A/N I. LOVE. YOU. GUYS. SO. MUCH. I definitely didn't think anyone would read this, let alone give praise :'D this really means a lot, I do hope you're all really enjoying what I write! I'm a bit jumpy with the plot stillt... so I'm sorry I haven't updated this in a long time D: but shout out to those who reviewed, I love you 4 the most :) Now, on with the Edmione...

"Edmund, no! I will not allow some strange girl to stay in this castle. "

Edmund and Hermione had just arrived at the grand castle of Cair Paravel, leading her to The Two Daughters of Eve and the Son of Adam. Edmund groaned. "Peter, you cannot be serious. She is a girl, what harm can she do?" Standing beside him, Hermione smiled to herself uncomfortably, knowing damn well what she was capable with her magic.

"Let's review here," Peter started. "An unknown Telmarine suddenly shows up with no apparent cause at all into Narnia, frankly I don't think-"

"The same way ourselves did at the Professor's house," murmured Lucy. Peter, Susan, and Edmund all looked at her. Lucy gave a shrug on her throne. "What? Is it really necessary to assume the worst when we went through the same thing? Or have you all forgotten that there is a chance that she was called upon here by Aslan?"

Hermione cleared her throat, breaking the intense silence. "I'm not too aware what a telmarine or Aslan is, but I can assure you I am human. However, there is a trace of magic that runs through my veins. I am not the only one of my kind, I actually attended a school for witchcraft and wizardry in Scotland, and have been for six years-" She was cut short by the sound of Peter's sword being drawn. His eyes burned into Hermione's as he asked ever so softly, "So you're a witch?"

"Yes." Hearing this, Peter had started to walk across the room his sword held high. Lucy and Susan stood up; Edmund had pushed Hermione protectively behind him. "Peter!" Susan exclaimed, "She said Scotland, she's from Earth." Peter cocked his head and circled around Edmund to look at her again, this time without hostility.

"As this queen said, I am from Earth!" Hermione said glaringly. "I don't know where you all came from, but I grew up in London."

"London? I would have noticed you walking around," Edmund said with a grin over his shoulder. At this, Lucy rolled her eyes. "Now is not the time to flirt Edmund." He threw her a dark look.

"I grew up in London, and I was at Hogwarts (Lucy chuckled) when I arrived in your Narnia. I have no idea why I'm here, but after your Peter here has treated me so warmly, I think I'd like to go back now."

"Oh, poo. Having you here would've been an interesting treat. I would've shown you around!" Lucy said with a grin. Peter walked to his throne with a sigh and sat down.

"Okay Edmund, your strange girl said it herself. She wants to go back. Since you found her, take her there and help her return. If it seems like she can't do it today, I will allow her to remain here until she gets back," he stated rather gruffly. Edmund nodded and left the room, Hermione walking behind him with her arms crossed.

Walking back to Edmund's horse, a rather uncomfortable silence hung around them. "I'm sorry about that. Peter can be kind of demanding with his High King tile, but my sisters are rather nice most of the time."

Hermione stared at Edmund.

"You're a King? So that must mean your sisters were the queens sitting at the throne and-"

"Well-"

Hermione stopped walking and started pacing.

"Just one moment- you're all ruling an entire kingdom as young as you are-how is this even possible?!"

"Not everything is as impo-"

"Those hairy guards, I must have imagined their tails, or am I going crazy now-"

"That's Narnia for you," he chuckled.

"Who would have allowed a bunch of kids to take the crown!? I'm not even allowed to use magic in the muggle world!"

"What in the bloody hell is a muggle!?"

This finally seemed to get Hermione's full attention. She looked at Edmund, then violently shook her head. Instead of stopping to pace, Hermione only walked faster, even more so when Edmund's horse came into view. "This is an entire world, how is any of this happening? Oh, maybe this is just a dream," Hermione said to herself, paying no attention to Edmund trying to catch up to her brisk pace."- no way am in Narnia with a handsome boy, this is just my mind compensating for what Ron did-yes that's the logical thing, so all I need to do is wake myself up and-" Edmund grinned a bit too big when he heard her say "handsome", but his face became alert when he heard Ron.

"Oy, who's Ron?" But hearing the envious tone in his voice caused Edmund to cover what he just said with a sudden violent fit of coughs. He hoped Hermione was too far out to hear him.

"Huh?"

"Oh nothing."

They finally arrived and Edmund again with practiced skill hopped on the saddle first and held out his hand to a worried Hermione. "I don't think you should worry too much, stranger things have happened in Narnia," Edmund said in hopes of calming her down. "Hop on Hermione. Time to find out if this is a dream, and if you're still scared of riding horses...

"Actually, I wouldn't mind if you were still scared. Hold on to me of you still need to." Edmund gave a small smile, almost smirking as he saw her cheeks pink a little after he was finished talking. Hermione looked at his face again with the sunlight bouncing off his eyes, making it so so hard for her too look away from something so so nice to look at. Yes, Hermione thought. This is definitely a dream.

They rode once again to the lamppost, the sky now settling to a deep blue as the sun went down. Hermione gasped.

"Impossible."

The wardrobe Hermione had entered was there, right in the the middle of the clearing. Edmund was shocked to find it was the same one he entered many years before. After his horse trotted to a stop, Edmund and Hermione dismounted and she slowly opened it. Again, it was filled with fur coats and a small glint in the back. They stood there with the door ajar for a moment, knowing what this meant for Hermione.

"So…"Hermione said. She wanted to go back to her own world where everything made sense, but she wasn't so sure she could readily go back if this meant leaving Edmund. Especially him, how could anyone leave the most enticing thing to look at in the world?.

No, she thought. If all this is happening because of Ron, I'm going to have to deal with it in the real world.

"Edmund, thank you for the chivalry you showed me, but I'm afraid I have to go back to my school now." Hermione's eyes were directed at the ground. Edmund couldn't seem to look at her while she was saying goodbye and instead was watching his stallion paw at the forest ground.

"It was my pleasure Hermione. I wish we had more time." Edmund remembered Susan's goodbye to Caspian and couldn't help chuckling darkly to himself. Hermione took a big breath, got on her knees, and started an awkward crawl on the floor of the wardrobe when suddenly- she hit her head.

"What the bloody hell?" she muttered.

Now sitting on her knees, she pushed with all her might, but an invisible force kept her at bay in the middle of the fur coats. Slamming it repeatedly she gave a frustrated noise. Edmund had been watching her to make sure she was alright (of course, her backside was nice to look at too).

"Alright there?"

"Actually, I might need help. I'm not getting through."

Edmund peered inside the wardrobe saw a glowing light peeking through the coats. He crawled inside and Hermione moved to the right until he was there next to her. Edmund too had met the same force obstructing Hermione and pushed to no avail.

"Here, maybe if we push together."

Hermione could hardly concentrate with Edmund's voice tickling her ears, nevertheless she positioned her hands on the invisible force and began to push. Edmund did the same, but the instant his fingers met the invisible wall, the glint in the back turned into a burst of white light that washed over the two. A falling sensation had come over them and Hermione started screaming, holding on to Edmund as a pressure like being squeezed through a tube overcame them. Finally, they landed on a hard surface still entangled. Hermione was the first to re-position and look around; Edmund rolled on his stomach and pushed himself up.

"Damn Hermione, grabbed me a little too hard on my arm if you ask me," he said with a laugh. Shaking his hair out, he looked at the tear her fingers opened in the delicate fabric of his sleeve. It was silent for a moment as he observed the small room they were in. "Okay, this kind of thing never happens in Narnia. Is this your magic doing this?" His question was left unanswered. "Hermione?"

He looked to his left and saw her eyes and mouth open, in complete shock. Edmund followed her eyes and saw a door. "Hermione," he paused. "Do you know where we are?"

Hermione came out of her stupor and looked at Edmund. She gulped and nodded.

"We're in the Room of Requirement. At Hogwarts."