CHAPTER 2

Hermione kept her eyes closed, though she had been awake for a few moments now. It was strange how content she was, even though she really couldn't remember going to bed the previous night.

Two strong hands that had been around her waist jerked away. Hermione almost groaned, she didn't want them to leave. Her common sense was utterly confused, for those hands had seemed strange yet familiar at the same time. wow, I am tired, Hermione thought. Must've been a late night last night.

A hand tapped her on the shoulder

"Wake up, wake up..." A voice said softly. Hermione didn't want to get up. She buried her face deeper into the pillow. The taps on her shoulder were harder now, almost frantic.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GRANGER, WAKE UP!"

She KNEW that voice. Hermione jerked upright, so fast the room spun around her for an instant.

And there he was, in the flesh, shirtless in the bed beside her.

Draco Malfoy.

Hermione screamed and jumped out of the bed, pulling the covers around her.

"What do you think you are doing here, Malfoy?"

" I could ask YOU the same thing!" They both glanced around at the area around them.

"This is MY room!" Hermione and Malfoy shouted simultaneously. Malfoy sent her an absolutely confused look and Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed.

"What's going on?" She asked as calmly as she could. "Why do you look so old?"

Malfoy looked briefly offended, but he quickly regained his cool composure. How could he be so calm at a time like this?

"I'm not OLD." He scoffed. "But I think WE'RE oldER."

There was an awkward silence.

"Ok, just because we're older doesn't explain why we're sharing a room." Hermione dared to say what they both were thinking.

"Don't remind me, you filthy little mud blood." Malfoy seethed, turning and walking out the bedroom door.

Hermione felt lost, she didn't know what to do.

Malfoy took one look around the hallway and froze.

"Granger," he gasped. "GRANGER." Hermione scrambled to her feet.

"What is it?"

"It... It's the Manor. We're in Malfoy Manor." He turned to her and almost smiled.

"This used to be the biggest spare room! We must have painted it red!"

Malfoy started to run down the hallway, and Hermione followed, lugging the covers with her.

"And this was my parents old room, thank god I don't sleep in there, it would creep me out... And my old room..." Hermione peered into Malfoy's childhood room. It was just as she thought it would be. Everything a child could want was there. He really had been a spoiled little boy.

"I knew father would leave me the manor..." At that moment Malfoy seemed to remember Hermione was there. He rounded on her.

"But why are YOU here? This is MALFOY manor!"

"It's my house, too!" Hermione defended her instincts.

"Oh, really? And how is that so, Granger?"

Hermione decided to be honest. "I'm not really sure... When I woke up this morning it just felt normal, you know?" Then she remembered Malfoy's hands around her waist that morning and was disgusted.

"Wanted me that badly, huh, Granger?" Snorted Malfoy.

"No!"

Malfoy laughed.

"Listen, I don't know how I know this place, the last thing I remember is drinking Snape's potion- oh."

Malfoy grabbed her by the wrist.

"You know what was in that potion, know-it-all?" Hermione yanked her arm away.

"No idea." She spat, turning away. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Malfoy groaned in frustration. "It's the fifth door on the-"

"I know, Malfoy. I know." She called over her shoulder.

The bathroom was magnificent. It was also connected to the closet, which was connected to the bedroom. On the left side of the closet Hermione had a fabulous wardrobe. She decided on an outfit and before she left, Hermione sifted through Malfoy's shirts. Almost all of them were button up shirts. He always had such good taste in clothing, everything looked very preppy and perfect. Spoiled little rich brat. She ripped a shirt off the hanger for good measure.

In the bathroom it looked like Hermione had made herself quite at home. Her favorite lipstick was mixed in with Malfoy's razor, and the scent of her perfume blended in with the smell of his cologne.

A drawer was stuffed with makeup, much more than Hermione had ever had at Hogwarts. She picked some to experiment with and even though she had never used some of it before, she easily applied it like it was routine. How odd...

As Hermione got ready she thought about what that potion could have been. Was this just a halluctionation? Had they been brought into the future?

A question in her mind, Hermione went to find Malfoy and inquire what he thought about it.

"Hey, Malfoy, what do you think happened to all the other students in the potions class? Where did they-"

"Will you shut up?" He snapped. Malfoy was staring at a frame on the wall, clearly in a state of shock.

"I was trying to figure out what's happening, you ass..." Hermione muttered, letting out a humph sound.

"Mother..." Hermione could barely hear him say it, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"Malfoy, I'm not your mother-" Hermione stopped short when she saw what Malfoy was looking at. It was a picture of his mother around a rosy wreath wi the words REST IN PEACE written in scrawling gold lettering.

"Oh..." Hermione didn't know what to do. She felt sorry for him, but she wasn't about to comfort him. I mean, it was MALFOY.

"I don't know why Snape is doing this to me, but he'll pay." Said Malfoy.

He started looking around at other pictures on the walls, strolling down the hall. For some reason looking at the words NARCISSA MALFOY, LOVING WIFE AND MOTHER really bothered her. As horrible as Malfoy's father was, his mother loved him, and Malfoy loved his mother.

Her thoughts were interrupted, though.

"Granger. Get. Over. Here. NOW." Malloy called from around a bend. He actually sounded serious, so Hermione rushed over. Hermione's jaw dropped to the floor, and she was sure her face looked just as astonished as Malfoy's after he pointed a shaky finger at the picture.

Staring Hermione in the face was her own wedding day.