Summary: When Hermione is accidentally knocked over, she somehow seems to be carried through time, -to a future self. What will she do when she find out about what's really going on there? And will she learn to se past everything that had happened before?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story. The characters all belong to J.K. Rowling. But god, do I wish they were mine... And, this is my first English fanfic, so please, tell me what you really think, so that I can alter that... The () are for double space.
Chapter 1.
"I'm sorry professor, but I just can't do this!" Hermione Granger, new Headgirl and a seventhyear student at Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, was, to say the least, -outrageous.
"Miss Granger... –Hermione, please listen to us. We wouldn't do this if we didn't know that you could handle it." The professors both looked at each other before they looked back at her.
"You're the only one that we can trust enough to do this." When she started to object the two professors abruptly cut her of.
"Miss Granger! You will do this for us. If not by choice, then by force or order if you like that better. "But know this, you will do this!" The girl in front of them shut her mouth, apparently offended, and they knew that they would have to apologise to her later, but right now it was very important that she agreed to do what they'd just told her.
"Fine! I'll do it, but just enlighten me on just why I have to do this professor Dumbledore, professor McGonagall..." The two professors felt guilty having to do this to her, but she was really the only one of the students that could make Draco Malfoy somewhat behave. They hated each others guts, but she could if necessary put him in his place without losing one ounce of her temper.
"Please Hermione, hear us out. Draco Malfoy is a Slytherin like none other. His father has him put on this pedestal due to who he is.
"The Malfoys have money, and Draco knows how to use that to his advantage. The Slytherins would blindly follow him anywhere. All because they want what he's got. Money, power, and the fear he can put in people just by one look. Although I think the girls follow him for another reason as well, don't you think so Miss Granger?" Dumbledore said with that twinkle in his eyes. When Hermione blushed to a red colour he chuckled, but then turned serious.
"Please Miss Granger. We wouldn't ask if this was not all that it is." The girl in front of them gave a deep sigh and then nodded shortly.
"Fine." She said, "I'll do it, but remember, -If he does anything, -and I mean anything I'm out! Okay?" They silently nodded towards her and she then stood up, nodded, and left the room to tell a certain Draco Malfoy, also known as the Slytherin King and now also the new Head boy, these highly unpleasant news.
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"Malfoy!" A female voice brought his attention away from the book he was reading and he looked up annoyed at the source of the noise.
"What do you want mudblood?" His bored voice showed what he thought about being interrupted like that.
"Don't you 'mudblood' me Malfoy! You know damned well that I'm better than that pug faced dog you happened to call your girlfriend." Her voice was calm and determent, she didn't give a damn about what he called her. She knew she was way better than many other witches and wizards about three times her age. He had to give her that.
But, -pug faced dog? Pansy?! Okay, so she looked a little weird, but she was a pureblood, though how her relatives really were related had always been a hot topic behind closed doors. But still! Pug faced? She really looked so bad?
"And yet, I have to be the one to do this..." The girl in front of him seemed so disgusted by the idea that she unwillingly caught his attention.
Anything to make her fell like that, must surely be real good.
"The one to have to do what Granger?" Surprised, she looked up at him and their eyes met for a brief second. The surprised look in her eyes was soon replaced with one of anger and disgust.
"The one who has to tell you that the headmaster and professor McGonagall have asked me, no, -ordered me is more like it, to tell you that we are to move out of our dorms and in to a common one. To 'unite the two houses' they said." She closed her eyes in disgust and when she opened them again, she waited for his reaction.
He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. He was to move out of his dorm, and in to one that he had to share with her?! Although... It couldn't be all that bad to know the Gryffindor secrets...
"Get your mind out of the gutter Malfoy, and don't get any ideas! We will have to share a common room, but we'll have separate bedrooms protected by high guarding spells to whom only the headmaster will know." Damned! What was she? A mind reader? Wait a second...
"And exactly what kind of ideas would that be Granger?" He smirked at her, and she looked pretty shocked and angry.
"What... What are you saying Malfoy? You know very well what kind of ideas I'm talking about." This made his smirk even wider, and he looked her straight in the eyes.
"Why Granger, I didn't know you wanted me that bad... A shame that you have yet to learn that I never associate with the likes of you." Her cheeks were now a deep shade of red, and her eyes looked like they were on fire.
She leaned close to Draco and with a voice cold as ice, and filled with hatred, she whispered;
"Don't worry Malfoy. I wouldn't dream of getting that close to you. I'd rather be close with a dead animal than you." And with that she left the library and the table he was sitting at. Stunned he looked after her when she left.
"I take that as a challenge Granger. I'll have you remember those words before I'm through with you. And that's a promise." Had she seen that look on his face, she would run away screaming and tell Dumbledore everything. Luckily, she didn't.
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Well outside the library doors Hermione let out an expiated sigh and slowed down. Why did she let him get to her like that? He was an annoying, spoilt brat with nothing more in mind than his own personal gain and interests. So exactly why did he have to look like the kind of guy almost every girl at Hogwarts, or anywhere for that matter, would love to date? But not Hermione Granger. She'd rather spend the night with a basilisk than to date him.
At least, that's what she kept telling herself as she walked towards the Gryffindor common room.