A/N: wai! Oh, you people are SSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOO nice! :D :D :D ;D ;D
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Right! So, with all of that crap out of the way...
Without further ado: chapter twenty-one! It's even shorter than the last chap... I'm really sorry about that. *dinky!* I wasn't quite sure how the potion would affect Hermione, and I don't have a copy of the fourth book. But this is AU, and I didn't want to bother putting the answers to her questions ((as the whole lot of you already know them)) and you already know that Sirius is asking.
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Hermione was still staring at the restricted section of the library with a glazed expression when Sirius found her.
He stood behind her for a moment, and tried to figure out what it was she was so interested in.
"Hullo, Granger," he decided after a moment, startling her out of whatever- it-was-she-had-been-thinking-of.
"Sirius!" she cried, for once looking almost happy to see him. "Hey, can you by any chance do me a favor?"
Sirius almost fell over at his luck.
"I'll do you a favor if you do me a favor," he chirped brightly, earning him a reproving look from the librarian.
"What? Okay, you ask me a question and I'll answer it, if I can ask you a question and get a correct answer, too," she offered, dropping into a nearby seat business-like.
He perched on the table next to her.
"Fair enough," he whispered. "How much about the marauders and I do you know about?"
"A pretty good amount," Hermione said, testing her answer.
"Not a good enough answer, Granger,"
"What? Do you want to know something /specific/?"
"Three things that nobody else knows," he nodded.
"Okay. One, you've got a map that shows the whole premises of the school /and/ then some, two, you've got an invisibility cloak, and three, you go by the nicknames of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs."
"Quite a few already know number three."
"I just want to ask you a quick favor."
"And that is?"
Hermione dropped her voice even further. "Do you know a way into the restricted section of the library?"
He raised his eyebrows. "What could you want in there?"
"A book," Our Heroine replied innocently.
Sirius rolled his eyes and stood up, grabbing Hermione's wrist. "C'mon, follow me," he practically dragged her out of the library.
"Where are we going?"
"Once I get some answers, we'll fix up a little date to get that forbidden book you need," he replied mildly, leading her out onto the grounds.
"I don't know if I'll need only one," Hermione said, then went red, dug her heels into the ground, and jerked her wrist out of Sirius' grip. "And I didn't say that I wanted a book out of the restricted section of the library! I just wanted to know if you knew how to get a book from in there, and stuff..."
Sirius raised his eyebrows at her. Again.
"You've alluded to it enough, I know you're looking for something in the restricted section," he leaned forward, "what is it?"
Hermione's face flushed harder. "I'm not telling you that! And I don't want any books from the restricted section of the library!"
He grabbed her wrist, flung her over his shoulder, and began jogging further out onto the empty grounds. "I'll know soon enough. You'll tell me. You will."
"What? Put me down! Where are you taking me?"
He dropped her on the shaded grass under a tree, and her upper back hit the trunk. But the moment she had sat up with homicidal thoughts, something tackled her legs and held them together and down ((sitting on them as well)) and another dropped behind her and grabbed her arms behind her back, locking her wrists in a vice-like grip. She dropped her head back and looked up at him.
Harry.
No, James!
And on her legs was Peter. She jerked her knee into his chin, whilst twisting her wrists madly.
"Hold still, and this'll go by faster," said Remus, who had dropped down just in front of her. Sitting just above Peter, his held her head in one hand while uncorking a threatening-looking vial with the other.
"No! You PERVERTS! What the do you think you're DOING??" She fought harder, to no avail.
"Hurry up, this thing is /stronger/ than she looks!" James grunted when she managed to get a wrist momentarily free.
Remus held her jaw and tipped her head back, quickly managing to get the contents of the small vial between her lips.
For a moment, she thought there had been nothing in it, that this was just a stupid joke... but Lupin hit a pressure point in her neck, causing her to swallow reflexively, and the burning in her throat said that she had just swallowed something.
She panicked and fought even harder, whilst choking and wondering if she could throw whatever-it-was up. Remus jumped to his feet, and a moment later Peter and James had let go and jumped out of the way as well.
Stumbling, Hermione managed to get to her feet before sinking down and slowly leaning against the tree trunk.
A strange feeling of euphoria took over...
"What's your name?" asked a vaguely familiar voice. She stared at the owner, trying to process who it was, while her lips moved and her voice sounded. It sounded... blurred. Like the voices of thousands of people in a big room all murmuring at once; it made no sense. And her vision clouded.
And though she couldn't feel herself ((let alone her mouth)) or hear herself correctly, slipping back into a white warmness that hadn't existed before was much better. She could hear the owner of the voice asking questions, and she knew she was answering, but that didn't matter.
"Are you really a trade student?"
... Bliss...
"Where are you from?"
... Warm...
"What year were you born?"
... Paradise...
"How old are you?"
... Ebullience...
"How?"
...Rapture...
"Why?"
... Ravishment...
"When?"
... Felicity...
"Who?"
... Delirium...
"Who do you know?"
... Enchanting...
"Is there a way for you to get back?"
... Rhapsody...
"Who else knows?"
... Perfection...
"Scared?"
... Felt okay...
"Worried?"
... Lukewarm...
"What would happen if you never got back?"
... Stale...
"Are you sure?"
... Cold...
"Why?"
... Don't like this...
"Restricted section, right?"
... Scared...
"Which of us do you know?"
... Pain...
"Are any of us married?"
... Not right...
"Is all of this really true?"
... Stop...
"What's your theory?"
... Stop... Stop... STOP... STOP! ...
"STOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!"
Hermione threw herself forward onto her hands and knees, vomited, and then passed out.
ANYHOOTIES, let's all celebrate the big two-oh! And OVER A HUNDRED REVIEWS! OMGOMGOMGOMG, I COULD JUST ******DIE******!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs around in circles screaming* I love you all so much!!! LLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YYOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And a VERY special thankies to: The Sweetest Things ((yeah... pretty certain all my files are corrupted, but ff.net seems to have fixed the problem, so I guess that I was wrong when I assumed that...)) Funness ((ALL FF.N'S FAULT! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGH!)) Emma ((done? Hah! I won't be done for a VERY long time, my dear, trust me.)) Li-chan ((ah, I'm very very sorry that I didn't get a longer-length chapter. -_- gomen gomen gomen! Thank you!)) Becki ((yea, didja manage to read the REAL chapter 20? Oy, oy, ooooooooooooyyyyyyyyyy.........)) gypsywitch ((why thankyou! ^_^ I am writing, teehee!)) Romm ((nope, I'm an idiot when it comes to computers. Yup, I'm a stupid moron... yup... I'm a moron... *walks of derangedly*)) funki-mage ((uh no fair! I WANNA GO CAMPING! And I updated. Mer her her!)) pixiedust ((oh, garsh, I'm blushing! *blush, blush*)) Goddess of Reviews ((what's with the penname? Cutsie! Yup, I'm updatin'... yup...)) Diiniam ((hum thank you. *^.^* u r so sweet! I lurve all of my reviewers, yup, love 'em to death... which would explain why I've locked you all up in a dark cage and have been feeding you cookies for the past... what?.... month? Can't remember. ^_^ but I love ya'll and that's all that matters!))
TO ANYBODY I MAY HAVE FORGOTTEN, THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!
Right! So, with all of that crap out of the way...
Without further ado: chapter twenty-one! It's even shorter than the last chap... I'm really sorry about that. *dinky!* I wasn't quite sure how the potion would affect Hermione, and I don't have a copy of the fourth book. But this is AU, and I didn't want to bother putting the answers to her questions ((as the whole lot of you already know them)) and you already know that Sirius is asking.
.
.
.
Hermione was still staring at the restricted section of the library with a glazed expression when Sirius found her.
He stood behind her for a moment, and tried to figure out what it was she was so interested in.
"Hullo, Granger," he decided after a moment, startling her out of whatever- it-was-she-had-been-thinking-of.
"Sirius!" she cried, for once looking almost happy to see him. "Hey, can you by any chance do me a favor?"
Sirius almost fell over at his luck.
"I'll do you a favor if you do me a favor," he chirped brightly, earning him a reproving look from the librarian.
"What? Okay, you ask me a question and I'll answer it, if I can ask you a question and get a correct answer, too," she offered, dropping into a nearby seat business-like.
He perched on the table next to her.
"Fair enough," he whispered. "How much about the marauders and I do you know about?"
"A pretty good amount," Hermione said, testing her answer.
"Not a good enough answer, Granger,"
"What? Do you want to know something /specific/?"
"Three things that nobody else knows," he nodded.
"Okay. One, you've got a map that shows the whole premises of the school /and/ then some, two, you've got an invisibility cloak, and three, you go by the nicknames of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs."
"Quite a few already know number three."
"I just want to ask you a quick favor."
"And that is?"
Hermione dropped her voice even further. "Do you know a way into the restricted section of the library?"
He raised his eyebrows. "What could you want in there?"
"A book," Our Heroine replied innocently.
Sirius rolled his eyes and stood up, grabbing Hermione's wrist. "C'mon, follow me," he practically dragged her out of the library.
"Where are we going?"
"Once I get some answers, we'll fix up a little date to get that forbidden book you need," he replied mildly, leading her out onto the grounds.
"I don't know if I'll need only one," Hermione said, then went red, dug her heels into the ground, and jerked her wrist out of Sirius' grip. "And I didn't say that I wanted a book out of the restricted section of the library! I just wanted to know if you knew how to get a book from in there, and stuff..."
Sirius raised his eyebrows at her. Again.
"You've alluded to it enough, I know you're looking for something in the restricted section," he leaned forward, "what is it?"
Hermione's face flushed harder. "I'm not telling you that! And I don't want any books from the restricted section of the library!"
He grabbed her wrist, flung her over his shoulder, and began jogging further out onto the empty grounds. "I'll know soon enough. You'll tell me. You will."
"What? Put me down! Where are you taking me?"
He dropped her on the shaded grass under a tree, and her upper back hit the trunk. But the moment she had sat up with homicidal thoughts, something tackled her legs and held them together and down ((sitting on them as well)) and another dropped behind her and grabbed her arms behind her back, locking her wrists in a vice-like grip. She dropped her head back and looked up at him.
Harry.
No, James!
And on her legs was Peter. She jerked her knee into his chin, whilst twisting her wrists madly.
"Hold still, and this'll go by faster," said Remus, who had dropped down just in front of her. Sitting just above Peter, his held her head in one hand while uncorking a threatening-looking vial with the other.
"No! You PERVERTS! What the do you think you're DOING??" She fought harder, to no avail.
"Hurry up, this thing is /stronger/ than she looks!" James grunted when she managed to get a wrist momentarily free.
Remus held her jaw and tipped her head back, quickly managing to get the contents of the small vial between her lips.
For a moment, she thought there had been nothing in it, that this was just a stupid joke... but Lupin hit a pressure point in her neck, causing her to swallow reflexively, and the burning in her throat said that she had just swallowed something.
She panicked and fought even harder, whilst choking and wondering if she could throw whatever-it-was up. Remus jumped to his feet, and a moment later Peter and James had let go and jumped out of the way as well.
Stumbling, Hermione managed to get to her feet before sinking down and slowly leaning against the tree trunk.
A strange feeling of euphoria took over...
"What's your name?" asked a vaguely familiar voice. She stared at the owner, trying to process who it was, while her lips moved and her voice sounded. It sounded... blurred. Like the voices of thousands of people in a big room all murmuring at once; it made no sense. And her vision clouded.
And though she couldn't feel herself ((let alone her mouth)) or hear herself correctly, slipping back into a white warmness that hadn't existed before was much better. She could hear the owner of the voice asking questions, and she knew she was answering, but that didn't matter.
"Are you really a trade student?"
... Bliss...
"Where are you from?"
... Warm...
"What year were you born?"
... Paradise...
"How old are you?"
... Ebullience...
"How?"
...Rapture...
"Why?"
... Ravishment...
"When?"
... Felicity...
"Who?"
... Delirium...
"Who do you know?"
... Enchanting...
"Is there a way for you to get back?"
... Rhapsody...
"Who else knows?"
... Perfection...
"Scared?"
... Felt okay...
"Worried?"
... Lukewarm...
"What would happen if you never got back?"
... Stale...
"Are you sure?"
... Cold...
"Why?"
... Don't like this...
"Restricted section, right?"
... Scared...
"Which of us do you know?"
... Pain...
"Are any of us married?"
... Not right...
"Is all of this really true?"
... Stop...
"What's your theory?"
... Stop... Stop... STOP... STOP! ...
"STOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!"
Hermione threw herself forward onto her hands and knees, vomited, and then passed out.