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Hermione's POV
Hermione flooed into the Potter home right after Remus. Remus, who didn't move out of the way in time, was then pinned down by Hermione as she made her way through the floo network. Covering her mouth while she coughed, Hermione pulled herself off of Remus and rubbed her eyes. She took in the large living space, which looked extravagant and gothic.
"Woah," Hermione said under her breath. Hermione looked around at the high ceilings and the extravagant architecture. Remus nudged her ribs and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Don't expect this from my house," He warned a bit shyly and Hermione blushed. Remus could live in a shack and it wouldn't matter to her.
"James Fleamont Potter!" A woman's voice rang from inside the kitchen. Hermione watched as James went frigid in front of her and Sirius snickered next to him. A tall woman with dark auburn hair walked into the room. Her eyebrows were shapely and arched into a disapproving frown. However, Hermione could tell that the woman was quite beautiful. She had large brown eyes, that although were intimidating at the moment, Hermione could tell they were usually friendly.
A man followed her into the room and completely shocked Hermione. This must have been Fleamont, and he was not was she had been expecting. In front of her stood an average sized man, with a friendly face and a balding hairline. A balding hairline. Hermione couldn't help but giggle. Maybe, Hermione thought, his baldness was a reaction to extensive Sleekeazy potion use.
"When," The woman began as she crossed her arms and glared at her son, "did you plan on telling me that you joined the Order?" Euphemia finished. Hermione watched as James turned his body to face the four other students. He gave them a frantic look and Hermione couldn't help but cringe.
"I convinced them," Hermione cringed as the words poured out of her mouth. "They all believe in the cause, and they won't be doing any missions until we graduate. I convinced them to join." Hermione blurted out. James looked as if he could kiss Hermione, and Hermione paled. Remus reached for her hand comfortingly, and Sirius and Peter both grinned widely, obviously impressed with her sacrifice. She hadn't even formally met James' parents yet, and still she gave them plenty of ammunition to hate her. And they had even offered her a place in their home. Hermione felt lower than low.
James' father took a step towards his wife and put an arm around her. Euphemia leaned into the gesture quite naturally and Hermione pursed her lips as she stared down at her feet. She expected that she was about to be scolded, perhaps even kicked out of their home, when she heard a deep chuckle. Hermione glanced up and saw that Fleamont Potter was bent over, hands on his knees, and heavily chuckling.
"Spoken like a true Gryffindor," Fleamont praised and Hermione flushed red at the compliment. "I don't believe we have formally met," He said as he extended an arm out to Hermione. "Fleamont Potter and my wife Euphemia." He shook Hermione's hand firmly, and Hermione couldn't help but beam.
"Hermione Granger," She introduced herself to James' parents.
"Dumbledore explained to us your situation," Euphemia explained in a much softer voice. "We're sorry about your family. It's a tragic thing to lose the ones you love." She spoke clearly and rhythmically. Hermione felt as though she was listening to a song.
"Thank you," Hermione genuinely said. "And thank you for letting me stay in your home, its lovely."
"You're seriously not mad?" James gawked from behind the three, and Hermione turned to face him. James' mouth was now open wide in curiosity, and his eyes were saucers.
"James," His mother began. "We don't like the idea of you being in danger. But this was bound to happen eventually." She shared a supportive look from her husband and continued. "To be frank dear, we're just glad you're fighting for our side, not theirs. Most of you are of age, there isn't anything I could do to stop it if I wanted too." James' mouth was still open wide and he shook his head in disbelief. Before his mother could change her mind, James planted a kiss on her cheek and hugged his father quickly, before shoving his friends up the stairs, and towards the end of the hall.
"Blimey, Hermione, if I knew my parents wouldn't be mad with you around, I would've asked you to move in a long time ago." James gasped and Hermione scowled.
"You didn't tell them about the Order!" She shouted at him as she threw a pillow acrossed the room at him. James ducked it easily and looked to Sirius for help.
"And you?" She turned to the other three boys. Sirius chuckled before answering.
"No, I haven't. But I bloody hell should, that'd piss them off even more, don't you think?" He smirked and Hermione rolled her eyes before shoving an arm into Sirius' chest and turning towards Peter.
"And you?" She raised a brow and crossed her arms. She could see Peter gulp, but slowly a smile rose on his face.
"What they don't know won't hurt them?" He tried and Hermione groaned as she stared at Peter.
"Remus, please tell me your parents know." Hermione threw her hands up in defeat as she turned to face her boyfriend, looking at him like he was her last hope. But Remus' face flushed pink and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Hermione, if any of our parents did know, they wouldn't let us join." Remus spoke softly, trying to calm Hermione down.
"You're fighting in a war! Don't you think your parents have the right to know that you're in danger?" Hermione nearly shouted at the four boys, her mother hen tendencies shining through. Sirius bit back the retort he was going to say, and James looked down sadly. Hermione's words were hypocritical though, she had been fighting in a war since she was fifteen, and her parents hardly knew anything about it. She had been sent back in time, to never see her family again, and her parents knew nothing of it. She, of all people, couldn't scold others for not telling their families everything. But maybe it was the fact that she didn't have parents to tell now that made this so important to her.
"But we aren't in danger! We're fine Hermione!" James grabbed Hermione by her shoulders to steady her, while staring her right in the eyes. "We're all okay."
"Stop that!" Hermione hissed at him as she hit his hand away. James backed up a few steps and sent Remus a questioning glance. Remus shrugged. "Stop acting like you're invincible! I know you're young, and you feel like you have the whole world in your hands, but this is war! People are dying; this isn't something to be taken lightly!" Hermione stomped her foot down hard, and the boys remained silent. After a while, color returned to Hermione's face in a bright crimson shade. She hadn't wanted to make this such a big deal, but knowing the outcome of their future only made Hermione want to protect them more. James sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking towards Sirius to help. Sirius inhaled deeply, and then shook his head.
"Hermione…We know its war. We know people are dying. That's why we want to help. That's why we need to help. When we joined the order, we weren't just joining some stupid club. We know we could die," He turned and waved a hand towards the other boys, who nodded along with him. "We knew that risk when we joined. But we have to try, we have to fight, you know that more than anyone." His words calmed Hermione down entirely. She fell tiredly onto the bed and sighed loudly.
"I'm just so tired of all of this." She said to no one in particular. She felt Remus' hand massage her scalp as he continued to run his fingers down through her hair calmingly. Hermione nuzzled her head into his hand, feeling more calm with his touch.
"I know what we need," Sirius announced as he walked over to the closet and opened up a drawer door. Hermione sat up and raised a brow as she watched Sirius move.
"Oh god." She heard Remus mutter as Sirius turned around and held numerous bottles of alcohol.
Remus' POV
Sirius' shit-eating grin was what caused Remus to laugh as he held up the bottles of alcohol. Typical Padfoot behavior to think that alcohol could solve problems.
"Drinking won't solve my problems," Hermione said dryly as Sirius handed her a bottle of Firewhiskey. Remus chuckled as Sirius shot her a shocked look.
"No, it will not." Sirius said soundly. "But it will distract you from them." His words must have done something for her, because Hermione tilted her head then held the bottle up to her lips and took a large gulp.
It was quite obvious that Hermione was not experienced with Alcohol. She winced as the burning liquid seeped down her throat. Her eyes shot wide opened and her mouth contorted as she ripped the bottle away.
"That's awful!" She hissed out as she gasped for air. Sirius nearly doubled over in laughter at Hermione's reaction. James soon joined in, and then Peter as well. Remus watched as Hermione's face turned dark red as she looked around at the boys in embarrassment. Remus couldn't help but join in on the laughter as well.
"Its Firewhiskey," James said in between laughter. "It's not going to be pleasant."
The night ensued like this, after numerous drinking games, the five of them were pleasantly drunk. Happy and innocent, just how Sirius wanted it. Hermione was tracing letters on Remus back while James attempted to do a handstand, with Peter holding his feet up into the air.
"I've got an idea!" Sirius jumped off of the ground and staggered up a little less gracefully then he would've if he was sober.
"Hmm?" Peter hummed as he dropped James body to the ground, causing a loud thud.
"Never have I ever!" Sirius squealed as he shook a sleepy looking James awake.
"Padfoot, that's juvenile." Remus muttered into the pillow and Sirius groaned.
"Remus, Moony, friend, pal, mate, my dear werewolf companion; we are juveniles."
Hermione's POV
And with that, the group of them slowly made a circle on the bed, with the remaining alcohol in the middle of the circle.
"Alright, Hermione, you go first." James directed and Hermione's brow furrowed. She looked around the group, trying to think of something to say.
"Er…Never have I ever become an illegal animagus." She spoke loudly and the three Marauders drank.
Next it was James' turn. "Never have I ever….Kissed Moony." He offered. Hermione rolled her eyes as she took a drink of the Firewhiskey. However, her eyes shot open as she saw Sirius groan and take a large gulp. She quickly looked towards a sleepy looking Remus with wide eyes.
Sirius answered, "We were drunk Hermione, I'm not trying to steal your werewolf." He snorted at his own joke and Remus blushed profusely. Hermione's mouth turned up into a smirk and shook her head with laughter.
"I don't need to know the story," She told the boys, who thankfully nodded. It was Peter's turn next and he shrugged and looked around. Hermione watched as his round face was furrowed in frustration as he thought.
"Never have I ever…turned into a wolf once a month?" He raised an eyebrow at the group. James giggled and fell over while Sirius shook his head. Remus rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.
"Peter, obvi—"
"THE RULES, MOONY! FOLLOW THE RULES!" Sirius shouted loudly as he pointed a finger in the air intimidating Remus. Hermione watched as Remus jaw clicked and he glared at Sirius while he took a drink of the alcohol. It was Remus' turn next, and he stared directly at Sirius and smirked.
"Never have I ever….Turned into a mangy mutt." Remus finished as he handed the bottle directly to Sirius. Sirius complied easily and took a much larger gulp than needed.
"Moony…You forget...Alcohol does not affect me." Sirius pronounced the words a bit too clearly for someone who was sober. He maintained eye contact with Remus while he took another large sip causing the boys to scoff.
"Never have I ever…had fantasies about good ole' Minnie." Sirius finished as he smiled brightly at the four boys. Hermione noted that the obvious target of this was Remus, who flashed crimson and quickly took a drink. But what surprised Hermione, was that Peter paled and took a drink as well.
"You too Pete?" James gasped loudly, as he held a hand up to the side of his face in shock.
"It was one dream…" Peter muttered embarrassingly. "I had detention—"
"You?" Hermione interrupted and turned to Remus. "Professor McGonagall…Why?" Hermione shook her head in disbelief.
"She….looks good for her age." Remus finished as he nervously ran a hand over his face and turned away from Hermione awkwardly.
"Wait! Tell me more!" Hermione giggled out a plea. Remus shook his head stubbornly and crossed his arms.
"No. Definitely not." Remus shook his head. Hermione whined as she leaned her head against him and Remus groaned. "I'm definitely not telling you."
"Are you never going to tell me, or are you just not going to tell me now?" Hermione wondered and Remus scoffed.
"I'm honestly hoping you won't remember this in the morning." He admitted to her and Hermione made a mental note to remember the topic in the morning.
As the night wore on, Peter was the first to fall asleep. He fell hard onto the ground and curled up into a ball. Hermione watched him with a frown, then grabbed a blanket off of the bed and laid it over him, giggling a bit as he mumbled in his sleep.
Remus was out next. He took up a spot on James' bed and spread out wide, snoring slightly. Hermione rolled her eyes at him as she turned to James and Sirius. She was about to say something to James, when she noticed he was asleep, leaning against the wall.
"That's kind of creepy." She noted as she tilted her head to exam James' odd sleeping position. Sirius shrugged and drank the rest of the Firewhiskey. Sirius scooted over closer to Hermione and sat down, leaning against the bed as well.
He sighed loudly and rubbed his eyes. "In your time," Sirius began, "the war was still going on" Sirius spoke aloud and Hermione nodded her head. "You were a part of the Order." Sirius said as he recalled some of the memories in the pensive.
"Yes, I was." Hermione agreed as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"And did your parents know?" He wondered and Hermione sighed. She didn't want to be on this topic again, but if he asked…
"No, they were muggles. They wouldn't have let me back to Hogwarts if they'd known half of the things that happened." Hermione admitted to Sirius, who chuckled.
"Tell me a story." He demanded.
"What kind of story?"
"A story from your own time." Sirius countered and Hermione sat up a bit straighter.
"Well, in our first year, Harry and Ron absolutely despised me." She began and Sirius smiled.
"Harry is James' son," Sirius remembered and Hermione nodded her head.
"And Ron is Arthur and Molly's boy." Hermione finished for him and Sirius nodded.
"I thought you three were inseparable?" He raised a brow and Hermione nodded her head.
"The three of us—always getting into trouble." Hermione smiled at the memory. "Always together."
"Did you get in as much trouble as us?" Sirius challenged as he looked over at his three sleeping friends.
Hermione shifted comfortably and nodded her head, "More, even."
"No way Hermione—Whats your middle name again?"
"Jean."
"No way Hermione Jean Granger got into more trouble than the four Marauders. Not bloody possible." Sirius raised a curious brow at Hermione, who only laughed.
"Well I never wanted to get into trouble; it sort of just found us." Hermione admitted.
"Prove it." Sirius challenged once again and Hermione sighed.
"In our first year, the three of us took on a fully grown mountain troll," Hermione gushed at the flush of memories that rushed to her.
"How?" Sirius sat up abruptly to face her, completely in shock.
"Long story, but an evil professor let it into the castle." Hermione said simply and Sirius cleared his throat.
"Well, in our first year, the four of us set Dumbledore's beard on fire," Sirius bragged and Hermione's jaw dropped.
"Sirius!" She gasped at the thought.
"He put it out quite easily, laughed afterwards even." Sirius recalled the memory with a sleepy smile. Hermione shook her head in laughter then sighed loudly. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, Hermione's head resting on Sirius's shoulder. It was peaceful and nice and it felt safe.
Sirius shifted uncomfortably and turned to face Hermione. Hermione raised a brow as Sirius stared at her. He reached his hand out towards her and Hermione remained frigid, confused at his motions. Sirius hand dipped towards her neck, and pulled the chain around her neck out of her shirt and held it closely to his face.
"You still wear it?" He mused as he ran the pendant he had given her through his fingers. Hermione blushed and sheepishly nodded her head.
"Yeah, it was a lovely gift." She remarked and Sirius nodded, his eyes still staring at the necklace. Hermione felt as though they remained in that position forever and she awkwardly cleared her throat. Sirius' head shot up and their faces were only inches apart. Hermione stared into his gray eyes and inhaled sharply as she stood up quickly, fumbling over herself as she struggled to get as far from Sirius as she could.
"I'm tired." Hermione said once she was standing at a safe distance from Sirius. He nodded sleepily and agreed. Hermione watched as Sirius grabbed a blanket and plopped down next to Peter, and immediately began to snore. She let out a breath of relief as she crawled up into bed next to Remus and snuggled up against his chest. Hermione felt Remus readjust himself as he threw an arm over her waist, and dragged her closer. She slowly fell asleep to the calming sounds of Remus' breath.
~Until Next Time~
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