The Time Turner Chpt 1 [Hermione/Lucius]
Title: The Time Turner
Pairings: Lucius/Hermione, possible Hermione/Remus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Severus, Harry/Draco, or some others depending on how the fic progresses
Rating: T for now, may jump up to Ma or NC-17 depending on how I feel
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Time turners, het, slash, swearing, possible fluff, bullying, confusion, possible character death
Other: Canon through to book four, AU onwards
Summary: Time is not set. The past, present and future can all change dramatically when one little mistake is made.
When Draco breaks Hermione's time turner in mid-use, the Gryffindor is sent back much farther then she intended. Stranded in the marauders era, Hermione becomes subject to one of the sorting hats few pranks, discovers a Malfoy secret, learns that perhaps she shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and that love can jump out from extremely unusual places.
Disclaimer: Rowling owns everything I don't
Chapters:
Notes: I don't yet have a BETA, let me know if you're interested. And comments/reviews are absolutely adored, they really fuel my want to see this fic through.
Chapter 1
Hermione hurried down the deserted corridor, muttering a string of French curses she had picked up one summer holiday as she grumbled about being late. Peeves had dumped something ghastly on her that refused to be cleaned by any spells, so the Gryffindor had had to rush back up to her dorm to get cleaned up and changed. As a result, she was running late for her transfiguration lesson.
Eyes on her feet as she rounded a corner, Hermione failed to notice the figure in front of her to step out of the way. The other seemed to be in the same situation, as they promptly ran into each other, resulting in Hermione landing on the ground with a quiet huff. The Gryffindor didn’t bother to see who she had run into ‘till she was standing and had brushed herself off. When she looked up, the only thing she could think of doing was groaning.
Draco Malfoy stood sneering at her as if she was a pile of… well, something extremely revolting he had nearly stepped on. Shooting the Slytherin a glare, Hermione was about to step around him and continue on her way to class when Malfoy stepped in her way.
“Not so fast Granger. I want a word with you.”
Hermione looked at him incredulously, before giving an exasperated huff and crossing her arms as she resumed her previous glaring. “Excuse me for my bluntness, Malfoy, but I really couldn’t care less if you wanted a word with me. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a class to get to.”
Hermione went to step around the blonde once more, but he grabbed her upper arm to prevent her from moving any further. He received a scowl in return as Hermione tried to pull her arm from his grasp, but he merely gripped onto her tighter. “I want the time-turner.”
Hermione started suddenly at Draco’s words, free hand instantly flying to where the time-turner rested beneath her blouse. A smug smile from Draco told her she had just confirmed to him its whereabouts. “How do you know about my time turner?”
Draco rolled his eyes, cocking a brow at her. “Really Granger, if an idiot knew of the existence of time turners, he’d be able to guess how you get to all the classes on your absurd time table.”
Hermione eyed the Slytherin for several moments in silence, finally coming to the conclusion that he was telling the truth. Even if he was the enemy, Hermione had to admit that Malfoy was intelligent - though not as intelligent as herself, of course. “What makes you think I’m about to give it to you, Malfoy?”
“I thought it was obvious. You are aware that I can make your life extremely difficult if you don’t, aren’t you Mudblood?”
“And I’m sure you’re aware that if you fall into the possession of said time turner, Malfoy, the ministry will make your life extremely difficult, yes?” Hermione shot back, refusing to be affected by Malfoy’s threats. Once again, Hermione tried to pull away, and failed. She didn’t want to cause too much of a fuss, even though she could simply call out and Professor McGonogall would most likely hear from within her classroom. The sneer was still on Malfoy’s face, and she felt a familiar anger bubble up within her.
“Not likely, Granger. The ministry had once again fallen in my families favour…”
Hermione scoffed, and acting on impulse, reached into her blouse and pulled out the time turner. Malfoy’s eyes lit up as he saw it, and as he made to grab it Hermione gave it a careful flick, causing it to spin once. Her sight began to dim as the time turner worked its magic, but before Hermione was less then a physical mirage, Malfoy’s hand was wrapping around the time turner. The Gryffindor gave a small cry as he jerked on it, causing the fine gold chain to dig into the back of her neck, but then his grip was loosening as she slipped into time. A distinguished crack echoed throughout the corridor as the Slytherin finally let go, and fear gripped Hermione as she realized what had happened. Having heard hundreds of time turners break, she was convinced that her own had just been broken.
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Draco stared at where Hermione had been moments before with a sneer of distaste for several seconds before he realized he had a small shard of glass digging into his palm. Frowning, he instantly tugged the cause of a distant pain from his skin, throwing it over his shoulder as he tapped the wound while muttering a quick healing spell. As the blonde was replacing his wand in his robes, a rather worried looking transfiguration teacher stepped out of her classroom.
“Professor McGonogall,” Draco said smoothly as he approached her. “Apologies for being late - Professor Snape kept me back for a little chat on my marks.”
His charm floundered on the Professor as she looked to where Draco had been standing moments before. “Mr Malfoy, I expect nothing but the truth to come from your lips from now on. If I suspect differently, then I believe some truth serum will come into play.”
The Slytherin arched a brow in mild surprise, never faltering in the mask he wore. “What in Merlin’s name is wrong if you need to issue such warnings, Professor?”
McGonogall looked at the blonde sternly. “Mr Malfoy, did Hermione Granger just disappear via the use of a time turner?”
Draco ground his teeth. No matter what happened, they’d get the truth out of him some how - he might as well go with the flow. “Yes,” he replied grudgingly, suddenly looking increasingly uncomfortable by the second.
“Shit. Mr Malfoy, kindly come with me to pay a visit to the headmaster.” Without a second glance at the boy, McGonogall swept around him and began to walk briskly in the direction of Dumbledore's office. Draco gaped after her for a moment, having never heard the strict Professor swear and being rather unnerved by it. However, he recovered his composure before he lost sight of her, and hurried to catch up. He was in deep trouble now, and he knew it.
Chapter 2
Pairings: Lucius/Hermione, possible Hermione/Remus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Severus, Harry/Draco, or some others depending on how the fic progresses
Rating: T for now, may jump up to Ma or NC-17 depending on how I feel
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Time turners, het, slash, swearing, possible fluff, bullying, confusion, possible character death
Other: Canon through to book four, AU onwards
Summary: Time is not set. The past, present and future can all change dramatically when one little mistake is made.
When Draco breaks Hermione's time turner in mid-use, the Gryffindor is sent back much farther then she intended. Stranded in the marauders era, Hermione becomes subject to one of the sorting hats few pranks, discovers a Malfoy secret, learns that perhaps she shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and that love can jump out from extremely unusual places.
Disclaimer: Rowling owns everything I don't
Chapters:
Notes: I don't yet have a BETA, let me know if you're interested. And comments/reviews are absolutely adored, they really fuel my want to see this fic through.
Chapter 1
Hermione hurried down the deserted corridor, muttering a string of French curses she had picked up one summer holiday as she grumbled about being late. Peeves had dumped something ghastly on her that refused to be cleaned by any spells, so the Gryffindor had had to rush back up to her dorm to get cleaned up and changed. As a result, she was running late for her transfiguration lesson.
Eyes on her feet as she rounded a corner, Hermione failed to notice the figure in front of her to step out of the way. The other seemed to be in the same situation, as they promptly ran into each other, resulting in Hermione landing on the ground with a quiet huff. The Gryffindor didn’t bother to see who she had run into ‘till she was standing and had brushed herself off. When she looked up, the only thing she could think of doing was groaning.
Draco Malfoy stood sneering at her as if she was a pile of… well, something extremely revolting he had nearly stepped on. Shooting the Slytherin a glare, Hermione was about to step around him and continue on her way to class when Malfoy stepped in her way.
“Not so fast Granger. I want a word with you.”
Hermione looked at him incredulously, before giving an exasperated huff and crossing her arms as she resumed her previous glaring. “Excuse me for my bluntness, Malfoy, but I really couldn’t care less if you wanted a word with me. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a class to get to.”
Hermione went to step around the blonde once more, but he grabbed her upper arm to prevent her from moving any further. He received a scowl in return as Hermione tried to pull her arm from his grasp, but he merely gripped onto her tighter. “I want the time-turner.”
Hermione started suddenly at Draco’s words, free hand instantly flying to where the time-turner rested beneath her blouse. A smug smile from Draco told her she had just confirmed to him its whereabouts. “How do you know about my time turner?”
Draco rolled his eyes, cocking a brow at her. “Really Granger, if an idiot knew of the existence of time turners, he’d be able to guess how you get to all the classes on your absurd time table.”
Hermione eyed the Slytherin for several moments in silence, finally coming to the conclusion that he was telling the truth. Even if he was the enemy, Hermione had to admit that Malfoy was intelligent - though not as intelligent as herself, of course. “What makes you think I’m about to give it to you, Malfoy?”
“I thought it was obvious. You are aware that I can make your life extremely difficult if you don’t, aren’t you Mudblood?”
“And I’m sure you’re aware that if you fall into the possession of said time turner, Malfoy, the ministry will make your life extremely difficult, yes?” Hermione shot back, refusing to be affected by Malfoy’s threats. Once again, Hermione tried to pull away, and failed. She didn’t want to cause too much of a fuss, even though she could simply call out and Professor McGonogall would most likely hear from within her classroom. The sneer was still on Malfoy’s face, and she felt a familiar anger bubble up within her.
“Not likely, Granger. The ministry had once again fallen in my families favour…”
Hermione scoffed, and acting on impulse, reached into her blouse and pulled out the time turner. Malfoy’s eyes lit up as he saw it, and as he made to grab it Hermione gave it a careful flick, causing it to spin once. Her sight began to dim as the time turner worked its magic, but before Hermione was less then a physical mirage, Malfoy’s hand was wrapping around the time turner. The Gryffindor gave a small cry as he jerked on it, causing the fine gold chain to dig into the back of her neck, but then his grip was loosening as she slipped into time. A distinguished crack echoed throughout the corridor as the Slytherin finally let go, and fear gripped Hermione as she realized what had happened. Having heard hundreds of time turners break, she was convinced that her own had just been broken.
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Draco stared at where Hermione had been moments before with a sneer of distaste for several seconds before he realized he had a small shard of glass digging into his palm. Frowning, he instantly tugged the cause of a distant pain from his skin, throwing it over his shoulder as he tapped the wound while muttering a quick healing spell. As the blonde was replacing his wand in his robes, a rather worried looking transfiguration teacher stepped out of her classroom.
“Professor McGonogall,” Draco said smoothly as he approached her. “Apologies for being late - Professor Snape kept me back for a little chat on my marks.”
His charm floundered on the Professor as she looked to where Draco had been standing moments before. “Mr Malfoy, I expect nothing but the truth to come from your lips from now on. If I suspect differently, then I believe some truth serum will come into play.”
The Slytherin arched a brow in mild surprise, never faltering in the mask he wore. “What in Merlin’s name is wrong if you need to issue such warnings, Professor?”
McGonogall looked at the blonde sternly. “Mr Malfoy, did Hermione Granger just disappear via the use of a time turner?”
Draco ground his teeth. No matter what happened, they’d get the truth out of him some how - he might as well go with the flow. “Yes,” he replied grudgingly, suddenly looking increasingly uncomfortable by the second.
“Shit. Mr Malfoy, kindly come with me to pay a visit to the headmaster.” Without a second glance at the boy, McGonogall swept around him and began to walk briskly in the direction of Dumbledore's office. Draco gaped after her for a moment, having never heard the strict Professor swear and being rather unnerved by it. However, he recovered his composure before he lost sight of her, and hurried to catch up. He was in deep trouble now, and he knew it.
Chapter 2