Déjà Vu

Hermione Granger, Later That Night, September 1st, 1997

"Malfoy. Malfoy? You're going to share a room with Malfoy!" Ron said hysterically. I had always known that he had something for me, and his jealous streak never ceased to betray him.

"Ron, calm down, it can't be that bad," I told him. My face screamed 'liar'. I was a liar. There was no way this was going to start off perfectly.

"He'll jinx you in your sleep!" Ron said as Harry nodded.

"It's not safe, Hermione."

"Well, what d'you two want me to do, hm? You want me to go to Dumbledore and tell him that I don't want to share a room with him? I refuse to be Head Girl because Draco Malfoy is Head Boy?" I sighed and muttered the password given to me by Professor McGonagall. She told me to go to the thirteenth floor and find the John William Waterhouse painting of a Siren and a young boy trying to woo her. It was a rather large painting, and quite beautiful. The password was 'Iunctum', Latin for Unity.

"It's not only that," Harry said the portrait opened up, "our schedules are completely different. You have all advanced class-"

"Whoa!" Ron said loudly, noting the surroundings. As we entered, an burst of warm air slapped our faces. I looked around, dozens of reds, golds, blacks and greens were adorned around this common room. Though it would seem unfair to call it a common room. Ahead of me was a wooden double door, and at the sides of that wall were also two double doors. They had small golden plates on them reading 'Hermione Granger' and 'Draco Malfoy', they were obviously our rooms. I walked forward. In front of a life-size fireplace, there were two velvet plum colored armchairs, a sofa, and a cherry wooden coffeetable. There were papers and such on the coffee table.

At the end of the room, near the entrance, were two desks. One with a tapestry of the Slytherin House symbol, and another of Gryffindor.

"Books!" I gasped and ran to the library section of the common room. I ran my fingers over each and every spine and sighed. I hadn't read these, and Madam Pince probably knew it.

"What?" said a voice near the entrance, I spun around and saw Draco Malfoy. "Last year they had a special potions pantry!"

"Why would they have that in a Heads' Common Room, Malfoy?" I asked him. Even he couldn't ruin my mood after finding out that there was a library in our common room.

"Because, mudblood, Dumbledore decorates this section to the Heads' liking, didn't your precious book tell you that?" Ron cursed under his breath and grabbed his wand.

"Draco, I told you, mudblood isn't a pleasant word," Blaise said. I hadn't even noticed that he had tagged along with Draco. I was beginning to miss Crabbe and Goyle as Draco's little pets. Blaise's loyalties seemed uncertain, even to me.

"Yes, for all you know, Draco, Hermione can call you an inbreed." Harry said, then quickly apologized to Ron. I would never insult someone based on their blood. Just like when I'm in the world of muggles, I refuse to be racist. It's a horrible principle that people have invented, it's based on ignorance and nothing else. And I refuse to condemn myself to ignorance.

"But she wouldn't insult him based on his blood." Blaise approached me, or rather the library, and looked over the books. I caught Ron's deadly glare. As Harry and Malfoy continued to verbally quarrel, Ron joined in and Blaise made to pretend that he was looking at the books.

"Ignore him, Hermione," Blaise whispered, his breath causing goosepimples to appear on my flesh. I looked up at him with a mixture of curiosity and haughty coldness.

"Mr. Zabini, I know better than to take Draco Malfoy personally," I replied and faced away from the battle field, towards the books.

"Call me Blaise, please," he paused. "You know you smell like them."

I lifted an eyebrow, uncertain as to whethere I should be offended or not. "Smell like what?" What on earth was he talking about?

"Books. That, and incense." I blushed and looked down. I didn't exactly know what incense were, but if I smelt like them -- That wasn't it. He could smell me. Was he that close? I cleared my throat and stepped away a bit.

Draco Malfoy, September 1st 1997

"What are you two doing?" I barked loudly, noting Blaise's and Granger's heads together, and noticing their lips moving in whispers. How dare they? How dare Blaise take Granger from me! She was mine to insult, to ridicule. If he dates her, oh, I don't even want to think about it. I will prevent it with all of my powers.

That's what it means to be a Slytherin, you have to first look out for your House, then for your friends. No one said we were trustworthy. You have to do what is right for your own kind, then you get to care for your own social needs. Yes, we were a group of traitors, looking out for our own spine's. But at least we were pure.

"We were," Blaise cleared his throat, "looking at books." Ron marched over, grabbed Hermione's wrist and pulled her on the other side of the room, which was now occupied by Saint Potter, and his sidekicks.

"Ron," Granger hissed as I snickered. They acted like a married couple. "It's my choice if I want to speak with him or not," she said, pretending we couldn't hear them.

I met Blaise's eyes and he winked at me in an all-knowing way, "I reckon your room will be fantastic, wouldn't hurt to check it out, would it?"

When we were inside, I closed the door and proceeded to lecture him.

"Listen, mate," he told me, "all I want to do is get in her pants." This is very Zabini-like of him, to pick a prey and try to feed on them. Or just to take the virginity away of one of my enemies, maybe that was it.

"I don't believe you," I said carelessly, looking around my bedroom. Not bad, a large four poster bed, decorated in the Slytherin emblem and made of black silk. On the top of the bed, above the four pillars at the side of each corner of the bed, lay a thick layer of black velvet. It provided darkness and mystery to the bed itself. Adjacent to the entrance, there was a large window. It would be understatement to call it a window. It was more like a see-through wall, and it overlooked the entire Dark Forest. If I was accurate, Granger's room looked over the lake.

"Hey, do you reckon I can stay here sometimes?" Blaise asked and played with the tassels on the humongous drapes covering the window. I shrugged and stretched, pulling my covers out from under the top pillows.

"Zabini,"I sighed, "if you desperately want to talk about Granger," I drank in his look of hope and happiness then continued, "you can do it in your own privacy." He sighed and threw a pillow at me. I grabbed it in midair with the flick of my wand and put it under my feet.

"You're cruel, Draco," he said as I smiled, "Oh, and I gave Pansy a false password, just so you know." I chuckled and closed my eyes.

Hermione Granger, September 2nd 1997

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.... sang my table clock, courtesy of my muggle parents.

"Ugh!" I banged on the door between my bedroom and the bathroom.

I'm dreading having to go to the bathroom to get ready. It's been nearly an hour! Malfoy is in there bathing and I know he'll want to torture me. It's not that I fear him or anything, because believe me, Malfoy's intimidation is getting quite old. He isn't as dangerous as he thinks.

I laughed aloud. If he isn't as scary, then why am I dreading using the bathroom?

"Oh, sod it," I went it. A fog of steam hit me.

Draco Malfoy was taking a bath in the pool-sized bathtub. The bathroom resembled the Prefects' bathroom; a large bathtub lay adorned in the middle of the area, and looked quite deep. There were large faucets that could be turned with the flick of a wand to expel the contents: bubble bath. There were dozens of colours to pick from, and dozens of scents. Malfoy had on black -- which was the smell of licorice, green -- evergreen, a clearish silver -- the smell of fresh air, and a mysterious purple one. I noted all of this before I thought of covering my eyes from seeing Draco Malfoy swimming from side to side completely and utterly nude. He swam laps, back and forth, building up his already sturdy physique. I swallowed hard, and bit my bottom lip.

"Malfoy," I called out, turned away from him. He didn't answer, "Malfoy!" Still no sound but him swimming back and forth in the pool. "Malfoy!"

He stopped, and I turned towards him. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head around, splashing the water that inhabited his hair for the amount of time he had been in there. He cleaned himself of other suds that were on his torso and looked up at me.

"Yes, mudblood?" he said this sweetly as if he was complimenting me. I gritted my teeth and spoke through a clamped jaw.

"When will you be out?" I managed without flinging myself into the pool with him and tearing him to shreds. He began walking forward, toward the shallow end with the steps which happened to be right next to me. He made no intentions of covering his private areas as he walked. The water began to drop lower and lower, first under his chest, then his abdomen, then I could see the beginning of his pubic bone and the thin trail of blond hair under his belly button leading down... I gasped at that and spun around.

"You might as well get used to being in the same room with me," he grabbed a towel and dried off his hair. "I know that it's quite an honor to get to see a pureblooded male in the full nude, but it appears I have no choice, mudblood. I simply must beautify myself for all those worthy of actually seeing me."

"Worthy? By god, what did they do? Are they Azkaban convicts? Because no one in their right mind would chose to see you, or even be flattered by it," I lied as my eyes wandered, trying to avoid seeing Draco Malfoy in the nude, in front of a large mirror, drying himself off. He grinned and lazily pointed his wand to the bathtub.

"Evanesco," he said softly as the door from Draco's room opened.

"Christ, what's all the ruckus about?" said Blaise Zabini's bedheaded head, poking through the doorway. "Oh." He laughed outloud and walked in, wearing only black silk boxers with a Slytherin symbol on it. I couldn't help but notice that Draco and Blaise were built alike. Blaise had slimmer shoulders, and was thin with little chest hair, and Draco had wider shoulder-blades and a more toned body, though all in all, they seemed to have a similar amount of muscle. I caught myself looking and a gasp lodged in my throat.

"What is it with you Slytherin men and walking around with very little clothing?" I said before I could stop myself.

"Or none," Blaise offered, noticing that Draco Malfoy had begun to pull on his underpants.

"We're pretty." Malfoy said and I coughed out a laugh. "And we know it."

"Look, when are you two going to be gone? I need to take a bath. Please hurry and leave!" What was I supposed to do? Beg? What did they want from me? Blaise nodded and pulled Draco out by the elbow. I saw Draco fight him, but Blaise just whispered something in his ear. This rendered Draco helpless, thank God too.

"It was brilliant, really. When they actually created the grains that make time go back, well, they used it for more time. That way it took a year or two for them to build one, but when they succeeded, they could just go back in time and make two with two people... It's somewhat complicated," I found it fascinating. Professor Minerva McGonagall held the Time Turner between her index and thumb, as we oggled at it's brilliance. I had decided to use it once more, to finalize all of my credits at Hogwarts in my final year. I had no idea what I wanted to be; the sheer idea of all the possibilities and all the opportunities that may present me could make me dizzy. She dropped the small device into my hand.

It was small and sleek. Made of gold and copper mix, the glass was incredibly thin, adding to the fragility. The grains of sand were the key to this device. They were magical, found from a cave in India I had read. Mixed with the right amount of magic and man-power, these time turners could be created. I don't know exactly how, of course I don't. I can't know exactly how. I mean, it's top secret.

"You better be getting to your classes," I nodded and hurried out with a grin, hiding the long golden chain and small hourglass in my shirt. They fell plainly, well hidden between my breasts.

"Hey you!" Blaise Zabini turned up from outside of a corner. "Late to Potions?"

"Yes, how did you - " I stammered; I didn't know how to end it. How did you appear out of nowhere? Or how did you know I had potions? He smiled and didn't say anything.

"It's okay, you're with me. He won't deduct seven hundred points from Gryffindor, though it would plague him if he didn't." He let out a well-pitched guffaw. Deep, and clear. I shook the thoughts out of my head. "Hey, that girl looks..." he squinted forward, looking at someone that I may have missed. Uh-oh. That was me? Then that means that I should... scram now.

"'scuse me! I have to... um," I stumbled and walked away quickly.

"But you'll miss class!" He yelled. I ran to an abandoned class room and saw the other me.

"I have to get to class," she -- or I, said. "Two turns. Go eat breakfast, and you won't be late to potions." I nodded and she ran.

AN: Sup. Review. Srsly, or I stab the Slytherinz. :OOO

I would never. I know, empty threat. .