A/N: this story is co-authored with my good friend Janess. All innuendo and soppiness is her fault!
Chapter 1: "If only I could turn back time"
Ron lay back on the bed in Hermione's Head Girl room and ate another bean. Hermione leant back with her head in his lap and looked up at him.
"Really, you let him get to you too much" she replied
"But he's an evil greasy git, Mione!"
Hermione glared at him "You know I hate that name. Snape's really quite intelligent, you know!"
Ron rolled his eyes "I know, I know. He's spy for the Order and all that, it doesn't stop him from being a git though."
The clock chimed and Hermione looked up at the clock. "I have to go, the corridors don't patrol themselves you know." She stood up, kissed his cheek and went to leave the room. At the door she stopped and turned around "I'll see you later then?"
Ron grinned "I'll keep the bed warm for you"
Hermione smiled and left the room. Ron looked around her room and decided to use the opportunity to poke around her room.
'I'm getting to know her better' he thought. 'It's not like I'm really snooping; she is my girlfriend after all. Now, where should I begin?' He turned around and decided to begin with the dresser.
He opened the top drawer. 'JACKPOT!' he thought as he rifled through her underwear. He pulled out a particularly racy pair and lifted them to take a better look. As he did so, a gold chain fell out and landed in the open drawer.
He picked it up and moved toward the bed to sit down and have a closer look, but as he did he tipped over a shoe and fell forward on the bed, the time turner twisting as he did so. The room dissolved into blackness and he had the sudden sensation of flying backwards, very fast. A blur of colours and shapes rushed past him, his ears were pounding.
He landed with a thump on the bed, knocking the bedside table and causing a picture to fall to the floor.
'I really liked that picture' he thought as he picked it up.
Turning it over he found that, instead of the picture of the trio that Hermione kept, it was a picture of Harry and a red-haired girl. On closer inspection Ron realised that the boy was not Harry at all, but it was Harry's father James, and next to him Harry's mother.
He looked around the room and noticed several other changes to his surroundings. For instance, he noticed the necklace that he had given Hermione for her birthday last month, which she kept dangling from the drawer handle, was missing. He eyes travelled upwards and he saw a Muggle photo of the girl with her parents.
He suddenly remembered something that Hermione had told him when she became head girl. "I'm only the second Muggle-born head girl in the last century! The last one was Lily Evans."