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: Man, it's been awhile. I'm sorry for not updating, but I had to finish the latest chapter of a different story, I've been writing my own original story, and I've had school. If I ever lag behind with stories badly, seriously leave a comment in my myspace or on my livejournal to remind me. Sometimes I just get so backtracked that I forget about stories. I'm a serious blonde. Well, dirty blonde, anyway. Thanks to all my reviewers, and sorry for the delay. I know I promised I would explain how Hermione knows about the Wizard of Oz in this chapter, but the whole explanation will take more than one chapter.

Chapter Nine: Wake-up Call

There were only two things that could feasibly get Ronald Weasley out of bed before ten o'clock in the morning. One was, of course, Quidditch. The other was the nagging voice of his inner Hermione telling him it was time for school. This nagging voice, however, only appeared when he was asleep in his bed at Hogwarts. As it was, he was asleep, but, because of Hermione's genius, he was no longer in Hogwarts, so he didn't have to listen to the inner nag.

Instead, he was awoken when a wet towel hit him in the face.

The redhead let out a groan of annoyance as he tried in vain to pull himself up out of bed. "Sorry about that." Came Fiyero's voice from across the room. Ron scratched his head, squinting at the other boy.

Fiyero stood in front of his dresser, wearing a pair of white pants. There were little blue…things all along Fiyero's spine and the tops of his arms. What they were, Ron couldn't tell; he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know anyway. The young prince picked out a shirt and pulled it on, before running a hand through his wet hair. "What time is it?" Ron grumbled, standing up stiffly.

Fiyero motioned over to some clothes that had arrived for Ron. "It's time for us…" he looked at himself in the mirror to make sure his hair was perfect, before he flashed his reflection a smile. "…to get to class." He said.

"Class?" asked Ron, obviously not amused.

Fiyero nodded and Ron begrudgingly started to change. "Bloody class…if it's not Hermione it's someone else…" he said to himself.

"Hermione…?" Fiyero asked, his eyes squinted in confusion. They widened suddenly, and his mouth opened in a silent oh. "That brunette with Galinda, right? The…the one…" he snapped as he tried to put into words what he was thinking. "The one with the bushy hair that's friends with Elphaba."

Ron shrugged on his shirt. "Yeah, that's her." Ron scratched his head, ignoring Fiyero's baulk at the state the redhead was in. "How'd you remember?"

Fiyero smirked as he pulled on his own shirt, but he didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed Ron and pulled him out of the room. "To History." He said. He let go of Ron once they reached the main staircase of the boys' dormitories, and when they started towards the History building, Ron quickly lost the Winkie in the crowd.

"Ron, was it?" Ron stopped looking through the crowd to turn around when a voice called his name.

"Uh…" he looked down, "Yeah." He said, his brow furrowed as he looked at the slightly familiar short young man standing next to him. "I'm sorry, I can't -"

"Boq, we met last night; your friend Harry is staying in my room." The Munchkin explained. Ron's face cleared and he nodded.

"Right; Boq; I remember." He said. He started looking through the crowd again, but scowled when he realized Fiyero was out of sight. He let out a small sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh, before turning back to Boq, one red eyebrow raised. "Where's Harry? You didn't go off without him, did you?"

Boq blinked, before smiling nervously and letting out a laugh. "No; Harry has a different class right now, so I brought him there and now I'm going to History."

"'S where I'm headed too." Ron said, somewhat out of synch with the conversation. They started into the classroom together, but Ron quickly broke away once he noticed Fiyero there, talking with the odd green girl from the night before. He looked around before he caught sight of Hermione, waving her hands around in a futile attempt to catch someone's attention. "Trying to swat a fly?" he asked as he walked over.

Hermione put her hands down and pursed her lips. "If you must know, I was trying to have a conversation and then your…friend, there," she nodded to Fiyero, "intervened."

Ron sat down next to her. "Ah, well…"

She shook her head. "Where's Harry?"

"In another class. Why?"

She seemed dazed. "I just need to talk to you after class, that's all. About getting home." She looked around quickly, before letting out a startled yelp as a rather agitated goat walked into their class. Fiyero and Elphaba sat down, looking at each other; Ron and Hermione moved down the bench for them.

"I have something to say, and only little time to say it." The goat said. Hermione and Ron looked at each other; Ron looked positively scared, and Hermione looked nearly as bad. Ron made a small noise in the back of his throat, and was shushed by Elphaba. "This is my last day here at Shiz, as I am no longer permitted to teach." Elphaba shot up in outrage, but the goat held up a paw. Fiyero tugged on Elphaba's arm gently, pulling her back down to the bench. Hermione watched the interactions with sheer fascination.

"Can I borrow a piece of paper and a quill?" she asked one of Galinda's minions – Fanny or something to that extent. The other girl sent her a confused look, but handed her the paper and quill nonetheless. "Thank you." She said. She watched Elphaba for a few moments, before scribbling down neat notes across the page.

"Are you bonkers? There's a talking goat in front of us and you're taking notes?" Ron hissed.

Hermione sighed. "Oh, Ron. Trust me." She said, going back to the paper. Ron rubbed his face with his hand, looking back at the goat.

"…no matter how feebly structured, and even, on occasion, your lunch." The goat looked at Elphaba fondly as Ron's mind tried to process what had just been said without hearing it.

The door slammed open, and the carp woman from the day before rushed in. "Doctor Dillamond I am so dreadfully sorry!" She said, feigning crocodile tears. Elphaba ran her tongue over her teeth, before she jumped up and rushed over to the other woman.

"Madame, we have got to do something!" she pleaded.

The woman shook her head, pushing Elphaba back to her seat. "Miss Elphaba," said the goat, cutting off whatever the older woman had to say. "They can take away my job, but I will continue speaking out." She smiled at him, and nodded. She was harshly pushed away as a group of men dressed in black forced their way over to the goat. One of them nodded to Madame Morrible as he entered.

"Come on, goat." One said, as another grabbed the doctor. Elphaba, horrified, was easily led back to her seat by Fiyero; Hermione watched with an intellect's gaze as she took notes on the whole series of events.

"Miss Elphaba, there is nothing we can do. Please take your seat." Madame Morrible said. She smiled towards the only remaining man, before flouncing out of the room.

The new professor – an ugly man with grotesque hair and an oily grin – beamed at the students. "Good morning, students!" he said, before motioning Madame Morrible back in.

"Good morning, professor!" she answered for the rest of the student body as she carted in a large, covered box.

The professor started to drag on and on about some clock with a dragon on it and invention; Ron was bored. He stared out the window until he heard Elphaba's outrageous bark.

"If this is for his own good, why is he trembling?" Ron realized he, Elphaba, Hermione, and Fiyero were the only ones still sitting on the bench. Everyone else around them had moved over to a caged animal.

"It's a lion cub." Hermione whispered to Ron, but her eyes were glued on Elphaba, as if the green girl was Hermione's new favorite book.

The professor looked up at Elphaba, unblinking. "He's just excited to be here." He explained as one would a child. Elphaba's jaw set, and she turned to Fiyero.

"This is getting out of hand." Hermione said, her eyes finally leaving her roommate.

"Really?" Ron asked, rolling his eyes. "What's he going on about, with a talking lion?"

Hermione bit her lip as she considered the situation for a moment. "Ron, do you remember that movie we had to watch last year in Muggle Studies?"

"…movie…?" Ron repeated, obviously not remembering. Hermione huffed.

"The moving pictures that told a story? We used a projector your father had to watch it?"

Ron's eyes lit up. "OH! A moving picture!" he said, laughing. "The one with the girl in black and white? Yeah, I remember it."

Hermione's eye twitched. "It was in sepia tone." She said, before pushing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. "Yes, that. Well, I think we may be stuck in a time before that movie with the villain of the movie."

Ron's jaw looked as if it were about to hit the ground. "But how do you know? How can we be? It wasn't real."

Hermione threw her hands up in annoyance. "Well, we're obviously not in England any more, and the spell we used was off, so we could very well have." She said, surprisingly quieter than the rest of the class.

"How do you know?" Ron enquired again.

Hermione looked down at the piece of paper she had been writing on. "These are all my clues; I didn't want to believe it at first, but…well," she laughed at herself, "she hasn't shown any magical ability; she's just read books on sorcer-"

She was cut off when Elphaba let out a strangled cry. "Well, somebody has to…do something!"

And the classroom went into chaos.