A/N: To answer some questions from the reviews, yes Hermione was extremely OOC but that was the point. And yes, James' mum was called Dorea but I don't like that name so I changed it. This is just a filler really. Not very exciting at all but still, I hadn't updated in ages so I felt like I should. Happy new year by the way!

Disclaimer: I'll own Harry Potter when it's 2012. Get it? Cause new year? Ah, screw it, I'll just curl up in a hole and die with my terrible attempts at humour. I don't own it basically, hehe.

Chapter 9

Hermione shuffled through the bustling corridors, trying to blend in as much as possible and avoid the stares from her classmates. By now, the news of her and Luke's duel had spread like wildfire so all the boys were checking her out and all the girls were sending her daggers. Even Sirius gave her the cold shoulder.

Because of the way she was being treated, she took a seat by herself at the back of the History of Magic classroom. As Binns droned on about some goblin rebellion in 1687 or something like that, Hermione searched through her newfound memories for anything peculiar.

There was nothing shocking, except for the fact that she could dance. Apparently, it was compulsory at Beauxbatons to learn one style of dancing. Hermione, however, did two - ballet and ballroom. How on earth she managed to do all of that and still manage to finish top of her year was beyond her. Luke was her partner for both styles of dancing, although he was more of her instructor for ballet lessons. It was weird seeing a guy do ballet, it was a bit like the movie 'Billy Elliot'.

But Luke was such a good dancer, he made it look easy. It suited him, unlike the other guys who had tried - and failed - to do ballet. Then again, the only reason they joined was so they could see girls dancing in a leotard and tights. Because of the lack of boys in the ballet though, Luke was partners with a lot of girls. When it was ballroom though, he was specifically Hermione's. Although Hermione was a year younger than him, they had been close friends since she started Beauxbatons as that was when they had first became partners.
However, the further she delved into her new past, the more shocked she became. Harry was in this past, looking exactly as he did in the future! This could cause major problems for Hermione as Harry was James' carbon copy. With the same last name and everything, Luke was probably going to ask questions. But she could be okay and Luke might just pass it off as some weird fluke. But that was most likely now going to happen.

In this past, her relationship with Harry had started at the end of second year and had finished at the middle of fourth year. Luke was some kind of rebound. When Harry broke it off with her, she cried on Luke's shoulder. Literally. Harry had told her that it just wasn't working out so she went to Luke and found that she didn't want another relationship so soon after Harry had ended things. So instead of an actual relationship, they became 'fuck buddies'. Well, almost. Hermione was still a virgin and Luke had told her that he didn't want to take her virginity in such a crass relationship. But Hermione still didn't want to date, not after what Harry did to her. So they did everything but actually had sex. They just 'relieved tension'. There was no feelings involved though, they were close friends. Just after the October holidays though, Luke went away to become an Auror. Then there was the car crash and the adoption which brought her to where she was now.

~xXx~

Class was dismissed and Hermione scurried to Potions. Obviously, since Snape was her age, he wouldn't be teaching. As she walked through the corridors, she wondered who it would be. As much as it pained her to admit it, although he was unfair, Snape was a good teacher. He pushed them to their limits, making them brew difficult potions and gave them a lot of homework. But those who didn't do the homework and didn't know the theory didn't do well at all on their O. . Or at least that was how they felt. But they weren't like Hermione who thought that she'd failed everything because they didn't have her mindset. Oh well, maybe they they did okay. Didn't matter now anyway - they hadn't been born yet .

Hermione walked into the the dark Potions classroom to see four different cauldrons sitting on a desk each. All the other seats were taken so she sat down next to Lucius and across from Snape at a desk with a potion that she recognised as Veritaserum.

"Thought your brother would've saved you a seat," he smirked.
"No, that spot's reserved for Black. I don't mind though. He'd probably just interrogate me about what happened in Defence earlier," she sighed.
"Yeah, what was that about?"
"Mine and Luke's duel or the way we acted?"
"The way you acted obviously!"
She rolled her eyes. "We used to sort of date, and we've been really close since I was eleven."
"'Sort of date?'"
"Yeah, we were kind of fuck buddies."
"'Kind of?'"
"Yeah, we didn't shag, he thought it was too disrespectful to lose my virginity in such a crass relationship."
"Ah, he seems like a good guy then."
"How so?"
"You seem like a great girl, you deserve the best."

Before Hermione had any time to question this statement, a portly balding man walked through the door of the classroom. He was grinning too much for Hermione liking and she immediately felt like this teacher wasn't going to be anything like Snape. Maybe he wouldn't be as prejudiced though - it'd astound Hermione if he was.

"Hello class," he said in a booming voice that echoed off the stone walls. "Welcome to N.E.W.T potions. You know me, I'm Professor Slughorn. This class is the best of the best, hmm? The creme de la creme? We shall see. Oh! And who might you be?" he asked, looking at Hermione.
"Hermione Potter, sir." James beamed at her calling herself a Potter.
"Ah, related to our dear James, are you?"
"No, his mum and dad adopted me during the summer."
"Oh, what happened to your parents dear girl?"
"They died in a car crash," she sniffed and to her surprise, Lucius put a comforting hand on her shoulder even though the car crash implied that they were Muggles.
"I'm sorry, it was rude of me to ask."
"Damn right it was," Lucius muttered.
"What did you get on your O. ?" Slughorn questioned.
"An O, sir. In both practical and theory."
"Did you get your actual mark?"
"Yeah, 100% in practical and 109% in theory."
The class' jaws dropped, the new girl seemed to be able to do everything.
"My dear girl, how on earth did you manage that?" Slughorn asked, stunned.
"In practical, obviously you can't get any higher than 100% as it's for brewing a perfect potion, but I tend to ramble. I wrote a five foot essay when it was only supposed to be three. With all the extra information I added, they gave my extra marks. I was top of my year at Beauxbatons."
"I'm not surprised, I don't even think Severus did that well. Did you?"
"No sir," he said through gritted teeth.
"Did these achievements spill into your other subjects as well?" his attention turning back to Hermione.
"Yeah. I finished top of my year. I got all Os," she replied, wishing that he would just start the lesson and take the eyes away from her. Everyone seemed astounded at her accomplishments.
"And just how many O. did you take girl?"
"10 sir, with two additional exams marked the same way as O. "
"And these were?"
"Potions, Charms, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, Arithmancy, History of Magic and Ancient Runes."
"And the two additional exams? Pardon my curiosity."
"Ballet and ballroom dancing. To learn one style of dancing was compulsory. I got a joint O.W.L. with Luke Vierren in both exams."
"You mean the new professor?"
"Yeah, he's been my dance partner since I was eleven."
"They seemed like a lot more than that," someone sniggered in the back of the room. The class all stifled their giggles while Hermione blushed furiously.
"Well, Miss Potter, see me after class will you?"
"Okay," Hermione said, unsure of his reasoning.
"Now, take out your books! We'll be brewing a Draught of Living Death after we identify these potions I've prepared."