"Hermione Granger, get away from that spaceship or I will rip time and space apart just to make you get the hell out of there!"
…is a sentence that has never been spoken before and most likely will never be spoken again.
—Two hours earlier—
"So, where do you want to go this time?" the Doctor asked her, with a huge smile on his face. He adjusted his bow tie.
"Where are you from? Somewhere called Gallifrey, isn't it? I think you mentioned it yesterday," Hermione asked innocently.
The Doctor's green eyes, full of happiness just a moment ago, now held a world of sadness.
"…Doctor? What's wrong?" she asked sympathetically.
"It's… it's a long story, I'll tell you later." Of course, he had no intention of actually telling her. Rule one: The Doctor lies. "Now, where are we going to go?" he said with a grin. "Barcelona? Clom? Raxacoricofallapatorius?"
"What? You're just making things up now, aren't you?" Hermione laughed.
Eventually they got bored of being all indecisive, so the Doctor just set the TARDIS coordinates to random.
Unfortunately for them, the place they ended up was exactly where the Doctor hadn't wanted to be.