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?
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Chapter 2.
"Malfoy! Get your disgusting clothes out of my bathroom!" Hermione Grangers voice reached Draco out in the common room where he was comfortably positioned on one of the couches. But when her voice reached him he closed his eyes, clearly irritated and shouted back;
"It's my bathroom to Granger!" A noise from just that direction forced him to lazily open one eye and look at a very unwelcome roommate if you could really say that. When he saw who it was, he closed his eye again.
"Yes, I know that very well Malfoy, -but... Do you have to leave your boxers on the floor?" That comment almost made him flush, but as he was one of the very few who could control this, he didn't show it, and instead gave her a lazy drawl.
"If it bothers you so much Granger, then why don't you pick them up?" A cry of rage nearly made him chuckle and he opened both eyes and looked at his room mates raging form.
"I won't touch your filthy clothes!" Just hearing that comment should have made him angry, but right now he was all to amused to be offended.
"Then don't bother about them. I don't, so why should you?" She threw her hands up and left the common room as she took the stairs up for some privacy and to change clothes in her room.
His eyes followed her every move until she was out of sight, and right before he heard her slam the door closed, he called out to her.
"Oh, and Granger... Don't forget about the prefects meeting later today..." She yelled something harsh towards him, and then slammed the door so hard he thought he felt the couch moving. As she was gone, he sighed and then got up, and left for his own room to prepare for the next prefect meeting.
"Okay listen up everybody!" Dracos voice was harsh, and he expected everybody to listen to him when he talked, at least right mow. They were supposed to listen to the head boy and girl, but right now all they did was chatting avidly with each other. The girl next to him sighed and then stood up to take charge of everything. And take charge she did, in a way that actually surprised him, -and everybody else in the room to apparently.
"This is it!" All the prefects and the head boy looked surprised at eachother and then looked back at her.
"I can't take this anymore! You are supposed to be the most mature and responsible persons in your houses and your year, and yet, here you all are, talking to eachother like a group of five year olds! And about what?! I'll tell you, about what! About what you're going to wear at the Halloween ball Dumbledore wants us to arrange. But let me just tell you one thing. If you don't pull you're self together, there won't be a ball to dress up for!" Hermione took a deep breath and then sat down in her place again, already going through the papers for the ball that Dumbledore had given her and then looked up at them again.
"Now listen up everybody. As wished, it will be a masquerade ball, but that is all that has been decided. There is the regular Halloween feast, but the younger years will have that private somewhere here at Hogwarts." She paused and looked at all the prefects, waiting for an answer.
"But... Hermione exactly what years count to the younger years?" She thought about the answer a while, actually not knowing the answer when Draco cut in.
"If you haven't heard anything about it, then you're not a part of the younger years." They slowly nodded, and then a slow smile could bee seen on everybody's faces. They were not a part of the younger years.
"I would say that every year with prefects is not a part of the younger years.
The prefects meeting continued and their duties were given out at the end of the meeting. Some of the prefects growled, and one of them furrowed his brows and interrupted the others.
"Wait a minute. Why are the Head boy and girl not once patrolling together? We have to patrol with everybody from every house, but the two of you are not even once patrolling together. Why is that?" Nobody seemed to be able to answer, so he spoke up again.
"I say we take a vote!" His eyes were shining and he had a devilish smirk on his lips. Hermione recognised him as one of the Hufflepuff fifth year prefects named Liam O'Connor.
"A vote about what exactly?" Her voice didn't waver one bit, though she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to know the answer to that question.
"About what she says! I'll tell you about what. About the Head boy and girl patrolling together each time of course! You're supposed to be a role model to the rest of the students, remember?" Both Draco and Hermione froze, and refused to look at eachother.
"Those in favour of the suggestion say I!" Horrified Hermione closed her eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream and that she would soon wake up.
"I!" She slowly opened her eyes, and saw that all the prefects had been in favour for the suggestion. She threw Ginevra Weasley, a good friend of hers, an icy glare and then looked at Liam.
"And the suggestion is through it seems." Numbly they told everyone that the meeting was over, and walked back to their common room, putting as much distance between them as possible. They refused to talk to eachother; they even refused to look at eachother until they reached the portrait.
Flashback
Dumbledore smiled at the two students walking towards him, though they looked as if the world was ending.
"Ah, miss Granger, Mr Malfoy! Come with me and I'll show you to your new dorm. All your things have already been brought there." They slowly nodded, and as they walked they noticed that the corridor they were being led through had not been there before.
"Professor Dumbledore... This corridor was not here earlier today, I should know, my class was just down that hall." Hermione's voice died out, and the headmaster just smiled at them.
"Oh, that is because you were not supposed to see it then. Now, those you want to be able to visit will be able to se this corridor, but he others will not." She was just about to respond when they all of a sudden stood in front of the most beautiful painting she had ever seen. It was a painting full of animals in all sizes and shapes, but four of them stood out from the rest. A raven flew high over the others, but unlike the others no the painting, this one glimmered in blue, and she all of a sudden knew that it was the Ravenclaw raven. A badger was a little different from the rest, and of course, it stood for Hufflepuff. The Slytherin snake was shown lying at a rock down in a corner, and in the middle of the painting were, the Gryffindor lion.
"Password!" She thought she heard someone say something, but she was mesmerized by the painting and whispered to herself;
"Narnia..." Unfortunately Dumbledore heard her and nodded.
"Alright then! Narnia is the new password." She looked up, and found Dumbledore smiling down at her, and Malfoys angry stare.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you alone to settle in then. See you tonight at dinner." Then he was gone.
"What is Narnia, and why on earth did you pick that as our new password?!" She looked over at him, and then went in to their new common room.
"Very nice, though I have to say that some of the colours could have been changed... To, shall we say gold and red?" He looked angry, and then sat down on a Slytherin coloured couch.
"Just tell me what this Narnia thing is so I can ignore you for the rest of the day." She took a deep breath, realising that this would not be an easy thing to do. Sharing a common room with him and all.
"Narnia is a country. Or, it is a country created by a muggle author called C.S. Lewis. In that country, or in that world I should say, all the animals can speak, and are bigger than other animals. This country, Narnia, is a part of a bigger world, and in Narnia there is this great lion called Aslan. He created the world and gave all the animals their ability to speak. I just came to think of it when I saw the painting that's it, and I didn't mean for anyone to hear me..." He just nodded and then left the room.
End flashback!
"Narnia" She said in a low voice, and they stepped in, not even turning to look around, just going to their bedrooms to be alone and to think of a way out of this.
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