A/n: This story is my personal favourite of all the ones I've written, and I can't wait to hear from everybody who reads this! I love getting reviews, so please review! Anyways, on with the show!

[Edit: Recently I've gotten a few reviews from people who were wondering (either in a good way or a bad way) what ships this fic may contain. I'd rather you discover it yourself, but... this fic contains Hermione/Cedric and some Hermione/Ron, in varying amounts of which cannot be disclosed by the author, and will be found out when the reader has read the whole story. ;) ]

Chapter 4

Tuesday morning dawned. Two days since Hermione's disastrous wish had come true.

She tried to follow her routine with the rest of her house, but everything was so strange. She continually was thinking about Dumbledore's words to her about wish reversal, why she hadn't seen Hagrid around anywhere, what the world was like outside of Hogwarts, and many other things. Her mind was pretty well anywhere else than on her studies.

Still, she was after all, Hermione Granger, so even though she wasn't trying as hard as she knew she usually did, she was easily turning a serious effort which for some reason was surprising to all the Professors.

Tuesday morning was relatively uneventful. Dumbledore gave her the "Wish Book" from the Restricted Section and reminded her not to forget to talk to the coin. She thanked him repeatedly and then dashed to the Gryffindor Tower to stash it in her trunk, laying the coin on top of the book.

Although she ran as fast as she could, she still ended up being late for her first Charms class since her wish.

She wasn't the only one.

Hermione turned the corner sharply, head down, trying to yank her Charms book out of her heavy bag. Obviously she wasn't watching where she was going.

The other person was mumbling to himself about Quidditch this and Professor that, as he was attempting to read over a few pages in his textbook, all while running.

At the exact same second, both looked up but it was easily a second too late. Both made an "Ooh! Oops!" type noise and they smashed into each other, knocking each to the ground. Books fell here and there, papers fluttered, and everything landed in one big mixed up pile.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Hermione apologized and hurriedly tried to separate her papers from the others and gather them up.

"No, no. It was totally my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going." he raked his hand through his thick curly, chestnut-coloured hair.

"Neither was I..." they looked up at the same moment, and Hermione saw the gray-blue eyes of Cedric Diggory looking back at her.

Her cheeks flushed pink and her stomach did an unexpected flutter. He blushed some too, then turned back his papers which he was trying to jam into his books.

She said nothing as she shoved her papers into her bag quickly. She'd organize them later.

"Charms?" Cedric asked.

"Yes."

"Me too." He smiled.

"Good thing Flitwick's not too hard on people who are late, huh?" Hermione said and stood.

Cedric stood and laughed. "Good one." he said.

Hermione didn't understand why he thought that her comment was funny, but she didn't ask. They jogged to the second floor, clutching their books and papers. Hermione noticed Cedric take a deep breath and brace himself for something just before he entered the Charms classroom.

"MR. DIGGORY! MISS GRANGER!" The loud, deep voice boomed through the classroom as soon as Hermione and Cedric had set foot into it. Hermione jumped at the voice. It was coming from Professor Flitwick! Tiny, white haired, squeaky Professor Flitwick, who was now standing at the front of his classroom, tall, with his hand on his hip, bellowing at the latecomers. Everyone turned in their seats to look. "Is this a free-for-all, that you can walk in whenever you please?"

"No sir." Cedric mumbled, and quickly took his seat.

"Then take your seats. Five points from each Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor." Flitwick stated. He was about to turn back to his chalkboard when he saw Hermione not moving. "Is something wrong Miss Granger?"

Hermione closed her mouth, shook her head and quickly sat down.

As Flitwick handed out the homework, he commented that Cedric had been late twice this week already and told that if it happened again, there would be a higher point deduction.

Hermione thought about how positively strange it was to up at a 6-foot-tall Flitwick, who referred to Cedric Diggory, of Ravenclaw.

It was nearly lights out when Hermione sat on her bed and pulled out the Wishing Coin. She stared at it long and hard before speaking.

'Talk to the coin.' she thought, remembering what Dumbledore had said. 'Tell it why you want to reverse the wish.'

"Um, Coin?" she whispered. "I...I don't want this...anymore. This...this...upside down world. I want my old friends back. I want Harry back. I want Ron back."

The coin just glinted in the low light coming from her bedside lamp.

'Should I say more?' she thought.

"Um...the...the Weasleys! Yes, they were poor, but they were poor and wonderful. Especially Ron. And now they're rich, but they're awful. I...I want them back to the way they were. And Ron. I want Ron back. Especially Ron."

Hermione didn't really know what else to say, or even if she supposed to say anything more at that moment, so she re-stashed the coin on top of the book in her trunk, turned off the lamp, and went to sleep.

Wednesday morning.

Hermione was just about to go out of the Common Room and head down to breakfast when Goyle stopped her.

"Oy! Hermione!"

"Yes?"

"You missed Quidditch practice again!" he said irritatedly.

"I what?!"

"I said," Goyle put his thick hands on his thick hips. "'You missed Quidditch practice. Again!'" he repeated.

"But I...I don't...I d-don't..." She? Hermione Granger? Bookworm and homework-aholic? A Quidditch player?

"Look, Graham decided to do practices as often as possible. We 2 last week - one of which you missed. Then we had another one Sunday afternoon. You were in a right state, so I didn't bother you then, but you knew we were having one last night." Goyle explained. "Why didn't you show up?" his eyes widened suddenly, "You're not quitting are you!?"

"Well, I - I...n-no...I... guess n-not...b-b-but I - "

"Good, Then we can expect you at the next practice, tomorrow night, then?"

"Wel...n-n-no...Goyle, I don't play Quidditch!" Hermione finally spit out.

"Yes, you do...?" Goyle said confusedly. He hesitated before saying, "Why'd you call me that?"

"What?"

"Goyle. Why'd you call me 'Goyle'?"

Hermione blinked. "That's your name, isn't it?"

"Well, ya, my last name. But you always called me Greg. You know, short for Gregory - my first name."

"Oh. Sorry Goy - er, Gregory - er, Greg. I mean." she hated it when people corrected her like that. It made her quite flustered and uncomfortable trying to remember what they thought she remembered but really she didn't and - now she was just confusing herself. "Er, what did I call Crabbe?"

"Vinny."

"Oh. His first name's Vincent, right?"

"Right."

Hermione made a mental note to remember what she was not supposed to call Crabbe and Goyle by their last names in the future. She cleared her throat and said, "S-s-so. I played Quidditch?"

Goy - Greg nodded. "Yes. You are - were - are - uh, yes. A Chaser, anyway. A real good one."

Hermione raised an eyebrow interest. A Chaser? She'd always thought the Chasers had the coolest and most exciting job on the pitch anyways.

"So what time is the next practice?" she asked. Maybe in this crazy parallel universe, she could be good at Quidditch like everyone thought she was. It was long shot, but worth a try.

"Usually 7:00 pm, unless Graham lets you know otherwise."

"Okay." Hermione smiled fully for the first time in a long time. "I'll be there. And I'll try my best."

This was going to be great.

Hermione was thankful for her ability to learn routines and timetables quickly. She was still unsure of how her timetables were at the time, but she was quite sure that she would have it down by next week.

Ally told her that they had Charms and Care of Magical Creatures with Ravenclaw, Herbology and Potions with Hufflepuff, leaving Transfiguration and Astonomy with Slytherin. All other classes were just Gryffindors.

Her two favourite classes - Transfiguration and Astronomy - were now her least favourite classes by far. McGonagall was wretched to the Gryffindors, and the Slytherins were still racking on Hermione very chance they got. Every time she entered the classroom, there were taunts and jeers. They worsened after one time Hermione protested to an unfair deduction by McGonagall and Harry heard her say to Ally that McGonagall was horrible.

"Oh, Ron! Ron! Everything's crazy! Save me from McGonagall!" Ron made a girlish voice, clasped his hands under his chin and openly mocked Hermione. Parvati shrieked with uncontrollable laughter, and Hermione was forcibly reminded of the old Pansy Parkinson.

The Gryffindors glared and defended Hermione, but that didn't stop the Slytherins from muttering insults and giving her rude shoves whenever they met her in the hall. "Slime", "dirt", "filth", "out of her mind", "crazy", and "disgusting" seemed to follow her where ever she went, even if there was just one Slytherin nearby.

"Filth" seemed to be Harry's choice of word, as he said it every time he walked past Hermione. And every time, Lavender would laugh and stick her tongue out at Hermione. Besides that, her arm seemed to have been permanently attached to Harry's waist. She never saw one without the other.

She was on neutral terms with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, having not been real great friends with any of them even in her universe.

Through it all, she was trying to keep faithful in reading the Wish Book, and talking to the coin nightly.

A/n: How was that? Tell me what you thought. ;) By the way, there are some good little surprises coming up in this story, so stay tuned...