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Summary: Through the barrier and into…a different time? Hermione finds herself in the Marauder's time. In a story of hate, lies, and hurt, Hermione finds something else….love.

A/N: The "a story of hate, lies, and hurt" part will come in this chapter and I think a bunch of you will be cussing me up one side and down another. But there is 1 very important thing that you MUST remember: THIS IS A SIRIUS AND HERMIONE STORY! Just keep repeating that in your head no matter what you read, k pumpkins? And some of you guys are really good guessers. ; )

Chapter 11:

The sun shone brightly through the curtains and into her eyes, waking Hermione up from her deep sleep. The events of last night washed over her and the tears started falling down her cheeks again.

She determinedly wiped the tears away and rose from her bed. She refused to let them get to her; it would not solve anything if she became weak now.

She walked over to the trunk that sat at the foot of her bed and shifted through it resolutely, searching for an outfit that would hide the betrayal she felt. She pulled out the white off the shoulder sweater and jeans that she had ordered through the post.

She smiled to herself as she gathered up the items and headed off to the bathroom to quickly shower. She changed into the outfit, making sure that she looked her best.

Since it was still warm and a Sunday, many of the students were spending the day outside. Hermione gave a small thanks for this fact. She really was not in the mood to put up with anyone at the present moment.

As she entered the common room, she spotted James sitting calmly on the couch in front of the fire. He looked as if he was thinking hard and Hermione paused, thinking how it was probably for the better that it he had not seen what she had seen last night.

She dismissed her worries and took a deep breath, plastering on a large smile as she finished walking down the last few steps. She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, arousing him from his deep thoughts.

"Hey," he said, turning his head up to look at her. He smiled a little before resuming his thoughtful expression.

"Hey yourself," she said as she sat down upon the arm of the couch. "Why aren't you outside playing Quidditch with the other guys?"

He smiled warmly at her, leaning back in the couch. "I was waiting to see if you were okay," he replied honestly. "Lily said that you had sealed your curtains shut and was not feeling well. They tried to check on you this morning but couldn't break your charms."

"Yeah….well," Hermione cast her eyes down at the floor, not wanting to meet his, "I don't really want to talk to Lily at the moment."

James looked confused and turned a little so he could face her. "You don't want to talk to Lily," he repeated slowly, trying to catch her eye.

Hermione looked up and straight into his unknowing hazel eyes. "No, not really." She paused and gave him a smile. "I am hungry though. I guess I missed breakfast."

James smiled mischievously at her. "Well then, we can't have you going hungry, now can we? We are just going to have to get you some lunch."

Hermione smiled back at him. "What did you have in mind?"

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies," James said over his shoulder as he began walking towards the portrait hole, smiling back at her briefly.

"James!" Hermione called after him but he was already gone.

She shook her head and gazed around the empty common room. Perfect silence. She smiled a little, breathing in deeply and closing her eyes to enjoy the moment of tranquility.

She decided to just sit back and relax until he came back with what she hoped would be food. She walked over to the window and sat down.

Gazing out, she noted that everything was the same as it would be in the future, only the people would change. These people would be the parents of the ones that would litter the grounds during her time.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she did not hear the portrait hole swing open. She also did not hear the footsteps approaching her. She did, however, feel the hand upon her shoulder.

She turned quickly to see who it was and found the one person she did not want to see staring back at her.

"Hermione….can we talk?"

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Harry was fuming as he walked down the corridor to Potions. He was irritated and it didn't help that Remus had insisted on him going to Potions. Personally, Harry thought that it was not exactly the best idea to put him in the same room with Snape, after all, the Potions master would be the guinea pig for the new spells he had learnt.

When he walked into the room, everyone's eyes instantly turned towards him. He was late after all, a further effort on his part to push Snape over the edge this fine morning.

"Mr. Potter," Snape sneered, "you have finally decided to grace us all with your presence this morning, have you?"

Harry bit back his retort and continued to stand in the door, glaring at the hated Professor. "Well," Snape barked, "take your seat! Thirty points from Gryffindor."

Harry opened his mouth but saw Hermione in his head shaking her head. He closed his mouth and took a seat at the back of the room, as far away from Snape and the Slytherins, mainly Malfoy, as possible. Of course that didn't stop Snape from intruding on him.

As the class took out their supplies to began on the day's potion, Snape made his way back to the corner where Harry had sat up his stuff and was now collecting the ingredients he would need. He ignored the man behind him, though, and continued with his task.

"I can't help but wonder, Potter," Snape bit out harshly, though he kept his voice low so no one could hear him, "what could get Boy Wonder in such a twist this morning. Surely, the youngest Weasley brat couldn't have dejected you?"

Harry glanced up at the man to find him sneering, mocking him and Ginny. Though Harry did not return Ginny's feelings, he did not like the fact that Snape was making a mockery of them.

"I wonder how you would recognize the signs sir," Harry said evenly, cutting the caterpillars into even pieces, "since I'm sure that no one in their right mind would ever feel anything remotely close to love or infatuation for you."

He smiled inwardly as he heard Snape suck in a breath, trying to control his temper in front of the other students. "What was that Potter?"

Harry turned and looked up from the mutilated caterpillars at Snape who now resembled a raging hippogriff with the snarl on his face. "I never said a thing, sir," he replied pleasantly.

Snape bristled as Harry blatantly ignored him and turned back to his potion. Harry felt him lean in closer to him and immediately shifted his right hand closer to his wand.

"You should learn, Potter, to mind you tongue," Snape warned threateningly. "One day, your precious headmaster won't be there to save you from the evils of this world."

Harry paused and chewed over Snape's words. He turned his head slowly to face the most loathed teacher in the school. "Excuse me, sir?"

Snape smirked. "I think you heard me, Potter."

"I heard you state that Dumbledore was my headmaster, not yours," Harry said evenly. "If one would take you seriously, they would think that you didn't back him."

Snape rose to his full height and stared down at Harry through hooded eyes. "Be careful, Potter, it isn't wise to go around and throwing accusations around."

"Is it an accusation?" Harry bit out through clenched teeth. "One would think, sir, that you do not support the Order the way you talk."

Snape leaned back down to Harry, his black eyes filled with hatred. "I have done more for the precious Order than you'll ever know, Potter. You are a mere child, you know nothing of war."

"Funny," Harry remarked sarcastically, "seeing how I am the only one who can kill Voldemort."

Snape drew in a breath. "Then the wizarding world is doomed if they are relying on you to save them from the Dark Lord," he derided.

Harry glared at the man, hating him for everything that he represented. He did not believe Dumbledore's story about Snape realizing the 'evil' of his ways and changing sides. It was just too…crafted.

"Maybe, Potter, some people have gave you false hopes," Snape said casually as he leaned back up. "I wouldn't be to confident if I were you."

Harry looked him straight in the eyes and brought his knife down hard onto a spider, killing it easily. "Same goes for you, sir," he said evenly though his voice betrayed his true feelings.

Snape snarled down at him. "Ten more points for your cheek."

As Snape walked away, Harry glared at him and crushed a beetle in the dish. He muttered darkly to himself. One day, Snape's true colors would show through. One day, the Potions master would get what was coming to him and Harry hoped to see the day.

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Hermione glared at the person in front of her, her mouth instantly open to refuse his request. "Hermione," Sirius pleaded, "please…can we just talk?"

She rose quickly from her seat, determination and a bitterness in her eyes. "I don't there is anything for us to talk about," she replied coolly.

"Oh, I think there is."

Hermione tried to walk past him but he shot out an arm to stop her. She tried to jerk out of his grasp but Sirius held fast, determined to not let her walk away.

She stopped fighting him and glared. "Let me past, Sirius. I have nothing to say to you nor do I want to hear any explanations. You don't owe me any."

"I know I don't," Sirius barked angrily. He ran a hand over his face in frustration. He took a deep breath, controlling his anger though he did not know why he was mad at her.

"Hermione…," he tried again, this time calmer, "what you saw last night…neither one of us meant for it to happen like that….it was a mistake."

"Oh, so your lips just casually went together," Hermione bit out scathingly, shoving his hands away in anger. She did not want him to touch her right now.

"No!" he protested at once, moving closer to her but stopped when she continued to back away from him. "Hermione, you have got to understand…"

"No I don't. Like I said, you don't owe me any explanations. We're not exactly the best of friends now are we?" she asked, her eyes hard.

Sirius knew where this was leading and he didn't want to admit the awful truth. "No, but…"

"The person you do owe an explanation to is your best friend," Hermione continued, poking him in the chest. "How are you going to explain to James why you were snogging Lily last night?"

The clattering of the tray hitting the floor startled the two, making them swing around to face the door. James stood there with a look of pure shock on his face, his eyes slowly filling up with hurt and bitterness.

Before any of them could speak, James was out the portrait hole and away from the Gryffindor common room, leaving the two of them to stare after him.

"What have you done?"

A/N: Alright ya'll, there it is…was going to put it up yesterday but my computer wouldn't bring up Fan fiction. I took my ACT's again yesterday, only I took the writing too this time. The question: "Should a student's ability be assessed by classroom work or their achievement on standardized test?" My Answer: grinning evilly and dogging the ACT's majorly. They really shouldn't ask a question like that unless they want to get an honest answer.

ARGH! All this week we have Fruit to give out for the FFA so I don't know if I will be able to update again. I have to go Christmas shopping so I hope to get to that too. Please be patient with me. Oh, reminder, you might want to look at my LJ every so often since I do give little snippets from my chapters. :P

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