Hermione woke up in a bed the next morning, with a strange scent on the pillow and sheets. She felt a pair of arms around her waist and rolled over, only to find a boy sleeping soundly next to her. The boy was very good-looking, and she wondered why he was in HER bed. She reached down to move his arms so she could get out of bed, and she felt the smooth feeling of silk against her hand. She lifted the blanket and saw that she was wearing a blood-red silk nightgown, one she had never seen before. She also noticed that her skin was more olive than usual. Her fingernails were perfectly manicured, and painted deep red. 'What in Merlin is going on here?' She got out of bed, careful not to disturb the boy.
Hermione looked in the mirror, and couldn't believe what she saw. Looking back at her was a stunningly beautiful girl, definitely not the girl Hermione used to know. This girl had soft, raven black hair, which was barely past her shoulders, and had perfect waves that framed her model-like face. Her eyes were a deep green, and had sort of a shape that resembled cats' eyes. Her nose was in perfect balance with the rest of her face, as were her lips, which were not pink and chapped like they previously were, but deep red to match her nightgown. She had 4 earrings in one ear, and 5 in the other. Her olive skin was flawless, and she had a more muscular build, with perfect curves just where they needed to be. She stood in stunned silence, until a husky voice snapped her out of her dazed reverie.
"Rayne, baby, what are you doing out of bed?" asked the boy in bed sleepily. He had a great body, his perfectly chiseled abs could be seen from under the blanket. Hermione didn't know what to say for a moment. She had to think of a lie, and fast.
"Nothing, just couldn't sleep," she said, but he was already snoring. Hermione walked out of her bedroom and into the common room, where a few girls were sitting around the fire chatting giddily, most likely about boys. She looked around the common room, still clad in Gryffindor colors. 'At least I'm still in Gryffindor.'
"Oh hey, Rayne! What are you doing out of bed?" a blonde haired girl asked Hermione. She just used the same excuse as before.
"I-couldn't sleep," she lied. She wanted some questions answered, and fast.
"You can come sit down with us if you want," another girl asked, this one with red hair. Her bright emerald eyes looked strangely familiar. "Me and Jackie were just talking about you and Michael."
This grabbed Hermione's attention. So, the boy's name was Michael. She instantly wanted to know more. "Really? About what?"
"Nothing in particular. Just how you guys were so cute together," the brown-haired one, which she guessed was Jackie, said happily. "One week today, right?"
"Yeah, you guys are great together! So, Lily, I saw you looking at James AGAIN today!" the blonde girl said excitedly. 'No way could it be...that couldn't be Harry's mother! Did I go back in time when I drank that potion?' She picked up a newspaper that was lying next to her and read the date: November 21st, 1974.
"I was not!" Lily exclaimed loudly. "He's such a git! Always picking on poor Severus! He's never done anything to them!"
"Lils, everyone hates Snivellus," Jackie said, matter-of-factly.
"Well, no one else goes around hexing him left and right now, do they?"
"Well, they should!" the blonde said.
"Amy! That's mean!" Lily said.
"And true. Lily, James fancies you. I don't know why you don't just jump him. He's so adorable!" Amy said.
"AND the best Quidditch player we have," Jackie added thoughtfully.
"You guys are insane! I'm going back to bed!" Lily said, storming off.
"She'll be back. Hey, did you guys see Sirius today? That sweater he was wearing.." Jackie purred.
"OH MY GOD, he looked at me today! I almost spilled my ink, I was so excited!" Amy said.
"He only looked at you because you tripped over your own feet while you were watching him!" Lily yelled at her from her bed. "And you did spill your ink, all over MY tank top!"
"Oh yeah," Amy said, turning red.
"Hey, Rayne, are you all right? You haven't said a word," Jackie asked.
It took Hermione a moment to register that Jackie was talking to her. 'I HAVE to get used to this name, since it looks like I'm going to be here a while.' "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."
"Okay. Hey, Michael!" Jackie exclaimed suddenly.
Hermione felt a pair of strong arms slip around her waist and turned her head slightly so that his lips almost touched hers. "Come back to bed, I'm getting cold," he whispered huskily, and she could feel his breath across her own lips. Hermione decided that she would have to wait and see Dumbledore in the morning.
AN: How is this going so far? If you're confused now, don't worry, I'll clear it up in the next chapter. I really don't know what year the Maurauders were in school, so just correct me if I'm wrong. Please R&R, it helps me fix what I'm doing wrong. Flames are always welcome.
Hermione looked in the mirror, and couldn't believe what she saw. Looking back at her was a stunningly beautiful girl, definitely not the girl Hermione used to know. This girl had soft, raven black hair, which was barely past her shoulders, and had perfect waves that framed her model-like face. Her eyes were a deep green, and had sort of a shape that resembled cats' eyes. Her nose was in perfect balance with the rest of her face, as were her lips, which were not pink and chapped like they previously were, but deep red to match her nightgown. She had 4 earrings in one ear, and 5 in the other. Her olive skin was flawless, and she had a more muscular build, with perfect curves just where they needed to be. She stood in stunned silence, until a husky voice snapped her out of her dazed reverie.
"Rayne, baby, what are you doing out of bed?" asked the boy in bed sleepily. He had a great body, his perfectly chiseled abs could be seen from under the blanket. Hermione didn't know what to say for a moment. She had to think of a lie, and fast.
"Nothing, just couldn't sleep," she said, but he was already snoring. Hermione walked out of her bedroom and into the common room, where a few girls were sitting around the fire chatting giddily, most likely about boys. She looked around the common room, still clad in Gryffindor colors. 'At least I'm still in Gryffindor.'
"Oh hey, Rayne! What are you doing out of bed?" a blonde haired girl asked Hermione. She just used the same excuse as before.
"I-couldn't sleep," she lied. She wanted some questions answered, and fast.
"You can come sit down with us if you want," another girl asked, this one with red hair. Her bright emerald eyes looked strangely familiar. "Me and Jackie were just talking about you and Michael."
This grabbed Hermione's attention. So, the boy's name was Michael. She instantly wanted to know more. "Really? About what?"
"Nothing in particular. Just how you guys were so cute together," the brown-haired one, which she guessed was Jackie, said happily. "One week today, right?"
"Yeah, you guys are great together! So, Lily, I saw you looking at James AGAIN today!" the blonde girl said excitedly. 'No way could it be...that couldn't be Harry's mother! Did I go back in time when I drank that potion?' She picked up a newspaper that was lying next to her and read the date: November 21st, 1974.
"I was not!" Lily exclaimed loudly. "He's such a git! Always picking on poor Severus! He's never done anything to them!"
"Lils, everyone hates Snivellus," Jackie said, matter-of-factly.
"Well, no one else goes around hexing him left and right now, do they?"
"Well, they should!" the blonde said.
"Amy! That's mean!" Lily said.
"And true. Lily, James fancies you. I don't know why you don't just jump him. He's so adorable!" Amy said.
"AND the best Quidditch player we have," Jackie added thoughtfully.
"You guys are insane! I'm going back to bed!" Lily said, storming off.
"She'll be back. Hey, did you guys see Sirius today? That sweater he was wearing.." Jackie purred.
"OH MY GOD, he looked at me today! I almost spilled my ink, I was so excited!" Amy said.
"He only looked at you because you tripped over your own feet while you were watching him!" Lily yelled at her from her bed. "And you did spill your ink, all over MY tank top!"
"Oh yeah," Amy said, turning red.
"Hey, Rayne, are you all right? You haven't said a word," Jackie asked.
It took Hermione a moment to register that Jackie was talking to her. 'I HAVE to get used to this name, since it looks like I'm going to be here a while.' "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."
"Okay. Hey, Michael!" Jackie exclaimed suddenly.
Hermione felt a pair of strong arms slip around her waist and turned her head slightly so that his lips almost touched hers. "Come back to bed, I'm getting cold," he whispered huskily, and she could feel his breath across her own lips. Hermione decided that she would have to wait and see Dumbledore in the morning.
AN: How is this going so far? If you're confused now, don't worry, I'll clear it up in the next chapter. I really don't know what year the Maurauders were in school, so just correct me if I'm wrong. Please R&R, it helps me fix what I'm doing wrong. Flames are always welcome.