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Chapter 14:

Hermione and Draco stood there absolutely stunned. They moved farther away from each other, and Hermione straightened out her dress. "W-what are you guys doing here?" Standing in front of them in period clothing were none other than Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini, and Ron and Ginny Weasley.

"We could ask you the same thing, Hermione." Harry Potter said, looking at the two of them suspiciously. "Why did Malfoy have you pinned up against the wall?"

"H-he needed to tell me something urgent, but seeing as he's Malfoy, I wouldn't listen to him, s-so this was the only way to get my attention."

"Really?" Ginny Weasley asked, smirking. Blaise gave the two a knowing look.

"Seriously though, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, trying to change the subject.

"Well, Harry and I got a little worried that you disappeared and we went to talk to Dumbledore about it. He said that we would find the answers at Whitehall Palace. So, Ginny and this git decided to tag along and we came looking for you. But then, we got sucked into this vortex-type thing and found ourselves here." Ron said.

"Ah." Hermione inwardly sighed. She loved her friends, but helping Anne wouldn't be the same after this. Nothing would be the same, as she was sure that she would be the only one actually enjoying being in the past and would also be the only one who would be conscious about not changing the course of history. She knew that Harry, Ron, and Ginny would only be concerned with finding their ways home. Actually come to think of it, she and Malfoy hadn't even been concerned with that. They had been so caught up in the lifestyles of the court, that it had completely slipped their minds. "Well, welcome to the year 1527. We are currently in the court of King Henry VIII. My name is Elizabeth Carew, and this blonde ferret is my husband, Nicholas Carew. We -,"

"Wait a second. Your husband?" Ron asked, getting angrier by the second.

"Calm down, Ronald! It's not like I had a choice in the matter. We were given these identities when we got here – we didn't choose them."

"Does that mean you two have to sleep together?" Ginny asked, her smirk growing wider and a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Yes." Malfoy said nonchalantly, eagerly anticipating Ron's reaction.

"WHAT?" Ron yelled.

"Ronald!" Hermione said, glaring at him. She then turned to Malfoy. "You just had to add fuel to the fire, didn't you?"

"That's my job." He shrugged, smirking at Ron's anger. "Weasel here's just jealous that it's not him."

Ron lunged forward, ready to punch him but was successfully restrained by Harry and Blaise.

"Shut up, ferret." Hermione said.

"Or what?"

"You know very well what I'm capable of. Don't make me hex your balls off."

Malfoy opened his mouth, about to respond, but made a life-saving decision and decided to shut it.

"Is what he said true, Mione?" Harry asked calmly.

"Well, technically, we are forced to sleep in the same bed, since we are married. Otherwise, people would consider it odd."

Ron's face got even redder than it already was, if possible.

Ginny had a triumphant smirk on her face and Blaise looked as if he was about to piss his pants laughing as he watched Ron.

"We need to take this conversation back to our house. We can't afford to have people overhear us, and find out that we are from the future." Hermione said, softly. "I'm sure all of us will be able to fit into one carriage. Let's go."

"You have your own house?" Ginny asked. "Interesting."

Twenty minutes and a very uncomfortable carriage ride later, they arrived in front of Carew Manor. Ron and Harry looked up at it in awe and ran up to the house. Blaise and Malfoy followed, with Ginny and Hermione trailing behind.

"You have a hickey on your neck, Hermione." Ginny whispered. "Would you care to explain that to me?"

"Later," Hermione replied, blushing, refusing to make eye contact with Ginny. She took out all the pins from her hair, and her hair fell in waves, covering her neck.

She hurried past the boys and knocked on the door.

Their usual servant, Alfred, opened the door. "Hello Alfred," Hermione said. "I apologize for the last minute notice, but as you can see, we'll be having some guests over. If you could make up three of the guest rooms, that would be an immense help. We'll be in the library, so please do not disturb us."

She led the way to the library and ushered everyone inside, before closing the door and putting up extra wards to prevent eavesdropping from the servants.

"Ok, everybody sit down and shut up." Malfoy barked.

Hermione looked at him in surprise before turning to the four new arrivals. "We need to explain some things to you. First off, you have to remember that we are in the past. You must be extremely careful in everything that you do, for you could possibly change the entire course of history."

"Yes, yes, we know all this, Granger." Zabini said, rolling his eyes, already bored.

"Can it, Zabini. You may be a friend but I'll still gladly hex your balls off." Hermione said, annoyed.

"I'd listen to her mate," Malfoy whispered to his fellow Slytherin. "I wouldn't test her."

"As I was saying, talk to me before you do anything. I know a lot about this time period, so I could probably help you keep things the way that they should be. Next, is the question of magic. You may notice that you don't have your wands."

The quartet patted themselves down, looking for their wands. "Ok, apparently you didn't notice that." Hermione rolled her eyes. "We are in a time where magic is still evolving. We use wandless magic, and we must write our own spells, ones that are rather wordy and sound like poems. We'll start teaching you how to use your magic later, but you must remember that magic is seen as evil here. People are burnt at the stake for being magical, so you must use the utmost discretion.

"Now, I'm sure that you want to find a way back home. That is what you should do. Malfoy and I need to go back to the castle and tend to some business. We're going to lock you here in the library tomorrow until we can find out some things, such as your identities."

"Why does Malfoy get to go and not us?" Ron asked.

"Are you seriously that thick Ronald? You've been in the year 1527 for all of a half hour. Malfoy and I have been here long enough to establish connections, friends, etcetera. And Malfoy is a close friend to the King."

Harry and Ron scoffed.

"I really have been blessed in wealth and status in both the past and future, haven't I?" Malfoy said, pompously.

"Shut it." Hermione said.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Alfred will show you to your rooms. We'll discuss everything later this week." Hermione said.

"So, should we be expecting to hear a bunch of noises throughout the night, Granger? Or will you be using a silencing charm for that?" Blaise asked, smirking.

Hermione smirked. "Zabini, I could ask you the same thing…Malfoy's sleeping with you tonight."

Blaise's smirk faded quickly as Harry and Ron sniggered at his expense.

"Ginny, come with me." Hermione said. "I suggest the rest of you get some sleep."

She pulled open the imposing library doors and led her upstairs to her bedroom so they could talk in peace. She did indeed cast a silencing charm in case the boys tried to sneak up and listen to their conversation.

"Oh Gin, I'm so glad you're here." Hermione sighed, flopping down on the bed. "How long have I been gone?"

"A few days."

"Wait, that's it? How can that be? We've been here for at least a couple of months."

Ginny shook her head. "Maybe time moves faster here in the past? I mean, maybe since everything's already happened, time is just kind of fast-forwarding, showing us all the important stuff?"

"That doesn't make sense though." Hermione said, now pacing the room. "Do you know how we can get back to our time?"

"Nope. I think this may be one of Dumbledore's little tricks. We have to accomplish something before we can get back."

"Yes, but what?"

"Who knows? Dumbledore has a slightly twisted sense of humor. It could be anything. You haven't found anything yet? You said it's been a few months."

"Actually, Malfoy and I didn't even think about finding a way home. I just wanted to experience history as it was happening."

"You didn't even try?" Ginny asked, shocked.

"No! I was a little too caught up in the drama of court and I kind of…started to enjoy being here."

"Hermione, you can't stay here forever."

"I know, but it's been fun while it's lasted. But we do need to try and find a way home. There are a bunch of books on magic in the library downstairs. Maybe we could start there."

Ginny nodded. "Now, tell me why you have a hickey on your neck."

Hermione blushed. "It was nothing, Gin."

"It was something. Malfoy didn't have you pinned up against that wall because he needed to tell you something."

"Ok,ok,ok. I give. Right before you guys interrupted, we had been, um….snogging."

Ginny squealed. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"

"It meant nothing. We were both drunk from the feast and a little high on life, and we got carried away."

"Was he a good kisser?"

"Ginny!" She said, appalled. "I am not going to answer that."

"He was! I knew it!" Ginny exclaimed triumphantly.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Come on, what else? Give me all the details!"

"Ginny, is there a reason you need to know every single gory detail of my love life? Gory being the operative word."

"Well, my nonexistent love life is slightly depressing, so I am living vicariously through you. Tell me you enjoyed it. I bet it was so incredibly hot. I mean, all that sexual tension must have amped it up incredibly!"

"I most certainly did not enjoy it. And we will not talk about this any longer." Hermione said, not allowing herself to think anymore about the desire she had felt for Malfoy earlier that evening.

DMHGDMHGDMHG

Elsewhere, in the castle, Queen Katharine of Aragon sat at her writing desk, in tears. She was still pained that the King wanted to displace her as his wife, but she knew what she had to do. Taking a quill and piece of parchment, she started writing a note to her nephew Charles, the Holy Roman Emperor. She wrote in Spanish, for fear of interception by the King's own personal messengers:

Dearest Charles,

I am writing to you in what is a time of great desperation for me. King Henry is looking to replace me as his wife. He has found a palace whore to crown the next Queen of England, but I am hoping that he cares enough about the political well being of England to stop this move. I have been nothing but a loving and faithful wife to him. I was a good wife, fulfilling all my duties as Queen and turning a discrete eye to his indiscretions. Natural justice should only allow me to continue in this role! I have defended myself many a times, and will say it again: I did not consummate my marriage with Arthur. King Henry will try to have the Pope overrule the dispensation that allowed us to marry in the first place. Please do not allow him to do this.

Love,

Your aunt Katharine

Katharine sealed the letter with her own wax seal and handed it to the Spanish messenger that she had secretly summoned. "You know what to do."

A/N: I'm not fluent in Spanish so I wasn't even going to try and write that in Spanish. Please review! : )