Alrighty! There's some M rated stuff In this chapter. Fully unintended to happen. I was just writing and it happened. Hermione wanted it that bad. I had intended to search for the first Horcrux this chapter, but Hermione got distracted before she could.

I still need you guys to let me know how I should do the updates.

Also, I have decided, that this will end up being a SiriusxHermionexRemus story. I don't know why that thought was thrown out of my mind but it was until I had a short conversation with my first reviewer, maraudersanarchy. So, thank them for this becoming that.

Keep in mind, i want Hermione to kind of let loose. There will be goodness with all of our favorite boys. Excpet maybe Peter, because Peter is a lil baby.

AGAIN, THERE IS M-RATED STUFF IN THIS CHAPTER. THIS IS AN M-RATED STORY. BE WARNED.


Hogsmeade weekend.

It had been a week since Hermione had been there, and she was informed she had joined near the end of the first term. It was almost Christmas break. They had another two weeks before then, and Hermione didn't know what she was going to do. She supposed she could stay and search for Horcruxes, but she knew most of them weren't made yet. She knew Lucius was supposed to be in possession of one, and she wasn't sure if he was in his ranks yet or not.

She supposed she could try to see if he had the Dark Mark yet. Even if he did that didn't mean he had Tom Riddle's diary yet. But, she knew she could be on the lookout for it anyways.

Hermione paced in her room. If anything, the Diadem would be in place. There wasn't a really secure way to get it there unless he had done it himself when he was in Hogwarts. She wasn't sure if he trusted any of his followers yet, and if he did it probably wasn't enough to get them to move his horcruxes.

Hermione swallowed deeply, her hand resting on her left forearm. Bellatrix was done with Hogwarts already. Hermione was sure the crazy bitch was already in Voldemort's ranks, and was kissing his feet. The Cup was sure to be in there by now. But how would she get in there?

How did she plan on destroying any of these? She didn't have a basilisk fang or the Sword of Gryffindor. She supposed the Sword may come when she needed it, but she didn't like those chances.

At the most, there would only be seven, unless she failed in this task. She didn't even know how she expected to get to the snake. Or if she was strong enough to kill Voldemort at the end.

She sure put a lot on her shoulders.

A knock interrupted her thoughts, and Hermione rubbed her face softly, flicking the door open with her wand.

"Are you ready to go?" James asked. She supposed he was the one they sent to fetch her.

Hermione nodded, and smoothed down her clothes, forgetting she wasn't wearing her uniform, but a red jumper, and the black jeans she'd arrived in. She also had on a winter cap, and a scarf. She wasn't sure how cold it was supposed to be, but she would just cast a warming charm on herself if need be.

She pocketed her wand, and wrapped an arm around James' waist as his came around her shoulders. Her door shut behind them. This stance was normal for her and any of the Marauders. Yes, even Peter. It seemed they felt like it was a 'protective' thing. As if she needed protection. She was in a war for Circe's sake! Not that they knew that…

The others came down, and James and Sirius started their normal banter about who would 'escort' her to their destination. About half way to the carriges, strong arms circled her waist and pulled her from in between the two of them. Remus tucked her tightly under his own arm, and Hermione smiled at him gratefully.

"Look whose got her now." Remus teased, as James and Sirius realized what just happened.

"But Moony, you got her last time!"

"Yeah, and the time before that!"

"Well, if you gits would just escort her and not pull her back and forth, I wouldn't have to be her savior so often." Remus beamed at them.

Hermione was actually rather surprised he had warmed up to touching her so quickly. She knew he was quite..careful about this kind of thing. But she also pushed him to do it. The Remus she remembered was a happy, loving person. She wanted this Remus to make it to that point earlier in life.

"We just both want to be gentlemen is all." James responded.

"Prongs, what happened to Evans? Thought you wanted to be a gentleman to her." Sirius teased him, pushing him a bit with his hip.

"I do. But she's still coming around. Might as well practice, right?" James laughed, Hermione knew it was true, too. No matter how much the boys 'fought' over her, she knew James was still very interested in Lily. He gushed over her quite often, and asked Hermione what he should do to get her to like him back.

Hermione knew they weren't supposed to get together until 7th year, but she also knew she liked him when he started to calm down. So that's what she suggested. For him to just ask her out one-on-one and not make it a big deal infront of a whole ton of people. And to be sincere and not jokey or flashy or anything like that.

And he planned on doing it today.

Hermione knew that if she rejected him he would actually be hurt pretty bad. The reason why he was so flashy was to make it look rediculous and people would think he wasn't hurt everytime she rejected him. But Hermione knew better. James had asked her out three times since she had been there, and had been his shoulder at least one of those times.

The five of them loaded up into a carriage and headed into Hogsmeade, where James would find a flower, just one, and wait for Lily to arrive. They had left earlier than most of the students would want too. Most didn't come until around Lunch time.

But, Hermione had a lot of shopping to do. Thanks to what she had on her, and Dumbledore supplying some money, she thought she had enough to buy each of her boys a present, and she needed to get it all done this weekend. They had a Hogsmeade trip next weekend as well, but she wanted to use that to be with the boys.

Hermione helped James pick out a red rose that had a sparkling charm on it, then headed off away from them and into The Three Broomsticks. She got permission from Rosemerta to use her Floo, and practically skipped to the fireplace.

With a clear voice, Hermione called out

"Diagon Alley"

Hermione stepped out, and began brushing the Floo powder from her shoulders.

Where to start? What to get? She knew that Remus liked books, potion making, and chocolate. Sirius liked Muggle contraptions, and Quidditch. James liked...Lily and Quidditch. Peter would love any kind of food.

Hermione made her first stop to Florish and Blotts, making her way to the back of the store where the potions section was, but instead was met with Magical Creatures. Hermione pouted. She had spent so much time in this store in her time, and she knew they never changed things around. Now she was going to have to learn a whole new store!

Starting from the back, Hermione began searching the sectons, embedding them into her mind. About mid way, she found the Potions section.

Hermione scanned a few of the titles before picking out 'Unique Potion Making Vol. I'

This book would be great for Remus.

Hermione paid for the book, and headed back out. She knew she was going into muggle London to find something for Sirius, and to get baking supplies for Peter's, but for James she needed to go into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

Hermione searched through everything. A broom would be too much, besides with his parents she was sure he already had the best.

Hermione decided on a nice pair of fingerless leather gloves. James had started complaining about his beginning to fall apart.

After this purchase, Hermione walked into the Leaky Cauldron, and out of the other side to muggle London. Hermione walked around for a bit, before walking into a general store. She bought her ingredients to make Peter a cake, and then found a pawn shop. She figured she could get some ideas from this place before actually going out.

Hermione searched through clothes, through knick knacks, through electronics, before finally making a decision.

Hermione bought a few vinyls from the store, and rushed out to find a music store.

Hermione bought Sirius a nice record player, and a few vinyls.

She made her way back into Diagon Alley, bought a few candies from Honeydukes, and Floo'd back to Hogsmeade.

Hermione didn't realize she'd spent so much time shopping, but the day was turning dark. She met up with Remus and Peter, and they explained what had happened with James and Lily. Of course Lily declined, but apparently she was rather harsh about it.

Hermione sighed. She and the boys headed back to the castle, her items shrunk and neatly in her pockets, other than the ingredients. She carried those.

Hermione rushed into the common room, knowing James wouldn't be in there but hoping. She deposited her things into her room quickly and rushed one of the boys upstairs to get James and Sirius to come down.

James came down red-eyed and sniffling. Hermione had never seen him so broken up over this before. She rushed him into her room and shut the door, not even thinking about the other boys.

She sat on her bed and held him, his face pressing into her neck, his arms around her waist, and hers around his shoulders. She let him cry on her for a bit, rubbing his shoulder in a soothing fashion with her thumb.

"I just can't believe-" James broke off. Hermione understood though.

"You can't give up on her. I promise you, it will work out with her. Maybe not now, but later." Hermione said, pressing a kiss to his head.

James nodded, sniffing softly. He pulled away and went up to her pillows, laying back against them. Hermione scooted up next to him. Their arms went around each other and they just laid there for a while. Hermione bit her lip, and gave out a tiny sigh. She hasn't had this kind of affection in a while. It was really, really nice.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?" Hermione asked, her eyes meeting his.

James sat silently, just looking at her. The tension was suddenly very thick, and Hermione leaned over, pressing their lips together tightly.

The kiss was very heated, James pushing his sorrows deep into it, their tongues delving into each others mouths. Hermione laced her fingers in James's hair, reveling in the familiar feeling of his lips, his hair, he really felt the same as Harry.

His hand came up to cup her breast lightly, his thumb tracing across her bra, giving it a light squeeze.

Hermione knew exactly where this was going, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't want it. Harry was the guy she lost her virginity to. Back when they were searching for Horcruxes and Ron had just left. It was a one time thing, painfully passionate, but she and Harry knew that's not who they were to each other.

James pushed her down, hovering above her. He kept their lips connected as his hand pushed up her shirt, fondling her through her bra still. Hermione's own hands traveled up his abdomen, feeling his toned muscles from his years of quidditch.

Suddenly, Hermione's shirt was flung off, along with her bra, and James' mouth was connected to one of her nipples, the other being twisted and pulled by an experienced hand. Hermione arched her back and moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. She separated them for a moment, as she pulled his own shirt over his head, and began undoing his trousers. His hands began undoing hers as well, their lips caught in a heated kiss. All that separated them now were her knickers, as James had apparently opted to go commando that day. Hermione gave him a pointed look, and James gave her a sheepish grin.

Hermione pushed them over, straddling his waist. Her hand wrapped around his length, and began slowly moving it up and down. She pressed their lips together once more, before positioning herself above him, and slowly moving down onto his length. He let out a low groan, his hands coming to hold onto her hips tightly.

Hermione let herself adjust to him, before beginning to move up and down at a steady pace, soft moans flowing from her mouth. James pressed one hand between her folds, sending a shock of pleasure up Hermione's spine, earning him a much louder noise.

His fingers began delicately touching her, sending the shocks up her spine every time she came down. James suddenly needed more speed. He spun them over, pinning her to the bed, and began pounding into her at a faster pace. Hermione began to feel the pressure building up in her core, her head thrown back, her body arched up against his chest.

Her climax hit her in waves, as James continued to pound her senslessly, until he met his own climax, pulling out just in time to release his seed upon her stomach.

James fell back into the bed beside her, panting. They sat in silence for a moment, both trying to catch their breath.

"I didn't know if.."

"I am." Hermione teased. She leaned over and grabbed her wand from her pants, casting a quick scourgify upon the both of them. She then proceeded to curl up next to him, her head near his.

"Thank you." He said simply, pressing a kiss to her head.

"It was as much for me as it was for you. Now quit moaping about Lily. She'll come around, okay?"

James nodded, and shifted, pulling the blanket over the both of them. Technically he didn't have to leave here, but he knew the guys would be pretty pissed if he spent the night.

"Can we not-"

"No, we're not telling anyone about this. Don't worry." Hermione said, she pressed a kiss to his chest, then rested her head on it, listening to his heartbeat.

His hands were trailing her skin softly, soothingly. Hermione hadn't felt this relaxed in a very long time.

"How'd you get this scar?" James asked. His fingers were tracing the long line that she had added to her collection of scars since she had been here. It was the cut from Harry.

"Its a long story, but I was helping a friend." She said simply. It was the truth. But she didn't need to tell him it was from his son.

James suddenly shot up, his hand holding her left arm in his tightly.

Hermione paled.

"What in the bloody hell is this?" He asked, his fingers tracing the letters across her forearm.

Hermione swallowed.

"You're not Dumbledore's niece, are you?" He asked, his eyes finally meeting hers.

Hermione shook her head.

"I can't tell you anything, James. I'm sorry. Not yet, at least."

James' brow furrowed, his hand on her arm tightening.

"You must be bloody important for Dumbledore to lie about you." He whispered. His fingers kept tracing the letters. Hermione's heart broke when a tear fell from his eyes and landed on her arm.

"Please, don't cry for me James. This happened three years ago."

James said nothing, but pulled her to his chest, hugging her tightly.

Hermione sighed, her own arms circling his shoulders.