Author's Note: Hello! (: This is a silly little fic about Hermione and Draco, and I basically got the idea from Ann Turnbull's book, entitled "No Shame, No Fear".

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, really, and the plot... Well it's not really mine.

-----

Hermione's POV

That stupid slytherin! Honestly, that ferret is such a jerk, getting me involved in a wizard's duel just because I called him ferret boy. Maybe someday he'll understand how I feel about being called a Mudblood.

It's not as though I mind dueling with Malfoy. I mean, I know spells which I'm sure he doesn't even know...

"Granger," a drawling voice interrupted my thoughts. Great, that jerk was here, waiting for me in the Room of Requirements.

"What do you want?" I snapped back, trying to sound as mad as possible, but it wasn't easy because he was so gorgeous... gosh, what did I just say? I mean, because he was smirking in such an infuriating manner.

"Well, I certainly don't want to be stuck in a room with a Mudblood for too long, it's going to harm me. So let's get this duel over and done with."

I really wanted to retort back, but thought better of it. I bowed, and so did he. The duel started almost a split second later.

"Stupefy!" He roared. I ducked in time.

"Ambledonnia," I yelled back. The spell hit him straight in the stomach and he crashed into a shelf of golden hourglasses... Oh, no! Those were timeturners!

I rushed over and attempted pulling Malfoy away from the collapsing shelf but when I reached there, it was too late. The shelf fell on top the both of us and broke into a thousand pieces.

"Great," I muttered, as Malfoy put up a hand to silence me.

"Look at them," he hissed, pointing at something.

I glanced over at where he was looking at, and noticed that the timeturners were merging together into a large golden circle. It was so enticing. Malfoy and I looked at each other and quickly came to an agreement. I took in a deep breath, and stepped into the circle.

My world was spinning before I shut my eyes. Suddenly, I found myself wearing clothes which were definitely not school robes. My prefect badge was gone, too. Where on earth was I?

-----

"Hermione, darling, get all the dirty linen out and pile it together in a basket, it's washing day today!" a voice called out.

"Yes mother!" I heard myself responding. Wait a second... why did I address that voice as Mother? Where was I anyway?

As I thought a little girl tugged my skirt. I picked her up and laughed. "Debby! I'm a little busy now... run along and play with Isaac okay?"

The names seemed familiar, yet strange... who were they anyway? Everything seemed to come to me naturally... Snapping out of my thoughts, I quickly took the linen basket and ran to the hall, where the large tub of water was.

"The wizards – purebloods – they are coming!" Isaac yelled, at the top of his voice. "They have a cart with them! What shall we do?"

Debby ran to me with her finger in the mouth. I knew that she was frightened and so was I. But I still had to comfort her, she was my little sister. "They wouldn't hurt you, little chicken."

"Nay, they wouldn't," my mother agreed.

At the same moment our neighbours, also muggles, were already crowding at our door. I felt annoyed, and ridiculed, as though I was an animal in the circus or something. Now I knew how they felt and made a mental note to never step into another circus when I went back. That is, if I can even go back in the first place, I thought, gulping.

The purebloods entered my house, trampling on the grass as hard as possible. They deliberately stomped their feet outside the pig's pen as their leader (I presumed, since he had the grandest clothes of all) cleared his throat. "Margaret Granger!"

My mother stepped forth.

"Margaret Granger," the man repeated. "Your husband, William Granger has been convicted for non-payment of his taxes to the pureblood society..."

The man droned on about taking away one-tenth of our total income and clicked his fingers. The ten-odd figures behind him started to march into the hall, spilling water from our huge tub everywhere. Their male presence began to fill the house as they took our bed, our cow and my father's heirloom.

Usually my mother would have kept quiet, but as she watched my father's heirloom being dragged out, she yelled and begged the leader, "No, please, no! We have our free wills; we do not need to hero-worship you! Please do not take that away you-"

"That's enough, you filthy muggle," the man spat. He reminded me uncannily of Malfoy senior. "Get your disgusting hands off me!"

My mother was left sobbing on her knees in the destroyed hall. After a while, when the crowds had dispersed, my mother sobered up a little and told us to go back to our rooms. "I'll clean up the mess," she said. We obediently retreated.

That night, I went to bed hoping that it was all just a bad dream... I'll awake in Hogwarts, forgetting to go to the duel.

-----

Author's Note: Do review! I retyped this so that people would actually read it... haha. Thanks! (: