Sorry this is late. I've been having family problems and I've had to deal with that for the past few days and its just been...yeah.
No one attack me, Okay? You guys can change this however you want. Either the Marauders have been made older in this story to be two years younger than Lucius, or Lucius was made younger to be only two years older than the Marauders. You pick. Don't attack. I am sitting here right now telling you that I KNOW LUCIUS IS OLDER. I just really wanted him in school with them for at least a year. So SHHHHHH.
Also, this chapter might get a little confusing towards the end. Just bear with me, please. I'll stick an explanation at the very end
One more thing! If anyone is interested I would like a beta reader! Someone that knows Harry Potter well would be preferable. I know there's a place to go look for a Beta reader but I am SUCH an awkward person and I don't have a whole ton of time to look around for the perfect person.
Hermione rolled over in her bed, feeling soft fabric brush against her naked skin.
Her eyes shot open.
He was gone. She'd fallen asleep on him and he left.
Hermione pressed her lips together and rolled over onto her back, throwing her arm over her eyes. She didn't know what time it was, but she didn't want to get up. Her body was sore, and her head hurt quite a bit. It was also inevitable that she was going to be bothered by the boys most of the day, since it was still the weekend. She figured she could go to the Room of Requirement and begin looking through those damned piles of random things.
That's what she would do. But right now, she would sleep a bit more.
Hermione rolled onto her side, and curled into herself, her eyes closing once more. As soon as she drifted off, a knock came on her door.
With a growl, Hermione stood from her bed and stalked to the door. She unlocked it, and proceeded to flung it open.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" It was Sirius. The boys were going to learn that she was not a morning person.
"Uh-I-I-Her-Hermione, dear."
"What is it, then?" She asked, rubbing a hand across her forehead.
"I don't mind the show at all, but some others might." He said. Sirius stood closer to the door, trying to block her from the view of anyone else.
Hermione then realized that she was stark naked.
Her cheeks flamed up.
"Is-Is that a hickey?" Sirius asked, his face falling from its smile.
Hermione put herself behind the door, hiding her body from his view.
"I'm so sorry, Sirius. What do you need?" She asked, her face still blood red.
"Nothing. Never mind." Sirius said, his face angry and his eyes dark. He stalked away, his form rigid.
Hermione groaned, shutting the door. She'd really hoped he wouldn't put two and two together. That was something she did not need to deal with. Deciding that the best thing to do was avoid everyone today, Hermione was going to the Room of Requirement. She needed to find this Horcrux.
Hermione bit her lip, as the doors appeared in front of her. She looked around her quickly, before rushing in. She set down her things near the front, and sighed. This was going to take hours, if not days, to get through all of this.
She kind of remembered where it was placed. Towards the back, and basically on the top of a pile. So, she started her way toward the back, looking up at the tops for the familiar case. After searching around for about half an hour, a pile began tumbling over on itself.
Strange..
Hermione pulled her wand out, and walked around the pile. There was no way it just fell with no influence. Suddenly a bird flew out of the pile, startling Hermione, and she stumbled back into a hard surface...chest.
"Scared of a bird, Little Bird?"
The voice made her skin crawl. Hermione clenched her jaw, and stepped out of his personal space.
"Not at all. I was just shocked." She couldn't bring herself to look at him. She knew he would be handsome, but the man was not a good person. She knew he didn't want to work with Voldemort, Draco had told her so, but she still couldn't keep herself from hating him. She didn't know how terrible he was at this age.
"How do you know about this room?" He asked, his voice steady.
"I...I stumbled across it a few days ago. I didn't know what it was but...but curiosity got the better of me so I came back. It's quite a mess in here." She hoped that answer was convincing enough. She didn't know why she hadn't thought of what to tell someone if she had been caught.
"I see.."
"How do you know about it? Why are you here?" She asked. She still didn't want to turn and look at him. She wondered what was going through his head right about now.
Suddenly, her eyes caught the case. It was on the pile that had fallen. She didn't want to go for it if he knew about it. She pressed her lips together and turned around to him. Maybe she could get him to leave or-
His looks shocked her. Of course, he had the Malfoy trademarks, he was Lucius after all. But he had a more boyish look to him. His hair wasn't cropped short like Draco's had been during school, but rather below his ears. It seemed messily put together. Like he had meant for it to look messy. His school robes were nowhere to be found, but rather his school jumper, undershirt, and tie were on, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. On his legs were simple black dress pants, and dress shoes. His wand was dangling precariously between two fingers. It was actually nice to not see that stupid cane of his.
"Why I'm here shouldn't matter, Little Bird." He said, taking a step closer. Hermione shot a quick look to his left forearm. The mark wasn't there, and she couldn't feel any glamour charms in the room. She visibly relaxed, letting out a breath.
Lucius rose an eyebrow, lifting his arm to inspect it. He noticed what she had done. Of course, he had no idea what she was relaxing about.
"I'm Hermione Granger." She said, lifting her hand up for him to shake.
"Lucius Malfoy...Everyone knows who you are, Little Bird. It's my pleasure." He grasped her hand softly in his cool grip, and leaned down, his lips pressing softly to her hand. Hermione felt her cheeks burn.
"It's very nice to meet you, Mister Malfoy." She said politely, softly pulling her hand from his grasp.
"Lucius, please."
"Alright, Lucius. Why are you sneaking around in a room filled with junk?" She asked. As of then she felt comfortable enough to begin looking around once more. She picked up a few things, played with them, and set them back down.
"Honestly, I followed you. What have you been searching for?" He asked, his eyebrow raised.
Hermione cleared her throat, and chewed on the inside of your cheek.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She bluffed, turning from him once more to begin messing with things.
"Oh, come on, Little Bird. You haven't been messing with anything this whole time and suddenly you are. You have to be looking for something." Lucius pried, coming up next to her.
"Not at all." She said. At that moment she picked up the case that held the diadem. The dark magic that flooded up her hand gave her terrible anxiety, and all the bad memories she'd spent years on concealing came back. Her heart sped up, and her vision went black.
"'Mione?"
"Mm?"
"Hermione, dear. Open your eyes. We need to make sure you're okay."
Hermione slowly opened her eyes. She was very confused. And suddenly, the shock hit her hard.
"Minerva? Harry? Wha-?" She sat up quickly, pressing her hands to her eyes to rub them.
"This may be a shock to you, dear, but we need to know where you've been." Minerva said, her hand was grasping Hermione's softly, her thumb rolling across her knuckles every few seconds.
"I-I- What?" Hermione asked. She was..why was she back here? She needed to go back! She had to fix things for Harry! How did she-
"'Mione, you've been out for a month now, and things have been changing wickedly. We remember what happened before, but now there are new memories. It's so confusing.." Harry placed a hand to his face.
Hermione suddenly felt an ache in her heart as she too, started remembering things. But it wasn't with Harry. It was with the Marauders. She remembered James and Lily's wedding. She remembered Harry being born. She was so confused. Where did the past and the present meet? When would she be one person? When would memories collide?
"You're...you're also older, Hermione. Goodness, you're still beautiful, but your face has changed a bit." Minerva said. She picked up a mirror, and held it up to her face.
Hermione felt tears spring to her eyes. She was older. Which meant that this might be the last time for her to be in this time and remember. Time was such a confusing thing. She wished she had Dumbledore to help her right now.
She didn't understand. What was going on?
"I've been with the Marauders." She told them. Harry's face lit up slightly.
"Your father, Harry, He's a great man. I haven't talked much with your Mum, though. But I will..I just have to figure out how to get back." She said. She knew they would argue but her gut was telling her she had to. She didn't belong in this time anymore. She belonged to them. To James, and Sirius, and Remus. And maybe even Peter.
Even if that meant she would be the only one to remember what happened. She didn't know if that's how this would work or not. But she needed Harry to be happy.
"I passed out to get there, and I passed out to come back. I think it's my window." She told them. What would make her pass out though? She didn't know if she wanted to risk magic depletion again. And dark magic made her skin crawl.
"You have to help me get back. Please. I have too!" She begged.
They argued about it for a bit, but Minerva finally gave in. She knew Hermione would never give in. And she'd always told her to trust her gut.
She was going to give her Draught of Living Death, and hope for the best.
"Hermione, when you can, tell them all that I love them. Please." Harry said. Hermione nodded, and pulled him in for a tight hug. He kissed her forehead softly, and smiled down at her.
"Also, I know you banged my dad." He said, his grin widening.
Hermione blushed deeply, and started laughing.
"Just missed me so much, did you?" He teased her. Hermione shook her head, and grinned widely at him.
"I do miss you, Harry." She told him.
Hermione downed the potion and laid back in bed. The dizziness began to hit her, and she closed her eyes.
"I miss you too, 'Mione."
So, yeah. If this last part confused you I am so sorry. Basically her passing out is going to be a way back and forth between times until she can't go back anymore. Because there will be a turning point where she can't go back and see how things are doing. Next time she goes back she'll spend more time but A) She just found the diadem and was panicking a bit about not getting it B) She was a bit scared she couldn't go back.
Thanks for reading guys.
