A/N: Hey all! I've been camping for the past week with no technology so sorry it took so long to get this up!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter =(

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A few minutes passed in silence as Draco and Hermione stared through the trees at the men in front of them. It was too dark to see what they looked like, but that wasn't their biggest concern at the moment. Neither one of them had a clue what was going on, nor, why someone would be armed with bows and arrows.

Then they saw one of the mysterious strangers step out of the shadows and closer to the fire. He was very tan looking, and wearing only a loin cloth as well as some sort of face paint. Draco tightened his grip on the branch, while Hermione began trying to figure things out.

"Hello, I am Whitehawk. Who are you and why are you on our land?" He spoke in a funny way; very slowly and using lots of hand gestures. He was also looking at them expectantly.

Seeing that Draco was in no hurry to start talking, Hermione summed up her courage and answered the man. "I'm Hermione Granger, and this---she pointed next to her---is Draco Malfoy. We're sorry for intruding, but we have no idea where we are."

Whitehawk looked at them confused for a moment, as if trying to understand what she had said. "You have strange names, and strange clothes." He said finally. Then he walked over to the rest of his group and started speaking in another language.

Hermione looked over at Malfoy, and found he had a very confused look on his face, a look she was sure was on her own face as well. He seemed to notice she was watching him, as he turned towards her and whispered, "There's something off about this. I don't know what's going on, and I'm not sure I want to find out."

Hermione, for once, completely agreed with him. There was something so familiar about these people, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. And not knowing was making her feel even more anxious. She looked back towards the men, and found that Whitehawk was walking back towards them.

"You two are to come with us, and speak with Powhatan." He turned around and called out in the same strange language, and three of the men stepped forward and walked towards them. "You will not be needing those sticks." Whitehawk said, before turning around and leading the group into the forest. The men standing in front of them motioned to drop their branches, and they did so reluctantly. They knew that their makeshift weapon would not do much against arrows, but it was still comforting to know they could do something.

Hermione and Draco starting walking, and the three men followed closely behind them. They were walking for about a half hour or so, when they started to hear voices in the distance. As they drew nearer, Hermione realized they were arriving to a village, made up of wooden cottages. She was positive that no such village existed in any forest anywhere near their hometown, and this realization only worried her more. Just how far away from home were they?

They stopped in front of the biggest hut there, which wasn't really saying much. Whitehawk called out, and a few moments later a huge, dark man, dressed the same as the rest of the men, came outside and stared at the newcomers. Hermione assumed that this man was Powhatan, and that Powhatan was the leader of these people.

The two men began conversing, but were to far away for Hermione to overhear. Not that she'd be able to understand them anyway. A few minutes later the big man walked over to them. He stood in front of Draco. "Hello. Are you Draco?" He asked.

Draco looked uncomfortable, but he still answered, "Yes." The man seemed to think carefully for a minute then continued to speak.

"I am Powhatan, the Chief of the Powhatan Tribe. We have seen many of the white people around here, but you look different."

As he said this, Hermione realized why things were familiar. They were Indians. She remembered watching Pocahontas over and over again as a child, and she knew this was that tribe. But how was this possible? They had all been dead for at least three centuries. And they were in America! She realized she hadn't answered the man, and then noticed he wasn't paying her any attention, but staring expectantly at Draco. She nudged him in the ribs, but he still didn't answer the man, so she took things into her own hands.

"We're lost, and we don't know how to get back home."

Powhatan looked at her, puzzling out what she said. "There is a settlement of your people not far away. We could show you the way." He told her slowly.

Hermione looked at Draco again, who still seemed to be in a daze. "Could you let us discuss this by ourselves for awhile?" Powhatan thought for a moment, then nodded and called out to a man in the crowd. He stepped forward, and continued toward them.

"Take our visitors to the empty hut, and give them blankets." Then he turned back towards them. "You shall stay in our spare hut at the edge of our village. You can sleep there tonight, and we'll talk in the morning." He did a funny hand gesture, then called out to his people in their language, then returned to his home.

The man who had come to them motioned them to follow, and they began walking. Once they had passed the crowd watching them, the man started to speak. "I am Ketonga." (Great Turtle)

"Nice to meet you. I'm Hermione, and this is Draco." She looked at him as she said this, and noticed he was starting to become more alert. She assumed he had figured out where they were too, and wasn't taking it very well.

Ketonga seemed to notice something off about the man as well. "What is wrong with your friend?" he asked her.

Thinking up something quickly she told him, "We woke up near the river, where we were found, and he's been like this since then. I think he may have hit his head."

Ketonga nodded at this. He spoke the language better than any of the others so far had, but he still had a little bit of trouble understanding them. They continued walking a few paces, and then Ketonga spoke again. "We just built this hut," he said as he pointed to their destination. "Monchu (Bear) has taken a wife, and needed a house. However, they are gone to visit her family, so you will have it to yourself." When they reached the entrance, Ketonga waved goodbye, and turned back to the village.

"Thank you!" Hermione shouted to him. He turned to face her, nodded, and continued on his way. Hermione then walked into the hut. It was a lot roomier than it had looked from the outside. She looked at Malfoy, and found him still looking stupid. She was starting to get annoyed with him now.

"MALFOY!!" She screamed and slapped his face. He jumped, not expecting the loud noise, or the painful smack, and glared at her.

"What was that for?!" He cried, getting angrier by the second.

Hermione glared right back. "For being an annoying idiot. Now how 'bout we figure out what the hell is going on around here." She picked up two of the blankets Ketonga had left by the door, and walked over to the fireplace. She started making up her bed, then looked around for some wood. There was a small pile next to her, so she set it up the way she had seen Malfoy do earlier.

She turned around and looked at him expectantly. "What?" he snapped at her.

"Could you please light the fire?" she asked him, her voice filled with fake sweetness.

He sighed, then walked over and worked his magic. The fire crackled into life and began spreading it's warmth throughout the room. Draco looked around him looking confused. "How did we get her anyway?"

Great she thought, he blacked out too. "We walked." She said shortly, and proceeded to lay down under her blanket. "Don't you remember anything?"

He went and grabbed his blankets. "I remember men with arrows, and a big guy talking to us, but after that everything's blank." It looked like saying that took a lot of effort for him. Apparently he didn't like to admit he had no idea what was going on.

"I think we're in America in the 1600's." she told him. He looked at her weird for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Good one Granger. Now where are we really?"

She just stared at him for a few moments then said, "I'm not kidding Malfoy." He noticed her serious tone, and started worrying.

"Ok Granger, if you're trying to be funny, it's not working."
Hermione sighed in annoyance. "How thick are you! I'm not joking, I'm not trying to be funny. Look at the facts! We're in an Indian village in a forest, with the Powhatan Tribe. It couldn't be more obvious."

Draco was now laying in his own blankets, a few feet away from her. "Alright smarty pants, how did we go from 21st Century England to 17th Century America huh? Can you explain that?" He smirked at her, knowing she couldn't have an answer.

Hermione thought for a few minutes. Draco was beginning to nod off when he heard a cry from Hermione. He jumped a little at the noise, then glared at her. "What are you screaming about now Granger?"

"Malfoy! Do you remember that tea we drank in Miss DeBoard's office?" She asked hurriedly.

"Of course I remember that tea. It was the worst thing I've ever tasted, and that's saying something."

Hermione ignored this. "I think that tea had something to do with what happened. That's the last thing I remember. We were in her office, she gave us some funky tasting tea, and the next thing I know we're stranded in a strange forest."

"That's nice Granger, but how could 'funky tea' transport us across time and space?"

Hermione scowled, more to herself than to him. "I don't know."

"Well then, how about you let me sleep, till you do know." He rolled onto his side, facing away from her.

"Hold on Malfoy. We still need to figure out what we're going to do. Regardless of how or why we're here, when morning comes these people will be expecting to know who we are, and what we're doing."

She heard him groan as he turned back towards her. "How 'bout we say, 'Hello Earthlings, we are from the future.'" He smirked when he saw her glaring at him.

"Seriously Malfoy! This is important."

"I have an idea. You come up with something, and I'll get some sleep. Sound good to you?" He rolled over again, and no matter how many times she yelled at him, he stayed that way. So Hermione spent the rest of the night, not only trying to come up with a story, but trying to figure out just what was going on.

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Draco woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, though unnaturally sore. He looked around to find himself laying in a strange room, on the ground. Damn! He thought, as yesterday's events came rushing back to him. He had been hoping the whole thing had been one big nightmare, and he'd wake up at home.

I sighed, then took a closer look around. Outside he could see the sun just beginning to come up. He saw that the fire had died out quite a long time ago. Then he looked right next to him, and saw Hermione still fast asleep. Her hair was sprayed out around her head in a frizzy mess. He looked at her face, and saw dark circles starting to form. This made him feel a little guilty. She had most likely spent most of the night worrying, and he had ignored her, and had a good nights sleep.

Then he remembered what a jerk she had been, especially when she had startled him out of his trance. He was suddenly filled with anger at her, and came up with an evil idea. He took one last look at her tired, worry filled, pretty face, and got right up close and personal.

"HERMIONE!" he screamed as loud as he could. She gasped, and her eyes flew open, and her fist flew right into his chin. She jumped up, and looked wildly around her. Her eyes landed on Malfoy, sitting on the floor holding his chin in pain, and she couldn't help but laugh.

When he heard her laughing at him, his anger came back full force. "Granger! You good for nothing *itch!" He yelled at her, and stood up. Hermione stopped laughing now. He stormed over to her and pushed her up against the wall. "This is the 3rd time you've hit me in the past week and I'm sick of it!"

"If you don't get away from me right now, I'll make that four times!" Hermione growled. He opened his mouth to shout back, but they heard a knock on the door. Draco backed up, and saw Ketonga standing at the entrance with a basket of fruit and smoked salmon.

"Sorry if I interrupted anything," he said quietly, "but I've brought you some breakfast." He set the basket down on the floor. "Once you've finished, Chief Powhatan has asked that you meet with him. It's the biggest hut in the center of the village." He then hurried away.

"Well, since I'm good for nothing, I guess you don't need to hear my plan." Hermione said, and walked over to the food and picked out a bunch of grapes and sat down again.

Draco was ashamed of himself. She had only punched him because he had gone and scared the hell outa her. However, he was not about to apologize to her. He still had his pride after all.

He grabbed some fish, and went outside and sat across from Hermione. "What's your plan Granger?" He asked nonchalantly.

She looked up at him. "Why should I tell you? It's not like you care what I think." She muttered angrily.

So she was going to make things difficult. "Well of course I don't care what you think. But I do care about getting home again, preferably with everything still intact. So…please…tell me your plan." It nearly killed him to add in please, but he knew that was the only way he could get her to tell him anything, without having to apologize.

He could tell that she was thinking. For a few minutes she just sat there eating her grapes, and saying nothing. Then she looked up at him. "We tell them the white settlers threw us out of their camp, and we've got no where to go. That way they'll let us stay here for awhile, and we'll have more time to figure out how to get back home."

It wasn't the greatest plan he'd ever heard, but it wasn't horrible, and he couldn't think of anything better. He nodded, and said "I guess that will work for now." They finished eating their breakfast, then walked into the village to talk to Powhatan.

As they walked, Draco noticed that everyone was staring at them. Apparently they didn't get visitors that often. A few of the natives followed a ways behind them. When they reached Powhatan's house, he was already coming out to greet them.

"Hello! I hope you had a good night. Why don't you come into my house, and we can talk without so many ears around." So the three of them walked inside, and began their story.

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A/N: So what did ya'll think? Hope it was worth the wait!