A/N: Hi, here is another chapter for you. I've been so busy the past month so I'm very happy I can still post this on time. I also got some questions asking if I will continue this story. The answer to that is yes, however, I'll only post 1 chapter every four weeks. The reason for this is that I'm busy and also because I don't want to risk having to go on hiatus again.

I hope you'll like this chapter.

Enjoy ^^

The quidditch game against Hufflepuff was getting closer and you bet everyone in Gryffindor knew about it. The quidditch team spent long hours on the pitch and came back in the evening, complaining about the cold, sore muscles, different tactics. But it wasn't only the quidditch team who was putting effort in it. Several gryffindors were making banners, others were making bets with other houses to see who would win and who would lose.

But of course, even when the game was getting closer, it was not the only thing on the marauders' minds. They were the marauders after all. They always managed to get in some pranks.

So when Hermione and Lily entered the redhead's quarters she wasn't exactly surprised to find them sitting around a cauldron. "What are you guys making?"

"You'll have to wait to find out, Mione."

She shrugged, following Lily to her room. "Are you okay with the fact that they use your quarters as their headquarters of mischief?"

"I just let them be as long as they don't make a mess. I'd only be wasting my energy anyway."

"And you're sure it has nothing to do with the fact that one of the marauders is your boyfriend now?"

The redhead got a smile on her face. She almost always did when someone mentioned that she and James were together now. "Maybe."

"Thought so," Hermione said with a snicker. They took out their books and started the homework they were given.

The next day the marauders took a seat next to the girls during lunch, just like they normally did. Sirius took a seat in front of her while Remus took the place beside her. "Mione," Sirius said.

"Hmm?"

"Smell me," he said as he leaned over the table.

She looked at him incredulously as the girls just started snickering, trying to muffle their laughter. "Excuse me?"

"Smell me."

"Why?" she was a little sceptical, not knowing what to expect.

"Just do it."

"I swear if my eyes start burning or I get hives I will hex you."

He brushed her off. "Nothing will happen. Now smell me." She leaned in and sniffed. She didn't smell anything. She tried taking another whiff. "And? What do you think?" he asked her.

"About what?" she asked in return. "I don't smell anything."

"You don't?" he asked her perplexed. She shook her head. He dropped the matter, sitting back down as they continued eating.

When she was almost finished, she sniffed, smelling the air. Something was smelling nice. She turned towards Remus and sniffed again. "Remus?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you smell like Sirius?"

Four pairs of eyes widened. What did she just say? "I smell like Sirius?" he asked her.

She nodded. "Yeah, like leather and something musky. Did you borrow his shampoo or something?"

He had to try so hard to keep a straight face, to not burst out laughing. "Or something," he told her. She looked at him for a moment before standing up, needing to get to her next class. Little did she know that the potion the marauders were working on the previous night was amortentia and that they all had put some of the potion on their necks, wanting to test whether they brewed it correctly and worked accordingly.

"Did she really just say that?" Peter asked.

"She did."

"Pads, do you know what this means? Hermione likes you."

"She does." He was a little shocked. This came as a little surprise. She liked him, had smelled him when she smelled Remus. She hadn't smelled anything with him because his scent hadn't changed to her.

"You know that if she finds out about this she will hex us, right?" Remus informed them.

"Probably," James said. "But that doesn't matter now. We just found out that she likes Padfoot. That's what matters now."

The shock faded and excitement took its place. She liked him. He liked her. He was ecstatic, there was no doubt about that. But that wasn't the most important thing right now. He had to focus on the upcoming game next week and then he could think about this.

And focus he did. It was like finding out that the brunette liked him was an extra incentive to win the game. He focused during practice and complained less when he finally came back to the common room.

"What is going on?" she asked him one night when he came back from practice. He was lying stretched out on the sofa, his head in her lap, wriggling to get comfortable.

"What do you mean?"

She gave him a look. "For starters you're clingier than usual. Then there is also the fact that you hardly complain about your 'brutal' practice."

"Do you mind that I'm clingier, that I don't complain?"

"Well, no."

"Then why ask?"

She thought for a second. "You're right. I should actually be happy that you don't complain until my ears are about to fall off," she teased.

"That's mean, Mione. You should be careful with what you say. You never know when someone might do something out of spite because you said something hurtful."

"Like what?" It was a challenge, he saw it in her eyes.

"I don't know, like maybe tickle you until you have tears in your eyes." And with that he started his attack, tickling her. She couldn't get away, not with his head lying in her lap.

"Stop, stop. I surrender," she told him while laughing, wriggling in her seat, still trying to get away even when she knew she couldn't.

He relented and just laid back down, getting comfortable again.

He had promised her they would win the game and when the game finally arrived that is exactly what they did. They won. Though that didn't mean it had been an easy victory.

Gryffindor had had an amazing start, building a lead little by little. They thought it would be an easy win from there on. Wrongly so. Somewhere – the game had been going on for almost an hour then – Hufflepuff got their act together and slowly but steadily caught up to Gryffindor.

Everyone was freezing, most wanting the game to be over already, even those who had been enthusiastic during the time leading up to the match. Some were still enthusiastic during the match but the cold became too much for most of them, spectators and players alike.

The game went back and forth. Gryffindor would score a point, so would Hufflepuff. They were flying from one side of the pitch to the other, bludgers were being whacked around, there was yelling going on, in other words it was an everyday nerve-wrecking quidditch match.

When Gryffindor finally managed to catch the snitch, everyone went wild, yelling and celebrating. Some were cheering because Gryffindor had won, others just because they were happy to get back inside and get warmed up again, some even for both reasons. Hermione belonged to the last category.

Everyone went inside as fast as they could, wanting to get the feeling back in their fingers, their toes and whatever else that had gone numb form being in this cold for so long.

The gryffindors had won, which meant that a party would certainly follow. So when they came back to the common room to find drinks and snacks littering the tables the brunette wasn't exactly surprised. They probably had convinced some house elves to prepare it while the game was going on. And though she didn't exactly agree she couldn't be angry either.

The Gryffindor quidditch team came back a little later and were welcomed with cheers. Another team beaten, which means they're one step closer to getting that quidditch cup for another year.

Sirius immediately made his way towards Hermione, hugging her. He told her in quite the smug voice, "I told you we would win."

"You did."

Before anything else could be said he kissed her. His arms had released her as he placed them on her cheeks keeping her in place as he put his lips on hers. She was surprised but pleasantly so. She kissed him back.

It wasn't nice and slow yet it wasn't fast and passionate either. It was a regular kiss, nothing spectacular but the excitement of it was still clear. He pulled back after only a moment, leaning his forehead against hers. "I've wanted to do that for such a long time."

"Why didn't you?"

"I have no idea. Merlin, I must have been crazy, only doing it now." He let out a laugh, low and amused, still immersed in the bubble he had created around them both.

"Possibly. Do it again. Kiss me again."

"With pleasure." And he leaned in for another kiss. It was still a regular kiss, only longer, maybe a little softer.

"Now what do we have here?" Their bubble was broken by none other than James Potter. Lily was standing next to him, his arm around her waist, keeping her close. Ever since they got together a couple of weeks ago they had grown much closer towards each other. Sitting next to each other, holding hands, hugging, it was like they were afraid to be separated from one other. And though a lot of people had to get used to it, Hermione found it endearing, sweet.

"Prongs, I swear I'll hex you. You ruined the moment."

"It happens," James shrugged. "I remember a few instances where a certain somebody would barge into our quarters and ruin the moment."

Sirius groaned. "That happened only a few times and I didn't do it on purpose. Besides it's your own fault. You shouldn't have given me the password."

Raising an eyebrow, James said, "We both know how you would have been if I hadn't given you the password."

Sirius relented. "Fair enough."

Hermione turned to Lily. "So is this what it's like to date a marauder?"

"I think you're about to find out for yourself," the redhead responded with a grin, teasing yet fond, happy.