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: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed; and I'm glad you all knew where the title of the last chapter was from…if you didn't, quite frankly I'd be worried. Another chapter for y'all is coming up. And this chapter will probably have most of the lines and lyrics from Popular; there's just no way around that song.

Chapter Six: Galinda Takes Center Stage

The three girls reached their dormitory right as the bell tolled for curfew. "I wonder if Nessa made it home in time." Elphaba said.

Galinda smiled. "Oh, don't worry! I'm sure she's fine." She opened her small change purse and dug through it until she found the key to their room. As she tried the lock, Elphaba took off the hat and went to hand it back to Galinda. The girl looked at it for a moment, before opening the door. "Keep it; it's looks cute on you." She said, smiling. Elphaba looked at Hermione, who shrugged.

They entered the room. "We should have lit candles before we left." Galinda bemoaned. She moved the switch for the lights, but nothing happened. "We don't have any oil in the lanterns." She pouted.

Hermione moved over to her. "Here, let me try." She said. Galinda looked a bit confused, but moved away to allow Hermione access to the switch. Hermione pulled out her wand and whispered a spell. The feed to the oil lamps hissed, and the room became bright. "You were turning it the wrong way." Hermione told Galinda. Galinda seemed mollified by that and moved to her side of the room to run a brush through her hair. Elphaba looked at Hermione peculiarly, before neatly folding the hat and putting it onto one of her shelves. Hermione slipped out of the heels Galinda had let her borrow, and gave them back to the blonde, before sitting down on her cot; she could already feel the blisters on her feet.

Elphaba smiled slightly, and Galinda started to laugh. She turned to Elphaba, before sitting down on her pink, frilly bed. "That was your first party…ever?" she asked, suddenly in hysterics.

"Do funerals count?" Elphaba asked, sitting on her own bed. Hermione couldn't stop the smile she felt tugging at the corners of her mouth. Galinda, still laughing, motioned Hermione to move her cot so that she was between the two peculiar girls.

"That was your very first party!" Galinda squealed, jumping over Hermione's moving cot to grab Elphaba's hands. "I know! Let's tell each other something we've never told anyone!" Elphaba looked reluctant, but Galinda had already started. "Fiyero and I are going to be married!" She let out an odd sound between a bark and a giggle. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" She asked.

Elphaba looked a little sick. "He's asked you already?"

"No, he doesn't know yet." Galinda said, her fit of giggles subsiding. "Now you tell me a secret!" She demanded.

Elphaba looked over at Hermione. "Shouldn't Hermione go, too?" Galinda looked at Hermione, before looking back at Elphaba.

"I've known Hermione longer than I've known you, Miss Elphaba!" she teased, before pouting. "Come on." She smiled cheekily when Elphaba just stared at her. "I know you want to." Elphaba bit her lower lip.

"Like what?" she asked, finally giving in.

Galinda dove under the green girl's pillow. "Like why do you always sleep with this funny, little, green bottle under your pillow?" she asked, holding up the bottle so Hermione could see it. Elphaba's lips pursed together.

"Give that back!" she demanded, her voice low.

Galinda pouted. "Come on! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

Elphaba finally grabbed the bottle away from Galinda. "It was my mother's. That's all."

Galinda was silent for a moment, before her face slackened. "It's not fair." Hermione thought the blonde was showing a strand of compassion, but her hope quickly died with the next uttered sentence of: "I told you a really good one."

Elphaba was quiet for a moment. "My father hates me." Galinda gasped and Hermione started to stand. The green girl rolled her eyes. "No, that's not the secret."

"Oh." Both girls said together.

"The secret is…it's my fault."

"What is?" Galinda asked. She looked at Hermione for support, but didn't get any. She sat down on Hermione's bed and started to play with the other girl's hair. Hermione rolled her eyes, annoyed, but didn't say anything; she wanted to hear what Elphaba had to say.

"That my sister is the way she is." She paused to get her breath, and she held the bottle fondly. She turned to the others, but looked directly at Hermione, not Galinda. "You see, when my mother was carrying Nessa, my father was worried that the new baby would come out…well…"

"Green." All three said together. Elphaba nodded.

"So he made my mother chew milk flowers, day and night. But that made Nessa come too soon, with her little legs all tangled. And my mother…never woke up. None of which ever would have happened if not for me." She finished in a rush. Galinda stopped braiding Hermione's thick hair and got up to go to Elphaba's side.

"But that was the milk flowers' fault; not yours." She took the other girl's hand in her own. Hermione sat up and went to the other side of the bed, slightly worried by the put-off look on Elphaba's face. "That may be your secret, Elphaba, but that doesn't make it true." Her sympathy died as she caught sight of the sun coming up outside of their window. "Oh look! It's tomorrow!" she exclaimed. Both Elphaba and Hermione turned to the window. "And Elphie…do you mind if I call you Elphie?" she asked, having only used the nickname when alone.

Elphaba made a face. "It's a little…perky."

"You should have heard the nickname she wanted to use for me." Hermione whispered. Elphaba finally cracked a smile again.

"And you can call me…Galinda!" Elphaba opened her mouth to comment, but Galinda stood up. "Elphie – now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project."

Elphaba's eyes widened, and she shook her head. She pulled Hermione fully onto the bed for support. "You really don't have to do that."

Galinda smiled and jumped off the bed. "I know – that's what makes me so nice." To Hermione's horror, Galinda began to sing. "Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I – and let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I? – my tender heart tends to start to bleed." She looked at herself in the large mirror on the opposite wall. "And when someone needs a makeover I simply have to take over. I know…" She turned to Elphaba and smiled, taking Elphaba's hand as if to console her. Elphaba seemed to believe Galinda had gone insane; Hermione shared the same sentiment. "I know exactly what they need. And even in your case…" she took off Elphaba's glasses. She looked at Hermione, who shook her head quickly. "…though it's the toughest case I've yet to face, don't worry I'm determined to succeed. Follow my lead and yes indeed you will be…

"Popular!" Hermione and Elphaba both let out a groan. "You're gonna be popular! I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys little ways to flirt and flounce!" she noticed the shoes Hermione had borrowed, and let out a small squeak. She seemed, in Hermione's opinion, to do that a lot. "I'll show you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair, everything that really counts to be popular! I'll help you be popular! You'll hang with the right cohorts, you'll be good at sports, know the slang you've got to know, so let's start….cause you've got an awfully long way to go…"

"She's gone completely mad." Hermione whispered. Elphaba nodded, watching Galinda jump onto the bed behind them. She hugged Elphaba tightly, smiling.

"Don't be offended by my frank analysis; think of it as personality dialysis. Now that I've chosen to become a pal, a sister, and advisor, there's nobody wiser. Not when it comes to popular! I know about popular!" she jumped off the bed, looking like a woman on a mission. A very insane mission. "And with an assist from me to be who you'll be, instead of dreary who you were…" she made a face, "…well, are, there's nothing that can stop you from becoming populer…lar…"

Galinda started to dance, humming to herself, as she went over to her vanity. She picked up two bottles of lipstick and brought them back over to Elphaba's bed. "We're gonna make you popular!" She giggled, as Hermione picked the lighter of the two shades of red. Galinda uncapped it and moved over to Elphaba. "When I see depressing creatures with unprepossessing features I remind them on their own behalf to think…." She managed to get the lipstick onto Elphaba, who tried to wipe it off, but Galinda slapped her hand away, holding the lipstick up triumphantly. "…celebrated heads of state or especially great communicators; did they have brains or knowledge?" Both Hermione and Elphaba went to respond, but Galinda just giggled. "Don't make me laugh! They were popular – please! It's all about popular. It's not about aptitude; it's the way you're viewed, so it's very shrewd to be very, very popular like me!" She turned went over to her side of the room, and waved Elphaba to stand up. Elphaba did as she was told, Hermione staying put.

"This is never going to work." Elphaba promised. Galinda waved a hand at Elphaba.

"Oh Elphie, you mustn't think that way anymore! You're whole life is going to change, and it's all because of me!" she clapped her hands together. "I'm going to teach you how to flip your hair!" she exclaimed.

"What?" Hermione whispered to herself. She saw Elphaba's shoulders rise and fall in a silent shrug.

Galinda flipped her hair. "Flip, flip, see? Or you can use your hands," she demonstrated, "or you can even use you're whole body." She demonstrated that as well, and nearly toppled over. Hermione had to rush over to grab her so the petite blonde could stay on her feet. Galinda smiled, before grabbing her training wand from the mess of things on her bed. She cleared her throat. "I will now transform your simple frock into a ball gown." She waved the wand around, before pointing it at Elphaba. "Ball gown!" Nothing happened. Elphaba held her frock and closed her eyes. "Ball gown!" Nothing. "Ball gown!" Frustrated, Galinda tapped the wand on the heel of her shoes. "Is this thing on?"

Elphaba opened her eyes. "Do you want me to try?" she asked.

Galinda smiled. "No, no, I've got it…ball gown!" Hermione sighed, ready to just transform Elphaba's dress by herself. But Galinda threw the wand over her head, nearly hitting Hermione in the process. "Oh, keep the frock! It's pretty!" She pulled a pink flower clip out of her hair. "And now, for the finishing touch…" She put the flower into Elphaba's hair and back up, in awe. "Ooohhhh…pink goes good with green!" she said, picking up a mirror. "Why, Miss Elphaba, look at you! You're beautiful!"

Elphaba looked at her reflection in the mirror, before pulling away from Hermione and Galinda. "I have to go." She said, running out of the room.

"You're welcome." Galinda said after a long pause. She was about to sing again, Hermione knew. She turned to Galinda and handed her the wand back.

"I'll go find her." She said.

"She's probably in the bathroom." Galinda said. Hermione nodded. She started out of the room, before coming back in, feeling a little sheepish. Galinda was laying upside down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. "It's the fourth door on the right on the floor below us." She said, not even looking at Hermione.

"Thank you." Hermione said. She picked up the little green bottle from where it had fallen to on the floor, before heading out in search of Elphaba.