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".

I see that I need to clear up some random facts. Well okay, in those times muggles and wizards lived together, but there was this really clear line between the both. The muggles had to pay one tenth of their income to the "Pureblood Fund". Only in the 19th century did the minister push the wizards into a different world as things got really out of hand.

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

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Draco's POV

Argh… where on earth am I?

Sitting upright, I found myself in a wagon, with the sun glaring down at my face. My woolens wasn't torn, I'm fine… wait a second. Why am I wearing woolen clothes? What happened to my school uniform? And where is my wand?

"Young Lad, it's about time you awoke." A deep rumbling voice said. "Its noon and we'll be reaching Hemsbury in another hour. Are you excited about going back home?"

"I thank thee for being my tutor for the past three years. Today our journey will end. You will be sorely missed, my friend! Indeed, I miss my father." I felt like clamping my mouth. Who on earth was this guy and why did say thank you for tutoring me? Who was the supposedly father I missed? And why did I say thee? Isn't it supposed to be you?

The thoughts ran over my mind as we passed by fields of new green growth. I pinched myself really hard to make sure that I wasn't dreaming (I hoped that I wouldn't feel the pinch) until I felt pain. Trying to console yourself is no mean feat. Just keep saying that you pinched yourself while thinking that you were dreaming.

For no apparent reason, the horse suddenly jerked forward. It neighed loudly and tipped the wagon backwards. As I wasn't paying much attention (trying to console myself too much, I guess), I fell out onto the road.

"Are you all right, Sir?" A familiar young woman's voice asked, anxiously.

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Hermione's POV

That morning, I awoke, still in the country clothes. Oh how fabulous. I guess I'm really not in Hogwarts. What on earth happened? Where was Draco Malfoy? Most importantly… where am I?

Lost in my own thoughts, I dressed absentmindedly, trying to attach my brooch in my hair and my hair stick onto my blouse. Finally, when Debbie awoke, I realised that I was not concentrating at all. I was only ready when Isaac poked his big fat head in, requesting me in the hall as the woman who was supposed to be my mother, apparently, was requesting my presence in there.

"Yes, Mother?" I asked, smoothing out the creases on my petticoats.

"Hermione," my mother said, sighing. "Thou's father is in jail. We have no income! Much as I feel that towns are full of unruliness, but we really need the money for ourselves. Will you mind?"

"Nay mother. It would be an honour." But inside me a voice was shrieking, no! Not the town! People will despise me!

My mother smiled. "I thank thee. We will be setting off later, after breakfast."

Later on that day, we began our walk. It was only Mother and I, as Debbie was too young and Isaac was left to take care of her. Walking along the lanes deep in mud, over stiles and ditches was not easy, but I kept thinking of Harry and Ron, whom I left behind in Hogwarts. How were they? Did they know that I was here? Would they hand in my homework for me? (Even though I knew that this was not the appropriate time…)

Suddenly, a wagon cut across our road. Attempting not to crash into me, the horse neighed loudly and jolted the wagon backwards. The next thing I knew, I was rushing to check if anyone fell off. Sure enough, there was young man on the ground.

"Are you all right, Sir?" I asked, anxiously. The blonde hair looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place my finger who.

"Granger, is that you?"

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