Hermione punched her pillow forcefully as she tried to get sleep to grasp her in its clutches, but it was all in vain. Sleep wasn't going to drag her off from her thoughts.

She wondered if her parents had been notified yet of her arrival back and she suspected they would be around soon. Well, she hoped they would, anyway.

She tossed, and she turned violently, angry that she couldn't get her mind to settle and stop racing so fast. She honestly wasn't sure what she was angrier about, the fact that Draco had done this to her, or the women Harry and Ron ended up with. Pansy Parkinson! Of all the people in the world, Ron chose that little Harlot. And Ginny did Harry have no other creativity or foresight in his own life that he had to shack up with his best friends' sister.

A small part of her knew that she would have probably ended up with either of the boys, so it tore at her heart to know that neither waited for her… Although she couldn't exactly blame them on that front, she was gone for many a year and they couldn't just put their entire lives on hold while hopelessly grasping onto the fact that perhaps one day she would appear.

After hours of tossing and turning and sleep evading her, she rose with the sun as it peeked over the dazzling grounds of Hogwarts, bathing the room in a soft warm golden glow and she stretched her hands above her head to the melodic sounds of each vertebrae popping gently back into place.

She was so confused; would she be considered a student on Hogwarts still or would they consider her an adult at the age she was supposed to be? How would the ministry even determine this? As far as she knew this was a unique and isolated case never once before seen in the magical world in Great Britain and Abroad.

She sighed frustrated and began to pace backwards and forwards, one foot in front of the other as she tried to think but it as almost impossible. This was making her head hurt.

o-o-o-o-o

"What happened to Granger's portrait?" Draco asked, breathless as he stumbled up to the head table in the hall early the next morning after Hermione had manifested almost out of nowhere. Worry etched int every line in his face, long shoulder length blonde hair and chiselled angular features had him looking more like his father every single day.

Severus leaned coolly back in his chair, happy to watch the younger man squirm in dread as he waited for an answer.

"No idea." Severus shrugged his shoulders trying to maintain the most stoic expression he had to maintain ever in his life. He tolerated Draco but he wasn't his favourite person he had to see every day of the week.
"Bullshit!" Draco spat as he sat heavily in his chair that flanked Snape's own. "You know everything that happens in this place."

"I do… And would you believe in this instance I don't? What are the odds?" Severus reached forward plucking a slice of toasts between his fingers, the warmth radiating up his fingers.

"Stop holding out on me, you know exactly where and what happened to the portrait so just tell me." Draco cried, admonished, waving a fork in Severus's vision in utter frustration and Severus worried for one brief moment that Draco may take his eye out by accident.

"What's wrong, Draco? Worried Granger is going to come back for you? Worried you might just see her ghostly form float through the doors and haunt you for the rest of your natural life for what you did?" A coy brow rose, lips tugged at the corners into an amused smirk that vanished as soon as it appeared.

"NO!" Draco yelled, slamming two white fists hard against the table, causing all the students currently in the hall to glare in his direction. "I'm not worried or scared at all."

"Really? Because if I were you, I probably would be, could you imagine the wrath she would release upon you?" Severus asked, taking a slow bite of his toast.

"If Granger walked in right now, I would just laugh in her face," Draco Harrumphed, leaning casually back in his chair.

"That's good because here she comes now." Severus pointed to the doors of the Great Hall to see an irate Hermione Granger storming down towards the head table, wand out and trained directly on Draco. If looks could kill, Draco would be dead.

"Wait, wha-?" Draco's head snapped to the front of the hall and every ounce of colour he had in his face drained to a pale white ghostly colour.

"G…Granger?" Draco choked out, palms sweating profusely as he watched the young girl barrel down the hall towards him.

"You!" She screeched, doing her best impression of a large barn own, the entirety of the hall now had their eyes fixated upon Hermione and Draco. Gasps ringing throughout the crowd. Was this the Hermione Granger that was nothing more than legend? A mass of hushed whispers and side glances ensured throughout the hall as Draco jumped to his feet, reaching for his own wand.

Severus smiled, for the first time in a long time he beamed a genuine smile, he really needed to see this, to break up the monotony of his miserable life and reroute his thoughts away from the constant pain he was in.

"Put the wand down, Granger." Draco took a few steps towards her, head tilted, and brows furrowed, why the hell? What the hell? Why was she so young?

"I'm not backing down, Malfoy!" Hermione screamed, shaking. The pure rage that raced through her body made her feel as if she could take on a troll in hand to hand combat and win right now.

"Granger? Why are you so young?" He was utterly perplexed.

"Because of your misdoings that is why!"

"I was only the messenger; I didn't put that portrait there for any other reason than I was instructed to do."

"If Bellatrix had have told you to jump off the London Bridge would you have done that?" She closed the gap another foot or so. He looked way too much like his father now and just as much of a pompous ass.

"Well, yeah, actually. She was batshit mental and would have thrown me off if I didn't." Running a shaky hand through his blonde hair to try to steady his emotions. It didn't work.

"Because of you, I come back years later, still the same age and have missed out on a huge portion of my own life, because of you my friends have gone off and married and are now having children whilst, in essence, I am still basically a child myself. The gap between us and the years passed is too marginal for me to just crawl out of the portrait that you condemned me to and start up again as nothing happened." Chest heaving, anger almost radiating from her as eyes shot daggers in his direction.

"Well, technically I just placed the portrait in the school… Bellatrix is the one who cursed it who actually leaned it from Antonin Dolohov which may I add I personally went to Azkaban and asked him to tell me how to lift the curse and he wouldn't divulge the information."

"Oh well, then that makes it all fine. I'll head on over to Azkaban and unleash my wrath upon Dolohov for teaching Bellatrix the curse who then got you to put the portrait in the castle, I am mistaken, none of this is your fault whatsoever. And wow, I can't even be angry that you traipsed all the way to Azkaban to try to fix it."

"See, I knew you would see it my way." Draco relaxed visibly, dropping his wand lazily by his side.

"You aren't well versed in Sarcasm, are you, Malfoy?" Lightning fast she shot a blue light from the end of her wand, hitting him square in the chest sending him flying back and hitting the wall with a thud louder than she imagined a body could make. Masses of gasps rang throughout the hall as all bore witness to Hermione Granger's fury upon their professor.

Groggily and shakily Draco tried to clamber to his feet it took him a few attempts, but he got there in the end and hazily fired a curse off at Hermione who easily deflected it. He may be years ahead of her in age, but his wand work was still lazy and sub-par.

She flicked her wand again at him once more, his legs collapsing from beneath him, he was unable to stand again. She smiled as he helplessly tried to clamber to his feet but failed. For one last hurrah, she took a walk down memory lane and turned him into a white-blonde ferret that was rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Minerva came rushing to him flanked by two students who had run off to inform her of the happening in the hall.

"Miss Granger!" The elder witch yelled in her deep Scottish brogue. "We don't transform our professors." She turned Draco back to his normal form, he looked highly offended and a little scared.

"He's no professor of mine!" She scoffed, pocketing her wand in her jeans. She had a point.

"And Severus! You let this happen right in front of you!" Minerva explained in utter disbelief.

"Is it illegal to have a little fun, Minerva? Just let me have some fun." Eyes rolled almost into the back of his skull. He had always wanted to see Hermione versus Draco and even in his years beyond her own Draco failed, but of course, she knew that would happen. Draco whilst smart was too cocky and where he failed in school Hermione had excelled.

"Miss Granger get to my office now, you too, Severus. The Aurors have come and wish to talk to you both." She waved her hands wildly in an absolute tizzy over the events that had just unfolded. Honestly, the precedence that Hermione had set would be hard to break.

"Mister Malfoy, if you need to, take yourself to the hospital wing, otherwise head off and teach your class." She nodded curtly and scurried from the hall as fast as she could.

A/N: Here you all go. Just a little filler chapter to keep you all sated! I didn't plan on this being a long fic by any stretch of the imagination. Just something fun and fluffy to balance other not as fun fics I am writing. Maybe 15-20 chapters maximum... Although I do say that a lot and end up with these stories that span 30 chapters.

-Aliasmel1