AN: Am writing this on Wednesday (hopefully I'll finish in five hours!), and I hope y'all won't be too upset if I don't finish today. *looks hopeful*  Thank you so much for the reviews! They keep me going and ressurect the Muses from their graves in the depths of my mind.

Chapter 3: The Mistress is Peeved

Hermione stormed down the halls, passing groups of students at a time, ignoring them and glaring darkly at anything and everything. What did she do to deserve this? For the past seven years, she had worked as hard as she could to get good grades and achieved her goals, but had she ever done anything wrong? Maybe that's it, Hermione thought as she reached a pair of large oak doors with a sign saying Library over the entrance. Maybe the only thing I've done wrong is that I haven't done anything wrong.

She shook her head at the illogical thought and pushed open the heavy doors. She took a sharp intake of air as she looked around the library setting. It was, in one word, huge. Hermione's mouth hung open in silent awe at what had to be the largest library she had ever seen in her life. It was like a whole church-sized room filled with books and shelves. In one corner was a tiny area for reading and working and studying.

"Wow," she whispered, and, much to her surprise, the one syllable word echoed off of the marble floors and cathedral ceilings.

"Ahem," a witch (Hermione assumed she was the librarian) cleared her throat loudly. Hermione looked to the desk the librarian sat at and noticed a sign that clearly, in bold, said UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, NO: TALKING, EATING, DRINKING, LAUGHING, OR PLAYING OF ANY SORT. Hermione cringed at the obvious rules and slowly picked up the front of her hefty skirt to descend some marble stairs. Not knowing where to begin, Hermione gazed around herself. Three hundred sixty degree turn, full books, everywhere. Knowing not to disturb the librarian with a cut-out tongue, Hermione sighed inaudibly. Now she had to plot out the library from scratch, make her own map and sort out section from section by picking up random books from shelves.

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Draco grumbled to himself and yawned. Who knew time travel had such the effect on the senses? He got up from the hard, wooden chair and stretched out. He was slightly offended by Granger's conclusions that he had set this all up just to make her miserable. Hadn't she stopped to consider what he would feel in the situation? A hell of a lot worse than she did at the moment.

Draco called Joseph into the chambers, feeling worse for the wear. "You hollered, milord?" the man said, once he had Apparated into the vicinity.

"Yes, Joseph, please, run my bath," Draco said. The butler nodded and went into the lavatory area.

"Any scent for your bubbles, sir?" the buttler's clipped words came from inside.

"Oh, I'd like lavender or jasmine, thank you." Draco called, before going over to the desk once more and checking over a schedule Headmistress O'Hara had provided. Draco noticed the only thing extra under today's date was a scribbled thing under half passed one. Tour of Tessetta School of the Craft, following after lunch in the Great Hall. Draco looked at the ancient Wizarding Clock on display at the other end of the room. Hour to Luncheon, it read in fancy script.

Draco made a mental note that bathing would not go over the time limit over thirty minutes, as he was to fix his hair and get dressed for the rest of the day.

"Ready, sire," Joseph said from the lavatory doorway. "'Tis a bit hot, so take it carefully on your way in."

Draco nodded, dismissing the chamber servant.  Taking off his almost frill-less shirt, Draco made his way to the bathing room. After he undressed, Draco sighed as he dipped his foot in the marble bath and then eased himself the rest of the way in. The water was scalding, but he preferred it that way. It was an odd habit he had picked up from the Malfoy Manor. The manor was kept completely frozen, save for the baths one took.

Draco shut his eyes and savoured the thoughts he had of being back home, only the good thoughts, though. None of the bad thoughts, which were plentiful, ever crossed his mind as he de-stressed.

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Hermione had studiously missed lunch to stay and scout out the library. She now knew that trying to find books on time travel that day were slim to none. Still, she went on with separating bits and pieces of the library, mind wandering in every which direction.

Pulling out a book and reading the binding, she marked down the words Intruding Maladies (Cures and Diseases) next to row 39B. Walking down that row, she checked random books to keep in check with her mapping.

Dr—Malfoy can be such a prat sometimes. She pondered this some more, ranting to herself. With his pureblooded attitude toward life… Thinking he's so much better than me just because of his heritage. Slamming a book back to it's place in the shelf, she furiously scribbled, Jokes, Pranks, Etc. under row 42A. He probably does everything his dear old father tells him, she scowled, and begs his father to allow him to become a Death—Hermione was stopped as she approached another row, accidentally sending a student into a shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione said as she startled a girl with brown-blonde hair. "I didn't see you there."

The girl smiled and dusted herself off, "You are Mistress Malfoy?"

"Er, yes," Hermione said while inwardly cringing at the name. "Please call me Hermione."

"My name is Amaya Fortescue," she said as they curtsied. "Pleased to meet ya, Miss."

"Yes, you too… The library is such a large place, I didn't even see you at first…" Hermione said, looking at the twelve-foot shelves of books whilst blushing.

"Oh, really 'tisnt a big problem, Miss," Amaya grinned, picking up a fallen book entitled Kalahan's Revenge Plots and Fooling Schemes.

"I was just seething over Ma—my mishaps in the past day or so." Hermione explained with a forced laugh. Amaya kept smiling.

"Perhaps you need a guide to help you around the school? I'd love to get out of classes," she said, putting Kalahan's how-to book in its rightful space on the shelf. Hermione considered the girl's offer, taking in her blue-gray eyes and cheery facial expression.

"You're a student?" Hermione skillfully changed the subject, while writing Pranks Part Two by row 43A. "What year?"

"Oh, I'm graduating this summer," Amaya grinned joyfully. "Seventh year."

"Really?" Hermione smiled back. "What do you plan to work as after Tessetta?"

"I was thinking of doing some work opening an ice cream shoppe, named after my grandmother, Florean." She giggled, as if this were a huge secret of some sort, in which Hermione was just let in on.

"Wow, I'll bet you five galleons it lasts until at least the millennium!" Hermione laughed, knowing that if she were Malfoy, she would have made Amaya sign it and date it and bring it back with him to the present day.

Amaya blushed and hastily replied, "Oh, thankye! Bless y'ur heart, Miss."

Hermione faked surprise as she glanced at the clock. "Oh, Amaya, I am sorry, but I do have an appointment to go to now. I hadn't realized the time until just now. G'day!"

"Fair the well, Mistress Malfoy!" she called back, making Hermione wince like a kicked dog.

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Draco stood before a floor length mirror, frowning at the ridiculously tight pants he was forced to wear. He had heard of some twentieth century, male Muggles wearing obscenely tight pants to show off their… packaging, but he honestly disliked this style. Picking up another white blouse-type shirt, he was just about to pull it over his head, when the doors burst open and an frustrated looking Hermione came in.

She spun around to the left, saw him, turned crimson, and quickly turned the other way. "I didn't think you'd be dressing, Malfoy!"

"No apology for being extremely rude and intruding? No, gee, Draco, let me kiss your fancy black shoes and help you dress? No—" he was interrupted by an angry Hermione.

"Shut your trap you arse of a wizard!" she shouted. "You can bloody well dress yourself!"

Draco harrumphed and pulled the shirt over his perfect hair. "Are you ready to go to the tour de Tessetta?"

"What?" she questioned, turning around to see Draco handsomely dressed. 

"Didn't you check? The schedule says we are to take a tour of the school today, in…" Draco looked at the clock above Hermione's head. "In exactly ten minutes. We meet Headmistress O'Hara in the Great Hall, ready to go as a happy, in love couple."

At this, Hermione's stomach went into a triple drop. The words echoed in her head, …happy, in love couple… She stared at Draco in a discreet way, eyes glazed over. In all, girly, illogical ways, Draco Malfoy was quite the looker. His features were strong, and looked almost determined, making him like a statue the Greek or Romans had sculpted and chiseled out of the finest white marble, as his pale skin was clear. Hermione's heartbeat quickened and for a brief, fleeting moment she had a flash picture of Draco and herself kissing passionately on a balcony she had seen off the library. She stopped and shook her head. Time travel had really gotten to her, how could she possibly think of that with an enemy of so many years! It was truly absurd and not likely.

Draco got his cloak, that tied at the neck, and threw it fashionably over his shoulders. He looked to Hermione, who looked dazed off into space. "Oh, no," he joked (a very rare thing indeed), "Know-It-All Granger has been taken over by Pansy Parkinson brain cells!"

This rattled her out of whatever reverie she was thinking, and she immediately snapped into reality. "Oh, how very clever of you, Draco," she said. It was already too late, but both had noticed. She had used his first name. Hermione hadn't even thought of using it, but once the word spilled from her mouth, it tasted new, different, maybe even… exciting? She shook herself and looked down. Honestly, what had corsets, fresh countryside air, and the seventeenth century done to her?!

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Hermione smiled as the Headmistress greeted them in the Great Hall. "I didn't see either of you at luncheon today, is everything all right?" she asked, looking at them with a raised eyebrow.

"Uhm," Hermione covered. "You know. Marriage-ly things," she said barely above a hushed whisper. Realization dawned in the elder lady's eyes as she blushed and coughed a little.

"Ah, I see, I see…" O'Hara replied and swept her arm outward, pointing to a door to the left. "Shall we look at the typical first year's day?"

"We shall," Draco replied in fake jolliness. As Headmistress O'Hara turned around and lead the way to the door, Draco rolled his eyes skyward to show how stupid he knew he sounded. Hermione covered a giggle, and cleared her throat. What's gotten into you? Honestly! He's a death eater's son, bound to be one by summer graduation! Hermione scolded herself. But still, a voice in the back of her head whined, But he could defy his father, take up the Light Side, and settle down with you and a bushel of children… Hermione scowled bitterly to herself, Yes, and then he'd dye his hair green and donate money to the poor Muggles.

"And here we are, Potions for the first years!" Professor O'Hara announced, with a mirthful smile. Lowering her voice, she nodded to the professor and said, "Shall we take a seat for a few minutes?"

Draco nodded, amused a little by the contorting face of his "wife" in this scenario. He tugged her arm sleeve gently to bring her once again to the land of the living. She looked around, and quickly sat down in the back.

After a rather brief, yet fascinating Potions excerpt, Draco, Hermione, and Headmistress O'Hara were off once more, traveling the stone corridors to Transfiguration. Hermione loved Transfiguration, and couldn't wait to see what the lesson would be. Draco, on the other hand, found it easy and boring. Swish, flick, think, imagine, and bam you have a mouse turning into a teacup.

He watched Hermione's eager face look up to the head of the room to see an aged wizard taking a head count. His stomach almost dropped, but he shook his head and focused all thoughts on how boring this day was turning out to be.

"… And we take this small snail…" the professor coughed out the sentence loudly, and then sniffled as he picked up a snail. "And then we swish the wand twice to the right…" he coughed again.

Draco closed his eyes and took a moment to regroup himself. He put his fingertips to his temples and breathed in deeply. Dropping his arms carelessly, his hand brushed against Hermione's. She took no notice, but he soon found himself thinking of her. In a way not quite himself.

Ten minutes later, Headmistress O'Hara leaned over to them and said, "I am afraid that is all we have time for today. I have to negotiate a treaty with Durmstrang and settle a dispute with Beauxbatons and Everly Girl's School."

Draco nodded distractedly, and found himself liking the looks of his play-wife. "Good day, Mister and Mistress Malfoy. Have some… fun," she winked at this. That was enough to bring Draco out of his reverie. An old, randy lady being lewd and suggestive always brought the worst out of people. At the same time, Draco and Hermione got a disgusted look on their faces and stood up immediately.

"Goodbye!" they said, exiting without the smallest of after-meeting conversation.

~*~

It was passed nine at night, and Hermione carefully took out the lily pad-ish hat that sat upon her head. Simultaneous to the removal of the hat, her hair fell down, a soft cascade of brown tumbling down to her shoulders.

"All I want to do is sleep," she yawned out loud. "I'm so tired. That horseback lesson by Professor Hildaway was really too much to do… And *yawn* dinner really filled me up." (AN: Bet ya just yawned! :P I did, anyway.)

"That makes two of us, then," Draco replied, yawning and stretching his arms also.

Hermione magicked her dress off/into a nightgown, lazily walking to the large, queen sized bed that took up most of the room.

Draco took off his clothes, leaving on a pair of green cotton boxers. He took no notice of anything, sleep almost overcoming him.

They both sat down on the bed, opposite sides, at the same time. Both fell backward in sleepiness. Both sat up and were immediately awoken.

"GET OFF MY BED!" they shouted simultaneously.

"Where would I sleep?!" Hermione shouted, as Draco said, "This is my chamber!!"

Draco glared at Hermione with anger, and Hermione indignantly stuck out her chin and narrowed her eyes right back.

What're we going to do now?!? They thought.

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Author's Notes: Eh, not as long as I wanted, and I didn't get done half of what I had planned, but I really have to wrap up this chapter. Now. :) Thank you all so much for the reviews! I love them, appreciate them, and cherish each one. *smiles* Thankee to all my lovely, lovely readers! *curtsies*  Question for y'all: Was this way too OOC and fast? I tried. I really did.

Reviewer Replies:

Slytheringirl23: Thanks a million for saying this was original. Bouts of insomnia, Highlander: End Game, and cookies (many, many cookies), and what do we come up with? This! LOL. I'll get to your story *makes mental note* I have a lot to do, but I'll try to get to it!

DracoLuver79: Thanks! Glad ya like it! This was as soon as I could. *blushes* But dun' worry! I have gotten my own computer!! Meaning: More frequent chapters for you readers and reviewers.

Wildchartermage: Thanks so much for the review. Yes, many, many people have called it original. I haven't really seen time travel before, save a Tom/Hermione I was reading… But thanks, hope you read, and review this new chapter too!

Dracosgurl_chrissy: Thank you for your reviews!! And I try to answer everyone's questions!! Yes, I love how this plot is twisting… I had to add a bit of marriage into there for my enjoyment. :)

Setsuna Bu: Thankye, marriage=my mind working overtime. LOL, well I did try to keep a bit of my favourite types of fanfic into here. I just had to! Pink monstrosity. Yes. Loved that! :P

BellethePhilosophersCookie: Thanks for reviewing! Yes, the horror of it all. *giggles* And I want plot. I hate things that have no plot. :P

Lady Scarlett1: LOL, yes, I do hope they fall into love. But wouldn't it be ironic if they… didn't?! LMAO. Thanks for dropping a line! :)

Pandora… the vampire: Welcome back from holiday! Yes, things just keep getting complicated, don't they? ;) Thanks a lot for reviewing!! :)

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Sorry for less detailed replies! I really hafta go, before my sister gets home and I can't post. I did get my own computer!!! *dances* Meaning= More frequent chapters! Yes, aren't you lucky and happy now? LOL, review review review and tell me so! It sucks? Tell me that too!

~Kate