Hermione's POV
My logic and reason has been shut off and the only feeling I recognize is his lips on my cheek.
WHAT AM I DOING?
My fingertips brush along the cool wall. I notice my hair has gotten quite big due to the humidity, and I wrap the thick strands into a bun. A loud, click-clacking of heels grows closer and a familiar voice yells farther behind.
Anastasia and him appear, and my brain blanks.
"Give me your time turner right now!" She yells.
No harm done, right?
My hand reaches under my robes and before I can even pull the chain over my head, Anastasia and Malfoy both reach out to grab it. Malfoy and I both watch her fingers shake as she turns it. His bright eyes help me handle the force of time whoosh all around us. When the wind dies down, we all stand in the girl's lavatory. Somehow, the truth of the events eliminated any trace of luck from Anastasia, and the realization of what I let happen hits my chest like a muggle bullet.
"ANASTASIA WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!?" Malfoy and I scream.
"Shut up you guys! Someone could hear us." She looks around, clearly clueless to where she was.
"If it wasn't for your stupid assignment, we wouldn't have to be quiet right now!" Malfoy spits.
Betrayal and anger courses through my veins. If smoke could come out of my ears, this would be a perfect example.
"YOU KNEW!?" I whisper shout at him.
"Well… not exactly…" He trails off.
"You know what? Don't talk to me ferret!" An overwhelming feeling to punch him, yet again, is almost too hard to bare.
"Fine, mudblood!" He smirks, but his eyes tell a different story.
Hermione's POV
"Before someone runs into us, we need to figure out what year it is." I whisper yell.
"Exactly how do we do that?" Malfoy asks.
"You guys have fun with that, I'll see you around losers." Anastasia says as she runs out the door.
Malfoy and I exchange a knowing look, and we both know it's no use.
"We just need to blend in and hope we aren't in our time period…"
"Okay what-"
Malfoy's cut off by a few child's voices growing louder.
"Hide!"
The bathroom door just opens as Malfoy and I hide in the farthest stalls.
"So do you really think Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin?"
"Probably, there's only one way to find out for sure."
"Yea well if he is, I hope he gets sent to Azkaban!"
The familiar voices laugh together.
"No, what if the monster eats him!"
"Yessss!"
They all agree in unision.
Noooooo…
I cover my mouth with my hand, wishing Malfoy doesn't figure out what younger Harry, Ron, and I are up to.
"Wait! Shhhh! There are actually people in those stalls over there." I hear my younger self whisper. "Let's go."
I don't remember this ever happening! No more messing around with the past.
As soon as they leave, I hear Malfoy's stall slam open, hitting the wall behind it.
"I know what you little fools were up to now," he snarls. I can see his piercing eyes inches from me through the crack in the stall.
And the Malfoy I've known for all these years has returned.