[Still don't own 'em. I wonder if my parents would let me change my name?
Right on the button (mirror?), Bookishknowital! I was wondering when someone would notice that; I'm glad it wasn't right a way, though. Desrever... works better than Sdrawkcab, hey? And to the rest of you, thanks for the wonderful reviews!
And on to the wonderful chapter three, in which Hermione, for the first time in her life, is completely confused and speechless. Woo-hoo! Mr. Dog Star's coming later; I haven't forgotten about him (how could I?).]
Well, no. Not upside-down. Backwards. But Hermione would not notice this right away. She was too busy feeling dizzy. It was as though the mirror had sucked her in, whirled her around, and spat her out. She didn't feel different at all, even if the room was spinning.
Exactly why does no one know what this mirror does? She ponders, slipping silently out the creaky door. She'd not gone two steps when she froze. Peeves was zooming down the corridor away from her, and he had every opportunity to glance back and spot her. Hermione didn't plan to explain to a teacher why Peeves had found her out of bed at night, and so she dove back into the room, not daring to close the door for fear it would squeak and draw attention.
A minute passed... two... five... Finally, Hermione dared move. She'd been lying deathly still, waiting for Peeves to peer around the door, and she couldn't help giving a shaky sigh of relief. Rising from the chilly stone floor, she felt for her wand, planning to use a Silencing Charm on the door, but her hands closed on nothing spare the folds of her pocket.
Fear sizzled through her, and she spun around, praying her wand wasn't lost. Maybe it had fallen from her pocket and she'd flung herself into the room again; maybe it had simply rolled behind her and had come to a rest on the ground, waiting to be picked up again. With luck, it was as simple as that.
She had no luck. Not only did she find the room completely void of her wand, she was shocked to find the mirror gone. It had vanished into thin air. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, to say that it had once ever existed, much less spent it's time in this cool room. However, she was too worried about her missing wand to care about the mirror, which probably had an invisibility charm on it. It was probably still there, ready to be felt if she waved her hand in the air, where as her was most certainly gone
Okay, me, be calm. I probably left it by my bed, that's all. I can't remember using it... can I? No. Nothing to worry about, there's no way I could have lost it. I've even got that Lose-Me-Not Charm on it, it'll roll toward me if it's alone and 'knows' I'm looking for it. No worries. I'll probably meet it as I sneak back to bed.
Reassured, Hermione To the halls again and found then empty of everything but her presence. This is great, I'll be down in the dungeons a minute, and know one know a – ohmigosh. The dungeons!? That's where Slytherins belong. I'm not in Slytherin. What am I thinking? Shaken at the direction her feet had turned, she turned back to head back to bed, and halted again. What was the password? She couldn't remember what the Fat Lady had changed it too... and come to think of it, she didn't even know where the portrait that guarded the entrance to her common room was. This was impossible, she'd traveled this route a million times and she'd never gotten lost, not once. She probably couldn't think of how to get there, but surely her feet knew the way. Ordering her legs to bring her home, she started off, but with a feeling of cluelessness like nothing she'd ever felt before.
"Hey, 'Mione! Hermione!" called a voice softly, scaring Hermione out of her skin.
"Who's there?" she whispered fearfully, too surprised and shocked by the voice to order, 'Don't call me 'Mione' (although, later thinking back, she found she didn't hate the nickname any longer). She twirled around, her eyes wide with worry that she might be in trouble, to face-
Draco Malfoy. What was he doing here? And what on earth was he doing with her wand? Had she told him to hold it for her sometime today? What am I thinking? I'd never trust Malfoy with my wand, never... But even as she thought the words, she knew they weren't true. How it was, she didn't know, but one thing was sure. Draco – not Malfoy – was her friend, her best friend, and she trusted him above all else. But how? She was friends with Harry and Ron, those filthy goodie-goodies.
What's going on!? Where are these thoughts coming from?
"Er, 'Mione? Are you okay?" Draco, looking like a concerned friend, asked, pushing her wand into her hand. "Here's your wand. Did you go find that mirror you've been dreaming about?"
"No!" cried Hermione. "I mean, yes! Yes, I did! It doesn't do anything! I stepped through it, but nothing happened. It just made me dizzy, so I wandered back here. I thought you were Filch, I was about to run for it!"
Draco nodded, satisfied. "Well, insulted as I am that you could think I was that – that Squib, I don't think I'll have to turn you into a toad. Come on, let's get back before we're caught." Hermione nodded silently and followed as he led off toward the dungeons. She could remember nothing about ever being anyone but Hermione Granger, a pureblood of Slytherin and Draco's best friend. Her life had been reversed, and though it felt odd, she had no idea why. This was her life now, strange as it felt.
"Ooh, awesome idea!" approved Hermione, nodding as Draco told her of his next plot to get Harry and Ron in trouble. Hermione couldn't wait until morning, her freshly-reversed self was full of mischief and it didn't care this her homework was only worth an 'Acceptable'. After all, she wasn't some studious know-it-all. She was a Slytherin, with typical personality traits (sure as holding grudges and striving for what she wanted).
Encouraged by Hermione's enthusiasm, Draco kept on whispering about things they could do to the Golden Pair. Even if they would never do some of the things, it was fun to imagine locking Voldermort and Harry in a cage that couldn't be escaped from by means of magic.
"Oh, we're here," noted Hermione. "Unforgivables." At the sound of the password, the seemingly-normal stone wall's bricks shifted, and an opening appeared. The two slipped through and tiptoed up the stairs toward their rooms.
"See you tomorrow!" the friends hissed quietly two each other before they entered their separate doors at the top. Hermione slipped into her bed and promptly feel into a sleep full of dreams in which she was a Gryffindor.