En suite

"Hey, look. Granger graced us with her unbelievably holy presence."

Hermione winced as she saw herself stop in the doorway to the prefects meeting. Draco Malfoy grinned to his friends triumphantly as she clenched her fists and muttered to herself.

"What's wrong Granger? Potter not hit the right spot last night?" Malfoy taunted, a look of pure venom on his face as she continued to her seat. She dropped her bag onto the shined oak tabletop, and carefully opened it and pawed through the contents.

"Aw, baby don't worry, you'll find a wand to push yourself off the edge sooner or later." Malfoy said, again probing for a reaction.

Hermione's face remained empty and slack as she pulled out an orange folder full of papers and set it beside a full inkwell of purple ink that Lavender gave her.

The future Hermione was amazed at her acting skills. She'd wanted to take Malfoy's eyes out of his head with an ice-cream scoop, and switch their places with his testicles. She looked as if she'd just gotten out of bed. Malfoy tried again.

"I guess he got what he wanted. You only charge 4 galleons an hour don't you?"

Hermione spun around and waved her wand. A smooth wordless motion, that got green cords to shoot up form his chair, and wrap themselves nicely around his chest, making him look like he was partly in a cocoon.

"Granger! You bitch! Put me down!" he yelled, struggling against the binds.

Hermione flicked her wand. The door to the hallway swung open and his chair picked up off the ground, drifting towards the ceiling. Malfoy's friends were dancing around the bottom of his chair yelling and snatching at the rungs.

Hermione's face was this side of purple. The future presence watched with some form of admiration of herself as she pointed her wand, and Malfoy's chair was hurled out the door, Malfoy screaming in it.

Everybody heard the chair's legs hit the floor outside, and screech along it. The display ended with a bang as the chair slammed into the wall across the hallway, and Malfoy's scream of pure fury.

Hermione walked steadily towards the open door, and raised her wand when one of Malfoy's minions tried to grab her. Hermione's spiritual judge followed with a wide grin on her face. This was highly amusing! She didn't know she'd been doing this magic without an incantation! Very few people could do that. She hadn't enjoyed it when she had done it because of the anger that was burning in her chest.

Stepping into the Hallway, she smiled at the gaping collection of prefects and posse that had accompanied Malfoy, before slamming the door.

"You're gonna pay for this. You are bloody well gonna wish that you were dead!" Malfoy snarled as she stalked up to him.

His calm anger, and her stony fury clashed against each other, keeping the corridor conveniently empty.

"Don't. Do. That. Again." She ground out.

"Why? It's as if you LIKE the attention." He spat back.

"That's not the point Malfoy! It's rubbish that you should have to make other people feel horrible to make yourself feel good! If you're so concerned about my sexual contentment, then why don't you just make everything a whole lot better by BUTTING OUT!" Hermione replied, jabbing him in the chest with the ending two words.

He merely glared at her.

Hermione's anger then intensified. The visiting Hermione sensed this was when she was going to start losing control. Remembering how the door had opened, causing her to stop yelling, jolted the observer to run to the door and fling it open.

Hermione stopped.

"Hermione?" The Head Girl, Melissa McSorley stood behind it, looking out into the corridor.

"Coming." Hermione snarled, and the cords strapping Malfoy to his wooden prison disappeared. With a deadly glare, Hermione retreated back into the classroom and sat at her desk calmly, while Malfoy shuffled in behind her and slunk into his place, under Melissa's stare.

Hermione followed herself back into the room, prepared to be bored out of her skull once again, as Melissa and the Head Boy, Spencer argued with her about Christmas decorations.

Malfoy said nothing, but Hermione saw him shoot incredibly frightening looks at her back as her past self wrote.

"Hermione! You missed dinner." Harry said, his nose inches from the board as he examined the mess of pieces he commanded while Ron propped his feet up on the windowsill. Apparently, Harry was the black side, judging from the lack of black pieces on the board.

Hermione dropped a bag of books onto a low table, while her future self sunk into a chair with absolute boredom. She had just spent the time from the prefects meeting, which was at 3:30, to now, 8:32 in the library, reading a book, and re-reading it three times to make sure she knew it off by heart.

Which caused Hermione to be especially bored with herself, knowing she had memorized it after reading it the first time. She just had not wanted to be around people, because she had been feeling incredibly taken for-granted. So she lounged on the table, and tried climbing bookshelves to be devious, while her past self spent hours on end reading a book on controlling transfigured animals.

The fact that people could not hear her when she yelled, screamed, or whispered and talked, could not feel her when she hit them, or see her at all disturbed her. Mind you, she had to be grateful that she could at least move things, and not go right through them. She was beginning to discover why Ron nagged her when she looked things up to be sure, and why people didn't spend copious amounts of time in the library. It was boring, and she knew damn well what she was talking about, even if she had fooled herself into looking things up when she didn't believe herself.

Another thing about Malfoy's sexual contentment comments was that she was NOT content, and that she was stiff and very rigid about what she did that was at all alluring. She had thought she was being provocative when she had two buttons of her blouse undone. But, when the future Hermione had looked around, and could see the bras of 4th years because their shirts were so undone, she could see that she was extremely old-fashioned.

"I had studying to do." Hermione said back to Harry, now approaching the window, and moving Ron's feet, before perching on it to observe the boys play.

"Studying? Hermione if you have to study, then we're all going to die. Besides, when Seamus came in and said that you had a nasty run in with Malfoy, we figured you had gone to report him or something." Ron said, after re-locating his feet on another high surface and squinting at the game to see how Harry had moved.

If Hermione had feathers, she would have ruffled them indignantly.

"I wasn't reporting anybody Ronald. I was merely looking for maps of the school to give Melissa for decorations."
"I thought you said you were studying." Harry said, now looking up quickly.

"Who's Melissa?" Ron asked, sounding confused.

Both Harry and Hermione stared in disbelief at him.

"Mel-is-sa." Hermione said, sounding it out for him.

"I know how to say it!" Ron snapped, moving his knight and disemboweling Harry's bishop. Harry cried out and swore.

"Melissa McSorley is our Head Girl, idiot!" Harry snapped, sending his Rook hurtling at the murderous knight.

Hermione massaged her temples as they began bowling pieces across the board and yelling profanities. With a sigh, she clubbed Ron and then Harry with her elbow.

"Grow up you two." She snapped, before picking up her bag and swinging it up her shoulder.

They were laughing hysterically and breathing hard as she stomped up the staircase to her dormitory. Hermione followed her own retreating self up the staircase slowly.

"And then he said…" Lavender inhaled.

"Oh, hi Hermione." Parvati said, jumping off the bed to snatch a jar of facial goop when Hermione shut the door.

Hermione nodded tiredly, before falling face-first into her bed.

"I heard you totally gave Malfoy a telling." Lavender giggled.

Hermione remembered how much this was beginning to annoy her. Parvati 'tsk'ed.

"Honestly, Hermione. Giving the hottest guy in Hogwarts a what-to isn't the best idea." She said, applying her facial gunk.

"The hottest guy in Hogwarts? Are you as deaf as you are blind?" Hermione sat up suddenly.

"Whatever, Hermione." Parvati uttered, as she commonly did. Both girls climbed into their respective beds, and pulled the hangings shut, leaving Hermione glaring at curtains where Parvati had been. Hermione watched herself get up and furiously strip and pull on some pajamas, before climbing into her own. She pulled her hangings shut, and the room was silent.

Hermione waited to be whisked back into her own time.

Nothing happened.

Fighting panic, she calmed herself, before sitting on the vacant bed of the room, and thinking it through.

Then one detail stuck out. 'View all hours that you are awake.'

She wasn't asleep. Hermione knew that her past self was lying in bed mourning over her lack of respect and friends, which she demanded and needed.

Hermione plopped down onto the bed. Waiting.

Then, the light feeling simmered in her toes.

Before she realized it, all had gone weightless.

And before she registered it, her vision had gone black.

Hi guys! Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I've been losing the battle with writer's block, and this morning was the only time I had any motivation to type up the ending to this story. I'm working on the chapters as much as I can, but there's a lot going on right now, and I had to cut myself some slack when Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire came out. I had to go see that opening day. But! I did get this up for you, so humor me and read and review, and I might get chapter 5 up tomorrow.

Love you guys, so much! Thank you!

-Suzanne