it a bit long? I think it might be. But that's probably only because I am used to writing little chapters. Well I have the start all planned out so I will be updating it very soon! And I will finish my other stories too. Soon! Please tell me what you think. Also (and I'm not ruining the story for you because it says this in the summary :P) when the time turner brakes,

Who should go back in time?

Just Hermione?

Or Hermione and Draco?

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