A/N So, after this, there's one more chapter! I think...

Four hours later saw the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team (carrying James on their shoulders) marching triumphantly to the Common Room. James had easily snagged the snitch from its hiding place between the twigs of Regulus' broomstick, and Gryffindor had won by 300 points. Hermione had been invited up for the festivities; seeing as no one really knew where she came from, no one cared that she came along for the fun. Sirius and Remus disappeared, but returned (quicker than the Weasley twins had ever managed) with arms full of Butterbeer and sweets from Hogsmeade. A rowdy party ensued, which only stopped when a much younger and far more harassed-looking McGonagall arrived in her tartan dressing gown. James, who had been trying to give Lily the slip for the entire night, was talking to Hermione in a corner. Hermione was enjoying her conversation, for, in addition to be really stuck up, James was actually quite intelligent. They were discussing the humane aspects of Transfiguring animals when James spotted Lily on his radar. Hermione watched her walk closer, carrying James' discarded tie with an offended look on her face. James caught Hermione's eye, grinned, and before she knew it, his mouth was on hers. Lily stopped stock still, screamed, and ran away.

Hermione tried to push James away. This was wrong. This was her best friend's dad. This was weird. James took the hint and started to pull away, but as he did so, Hermione felt a strange emotion overcome her. She knew that James had really only kissed her to get back at Lily, but she liked it. And now she didn't want him to stop. She curled her hand around his head and brought his face closer to hers. Slightly shocked, James' eyes widened, then closed gently as he leaned into Hermione's kiss. He moved his hands down to Hermione's waist, and she ran her fingers through his hair as the kiss deepened. They started edging towards the Fat Lady's portrait, oblivious to the students heading up to their dormitories for the night.

Before either of them knew it, James and Hermione were running hand in hand through the deserted corridors, giggling. Every once in a while, they stopped and snogged for a bit before continuing. Hermione was obviously leading him somewhere. "Where are we going, Mione?" James asked.

Hermione smiled at her favourite nickname. "Someplace special. Somewhere we can be alone… It will be whatever we want it to be. It's called the Room of Requirement", she added somewhat seductively. "We're nearly there."

And so they were. Hermione led James past the same portrait three times, and then a door appeared. James looked in awe of Hermione, then swept her up in his arms and opened the new door. Hermione gasped as they entered. The Room had outdone itself. There was an enormous four poster bed, made of magnificently carved mahogany. The curtains on it were rich, golden silk, and so were the bed sheets. There were feather piilows, and the mattress was king-sized. There was a cozy fire in the grate, and even a nice ensuite. James carried Hermione to the bed, sat her on the edge, and kissed her passionately. Hermione drew him in, drinking in James' scent, the feel of his Quidditch-hardened muscles, the feel of his hair beneath her slender fingertips. She didn't know how long this could last, but she wasn't going to let James get away if she might not see him again. She didn't know how she had gone back in time, but she wasn't going to waste it. James moved his hands down to Hermione's hips, and reached for the tie of her robes. Hermione sighed with pleasure, relishing the feel of James' light touch on her hair, her hips, the now-bare skin of her torso. She stood up and let her robes drop to the floor, as James did the same. She felt James' hand snake around to her back, and her bra dropped to the floor too. James started leaning her back towards the bed, they fell in, and Hermione reached up to close the curtains, smiling.