Let's do the time warp again!
Hermione was spinning, and her breakfast was turning in her stomach. She felt her feet hit floor, and she didn't react immediately. Instead, she chose to pry herself off the ground. She didn't remember hitting it, and she didn't exactly feel whole.
With a deep breath, Hermione opened her eyes.
The dormitory she was standing in, was turning gray from the early morning sunlight that was drifting through the window. Hermione immediately recognized the room, because the strewn panties, make-up, clothing, and boy pictures that reigned with Parvati and Lavender gave it away. Movement caught Hermione's eye, and she froze. Then blinked in awe.
Hermione Granger was pulling herself out of bed, and untangling her bare leg from the curtain that surrounded her four-poster. She was muttering about cold floors and heavy draperies, as she bent over and heaved the trailing material back into place.
Hermione held her hand in front of her face, only to discover it was not there. Nobody could see her. That was good.
She moved closer to Lavender's bed, spying the girl in it sleeping in a camisole and underwear, face pressing into the pillow, her rear in the air, which made Hermione smile.
To be sure she couldn't hear her, Hermione coughed as loudly as she could. The earlier her didn't seem to hear, as she quietly pulled clothing out of her trunk, and stacked them on the edge of the heater in the center of the room.
Hermione watched herself gather her clothing, and toiletries, and pad over to the bathroom between the empty bed and Parvati's. As soon as the door clicked, the current Hermione fell onto her bed. When the shower started, Hermione realized she was going to be bored waiting for the day to get moving. If she remembered correctly, yesterday wasn't exactly eventful, and probably wouldn't be any more exciting to watch. Except now, she could probably see what every body else is doing at the same time, no longer having to concentrate on her own life. Like that note Sprout found and wouldn't let anyone read, and gave Seamus a week's detention for. Hermione made a mental note to look into that to make sure it had not involved Dean, and/or Ginny. Lavender made a muffled moaning noise that came with waking up slowly from across the room, and Hermione had to laugh. Getting up, Hermione eyed the bed.
No sense letting the houselves do all the work, was there? Goodness knows they had enough to do.
So, she set to work making the bed, and folding laundry, stacking books, dusting and airing her bed out after tying back the draperies. Her section of the room clashed horribly with tornado stricken décor the rest of the room had, now.
Finally, the bathroom door opened and Hermione waltzed out, carrying her pajamas balled and rolled into bundle. Her hair was extremely bushy.
That made the invisible Hermione's eyes widen and her eyes wash over herself critically. She seriously needed to lose this 'I-don't-care-what-anybody-says-at-least-I'm-hygienic' thing she had going. Look at that hair! It looks like dark brown tumbleweed in a triangular shape!
The showered Hermione stopped and blinked as she looked at her bed. Then realization washed over the visiting Hermione. So, it wasn't houselves that cleaned up, as she'd assumed! It was her future self, visiting her past self, and yesterday, or rather today, her future self had watched her current self, and did that, but when she was really thinking it was the elves! If that made sense, of course.
Judging from the pained frown the flitted over Hermione's face as she gazed at her neat area, she had just come to the wrong conclusion, as Hermione had done yesterday when gazing at the same result! Or was she doing it today gazing at the same result from a different perspective? Hermione shook her head. Time travel confused her.
"Ham-ine-ee…" Lavender yawned, now standing up, and stretching. Hermione glanced at her as she strapped her books into her bag.
" Honestly Lavender. You should really get up earlier. You're not going to have time to do anything." She said with a disapproving tone. The observer blinked, in confusion. What had Lav done to deserve that? She asked herself.
Lavender shrugged, now stalking over to her best friend's bed, and leaning in on the sleeping female.
"WAKE UP PARVATI! YOU'LL POP SOMETHING IF YOU SLEEP LIKE THAT ANY LONGER!" Lavender yelled into Parvati's ear, her British accent coming in loud and clear.
Hermione snapped.
"Jeez, Lavender. Why don't you wake the whole tower while you're at it?"
Parvati had sat up with a yelp when Hermione reprimanded, and had bashed foreheads with her human alarm clock.
Hermione picked up her bag, and left the dormitory with a huff, and a smartly closed door. Not calmly closed, yet not slammed. The future Hermione watched, knowing that she was going to take a nice, long traipse down to the Hall for breakfast, and that she wasn't missing anything special this side of straightening a portrait of Helga Hufflepuff to exactly 90 degrees on the second floor. It would also be interesting to know if the gossip queens had unresolved issues with her breakfast bound past image.
"Some one slipped Hermione a bitch potion." Lavender complained, rubbing her forehead, and trudging to the mirror to examine the damage and apply today's layer of makeup.
"I noticed. Does she do anything other than snap at us? I'm surprised your idea of leaving the room horribly filthy hasn't lost us our heads yet. Like last week when I came in four minutes after curfew! She spent 15 minutes telling me off. She's not even head, and she still told me off worse than the Head Girl Ackley ever has!" Parvati answered, throwing back the covers and pulling on robes.
This conversation could get VERY informative. It was Lav's idea to mess the room?
"And why were you four minutes late, Parvati?" Lavender asked, mimicking a stern Hermione.
"Please, 'Mione! Justin wanted a good-bye kiss! You'd totally understand, wouldn't you? Oh, wait, you're going all white virgin on us, haven't you?" Parvati answered in mock fear. Both of them laughed and continued to steer the conversation towards Parvati's exploits with Justin, which were very graphic, and rated too high for the fiction you are reading.
Hermione sighed. Was she THAT bitchy with Parvati and Lavender? To the point that they were AFRAID of her? That they wouldn't tell her about this stuff? Would she even be accepting of this stuff if they told her?
'No, I guess not' she answered herself, now slipping from the room with guilt and ridicule.
And she was on her way to breakfast.
Hermione watched herself with horror as she scolded two third year slytherins.
"That was totally indecent! Obviously you don't know how to treat a girl! And honestly you two! Kissing in the hallways? If you could call that kissing! If I ever catch either one of you at that act or anything similar again, I'll refer you to Snape, and personally inform your parents! " she shrieked, wagging her finger, while Harry and Ron shifted uncomfortably behind her.
The future Hermione flushed as Ron steadily reddened with one of her every words behind her back.
"Understand?"
The
girl and boy nodded.
"Now, get to your class!"
They took off.
"Uh, Hermione? Don't you think that that was a little harsh? They're just third years, after all. They don't have Sirius to worry about in their third year, so they need something to preoccupy them.."
"What's wrong with a nice book, Harry?" Hermione snapped, leveling a glare at the dark haired boy now. Harry didn't back down, as usual. It looked more impressive from an outside view, as Hermione was now finding out as she watched the scene play out, and remembered the emotions that were bubbling inside of her at that moment. And it wasn't the emotions that she expressed when she gave the younger kids flack for kissing. It swirled more around hurt, and longing. So, why had she acted so negatively?
'I guess I freaked out because they do what I want to.' Hermione reasoned with herself as Harry told Hermione that some books could be worse than kissing. Half the things that she threatened to do to the third years she didn't have the power to do anyways, as Ron so kindly pointed out at that time.
"Ron! Get out of it! You know that I could get those things worked out if I wanted!" Hermione snapped, throwing her bag over her shoulder and heading for the greenhouses.
It was after lunch, and Hermione hadn't necessarily had a great day so far. At breakfast, Ron had spilt orange juice on her, and despite the fact that it could be cleaned up with a word and flick of a long wooden stick, Hermione had still stormed and raged at him, while he sat there turning bright red, and Harry protested in Ron's defense. The future Hermione watched as people shook their heads at her and muttered as she let a pretty insulting comment slip out of her mouth about him. The past Hermione didn't even notice, wrapped up in what she was yelling at him.
"If you ever used you HEAD, Ronald, you could open your EYES! Then you would have seen me and you wouldn't have been such a lowly dolt and dumped orange juice on me!" she had screamed, causing Harry to scold, which he rarely did.
"Hermione! What's wrong with you? It's just orange juice! He didn't see you! He's not a dolt, and he's not lowly! Why are you so angry? It's such a little issue!" he asked, a look of confusion dashing his handsome features. Ron was red, and not looking anywhere but his plate.
"Nah, Harry, don't bother. It's okay. She's right. She always is." He said.
Which made Hermione scowl and say "FINE!" before slamming her book shut and heading to Ancient Runes.
Hermione watched herself go with mortification. What was wrong with her? All she knew is that she was feeling humiliated. Then it had hit her. She DID view herself as above everybody else. This little tidbit of hidden truths did not bode well with Hermione's ego, and had made her carry on watching through Ancient Runes with tears running down her face as she watched herself recite things from the text and look smug with herself as the teacher warily told her she was right and awarded 5 points.
Hermione had apologized to Ron after Transfiguration, and they had eaten a quiet and uneventful lunch together, Harry and Ron discussing Quidditch, while Hermione did homework over keish.
Only now was Hermione realizing how uptight and know-it-all she was. Even if she did fix Ron's bag, and patch Harry's pant leg when the two had collided with a roll of the eyes. It was even bugging herself, because she knew what emotions triggered these outbursts of bossiness. She was being unusually angry, and had a temper that was always simmering close to the surface.
It was slightly scary.
Another thing that got her was that she knew that her standards were too high. It had hit her in the stomach threefold as she watched herself tell off those kids.
She had always believed that a man would one-day fall madly in love with her for no reason. That her uptight tendencies would be attractive to Mr. Right. Obviously she'd been drugged, or something.
Now, Hermione's thoughts were rapidly spinning and shaking the foundation of many years of belief.
She now understood why the potion had its name. It was properly titled.
I'm sorry you guys! This took SO long to write. I've had large bouts of writer's block. And I'm busy with a whole slew of work and wrestling and stuff. I will try to make a regular update trail, but I'm not sure how this is going to fly. Please keep your enthusiastic faith in me!
I love you all!
-Suzanne
