AN! I know Hermione seems very OOC, but I don't particularly mind... jut read it openly and accept it... It's only Fan Fiction, after all.

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It didn't take too long for Hermione to change to the swing of the Marauders life-style. Sirius wasn't back yet from the hospital wing, but she was starting to feel wrong without Remus. None of the others seemed to be able to connect to her like Remus did, and she couldn't talk the same. She was sat in her room on Tuesday, half way through his exclusion, and she found that her diary was glowing. She picked it up, and saw Remus was trying to talk to her.

Hey, I thought you'd forgotten me. He wrote, and she smiled, turning over his page to see his picture, only just managing to stop her jaw from dropping. He was wearing no shirt at all, sat on his bed. The muscles in his body were defined nicely but not overly protruding, and she blushed slightly as she realised she liked the view.

Could never do that, Moony, you know me. How's exclusion treating you?

Bored. Out. Of. My. Minf.

Might want to try re-spelling that last word.

Animal jumped on me ... gerrof me you great ball of fluff!

She turned over to his image, and smiled to see he was fighting with a cute grey tabby cat, which was perched on his shoulder.

Awwwww what's its name?

Ronan, he's cute and all but he has a fascination with sitting on shoulders.

Aw he's sweet.

I know, isn't he?

Picture! Remus placed the cat on the floor and sat up, writing in his diary.

Wouldn't mind if I went to change would you?

No, sure, I'm changing as well.

Hermione placed down the diary, but couldn't resist taking a quick peek at him. His back was to his bed where the book lay, and he was stood in some plain black boxers, before he quickly turned round to look at the diary. Hermione had turned way to bend down to get to her trunk where her clothes were, and pulled off her t-shirt and jeans so she was in her underwear.

Remus took this as his cue to look away whilst she took of her underwear, his face tinged pink. She was beautiful, but he respected her privacy… almost. He looked at her image, and groaned when he saw she was in a low-cut short nightdress that was plain black.

Back. She wrote into the diary with a smile.

Good. How are the guys then?

They continued to talk for about an hour, until Lily popped her head in the door, and came to sit next to Hermione. She looked at the diary, and her eyebrows rose as she saw Remus wearing nothing but some loose yoga pants. They rose even more when she saw the writing appear.

Hello Lily.

Hermione passed her the quill, grinning.

Lo moony. This is very odd, talking to you like this.

I know. It's how I talk to the goddess of wisdom.

You what now?

Hermione ATHENA. We called each other by our middle names for ages. Now she is named the goddess of wisdom.

Hermione snatched the quill. REMUS YOU ARSE!

Thank you very much; I'll have a round of applause for my arse-like behaviour, please.

Hermione shielded the diary from Lily whilst she wrote something incredibly insulting, along the lines of sheep and sexual activity.

HERMIONE!

What? Don't embarrass me then, Mr Lupin

What would make me what to do that?

Hermione gestured rudely at the diary, and Remus's image nearly fell off the bed whilst laughing.

Lily watched this interaction with amusement, before slinking off to leave them to their conversation.

She's gone now, Remus.

I noticed that

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, you know that?

So? Do I really care? And besides, it takes a long time to think of a really good sarcastic remark.

Awwwww, poor moony using up all his brainpower?

Shut it, Hermione.

I will when you will.

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The next day Hermione visited the library, telling the others that she would be back later. Lily waved James over, told him to be quiet, and then dashed back up to the dormitory, bringing back a little red book.

They sat reading four weeks of conversations, aw-ing at certain points, and laughing at others, and then they both gaped as they saw Remus at a desk on a muggle computer, with very little on save a towel around his waist. They closed the diary after they finished the last few conversations, and grinned at each other.

"How do you think we can set them up?"

"I'm not sure Lils… we need to get them drunk first though. From what you've said, neither will do anything … too shy…"

"Friday night. Hogsmead."

"It's a date." They grinned at each other, and made their way to the hospital wing to see if Sirius had woken up yet.

Hermione re-entered the common room quite late, and was carrying her usual bag filled with books. The Group was sat by the fire, plus one dark haired young man, whom she guessed could only be Sirius Black.

"Legs come over here!" James called, and she was thankful she decided to wear a skirt for the name to make sense. "It seems we have to introduce you to someone… Padfoot be nice she's only been here a few days…"

Sirius stood up, eyeing her thoughtfully, and then smirked. She was wearing another t-shirt.

"Never underestimate the power of a sick mind, hey?" His hair fell into his dark eyes, which were boring into hers.

"Yes… I'm so very sure yours is working full boar right now, but if you so much as try and hit on me you will find that you'll be playing catch with your own balls, padfoot…"

The others burst out laughing, and he grinned roguishly. "Nah, bet you wouldn't. You're far to pretty to do anything like that…"

"Beauty always comes with dark thoughts." She said, her eyes darkening. "Would you like to test the theory?"

"I like her." Sirius concluded, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "She'll fit in, alright." He threw his arm around her shoulders, and led her to the sofa. She found that she would end up legged out on the floor, so the rested on the side of the sofa, stretching out her legs.

"When's old Moony back then?" He asked lightly, and suddenly noticed the tension as all eyes were fixed on him. He gulped audibly as he glanced at Lily. "Um, guys, I didn't mean what I said; you do know that, don't you, right? Right?"

"You don't do that to a friend either, Padfoot. Apologise to the Lady now." James said darkly.

"Lil, I'm sorry for calling you a mudblood. I didn't mean it, honestly I didn't."

"I know, Sirius, I know, but you just don't call someone that! Especially not a friend. Goddess of Wisdom, what is your take on the subject?" Lily asked.

"Hm, well, as a muggle born myself… I say that… Hm… you let me handle him." She smirked, and rested back on the chair. "Go back to being friends… Lily I'll tell you my plan in the dorm."

"Shhh Lil… stupefy!" She froze Sirius. "Mobilicorpus." He floated through the dormitory and downstairs. Using a ladder and some fancy wand work, they had him hanging upside down, totally naked, smeared in honey and feathers stuck in random places to help conceal a little of his modesty. With her wand, Hermione took a photograph, and they went back to bed, waiting until morning.

"Come on, you have to see this! Sirius is hung from the roof… Oh god you just have to see it!"

Laurel Weasley bounded in the room, cackling. "Hermione, I'll give it to you, you have guts."

Hermione dressed leisurely and leaned against the wall of the common room, staring up at Sirius with a thoughtful expression. "Eneverate" the pointed at Sirius, and he began thrashing madly,

"Let me down you God damned traitor!"

"Lily, I'm leaving his torture up to you. I'm going to go find Remus."

She left the common room and entered the hallway, tracing the way to McGonagall's office, and was glad to see Remus walking down the corridor smiling. She ran up to him and hugged him happily.

"I missed you! Oh my gosh you won't believe what me and lily just did... Sirius is hanging from the roof stark naked covered in honey and feathers!"

"This I have to see."

She led him to the common room, both grinning like idiots the entire time.