Title: Time Warped
Author: Aerohead
Email: in my profile
Website: In my profile
Pairing: Possible Hermione/Ron, Fiyero/Elphaba, Fiyero/Glinda
Rating: "T"
Disclaimer/Dedication: JK Rowling and Gregory Maguire have created a wonderful universe which I am now destroying.
Warning: If you want to keep your brain cells, I suggest skimming this and hoping you don't lose a lot. Also, there may be some spoilers for Broadway fans, though I'm not too sure.
Genre: Humor, Action/Adventure
Summary: Hermione gets distracted while trying to learn how to apparate, and sends Ron, Harry, and herself not only into another world, but another time period. Can two young sorceresses help her to get home before the spell cannot be reversed?
Author's Notes: Thanks to the reviewers, who…well, reviewed me. To J, this is set right, smack dab in the center of dancing through life, and, if I actually get ambition enough to keep writing, it will go until after I'm Not That Girl. If you have any questions, comments, plot musings, or suggestions of good asylums, please tell me by reviewing.
Chapter Two: Party Favors
Hermione looked around the room she was sitting in. Her cot – if it could actually be called a cot – was small and lumpy, sitting in the far corner of the room, near Galinda's rack of shoes. The other side of the room seemed so…bare in comparison. Hermione stood, going over to Elphaba's side of the room silently. She shivered as she realized just how bare this side of the room was, before she saw the stack of books.
She picked up the top book and looked at the cover. In curving silver letters read The Wizard of Oz's Guide to Sorcery. "The Wizard of Oz?" said Hermione to herself. Her brows knitted together and she opened the front cover.
There was a knock on the door, and she slammed the book down. "Hermione, Could you be a dear and get this door for me?" Galinda called from the other side. Hermione made sure the book was put exactly where it had been, before she went over to the door and opened it. Galinda stood holding a large pile of clothing. Behind her was the brunette boy from earlier, also holding a few selected skirts, blouses, and dresses.
Galinda flashed Hermione a smile before putting her pile of clothing down on top of the cot. "There." She sighed, wiping her hands together. She turned to Hermione with a smile. "Madame Morrible had these clothes made for you." She went over to the clothing the boy was wearing and took them. She held them out for Hermione's digression. The bottoms of the skirts pooled at the floor. "And while Master Boq was being so kind as to ask Miss Nessarose to the party tonight, I decided it would be fortu…for…it would be a good idea to see if I could find something for you to wear tonight, as well."
Hermione looked confused. "Oh, but I'm not going to go to any parties. I wasn't invited."
"Well, now you are. It was my idea in the first place." The brunette said with a shrug. Galinda smiled at him fondly, before turning back to Hermione.
"See, if Fiyero Tigular says you can go, than you can obviously come." She winked, her blue eyes twinkling. "Now come, which should you wear?"
"Excuse me, but can I please get through this corridor? I'd like to get to my sister's room in a timely fashion." Elphaba's voice cut into the room. Fiyero made to turn around, but Galinda grabbed him and pulled him into the room sharply. The green spectre went by the door in a rush, and Galinda let out a sigh of relief.
Hermione felt her stomach lurch. All she wanted was to find a charm that could help explain why they had ended up where they were instead of in Hogsmede. She scrambled for any thread of courage that would help her get out of this party.
"I-I don't have a date." She finally managed. Fiyero considered this for a few moments, but Galinda huffed.
"What about Master Ron; that red-headed boy you were with earlier."
"Ron…?" Hermione said, her eyes wide. Fiyero smiled at Galinda and nodded.
"He would fit in one of my suits; I'll let him borrow one and send for another from my parents." He said, starting out the door.
Galinda watched him go, her eyes glazed over. "Isn't he perfect?"
"Oh, yes. Perfect." Hermione said, her tone mildly sarcastic. She was getting increasingly annoyed with the whole situation, and Galinda's help was only making it worse. Galinda turned on Hermione and forced the garments into her hands.
"Now, we must do something about that hair."
"What about my hair?" Hermione asked, setting the clothing neatly down on Galinda's bed. The blonde girl looked up from her vanity and shook her head.
"Put those things on Miss Elphie's bed; she can return whatever you don't wear to Miss Nessarose later on." She picked up a brush and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out a pink party dress and laid it on her bed, before going over to Hermione. She looked at the dresses and skirts/blouse combinations placed out, and pointed at a long black skirt and a white blouse. "I think that would look pretty on you." She said, before pulling Hermione over to her bed. Hermione sat down on it, while Galinda knelt behind her on the bed. "You and Miss Nessarose have the same complexion, and I gather she's about your height, give or take an inch or so, so I thought it would be good for you to borrow something of hers." Here, Galinda sniffed and pulled on Hermione's curly hair; Hermione could barely suppress a yelp of pain. "Poor dear; I feel so terribly, what with being the way she is…and having to put up with Miss Elphaba being the way she is." Galinda sighed, before leaning back. "Oh, wear your hair down; it's pretty." She said encouragingly.
Hermione was allowed to sit up again. Galinda bounced off of the bed and started to change. Hermione sighed and slipped off her robe, before she, too, started to change.
A short time later there was a knock on the door. The door creaked open, and two girls stood there. "Pfannee! Shen Shen!" Galinda cried. She smiled as her friends entered and looked at Hermione. "This is Hermione Granger, the girl who came from the sky this morning."
"Oh, right." Said the darker girl, obviously not impressed. "The one with those two…boys."
"I thought the dark haired boy was cute." Said the red haired girl.
"You would."
"Oh, Shen Shen." Galinda sighed, before letting out a small giggle. Hermione amused herself with buttoning up the blouse. Pfannee, the red head, started to look through Galinda's things as Galinda motioned Shen Shen over to her.
"Zip me up?" she asked. The other girl complied. Pfannee let out a shriek, and Galinda straightened, confused. Hermione looked over, fascinated. The other girl was holding a black hat by the point.
"What is this?" She asked with disgust. Galinda grabbed the hat, her look apologetic.
"Isn't it revolitfying? My granny made it for me, and I don't hate anyone enough to give it to." She looked down at the hat with mild fondness.
Pfannee and Shen Shen looked at each other. "Yes, you do." They said together.
Galinda looked up, confused, before something dawned on her. She shook her head. "No, I couldn't."
"Yes you could." Shen Shen said.
"It would be too mean." The door opened and Elphaba stormed into the room. Galinda hid the hat behind her back. Hermione's brain started to put small pieces of this puzzle together.
"Listen, Galinda, Nessa and I were talking about you just now." Galinda looked at Pfannee and Shen Shen, who nodded their approval. Galinda licked her lips as she held out the hat, as Elphaba's attention was drawn to Hermione.
"And I was just talking about you!" Elphaba turned back to Galinda, more than slightly shocked. "I thought you might want to wear this hat to the party tonight." Hermione's brain suddenly put the pieces together to make such a terrifying picture that she let out a slight gasp of surprise. "….so, here, out of the goodness of my heart." Galinda sent Elphaba a winning smile, and Elphaba seemed undecided. She looked at Hermione, who was lost in thought, before looking away.
Galinda and her friends cackled with delight. Hermione stared at them, before her jaw set and she stormed out of the room. She caught sight of the dark haired girl in front of her, and tried to catch up. "Miss Elphaba?"
"You're wearing my sister's clothes." Elphaba said as she turned to Hermione.
"She let me borrow them." Hermione said, and it was true…slightly. Elphaba looked at her and she drew in a breath. "Look, Galinda and her friends are playing some kind of horrible joke on you, and –"
"Hermione, are you ready, dear?" Galinda called as she and her friends stepped out of the room. Hermione looked between Galinda and Elphaba, undecided.
"Go." Elphaba said, nodding to Galinda. "I know what I'm doing." She turned and walked down the hall, the hat clutched in her hands. Galinda ran up to Hermione and steered her away.
"We mustn't keep the boys waiting, Miss Hermione." She said. Her eyes brightened. "Oh, can we call you Miss 'Mione?" she asked.
"I'd rather you didn't." Hermione said, looking back over her shoulder at the green girl as she was lead down the steps.