Whoever went on Tumblr and asked "Hermione" a question – you are my hero. And whoever is following me on there – you're my hero too.


Hermione frowned down at the thing in her lap, looking at it irritably before shoving it off onto the floor. You might think that this would be a bit weird if it were a book or something, but seeing as it was Sirius Black's head, it was pretty justified.

"Oy, knock it off," Hermione frowned at him, "You're lucky I'm being nice to you."

"Whatever for?" Sirius asked as he stood, dressed in Quidditch gear.

"You cut my hair, Sirius!" she exclaimed, huffing as he perched on the arm rest of her chair.

"It looks cute this way – doesn't it, Moony?" he asked his friend on the couch, tugging at one of Hermione's curls playfully.

"Mmhmm," he said noncommittally, scribbling furiously on a paper. As James came down from the stairs, also dressed in his Quidditch uniform, and made his way behind the couch, Remus leaned back and handed him the paper, "Here, Prongs, fixed it."

James took it and started bowing, "Thank you, Almighty and Powerful Moony."

"What was that about?" Hermione asked as James flopped into a chair across from her, Sirius still tugging at a curl.

"I usually go over James's plays before a match," Remus said, stretching his arms up over his head. "He starts doubting if I don't."

"I highly doubt you needed to change anything," Hermione smiled.

"Well, normally no, but Scarlett snuck in on a Slytherin practice and they would've done the same play we're doing, and I didn't find out until midnight because Scarlett had detention for sneaking in on their practice, so Moony did it while I was freaking out over it," James said all of this in a rush, which made Hermione blink a few times before asking to see the paper. He handed it to her, watching her nervously, "Now the 'x's are us and the 'o's are them, and the main idea is – "

"James," Hermione stopped him with a smile, "I can read a playbook."

"You know Quidditch?" Sirius asked, surprised.

"Of course I know Quidditch," she scoffed, rolling her eyes, "What kind of person doesn't know Quidditch?"

"About eighty percent of the girls at our school, and the twenty percent that do know Quidditch can't read a playbook," Remus offered before arching an eyebrow at her, "Do you play Quidditch?"

"No – I'm terrified of heights," she grinned, "That doesn't mean I don't know it or that I've never ridden a broom though." She turned back to the playbook – although we should really stop calling it that, as it was just a piece of paper, before handing it back to James, "Sounds good, a little tricky, but you are you, so I can't wait to see it."

"What do you mean 'I am me?'" James asked.

Hermione only grinned wider and stood up, "He's excellent at Quidditch."

"Wait, what?" Sirius blinked as James slowly began to smile up at her, looking quite elated as she grinned and turned back to Sirius and Remus, who looked especially confused.

"Nothing. I'll meet you down at the pitch."

"Save me a seat?" Remus asked when she was nearing the portrait hole.

"Of course!" she shrugged without turning around, stepping through.

Emmeline and Alice were at his side in an instant, grinning madly at him before cooing as he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Hello, girls," he frowned as they grinned wider.

"Just admit it, Lover boy," Emmeline chuckled.

"You like Hermione," Alice sang, smiling sweetly at him.

"What is it about me that makes them torture me?" Remus asked James, "What did I do to deserve all of this nonsense?"

"It's not nonsense!" Emmeline huffed.

"It's the truth – you totally like Hermione and are in complete and utter denial!" Alice frowned.

"How bored are you two?" Remus asked in amusement.

"Just listen to us!" Emmeline pouted.

"I am listening – I just can't believe what you're saying," he chuckled.

Alice and Emmeline shared the same glare as Lily chuckled behind them.

"Honestly, stop cheating," she grinned as she walked through the portrait hole.

"What? Cheating what?" Sirius asked as the two girls pouted.

"I think the girls placed a bet on Moony!" James grinned.

"What?" Remus turned to the very sheepish girls.

"Oh, would you look at that?" Emmeline held up her watch, "Alice, we really must be going."

"Oh, yes ma'am – bye guys! Good luck on the game!" Alice called as they ran screaming out of the Common Room. Remus only gaped after them before sighing and hitting his head repeatedly against the back of the couch as James and Sirius laughed.


"Hey," Remus smiled as he slid in next to Hermione as she glared out at the Quidditch pitch, "What's wrong?"

"I forgot how cold mid-October is," she murmured, smiling softly at him. He noticed that she had her hands in her thick black jacket pockets, her legs crossed at the ankles to keep the wind from going up her jeans. Her cheeks and nose were red, and she looked mildly annoyed at her hair as it flew around her.

Remus chuckled, offering his hands to her and ignoring the little squeals he heard, which were no doubt from Alice and Emmeline, "Here, let me have your hands."

Hermione looked warily at him, making him grin wider, "Hot blooded thing. Going once…."

Hermione bit her lip, wincing.

"Going twice…."

"Sold," she said, pulling her hands out of her pockets and letting him wrap his own around hers, making him laugh and ignore the soft "oh-my-god!"s he was hearing. "Thank you."

"No problem!" he grinned back, internally smacking himself at how happy he seemed. She only arched an eyebrow at him before her attention was drawn onto the match.


"I am brilliant!" Sirius cheered as he danced out of the locker room, "Did you see that dive I did?"

"Yeah, but who drew up the play, Sirius?" James countered with a grin, "Moony thought it up."

"Well, yeah, but…" Sirius faltered, "I did it!"

"Oy, give me credit where it's due!" Remus shouted, grinning as Sirius glared at him, James grinning wider as he strode to his friend.

"You like the match?" James smirked.

Remus blinked before smiling, "Yeah, nice save. I thought you were going to fly headlong into the stands."

James grimaced, "I thought I was too. But that is not what I meant." As Remus looked even more confused, he grinned wider, "Were you or were you not holding Hermione's hands?"

"Ohmigawd, what?" Sirius suddenly whirled away from talking to Scarlett and stared at Remus, "What?"

"Her hands were cold," he shrugged innocently as Sirius began to bounce and beam at him, "What's your problem?"

"Did you see?" Emmeline asked excitedly, practically tackling Sirius and bouncing with him.

"No but I just heard!" he said gleefully as the girl danced.

Remus only watched on, an eyebrow arched as Lily and Hermione walked past.

"You've got to dress up though!" they heard Lily saying as Hermione frowned at her, her hands back in her pockets, "All seventh years must dress up for Halloween – regardless of whether or not they're Muggle-born or half-blood or what! It's tradition!"

Hermione only rolled her eyes and kept walking, letting out an annoyed huff of air before replying simply, "No."

"Oh come on!" Lily argued, "You could go as a…err…."

Hermione smirked at her, "You almost said 'witch,' didn't you?"

Lily pouted, "So? Come on! You could go as anything you wanted to! You could be a mermaid or a siren or a fairy or – "

"Little Red Riding Hood!" Sirius offered, making Hermione snort and Lily grin.

"Yeah! You could go as Little Red Riding Hood if you wanted to!"

James and Sirius were suddenly leaning against each other as they laughed, Remus grimacing and trying to avoid Hermione's eyes as she glared at the two.

"Are you afraid of the big bad wolf, Granger?" Sirius winked as she rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm not dressing up," she insisted, turning to walk off.

"You could go as Juliet!" Lily tried.

"Like I don't get teased enough for my name!"

"You could go as – as Janis Joplin!"

"Lily, please!"

"Ahhh – oh I give up," she pouted, "Fine, don't go to Hogsmeade."

"What?" Hermione blinked and turned back around, looking confused.

"If seventh years dress up on Halloween, they get to go to Hogsmeade – some trick or treat, others just…go to Hogsmeade," she shrugged, "It's just a way to 'make another memory,' as Dumbledore says."

"Like just an extra Hogsmeade trip for this month?" Hermione asked, biting her lip. "And I've got to dress up?"

"Uh-huh!" Alice smiled as she caught up with them, "We transfigure clothing and things."

Hermione winced before sighing, "The things I do…."

"Yes!" Alice cheered, "Emmeline, we get to dress Hermione up!"

"Hoo-ray!" she beamed as she started to bounce again, "Today's such a good day!"

Hermione only rolled her eyes and walked on, muttering to herself.


Remus frowned into his pillow before glancing at his watch. Way past midnight. So much for a pleasant little thing called sleeping. He picked his pillow up and promptly set it back over his head, thinking that maybe the muffled noises or the smothering darkness would lull him to sleep.

Nope.

He sighed, thinking back over yesterday's events. He didn't see what everybody else was going on about. Alice and Emmeline acted as if they were watching some sort of television show any time he and Hermione were in the same room, and they were starting to suck the other Marauders in as well. The only ones unaffected were him, Hermione and Lily – although Lily had said something about the other two cheating.

But so what? They were only friends. She'd accepted the fact that he had lycanthropy and had even made him a potion to help him during the full moons. She loved reading and tried to put on a fake smile when she was disturbed from it with a very uninteresting topic. She pranked back when provoked. She was pretty, even when she was freezing and annoyed with the weather. She fought back with everything she had.

"Holy shit," he found himself sitting up in bed, gaping at his bed hangings as he stirred Padfoot awake.

"Just now figure it out, have you?" he murmured sleepily.

"Oh my god, I'm an idiot," Remus replied, falling back on his bed and expecting to hit his pillow, only he hit the headboard instead and cursed as he rubbed the sore spot. Sirius chuckled and went back to sleep.

Well now how was he going to face her?


I think Sirius, Emmeline and Alice are like this pretty small Hermione/Remus fanclub, and they're slowly sucking others into it. I am physically restraining myself from having one of them shout out "MY SHIP" or "OTP" or "FEELS." Ohhh, I need to get off Tumblr. Somebody come help me.

Love,

Ava