Author's Note: I see grown up Hermione and Draco's home as having a light academia style. Cozy and academic and stuffed with books.

In which Hermione and Draco get more than they'd bargained for.

Summer 2007

Hermione was fighting the urge to scream.

"Where the hell am I? Why am I in your bed?" Malfoy shouted at her, having not fought that urge.

"I could ask you the same thing! Wait, what do you mean my bed? This isn't my house!"

"What do you mean this isn't your house?"

"What do you mean, what do I mean?" They were both shouting now, wild eyed and gesturing around them.

"I need to sit down." There was a green velvet reading chair in the corner of the room, and Malfoy sank into it.

They were silent for a second. Both of them frozen in time.

RRRRRIINNG RRIIIING. RIIING RIIINNG

Malfoy jumped up again from his brief stint in the chair.

"What the fuck?!"

"Stop shouting! It's just a phone!"

"WHAT IS A PHONE?" she couldn't help it. She started to laugh. The entire situation was so absurd that Malfoy screaming at her because he didn't know what phone had sent her into hysterical, hyperventilating giggles. He looked terrified.

"Granger! Granger snap out of it." He made to move towards her as she started to wheeze but seemed to remember that he was only wearing his underpants and that sent her even further over the edge, almost folded over on the bed, unable to calm herself.

The ringing stopped but the answering machine didn't click on. They must have hung up. Finally, she was able to pull herself together.

"Granger. What in the absolute shit is going on?" He sounded calm, but when Hermione looked back at him his face looked extremely freaked out. He was sitting in the chair again. She looked around at the room. She'd never been here before.

They were in a large, well decorated bedroom. Despite how disconcerted she was, she could appreciate that whoever's house she was in had good taste. The walls were a lovely sage green, and there were things everywhere. Pictures all over the walls, books on little tables, and cozy plush furniture.

"This isn't my house." She said finally, Malfoy looked back up at her, "and this isn't your house. So, where the hell are we?" She looked at the table beside the bed and saw her wand on a pretty little stand. With a quick flick she grabbed the light pink housecoat from the back of the closed door and sent the dark green one towards Malfoy.

She slipped out of the bed as he was covering himself and did the same. Padding across the room to another closed door she made to open it.

"Wait!" Malfoy said behind her, and walked over to retrieve his own wand. He came to her side, wand at the ready and nodded.

"Alright then," she opened the door.

It was a bathroom. She felt Malfoys relief behind her.

"Ok, just a bathroom. Nothing to be scared of in here." It was, she thought, a very nice bathroom, with gorgeous tile and a giant standalone bathtub.

"Let's try the other door." He said quietly. She nodded.

They got to the other door, and Malfoy reached for the door this time. With a quick glance back at her, he opened it.

She had barely gotten a look at the hallway when an orange streak whizzed past her and leapt onto the bed.

"Oh my god."

"What the hell? Is that a cat?"

"Of course it's a cat! He's my cat." Crookshanks was here. In this room. How was that possible.

"So, we are in your house!"

"No! I don't live here; I've never been here before in my life." He leveled a look at her that made it very clear he didn't believe her.

"Then why is your cat here?" Hermione didn't have an answer for that.

"You have two cats?" She heard him say immediately before the prettiest white cat Hermione had ever seen jumped onto the bed, rubbing lazily against Crookshanks.

"That, is not my cat."

"Looks like it's your cat." he said darkly, still clearly suspicious. At that, Crookshanks jumped back off the bed, and began to wind himself around Malfoys legs.

"What is happening?" Malfoy looked close to tears.

RIING RIING. RIING RIING.

"Give me strength." He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Right." Hermione said, striding out into the hall.

"Granger, wait!" She heard him following behind her.

Not stopping to look at her surroundings, she followed the sound of the phone till she finally located it downstairs in the living room.

The ringing stopped just as she reached it. Malfoy spared the phone a suspicious glance and then moved past her, distracted.

This time, they didn't hang up, and the answering machine clicked on. Her voice filled the room.

"You've reached Hermione Granger" His head snapped back around to squint at the machine, as his own voice started "and Draco Malfoy. Leave a message at the beep. Unless you're Potter in which case sod off." She didn't think his eyes could get any wider when her own piped up again, "Draco!" "What? He owes me twenty galleons!"

BEEP

They were both silent, but when the next voice filled the room, she thought all the air must have been sucked out along with the sound.

"Happy birthday Draco darling!" her mum's voice came through the little box, tinny, but still unmistakably hers. She started to cry. "Love you both! We'll see you at the party at the Manor tonight! Mwah!" There was a click.

Hermione collapsed onto the sofa behind her. Her mother had left her a message, no, her mother had left Malfoy a message. Her mum knew who she was. She was coming to Malfoy's birthday party? Her vision started to tunnel; she didn't quite understand what had just happened. Dimly she knew that Malfoy had come towards her and was kneeling in front of her, snapping his fingers.

"Granger. Granger, I know the little box stole your voice, but you need to stick with me here."

What the hell is going on?

She was hyperventilating.

"Granger." he was poking her knee, his voice getting a little desperate.

"Hermione!" That snapped her out of it. She looked at him and finally registered the concern on his face.

"My mum. That was my mum."

"Alright?" He was still very confused.

"She knows who I am." She started to cry again, her head falling into her hands. She felt him sit next to her, a hesitant hand on her back. He didn't move it, just left it there. He passed her some tissues, and after a few minutes the tears finally stopped.

"I am going to need you to explain that a little more." He said softly, she looked back at him.

"During the war, when the Death Eaters started rounding up the Muggleborns, it wasn't safe in the UK for them anymore." His lips were in a tight line, but he nodded.

"Not to mention they were looking for me, they knew I was with Harry. So, I had to send them away. I knew they wouldn't just leave me behind, so I had to obliviate them." His brows rose almost into his hair, which she had just realized was cut differently than it had been earlier. Shorter on the sides and longer on the top. She continued, "I couldn't reverse it. I…I was very thorough. I had to be sure they'd be ok. I haven't spoken to them since, they don't know me anymore."

"I'm so sorry, but they must know you now?"

"This isn't possible." Suddenly reality set in again. Regardless of what she had just heard, her parents did not remember her. Nothing had changed since this morning. He squirmed next to her and sat back a little on the couch.

"Not to alarm you, but I don't think that's the only thing we need to be concerned about."

"What do you mean?"

"Granger, I think we might be married."

About five minutes passed in silence. They both sat facing straight ahead, just looking at nothing. After a few more minutes had passed, he picked something off the end table next to the couch and handed it to her.

It was a picture of the two of them on what was obviously their wedding day, she was wearing a beautiful white dress. It was nighttime, and they were standing on a stone bridge, looking into each other's eyes, a breath from kissing. Hermione thought they perhaps didn't know the picture was being taken. They looked completely lost in each other, and there was no doubt in her mind that the people in that picture were utterly in love.

The problem was, those people were her, and Draco Malfoy.

"This can't be us. It can't be." She turned to him; he was looking at her hand.

"That," he pointed to the emerald ring, "is my mother's. It's a Black family heirloom. It was her grandmother's. If you have it…" Her heart was beating so hard she thought she should be able to hear it.

She looked at the ring again. She noticed for the first time that there were two pear shaped diamonds on either side of the large rectangular green stone. She pushed it around with her thumb. It fit perfectly.

She took a deep steadying breath, and finally looked back at him.

"We need to figure out what the fuck is going on." He nodded,

"Agreed. Dibble!" A house elf appeared with a sharp CRACK

"Master Draco. Mistress Hermione. Dibble is honored to wish you a happy birthday sir. Is you wanting breakfast now?" Dibble was grinning widely at her, admiration shining out of his eyes.

Mistress Hermione. Merlin.

"Thank you, Dibble that would be lovely. Before you go though, Gra- that is Mistress Hermione and I had quite a lot to drink last night. Would you be able to answer a question for us?"

"Of course. Dibble would be happy to help."

"Lovely. What year is it?" Dibble looked taken aback. Hermione thought he was expecting an inquiry into the time, or the weather. Not the date.

"It's 2007…"

"Perfect, thank you so much. Breakfast would be delightful, no rush." The elf nodded uncertainly and disappeared.

"2007. How is it 2007?" he muttered to himself.

"The time turner." Hermione said. His head whipped around to face her.

"The fucking time turner. What's the last thing you remember?" He had fully turned to face her now. She felt a little sheepish as she said,

"We were arguing," He tilted his head to the side, an almost amused look on his face.

"I think that was a rather one-sided argument but go on."

"Yes…well…there was shouting, and then an explosion?" He nodded in confirmation.

"You were furious. There's a chance your magic set it off. The time turner. Do you have any clue why it would have done this?"

"No. Not at all. I don't even think this should be possible. It must have been all the tinkering Voldemort was doing with it. Even if we could go into the future, which we shouldn't be able to, we should be here as our 2002 selves, not our 2007 selves. And if we are our 2007 selves then we should have all our memories from the last 5 years but we don't."

"This is giving me a headache."

"Time magic is tricky. There's a reason its regulated." They sat in silence again.

Startling them both, Dibble appeared again with a crack.

"Breakfast is served in the sunroom. Will Master Draco be needing anything else?"

"Yes Dibble, would you mind terribly showing us to the sunroom?" Malfoy said. The elf quirked his head but with a very stout attempt at a normal reaction to that very odd question said,

"Of course! It would be Dibble's pleasure!"

"Perfect, thank you Dibble." They followed the elf through what Hermione was starting to realize was quite a huge house.

"Dibble, how long have Mistress Hermione and I been married?" Malfoy asked casually. If the elf found this another strange question, he hid it well.

"Two years this August, sir." He said as they made their way back upstairs.

"Right, of course, and how long have we lived here?"

"Three years next month, sir." They had reached the sunroom. It was over the living room and looked out into a park. They were in London, she realized. She walked towards the windows,

"Dibble, is that Kensington Gardens?" she asked with a slight squeak.

"Yes mistress. If there is nothing else Dibble will leave you now."

"Yes, thank you Dibble." She said in a daze. She turned back to Malfoy who was also staring out of the windows.

"We're in the middle of London. This house must have cost a fortune." He raised a brow at her.

"I don't know how to tell you this Granger, but I am quite rich." She rolled her eyes and sat at the little table in the middle of the room. It was quite a lovely room, she had to admit.

"I know that, but I'm not." He sat across from her and held up his left hand. Wiggling his fingers.

"You are now." He drawled. She froze. Right. Because they were married. She was married to Draco Malfoy.

They ate in silence for a while. Delicious pastries and the best coffee she had ever tasted. After about 20 minutes, Crookshanks and the mysterious white cat made another appearance.

"Are you sure that's a cat?" Malfoy said, eyeing him suspiciously as the cats hopped onto one of the white sofas and laid down in a patch of sun.

"Yes, I'm sure. But he is part Kneazle." This earned her another incredulous look, and she pressed on, "The other cat however, I've never seen before in my life." The white cat looked up at her and Meowed mournfully before settling in for a nap. They drifted back into silence.

"What are we going to do?" he asked finally, setting down his empty cup. She looked back up at him.

"I honestly don't know. This is so…" she trailed off.

"Yeah." He replied. After a moment he spoke again.

"First things first. I don't think we should tell anyone. I have no idea how this time thing works, but I don't think the implications of us screwing with a timeline are very good."

"I think you're right. Normally, you go back, so you can't tell anyone because it'll affect the future. But were already in the future, so would it affect the future of the future?" She could feel herself getting confused.

"Granger, you're giving me a headache again."

"We have to stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Calling each other by our last names. I don't even know if Granger even is my last name anymore." His eyes flicked up at that and something strange flashed in them. "You need to start calling me Hermione." He nodded.

"And you need to start calling me Draco." His voice had become a little funny. But Hermione ignored it and stood, holding out her hand.

"Draco." She said. Waiting for him to rise. He did and grasped her hand in his, shaking it.

"Hermione." He said, his voice low. Her name on his lips sent a thrill through her, one she had never felt before. She gulped.

"Right. Well." She dropped his hand and raised her hand to play with her necklace, finding it exactly where she expected it to be. She must have gotten it fixed. She smiled.

"Hermione." He said again, his eyes flicking to her fingers on her chest before meeting hers. She closed her robe self-consciously, though a strange feeling was beginning to wake in her abdomen at the look on his face.

"Yes?" His eyes darkened but his voice was amused when he said,

"Is that a Slytherin t-shirt?" She looked down at the small triangle of fabric where it peeked out of her house coat. It was most definitely a Slytherin t-shirt. She blushed.

"Yes, it rather looks like it is." He nodded.

"Right. Well. I think we should find our own clothes," his eyes flicked again down to her chest, "and then figure out what the fuck we are going to do." He turned on his heel and walked out.

After they figured out where their clothes were, they had a double walk-in closet they took turns dressing in, they reconvened in the study. There was a round table with chairs in the middle of the room, covered in books and stacks of parchment. Hermione pulled a blank sheet towards her and grabbed a quill, preparing to make notes.

"Ok, so, what do we know. Today is your birthday, so what's the date? I know it's in summer, because it never happened at school." She asked.

"June 5th. So, we know when we are if nothing else. June 5th 2007. We know that we're married, and that your parents are back in England, and know who you are." Her heart did a flip as she remembered her parents. It still seemed too good to be true, so she squashed the hope bubbling inside her.

Focus, Hermione.

She brandished the rings on her finger,

"Your Mother gave me this, and is hosting your birthday which my parents are invited to. We must be on good terms?"

"It is shockingly not the strangest thing about today." He paused, uncomfortable.

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"Did you notice anything different. While you were changing, that is?" Draco looked like he was forcing the words out, but he looked at her left arm significantly. She pushed up the soft cardigan she had thrown on. Her arm was blank. The horrible scar she had spent so many years hating was gone.

He nodded and lifted his own arm to show her, there was no dark mark there either.

"We got them off. How?" He brushed his other hand over where the ugly mark should be.

"I've got about as much a clue as you." She made the note.

"We got married in August." She offered to break the silence that had come over them.

"Right. August. I wonder why?"

"That is when we started working together? Maybe that-" she gasped "Oh my god" looking around she found a clock on the far wall. "It's almost 9:30! I should be at work!"

"Hang on a second, we don't even know where you work anymore, or what day of the week it is. Maybe it's Saturday. It's been 5 years. Anything could have changed since then. Besides," he smirked, "maybe you took the day off for your husband's birthday." Hearing the word husband come out of Draco Malfoys mouth did something funny to her stomach, but she frowned at him and ignored it. He rolled his eyes,

"Dibble!"

The elf appeared again.

"Yes Master Draco."

"My wife and I have some more questions, if you don't mind." He grinned, clearly enjoying taking the piss a little. Again, her stomach flipped.

Fucking Malfoy

"Would you tell us please, what day of the week it is?"

"It's a Tuesday, sir."

"Excellent, and is there a job that Hermione should be getting to today."

"No sir…it's the summer holidays sir…neither of you have to be at work today."

"What do you mean it's the summer holidays?" Hermione asked, her mind whirring.

"Dibble is meaning that you are off for the summer holidays miss. Until September."

"What do you mean neither of us?" Draco said at the same time as Hermione said, "Do you mean Hogwarts?"

Dibble looked back and forth between them.

"Mistress Hermione and Master Draco are both Professors at Hogwarts school." Hermione distinctly heard Draco mutter, well fuck me, under his breath, sitting back bewildered.

"How long have we been professors at Hogwarts, Dibble?" Hermione asked.

"This will be your third-year teaching."

"What do we teach Dibble?" Draco asked finally.

"Mistress Hermione is teaching Charms, and is being head of Gryffindor house."

"And me?"

"Master Draco is being Head of Slytherin House, and he is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts."

There was a shocked silence, and then Hermione and Draco both burst into hysterical laughter.

When they had finally calmed down enough to send Dibble away again after asking everything they could think of about their lives, Hermione turned the page towards Draco with all the information they currently had. It wasn't much but it was a start. They decided to divide and conquer the house and would meet back in the study when they were done. Hermione would start in the bedroom.

It was strange, she thought, as she rifled through her clothes, to be snooping through her own belongings. She paused to look at herself in the mirror. The only thing that had really changed was her hair. She'd cut a fringe, and she seemed to have gotten the hang of styling it a bit more. She did look older, not because of any wrinkles, her skin was still youthful and plump, she just had a different air about her. She shrugged off her cardigan, and then her dress and inspected. There was nothing different about her body. No new marks that she could see. The most glaring thing was the omission of the scar on her arm. She touched the perfect skin there, blank as though nothing had ever happened.

She pulled her dress back on and continued to snoop.

By the time she made it back to the study, she had decided that they had far too much space, and a frankly obscene number of books. She began searching through the stacks of parchment and had just come across something very interesting when Draco walked back in, holding something. He set it on the table.

"Anything?" She asked

"The cat's name is Duchess." He said, showing her a photo of a white kitten, with the name written underneath in her small, neat writing. It was in a photo album, and he pushed the whole thing towards her.

"Where did you find that?"

"The sitting room, there's quite a few of them. I thought we should look at them together, it felt…wrong to look without you." She met his gaze and he blushed lightly.

"Thank you." She spoke. He coughed.

"Did you find anything?" He asked.

"Yes actually," she passed him the paper she had just found. "I think this is how we can afford this place. Malfoy riches, notwithstanding." She waited as he read.

"This is an Order of Merlin, first class, with my name on it." he said, disbelieving.

"For significant contributions to the wizarding world, yes. I'm fairly certain this is why." She handed him the other half of what she had found, "This is a patent for a charm we invented that reverses cursed injuries, that's why your mark is gone, and my scar. It looks like our research had other implications."

"What does this mean?" He looked up at her again, and she sat across from him.

"Draco, we cured Lycanthropy, among a great deal of other curses."

"Holy shit."

Holy shit indeed. They sat there for a few minutes. Draco reading and rereading the papers as Hermione studied him. He looked older too, and the age looked good on him. She felt her stomach flip again as she catalogued the changes. His hair was shorter, and he was broader, even more so than he had been yesterday. That is, 5 years ago.

Merlin what have we gotten ourselves into.

"I found something else," he gave her a small card, "It's the invitation for tonight. It's going to be rather a to do."

It was a formal invitation to Draco's birthday party. To be hosted at Malfoy Manor that evening, beginning with drinks at 6pm, then a formal dinner, and a dance.

Fucking Malfoys.

"This is…posh." He smirked.

"Yes, it is. But it does provide us with quite a unique opportunity. Presumably all our friends will be there. We might be able to figure some things out, like what the hell happened yesterday, and where the Time Turner is now." She nodded.

"Even if we find it, I don't think we can manage to go back years with it. Especially as we are now. There would end up being two versions of us." His shoulders sank slightly, but he quickly rallied.

"In any case. Finding out where that thing is, and exactly what happened is the first step to figuring out how to get us, the real us, back to our own time." Hermione sighed,

"If that's even possible, then yes. The Time Turner is the key."

"Until then," he had that mischievous look on his face, "I'm sure that we should tell no one about this. We are in uncharted waters here, and we have no idea how it will affect things if we go blabbing to Potter and co."

"I'll remind you that I am a part of Potter and co." Hermione huffed.

"Yes, well, for the time being, its team Hermione and Draco, not team Potter and Weasley." There went that flip in her stomach again.

"What are you getting at?" He smirked, his eyes darkening a little,

"What I'm getting at is, I don't care if you were in a relationship with Weasel back in 2002, in 2007 you're my wife." There was a slightly possessive and desperate tilt to his voice, that should have done absolutely nothing to the region between her legs, but to her shock, it very much was doing something.

"I wasn't in a relationship with Ron." She managed. "We haven't been since the war." He didn't look convinced. "It was a fling; it never came to anything real." Suddenly she remembered something,

"What about you? Weren't you engaged to Astoria Greengrass?"

My god, I'm a homewrecker.

He paled.

"Hermione-"

There was a knock at their front door. They both froze.

A crack from the hallway that Hermione assumed was Dibble and a door opening.

"Where's the birthday boy!" a male voice that seemed dimly familiar to Hermione rang out in the hallway. Draco sighed with relief.

"Theo." He said, rising from his chair and making his way towards the front door. Hermione crept towards the door. Theo Nott?

"There he is!" she heard from the hall, as Draco must have come into sight.

"Theo." She could hear the warmth in his voice.

"Are you ready to go? It's almost 10. Hermione!" She jumped at her name and after pausing for a second made her way downstairs. Theo Nott had grown up quite a bit since she'd seen him last. He was tall, like Draco, but slighter, and he was dark where Draco was fair. He was quite handsome too, she noticed. He beamed when he saw her.

"There you are, darling." He looked at his watch. "We're expected at the Burrow in ten minutes. Where's your kit?" Draco stared at him blankly.

"Your Quidditch kit? For the game? At the Burrow? For your birthday?" Theo spoke slowly as though Draco was very stupid. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Dibble." The elf appeared with a crack. "Can you get my quidditch kit and broom please?" The elf nodded, and disappeared, reappearing moments later with a duffel bag and broom.

"Right, well let's go." Theo started towards the downstairs living room where presumably there was a floo connection.

"Just a sec! I just have to get my bag. From my room." Hermione tugged Draco back up the stairs.

"You are a terrible liar, you know that." He muttered, far closer to her ear than she thought.

"Ugh, I'll just meet you there, I don't want to hear whatever it is you're about to do." Theo called from the living room. There was a whoosh of flames as he went through the floo. Hermione felt her cheeks burn. Once they reached the landing she turned back to him, finding him smirking down at her.

"What do you suppose he meant by that? I think we have a reputation for being handsy Mrs. Malfoy." he said innocently.

Oh God

She could feel herself turning crimson, Draco laughed.

"I'm just kidding, I doubt you would have changed your name."

"But you weren't kidding about the other thing."

"Theo is no prude, if he's mentioning it, there's a reason." Her stomach flipped.

"This is going to be harder than I thought then." She said, trying very hard to keep her voice steady. He moved closer to her, and reached out, she stopped breathing as he tucked an errant curl behind her ear. Leaving a burning trail where his fingers brushed her skin.

"What is?"

"Pretending to be attracted to you. Pretending we're happily married." He blinked,

"Is it?" he muttered softly. "Because I don't know about you, but despite the fact I remember nothing of the last 5 years, my body seems very convinced of how attracted I am to my wife." He looked down at her chest, she knew it was thudding out of control.

"I can see your heart beating Hermione." He touched the cat charm where it sat on her chest, "I think it might be easier than you think." He stood back rather abruptly and started back down the stairs.

"By the way," he turned, casual smirk back in place "What the hell is a Burrow?"