~Loving you is like loving the stars in the night sky. You can't expect a sunset to admire you back.~

Hermione tapped her foot impatiently. Draco was late, she hated when people were late. She checked her watch for the seventh time since the clock turned 10 minutes to 7 and now it was about to tick over to quarter past. Checking her watch again, she saw her friends finally leave their bedrooms. Harry and Ron walked over to her, still in their pyjamas, hair stuck up in places as if had been glued that way. She giggled lightly as the ginger shot her evils.

'Be quiet, Hermione. It's too early, your impatience is so audible it woke me up.' Ron groaned, rubbing his eyelids.

'Shut up, Ronald.' Hermione rolled her eyes, she could not be bothered with her ex-boyfriend this morning.

'Malfoy not turned up yet?' Harry asked, falling into the common room sofa and stretching his arms out above him.

'No, he's late. I've been stood outside the painting since 10 to 7 and since it's now' She glanced at her watch once more, 'Twenty past, I got sick of being cold and came back inside. I asked the fat lady to let me know once he turned up but no news as of yet.'

Harry laughed, 'Typical Malfoy.' He shook his head.

Hermione turned to her best friends and sighed, 'Are we just not going to talk about what happened before the time turner sent us back?'

'What - The death eaters futile attempt to murder us all again?' Ron scoffed, sticking the small kettle on in the corner of the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione crossed her arms, 'No. The fact that Draco was actually trying to save both your sorry arseses and you assumed he was trying to kill us too?.'

Harry looked down and Ron coughed as she looked between them both.

'Oh I guess we're playing that game. Ungrateful swines, I'm going to see if Malfoy's outside yet.' She pushed back her hair and started to leave the room.

'But the fat lady hasn't told you yet-' Ron started to go after her.

Harry stuck his arm out to stop his friend, 'I think she knows that mate.'

Ron groaned in jealousy as they both watched her leave in a huff. Hermione flew out of the room in such a hurry, it made the fat lady feel dizzy.

'Young lady! Will you calm down, you're going to mess up my hair!'

Hermione grimaced, 'I'm sorry Madam, I'm just so entirely sick of my friends assuming the worst in people. I really don't know how I've put up with them since I was 11!'

The fat lady laughed heartily, 'Miss Granger, you've only known them for three or so years, give them a chance! It's not like you've known them for nearly a decade.'

Damn, Hermione thought, I forgot everyone here think's we're 15.

She flashed a smile at the lady in the painting, 'Thanks Madam, you're right.'

As the fat lady nodded her head knowingly, a flash of blonde appeared next to the Gryffindor student. She turned to see Draco in front of her, disheveled and out of breath. She raised her eyebrows as she scanned him up and down.

'You're late. I hate it when people are late.' She stopped for a moment to observe him as he clutched his stomach in an attempt to catch his breath. 'Uh, Draco? You do realise your shirt is untucked and your robes are inside out.'

The Slytherin dropped his head and looked down at himself. 'Shit.' He stated, throwing his robe off into his hands to turn it the right way out. He put it back on and immediately shoved his hands down his trousers.

'Draco!' Hermione screeched, turning around and covering her eyes with her hand.

Draco rolled his eyes as he shoved his shirt down his trousers, 'Oh really, Granger? How the fuck else am I going to tuck my shirt in?'

The Gryffindor turned back slowly, 'I guess you're right, but you could have at least turned around.'

Draco smiled and pulled his hand out of his trousers, leaning a hand against the wall, 'And have you miss the show? Wouldn't that be a shame?'

Hermione scoffed, 'You just had your hand down your trousers and now you're trying to act all smooth? Also, the only show of yours I'm going to is your execution.'

'Ouch, Granger.' The blonde clutched his heart in fake agony, 'How could you treat me this way?'

'Malfoy can we just get on with this?' Hermione asked, sighing.

Draco had rolled his eyes so many times during this conversation he felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets, 'Honestly Granger, I'm just trying to lighten the mood. We're stuck in our fourth year bodies so might as well make the most of it.'

Hermione nodded in agreement albeit reluctantly as she swung her shoulder bag round to her front and opened it up, reaching inside and taking out the invisibility cloak. Draco watched her in awe with his mouth hanging open. She looked at him as he grabbed the bag from off her shoulder, shoving his arm into it and watching it disappear up to his shoulder. He retracted his arm back out and handing it to her again, a look of confusion washed over his face.

'Pansy used the same charm to hold all of our wands the night of the house unity ball but this one is way stronger. Jesus, Granger, you could live in there!' He exclaimed as Hermione laughed at him.

'Yes Draco, I taught her it. It comes in handy once in a while. I have healing potions, bandages and a few sandwiches.' She smiled, patting her bag.

The blonde raised an eyebrow,'What the hell do you think we'll be getting up to? Planning to take on Baldemort himself?'

Hermione looked at him in annoyance, 'Hey, it help's to be prepared. This bag could save your life one day!'

'It would just be returning the favour, since I was the one to save us in the forest.' Draco smirked, looking into the Gryffindor's brown pools.

Hermione scoffed again, 'Yeah, four years into the future! Now get under this invisibility cloak before I throttle you.' She unfolded the cloak and threw it over herself, motioning for him to get under too.

Draco looked up and huffed as if he was praying to Salazer. He looked back at Hermione who was still motioning towards her cloak and he sighed.

'Fine, but I'm in front.' Draco stormed towards her.

'Absolutely not!' The brunette retorted. 'I've used the cloak before, so I'm in charge.'

Draco's shoulders dropped in disappointing defeat and slipped under the cloak with her. As they walked together, he suddenly felt how close they were to one another. He could smell the shampoo from her hair and the toothpaste on her breath.

'Malfoy, you're breathing really heavily down my neck.' Hermione whispered.

'Sorry, Granger, but there isn't much room under here.'

'Yeah, I guess it was a lot easier when Harry, Ron and I were 11.'

'All three of you got under here? Jesus, Potter and Weasel must have been weedy as fuck.'

Hermione chuckled lightly as they approached the designated floo fireplace in Headmistress McGonogall's office. Draco's face contorted into confusion once again.

'We're going by Floo? Wait, where are we going again?' Draco asked quietly, silently hoping no one would walk in on them.

Hermione looked left and right and when she was sure they were safe, she threw off the invisibility cloak that was covering them, rolled it up and shoved it into her shoulder bag. Draco stood back. He still couldn't believe she could fit so much in such a small bag, but nonetheless he said nothing. Hermione watched Draco as thoughts processed in his head.

'Are you going to get into the fireplace or stare at me until McGonogall walks back in here?' Hermione bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her laughter.

Draco raised an eyebrow, 'Granger, will you please tell me where we're going? If we're going to look for the time turner together, could you at least clue me in on your plan?'

'Draco if you would just trust me, you would find out that we're going to the ministry. The Department of Mysteries studies time and space. I'm sure the time turners were all stored in a sealed vault before they were destroyed before Voldemort could use them in the war.'

'Hermione Granger, you really are the greatest witch of our age.'

The Gryffindor stared at the blonde in disbelief, 'Am I having a stroke? Am I dying right now and my brain is playing huge tricks on me?'

Draco's eyes widened and he rubbed the back of his head, 'I did not say that, you did not hear it and we both will never repeat it, okay?'

'Okay, but you still said it.' Hermione giggled.

All of a sudden, footsteps were echoing around them. The two students heads snapped to look at each other before hurrying into the fireplace. Hermione grabbed a handful of loo powder before grabbing Draco's hand in hers. She almost swore he rubbed his thumb against hers when she announced their destination loudly.

'Diagon Alley!'

Draco looked at her mid sentence before they disappeared in a ball of green flames.

Landing in a large building full of fireplaces, Hermione and Draco stepped out into the popular street. The blonde looked around to see many of the same fireplaces all around a large hall with wizards and witches continuously coming and going. Parents dragging their children along, others shouting their destinations and trying to fit their shopping bags with them. Hermione pulled his towards the exit by his hand, as he tried to cover his face. He could already feel people staring at him and he felt bad just being there.

'Hermione,' He whispered, 'Where are we going? I thought you said we're going to the ministry?'

Hermione didn't answer, instead she just pulled on his hand and dragged him towards the Leaky Cauldron. Draco was desperately trying to duck out of view of onlookers as he looked down at Hermione's hand, concentrating on her steps. They arrived at the pub and after the Gryffindor spoke to the bartender, and a very long stare for him too, she rushed him upstairs and into a bedroom where many ingredients were laid out and a cauldron sat bubbling. Hermione closed the door behind them and set down her bag, taking off her coat and walking over to the steaming cauldron to stir it.

'Granger, will you please now tell me what we are doing in the upstairs of a fucking pub? I'm surprisingly starting to get sick of your silence.' Draco huffed, throwing off his coat and chucking it onto a nearby chair.

Hermione stopped stirring for a moment and turned to look at the Slytherin, 'Did you really think we were going into the ministry with just the invisibility cloak on?'

Draco shrugged violently, 'I don't know fucking anything! I don't know the plan, you have told me the grand total of absolutely fucking zero!'

'Okay fine! Jesus, did your mother never wash your mouth out with soap?' Hermione raised her eyebrows as a twinge of a smirk graced Draco's lips, 'We can't go into the Department of Mysteries with just the invisibility cloak, they would see right through us - literally! It's the same for invis charms, it would flag up over there for underage magic, the charms are way too advanced for a 15 year old. The only way we can get in unnoticed is disguising ourselves.'

Draco nodded, 'Ah, polyjuice potion.' He walked over to the cauldron to take a peek into it, 'But how did you get it in such a short amount of time? It takes 21 days to brew and we've only been in these bodies for barely 2?'

Hermione smiled, 'I have my connections.' She said mysteriously as two tall figures burst through the door. A flurry of ginger smothered Hermione in a big bear hug. The blond took a step back, as much as the twins were his favourite Weasley's, they were still Weasley's.

Fred looked up and released himself from the hug, looking right at Draco. He walked over and held out his hand.

'Draco, right? Son of Lucius Malfoy? I'm Fred and this ugly fucker is George.' The tall man smiled. Draco took his hand and shook it hesitantly.

George laughed, 'Mate, you know we have the exact same face. Either way, you're the uglier one.' He walked over to Draco and shook his hand too, a big smile across his face.

They didn't know yet. They didn't know that Draco was the reason why Death Eaters entered Hogwarts, the reason why Fred narrowly escaped death and the reason why Cedric was going to die. Draco internally smiled, he felt happy that he could meet the twins before it all went downhill. He would always enjoy hearing their jokes across the great hall, and their complicated pranks always had made him jealous. They were Weasley's but he respected them. They were much better than Ronald.

'Nice to meet you both. I'm guessing you're the connections Hermione was talking about. Aren't you supposed to be in classes right now?' Draco laughed.

'You can talk mate! You must be such a bad influence on our Hermione here, I don't think I've ever seen her break a rule.' George beamed at the girl.

Fred retorted, 'Remind us to do the lottery, it must be our lucky day.' He ruffled Hermione's hair as he walked over to the potion that was brewing.

Hermione rustled around in her bag, trying to find something. Draco stared at her for a moment before dragging his eyes back to the twins who were conferring amongst themselves over the cauldron. He walked over to them, eyeing the potion again.

'So how come you've got polyjuice potion already brewing? We need it today yet it looks like it's almost ready.'

Fred nodded at George who decided to reply, 'We both dream of opening a joke shop when we leave Hogwarts, we already had a short term potion that you could add hair to so you could turn into your friends or stuff like that. We just added additional lacewing flies and knotgrass to make it last a lot longer. This way it'll last for a few hours and ensures a swift, timely exit.'

The twins grinned and Draco looked at them in awe. He knew they were smart; as in for their pranks and how obviously long it took to plan and execute then, but he didn't think they knew much about potions like this. A returning smile spread across the blonde's face as reached over to continue stirring.

'Aha!' Hermione yelled from across the room as she produced two small plastic bags from her bag. 'I knew they were in here somewhere.'

Draco turned around, still stirring, to see the Gryffindor girl holding up two different bags with a small amount of hair in each, one dark blonde and the other mousy brown. He raised his eyebrows at the brunette as she bound over to the cauldron excitedly, clutching the bags until her knuckles turned white. She beamed as she noticed his staring.

'Who are they and where did you get them from?' Draco said, impressed at her mischief.

Hermione feigned innocence, 'whatever do you mean, Mr. Malfoy?'

'Don't play dumb with me, Granger. They're obviously people from the ministry, I'm just wondering how you got a clump of hair from them!'

'When you know people, things get done, Draco.'

'Will you just fucking tell me so we can get on with it.'

'Fine!' Hermione said, faking annoyance as he had ruined her fun,

'This one here,' She smiled, shaking the bag of brown hair in front of the blonde's eyes, 'is Misty Pinesmith, a third level Unspeakable who is said to work in the Time offices on the fourth floor of the Department of Mysteries.'

'Okay that's great, and what about the blonde?'

'This, Draco Malfoy, is who you're going to be,' The Gryffindor smiled, 'These blonde locks are from Luthian Treeford, a sixth level Unspeakable who is head of the Space offices on the second floor.'

Draco hesitated for a second before taking the bag from Hermione's grip. He rolled it over in his hands for a second before looking back up to see Hermione and the twins staring at him with huge smiles plastered across their faces. He backed up slightly and opened his mouth to ask a question he was sure they were all waiting for him to ask.

'So, since you're all looking at me like a pack of hungry wolves, how did you get the hair may I ask?' Draco said, narrowing his eyes at Hermione.

Fred and George stopped for a moment and looked at each other.

'Yeah,' George piped up first, 'You never told us, Hermione.'

Fred nodded in agreement, 'Come on, out with it Granger, don't leave us in the dark.'

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled, turning to the cauldron and pouring half of into a steel bottle.

'You'll never believe me if I tell you' The Gryffindor smiled as she dropped a few pieces of brown hair into the bottle.

Fred and George crossed their arms simultaneously and tutted.

'Don't make us shake it out of you, Hermione.' Fred raised and eyebrow, making Draco stifle a laugh at their seriousness.

The Gryffindor turned around so quickly, her bushy followed her and hit her in the face, making her splutter and bat it away. The twins burst out laughing and Draco clapped a hand over his mouth but not even that could quieten his laughter. Her face contorted into a scowl as her cheeks burned red; she hated embarrassing herself.

'If you stop laughing, I'll tell you!' She puffed out her cheeks and frowned as the twins and Draco tried to calm themselves. After a few minutes and three aching stomachs, they were now back to concentrating on Hermione's answer.

'Thank you. If you really must know, I bribed someone two years above us. He's got an internship at the ministry and it was the only way I could get the hair without being seen.' She beamed a smile.

Fred and George came to the realisation at the same time and their eyes widened in disbelief.

'You don't mean - '

'You're joking'

Draco looked from one twin to the other. He was so confused, the only person who he knew that worked at the ministry was his father and Arthur Weasley, but they weren't on internships? Hermione noticed Draco's perplexed look and started to explain.

'Percy Weasley, the twins, Ron's and Ginny's older brother has an internship at the ministry. He's a Gryffindor prefect in the year above Fred and George. Maybe you've seen him around?'

Draco nodded his head. He had seen him sat at the Gryffindor in the great hall once or twice. In his opinion, he slightly resembled a rat.

'He looks like a rat.' Fred laughed, as if he had read the Slytherin's mind. 'But how on earth did you get old Perce to break a rule? He's worse than you when it comes to sucking up.' He said to Hermione who rolled her eyes.

'Surprisingly it was quite easy. I'm good friends with Luna Lovegood in Ravenclaw who happens to get along with a girl called Penelope Clearwater who happens to be very good friends with Percy. All I had to do was promise your brother a date with her and he happily took the invisibility cloak. It was perfect that Treeford and Pinesmith were the only two in the Department of Mysteries last night doing a bit of overtime. A simple sleep charm and pair of scissors did the trick.' She smiled wickedly.

The twins looked at her in awe and Draco's mouth twitched at the sides.

'Are you sure you weren't supposed to be put into Slytherin, Granger?' Draco laughed.

'Hey, it was just a whole lot of convenience really. They're both on a top secret abroad trip later on today too, so we can just walk back in shortly after they leave and say we forgot a few files or something. Job done!' She turned back towards the cauldron to sprinkle a few blonde hairs into the leftover polyjuice mix. She began stirring each mixture with either hand, even mixing in opposite directions at one point. Draco held his head with his hand and sat down on a nearby chair.

'Are we really doing this, Granger?' The Slytherin said, worriedly. 'I mean, the invisibility cloak is one thing, but breaking into the Department of Mysteries? There's a reason they're Unspeakables, because they're not allowed to speak about it!'

The twins laughed and took a few steps towards Draco.

'Don't worry your little Slytherin head about it,' Georgie smiled.

'You won't even have to say anything, just nod and smile.' Fred agreed, throwing himself onto the bed and putting his hands behind his bed.

Hermione looked over at him and tutted, 'making yourself comfortable are we Frederick?'

The ginger frowned and propped himself up on his elbows, 'I told you never to call me that! Besides, you're the one taking super long with this potion. Me and George would've finished by now.'

'Yes but you've got four hands, I've only got two.'

'We've got two of something else as well.'

Draco watched as a deep red blush crept across Hermione's face whilst her and the twins were joking back and forth. A pit established itself at the bottom of his stomach as he realised that Fred was the one making her react like that, for some reason his body responded in a negative way; it didn't like it. He shook the thoughts out of his head and got up, walking over to the cauldron and taking the spoon out of Hermione's hand. She looked at him.

'I might as well take over this one since I'm the one that's going to be drinking it.' He shrugged.

Hermione smiled, 'Thank you, Draco. At least someone is helping.' She shot evil looks at both Fred and George who held their hands up in surrender.

Ten more minutes of stirring and joking went past before the potions turned a deep brown, signifying they were ready. Hermione held her breath as she poured the half of the potion that was in the cauldron into another steel bottle, labelling them carefully with a swish of her wand in order to not confuse them. Draco picked the bottle up that had his name across it, rolling it from hand to hand. Hermione looked at him, worried.

'Are you going to be okay with this, Draco?' She took a timid step towards him, like she wanted to comfort him.

Draco looked through his silver fringe to meet her gaze, losing himself in her eyes. He signed, clinging to the bottle, 'Yeah, I've just got to actually suck it up and get on with it if we want to actually get home.' He whispered the last words and gestured towards the twins who were deep in conversation about their next prank. He didn't want anyone else to know about their situation as it could potentially change their timelines; if that's what was really happening here.

Hermione smiled, 'you're going to be fine, trust me. You're not going alone either, you'll have me!'

She winked at him before walking over to the bed to gather up their coats and her bag, giving Fred and George quick hugs goodbye. The gingers stood up and walked over to Draco, holding out their hands for a goodbye handshake. Draco eagerly accepted them and said his own farewells.

'I will literally kill you if you tell anyone this but you're my favourite Weasleys.' The blonde smirked, stepping away from the twins and heading towards the door.

Fred and George both emerged in a big grin.

'I mean, it's not hard to be the favourite Weasley but - '

'We're going to rub it Ron's face anyway'

The twins gave Hermione a final goodbye, nodded at Draco and disappeared out of the room, their footsteps echoing and disappearing down the hallway and into the pub. The two remaining students looked at each other; fear of the unknown washing over their bodies. The Gryffindor gulped.

'So, are you ready?' She walked over to the door and opened it, outstretching her hand for Draco to take.

He slipped his hand into hers and smiled, 'Ready.'

The two of them snuck down into the pub and once they were outside again, slipped into the dark side alley that hugged the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione swung the invisibility cloak around her and Draco once again, and set off towards the ministry.

After a short walk, they arrived at a dark alleyway that ran directly next to the Floo building. The only way for them to get into the Ministry was flooing in through the staff entrance. After asking Draco to hold up the invisibility cloak, Hermione reached into her bag and took out the two steel bottles, handing one over to the blonde. They both looked around to see if anyone was looking and then drank from their potions, stripping off the invisibility cloak in the process. The two looked at each other waiting for anything to happen. Draco felt disappoint start to cloud his mind; nothing would get them back to their own time if this doesn't work. All of a sudden, Hermione let out a squeal as her eyes widened.

'Draco, your hair!' Is all that managed to slip past her lips.

He felt a tingle as his hair started to turn a dark blonde, getting slightly longer and more wispy and his hairline receding. His eyes changed from the stormy grey to deep blue with light green speckled throughout, pupils enlarging. He grew taller, more muscular. Hermione changed before his very eyes too. Her out of control hair became dead straight, turned black and cropped at her shoulders. She blinked as her eyes turned a slight blue, with hints of violet. Freckles covered her nose and cheeks and a light red blush appeared. They looked at one another in awe, seeing each other for the first time in their new bodies.

Hermione blinked, 'This is so weird.'

'You're telling me, you've got bloody Parkinson's haircut.'

'Says you, you're balding!'

Draco clutched his hair in panic and his mouth fell open.

'Where the fuck is my hair?!'

Hermione clapped a hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle a laugh. She watched as Draco in Treeford's body clamoured at his hair, complaining about it being half the amount he usually had. Smoothing down the curl on the back of his head, the Slytherin gulped thinking about whether he really wanted to do this.

Hermione picked up on his worry, 'There's no turning back now, Malfoy. It's this or we stay in these bodies.'

'Would that really be so bad, though?'

Hermione looked at him as his eyes fell to the floor. She stepped towards him.

'This is not your chance to rewrite history, Draco. What happened has already happened for us, we don't belong in this timeline.'

He continued to look at the floor as Hermione tried her best to explain to him why it wasn't a good idea. She put a hand on his shoulder as he eventually looked back at her.

'What I did Granger, I can never take back.' He saw her smile falter for a second and it made him angry. She had torn down a wall that he never wanted to crumble; he worked hard to put those up. He ripped her hand away from him, turning his back to her and crossing his arms.

'Let's just get in there and get out again so we can back to our sodding timeline and I can get away from this shit conversation we're having here.'

The Gryffindor's eyes softened as she reached out to touch him again, before pulling her hand away. She had a feeling that bringing up the past had hurt him.

'Draco - '

'Don't, Granger. I neither want or need your pity. I just want to fucking leave.' He gritted his teeth and turned around to look at her. Seeing her so upset left a twinge in his heart but he pushed it down, along with his feeling of everything else.

She sighed deeply and nodded, composing herself. She reached into her bag and took out a white shirt and black robes, handing it him apprehensively.

'You need to wear something more appropriate than muggle clothing. Take these, I'll turn around when you change if you really want.' She looked down and shuffled her feet as Draco took them from her hand. She turned around as her shoulders dropped.

Draco hesitated, 'Thanks, Hermione.' He threw off his t-shirt and hurriedly shoved the shirt round his torso and buttoned it up. As he was doing this, Hermione was throwing on a robe round herself, hiding her own clothes. He tapped her on the shoulder and handed her his t-shirt which she shoved into her bag. She gave him a weak smile.

'Here goes nothing.' She checked her watch as she lead the way into the building and into the assigned fireplace. She took a handful of floo powder and stepped into the large fireplace, smiling again at Draco.

'See you soon. Meet me back here in two hours.' She demanded.

He nodded as he watched her disappear into a ball of green flames. He gulped and took a handful of powder himself, stepping into the empty fireplace.

Here goes nothing, He thought.

'Ministry of Magic!' He said confidently and loudly, throwing down his floor powder and shortly disappearing in the same emerald flames that had engulfed Hermione just seconds before.

Arriving at the big entrance way, Draco in Treeford's body, made his way to the entrance for the Department of Mysteries. It consisted of a long corridor full of locked doors. He swallowed as he stepped towards the large door labelled 'Wizarding Space Offices.' and laid his hand on the metal sheet that laid across the top. This technology was very similar to the muggle fingerprint reader that he had read in a book once or twice, but this charm also detected a soul. After the war, the ministry made extra precautions in order to keep Voldemort out, if he ever rose to power again. It required a full soul to be read and analysed as, with the Horcruxes, Voldemort only had at least a ninth of his left.

Scanning his hand, the door slowly swung open and allowed Draco to enter. The Slytherin stepped through and looked around curiously. Desks covered in towers of books littered the office, huge bookcases clung to each wall and projections of planets and stars lit up the ceiling. He gazed around the room in awe, he had never seen anything like this; only read of it in books. He didn't even know the wizarding world had been interested in researching the stars let alone study them. He walked towards one of the desks and picked up a book entitled 'Travelling to Planets by Broom.' He smiled at it, wishing he could take it for himself for some light reading at home. He walked further into the office, peering at the diagrams of constellations that littered the floors, when he had a thought.

If Hermione is searching for the time turner or any information in the time offices, then what am I doing in the space offices?

He looked around and spotted a door in the back. He walked towards it and the sign on the front read; . He clutched the door handle, trembling, and turned it slightly; the door creaking loudly and echoing around the room. He looked around to see if anyone had heard and when he thought the coast was clear, he tiptoed into the newly found room.

Meanwhile, Hermione had successfully managed to break into the time offices. The lock on the door was exactly the same as the one Draco had gone through, but Hermione had managed to slip through under the invisibility cloak. It's not that she was scared that the polyjuice potion wouldn't work; she was just making sure she had extra precautions in place. She had slipped in through the door and had immediately come across Pinesmith and Treeford gathering their documents together. They watched as the door opened and closed, seemingly having no one come through. They looked at each other.

'That was weird.' Misty said, raising an eyebrow at her superior.

They both shook it off, blaming the wind whilst shoving paperwork and their wands into small bags tied around their waist. Hermione smiled to herself as she thought they must have used the same charm as she did on her shoulder bag. The two Unspeakable's continued to lightly argue about which one of them left the door open as they left the room.

Right on time, Hermione thought, checking her watch and throwing off the invisibility cloak.

She looked around the room, seeing many clocks, small and large, covering the walls. They all showed different times but she didn't really know quite what for. She scanned the messy desks that were dotted around the room, reaching out to touch the many books that were open, mid-read. She smiled as she read one of the titles, 'Time Travel and You', wishing she could just curl up right there and divulge herself. She noticed a big glass tank that stood in the middle of the room, with a glass door and handle to match, so bright as if it was calling out to her. She stepped towards it, hesitantly, as if she thought someone would notice her. The ground underneath her feet creaked as she crept closer and closer to the glass box.

She erupted into a smile as she saw the many confiscated time turner's hanging on hooks, each with a log book and a sign out sheet beneath them. They had clearly been repurposed for the Unspeakable's to use to aid them with their work. She quickly popped open the large glass door and stepped inside. The air felt fresh and cool, as if the time turners were being kept at a certain temperature. The Gryffindor thought this was strange but decided that it maybe had something to do with unlocking the turner's full potential, something that she had always thought of doing but never achieved. She reached out to take one, taking a glance at the log books to see hundreds of employees had taken them out, seconds after each other. Touching the chain of the nearest time turner, she stretched out and grabbed it completely, holding it in her hand. She passed it from one hand to the next while leaving the glass box, eyeing up the paperwork that sat on a nearby desk. She walked over to it, studying what had caught her eye so quickly.

The Ministry Officiated Time Turner Manual, She read, slipping the time turner into her shoulder bag. She picked it up, reading the passage of text on the back and flipping through the first couple of pages, peeking at the chapter titles in the index. She ran a hand down the spine.

This could be the answer to all our problems, She thought, smiling to herself.

She checked her watch to see that it was almost time to meet back up with Draco. Stuffing the book into her bag she walked confidently back to the door that allowed her access to the offices in the first place. Gripping the door handle, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her and someone clearing their throat to get her attention.

'Hermione Granger, funny seeing you here.'