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Harry glanced at Hermione, realizing that something was wrong. Watching Ginny transpiring into thin air, he noticed how Hermione's body remained completely solid as if the spell was not impacting her.
"Hermione," he called out, his voice sounding distant.
"I'm sorry," her lips worded out for him as she turned around.
Hermione waited until Ginny, Harry and Ron disappeared with confused looks on their faces. Turning to Dumbledore, she asked, "How much time do I have?"
"One more hour Ms. Madison. That is all that I can give you," he said, calmly.
She ran down the stairs and into the hallway. Jogging towards the hallway, she checked the time on giant clock. Two minutes after twelve. Looking at the path in front of her again, she ducked when an object flew towards her at full speed. Her hair flew catastrophically around her face while her mind began to register what she had seen. Spinning around in the direction that the broom headed, she found herself colliding into Sirius' shoulders. His arms locked around her, as her head buried itself in his robes.
"I'm so sorry," Hermione said, kissing him.
"No, I am," Sirius said, pressing his forehead against hers to look down at her, "Should have listened to you."
"I've only got less than an hour," she informed him, only urging him to tighten his grip on her.
"Where do you want to go?" Sirius said, preparing his broom.
"Third floor," Hermione responded, hopping onto the broom. Placing his hands around her waist, they were immediately zooming past the corridors in Hogwarts. Hermione watched fearfully as Sirius did a 180 to lift them towards the 3rd floor.
"Sirius you're killing me," she said, closing her eyes and gripping to the side of his arms tightly.
"Relax," he said, kissing her neck.
"Stop here," she said, her eyes half closed in case he tried anything. When she stepped of the broom, she hit him playfully on the chest. "You're evil."
He grinned, "Thanks for the gift," he said, motioning to the broom. "So what's here, by the way?"
"The room of requirement," she said, "And I would prefer if you don't tell the others about it… you're not supposed to know about it."
She opened the door, revealing a bedroom. They hastily stepped inside, fearing that Filch might spot them.
Sirius' hand cupped Hermione's chin, capturing a kiss. Lifting her up into his arms, he carried her to the bed and flopped her down.
"What would you like to do in our last hour," he said, before letting his tongue explore her mouth. His hands slipped under her shirt, caressing the front of her stomach.
"Talk," she said, aware that she wanted to do more. She had to be sensible. If she was leaving, she didn't want her longing for him to increase.
"Talk," he complained. Seeing that she was serious, he laid near her.
"That doesn't mean we can't-," she lowered herself onto him, kissing his neck and bare chest as she unbuttoned his shirt.
"Ahhh," Sirius said, "That's my kind of talking."
She gazed up at him and rolled her eyes, "You're so self-centered."
"Excuse me," he said, throwing her across the bed and positioning himself over her.
"Don't get me wrong. Self centered in a good way," Hermione replied, winking at him.
"Really, then why stop here," he said, kissing her, "Spare a few minutes of the one hour…"His kisses began to trail down her neck, repeating her gesture as he easily undid her shirt to expose a black bra. His hands lowered down her back, gently pushing her forward to a seated position. Her legs wrapped around his hips, enticing him further. "I assure you'll be pleased with-…" Removing her shirt, his hands slipped under her skirt, finding them on her bottom.
"Sirius… no, please," Hermione gasped, as his fingers slipped through the side of her underwear and remained on her hips.
He removed his fingers entirely from her body and instead laid them on her hair.
"Whatever you want," he said, kissing her forehead.
"I still have to get you back for that," Hermione said, laying on top of his body and kissing him while slipping her foot down his body and into his pants.
His eyes closed, giving Hermione the reaction she had expected. She lifted his arms above his head, and lowered her head to inhale his cologne.
"Tease," he whispered, licking her ear.
She laughed, laying herself near him and running her hand across his chest. Looking at him, she couldn't believe what she had done. He definitely wasn't Harry's godfather in her eyes any more.
"Thought you wanted to stop," he managed to say.
Hermione gave him a puppy face, "I'm a very confused person."
"Give me a call when you return," he said, huskily, "I'll show you the proper protocol…"
"You'll be eighteen years older, probably married," she said, impassively.
"That's my point. I'll have lots to teach you in bed… much more then just mangles. Besides, you never said I was married," Sirius said, moving the hair out of her eyes.
"No, you're not married," she said, her eyes becoming watery.
"What's wrong?" he asked sincerely, pressing his lips against the tears as they rolled down the side of her cheek. "Don't tell me- you can't shag me 'cause I'm married!" He laughed, at the thought of it. "Well you could…'Mione what is it?"
She buried her head against his chest, hugging him tightly.
"I don't want to leave you," she said, in a muffled voice.
"Don't be silly," he said, his voice breaking up. "We both know that you need to go." Kissing her, he stared into her cinnamon eyes, "As much as I would like to tell Dumbledore to go screw himself over."
Her tears overflowed, as she reminded herself that she wouldn't have Sirius in the future… unless…
"Promise me something," she said, taking his hand.
"Yes, I solemnly swear to shag you even if you're married," Sirius said, putting his hand on his chest faithfully.
"Shut up, I'm serious," she said, grinning. Hesitating if she should do it, she gazed into his dark chocolate eyes. Who cares if she would be reprimanded by the Ministry for it?!
"Be careful of Bellatrix and stay away from the veil at the Ministry," she said, seriously.
"Bellatrix?! Veil? What in bloody hell are you talking about?" he said, perplexed.
"Stay away from the walls," Hermione said, cursing herself for sounding like a raving lunatic.
"Right I'm going to stay away from walls the rest of my life," Sirius said, chuckling to himself at the absurdity of the warning.
She hit him on the head, "I'm serious. When you come after Harry and I… keep away from them."
From the seriousness in her voice, he knew that she wasn't joking around with him.
"Sure, I'll remember to do that," he said, kissing her fingertips.
"You better," she said, cuddling near him.
They spent the next few minutes snogging, when Hermione checked her watch.
"Shit!" she said, jumping off him. "I have ten minutes!"
"No need to worry," he said, watching her jump around frantically. She buttoned up her shirt, "With your flying… yes I should!"
"Whatever you do… don't speak ill of my flying," he said, poking her in the ribs.
"OHH," she said, observing him worriedly, "I have nothing to remember you by?"
"What do you want," he asked, grinning, "My broom?"
"No silly," she said, shaking her head, "I don't fly."
"Wasn't talking about that one," he said mischievously, wearing his robes over his opened shirt.
She blushed back and didn't say anything until they got out of the room.
"Your clothes," she said hurriedly.
"Whoa," Sirius said, shocked, "Hold on woman." She hit her head in irritation. "Well, I guess that I can spare my favorite boxers for you… Mind you, I reckon Filch will give me enough detentions to last a lifetime if I walk around Hogwarts without clothes on… although I promise you, it's not a bad sight."
"No," she said, laughing, "I only want your robes."
He looked at her confusingly, "Women, I'll never understand."
"They smell good," she said, shrugging.
He grinned and asked her to wait, while he returned into the room of requirement. To her relief, he came out with his clothes on.
"Here, milady," he said, handing her his robes. "And for good luck in the future…" He added his dark red boxers with black dogs on top of it. She looked at them, flustered. Her eyes reverted to his pants when he said, "Care for a compromise?" His head cocked to the right as he looked her naughtily.
She shook her head as if in disapproval. Grabbing his chin, she kissed him. She jumped onto the broom, waiting for him to join her. The broom kicked off from the ground and they were soaring through the air. Sirius' left hand wrapped around her waist while keeping a steady hand on her upper leg.
"Don't try anything," Hermione said. As soon as she said it, Sirius picked up the speed.
Hermione shrieked as they raced through the halls. The broom suddenly changed direction, lowering abruptly. She opened her eyes to find Filch dropping to the floor while yelling, "BLLLLLLACCCCCCCCKK! I'll get you for this!"
Jumping off the broom, they rushed up the stairs to Dumbledore's office.
"Three more minutes," Hermione gasped when they entered the room.
"Ah, Ms. Granger," Dumbledore said, "Thought you were going to keep me waiting another few decades Ms. Granger."
Her lip twitched at his joke. He motioned to prepare herself.
His dark eyes stared back at her when she turned around. Hermione threw her arms around Sirius, "I'm going to miss you so much!" Her lip quivered as she felt the tears reaching her eyes. Biting down on her lip she buried her face into his chest.
"Hermione," he said deeply, prodding her head up. He put all his feeling into his kiss, to explain everything he was feeling at the moment because he was too much of prick to admit that perhaps this girl meant more than the others. Pressing his head against hers, he brought her hands to his lips.
"Remember what I said," Hermione said, reminding him about her warning.
He nodded, looking down her nose at Hermione.
She stood up on her toes and kissed Sirius again.
He pressed her hand, "I'll look out for you… a few years from now."
She nodded, smiling. "I don't think I can do this," she said, her voice breaking apart, "Damn you, Sirius, for doing this to me."
"It's sort of the effect on girls," Sirius said, shrugging to shake off the blame.
"Is it permanent?" she asked.
"You tell me in a few years," he said, kissing her again, "I'll be waiting."
"Take this," Hermione said, removing her necklace. On a gold chain, the pendant was a diamond encircled by crimson red gems. It had been an heirloom in her family.
"Ms. Granger," Dumbledore said, quietly.
"Be strong," Sirius whispered.
She drifted backwards, their hands slowly sliding apart. His hand tightened
around hers before they were separated. Hermione stood in her spot and began reciting the passage while focusing on Sirius. He grinned at her and made a hilarious face at her.
She counted the time in her head, treasuring every second she saw Sirius' dark hair or his eyes. Or his quirky smile. Or the way he leaned against the panel of the door.
"Don't forget me," Sirius called out.
"I love you," Hermione murmured, her voice failing on her as she began to switch dimensions.
The last breath she took in 1977 was the deep aroma of coffee beans, Sirius' cologne.
Hermione felt someone grab her, making her jump.
"About time," she heard Ginny cry out, "You cheated us."
Harry hugged, "I'm happy you're back."
He noticed the pain in her eyes as she glanced around Dumbledore's office.
Seeing Remus standing in the corner of the room, she approached him and hugged him, "Remus!"
"That's Professor Remus for you," he corrected her, "Joking."
She looked around the room and found Lavender and Seamus standing in the corner of the room.
"Seamus," she said, I got something for you. While walking towards them, Snape entered the room. His face paled and he narrowed his eyes as he studied Hermione.
"Hi, Sir!" she said, reaching inside her bag. She was enjoying the contorted look on Snape's face. Thinking that he was going to leave the room in outrage after her presence, she was surprised when he approached her, "Ms. Granger! Your stupid behavior in-,"
"Seamus," she shrieked, trying to ignore Snape's displeasure, "I brought you a gift." Finally finding the object she sought, she pulled it out. Everyone watched as a pair of checkered boxers were revealed. Remus seemed the only person in the room who was enjoying the moment besides Hermione. Others just stared at Hermione confusingly. All, except for Snape who remembered those boxers quite well. Snape gleamed at Remus irritatingly as he tried to grasp the boxers.
Seamus said casually, "Now, Hermione I know you can't get over me… but really now. I'm dating Lavender. Get it in your head, will you?"
"I'll take those very much," Snape said, pocketing the boxers.
"Doesn't matter," Hermione said, simply, "It's not the original."
"What do you mean, it's not the original?" Snape asked, heatedly.
"I have duplicates. Invincible duplicates," she clarified for him.
She walked past him and up to Seamus, "Sorry, wrong gift." She handed him another item, "Doesn't matter Seamus. I've moved on too, to much more gratifying offers."
"Really," Seamus said sardonically, as if he didn't believe her. He opened a box that erupted and sent slimy brown custard all over his face.
"Yes. Really," she said, "You don't need to thank me for the gift. A couple of people, by the name of the Marauders," she looked directly at Remus, "told me to give it to any of my ex-boyfriends."
They all sat down, with the exception of Snape, to talk about the latest news. Hermione's eyes kept reverting to the door, waiting for Sirius to walk through the door. One hour had passed and her hopes began to die. She did warn him. Nothing had changed, which would mean that her warning had no effect.
"So how come you never mentioned about the time traveling in our third year?" Hermione asked, sitting near Remus.
"That would be because I had no idea it would happen," Remus explained, "Dumbledore made us save our memories of you in a pensieve in order to not disrupt the future."
Hermione stopped breathing. 'Then it had been useless. Sirius was still dead.'
"We were only allowed to regain our memories recently, after you left," Remus asked.
She couldn't believe her ears. Remaining quiet for the following minutes, everyone was busy talking to each other when Remus turned to her.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Remus whispered.
"Sirius," she said, staring at her knees. She felt that she was still in the Marauder's time and somehow her body was imprisoned in 2004.
She glanced to her right at Remus, "He's here, right?"
Glancing at her awkwardly, he contemplated her words. He realized what she had done and observed her sympathetically, "Mione, he's…" He could not express it in words, knowing that it would break her heart if her warning had been completely in vain. Shaking his head, her head turned abruptly away. She stared directly in front of her.
"It's my fault," she said, "I should have written it somewhere for him… then it wouldn't have been stuck in a bloody pensieve."
"You know it's not right-," Remus murmured.
"NOT RIGHT!" she screamed, jumping to her feet. "It could have saved his life!"
The room's occupants watched her silently, not understanding what Remus and Hermione were speaking about.
"It wouldn't have worked," Remus said, trying to stop her guilt.
"Shows how much you care about him," she yelled, grabbing her bag and running out of the room.
She heard Remus' voice calling for her but she never turned back. Some students watched her as she ran down the hallway. What did she care? Life was unfair. Life was a bitch. She hated it! Why couldn't things just work out! It was as if all the planets had aligned against her luck.
"Well, if it isn't Mudblood Granger," a voice drawled from a tall blonde haired boy standing with a bunch of Slytherins in the middle of the corridor.
"OH fuck off Lucius," she said.
"My name's DRACO," he screamed disgustingly, back at her. "Since when are you in a first name basis with my father?"
She arrived in the Head Girl's private room and slammed the door behind her. Throwing herself on the bed, she permitted the tears to roll down her cheeks. There was no use holding them back. No one was watching. Sirius wasn't there. How she wanted to be with him.
Hearing the door creaking open, she was about to scream her head off at the person and zap them into oblivion. Remus walked into the room, "Hermione, I know it's hard for you…"
She turned her back on him, "How is it wrong to tell him."
"It isn't. At least for those of us who were friends with him," Remus said, "I would have done the same thing."
She sniffed, quickly covering her mouth in an attempt to prevent Remus from knowing that she was crying.
"Hermione-," Remus said, reaching out to comfort her.
"I need to be alone," she said, her voice cracking up. "Please."
She heard a sigh behind her, "If you need me, Dumbledore knows where to find me."
Closing the door behind him, she was left to ponder about the past and the grim future that lay ahead.
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Four years later, Hermione was busy at her desk, scribbling across a paper. The music was blaring to Jet's song, 'Are You Gonna be My Girl' . She craned her neck and looked at the clock. One more hour until she could leave. That would give her enough time to pinpoint the source of the latest sighting of the third league vampires.
The door to her office opened and her assistant walked in, "Ms. Granger," he said weakly.
"Yes, Max," she said, rotating around in her seat and walking towards him. She prodded his head up to force him away from studying her legs.
"Harry is trying to contact you," he muttered.
"Thanks," Hermione said, passing him through the door.
"Hey Hermione," another person said from her work. She nodded and smiled. Turning around she wondered, 'Who the hell is that.' "Men," she said, shaking her head when she received a wink from one of the men.
"Harry," she said, grinning at his head popping from the fireplace.
His head rotated around impatiently, "'Mione! Come to St. Mungo's right away… fourth floor!"
"What's wrong," Hermione asked worryingly.
"Come, will you," Harry said, "It's an emergency."
She approached the fireplace, ready to throw some floo powder into the fireplace.
"A good emergency, relax," he said, "Just come here quickly."
"Alright," she said, looking at him quizzically.
"Love you," Harry said, his head disappearing.
Her eyes widened, wondering what was happening. 'Great,' she said to herself, 'Good luck getting extra time away from work with that stupid boss.'
She treaded into her boss' office, carefully.
"Yes, Ms. Granger?," he said, all too calmly.
"I need to leave-," she started to say before she was rudely interrupted by him.
"No," he said, looking back down at his papers.
"But it's an emer-," she continued.
"No. I will not allow you to go gallivanting while there's a 6 o'clock deadline!" he spat.
She exhaled noisily and began to drag herself out of the room.
"Yes and please complete the file on local werewolves for tonight also-," he said, purposely to tick her off, or so she thought.
She whipped around, "How about I quit."
"Excuse me?" he said, surprised with her audacity.
"I quit," she said, "Which means I may leave."
"I'm not liking your attitude young lady," he hissed.
She rolled her eyes and began walking out of his office when he called her name.
"Once you walk out that door… I expect your office to be cleared by tomorrow night. Or you can apologize for what you said and keep your job."
She shook her head and walked out of the room with her nose in the air. 'Stupid boss.'
"Max, were you listening?" she said, looking at the boy who jumped away from the door as soon as she walked through.
"He's not going to let you leave," he stammered, "You're the best one we have."
"Thanks," she said, smiling.
Minimizing her robes, she put them in a little package that fit perfectly well in her purse. Underneath, she wore a fitting suit that consisted of a three quarter skirt with slits on both sides of her legs. She wore knee high socks and her hair had been straightened and put messily together on her head.
Quickly apparating to the hospital, Hermione glanced around the helpless cases who were waiting to be served.
"Can you help me?" an old man said, licking his lips. He had a huge tentacle jumping out from his head. "You're a real beauty, aren't you?"
'Yuck.' She ducked away from his hands and walked up the stairs to the fourth floor. When she reached the floor, she glanced around and heard many voices coming from the end of the hallway. Approaching the room, she found Ginny walking outside.
"Hermione's here," Ginny yelled to the other people in the room.
She walked inside the room, "What's going on?" Glancing around curiously, Hermione's eyes landed on the person standing between Harry and Remus. Her jaw dropped as she recognized the dark haired man staring back at her. All those moments from four years ago came back to her in a flash.
"How?" she said blankly, observing Sirius.
"No hug?" Sirius said, pouting. Walking over to him, she hugged him tightly. She tried sorting the mixed feelings emerging about him while staring at the white wall in front of her.
"Coffee beans," she said, inhaling that famous scent of his. In all her relationships with men, no one had ever smelled better. He looked at her weirdly, "What?"
"Nothing," she said quickly, backing away. "You look great…this is great."
"Thanks to you," Sirius said, "And. Yes. I know I look great."
She rolled her eyes, "I gave you a warning several years ago. It should have worked right away…,"
"Yes," Remus said, "But, time acts in mysterious ways."
"By the way, how did you get out of work so early with that boss of yours," Ginny asked, Hermione who was speechless for the next five minutes.
Everyone looked at Hermione expectantly, "I sort of-quit."
"Are you mad?" Harry said, laughing.
"He wasn't allowing me to leave," Hermione said, shrugging.
"Think about it Harry… what would you do if Hermione wasn't allowed to go on her honeymoon," Fred said hysterically, "Wouldn't you be missing out on all the goods."
Harry winked at Fred and George and quickly hid the smirk on his face when Hermione gave him a dirty look.
"Honeymoon?" Sirius said, observing Hermione confusingly.
"Yes mate, time doesn't stop because you're not around," Remus said accusingly to Sirius.
"He's right on time," Harry said, grinning. He glanced over at Hermione.
"For what?" Sirius asked, feeling the heat rising to his head.
Harry entwined his fingers through Hermione's hand, "We're getting married."
This is NOT the end.
Again, thanks to everyone who has read this fic so far… and to the reviewers:
Divine Sanity: Sirius is too hot to dump and to kill off!! Damn author.
Siriusgyal: Sirius is hot (it was so evident since the moment he came into the story as a VERY hot fugitive.
LeilaRose: now that she has gone back, I think that Sirius will be the one to be pissed…or not when he returns.
Captain Oblivious: Thanks, I'm happy that I'm sort of getting Harry's character right… I usually concentrate on Draco Malfoy when I'm reading the fics. Congrats on your acceptance!
Vallierie: It's amazing how many hot men there are in HP… Sirius, Draco… I mean why do they call it a freaking children's book. Huh. They're not reading between the lines.
Nataku19: Merci, mais mon francais est horrible! Ahahah…Je pense que c'est une idée merveilleuse de la traduire mais c'est trop long. Malheureusement, il y a pas de temps a la faire est je suis incompétent en des expressions françaises. Peut être pendant l'été, j'auras plus de temps pour la traduire(avec l'aide de quelqu'un). Merci pour votre idée !
Tinkerbell-06 : he deserves love… he's just so perfect that there's nothing out there to suit him properly.
Mystripedskirt: Mr. Henderson is actually my English professor (he tells us about his drug experiences) Trust me, do not ever take science fiction as your English. I integrated your play on words for 'broom' in the story…heehhehe. Good… I wanted ppl to be want Hermione to be with Harry and Sirius…they both are great men.
Natyslacks: Wow… you can do my homework for me… perhaps get me a nice mark on my Linear Algebra test. Hmmm.. You can't do that but thanks for offering to help me.
Tanya: Ginny. An Airhead. I always was annoyed with in her book… I mean wouldn't you snog Tom Riddle if he looked like Christian Coulson(or at least for his evil voice)
Artisia: Hansel and Gretel. Ahuh. You're crazy. See u at school
Summery-ice: Ten most evil cliffies… oh hope this one tops the list. Mind you, there's a huge one coming up.
Shadow song11: Glad that my stories make your day. Yeah… this chappie came a little late… the others will be later.hmmm
Jenx17: hmmm… so perhaps Dumbledore metaphorically stands for your father…basically fathers ordering you to get off the computer and Dumbledore … it's all the same thing.
Arwena Bloom: Sorry if it's cruel. Killing animals for fur is crueler.
Isabelle Black: I understand how your heart aches… they're meant to be with each other. Oh any about the names if didn't understand…Senor McGuire, Parker from La Profecia.
Mina Chan: thanks, glad that you like it.
Syaoronsangel: thanks.
Maeri: I know… why should Sirius be so stubborn if she seduced him earlier on. Men are very hard to understand.
Swiss miss: there. I made him get there on time. Except he hasn't returned in time.
Rane2920072: What the heck? Don't kill me. I updated.
Dark ME: yes Sirius got there! Yay!