Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

So this is my first try at a Harry Potter fic. I was inspired a little by 13 going on 30, but this idea has been with me for a while. Enjoy!

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"They're at it again Ginny." Hermione groaned, "I can't believe this!"

"Don't worry about it, Hermione. He's just trying to spite me… I never thought that what I said months ago would turn into this. Sorry bout that…" Ginny replied with a hint of guilt.

"It's not your fault. He really likes her. And why wouldn't he? She so much prettier than I am." Hermione sniffed.

"What?" Ginny raised an eyebrow, "Please Hermione. That skank can't hold a candle to you. Her head's just full of air. Trust me, okay? As soon as he stops being a prat, Ron will see he'd rather snog you than Lavender… For crying out loud, she's almost as bad as Phlegm!"

Hermione wiped her eyes and choked a laugh, "Thanks Ginny… I hope you're right."

Ginny was the only person Hermione had told about her feelings for Ron. Ginny seemed to think Ron was hiding feelings, .................................................................

They fought again that night in the common room, "Will you two please stop it? I'm trying to study for the Transfiguration exam! As the two of you should be doing! Ronald, we're supposed to be able to transfigure kittens into big cats in less than a week! Have you even tried the spell yet?"

"Bloody hell, Hermione," Ron said as he pulled away from Lavender, who licked her lips, arms still around Ron's neck. "Why do you care? Just run along and study, and leave me the hell alone!"

Lavender smirked, "You heard him, Granger!" Lavender kissed Ron's jaw, "He doesn't want you. I mean, who would?" she looked her up and down, "You're just a pathetic, ugly, closed-minded, know-it-all, who will be alone forever!"

Hermione stared at Lavender, "What?!"

"You heard me. With any luck you'll die off before to long. Then Ron and I can get some quiet." She twisted a strand of her hair between her fingers as she said this, "Go and stick your nose in a book, Granger. It's the only place you've got friends."

Hermione looked up at Ron, who shook his head at her, with rage in his eyes.

Hermione's eyes filled with tears and she ran from the common room, out of the Gryffindor tower completely. She didn't care that it was after hours. She didn't care that she could get into trouble, she just needed to get away!

I need to get past this… I need to get past this… I really do need to get past this.

She whimpered this to herself and passed a certain corridor three times. The third time she passed that hall, a new door started to appear. She stood in front of it, knowing quite well that it was the room of requirement. She wondered what it could possibly offer her right now though.

When the door had finished forming, Hermione stepped forward and turned the doorknob, and walked inside slowly to see what awaited her.

Inside, there was a long empty hallway, with a goblet stationed at the end. It seemed to glow unnaturally. Hermione ran to it, knowing it was there to help her. She stopped only a couple of feet from it, and was puzzled when she saw hourglasses painted in faded ink on the goblet. She was even more surprised when she saw a time turner hovering just above the goblet. There was a thick gray liquid inside the goblet that glowed ominously.

Hermione looked from side to side, then at the time turner, then back to the goblet. What was she supposed to do? Drink from the goblet? She raised it to her lips, but it hissed, and burned her at the touch. She set it back down and pondered. The hovering time turner was now humming softly…

Without thinking much into it, Hermione grabbed the time-turner and hurled it at the ground. It shattered, and the sands of time spilled everywhere. Hermione raised her wand.

I think I'm supposed to mix them…

She flicked her wand and summoned a small broom and dustpan. With a few more flicks, the broom had swept all of the sand onto the dust pan, which lay on the floor. She picked it up and stared at the time-turner sand carefully, before dumping it into the goblet. Immediately, the potion turned bright pink, and turned clockwise, quickly. After a couple of seconds, the glow faded, and the potion looked safe enough to drink.

Hermione lifted the goblet again.

I wonder how much I have to drink to get a few weeks into the future? She blinked, thinking of how her time turner worked back in third year. I turned it once for every hour… so I'll bet that's the same with this potion. I suppose I'll have to drink this entire goblet then. That should be enough.

She lifted the goblet to her lips, but hesitated. Do I really want to skip over a few weeks? I'll miss out on so much study time… But then again, I certainly don't want to watch Ron and Lavender snog each other every other minute…

With that thought, she closed her eyes and started to gulp the potion down. She lifted it, and drank greedily, until the final drop had left the goblet. She set it down and stared around the room. What happens now?

No more than a second later, the room began to spin, faster and faster. Hermione could barely see what was going on. Occasionally, she would see a student or two come into the room, but leave quickly. Soon she began to get dizzy, and could feel herself slipping away. She fell to the ground, the room still spinning at rapid speed.

Hermione opened her eyes, and propped herself up on her arms. She shook her head lightly, as it stung just a little. Then again, time traveling always did make her a bit woozy. She rubbed her head, then took a look at the room she sat in. It couldn't be the same room she had just been in. It looked as if it had been burned. The curtains were singed, and the windows, broken. The floor and walls had holes and cracks in them, and the entire place was covered in dust and burnt spots. She stood herself up and headed for the door. She was surprised to find out it didn't open when she pulled the knob.

"Alohamora!" she called in a weak voice. The door still would not budge. Hermione raised an eyebrow, "What…?" she raised her wand again, "Bombardo!" she screamed and blew a hole in the wall. Hermione looked through the hole, expecting to see students, teachers, Filch, anyone to come and investigate the noise, but she saw no one. In fact, the entire hall was empty.

"Curious…" she mumbled and stepped though the hole in the wall. She glanced around the corridor, thankful to see no one around, "At least no one saw this… Reparo." she pointed her wand at the wall and it closed back up.

Upon closer examination, she noticed that the halls of Hogwarts looked similar to the room of requirement. The entire castle seemed to be empty and charred. The floor and tables were covered with dust, and banners were ripped and burned. The portraits were empty and burned. Walls were cracked and the entire place looked as if it hadn't been occupied in years.

"What is this?"

Hermione asked aloud, not receiving an answer. It was scary to see Hogwarts like this. What could possibly have happened within a week?! She started to quicken her pace, heading for Gryffindor Tower. She wanted to see Ron and Harry. Maybe they could tell her what was going on.

She gasped when she reached the portrait hole. The Fat lady had gone, and in her place left an empty frame. Hermione stepped forward and pulled it open. The entire room was destroyed like the rest of the castle. It was deserted, and quite eerie. Hermione blinked and walked back outside the common room. A shadow moved across the hall.

"Wait!" she called and ran after the cloaked figure. When the figure didn't stop, Hermione took out her wand and yelled, "Levi Corpus!" The figure was instantly hung by their ankles and suspended in the air. Hermione rushed to their side.

"Granger. What are you doing here?"

Hermione blinked and looked up at the familiar voice. Draco Malfoy hung looking at her dumbly, but he looked so much older. At least 10 years.

"Malfoy… What… what's going on here?"

"I should be asking you that! I was sent here to sweep the castle for anybody who may be trying to resurrect Hogwarts. You, on the other hand, shouldn't be here. I though the Dark Lord had you patrolling Diagon Alley, along with Crabbe?"

Hermione shook her head, "What… are you talking about? I would never associate with Voldemort!"

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Hmph. Speak his name. That's hardly respectful to your master."

Hermione glared, "You disgust me."

He laughed, "Thought we got over that 8 years ago. Could you let me down now, Granger?"

Hermione glared and dropped her wand, then ran from there. She had to get out of the castle. What was Draco talking about? She would never do anything for Voldemort? What happened to Hogwarts? Why did Malfoy look like he was in his twenties? What happened 8 years ago?

She passed by a mirror, then paused, shocked at what she saw. She saw herself staring back at her, but she couldn't recognize herself. Her hair was straight and jaggedly cut, with dark highlights throughout. It hung past her shoulders. Her eyes seemed darker than normal, and her face had aged, but not so much. She looked to be 25 years old at the least. She looked a lot prettier, yet more terrible then before.

"Wh-what's going on here?" she breathed, touching her face with utter confusion.

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Hope you liked the first chapter. Looks like Hermione drank to much potion, and now she seems to be stuck in an unfamiliar world some 10 years later. What happened to Hogwarts? What was Malfoy talking about? What about Ron and Harry? All will be answered soon. :D

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