"Hey, Her-my-oh-my-ne!" Sirius teased energetically, slinging his arm around her shoulders. "So, I was thinking, since you're completely in love with me, that you might like to accompany my ravishingly sexy self to Hogsmead tonight?"

"Like, am I that transparent?" Hermione joked back. They were standing in the middle of the Gryffindor seventh year boys' bathroom, where Hermione had come to use the mirror. Verena and Veronica had locked themselves in the ladies room so, Hermione assumed, that their puking would not be disturbed. Hermione continued changing her hair color from brown, which suddenly bored her to death, to violent red.

"Great, so then I'll pick you up at eight?"

"What? I was kidding, I'm not going anywhere at eight," Hermione laughed nervously. Suddenly, Sirius had been asking her out nonstop and constantly hitting on her. Hermione refused to let herself get involved with him, because after all, she would be leaving in a few months to go back to her own time. Four months without Harry to talk to had been torture, even with James there it wasn't the same; a lifetime without him would kill her.

"Alright, I understand, ma cherie, you can't wait until eight. I get you at seven!"

"I can wait until eight!" Hermione exclaimed, not realizing that she had just agreed to a date with the guy she'd been avoiding for months.

"Fine, eight it is," Sirius smiled as he walked out, leaving Hermione to color her hair in peace.

"Fuck," Hermione muttered under her breath.

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At seven o'clock Hermione began to prepare; she'd never been so nervous in her life. 'It's only Sirius,' she kept telling herself, but she knew in her heart that she was only scared because she really liked him. She tried on five outfits before she decided on a metallic grey spaghetti strapped mini dress that reached midthigh and showed of just a tad bit of cleavage. 'Why not make him nervous too?' Hermione thought, 'after all, misery loves company.'

With a sharp jab of her wand, her hair and makeup were finished. It was five to eight, and Hermione was wringing her hands and biting her bottom lip. There was a knock on the portrait hole of the common room. Hermione laughed when she saw Sirius Black kneeling on the other side, thrusting a bouquet of deep-plum roses at her.

"I'm sorry I tricked you, Hermione, but it was the only way I could think of to get you to go out with me." Sirius looked up to see Hermione grinning like an idiot at him.

She pulled him up by his tie, which matched the flowers perfectly, and kissed him square on the lips. Sirius was surprised to say the least, but quickly reacted by sweeping Hermione off her feet (quite literally, he scooped her up bridal style) and carried her to the seventh floor. Hermione broke the kiss when she realized exactly where Sirius had taken her. They were now standing outside the Room of Requirement. Hermione smiled; she had had a bit of a crush on Sirius in her past, and now she would finally get what she'd wanted the whole time she was in the past.

Sirius set her carefully back on her feet and began to pace. Hermione smiled again, "Sirius, stop."

He was taken aback, but quit pacing. Sirius frowned, visibly ashamed of himself.

Hermione saw this and took his hand, "It's okay," she said, "I want it too; I just wasn't sure of what you were going to make the room. Let me."

Hermione began to pace in front of the blank wall. Slowly a large door began to materialize. She grabbed Sirius' hand and led him into the room.

Sirius was shocked. They had entered a room which looked identical to his own bedroom, back home on Grimmauld Place; each poster was exactly the same and in the same place. "Hermione, how…."

"Did I ever mention that I kind of know you?" Hermione cut in. "In the future, I mean..... in my time." She couldn't bear to wait for his response, so she kissed him again, this time with more passion and need. Hermione led Sirius over to the bed and pulled him down on top of her.

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A few weeks went by and there was one place you could be sure to find Hermione: the bathroom. Rumors were scattered around the school that the Chase twins were rubbing off on her, but her best friend (in that particular generation), James Potter, knew otherwise.

"Hermione, you have to tell him; he deserves to know," James argued as he handed her a towel to wipe her mouth with.

"I don't know what you're talking about, James," Hermione replied, trying to hide her face behind her wavy hair that now was navy blue.

"Hermione, you're pregnant and we both know it!" James yelled.

Hermione began to cry, "I know! I don't know how to tell Sirius….I can't tell him."

"Why?"

"I'm going home, James. I'm going back to my time, and I'm taking my baby with me." Hermione began to sob.

A/N: I'm sososososososo sorry that I havn't updated in a long time, but I've been mega busy with school lately, not that that's any excuse. Anyway, I would like to point out that Hermione arrived in the past after a few months of school in her own time. That said, this chapter takes place in March, so the year is coming to a close soon. Love and Kisses and a multitude of Reviews would be much appreciated!