Title: Time Warped

Author: Aerohead

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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: I know I won't be able to write a chapter tomorrow; I'm going to New York City to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, so I'm leaving here around 8 in the morning and won't be home until 3 Friday morning. Keep the reviews coming, and I'll try to keep up with the chapters; I don't know if I'll be able to write two chapters Friday, but I'll try.

Chapter Four: OZdust Glitter

Hermione was getting bored, and she had only been at the Ballroom for about an hour. Ron had gone off to get some punch, and Harry was with Boq, trying to strike up a conversation with Nessarose. She sighed as the music swelled around her, and people dressed in black and white swirled around her, making her feel dizzy.

"Here's your punch." Ron said as he pushed through the dance floor. He nearly tripped, and some of the punch spilt on Hermione's black skirt. "Sorry…lucky thing it was black, huh?" he asked, grinning at her. He handed her the punch that hadn't been spilled as the music cut off sharply.

Madame Morrible stood at the threshold of the ballroom. People whispered to each other, and Galinda looked at Fiyero nervously. "Miss Upland?" Madame Morrible called, her voice overly pleasant. Hermione scowled; she did not like this fish-like woman at all.

Galinda came out from behind Fiyero. "Madame Morrible…what are you doing here?" she demanded sweetly.

Madame Morrible produced a small silver wand from her lengths of fabric. "I have something for you."

Galinda gasped and took the wand reverently. "…a training wand? Madame, how can I express my gratitution?" she asked.

"She's a witch?" Hermione said, her mouth nearly hanging open.

"She's something, all right." Ron said. His ears turned pink when Hermione glared at him.

Madame Morrible shook her head, starting out of the ballroom slowly. "Oh, don't thank me. This was your roommate's idea, not mine."

Ron looked at Hermione with surprise. "Oh, not me!" she said, shaking her head in disgust.

"Elphaba?" Galinda asked Madame Morrible, looking horribly uncertain of herself for the first time.

Madame Morrible nodded. "Miss Elphaba requested that I included you in sorcery class. She insisted I tell you this very night or she would quit the seminar."

"So that's where she was headed." Hermione said to herself. She suddenly felt terrible about the impending humiliation. She looked at the door of the ballroom and a small flicker of hope rose. Maybe she wouldn't come to the ballroom, and she'd be spared humiliation.

"Why?" Galinda asked, grabbing Madame Morrible before she left.

"I have no idea." Madame Morrible sighed as she turned back to Galinda. "My personal opinion is that you do not have what it takes. Prove me wrong." She started out the door and turned back. "I doubt you will."

Galinda stared out the door, playing with her training wand. Fiyero looked at Ron, who shrugged, as confused as the Winkie prince. Fiyero sucked in a breath, before moving behind Galinda and wrapping his arms around her. "What is it?" he asked when she tensed in his grasp.

She looked down sadly. "I got what I wanted." He kissed her lightly.

"Then what's the problem?"

She smiled as she turned to face him. "Nothing."

"Good." He tugged her onto the dance floor. "Let's dance."

Ron watched them longingly. Hermione downed her punch, before turning to Ron. "Would you like to dance?" she asked.

"Uh…" Ron stared at her, surprised by her forwardness. She smiled and helped him put down his punch glass, and pulled him to the dance floor. They danced together slowly, out of step with the rest of the music, and they kept dancing when the others around them started to giggle and talk behind her back. Hermione only looked up when she heard Fiyero bark out:

"Who in OZ is that?" She looked up and gasped.

"Oh, no." she whispered to herself.

Ron looked up, too. "Sweet Merlin!" he cried out, startled as he stared at the green girl. Hermione started to look around for Harry, and caught him pushing his way from behind them towards Elphaba.

Galinda pushed Fiyero away. "It's my roommate…please don't stare."

"How can you help it?" Fiyero asked, his tone mirthful. Elphaba looked around, holding her hat in her hands. She put it back on resolutely before she started to dance by herself. Harry finally made it to the front of the crowd, but Hermione grabbed him, her eyes glued on Galinda and Fiyero.

"Wait."

"Wait? She's making a spectacle of herself out there!" Harry squawked.

"Well, I'll say this: she doesn't give a twig about what anyone else thinks." Fiyero said, his eyes focused only on Elphaba.

Galinda's blue eyes lost their sparkle. "Of course she does…she just pretends not to."

"Come on…" Hermione said. "Show some humanity!" she whispered.

"…I feel awful."

"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed quietly. Harry and Ron looked at her curiously.

"Why should you, it's not like it's your fault." Fiyero said. Galinda pulled away from him, excusing herself.

She walked up to Elphaba and the green girl stopped dancing. "May I cut in?" Galinda asked. Elphaba stopped, an eyebrow raised. She nodded to the dance floor, and Galinda started to dance as horribly as Elphaba had been. The others at the ballroom started to whisper to each other, before they, too, started to dance. Hermione let go of Harry.

They squeezed through the crowd, until they were next to Elphaba, Galinda, and Fiyero. "Ron! Harry!" Fiyero called, waving to them.

"This is Hermione." Ron said. Fiyero nodded as he kissed her hand.

"I saw you this morning."

"She's my other roomie." Galinda said happily. Elphaba smiled, and Hermione was surprised to see how odd it seemed on the other girl's face.

"Elphaba?" Hermione said. The green girl turned. "These are my friends, Harry and Ron."

"It's nice to meet you." Harry said, shaking her hand.

"Have you always been green?" Ron blurted. Hermione scowled at him.

"Yes." Elphaba said stiffly. She smiled at Harry. "It's nice to meet you too."

Galinda smiled. "Well, this is a nice party." She said. "But it's getting late. Hermione, Elphaba, will you please accompany me back to our dormitory at Shiz?" she asked. Before either could answer, she was dragging them out of the door and into a carriage leading back to Shiz and away from the noise and glitter of the OZdust Ballroom.