A/N: In this verse, Harry was raised by Remus and Sirius as Sirius never went to Azkaban as Pettigrew was caught before he could frame Sirius.

Also, there will be Snape bashing as I really hate him so if you love Snape this probably isn't the story for you.

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Hermione was sitting in the common room alone, waiting for her boyfriend to return from yet another detention for yet another prank.

This time it was charming all the Slytherin students' robes to become hot pink as soon as they entered the great hall.

'It really was some great spell work,' she thought to herself, 'not that I'll ever tell anyone that.'

They were in their fifth year and she and Harry had gotten together in their third. Since then, they had been basically inseparable, you barely saw one without the other.

People joked they were joined at the hip, while others said they were joined at very different body parts. And they couldn't deny that. They've explored just about every broom closet, empty classroom and bathroom Hogwarts has to offer. But again, she'd never tell anyone that.

Just as she was getting lost in thoughts of her boyfriend, the portrait hole swung open, revealing the very boy she was thinking of.

Harry stepped through in all his glory. He stood 6'4, easily the tallest at the school, he was taller than Dumbledore and the only person taller than him was Hagrid, which is funny considering he's only 15, his skin was a beautiful golden tan, his jaw was spectacularly chiselled, his hair shorter around the sides, with a messy 'just had sex' look on the top, his arms strained in his school shirt sleeves, showing his biceps and broad shoulders, his shirt clung to his chest and abdomen, showing his toned muscles that looked as if they were sculpted by a Greek god and his unnaturally vibrant green eyes shone, freed from the glasses from after his first year when he found a spell to fix eyesight. His red and gold tie was loose around his neck and his top two buttons were undone.

It was safe to say that once Hermione saw him, her previous thoughts about broom closets and empty classrooms didn't go away.

Harry smiled his brilliant, charming smile and walked over to her. He stood behind the couch she was sitting on, put his hand on her chin and tilted her head back. He then leant down and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"Hey," he said softly as he pulled away.

"Hey," she replied, licking her lips.

"Where's Ron?" Harry asked.

"He went to sleep about an hour ago, your detention was awfully long," Hermione responded.

"Snape," was his only reply with a shrug.

Hermione nodded in understanding.

They sat in a comfortable silence until Harry interrupted it with an, "Oh."

"What is it?" she asked.

Harry reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out what at first glance looked like a time turner, but as she inspected it, she saw that the sand was a silvery colour instead of bright gold and the numbers on the side didn't seem to match the usual time turner, such as hers in third year.

"Where did you get this?" She asked him curiously.

"Found it on the ground outside," he replied, standing up. "Anyway," he started, swinging the object in his hand, "How about we sneak into the prefects bathro…" As he said this, he threw the object up into the air.

"HARRY!" Hermione shouted, panicked.

Harry startled and therefore didn't catch the object, "What?" He asked. His question was followed by a loud smashing sound.

They both looked down at the smashed time turner-esque object, then both looked up to meet the other's gaze.

"Shit," Harry said wisely before they were engulfed in what looked like a sandstorm of the silvery sand and began spinning like crazy.