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Hermione was just done in the bathroom, wringing out her hair, until she saw her picture poking out of her book. Smiling slightly, she tucked it back in, until she saw a scrawled handwriting next to Harry's.

It read: It's weird- he has Evan's eyes. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"I wonder who could have written that," she murmured, smiling.

"Psst!" a voice behind Hermione said. Stephan and her were walking together to Herbology, where Sirius was off in the distance, giving him the stink eye. Hermione looked over her shoulder. It was that Ravenclaw girl that kept on giving her strange looks. Hermione stopped walking and went behind the pillar to talk with the girl.

"Yes?" she asked, kindly.

"Don't trust him," she whispered, quickly.

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, confused.

"He did the same thing to me. He won't stop. I let him get too far, and then it was too late."

"I'm sorry- what are we talking about?"

"He said he would hunt me down if I told anyone," she said, tears gathering in her eyes.

"Who's he-"

"He said he would hurt me. I couldn't tell anyone, but that was a year ago. I had to warn you," she whispered, still.

"'Mione?" Stephan asked. The girl squeaked and slid away, out of sight.

"Sorry. I dropped my things," Hermione made up.

"Okay. Let's go, now."

-oOo-

"Well, someone's happy," Lily said with a smile on her face.

Hermione's eyes gleamed. "Stephan told me to meet him near the library at nine o'clock," she squealed, excited. And Hermione doesn't squeal.

"Aw, that's so cute! You guys are perfect for each other!"

"I know! He's so gentle and sweet!"

"Really, you girls don't need to talk about me all the time," Sirius joked, sitting down in an armchair next to them. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"We weren't talking about you. We were talking about how Hermione and Steph are finally going somewhere where they'll be alone!" Lily said, just as excited as Hermione.

"I'm telling you, there's something off about that bloke," Sirius said.

"Oh, you're just jealous, aren't you, Black?" Lily teased.

"No I'm not! I'm just being protective! I'm not jealous!" he protested as Hermione laughed.

"What? I'm not jealous! I'm not!"

"Okay, Sirius. You're not jealous. You should really be with Remus," Hermione said. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"So you can leave me alone. I'm going to get ready," Hermione fussed, embarrassed about her 'slip'. Hermione rushed out of her chair and raced up to the girl's dormitory. As Hermione got dressed, she looked out the window, where a great, full moon shone.

"Steph, why are we up here?" Hermione asked as he pulled her into the Owlery. He grinned at her, but it wasn't the gentle, cute grin that she was used to receiving. It was odd and disfigured, and it made him look creepy.

"I just wanted a place where nobody would interrupt us," he said, his strange grin growing wider. Hermione looked at him, worried.

"Steph, are you okay-" but Hermione was cut off, for at that moment, Stephan had grabbed her. He forced around to brace her back, so she couldn't move. His other hand, he used to secure the back of her face in place, to make sure she couldn't turn her head.

"Step-" Hermione started angrily, but was cut off again. Stephan had smashed his lips to hers. It wasn't like the time in the book store, but it was hard. It even hurt.

"Hmmppphhhh!" she exclaimed, eyes wide, but he kept her secured to that spot. Hermione could feel his tongue trying to force her mouth open, but Hermione refused to open her mouth, and kept her lips shut. Hermione tried to use her hands to push against his chest, away from him, but it didn't work. He kept a firm grip on her back. Steph used his own lips to force Hermione's open, and easily slid his tongue in. Hermione did a little scream, and used all of her force to attempt to push him away.

Hermione tried a simple wandless and wordless stinging hex, but it wouldn't come. Even with Hermione's often and frequent squeaks and screams, Stephan wouldn't let her go. Hermione could feel tears pouring down her face. Hermione thought that she would just wait it out, until he did one thing that really made her explode. He slipped his hand under her shirt and tried to un-hook her bra. Hermione let all of her fury and confusion out; she kneed him where a man should never be kneed- and she did it hard. As soon as Stephan fell to the ground, moaning,

Hermione turned and sprinted. She ran as far as her feet would carry her; out of the Owlery down the corridors, and into the outside corridors. Hermione pushed open the doors to the small school yard, a short cut to the common room. She finally let a breath out when she shut the doors. Hermione huffed and puffed for a moment, then she slid down the wall onto the cold, concrete ground. She put her head in her knees, and cried.

Between her sniffles, Hermione could here footsteps in the darkness. Hermione didn't lift her head; it was probably that creeper Slytherin Head Boy. Then Hermione heard a growl from in the distance. Hermione then remembered three things: 1, That she was not in a school yard, but in fact in the field with the Whomping Willow, 2, She had locked herself out, and 3, It was full moon. Hermione slowly lifted up her head, and saw a magnificent stag. He raised his large head, and shook, like indicating her to run. To it's right, was a large black dog. In stayed anchored in it's spot, dog eyes wide with fear. Then, Hermione saw what must have been Remus. He stepped out from behind the Whomping willow. His yellow eyes caught a hold of Hermione. Remus the werewolf stopped short, frozen. Then he pounced.

Hermione shot up and ran again. She twisted in and out of the outside corridors, her breath making smoke. She took a right, a left, another right, then kept on going straight. Hermione legs felt like they were slowly turning into jello, but Hermione kept on sprinting. That was, until she tripped on a chip in the concrete.

Hermione flew about seven feet forward until she landed on the ground. She heard a sickening crunch that said that something was broken. Hermione also felt blood oozing out of a cut in her head; her cut from the time Sirius had pushed her opened. Hermione struggled to get back up, but as soon as she tried to hoist herself up, she cried out in pain and fell back to the ground. It was her left wrist. Hermione could hear the scraping of claws behind her, and in desperation, Hermione tried to get her wand out of her pocket, and finally was able to squeeze it out when Remus was feet away from her face, already in the air.

Hermione didn't know what spell in particular she used, but it was a brilliant shade of pink. It blasted Remus away, and throwing him on the ground. Hermione winced as she saw him land there with a thud. Hermione wasn't sure whether to go over there and help Remus, or stay there, in case Remus got up and tried to attack her again. Hermione also wasn't very sure on whether she had done the right thing or not. Hermione heard the footfalls of pads and hooves, and as Hermione expected, she saw a stag and a dog sprinting towards them. What Hermione knew was James stayed in stag form, confused, but Sirius changed immediately and rushed out to Hermione.

"Hermione!" he cried. He ran over to her side and knelt down, and he put her head in his lap.

"Don't look at me, you idiot! I think I hurt Remus!" she screamed. Hermione didn't care that she had just given away that she knew Remus was a werewolf, but she didn't care. She pointed at the fallen werewolf, but it was no longer a werewolf. James the stag, normal Sirius, and hurt Hermione looked in shock as Remus the werewolf slowly changed, slowly into a human. The spell seemed to have not only ward off the werewolf, but banish it completely. James changed from his stag form to human, but staggered back as Remus groaned and tried to stand up.
Remus grabbed hold of the wall to hoist himself up. He looked down at his hands, and his eyes popped. He flipped them over, making sure that he was human, and looked up to see if his friends were watching, excitement spreading over his face. Just as quickly as it came, the happiness drained out of his face as he saw Hermione's bleeding head in Sirius' lap, and Hermione cradling her broken wrist. He ran forward, as well as James.

"Hermione- I'm so sorry-" Remus rasped, but Hermione weakly held up a hand, indicating him to stop.

"Just- please- Someone take me up to, t-to the hospital wing. James, y-you should stay, stay here with Remus in case he transforms again."

Hermione stuttered, head spinning. All three of them were too shocked to ask how she knew this information, and how she didn't seem shocked how James and Sirius transformed. Sirius, nodded, white faced, and picked up Hermione in his arms. That's when it all went black.

"Hermione?" a voice said from the darkness.

Hermione didn't respond. She felt like her mouth was sealed shut, and her head felt like as if someone had forced a hatchet into it. Even if she wanted to respond, she would fail.

"She's not awake yet, Black," what must have been Madam Pomfrey told him. Hermione heard a groan.

"Can I just sit next to her, then?" he whined.

"Fine, fine. Just don't touch her head."

Hermione heard footsteps, and a door closing. As soon as the door closed, what must have been Sirius pulled a chair up and sat next to her.

Sirius didn't hesitate to hold Hermione's hand in his, just as Stephan had did.

Stephan. Hermione's insides told her that they wanted to be on the outside, it hurt so much. He seemed like such an innocent, sweet Ravenclaw boy. Then the next moment, he was trying to, well, you-know-what. Sirius began rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.
Hermione let out a little scream-cry, but without opening her mouth. Sirius stopped.

"Hermione? It's okay," he murmured in her ear. Hermione shook her head slowly.

"Stephan, Stephan, Stephan-" she muttered, eyes closed. She felt Sirius' grip on her hand tighten, then he let go.

"I can get him for you, if you want-" he started, defeated.

"NO!" she screamed, and her eyes shot open. Sirius looked down at her, worry and confusion on his face. Hermione snatched for his hand, and squeezed it. Sirius looked shocked, but sat down again, not sure whether to be pleased or not.

"No," she muttered, before closing her eyes again and crying.

"'Mione, what's wrong?" Sirius asked. Hermione shook her head, tears seeping into her mouth.

"You're going have to tell me, 'Mione," he said, worry in his voice.

"He wouldn't let me go, I asked him to stop, I screamed, and I fought, but he- he- he just kept on going, he wouldn't stop, and it hurt-"

"WHAT?" Sirius exclaimed. His face went bright red with fury, and his his narrowed to slits. He stood up, storming over to the door.

"No- no- Sirius, not that, but he almost did," she cried out. Sirius stopped, back still to her, but he reluctantly turned back.

"He just didn't stop kissing me. It sounds silly, but it was scary," Hermione whispered.

Sirius nodded, stiffly.

"And then I did you-know-what in the you-know-where, and he crumpled over like a rag doll. Then I ran. I thought I was in the courtyard, but I was actually in the field with the Whomping Willow. I saw you and James first, and then I saw Remus. I ran, and... Well, you know what happens after that," she ended in a whisper.

Sirius looked at her, appalled.

"How did you know-" he started, but stopped at the pained expression on her face.

"Not now, Sirius. Some other time."

Sirius looked like he was going to interrupt, but thought the better of it. Instead, he started to rant on about Stephan.

"I knew there was something bad about that guy, I just knew it. That's why I followed you, because he seemed weird. He always looked at you like you were a piece of ham, and he was a dog."

"No, you're the dog," Hermione giggled, deciding that this was okay to say, since she already admitted that she knew about them already.

Sirius, shook his head, smiling slightly. "I must know how you know all of this."

"You will, probably. Eventually."

"How long is eventually?" Sirius groaned, inpatient.

"Until I feel close enough to you that I won't feel bad about giving you a heart attack."

Sirius rolled his eyes, grinning wider.

"Hermione, you're sick. I don't see why you want me to bring you our homework everyday," Sirius grumbled as he tipped three textbooks, several rolls of parchment, and quills onto her bed.

"First off, I'm not sick. My left wrist is broken, and I write with my right. I'm fine. How else will I keep up?" Hermione fretted. Despite being set back in time, she still cared about her grades. If what Dumbledore said was true, and there was no going back, then she would have to work just as hard as she did in her time. Sirius began doodling on a spare piece of parchment. Hermione looked at it and scoffed. Sirius heard.

"Hey! That hurt my feelings," he said, pretending to pout.

"It's not even all that good."

"Oh yeah? Let's see you draw something better, right now, Herman!"

"What happened to 'Mione'?" Hermione protested as Sirius laughed.

"So," he said, after he stopped laughing.

"So, what?" she asked, gazing at her assignment.

"Let's talk."

"We are talking."

"Not that, dummy. I mean about your secret knowledge. This time, you can't use your sickness-"

"-Broken leg-"

"-Whatever, as an excuse. I mean, you're doing your bloody homework!"

Hermione swallowed. She nodded, curtly. "I'll answer three questions. But that's all."

Author's Note: Oh my gosh! 14 reviews?! I only uploaded five chapters! *Gasp!* Just kidding, but really! I love you guys! That drawing thing was for Divergent-Slytherin-Victor. I hope that made you happy! If you feel like Sirius should ask a certain question, put it in a review and I'll probably include it. If for some AWESOME reason, there's more than three questions, I shall pick. I was having a really bad day and the reviews made me feel so much better! I was smiling like an idiot. !Thanks, guys! :P