A/N: Please note that this story has undergone a re-write. While the essential plot line remains the same, some small details have been changed. It is recommended that you re-read all chapters.
A Chance in Time
By Annie Dumbledore
Chapter Three
Later that afternoon, Hermione decided it was probably time for her to return to the castle. Seventh years and prefects had a lot more freedom than the other students, but Hermione didn't think it would be wise for the Head Girl to take advantage of this freedom.
'You'd better let go of me, Remus. I have to head back to the castle.' Hermione ran her finger along his bare chest as she spoke. Remus had his fingers entwined in her long hair. Hermione had him how she liked him; flat on his back with her in control, or so she thought.
'I'm sure you won't be missed.' Remus picked up a few more locks of her hair and twirled them around his fingers.
'Ah, but you forget my jailers. They'll probably be out looking for me if I don't get back soon.' The idea of Ron and Harry bursting into the house and finding him and Hermione together made Remus drop her hair.
'You know, I thought we were going to wait until you were out of school,' Remus propped himself up on his elbow as Hermione hunted for her clothes. She pulled on the skimpy outfit she'd arrived in and laughed at her appearance.
'Good grief, I look like a two bit tart!' She pulled out her wand and transfigured her clothes into a more modest dress. 'And in answer to your question, yes, we were going to wait but I'm of age. I'm also one of the oldest in my year.'
'I realise that Hermione, but nevertheless, you are still at school and we should be careful.'
'Don't worry, I'll be more careful when I visit you.' Hermione bent over to kiss him. Remus pulled her down onto the bed with him.
'You know, I think you could probably stay for another half an hour.' He grinned wickedly.
**
Ron checked his watch and sighed for the fourth time in five minutes. 'Where on earth is she?' he asked Harry.
'She said she was studying with Remus, remember? You know Hermione she likes to be thorough. She'll probably be there all night.' Harry replied, flicking through his notes and not looking up at Ron.
'Yeah, well, she should be back by now.' Ron crossed his arms defiantly and his gaze settled on the door.
When Hermione did walk in not long afterwards, she was startled by Ron's steady gaze on the portrait hole.
'Honestly Ron, you look as though you were trying to burn a hole in the wall with your eyes.' She lowered the hood on her cloak and detached the clasp.
'Where were you?' he asked, arms still crossed, brows knitted together. Hermione's own brows arched.
'Oh, so that's the reason behind the vigil by the door. You know full well where I've been, and I'll remind you to mind your own business.' She spat.
'A likely story!' Ron exclaimed. Even Harry gave him a look.
'Really Ron, what else would she have been doing?' Ron turned to Harry.
'I'm not sure. Maybe she can enlighten us.'
Hermione sighed and hung up her cloak. 'Well Ron, if you really want to know, I've been at Remus' where he ripped my clothes from me and made such heated love to me that I rattled the walls with my screams.' She smirked at him 'Does that answer your question?' Ron and Harry looked at her with their mouths hanging open.
'Gee, Hermione. I only asked. You don't have make up such a ridiculous story.' Ron said. 'Honestly, if Remus heard you, I'm guessing he'd be slightly embarrassed.'
Hermione shrugged this off and headed for her dorm. She had to hurry up the last few steps and she quickly shut her door to block out the gales of delighted laughter that followed.
'That was classic!' she giggled, clutching her stomach.
**
The following weekend, Hermione set off for Remus' again. As she walked through Hogsmeade, she had the feeling she was being tailed.
'Damn idiots, I'll kill them.' She muttered angrily. She paused to look in a shop window and looked past her reflection. No one was there. Ron and Harry had used the Invisibility cloak so many times to sneak around the school that Hermione had resorted to inventing a device similar to the Marauder's Map to see when they were around. She pulled what looked like a simple mirror from her bag and began fiddling with her hair. A tiny jewel on the handle flashed green, indicating that Harry and Ron were in the vicinity. She positioned the mirror and saw their shadows behind her. Hermione dropped the mirror back in her bag and quick as a flash, turned and jumped on the spot where they were. She caught them both by surprise, pulling the cloak off them as she dragged them to the ground.
'Right,' she began; her voice was low and menacing 'You two are in so much trouble with me it's not funny.' She had them pinned with her knees. Despite both of them being quite a few inches taller than her and a lot heavier, she could handle them both. Ron made an attempt to escape and was pushed back down on the ground.
'If either of you two ever follows me again, I will take this little beauty-' she pulled a small flick knife from her cloak pocket '-to both of you, and believe me, the odds of either of you fathering a child after I'm done will be non existent. Am I understood?' She moved her face closer to both of them, holding the flick knife close to their waists. Ron and Harry nodded rapidly, and she let them up. Hermione carefully placed the knife in her pocket and pulled out her mirror to fix her hair.
'Now get back to the castle, before I hex you both.' She said this quite calmly, but both Harry and Ron knew she was serious. They grabbed the cloak and rushed towards the castle. Hermione watched them until they disappeared and then continued to Remus'.
'They should have known better to mess with me.' She muttered, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she continued down the road.
