A/N Hello! This is my first story on this site and all reviews are welcome, bad or good! This was supposed to be a one shot but my imagination got the better of me ;-; I'm planning to make more chapters, let me know in the review if I should! Thanks for reading if I should! Enjoy!

As usual, there's Ron and Lavender snogging the day away. Do they even come up for air? Oh, what am I doing thinking about them. Hermione shook her brown mane in an effort to dismiss her troubling thoughts. Her sixth year had proved to be more than she could handle. What with the trouble with You Know Who, her advanced classes, and now unrelentless waves of jealousy crashing into her everytime she saw Ron with Lavender. Walking briskly now, she walked to her dormitory and collapsed onto her bed. Wait a minute, I have a free period. Oh, Merlin knows I need a nap. And so, still dressed in her uniform, Hermione fell into a deep sleep.

A tapping finger was felt before Hermione woke up. "Hermione, what are you still doing here?! You're late for class!" A third year exclaimed. Hermione shot straight up, still disgruntled from her nap.

" I'm late for Ancient Runes!" After gathering her things, she ran up the staircases, somehow forgetting they've shifted. Hermione found herself in a deserted hallway, finally realizing this wasn't the way to her Ancient Runes class.

"Now, where was that room again?" she wondered out loud. "Was it at the end of this hallway or back at that corner over there?" She was pacing back and forth cursing herself of everything that went wrong in her life when suddenly the wall to her right started glowing. It morphed into a simple brown door with a brass knob. Hermione gasped. The Room of Requirement had revealed itself to her. There was no DA meeting scheduled, so this must have been something for Hermione's own personal desire. She hesitated as she walked towads the door. Any other student would have just walked right in, but she was no ordinary student.

Brightest Witch of Her Age missing class? What would everyone sa? what would Ron think if- Ron. "Oh you stupid git. Bloody hell, anything to get you off of my mind," she muttered. Taking one final breath, she opened the door and walked in.

Hermione was surprised. She didn't know what to expect since she herself didn't known why the Room had revealed itself, but definitely not this! The door had led her into a room with nothing but a wardrobe against the wall across her. I did want more muggle clothes for that vacation into London over break. Maybe those summer dresses I was eyeing are in there. Walking over and opening the wardrobe, all she saw were fur coats and something glistening in the back. Hermione got on her knees crawling towards the glint, intent on getting a better look at it, then- OH! She fell down face first on what the hell, is this grass? She stood up and got a good look around her. She squinted at the sunlight piercing through tall trees before her eyes finally rested on an out of place lamp post . Hermione would have had more time to question its strangeness if there wasn't a handsome boy in front of it that rendered her speechless.

"Um, hello," the strange boy said. "I'm Edmund Pevensie. Let me guess, you came from a wardrobe?"

Hermione gawked openly with her mouth hanging. Was it from this boy's looks, the strange world she accidentally fell in, or how the boy knew what had happened to her? She couldn't tell. However, she could tell that this boy, Edmund was it? Was no ordianry boy; he was of a royal uprbringing. Dressed in a flowing red cape, a fitted long sleeve with gold embellishment, black pants, brown leather boots, and a crown nestled in his mussed black hair, it was hard to think of him as something other than Royalty despite the fact he was only about 19 years old. His hair was long enough to frame his eyebrows that was set above onyx irises. A long face gave Edmund a prominent jawline and high cheekbones. Mixed with a husky voice and full lips that gave him a slight smirk, Hermione thought he was the most handsome boy she's ever encountered. "And dangerous if he's made me speechless with just his presence alone. Bloody hell."

Edmund had take a few steps closer to Hermione. He was about 2 inches taller than her at 5'10 and he could see she wasn't just a common londoner from his old world. She was in a school uniform, but she had black robes that donned a lion emblem in red and gold with a matching tie. Could she be tied to Aslan somehow? Edmund was just staring at her at this point. This strange girl looked no older than 17. Her hair was chocolate brown and reminded him of Aslan's mane due to it's poofy texture. Her eyes were like liquid gold and he couldn't look away. Man oh man, she was pretty. Her mouth was still agape and Edmund heard her mumbling, her lasts words sounding like "bloody hell." "I'm sorry, what was that?"Edmund asked.

"Um…nothing. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger. As you said, I did come from a wardrobe. It was inside of Hogwarts, I had no idea it'd lead to me to a place like this", she said as she gestured to the open field around them.

"Hogwarts? Never heard of it. Are you lost?" he asked.

" I think I am," she sighed. "I have no idea why I'm here or how to get back."

Edmund grew suspicious of her. Long ago, him and his siblings were in this same position. But his suspicion was clouded with worry as he realized she had nowhere to go. Hermione looked calm, but fear was evident in her eyes. Edmund cleared his throat, unaware a faint pink color was tinting his cheeks, before saying,

"Well Hermione, nice to meet you. This is Narnia and it isn't safe for a young lady like you to be roaming around alone. Would you feel safer if you came with me to my castle? My siblings can try to help find your way back." Hermione paused. "I'd love to," she replied. A shy smile formed along her lips as she closed the distance between him and followed Edmund.

Edmund led her to another clearing where a silve arabian horse was tethered to a tree. With practiced technique he easily hopped on the saddle, untied the horse, and trotted in front of Hermione. With one hand outstretched infont of her, Edmund said, "Well what are you waiting for? Get on!" Hermione slowly put her hand in Edmund's and felt the strength in his arms as he helped her on the horse. She began to get nervous very quickly. She didn't know how to deal with boys too well, and Victor Krum was over 2 years ago. But Edmund was for more attracive and harder to approach than Victor Krum, he was literally a prince! "Just like those fairytales when I was small," she mumbled to herself.

"What was that?" Edmund asked. "Oh, um, nothing Edmund."
She was sitting on the saddle behind him with her arms awkwardly by her side.

Edmund turned his head slightly and said, "Hermione, it'd be a good idea to put your arms around my waist. The last thing I'd want is for you to fall off while I'm taking you to safety. Girls seem to hate things that move fast." She detected a tone of teasing and it lightened the mood.

"Oh please, I can handle myself. Horses can't go that fast enough to scare me."

Edmund chuckled. "Suit yourself." He snapped the reigns once and the stallion burst into the woods. Hermione shrieked and grabbed Edmund to keep her from falling back. She felt him stiffen a little and her own heart started beating faster, she was betting it wasn't from the horse's speed. Where Hermione had grabbed him was no doubt his tummy area and it surprised her how rock hard his core was. Good looks and he was fit? Oh boy. Hermione gulped and inadvertently tightened her embrace on Edmund as they made a sharp turn by a boulder.

Edmund's own heart had raced a bit as well. He'd forgotten what it felt like to have another person from the opposite sex that wasn't his sister embrace him. In fact, he didn't know how nice it felt until Hermione had clutched him and locked her arms around his front. A warm feeling spread from his chest and throughout his whole body when Hermione tightened her grip. He looked at his left side where her face was buried and smiled. She looked absolutely adorable with her eyes squinted and the wind blowing the hair away fom her face. Edmund's smile only grew wider when she saw her bite her bottom lip in anxiety. This only made her more attractive. Edmund caught himself staring, coughed, and turned his attention to the trail in front of him.

The ride slowed down into a peaceful trot and Hermione finally opened her eyes. They were riding along a coastline now and Hermione looked to her right to enjoy the view.

"And you said you could handle yourself," Edmund said with a small laugh upon seeing Hermione looking towards the beach with curious eyes.

"Well pardon me, but I seem to have underestimated your horse. I didn't know he'd go fast enough to knock me off the first 3 seconds." Hermione replied with a pout.

"Are you still underestimating? Your death grip is still fastened, do you want me to slow down a bit more?" Hermione looked at her arms as a blush started crawling to her cheeks and face. She hadn't realized she was still leaning into him, basically hugging Edmund.

Hermione started, "Oh, I-I'm sorry I just- "

"I didn't say I didn't like it," Edmund said softly with his eyes set in front of him and a small smirk playing on his lips.