Summary: What if Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had ended up in Slytherin? And the Golden Trio was Potter, Weasley and Draco Malfoy? And Hermione is their favorite victim of name-calling and other horrible thing. A totally different kind of story. Pairing: DM/HG, HP, RW?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I only own the plot!

A/N: This is the last chapter of Unbelievably, so I really hope you'll enjoy it. I just want to say thanks to all of my loyal readers/reviewers. Without you, this story would never have been where it is now – the end. And of course thanks to all of those who have read but not reviewed – yet

Chapter 14 – The Butterfly Effect

"Miss Granger?" asked a somewhat concerned voice. Hermione tried to open her eyes, she really did, but she just felt so tired, like her body needed to rest.

"Is she awake yet?" asked another voice, sounding oddly familiar.

"I think so. I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave. I'll contact you when I know more."

She couldn't quite make out who the two voices belonged to, but both of them sounded so familiar.

Hermione stirred, trying to open her eyes, but a sudden pain on the back of her head made her shut her eyes the moment she tried.

"Here, you need to drink this, it will remove some of the pain," said the first voice again. Something was pushed gently into her hands, and she grabbed the goblet and took a mouthful of something that tasted horrible. She was about to spit it out again, but a hand was placed under her chin, forcing her mouth to close and swallow the strange substance.

"There you go," said the voice again, and Hermione tried again to open her eyes. "No, just rest, you need it."

"Miss Granger?" asked the familiar voice, and Hermione could now hear that it was Snape. But why was Professor Snape here and where the heck was she?

"My head..." she groaned, wanting nothing more than to get the two voices to shut up. The pulsation in her head started to go faster, and she was sure that her head would explode in a few seconds.

She was given a sleeping potion, and soon her eyes became heavily, and she closed them drowsily, too tired to stay awake.

A cold hand was laid on her forehead, probably feeling her temperature. Then she passed out, surrendering to the darkness again.

It was all foggy, and she couldn't see a thing. Was this a dream? Everything was blurred, and cold. Then, suddenly the fog started to disappear, slowly removing itself, making her able to see where she was.

She was standing in a room, a dark and cold room. She quickly realized that she was standing in the Potion classroom, and she closed her eyes, trying to remember why she would be in the room, when no one else was. She heard people talk outside in the hallway, and sighed softly, glad that she wasn't alone.

"Yeah, and then..." said a squeaky voice that was interrupted by another person.

"Well, well... What have we here?" said the drawling voice that had so rudely interrupted the other... Boy? Hermione looked stunned with wide eyes at the door, considering if she should hide. Was she even allowed in here?

"Shut up Malfoy!"

Hermione wanted nothing more than to go to the door, open it and flee from the room, but the people outside in the hallway would see her, so she looked around in the room, trying to find another way out.

Suddenly the door opened, and she stood frozen in the middle of the room, watching the students that walked inside, still bickering. No one greeted her, nor did anyone even look at her... Was she invisible? Was she dead? She gulped, scared.

And then something extraordinary happened; she saw herself walk inside the room, chatting with Weasley and Potter, like if they were friends!

"Oh I hate Malfoy!" said Weasley, growling while he clenched and unclenched his fits, looking like he wanted to really hurt Malfoy.

'But, aren't they friends?' she thought, looking quizzical at Weasley and Potter.

"Don't you think about what Malfoy said, you know it's not true," said Potter in a soft and almost tender voice, placing his arm around the other Hermione's shoulder.

"I know," whispered the brown-haired girl, smiling at Potter.

'Wait! Rewind and freeze! As if I would ever smile at Potter! I must have hurt my head worse than I thought. Or maybe someone is playing with my mind? Yeah, someone is playing with my mind! I hate Potter, and hell would freeze over before I would EVER smile at him!' she thought, looking angrily at the sight in front of her. She looked at the fake Hermione who was smiling at Potter.

She started to walk forward, wanting to slap the clone, but as soon as she started towards 'herself', Snape walked inside the room.

"Open your books on page 455!" he practical yelled, making everybody jump in surprise, even Hermione.

"Can anyone tell me which potion we are going to brew today?" he asked, looking smug.

She noticed the clone waving her hand, clearly knowing the answer.

Hermione glared at him a few seconds, before she decided to test if she really was invisible.

She walked closer to him, standing right in front of his table, but he just looked through her, as if she wasn't there at all.

She waved her hand, trying to get his attention, but failed.

"Pity, not one of you knows the answer?" he asked, looking slightly amused. Hermione looked at him confused, before she walked around the table, standing right beside him and looked down in his book.

'Hey! I know this potion,' she thought, and looked up at the clone.

"Professor, the potion is..." started the girl, but was cut of by Snape.

"That will be five points from Gryffindor! Have I given you the permission to speak Miss Granger?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in annoyance.

"No," mumbled the Gryffindor, looking down at the table.

Hermione growled. This was so unfair! She knew the answer, so why had Snape taken points away from her? Wait, her? No, it had been points from the clone, not her! But why did she feel like it had been herself?

What the hell was going on?

Hermione suddenly noticed that it started to get all foggy again.

"No!" she yelled, waving her arms in a pathetic attempt to get the fog away.

"NO!"

"Miss Granger? Lay still, I need to check you," said a stern voice, holding her down. "Just relax; you're going to be fine."

Hermione took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It had been no ordinary dream. It meant something, she was sure of that. She had to find out what it meant; she had to talk to someone, perhaps...?

"Madame Pomfrey?" she asked, slightly nervous.

"Yes Miss Granger?"

"Eh, how did I end up here?"

Hermione noticed the elder woman shift nervous from side to side, as if she debated on whether to tell or not.

"Well..." she started, then cleared her throat.

"Longbottom blew up his potion – again," said a stern voice, belonging to Snape.

"Professor Snape? What potion?" she asked, now utterly confused. What potion? She was sure that there had been no potion... All she remembered was falling down the stairs.

"Now, now Severus, I think it would be better to start from the beginning. I assume that Miss Granger does not remember anything that has happened, due to the potion accident. I'm afraid it is a rather long explanation, are you sure you can manage all of it today?" asked Dumbledore, looking at Hermione. She nodded; she wanted to know it now!

"Very well then, I'm sure you've heard of different cosmos, am I right?" he asked, waiting for her reply. Hermione nodded again.

"Well, it so happens that the potion you were brewing in Potions was to show you how your life could have been, had things been a little different. But then something unfortunately happened – Mr. Longbottom's potion exploded, and you were hit with it. So, instead of just showing you what would have happened, you became a part of another universe."

Hermione crocked an eyebrow, thinking that she was clearly dreaming. In all her life she had never heard of something that outrageous before.

"Yes, I know it may seem a bit odd, but your mind did nevertheless 'travel' from your body to your alternative body. You became one, but all you could remember was what the other Miss Granger had been through."

"Miss Granger, have you ever heard of the Butterfly effect?" asked Professor Snape, interrupting the headmaster.

"Yes, yes I have Professor. But what has that to do with my so-called accident?" she looked at him curious, waiting patiently for his reply.

"The butterfly effect is the idea that in a chaotic system, a very small change to the system applied at a certain point in time makes the future change in a very dramatic way. Something as small as a butterfly flapping its wings now might affect the weather system on a global scale six months in the future."

Hermione nodded, she already knew this.

"Miss Granger. The potion reacted like the butterfly effect. But instead of the future, you were thrown back to the past. When you were hit by the potion, your life changed, and it was as if you had been reborn and started a new life."

Hermione gasped. So, everything she had been through the last six years had been 'fake'?

As if Dumbledore had read her mind, he answered, "No, it was not fake. You have been unconscious for nearly three weeks, and everything you've learned – if you could say that – has been real. Your mind was a part of the other world, therefore making it real."

Hermione nodded, feeling quite nervous.

The Professors started to walk towards the door, and right before Dumbledore walked out, she cleared her throat.

"I take it that you have a question, do you not Miss Granger?"

She nodded, and he closed the door after the Potion master, who had just left the room.

"Professor?" she started, but did know if she could ask him such a question. "Eh, if you – and this is just merely hypothetic – if you did something in the other 'world', like for example... Eh... You know?" she asked, blushing.

"Miss Granger, if you are asking what I think you're asking, then my answer is 'yes'. You may not have been a part physically, but you were mentally."

Hermione nodded, now admitting she was doomed. She had had sex with Malfoy, and although he didn't know, she knew. She sighed. How could she ever face Malfoy again?

She heard the door close, and wiped away a tear. She would not cry!

"Hermione?" asked a male voice. Hermione shifted nervously in the bed. She knew that voice.

Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were looking at her, Hermione noticed the concerned look displayed on both of their faces.

Weasley touched her arm softly, but she nevertheless flinched, images from the other world entering her mind. That hand on her arm had one time tried to choke her, just for fun. She was scared.

"Mione, are you feeling okay? Should we get Madame Pomfrey?" asked Potter, looking at her with big wide eyes.

"Don't touch me," she finally managed to whisper. The hand was removed, and she sighed.

"Are you afraid of us?" asked Potter – Harry, and Hermione nodded. She was afraid of them. They both looked sad, so she decided to tell them what had happened in the other world, although her encounter with Malfoy was left out.

'No point in telling them that,' she thought.

"Don't worry Mione. Everything will be okay. You know we would never hurt you, right?" asked Weasley – Ron, looking nervous.

Hermione nodded, "Yes. I know that. It's just that everything seemed so real, or truth be told – it was real. Dumbledore said it was real. I think I just need some time to figure out this. But I know you would never hurt me, we are friends, right?"

The boys smiled, and hugged her. At first she flinched, scared of being so close, but then she relaxed. They were friends. They would never hurt her. Everything would be fine.

"We're so glad you are awake again. Everything has been so boring without you. And, not to mention, we have a lot of homework. Snape decided to punish everyone after the accident, instead of just Neville. Although the Slytherin haven't really suffered, all they had to do was write a few lines of something like 'I'm a Slytherin, I can do whatever I want'."

Hermione playfully hit Harry's shoulder, laughing.

"Okay, maybe it was something else. But that's not the point. We got detention for two weeks, and I think that there is not one place in the school we haven't clean once or twice in those two weeks."

Hermione smiled, memories from this life started to come back.

"Out, out. You have been here too long. You will have to come back tomorrow," said Madame Pomfrey, while ushering the two Gryffindor boys out of the room.

Harry and Ron waved before the door closed, and Hermione waved back.

Hermione walked down the stairs, heading towards the great hall. When she had woken up earlier this morning she had felt fine, so she had talked Madame Pomfrey into letting her go. After nearly fifteen of poor arguments, she had finally ended her 'speech' with saying that she had homework for three weeks, and she couldn't afford to miss any more classes. Besides, she was feeling fine, so why lay in the infirmary all day when she could do something useful, like homework? In the end the elder woman had given in, making her promise she would come by if she felt dizzy or unwell.

She entered the hall, cursing silently that she had been too late. Breakfast had already begun, and now everybody looked up as the doors slammed behind her. She shifted on her feet nervously, while scanning the crowd of Gryffindors, looking for her friends.

"Oi, over here Mione," waved Ron, while standing up. She smiled and walked closer, feeling the eyes of hundreds of students upon her. Why did they have to be so nosy? And then it happened, as if she had been hit with a nice warm spell, Draco Malfoy looked up and locked eyes with her. Had she been looking at the Slytherin table? She forced herself to look away, and sat down across from Harry and Ron.

"Feeling better Mione?" asked Harry concerned, smiling at her.

"Yeah, much better, thanks for asking."

"Oh no, we have Potion first," said Ron, groaning slightly while he chewed on his breakfast with his mouth open. Hermione glared at him, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

Ron gulped down his food, "Sorry Mione," he said, looking sheepishly.

She ate her breakfast, and sighed when it was time to go to Potion. She just hoped she wouldn't meet Malfoy, because she knew she couldn't look at him without blushing. If only she couldn't remember anything, but alas, she remembered everything.

Memories of his soft hands wandering slowly across her body mad her shiver. And she couldn't help but look over at the Slytherin table. But the table was nearly empty, and she realized that Ron and Harry was standing beside her, talking to her.

She tried to focus on what Harry said, but couldn't quite hear it, something about Potion, and being late... Being late for Potion? Oh no!

She grabbed her bag, swung it over her shoulder before she started to run. The doors slammed loudly after her, and she headed towards the dungeons, followed closely by Ron and Harry.

When they finally reached the classroom, they stopped to get their breaths under control before entering the classroom.

"My, my, so the famous Gryffindor trio decided to grace us with their present, once again. That will be five points from each!" snapped Snape, while sending them a hateful glare.

They walked towards their normal table, the one in the back, when Snape suddenly snarled, "Oh, no you don't! Hence to the new assignment, which you would have known of if you had been here from the beginning of the class, partners have been given. Mr. Weasley, say hello to your new partner – Mr. Goyle. And Mr. Potter, your new partner will be Miss Parkinson. And that leaves you left behind, does it not Miss Granger?"

Hermione nodded, looking at the other students who were paired of with someone. She also noticed that Harry and Ron were the only ones who had been paired up with a Slytherin.

"Who will my partner be?" she asked, glancing briefly at Malfoy who was watching her intently. As if he knew something... Oh God! He couldn't possible know, could he?

"Hm, well let's see shall we? You could join Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Finnigan, but then again – I'm sure that you would make all the work, and we can not have that. Mr. Longbottom will have to learn from his own mistakes." The last thing was said with such malice, that even Hermione feared the Professor.

"I think you will be in Mr. Zabini and Mr. Malfoy's group," he said, smirking. Hermione glared at the greasy-haired Professor, thinking about how she wanted to strangle him.

"Of course!" she growled, stomping towards Malfoy and Zabini's table. Both boys looked at her oddly when she sat down on the chair next to Malfoy.

"What?" she sneered.

"Nothing Mudblood!" snarled Malfoy. The two Slytherin boys started to work on the potion, and Hermione looked down in the book.

"Sure that's yours?" asked Zabini, making Hermione look up from the book.

First she thought he was talking to Malfoy, because she could see no reason to why he should talk to her. But both boys were looking at her, waiting for her reply.

"What?" she asked, looking confused at the two Slytherins.

"That bracelet on your wrist. Must have cost a fortune, sure you haven't stolen it?" asked Malfoy, wetting his dandy lips making them look quite kissable. Then she looked up, blushing when she realized that Malfoy had seen her 'hungry' look.

"Granger... Your wrist, not my lips," he said, smirking.

Hermione looked down, and noticed a beautiful silver bracelet. She looked at it, and suddenly she felt it burn on her skin. Tiny letters was now engraved on it, and she had to take it closer to actually see what it said.

"Property of Draco Malfoy?" she read.

'Oh shit! Not again!' she thought, looking at Malfoy's shocked face.

The End!

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