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A/n: this is where it gets confusing. The bold type is the "story", and the normal type is what is happening to Hermione. Ok? (and after TBC, it goes back to the real world) comment if you have a better idea!

Chapter IV

Loaded Into the Canon

THUNK!

Hermione grabbed her head, moaning softly. She seemed to be wedged under something hard and wiry, which was squishing her into a splintery wood floor. She was in a cold, unknown room, armed with only a pen. Hopefully there were no enemies. The room smelled….funky, to say the least, like teenaged boy, and it was very dark.

OF COURSE! Almost all Harry Potter stories started out in Harry's bedroom, canon or fanon! Hermione laughed at her stupidity. This was it! The beginning of her story!

There was a rustle above her. Hermione held her breath, then exhaled sharply. What did she have to be afraid of? Harry was a friend, he wasn't going to hurt her! A small groan confirmed her suspicions. The mattress squeaked as he sat up, and said;

Chapter One- Reunion

Hermione stifled a scream. What on earth….

"NO!"

Harry Potter sat upright in his bed. He was troubled by the dreams that haunted him day and night, of Hogwarts, and the Scourge of the Half-Blood Prince.

Words streamed through Hermione's head, like a recording that was being played, and she was unable to stop them. She could still think, and talk, but the sentences were constantly, subconsciously, conversing with her mind.

The Half-Blood Prince had come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry last year, which had been Harry's sixth. You see, Harry Potter was a wizard.

No duh, Hermione thought maliciously. The setups for these stories are so boring! What's Harry doing up there?

The Prince had come, offering peace and justice. He provided a bridge between Pure-Bloods, and Muggleborns, linking them together to fight the Dark Lord, Voldemort.

Stupid name.

But it was not to be. The Prince was a cohort of You-Know-Who's, aiding him in increasing a rift between the two blood dominions. He was discovered by Harry, along with his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

I finally get noticed. She tapped her finger impatiently in the floor, waiting until the stupid monologue was over.

Harry smiled. Ron was his oldest friend in the wizarding world, and he was a the most purehearted friends around. The second youngest in a family of seven, Ron and his brothers, and their sister Ginny, were like Harry's family as well. His parents had been murdered by Voldemort when he was only a years old, and from that day on, he had been forced to lived at his Aunt and Uncle's house, with his horrid cousin Dudley.

His eyes scanned the small room he called his own, and rested on a pile of parchment in the corner. It was a potion's exam, assigned by his least favourite teacher, Professor Snape. Hermione would be able to help him with that, as she was the smartest witch in her year, and the natural choice for upcoming Head Girl.

"Ron and Hermione are the perfect friends," Harry mused wistfully, "and its so clear that they like each other."

GAK! Hermione bolted out from under the bed, livid.

"I DO NOT LIKE HIM!"

Harry nearly fainted in shock. Hermione had just appeared, covered in dust, from under the very bed he had slept on! She thrust a finger in his face, and poked his nose.

"YOU, Harry Potter, are a BOY! Boys have no clue about girls! You have no right to even think I have a crush on Ron!"

Stupid, stupid Harry she thought, shaking her head. So easily misled by canon facts.

"What do you mean you don't like him?" Harry said, "And what are you doing here?"

That was the question, as she didn't normally show up in his bedroom fully dressed in rich robes and embroidered cloaks engulfing her like a tent. Frowning, she suddenly grabbed her breasts, then hips, and thighs.

Omigod! I'm so tiny. Indeed all traces of pregnancies, age and leading the rich life had totally evaporated off her body like steam. She could get used to this.

Speechless, Harry just sat and watched. He thought it was just a girl thing to do. Hermione, on the other hand, had thrown off her cloak, and was rummaging through her robes, mumbling, "where is it, I knew I put it in here somewhere?"

"All stories begin on Harry's birthday," she reasoned. "If I can just find him a gift, I can say I'm birthday visiting."

She produced a box from one of her pockets, and handed it to him sheepishly. "Happy Birthday," she said "I had to hand deliver my present, because it's too suspicious to put through the mail."

Sorry Millie. I'll get you something else.

Harry opened the silver-wrapped box. Inside was a book, of course. Hermione was grinning at him like it was made of chocolate.

"Open it," she urged. He flicked open the cover, and gasped. Inside was a fish tank, filled with the most exotic specimens he had ever seen, swimming and wriggling like they were real. Enthralled, he turned to the next page, and a luxurious cat jumped out at him, purring.

"If you turn the page, it'll disappear," she said, and he did. The cat disappeared in a puff of smoke, and was replaced by a cooing, furry fuzz ball that was treacle-coloured, and slightly slimy. The next page produced an irritable grey dog, and the next, a swearing hamster. Harry closed the book, and stared at Hermione.

"Where did you get this?" he asked her.

My husband owns Obscurus Books.

"Um, mail order through France," she replied. "It's very rare."

"Wow, thanks!" he said, his eyes sparkling. "It's the coolest gift I've ever gotten!"

He motioned for her to sit down, and she did, gathering her discarded cloak around her. A small glint of silver caught the moonlight.

Oh shit. It was too late.

Harry saw it, and squinted. "Hermione, is that a….?"

"No! NONONO! It isn't!" she blurted out, trying to hide it with her hand.

He frowned. "Isn't what?"

My family insignia. Too late, she remembered all her cloaks were hand embroidered with the Malfoy Crest, which Harry already knew from Dobby's towel.

"W-w-what you think it is!"

He had seen it before, printed on Dobby's tea towel uniform. There was no mistaking it.

"Hermione, why do you have the Malfoy Crest on your cloak?"

TBC

(okay, no real world this chapter, but certainly in the next one. Read, review, comment and flame [if you must!] Oh yeah,PLUG! check out my new story The Malfoy Family Road Trip, please!)