A/N I'm very very sorry for updating so late, I promise that the following chapters will be up faster. I changed the first and second chapter a bit so that the content would be more logical, but no major changes. So I hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the original Harry Potter story, sadly. They're JK Rowlings'.

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When I woke up it was in the middle of the night and I really had to go to the toilet, so I tried to sit up. Surprisingly it didn't cause any headache or dizziness like the last time, so I pulled back the blanket. I was wearing comfortable cotton shorts and a top. I felt my head and the bandage was gone.

When I got up, I was slightly unsteady at first, but when I took a few steps I felt better. Looking at my surroundings, I decided to first try the double doors at the end of the room and slipped out quietly. I found myself in a hallway with stairs leading up and down.

The corridor down the stairway seemed darker so I climbed up to the next passage. It felt slightly familiar but in a weird way and something told me to turn right, landing me somewhere totally unimaginable. There were stairs everywhere; in front of me, above, below. And the weirdest thing: they were moving. Okay, moving stairs, no biggie.

I turned around and that's when I noticed somebody was observing me.

"Granger, I didn't take you for somebody to try to escape from the hospital wing." The boy smirked at me.

"Who are you? Are you one of my friends?"

"Stop joking, Granger. What are you doing here staring off into space anyway?"

"I wasn't joking. I was just looking for a bathroom."

At this he looked really startled. "But the bathrooms are in the opposite direction, you of all people should know that."

"Thanks, whatever-your-name-is." I smile at him and walk past him, leaving him behind in a very confused state.

He's pretty handsome, I hope we meet again.

One entire bathroom wall was a mirror. I hesitantly walked over to it and what I saw was so strange and at the same time so wonderful. It was like I had skipped a few years -well technically my mind had, but that's just an insignificant detail at such a moment.

I was so tall in comparison to my child self. My features had changed a lot too, I looked more mature, more feminine. My hair had grown longer, it now reached under my breasts. My breasts! I had breasts, and not very small ones at that... I groaned. I didn't even know what to do with breasts. My teeth were shorter too than I remembered, it looked kind of good.

I waved at myself to make sure it was really me and then proceeded to looking myself up and down, trying to find changes, but also parts that had stayed the same. In a daze I finally went back to the hospital wing.

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I was awakened again by a woman shaking me. It was Madam Pomfrey.

"Hermione, child, are you awake?" I nod. "You need to take a shower before we take you to Professor Dumbledore." I nod again and get out of bed.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Better, I went to the toilet last night so I walked around a bit."

"Oh good, but you could have woken me up."

"Sorry, I didn't want to bother you."

"Well, now follow me."

She led me to her office and then through another door. "Do you need any help?"

"No thanks, I'll be fine."

I found myself in a simple but large bathroom with a bath, a toilet and a basin with a mirror. I turned the taps and hot water streamed out as I took off my clothes. When I turned around, I gasped. In the mirror I could see the body that had been hidden partially last night and it was so... Mature. I had big round breasts with pink nipples and a little line of hair on my vagina. It was so weird that I immediately turned back around and got in the bathtub.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth. I shot up when somebody knocked on the door. "Yes?"

"Are you almost done? We have to leave in 10 minutes. Your uniform is in the cupboard beneath the sink."

"I quickly got out and dried myself. After that I took out the clothes. The uniform consisted of a skirt, blouse, red and gold striped tie, charcoal grey jumper, black tights and shoes, and some sort of a robe-like cardigan with an emblem of a red-and-gold lion. There was also a badge with a golden P on it. I decided not to pin that up and ask about it later so I put it in a pocket.

When I came out of the bathroom, Madam Pomfrey immediately stood up and told me to follow her quickly.

"Hey look, isn't that Hermione?" "Hermione Granger!" "Hey Hermione." All around me I heard my name. How did all these people know me? Did I use to know them?

Before long we reached a door with stone gargoyles on both sides. They were opening their mouths. "Password?"

"Lemondrops," said Madam Pomfrey and the door opened to a winding staircase, quite literally as I was about to find out. As soon as we stepped on it, it started moving and I let out a little yelp.

It stopped when we were in front of a door. "Come in," a voice inside the room called out.

We walked into a beautiful large room with bookcases lining the wall and the most shiny, weird objects were on the shelves, moving of their own accord. In the middle of the room was a large mahogany desk and behind it was the elderly man I had seen yesterday. However the most interesting in the room was the boy I had seen in the corridor last night, sitting in front of the desk with his eyes fixed on me in a mixture of anger and confusion.

"Hey, I'm Hermione, but you already know me I believe. What's your name?" I offered my hand.

He didn't take it and just looked stunned. "This is Draco Malfoy, Hermione." Dumbledore said.

"So you're the guy I bumped into?"

"Yes I am."

"Oh, I'm very sorry!"

"Well, Hermione, have a seat. And you too Poppy."

After we sat down, Dumbledore spoke. "I believe we have a bit of a problem on our hands. Miss Granger doesn't remember anything and since it is unclear whose fault it is, I suggest Mister Malfoy here will help her around the school and with any other problems she may encounter in the next few weeks."

"Wait, you're setting me up with Granger, who is now stupid as well as non-magical?"

"We talked about this Draco and I believe it is a good experience for the both of you. So, Hermione, do you approve of Draco being your teacher and guide for as long as you need one?"

"I don't mind." More like, I'd love to, despite the fact that he had just called me stupid.

"But wouldn't you much rather have the Weasel or scarhead help you out for a change?"

"Who are they?"

"See, Draco, this is why it's best for you to take her on. I don't think Mister Weasley or Mister Potter would be able to handle this situation."

"Wow, well no wonder she doesn't remember those two, they're complete dimwits." He said with a smirk that made his face look even more handsome.

"I used to be friends with 'dimwits'?"

"Oh yes, they are the masters of stupid and kings at making useless remarks, honestly I don't even know why you were friends with them in the first place." I chuckled and he looked at me weirdly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"So I guess that's settled then." Professor Dumbledore said hastily, wanting to get the problem off his hands as soon as possible. "You may go."

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A/N Hope you liked it! Criticism is welcome as long as it's constructive so criticize all you want, it would help me greatly :)

Love,

Nicky^.-