Okay, I got a bunch of reviews saying that they didn't totally understand. This should clear it up a bit, hopefully.
The classes at Hogwarts weren't exactly different from the modern day ones. Hermione had found two timetables, that had 'Emily' scribbled across the top in handwriting that didn't look like her own. One told her when her classes were, the other was a Head Girl patrol schedule. She was due for duty at eleven o'clock that night. Hermione saw Albus Dumbledore a few times, and was quite amused with his auburn hair. The girl glimpsed Harry a few times, but only got one chance to speak to him. They agreed to meet at the library at eight o'clock. The usual group always surrounded him, and the younger not-yet-dead Sirius liked taunting a pale boy with black hair. Hermione saw something familiar with many people, but couldn't see the similarity. She was frustrated with everything and almost everyone, and retreated into the quiet depths of the library at lunch. Hermione found a bit of parchment and ink, and started writing out what she had gathered.
1- she wrote. Harry, Malfoy and I have gone back in time. We all look slightly different.
2- Sirius is still alive. Hermione resisted the urge to make the full stop into an exclamation mark.
3- Dumbledore is here.
4- Hermione paused, thinking. She sucked the end of her quill before writing, Who is Tom Marvolo Riddle?
Hermione stopped, and tucked the quill and parchment into her robes. The girl strode out of the library and ate some lunch before rushing off to her next class. The rest of the day passed without much more disturbance, but people kept giving Hermione strange looks. She ignored them, and went to the library to meet Harry. He arrived fifteen minutes late. "What kept you?" Hermione asked.
"The others," he said.
"Look," Hermione said, pushing the parchment she had written things on towards him. "I don't understand."
Harry skimmed the page, and leapt to his feet when he read the last paragraph. In this process, the table was knocked over. Some nearby third-years giggled. Harry swore, only to be hit over the head with a feather duster. "HOW DARE YOU USE THAT IMPROPER LANGUAGE IN THIS LIBRARY!" A younger looking Madame Pince was whacking him. "OUT! GET OUT!"
Harry dashed out of the library, followed by a woman slamming a feather duster at his head and a girl trying not to laugh. Once Harry had shaken off Madame Pince, he stood in the corridor muttering more swear words under his breath. Hermione watched in amusement as he shook his head to get rid of all the dust. "Now," he said, after he had finished. "Voldemort."
Hermione nodded, and took out the slip of parchment again. Just then, a tall, pale boy rounded the corridor, caught glimpse of Hermione, and quickened his pace. He tapped her on the shoulder again, and Hermione turned. "You!" she exclaimed.
"Me. Could I- could I have a word with you? In private?" Hermione didn't have to look around at Harry to see his shocked face. She could imagine it all too well. At least he didn't knock over a table again.
Tom led her into an empty classroom, and paced slowly. "What?" Hermione asked him, looking warily at his back.
"Just…oh, forget it. You'd never agree to it. You're in Gryffindor, I'm in Slytherin-"
"What?" Hermione repeated.
"Will you…will you…go…owivme?"
"What?" Hermione was getting tired of repeating the same word.
"Will…you…go…out…with…me…Emily?"
Hermione stared at him.
"Oh forget, it, I knew you wouldn't." Tom dashed towards the door, and his hand was already on the knob when Hermione answered. "Yes."
I am only doing this for my own good, she thought furiously. And for Harry's. but not for Malfreak's. Voldemort can kill him. Hopefully this will help. Otherwise, I'll just dump him. Yes, that seems a good idea- "Really?" Tom interrupted her train of thoughts. "You would?"
"Yes…tomorrow. Midnight. Outside Greenhouse Four."
"You don't have Head Girl duty then?"
"What?" there was the word again.
"Head Girl duty…you know…" Tom pointed at the shiny badge on Hermione's robes.
"Oh!" she cried. "No."
"Good." Tom left the room, a smile tweaking his thin lips. Hermione exited after him, and Harry immediately leapt at her. "What did he want?"
"Just…something."
"What?" That word is being used a lot, Hermione thought.
"He wanted to know if…he could go out with me."
"You said no, right?"
"I said yes."
"WHAT?"
"I said yes because I could maybe weedle a bit of information from him."
"But – but -" Harry spluttered.
"I've already said yes, and I can't cancel out now," Hermione said firmly.
"No," Harry moaned, running his hand through his hair frantically. "N-"
"There you are!" Sirius strode up to them. "James? You feeling all right?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Sure?"
"YES!"
"So why have you got your eyes on Oakly here? Where's the adoring puppy eyes I used to see trained on Evans?"
Hermione had seen enough of these scenes to know what to do. It was bait Sirius was setting, to get on her nerves. The girl took out her wand, and aimed it between his shoulder blades. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Sirius whirled around, smirking. "Protego!"
Hermione glared at him.
"Oakly. Have you forgotten the rules? No magic in the corridors. And-" Sirius placed both hands on his cheeks in mock surprise. "You're Head Girl! Oh no! what have I done! Should I lick your shoes? Or curtsy?"
"Shut up, or I'll give you detention," Hermione snapped. Sirius grinned. "You wouldn't, not with Loverboy here."
"I would."
"Wouldn't."
"Would."
"Wouldn't." Sirius out his wand in his pocked and promptly stuck his fingers in his ears.
"Would."
"I can't hear you!" he said in a singsong voice. Hermione strode up to him and gave a smack on the face. Sirius almost fell over in shock. Hermione stood on tiptoes and put her mouth near his ear. "WOULD!" This time, Sirius did fall over.
"Gah! Oakly, shut your trap for a bit!"
Hermione stuck her tongue out at him, surprising a few fifth years that were passing. This was uncustomary for a Head Girl.
Yay! Thanks to all my reviewers, especially Stargazing Maiden, 'cos you reviewed my story even though you're a Ron/Hermione shipper! You can have erm…a can of Fanta? Pineapple flavour? And a…double scooped chocolate ice-cream with a chocolate flake and chocolate sprinkles? Wow, that should make you really sugar high…
Pixie To Da Rescue- Hi Vanessa. Okie, you can have an ice-cream. I'm giving everyone the same ice-cream. Just see what I gave Stargazing Maiden.
Gardevoir-mages – Wow, you're as sugar hyper as ever. But jeez, that was really weird! Don't forget your ice-creams!
.Nyome.- you were naughty 'cos you were supposed to post my second chapter 'cos I couldn't work out how, remember? But I did it myself! Ha! You can have an ice-cream! Thank you, come again.
Hermione-Potter-52036- You can have an ice-cream, but with a glazed cherry too! I'm feeling generous!
Right. I must calm myself down. I'll just quote my friend Vanessa, or Nesseh Buggeh as we sometimes call her, 'To achieve a complete day of meditation you must have six hours sleep, and six hours meditation, and six hours of sleep while meditating, and finally, six hours of doing something peaceful. Then you will achieve twenty-four hours of complete meditation, which is one day. Ah…
