Chapter Three-Blinding Pain and Dizzy Spells

In Transfiguration, Harry and Ron kept talking about this one girl who they thought was…well you know what guys think about. Of course, Hermione was trying to focus on the lesson. It was the transfiguration of a garter snake into a desk – really very complex magic, not that they would care – and of course she was the first in the class to really get it right. Malfoy looked downtrodden, though he finished only second.

The day until lunch was insignificant – a.k.a. it was normal – but once lunchtime was reached, things got a bit weird…

"He really has this horrible crush on you," whispered Ginny. "It was like how I was with Harry in my first year, except less star-struck and more get-to-know-your-personality type."

She looked at Ron, who was sitting a bit farther away. He, Harry, Seamus and Dean were obsessing over some new, amazing, crazy broom that beat the Firebolt by some obscure amount of seconds. I really never thought about him in the way Ginny suggested. I guess if I went with him it wouldn't be so bad, but it just doesn't seem right.

"But onto a different topic, Mother sends her love to all, and expects you over for Christmas. Of course, you're going to come…right?"

"Well I can't say for sure, but when was the last time I actually went home for the holidays, summer or winter?"

"Well…"

"Exactly! Now I think that I should think about it. Sound good to you?"

Ginny laughed loudly. "You're hysterical! You know that?" Hermione just rolled her eyes. "Let me guess. You're going to go to the library?" said Ginny, just as Hermione was about to get up. "You're not going to find a book on annoying guy-friends who have a horrible crush on you. I can assure you, Hermione."

"Yes, I'm going to the library, and no, I'm not looking for a book on Ron. No-one would dare divulge into that topic." Ginny laughed again. Hermione started to walk off.

"Hey! Wait up for me!" exclaimed Ginny, but Hermione already had turned the corner. She finally caught up with Hermione, who was just standing there. "What's-" But Ginny was interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream from Hermione. At that point, Hermione disappeared right in front of her very eyes.

"HELP!" screamed Ginny, yelling into the Great Hall.

oXo

Malfoy sat in the Slytherin Common Room; trying to finish some Transfigurations work he hadn't done the night before with Zabini. "Oh Merlin, this is so pointless! Transfiguring a desk into a pig won't serve any use…ever," complained the black-haired heartthrob.

"Oh stop complaining. We have transfig next…we'll never get this-" Malfoy immediately stopped talking.

"Yeah…continue," said Zabini, before looking up at Malfoy. "Hello?" he asked, seeing the bland expression on his friend's face.

All of a sudden, a shrill scream rang across the room, coming from Malfoy. His eyes instantly popped open, before his body completely vanished into thin air.

oXo

Excruciating pain flowed through their bodies as they moved throughout time. It felt as if a thousand knives were piercing their skin all at the same time. They both – Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy – were totally unconscious; unaware of anything except for the horrific agony their bodies were feeling.

oXo

"Stephen? Oh praise heavens; he is stirring!" exclaimed a woman, probably in her thirties.

Where the hell am I? And who the bloody hell is she?

"You gave us quite a fright, Stephen."

Who's Stephen?

"I do hope that you're not coming up with something."

Draco took this time to look around at his surroundings. It seemed as if he was in a carriage or something. There were two ladies sitting opposite of him, both with blonde hair and silver eyes. One seemed much younger than the other – about his age perhaps. They looked just like him, as if they were family or something. It was very luxuriously decorated. The seats were plush, royal blue velvet, with plush, silver pillows. This definitely wasn't the Slytherin Common Room.

"Where am I," he asked politely, sensing these women's aristocracy and nobility, and the fact that they seemed very wealthy and well-to-do.

"Oh dear, you must have hit your head a bit harder than we thought," said the younger one laughing.

"Hush, Sabine," said the older one, glaring. "Don't let your wide-open mouth get control of you and make us look ridiculous in front of King Edward." She then turned to Draco. "Darling, we're on our way to the court of King Edward of England. You are betrothed to his daughter, Artemis. You don't remember any of this?"

"Oh mother, don't you see? He's lost his mind!" said the girl who had been called Sabine, joking.

Draco laughed. I'm going to like this girl. "And who are you people?"

The older woman looked astounded. How could he forget all of this? And when we will be in the castle by nightfall! "I'm your mother, Queen Catherine of France! She's your twin sister, Crown Princess Sabine of France. You're Crown Prince Stephen, heir to the throne of France, the future king! You don't remember any of this!"

Oh Merlin, I'm losing my mind. What the bloody hell is going on here?

"That horrible bump must have damaged his head. Now I'll have to be heir to the throne, he being deemed unsuitable to rule," said Sabine.

"Oh be quiet. A woman can never rule, you know that! And your brother is not insane; he just needs his sleep. It will all come back to him soon, right after he takes his nap. We should all have one; we'll be there soon, and we will want to look presentable."

oXo

"My lady! Oh dear god, she has awakened!" exclaimed a frantic girl with hair pulled into a long plait down the back.

"Wha – where am I?" moaned a bed-ridden Hermione. She tried to sit up, but gravity and her lack of energy pulled her back down. She closed her eyes.

"In your bed. After you fainted, you were brought here, Princess."

"Princess?" asked a confused Hermione, opening her eyes again.

"What would you prefer I called you, Milady?"

Sinking back into her bed, she asked, "Why would you call me that in the first place?"

"Because you're the Princess of course!" said the girl in a "duh" kind of voice. "You're starting to worry me. Did you hit your head when you fell?"

Hermione was flabbergasted. What kind of sick joke is this? Did Ron or Harry decide that it would be funny if they bewitched me with one of Fred or Georges daydream things?

"And who are you?"

"Oh dear god! I'm Lady Jane, you're Lady-In-Waiting. What's wrong with you? You're Princes Artemis, Rose of the English Throne, Daughter of King Edward the Magnificent and Queen Matilda of Wessex, betrothed of Prince of Stephen, Future Queen of France. Please tell me that you remember this."

"Of course I do," said Hermione lying. "I was just teasing!"

What's happening? Where am I, and why does it seem as if I've gone straight into Muggle History?

"Lady Jane," cried a loud voice. "Come immediately."

"My lady, I'll be back. Tis your mother who calls, and it is best not to keep the Queen waiting," said Lady Jane, apologetically. She left the room, leaving Hermione to think for herself.

What happened? The last thing that I remember is Ginny coming towards me and then…that horrible pain. And then I was here. Apparition is impossible; I know that for a fact. Could I have gone back in time?

Just then, Lady Jane walked into the room, grinning ear-to-ear. "He'll be here! Oh goodness, we must get you ready."

"Who is coming, Jane?" asked Hermione/Artemis.

"Oh pardon me, My Lady, for being so vague and stupid. Tis Prince Stephen, and the King and Queen and Princesses." She then turned around to one of the maid, and ordered," Girl! Fetch the Dress! Make haste, you!" A crimson-silk dress was retrieved. Emeralds and Amethysts dotted the neckline, with Gold embroidery making them all into an intricate design. "You will be so beautiful that Prince Stephen will want a marriage the next day, pardon my crudity Princess."

oXo

"Stephen, darling! Wake up! We'll be there in an hour. We must prepare," said Queen Catherine.

"Prepare?" said the blonde Dauphin, yawning and stretching. "Prepare what?"

"Don't you want to say something…romantic to your lady love?" said Sabine, grinning.

"Sabine!" exclaimed her mother.

"What did I do this time? Was it 'improper and uncalled for remarks' again?" asked Sabine sardonically.

"What Sabine means to say – in some manner anyways – is that you should be thinking about something…thoughtful to Princess Artemis." At this, Sabine pouted from her mother's comment. "This is the girl that you will probably marry, so make it at least enjoyable."

"Well mother, that is what betrothal usually means," replied Sabine sarcastically.

"What would be the most hurtful is if you offended the Princess or made her unhappy in any way. They say her father is quite fond of her, and will make sure that she is happy, even if it means war with France. War is the worst thing for us right now. Do you understand me? Now tell me; what do you intend on telling the Princess?"

"Well I don't know," said Draco/Stephen.

"He'll use his usual courteous charms to woo the brat," said the outspoken blonde girl, smiling.

"I've had enough of your inappropriate talk, young lady!"

"Oh mother, I am just trying to relieve my urges so that I don't embarrass you in front of the English," she said sarcastically, though her mother didn't notice.

"Relieve my urges," mouthed Sabine to Draco, laughing.

Well I guess I can warm up to these people a bit. They don't seem all bad – well at least that Sabine girl doesn't. But what the bloody hell Is going on here!

AN: Well I got my 10 reviews, though not a lot of people decided to reply to my question. Well, as you can see, no one has lost their mind…or have they? (Laughing my head off evilly). I have a question for you. What is a good movie out now that you would recommend me seeing? I have a bit of free time now (Yay more updates!) so I want to go out to perhaps see a movie. Review me with an answer please. Or just review with your opinion on my story. Preferably both, but I'm not picky. Any form of reviewing will do.

Flip chick- Sorry that you didn't get your wish. I really did consider it, but it just didn't fit in with what I wanted to do. Keep on reading (an updating!)

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Also, thanks to bebe and HPFreako for their reviews. They're really awesome and really help. There was no real response to put to the reviews, but you're still getting a shout-out. Also, thanks to my "beta" SingForTheMoment. Really awesome girl! She refused to read/review my story because she's "morally opposed to Time Travel" or something (after reading Somnio Eternus…saddest fanfic…who isn't!). But she still helped my day and night with the putting-together of this story, even though she would really rather gouge out her eyes. Maybe one day she'll actually read this…maybe.