Hermione yawned and stretched her arms.

"Ginny, what do you want for breakfast?" Hermione asked sleepily. "Ginny?"

Hermione opened her eyes and scanned the room.

This room was vaguely familiar, pressingly so. She knew she had seen it once before, but couldn't recall when and with whom. She also knew that this was most definitely not her house.

"Ginny?" Hermione called aloud again, panic seeping into her voice.

She rolled toward the edge of the bed and swung her feet over the side. She moved to stand but quickly fell unceremoniously to the floor.

"What the bloody hell?" Hermione cursed aloud as she lay on the floor. She sighed upon realization, "The leg lock curse."

Hermione reached into her pocket for her want, but found it to be missing. She checked her other pocket, also finding it empty, save for a crumpled piece of paper.

She pulled it out and unfolded it.

"A letter?" Hermione wondered aloud. She unfolded it.

My Darling Hermione,
If you're reading this, the agreement was finalized.
Please forgive me. When we found you in the bathroom, I feared there was no alternative. I hope and pray that you recover quickly and I promise to visit you often.
Again, please forgive me, I had no other choice.
All my love forever,
Ginny

"The bathroom…" Hermione thought aloud, struggling to remember. The memories of the night she fainted rushed back. "Oh! I must of collapsed! But…" she paused. "What agreement is Ginny referring to?"

Hermione sank into silence as she reread the letter, hoping for clarification.

"'We found you in the bathroom'…" Hermione read. "'We.' But… That would mean…"

Hermione's eyes grew wide as the sudden realization dawned on her.

"McGonagall!" Hermione gasped, looking around again. "This is the guest room in her house! But, that would mean…" Hermione searched her pockets again, praying she'd find her wand or one of her precious vials. Anything that would get her out of this disaster, actually.

"This cannot be happening!" Hermione groaned.

She heard voice and footsteps coming in her direction.

"Sweet Merlin!" Hermione gasped, struggling to pull herself back onto the bed and make this situation look better but finding her legs to still be useless, dead weight. "Bloody hell!"

The doorknob turned and Hermione ceased her struggling as she turned towards the door to face the impending wrath of Minerva.

"She's going to yell at me," Hermione thought. "She is going to yell at me for becoming dependent on those vials. Oh, Gods, I feel like a school-girl again!" She felt her heart race and jump into her throat while her stomach dropped.

"Well, good morning, sleepy-head! Good to see you awake!" Minerva said, cheerfully. She turned and yelled down the hallway, "Xiomara! Come and see who's awake!"

"Let me guess, is it the only other person in the house?" Xiomara said, laughing as she walked up behind Minerva. "Oh! Look! It is! The only other person who was not previously awake is the last one to wake up. Our only house guest!"

Hermione laughed, wishing she had one of her vials. She had never even dreamed that she would be found in so uncomfortable a position in front of her former professors.

"Oh, sure, 'Mara, patronize me! Don't humor her, Hermione. She might become delusional and think that she's funny," Minerva said, shooting a playful glare at Xiomara.

"Someone pinch me," Hermione thought to herself, "I'm stuck in a nightmare! Damn Ginny for agreeing to this! I'll kill her!"