I know that I am putting out quite a few chapters all at once, but I have been writing this story for a bit now and finally got the courage to post some of it. I was frankly a bit worried about how it was turning out, but I am enjoying the playfulness of youth the Marauders have. Hope you enjoy!

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The sun was peering through the curtains and Hermione groaned and turned on the bed. Her head was starting to pound and she pulled the blankets to her, but they would not budge. Grumbling she yanked and heard a rumble and an arm went around her.

"Not yet, Hermione. I am still wounded." She heard Remus moan and her eyes shot open.

Peering down at her body she could plainly see she was lacking all but her knickers. "Remus!" She shot up and glared over at the snoozing werewolf.

His lower half was hidden with the blankets but his bare chest was on display to the room. "Oh, no. I am one of those slags who gets drunk and shags without remembering!" She gasped and jumped out of bed.

His eyes opened and he leaned his head on his hand, smiling up at her. "Hermione," he started and she shook her head.

"No, Remus, don't tell me please..." She was trying to cover her body with her arms.

"Hermione, we didn't shag." He murmured and his smile reached his eyes.

She released a bit of her tension and glanced down at her body, "why am I out of my clothes?"

He chuckled and waved her back into the bed and she climbed under the covers. "You decided to douse yourself in whiskey. I was not going to let you sleep in alcohol and unfortunately did not have access to any clothing that was fitting enough for you to crawl into. I have to say it isn't something I am complaining about." He declared and blushed lightly as he gazed over at her.

She rolled her eyes and rubbed her temple. "Did Sirius dare me to drink the rest of that damned bottle? I am remembering that correctly?"

Remus laughed and winced before nodding, "Oh yes, he did get the best of you last night." Hermione turned fully to him and clutched the blankets.

"He has his way of doing that, doesn't he?" She asked and he grinned further.

The werewolf exhaled and landed on the bed. "What is on the agenda today, Miss Granger?" He responded and her heart tugged.

"We should probably go get you and Sirius some new clothes. Molly insisted that I come to dinner tonight so I suppose you all could come along."

Sirius barged into the room and groaned with a cigarette in his mouth, "Hermione, I do have to say you are quite a witch. I am so bloody hung over." He complained and plopped down on the bed next to her.

"Sirius, put that fag out. It is stinking up the room." She moved away from him and closer to Remus.

He inhaled a few more times and extinguished it in the glass of water nearby. "Happy now?" He grumbled and stretched out on the bed.

"I suppose this being my room has no effect on you, Pads," Remus growled with a smile and the animagus shook his head.

"None once so ever, Moony. You took the witch to bed so I have every right to come complain to her."

Hermione glared over at Sirius, "this is all your fault. I am an innocent bystander. I needed to let off a little steam after a long school year." She snapped and stifled a grin.

"Do you remember locking tongues with me?" Sirius declared with a raised eyebrow.

"I did not! Don't make up stories," Hermione grumbled and turned to Remus.

The werewolf was covering his face and shaking his head, "unfortunately you did right before you snogged me silly. I have to say, I understand why you do not get bloody pissed, Hermione."

The woman hid under the blankets trying to block them from seeing her blush. "I am going to go get ready for the day. You, Marauders, should too." She mumbled and reached for her wand over at the nightstand by Remus.

Transfiguring a suitable pair of pajamas, she climbed out of the bed and left the bedroom. Sirius climbed further on the bed and glanced over at Remus. The werewolf narrowed his eyes at the animagus before sighing. "Did you have to tell her about the snogging, Pads?"

Sirius beamed and barked out a stream of laughter. "it is worth it to get her riled up."

Remus shook his head and smiled, "you never cease to amaze me, Sirius. She is Harry's best friend. I taught her at Hogwarts."

"You and I both know you haven't yet where we are from. She is enchanting. I want to give her a go," Sirius murmured and Remus glared at him.

"As far as I know she isn't a shag once kind of witch, Pads."

"Remus, get a clue." The animagus retorted and ruffled the werewolf's hair. "it isn't like we are going to stay in this time."

Remus sighed and nodded, "Very true. Which is why we shouldn't be tampering with her." The werewolf struck the animagus on the chest with the back of his hand roughly. "I mean it, Sirius. Let her be. She isn't a tart you can take to bed, she has to live with our loss a second time."

Sirius glowered and rubbed his chest, "I am physically and emotionally hurt by that, Remus."

"Good, you deserve it."

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Hermione was cooking breakfast and trying to remember some of last night. She had already had her pep up and was working her way to feeling normal again. She wasn't sure what made her lapse in her judgment. Was it the relief of seeing the young Marauders? Maybe it could even be that she has felt disconnected from letting her hair down in a year? She wasn't sure and it made her uncertain how to analyze it.

"That smells delicious, Hermione." Sirius declared and she turned to him.

Sirius Black was many things in her past. A father figure to her best friend. A wrongfully accused convict. Even quite possibly a bit reckless and handsome, but never in her mind had wildly attractive entered her mind; until then. He was standing in the kitchen with just a pair of sweat pants he must have found in his old room. His skin sheened from a fresh shower and his tattoos were littering his pale skin.

"Thank you, Sirius," she murmured, turning back to her cooking and hiding a blush.

He walked over to see her dish being portioned out on three plates and smiled over at her. "Are you feeling a bit better? You drank threefold what Remus and I did."

Hermione beamed and shook her head, "I don't usually drink. It isn't common for me to be so..."

"Flirty? Tempting? Randy?" Sirius started to fill in the blank and she glared at him.

"Careless," she spat and he chuckled and helped her bring the plates to the table. "I will be right back," she murmured and headed up to the second floor.

She skipped to the bathroom and opened the door to hear the shower running and Remus was partly singing. It was quite endearing and she waited a moment and listened to his rendition of a Queen song... Somebody to Love, she thought was the name of it. Knocking on the door she cleared her throat. "Remus, I have to use the restroom. Don't open the curtain."

The werewolf grew quiet and she sighed as she did her business. "Hermione, don't tell Sirius I was singing that song, alright? He will never let me live that down." He finally said and she giggled.

"Of course not, Remus." She paused and pulled up her shorts, "although, I do think Freddie performed it better, Moony." She teased and moved to leave the restroom.

The curtain sounded and she glanced back to see him poking his face out. "I have to agree with you, but that is just between you and me." He replied with a smirk.

She smiled and shrugged, "if you insist." She left after that and looked at the door with a head shake. "you are a funny werewolf," she whispered and descended the staircase.

Sirius was reading the Daily Prophet that came for Hermione and was finding this world far different than the one back in 1981. There was little talk of darkness and things were starting to look up from a war-torn era. He was baffled a bit to see such happiness; that just was not normal.

Hermione re-entered the kitchen and sat down with a cup of tea. She ate her breakfast and sipped her tea in silence while reading some of the discarded pages Sirius put on the table. Her face was focused and her eyes glinted as she read the news of the day, but Sirius felt a stirring within him. This witch was endearingly sweet.

The witch sighed and shook her head, "honestly, I wish we could end this debate on magical creature mistreatment. I should write the minister about this." She grumbled and made a face.

A morbid feeling entered Sirius's forethought and he frowned, "Hermione, when is the next full moon?"

She gazed over at him before she spoke, "a week from now."

The answer was so simple and accurate he had to ask her why. "How do you know that?"

Hermione did not answer but the blush arriving at her cheeks gave him all he needed to know. "I keep track of certain things."

Sirius nodded with a small smile, "so do I."

"I don't fear Remus. He was never aggressive toward anyone during his transformations with Wolfsbane Potion. I always found it courageous and honorable what you and James did for him when he was at Hogwarts. Not many would put aside a stigma to help a friend. I always will respect you both immensely for it. Also, becoming an animagus is not an easy feat."

Sirius was rarely taken off guard by anyone. She had not only complimented him but gave him the respect he had never received outside of his marauders. "Er- Thank you, Hermione." He managed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Remus is a great man. A bit of a sulker and loathing type, but very good. Inherently good, actually. We love him regardless of whatever his condition is."

Hermione beamed and nodded, "that is what this world needs. More of that bottled up and sold to everyone. Acceptance is a wildly outlandish term even now, but we must try."

He felt raw by their intimate conversation and Sirius was not a fan of feelings. "You must understand him then?"

She rubbed a spot on her arm and nodded, "I do. I also understand you and James. Harry went through plenty and we did our best to stay by his side, through the great and the grim."

Luckily Remus picked that time to come into the room after spying a moment or two. He wanted to give them the moment they needed to express themselves but also was incredibly touched by what they were talking about. This young witch he did not know from much else was so very understanding, it struck a chord. "I am starving!" The werewolf exclaimed and brought them out of the moment.

"What are we doing exactly? I prefer to stay in bed and lick the sweat off of some witch, personally." Sirius jested and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Clothing and then over to the Burrow." Hermione murmured and turned back to her paper.

"I should see about getting my vault. Do the whole blood typing spell to confirm I am a Black. Then I can buy you some cute dresses meant for those wealthy witches that don't put out. Merlin knows you would look incredible in a backless dress." Sirius baited and Remus cleared his throat.

"You're pushing it, Pads," the werewolf grumbled and Hermione flicked her wand swiftly.

Sirius's plate flew to his face and the rest of his breakfast landed on his face, chest, and lap. "Oi! Witch!"

Hermione grinned and nodded, "that is suited for you, Mr. Black."

Remus tried his best not to chuckle at the humiliated animagus, but Sirius glared at him. "You may be silent about it, but I know you agree with me, Moony."

"Touché, Padfoot, but I am not the one who verbalized it."

Hermione groaned and placed her fork on her plate, "this has been a bizarre morning."

"It is only flying high from here, love," Sirius said with a grin and they finished their breakfast.