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Chapter 3: Saturday with S
Saturday was every student's favourite day. It meant no school, playing sports and hanging out with your friends. This particular Saturday, for Hermione, meant homework in the library with Remus, while Sirius and James practiced Quidditch and Lily and Peter watched, followed by an afternoon with Sirius. The library was much loved by few. Hermione, however, found it to be relaxing and almost comforting to be in the company of so many books. Remus just wanted to get his homework done. Not that spending time with Hermione was a bad thing.
Hermione and Remus worked in silence as they poured over books and parchment. Hermione had no problem concentrating as she knew how much she had to do, but Remus was having trouble focusing. He kept looking up at Hermione, wondering how she could do that, just sit and read for hours on end. True, Remus loved to read, but to read for hours at a time was near impossible.
"Er, Hermione," Remus began, nervously. "What did you get for the description of the werewolf?" He asked, hoping that she would at least look up at him. Instead she just passed him a piece of parchment off a pile that she had finished.
"Here, second paragraph." She said, without taking her eyes off her book.
"Thanks," Remus replied, feeling a little depressed that she hadn't even acknowledged him in any other way.
After she had finished her third roll of parchment, Hermione looked up and stretched her arms. "I give up; I'll finish the rest tomorrow." Hermione stated looking at Remus for the first time all morning. She noticed that he smiled slightly.
"I'm just taking a break," Remus said. "So, what's up with you? I never get the chance to talk to you anymore." Remus said, hoping that he could get a decent answer to what James and Sirius had told him.
"Oh my gosh! So much, I've been to sleep, gotten up and done homework. Oh, and five days a week, I go to lessons." Hermione said sarcastically, hoping to throw Remus off whatever scent he had picked up on. "So, yes, there has been no time to talk to me at all in the last…oh, I don't know, seven years?"
"You know what I mean." Remus said exasperatedly.
"Yeah, well, you were ill the night before last and it's not my fault that you were doing homework all last night although you looked exhausted." Hermione said, feeling guilty. She hated lying to anyone, but to someone who would listen as much as Remus, this was torture.
As they both returned to their work, Severus Snape walked past their table, apparently looking for a book on werewolves. "Ah, well, well, look what the wolf dragged in." Snape commented staring at Hermione with disgust. "Black's newest slut. Does he know you're sleeping with his 'companion'?"
"Get lost, Snivellus." Hermione stressed the last word. This was the one thing that Hermione had picked up from Sirius and James.
"It was full moon during the week wasn't it? I don't suppose either of you saw anything dangerous? There are supposed to be werewolves around here, or so I've heard. What do you think of werewolves, mudblood? Like, dislike, scared of, perhaps?" Snape said with a small glimmer of a smirk playing at his lips.
"Get out," Remus growled.
"Temper, temper, Lupin." Snape turned to walk out, when Hermione suddenly sat down.
Flashes of images plagued her mind again. She saw herself in the dungeons, a greasy, hooked nose man towering over her. Is that …Snape? Yes, it is. Unfortunately he's your potions teacher all through school, Hermione's subconscious answered for her.
Then, the setting changed, and Hermione was no longer in Hogwarts. She was in a large, dark house. There was a portrait on the wall; well, she assumed it was a portrait. It was covered by hangings. She then saw people, adults, all of whom were older than her. They were talking as if they had come out of a meeting and were discussing the topics brought up. They are, her subconscious supplied. They've been to a meeting about fighting Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Why? Hermione asked herself. Dumbledore feels the ministry is failing in keeping up with it. Anyway, the minister doesn't believe that Voldemort has returned. Returned?
Hermione saw other images. Some containing her and others not. The most disturbing was of Voldemort and two familiar people. "Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –"
"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please – I'll do anything – "
"Hermione?" Remus was staring at her worriedly.
"I'm fine, I was just…thinking," Hermione assured. "Come on; let's go to lunch."
Lunch was as normal as you could get. Sirius and James talked about their Quidditch match that was approaching. Lily and Remus were discussing their homework. Peter was concentrating on his plate of shepherd's pie and trying to remain inconspicuous. Hermione was thinking about what she was going to tell her friends.
After they had finished their meal, Sirius and Hermione went to the seventh floor. When they reached the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by trolls, Sirius stopped in his tracks.
"Stay here," he told Hermione.
"What? Why?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
Sirius walked by the stretch of corridor outside the tapestry three times. Then as if by, do I dare say, magic, a door appeared.
"What? Where did that door come from?" Hermione asked, really confused.
"Don't ask, 'cos it's a marauder secret. And you know the rules…"
"Marauders never divulge a secret unless they have agreement from the other three. Yes, Siri, I know. So, I'm not gonna ask."
"Good. Now, think of one thing you would love to be doing right now," Sirius told Hermione. He saw her thinking, but didn't notice the fact that she was slowly walking towards him until she was barely an inch from his face.
"Anything?" She asked, playfully.
"Absolutely," Sirius replied, leaning towards her. Their lips met and Sirius' arms managed to find their way around Hermione's waist. Hermione moved her arms around his neck. Sirius broke the kiss, looking at the door.
"Siri?" Hermione asked, looking between Sirius and the door.
"I thought there was someone there." He glanced at his watch. "Shit, is that the time? We'd better be going if we're gonna meet the others for lunch."
"O.K." Hermione said. As they walked out of the room, Remus pulled off the invisibility cloak, watching Sirius' arm around Hermione's waist.
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