Disclaimer- To my great misfortune, it is JK Rowling that is amazingly rich for creating the characters of Harry Potter, not me.

This is my second fanfic. Please review, but do not flame. Constructive criticism is encouraged.

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For the next week, life in the Zabini household went undisturbed. There had been no visitors since that day that Blaise had that huge blow out fight with Draco. Hermione could tell that Blaise missed his best friend, but he was too proud to admit it. He wouldn't apologize to Draco because he thought that Draco was the one who should apologize to him, and quite frankly, Hermione completely agreed.

"I don't know Blaise," Hermione said one day when Blaise was pacing back and forth, obviously in a bad mood, "I personally think that you're better off without him."

"Oh, shut up!" Blaise snapped at her.

Hermione looked as if she had been slapped. "May I remind you that you are the one who called him a creep and told him to get out."

"Shut up! Just shut up! You are the one who started this whole thing in the fist place!" Blaise screamed, his face red and contorted with rage. He gave her one last venomous look and stormed off into the fireplace to some unknown destination.

'Oh great. Just what I wanted to do. Get Blaise mad at me,' Hermione though sarcastically. Just bloody terrific. Now she knew how Draco felt when Blaise was mad at him.

Then, just as if he knew that she was thinking about him, Draco Malfoy walked through the fireplace. Hermione couldn't exactly figure out what it was, but Draco seemed different than usual. He wasn't walking with that arrogant air about him, and his signature smirk wasn't plastered on his face.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she spat, still cross from her argument with Blaise. It was the first argument that they had since she had moved in.

"Come on, Hermione. I'm really not in the mood to deal with you right now," He said, a tired and worn look in his eyes that Hermione had never seen before. He looked almost... vulnerable.

Wait, Draco Malfoy, vulnerable? In Hermione's mine, there was no such thing. So she decided that this was the time to get him back for all of those times that he had tried to make her life a living hell.

"What's the matter Draco? Daddy didn't buy you a new broomstick?" she asked as if she was talking to a toddler.

In reply, Draco shot her a glare, but said no smart remarks back to her. Why wasn't he getting mad? Hermione almost stomped her foot, because if there was anything that she wanted to do right now, it was to piss Draco Malfoy off big time.

"Oh I get it!" Hermione exclaimed, "You're so upset because Pugface Parkinson finally turned you down!"

There was still no reaction from Draco. What was up with him anyway? Usually all you had to do was insult the way that he wore his hair, and he would have his wand out and ready to curse you into smithereens.

"I know what is bothering you. Your death eater father was probably torturing you, right?" Hermione taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

This time Draco turned around to face her. His cold grey eyes almost glowed with rage. Hermione's honey eyes grew wide with terror as Draco advanced on her, backing her against a bookcase. She had never seen him so angry. Not even last year when Harry sent his father to Azkaban. She knew that his father had broken out of jail with the help of the Dementors, and she naturally assumed that he was in hiding.

"Don't you ever say anything about me or my family, you filthy little mudblood. You don't know shit about me," Draco said, his face inches from hers and etched with rage. Hermione was actually afraid that he might even hit her, but no such blow ever came.

"What bug crawled up your butt, Malfoy?" Hermione spat.

"I see that you still can't keep your nose out of other people's business," Draco sneered.

"What business do you have Malfoy? Are you afraid that I'll find out that you fin ally became a death eater? Well, I have news for you Malfoy, everyone already saw hat coming," Hermione teased.

"I SAID SHUT UP," Draco roared as he grabbed Hermione and shoved her against the bookcase. Pain shot through her arms where Malfoy had grabbed her. He had pushed her so hard that quite a few books fell down. One book that was purple and gold fell down with the pages opened.

"God, Malfoy! What the hell is wrong with you?" Hermione yelled, rubbing her sore arms.

"Stay the bloody hell away from me," Draco muttered as he began to walk back to the fire place. However, he was stopped as if by an invisible force.

The purple and gold book started glowing. Pretty soon the words were coming out of the book, and swirling around Hermione and Draco, almost like a tornado. The two teens could faintly hear chanting in the background somewhere.

"What did you do?" Hermione screamed at Draco, covering her ears in an attempt to stop the chanting that was filling her head.

"I didn't do anything!" Draco shouted, looking around frantically. It was as if they were floating through space and time, the room around them no longer visible through the words and the chanting.

Then, just as suddenly as the words and chanting had appeared, they stopped. The strange floating sensation had also stopped, and both Draco and Hermione had felt themselves land on some rather hard ground. Draco looked over his shoulder and saw Hermione lying next to him, unconscious, before he too blacked out.

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About an hour later, Draco felt his eyes fluttering open and he shielded them from the harsh sunlight that was now streaming down. He rolled over and found himself staring at Hermione. She too seemed to be waking up, albeit a bit disoriented.

He looked around for any clue of where they were. From what he could tell, they were in a deep forest. Just as Draco was beginning to think that they were no where near civilization, he heard something coming from a road that was off in the distance. He watched it go by and saw that it was a horse drawn carriage.

That, however, wasn't the most shocking thing. Draco could tell that the person in the carriage was a wealthy lady who was dressed in an old fashioned gown. The footman who was driving the carriage wore a fancy coat and breeches. His hair was long and gathered in a ponytail, just like it was in the days of knights and princess's.

Hermione also seemed to have noticed the attire of the people whom had just passed them in the carriage. A look crossed her that Draco never thought that he would see on Hermione's face. It was confusion.

Her warm honey eyes flickered with mystification as she asked, "Malfoy, where are we?"

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Authors note: What do you think? Hermione may have seemed a bit OOC when she was taunting Malfoy, but keeping mind that she is now a pureblood. She may still be the same 'ole Hermione, keep in mind that nobody is perfect, and the sudden rags to riches may have gone to her head a wee bit.

And why, you may ask, was Draco so worn and tired? Why did he blow up at Hermione like he did? I suppose that you'll just have to keep on reading to find out!

Thank you so much to: hplucky, viper8401, Draco-an-hermione-4eva, Red and Gold, doublelily, A tragic tale, seaweedqueen, Silent-Serpent, snowmouse( ), bookwormJ, and Danish Pastry 28 who all reviewed. I love you all for reviewing, so keep at it!