There has always been fanfics where Hermione gets transported back in time to the Marauders era, or Harry does, or whatever. I thought it would be a good idea for the entire Golden Trio to go back in time, and seeing that little to no fanfics had been written around this idea, I decided to write one myself. Unfortunately I am unable to write seriously. Deal with it.

"Umbridge is coming." Hissed Ron as he shoved Harry back against the wall. The woman in question prowled around the corner, glancing suspiciously at the trio before turning on her heel to yell at a young couple snogging on a nearby bench.

Hermione let out a deep breath and Ron turned towards Harry, eyes aflame. "Bloody hell, Harry! She could have heard you, and then where would the D.A. be? WHERE THE BLOODY HELL WOULD IT BE?"

Harry squirmed uncomfortably, glancing at Hermione for support. "Ron, don't be too harsh," Hermione begged, catching Harry's unspoken plea of help. "He didn't mean to. And he'll be more careful next time, won't you, Harry?"

"Of course, 'Mione," Chipped in Harry immediately, raising his arm in a sort of mocking sort of way. Ron looked unconvinced. "Look guys, forget about the Toad and let's get to Potions. Supposedly a Hufflepuff first year was stupid enough to ask about his greasy hair, so he'll be in an extra bad mood and keen to take away our precious red and gold points."

"Fine." Ron took the first step towards the dungeons, and they walked swiftly, their hope of not being late disappearing with every corridor they walked in that didn't have their classmates walking in either.

"Oh god, we're late. We're late!" Hermione started to hyperventilate, and Ron reached out to sort of awkwardly hold her hand. They continued like that all the way up to the entrance to Snape's office, where Hermione dropped her books and something shiny fell out of her pocket.

Ron bent down, breaking their hand clasp, to examine what had fallen. "Are you still taking extra courses?" He asked curiously as he gazed at the time turner. Hermione, like Harry minutes before, squirmed uncomfortably and Ron answered his own question. "No, that couldn't be right, you would have told us!" He looked up at her, hurt in his eyes. "Wouldn't you?"

"It's not for extra classes," answered Hermione quickly. "I-I…" She seemed ashamed of what she was about to say, and not looking at either of them, she continued. "Professor McGonagall told me few days ago that the Ministry demanded the time turner back because of their budget cuts, and when she asked for it, I said…I said…"

"Said what?"

Tears were falling down Hermione's cheeks. "I SAID THAT I HAD LOST IT!"

Ron and Harry looked at her for a few seconds, hoping Snape hadn't heard her outburst. "So?" They said in unison.

"So?" Hermione repeated, wiping her eyes. "So I lied! I've all but stolen it! Why? BECAUSE I LIKE HAVING THINGS THAT OTHERS DON'T HAVE!"

Harry tapped his chin, thinking of his invisibility cloak. "I can understand that." He nodded, agreeing with himself. Ron, being poor, could only gaze at the time turner in his hand and feel bad about having no money. "Anyway…" Harry broke the silence, nudging Hermione gently on the shoulder. The action earned a small smile. "It's no big deal, 'Mione. We all have our kleptomaniac ways. Just make sure you always have it on you so the Ministry doesn't come in and snoop through your things."

"That's what I've been doing-"

Her sentence was cut short by the bang of the door being opened harshly. Ron shoved the time turner behind his back, whipping his head around. There, in the door frame, stood Snape, a scowl forever curved into his pale face. "What do we have here?"

"Three students, sir."

"Thirty points from Gryffindor for your smart mouth, Potter. Stacked on the ten taken off of each of you for being late, that makes a heart sixty, does it not?"

"Wow, sir, you can do math."

Snape paled even more at the blatant disrespect, and his black eyes darkened, a look of rage and fury etched into his features. "Another fifty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter, and a detention with me Friday, at seven o'clock."

"But sir," Harry looked bewildered, turning to look at Ron and Hermione, the latter of which mouthing "don't." Harry ignored her. "I believe that's the time I put down to snog your mother."

Something inside of Snape broke at the childish insult, and he started to scream at the three of them, much to the delight and interest of the Slytherins in the classroom.

"YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS HAVE JUST EARNED A FIVE HUNDRED POINT LOSS TO GRYFFINDOR AND A DETENTION EVERY WEEK FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR FOR YOUR BLATANT DISRESPECT. DUMBLEDORE WILL BE INFORMED OF YOUR TOM FOOLERY AND LACK OF RESPECT IMMEDIATELY, AND NO DOUBT YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM YOUR GUARDIANS YOU TRIO OF UNEDUCATED, UNIMPORTANT MISCREANTS…"

"Oh god," Hermione whispered over the yelling. "You broke Snape."

Ron, however, backed into the corner and was fiddling with something urgently in his hands. "Ronald! What are you doing?" As Snape continued to yell, Hermione approached Ron and gasped in horror, slapping the time turner out of his hands. He caught it in mid-air and continued his frantic movements. "Stop it! You're going to send yourself back in time! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING?"

Snape continued to drone on, and Ron looked at him swiftly before talking to Hermione. "Can't take it, he's going to kill us, have to get out of here…"

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm. "Look what you've caused! Make him stop!"

Harry walked up to his best friend, Snape still yelling, and tugged at Ron's sleeve. "Ron, Hermione can't transfigure it or make it disappear or anything unless you let go." Ron kept turning, and Harry looked over at Hermione. "It's not going to work, persuading him!"

Hermione and Harry, having nothing else to do, both grabbed at the time turner at the same time, and as the last turn clicked in to place, the world seemed to stop, and everything started to move in reverse.