Own nothing,

Five.


She had came back into time to ask for help, she needed the best archeologist of all time to help her break a code, to find a treasure before one of the few remaining Death Eaters find it and try to use it to bring the Dark Lord back again. She didn't not want to relive the war all over again. She didn't want to the first time to begin with.

She came all the way back for help, and Dr. Jones helped her with the code, and helped with directions. He had heard of the Dark Lord as he was first beginning to rise, and he would do anything the help stop it.

She had hoped that he would come help with the search, she could use his expertise. It would be of great value to have him with her. But not, Dr. Jones was retired from finding lost treasures, he was only teaching now.

So lucky her, she gets his son... Mud.

"Come on Sweet Heart, you wanted to find the treasure." Mud began, as he looked at her. She looked at him in disgust. It was him exactly that she had a problem with, he was well educated and very smart, and wicked good with a sword. He was the same degree as his father and he valued history the same.

But she was not getting on that bike.

"No."

"No? Listen here Sweet Heart, you need to trust me, any day now a band of your Death Eaters or some other crook will be ganging up on us any day now and I need you to trust me enough to get on my bike."

"What makes you think that anyone will 'gang up on us'?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

"Because when it comes to treasure, there is always someone else coming after it." He replied, and it made total sense, but she wasn't going to let him know that.

"Hermione, please get on, I'll go slow until you're use to is." He pleaded, trying a different approach.

"I don't think I'll ever be use to it." She whispered, deciding to try, after hours of arguing. She slid in right beside him, letting him move her arms around his waist.

"Hold on here, as tight as you want, but remember the tighter you hold, the safer you maybe. But the less likely I can breath."

"Funny." Hermione deadpan as his joke. She fidgeted behind him as he started up the bike, the vibrations soaring through her body. She can feel him chuckle as she hugged his body, her head on his back.

Maybe she could get use to this.