All of Hermione hurt, she felt drained magically. As if she had performed magic years beyond her abilities. Which would be something, Hermione didn't like to boast but her ability to comprehend and perform magic was great. For a moment she couldn't recall where she was or what had happened. It was only when Malfoy groaned her name out in pain beside her that Hermione did remember. Brown eyes snapped open and she sat up much faster than needed. The spinning in her head filled her with waves of nausea.
"Malfoy, what in Morgana's saggy tit have you done?" She asked pressing both hands to her head. Not feeling her wand Hermione looked down in a panic. The site of spongy, green moss didn't help her fright in the least.
"Granger." Malfoy tried once again to get her attention. The sound of his voice placated her seething for a moment. It sounded weak, incredibly weak. Rescuing her wand from a pile of leaves, Hermione finally turned to look at Malfoy, all her rage draining from her face.
"Malfoy, oh god. Why didn't you say something sooner." Hermione asked falling beside him. They had been tossed beneath a tree and Malfoy had landed on a sharp protruding foot. About six inches long, two inches wide, it wasn't very thick but went straight through his thigh quickly staining the grass with blood.
"I was trying to wake you for a few minutes.' Hermione believed him at the sheer amount of blood, and how pale he looked in the sunlight. He had been bleeding for a few minutes before she woke up. In the sunlight she could see just how bad he looked. Not just from blood loss, but the work he had been doing. He face a little gaunt, hair looked unwashed, as did his robes.
"Well, hold on." Hermione worked quickly pulling the beaded bag off her to get the bottle of Dittany. "I can heal you some. I need to get the root out and you'll need a blood replenishing potion." Hermione pointed her wand at the root, thinking Diffindo so it would separate from the tree. "It's going to be painful." She added grimacing sympathetically. Malfoy looked at her, grey eyes dark and more than tired.
"Just do it quickly Granger." Malfoy gathered up the bottom of his shirt, stuffing it in his mouth, before modding at her. Even the cloth in his mouth didn't muffle his screams as Hermione ripped the root from his leg, applying drops of Dittany generously before conjuring some bandages.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm done." Hermione apologized frantically. Malfoy's face had turned a threatening shade of green for a moment. Pulling a slab of Honeydukes Chocolate as well as a canteen out of the bag, Hermione thrust it at Malfoy, breaking off a piece of chocolate for him. "Get a drink eat this. We can't move you far yet. I don't think the root nicked an artery but I don't want to take that chance."
"Thanks Granger." He took a long drink watching Hermione carefully. She had stood up promptly and begun to mumble spells, moving around them. "What are you doing?"
"We have no idea where or when we are. You're hurt and the last thing we need is to have muggles stumble upon us. I'm putting a few incantations up to prevent that. They've worked in the past." She had muttered the last half darkly. The irony of the eerily similar situation to three year prior was not lost on her.
"Well." Malfoy coughed, swallowed the bit of chocolate. His voice sounded stronger already. "That's partially true. I do know where we are, if that helps."
"How do you know where we are?" Hermioe asked hands on her hips.
"I saw as we were thrown. We're at Hogwarts. At least, we are outside where Hogsmeade will be in the future." Hermione looked at Malfoy the horror on her face.
"What do you mean? Hogsmeade has been attached to Hogwarts for centuries. Only a few years after Hogwarts came to be. We can't, we can't be." Hermione sat down turning pale as Malfoy. "The founders, oh dear, oh dear. Hogwarts A, History hasn't even been written yet." Hermione's mouth felt drier than a desert.
"Don't pass out on me at the chance to meet the greats Granger. I broke my wand when we fell." Oh the irony kept pilling on. Hermione glared at him.
"That's not the problem at all you idiot. The problem is Time Turners haven't even been created yet! They won't be created for a thousand years Malfoy! How do we even have a chance of getting home without one." Hermione had the urge to slap him all over again. "This is all your fault."
"I told you to leave Granger." Draco's voice icy. "I told you to leave me alone. I had it under control until you got there. I had been shrinking it for two hours."
"Oh don't you dare blame me for this Malfoy." Hermione stood in a huff, pacing slightly. "You are the one who had been foolish enough to mess with time magic in the first place. The only reason I even came is because your father all but begged me to stop you!"
"MyFather sent you to stop me?" Draco's brow knitted as he watched her pacing. "But why? Didn't he know? Surely he has to understand I only wanted to. . ." Draco trailed off looking away from Hermione.
"Look." Hermione didn't feel obliged to comfort Malfoy but found the words anyway. "I might not agree with your Father on anything else but he understood. He understood that you can't change the past. Just us being this far back might change things so far beyond correcting. One thing is sure. The greatest minds of this era are in that castle and if we have any chance of getting home we are going to need to be in that Castle too."
"Alright, how exactly do you suggest we do that? We can't be students, we're of age." The grin that spread on Hermione's face didn't put Malfoy at east.
"You're right. We can't be students, we can however be teachers."
"Granger, what in the hell are you talking about?" She had sat down, opening the little beaded bag pulling out a hefty book that he recognized as Hogwarts A, History. She had begun flipping through the pages rapidly, speaking to herself. "Granger." Malfoy coughed calling her name louder.
"Oh for goodness sake Malfoy will you just give me a moment. I might be onto something." Grey eyes glared at the brunette as she stopped, reading over a list of the original employee's at Hogwarts apart from the founders. "Yes!" She shrieked slapping the book. "There!" She pushed it at Malfoy looking more excited than he would have expected from her reading a few pages in a book.
"Granger, this just tells us what the founding Father's taught. Though it only says what three of them taught. It doesn't mention what Helga Hufflepuff. It also says that Salazar taught Wandlore?" Draco looked up at Hermione confused. "Wandlore was taught at Hogwarts?"
"Oh goodness. Does no one actually read this book?" Hermione asked snatching it from him. "Yes, Wandlore was taught at Hogwarts for a great many of years because Slytherin left. Granted not many people took the subject because they didn't have the innate talent to create wands. It's not something just anyone can do. Now, shut up and listen to my plan." Draco glared at her, though did as she asked and listened while she explained what she had in mind.