Title: The Whole Truth

Author: The*Spangled*Pandemonium

Chapter Title: Sheer Cacophony

Summary: Hermione is at the train station waiting for her ride home when she falls over, and everything becomes black. She wakes up at the hospital, not knowing what's hit her, or any of her past thoughts and dreams, and sees, with her anxious parents, Draco Malfoy. She doesn't know who he is, except… He seems to be her boyfriend.

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Hermione:

I could never forget that fateful day--even if I wanted to. It was nearing the ending of summer break in London, and like half the population of the world, I was at the train station. The warm easy wind rustled my untamed russet mane as I worked my way through the crowded, foul smelling, and utterly horrid place. I was looking for my train, which, irritatingly, was nowhere to be found.

Apprehensively, I checked my watch. 5:30, right? Why wasn't the blasted thing here yet? Dumping my four shopping bags on the pavement with questionable hygiene, I hunted for my wallet in the bursting-with-fullness leather purse that I had received from my parents. Grabbing the small paper sandwiched between various mini wizard photos of my friends, I glanced at the time stated on the ticket.

6:30.

My jaw grew slack and my eyes roved frantically, disbelievingly over the paper. 6:30, it still read. I had left that exotic bookstore without buying anything, to discover I had read the time wrong?!

Grabbing my bags abruptly, I stalked off towards the bathroom, ignoring the scowls and glares of the various people I kept on careening into. I didn't even bother to dodge the guy in roller blades. Tough luck, this girl was in a bad mood, and was determined to show it.

I, Hermione Granger, the girl who always follows directions, the girl who is famous for never getting any mistakes, read the time on her train ticket wrong. Wasn't it ironic?

Stepping into the toilet swarming with people, I shut myself up in the grimy stall. It was a miracle that I only had to wait five minutes to get in, considering the crowd stationed impatiently outside. It didn't really matter actually, I did have time to kill.

Pulling out my wand, I started to utter a spell under my breath to clean the filth up so I could sit down on top of the toilet seat and think of what to do next. I suddenly realized that I was in the muggle world. No magic allowed. That was quite a blow to me, I mean, I depended on that thing. It made me feel safe! I took slow, painful breath, shoved the door open, while steaming inside, feeling even worse than before.

I caught a quick glance at myself as I flounced out of the toilet.

I admit it. I have changed. In looks, that is. My hair was the same color and length, but the frizziness that I used to hate morphed into curls. I have no clue why. Pure force of will, maybe? I grew a bit, too. Gained some weight, though not unattractively. I was curvaceous, the tight-fitting designer jeans I had on did more to my sixteen-year-old body than any other item I had in my closet. I wanted to look sophisticated and approachable for my day out in town. And I certainly did.

"Did" is the word I have to emphasize, though. I didn't look like a person who could make a man advance on me now. I looked like a person who would send a man skittering away for even daring to glace at me. The sour I'm-busy-so-leave-me-alone look didn't help much either. But I admit it, I was still gorgeous.

I mentally slapped myself for being so vain. I needed to concentrate. What would I do next, damn it! I had approximately fifty-five minutes to use up, and I didn't know what to do with them. Go patrolling for any small shops nearby? Simply find an empty seat somewhere and read? Buy another ticket? Eat?

I knocked out the first option, the stores probably had their tourist prices rising sky high, since it was summer in one of the busiest places in the country. Besides, it didn't seem right to waste the little money I had left for frivolous little trinkets.

I cancelled out the second one too. It was impossible to find an empty space somewhere. Anyway, I wouldn't risk sitting on the sidelines like an old bag lady. Someone might attempt to snatch my (very expensive) bags.

I wouldn't buy another ticket either. It would be a complete waste of money. I only had… I checked my watch one more. Fifty-four minutes left. Great. It was way too long, but my dad would strangle me if I bought another one, he had bought the tickets and given me a wad of cash for a going away present. I had to stay in this cursed place.

That left the last option. Why shouldn't I go to some restaurant? I could read there. My belongings would be safe with me. I could spend my time there simply nibbling on food and drinking. And I wouldn't be tempted to spend tons of money in some little place like that, right?

I walked down the stairs towards the small coffee shop, a cozy looking place that didn't have too much people in it, not noticing the big wet puddle on the ground I stepped on.

My legs flew from under me and I heard a loud thunk in the distance. Everything merged into one of my favorite colors. Black.

Author's Note: My first Harry Potter Romantic fic. It's Draco/Hermione, so don't read more if you hate the couple. Please review, or I might not continue it. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!