Summary - D/Hr. Transported into a new home and time with a family of her own, Hermione experiences a new life that could be hers to keep…if she can accept it and carry it out where she rightfully belongs. She learns of true love and life and the pains and joys that come with it….but in a place where she doesn't belong. Please RR!

A/N – Ok – this is my first story ever so please review and tell me what you think. I have already written the first few chapters but am editing them so tell me if you like the beginning and I will continue to post. Italics are thoughts by the way. Enjoy!

Disclaimer - Nothing of this is mine – all belongs to JK Rowling.


Somewhere I belong by Mocha Dragon

Chapter 1 - Warmth

-February 5, 1998-

"Stupid Malfoy!" Hermione fumed, while wading out deeper into the lake. There was no sign of the Giant Squid thankfully, which tempted the hot and bothered Head Girl to take off her shoes, robes and stockings and leave her bookbag and wand on the grass to cool down after a heated argument with Head Boy – Draco Malfoy.

"Can't get anything right and then blames it on me! The nerve of the stupid twitchy ferret" Hermione mumbled, splashing her arm into the water in indignation. The water, in retaliation, flew onto the irritated Head Girl making her scream out in frustration. Her bushy hair was now slopped with liberal amounts of salty-smelling water and had started to frizz, to the annoyance of Hermione.

"Is everything against me?" she screamed, her rage filling her again as she remembered the way Malfoy treated her and the foul names he called her. You're a worthless mudblood – not even worth my time.

Mudblood.

Mudblood.

Mudblood.

Mudblood.

Malfoy's sneering voice echoed loudly in Hermione's head, repeating the dreaded word.

"I hate him!" she seethed to herself, viciously hoping he would drop dead the next time he attempted to gloat at her. That would wipe the self-assured smirk off his pale, pointed face for good, Hermione crowed in amusement. Already she was feeling calmer imagining Malfoy's doom.

"Hey Granger!"

Hermione looked up from the water, brushing her frizzy hair aside to see said person, leaning against a tree coolly with a smirk on his face.

"Malfoy" she growled to herself before turning her back to him and wading even deeper into the lake, determined to ignore the slimy ferret and his confident smirk.

"Hey mudblood! Get back here!" Malfoy yelled clearly annoyed, making Hermione childishly congratulate herself for at getting revenge…even if it was small before seething at his boldness of calling her that name when he was Head Boy.

Hermione waded as far as she dared, her skirt already darkened around the edges by the lukewarm water.

Trying to calm herself, she stood there, pretending not to hear his increasingly annoyed yells.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

The words repeated over and over again, dizzying her and yet, making her even more angry. She could hear his annoying voice calling her. She tried to block it out and stuffed her fingers in her ears in a vain attempt to stop his persistent yells.

All she could see was red. Her mind started to blur as her vision faded slowly. She could still hear Malfoy's voice faintly….but it seemed so far away…like a dream.

What's happening?

And then she saw it – the Giant Squid which must've hidden itself while Hermione was in the water, had raised one of its large tentacles and slid it around Hermione's small waist, trapping her.

She looked up in horror to see the Giant Squid squeeze her tighter but strangely felt no pain. There were faint voices in the background that she could just make out if she strained her ears hard enough – Malfoy; he was panicking "Granger! Granger! STUPEFY!"

He's trying to help me Hermione mused and before she knew it, she was swamped in darkness.

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-December 5, 2001-

Warmth. Hermione felt warm in the plethora of blankets and pillows that surrounded her. She pulled them closer, snuggling her cheek into its warmth. It felt strange – firm yet smooth. A strangely comforting sensation, her sleepy mind mused. She rubbed her cheek gently against the smooth material and sighed gently in appreciation.

"Love, what are you doing?" an amused voice sounded in front of her and Hermione abruptly opened her eyes in shock to find her cheek against the naked back of a man.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed in shock, scrambling out of bed and landing hard on her bottom on the cold timber floors.

Wincing, she opened her eyes again to find a small bulge on her stomach. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around it, wondering when she had put on much weight, and looked up to see the worried face of…DRACO MALFOY!!?!?

She groaned; this must be a dream….no – not a dream, a NIGHTMARE!

"Sweetheart?" Draco's voice brought Hermione back to reality and she took a closer look at him.

Not only had his voice changed – it was now warm and worried but his features – he was still as handsome as ever she admitted grudgingly – if not even more, but his blond hair had grown and now flopped casually over his forehead and his eyes were softer with a bluish tinge to them. His features had grown and matured– his face aged so Hermione could tell he was older than the last time she'd seen him. He seemed, perhaps – 20 years old? His face though was still cleanly shaven and smooth…just like his back.

"Uhh yes?" she croaked, not knowing what in Merlin's name was happening. Act – just act and you can get to the bottom of this she promised herself.

Malfoy looked relieved and picked her off the cold floor gently, his muscles rippling under his pale skin.

"You have to take better care of yourself, Hermione, especially when you're with child." He scolded gently, making her eyes widen in horror. I'm pregnant with HIS child? The twitchy ferret of all people! What is happening here? It must be a dream – I would never, in my right mind, sleep with the smarmy git!

"Is something wrong Mione? Did you have a nightmare?" Draco questioned softly, his voice laced with emotion as he tenderly set her on their King sized bed.

Hermione shook her head, confused and scared. What is happening here? Am I going insane? Oh help me Merlin. Instinctively, she laid her head on Malfoy's bare shoulder as a lone tear trickled down her face.

"Love...is everything OK? I love you." He whispered, wrapping his arms around Hermione, making her stiffen then relax slowly in his embrace.

He loves me she thought dazedly, before shutting down her mind and letting the tears fall slowly.

I don't understand anything at all. Why am I with Malfoy? And why is he saying he loves me? We hate each other! And worse yet, why am I pregnant with his child? Why am I here? Why is he so old? What happened before…the giant squid! I wish I was back at Hogwarts. I hate Draco Malfoy!

The tears kept falling and Draco kept his warm arms around her small form, rubbing his hands gently over her arms in a comforting manner.

Her eyes closed and drowsily, she realized Malfoy had set her back beneath all the warm silk sheets and was now kissing her on her forehead as she slowly dozed back into a fitful sleep.


A/N – that's it! Please review – constructive criticism would be nice too!

Next chapter – we find out how Hermione got into the future and Draco's reaction – nothing much….but it will explain all of this! It might be confusing now….but you will understand soon enough – I promise!

-Mocha Dragon.