Draco Malfoy was angry. He was fuming. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't remove the bracelet from his wrist. The bracelet had appeared when he was time travelling - it was a thin band, barely noticeable and incredibly intricate, the chains interlocked and embedded in it were tiny jewels, all clear like diamonds. There were 12 jewels altogether. Malfoy attempted to pull them off, thinking that maybe they were the key to removing the jewellery, but they remained stuck in the chains.

As Malfoy was looking in frustration at his bracelet, Hermione Granger lay about 2 feet away from him. She was in the hospital wing, unconscious once more with curtains around her to protect her from prying eyes. After her explosion in the school grounds, Dumbledore and his assistant, Slughorn had brought her to the Matron to be seen to. To their surprise, the Matron had found nothing wrong with the girl and had prescribed her only with a sleeping draught that was beginning to wear off.

Hermione opened her eyes blearily. She sat up, her muscles screaming at her as she moved. She looked through a haze of sleep as she tried to recognise her surroundings. The hospital wing looked pretty similar to how it was in the future - or at least her bed and the curtains did as that's all Hermione could see. Memories hit her like a cannonball. Time travel. Malfoy. Dumbledore. Stunned. Hermione groaned. Malfoy heard the noise and walked straight through the curtains.

"MALFOY!", Hermione shrieked in surprise, "What -?"

"Granger", Malfoy interrupted, "I'm going to get straight to the point, no insults. Whilst you've been sleeping I've been trying to figure out this mess that you got us in-"

"I got us in?", Hermione said incredulously.

"Will you shut up?! I'm trying to be nice here. We are stuck here together and I'll be damned if the only person who can hear me ignores me or insults me so let's play nicely", Malfoy smirked at her shocked expression, "We've travelled back in time about 50 years. Dippet's headmaster. I didn't recognise any of the students which is annoying but even if I did they wouldn't be able to help us or believe us."

Hermione sighed, "Have you found anything useful, Malfoy? Or did you just want to bring me depressing news?"

To Hermione's surprise, Malfoy laughed. "You think that's the bad news, Granger? Oh I can show you something a lot lot worse than that. Look at your wrist."

Hermione rolled up her jumper and looked at her wrist to see that an intricate golden bracelet had appeared. It was very tight and she could see instantly that the only way to remove it would be to break it. She looked up at Malfoy, confused. He proceeded to show her his wrist where a near identical bracelet lay. The only differences were that his contained jewels and was silver in colour.

"Why are we wearing bracelets?", Hermione asked bemused.

"I don't know", Malfoy sighed, suddenly looking tired, "They have an interesting side effect though. Try not to scream now". Malfoy began to walk away from Hermione, as soon as he was 10 feet away his wrist began to burn. Malfoy bit his lip as he walked further away, spots of white light danced across his vision and he began to stumble. He couldn't take this anymore. He turned around and walked back towards Hermione who was watching him, looking angry.

"What exactly was that?", Hermione snapped at him.

"You didn't feel it?" Malfoy asked.

"Feel what? You better not be playing games with me Malfoy. I'm tired and I'm stuck in the past with you. The last thing I need is-"

"Playing games?", Malfoy said hotly, "Playing games? How dare you, you jumped up mudblood! You think this is fun for me? The only person who can hear me is a pathetic excuse for a human and every time I try and leave her presence a fucking stupid bracelet tries to burn my hand off! But of course, the Gryffindor princess doesn't feel anything does she? It's just me, as usual who has to suffer and this time I have to suffer in your fucking presence!"

Malfoy was breathing heavily, his usually pale face had turned red in his rage. He glared at Hermione, his eyes icy as he dared her to yell back at him. Hermione however, had calmed down and was processing what he had said.

"Only I can hear you? You can't leave my presence? Why can other people hear me? Why do I not burn? Assuming all that you say is true-"

"I'm not lying, bitch"

"- then we're definitely missing something here. I'm sorry for not believing you, Malfoy."

Malfoy started at her apology. "I- It's fine."

"Shall we try and work this out then?" Hermione risked sending him a small smile.

Malfoy ignored it and was just about to respond when the Matron walked in.

"Ah, you're awake I see", the matron said as she pulled open the curtains. She stepped through Malfoy and proceeded to study Hermione closely. "Let's see what I can do for you then".

The Matron was a portly woman, with auburn hair pulled into a tight bun and held in place by a hair net. She wore her uniform perfectly, there were no stains or creases anywhere. Her face was hard and she looked disapprovingly at Hermione, almost as though she was accusing her of wasting her time.

"You may refer to me as Matron and nothing else, girl", the Matron said to Hermione, as she began her examinations, "Be quiet now".

The Matron began to cast spells on Hermione. Hermione's head span as the spells flew over her. Red, blue, pink, yellow flashes enveloped her body. After 10 minutes of this the Matron cast a final spell which caused Hermione to vomit.

"Disgusting!" cried the Matron, "All over my clean floor, you wicked girl!"

Malfoy watched as Hermione attempted to apologise to the Matron. This woman's practise was unbelievable! Anyone would have a reaction to that amount of spells cast over them. Why was she treating Granger in this way? With horror, Malfoy realised he was defending Hermione and immediately decided that the Matron was doing everything correctly. It must be Granger's filthy blood that makes her react like that. It just can't accept magic, Malfoy tried to convince himself.

The Matron walked away and returned with a plate of dinner for Hermione to eat.

"What time is it?", Hermione asked the Matron meekly.

"Seven", the Matron replied before walking away from Hermione's bed, leaving the curtains wide open.

Hermione looked at the rest of the hospital wing. It was completely spotless. All the beds were in perfect alignment and were perfectly made. The Matron walked into her office, casting a sound cancelling spell on the door as she did so, and Hermione saw that the inside of her office was just as clean and organised.

"Well, at least she won't be able to hear us now", Hermione muttered, "I don't want any of this food, Malfoy and I haven't touched it. Would you like it? You must be starving."

"Aren't you hungry, Granger? You've been out for hours".

"Vomiting tends to take away a person's hunger", Hermione stated. "I think I'm going to try and sleep. You have it".

Malfoy reached over to grab the food and to his horror his hand sailed right through the sandwiches. No, this wasn't fair! He was starving! He tried to grab the beaker, he even tried to put his mouth to the food, but he ended up going right through it. The only thing Draco Malfoy could touch was the floor.

"Well, Granger", Malfoy said trying to regain his composure as Hermione stared at him in horror, "I suggest you put that big brain of yours to work before I starve to death".

As the two of them looked at each other, neither of them noticed one of the jewels drop off of Malfoy's bracelet and hit the floor before disintegrating into nothing.

A/N: I realised that McGonagall would still be attending Hogwarts in this time, so she's been replaced by Slughorn! Sorry!