AUTHORS NOTE: Before I get hate about this being up on another account, YES I DO KNOW IT HAS. But I abandoned it because I was scared about how much time it would take out of my days, and it was exam season so yeah. But now its summer, I can update as much as I like. Plus I changed emails and so this is my new account. I hope you like this next chapter! :D

When the pair landed, they ended up falling head first into a lake. For a moment, Hermione thought they were in the Great Lake but immediately dismissed this idea. This surrounding forest was too dense and old for that. She looked around for Draco and saw him spluttering and gasping for breath. She rolled her eyes and swam to him, grabbing hold of his arm. She swam gracefully to the bank and pulled herself up to sit on it, shivering. Draco wasn't far behind. He lifted out his wand and began the incantation for a drying charm.

"No," Hermione snapped, snatching his wand and putting it next to hers in her pocket. "No magic."

"Why? I'm freezing!"

"This could be a Muggle area!" Draco scowled at the fact Hermione was right. "I grabbed the time-turner though."

She lifted it out of her robe to find it was now in pieces. Draco sighed. "Doubt it will be any use now."

Hermione sighed too, she was already sick of her time travel partner. She looked around for some familiar area and found none. She did, however, spot a stone hut not too far away. It looked too small and too undeveloped to be occupied. They stood up and made their way to it. Hermione pressed her ear to the door. No sound. She pulled it open, and noticing she was struggling, Draco helped.

"Empty," Hermione confirmed.

And it was relatively empty of furniture too. There was a small fireplace in one corner and a pile of logs in another, nearer towards them. On the other side was a single bed and a knitted cover had been thrown on top. A knitted rug lay in front of the fire place. The hut was almost square.

The two made their way into the hut and Hermione closed the door behind them. Draco was looking at the fireplace as if he was wondering why it hadn't lit itself already. Hermione rolled her eyes again and picked up the wood from the corner and threw some in. As there were no windows in this place, she figured she could light the wood with magic. Once it was lit, they took off their heavy robes and put them in front of the fire. They both pulled the bed nearer the fire and sat on it like a sofa, trying to dry the clothes they were still wearing. The fire illuminated the room and lit up a corner which had been in darkness before. In that corner was a bow, some arrows and a sack. Hermione crossed to it and hauled it to the bed. She emptied the contents on the bed next to Draco.

Inside were some packets of food, a canteen of water, some water purification tablets and a first aid kit. The witch then began to put the things around the hut, making it seem a tiny bit like more like a house. All the kitchen things in one corner, the first aid kit in another...Draco had been silent this whole time.

"You hungry?" She asked him. Draco shook his head. She sat down next to him, keeping a bit of a distance. He looked up at her. He was genuinely scared of being in the future, she thought.

"Tell me the rules," the blonde said. "I don't want to mess anything up."

Hermione stared at him a moment before nodding. "Right. Number one rule is; don't let your other self see you. I don't think that'll be a problem though if what I think happened, happened."

"Why?"

"That green glow signalled that the control mechanism in the time-turner has failed. We now have no control over where it sends us. Until I fix it. Now it's broken though, it should be inactive until then. However, the stories about this sort of things say it usually goes to the extreme past or future, I'm not quite sure which one this is though at the moment. But the stories are few and far between. Some people don't get back and end up living the rest of their lives in that time."

Draco's expression was thoughtful. He was taking in every word. He nodded, "What else?"

"Find a newspaper or anything with the date. The quicker we do that, the quicker we can mix with the locals and dress like them. And lastly, no magic until we know for sure whether this place is Muggle land or not. It's fine if we know no people will be here, like in this hut. But nothing in public, okay?"

"I'll do whatever you say," Draco said. "Merlin, how I'm glad it's a nerd like you I'm stuck with and not a moron like Longbottom."

Hermione wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not so she didn't reply. "I'm going to cook something anyway and you can eat it when you're ready."

Twenty minutes later and they were both quite full with food. The sun was continuing to rise outside and the two were feeling slightly less hostile towards each other. Draco could feel Hermiones' eyes on him, so he looked up, eyes slightly narrowed.

"What?" he snapped.

"I think," Hermione started. "For the duration of this trip, we should call a truce. I don't mean we have to act like best friends, just say, if someone's trying to kill me, try and help me, don't just finish of the job. Okay?"

Draco thought for a moment, "Okay. Only if you promise to save me from bad guys too."

"Of course," Hermione replied. "And don't worry, you can go back to hating me when we get back. I understand if you don't want Crabbe and Goyle knowing you've been nice to a Muggle-born."

After Hermione finished speaking, they heard a rustling sound. Hermione immediately pulled out her wand and threw Draco his. He was right, anyway. They did know memory charms, and they weren't exactly in a busy city.

"Probably a fox," Hermione said after a moment of silence.

After a few moments though, a second sound, which was much closer this time, was heard. It was the sound of someone trying to open the door but couldn't quite manage it on the first try.

"Yeah, 'cause foxes really know how to open doors," Draco murmured, sarcastically.

Hermione spun around and pressed a finger to her lips before facing the door again. She did this only just in time before the door opened. A girl stood before them. She was older than them both, maybe by two or three years. She about as tall as Draco and had long, dark hair that was pulled over her shoulder by a long plait. She glared at them for a minute before noticing the wands. A shadow of a smile tugged at her lips, "What's this?" she laughed.