A/N: All characters/names/places/pronouns used in this story are property of J.K. Rowling.

Slightly AU. Hermione is in her 5th year and accidentally gets sent back in time when she breaks her Time Turner, with steamy results!

Quidditch World Cup has also been moved to 6th year.

As was her usual routine for Friday nights, Hermione Jean Granger sat, lit by a small candle, in the restricted section of the library, pouring over a small stack of books she'd pulled off the shelves. Peering around the small crevice she'd placed herself in, which was the best spot to hide from wandering prefects, even though she had cast concealment charms on her candles so only she could see them prefects would sometimes come prying, something she had learned the hard way after almost being caught more times than she cared to recall. She'd learned that, after her third or fourth time in this particular aisle, that one of the shelves was rickety and would make the most tell-tale creaks whenever she moved near it.

She ran her fingers over a section of the shelf which had huge chunks out of it, not entirely unlike a set of finger nails, as if someone had tried to pull the entire bookcase over, but gotten away with only a handful of shards.

"How disrespectful," Hermione thought to herself, "and in the restricted section no less!"

Hermione turned and felt a weight shift by her feet, she watched in absolute horror as a weighty volume, which she had been meaning to read tonight, fell off the shelf on which it was perched and tumbled, seemingly in slow motion and damned right. Onto. Her. Time-Turner. Cursing quietly under her breath (she was still in a library, after all) Hermione knelt down and fondled the remains of her prized possession, which was now a pile of glass, gold and sand, though a little relieved that nothing much worse had happened from the literal shattering of time.

"That's quite enough for one night!" Hermione whispered, giving the culprit book a, albeit wasted, stern look.

Placing the books back on the shelf, she noticed that the damaged shelf was not quite as damaged as it was before, placing it on the shoulders of Hogwarts magic, she thought little of it and crept her way out of the library, she swore that when was inevitably made a prefect the amount of students who were caught sneaking around at night would at least triple.

"Fizzing Whizbees," Hermione whispered harshly at he portrait of the Fat Lady after she'd refused to open.

"I'm sorry my dear, though you look like a Gryffindor, that is not the password." The portrait's jolly sing song-y voice usually made her smile, but in the current situation it was infuriating.

"Not the password… What?"

"In-fact, I don't believe I've even seen you in all my time here! Are you a student? Or are you one of those nasty types I've seen walking around here lately? Mrs. Norris? Mrs. Norris!" The Fat Lady was quick to hysterics and Hermione was increasingly worried that Mrs. Norris was no doubt ready to charge right at her out of the darkness after all the commotion.

"No, shhh - be quiet! Shhhh!" Hermione, in an effort to quell the portrait ran down the stairs towards another fixture of Hogwarts who she knew wouldn't have changed, Dumbledore.

"Well Ms. … Granger? Was it? I can fix your Time-Turner, but it will take some time I'm afraid. However, while you wait I see no reason why you shouldn't join in with classes! After all, the reason you have this was to have more time to study, was it not?" Dumbledore smiled sweetly behind his glasses at Hermione. "Since you are from Gryffindor, it would be silly to risk you making any unnecessary changes to the time line, no. I see no reason why you should not be placed in.. Slytherin! … And a name… Jean Granger, how does that sound? Perfect isn't it? I know." Before she knew it Hermione was being ushered out of Dumbledore's office. "Everything you need will be waiting for you, and these robes won't do at all… No, no no…" With a flick of his well learned wrist Hermione's red and gold robes turned into the green and silver ones she'd grown to hate so much.

The whole world was spinning around in her head, she hardly remembers gliding down the stairs this time, down to the Slytherin dungeons, she hardly recalls the questions and stares from the other students as she stood , perplexed, in front of her bed. "What will happen to Harry and Ron?" Circled over and over in her thoughts, but then she realised, as she slid into this foreign bed, that to them it wouldn't even seem like she was gone. When Dumbledore fixed her Time-Turner she would appear back in the restricted section, in her own time, however long that would be. No. To her it would be months. Hermione lay, statically between the sheets, as she thought about how long it would be before she was in her own bed again, in the Gryffindor common room or in Hogsmeade with Harry and Ron. "24 years…." She whispered to no one in particular.

Hermione then realised something else, out of the melancholy, how much she would learn while she was here, and that made her current situation seem… Well, not quite so bad.