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"Night, Moony," Hermione muttered.
"Night, Herman," Remus snickered. Hermione groaned.
"Sirius told you?"
"Yep."
"Shut it. I'm tired."
"Shutting up."
Hermione brushed a lock of her hair away from her face as she looked down at her Potions essay she had to complete. She had started over an hour ago, and she was almost finished; it was on Polyjuice potion. Hermione grinned slightly at the memories of her second year.
"Hey, Herman," Sirius said, coming up behind her in surprise. Hermione, shocked, jumped. Unfortunately, she was holding her ink jar at the moment, and it splattered onto her old Weasley sweater.
"Sirius, you arse!" she screamed as Sirius threw his head back and laughed. Hermione, wearing a lilac long-sleeved shirt underneath, quickly took her sweater off. Hermione groaned as she saw the large black spot on one of her favorite shirts. Sirius was still laughing as Hermione scowled.
"You're such a pain in the ass," she muttered as he was snickering.
"I know. That's my life's purpose," he grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I'm going upstairs to change," she mumbled.
"It's fine, you can take your shirt off here," Sirius yelled after her as she raced up the stairs.
"Stuff a sock in it, you perv!" Hermione shouted, flushing.
About five minutes later, Hermione wore the only thing that wasn't dirty- a v-neck bright pink shirt that Madam Rosmerta had bought her. Hermione thanked her for the clothes, but must of the clothing was a bit too much for Hermione. Hermione flushed as she looked at herself in the mirror: The v-neck was so low that it was embarrassing.
"Like the change, Alden," Sirius said, staring at her as she came down. Hermione huffed and returned to her table were she was quietly doing her project.
"Go away, Sirius," Hermione said tiredly.
"No."
"Sirius, you're invading my personal space," Hermione said uncomfortably as Sirius inched closer to her.
"I know," he said brightly.
Hermione lifted both of her legs off of the floor (She was sitting in her chair) and kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could. Sirius landed on his butt as Hermione giggled.
"You love to injure, don't you?" Sirius mumbled as he got up, wincing as he touched his stomach.
"I like to think of it as a past-time, yes," Hermione said in an amused tone as she scooted her chair back to the table. Sirius was thinking of a retort when James walked in.
"Remus is still a horny bastard, then, I take it?" he said, settling down on the couch.
"Yep," Hermione said, scribbling on her parchment. "What's all of this about a third-year?"
James sniggered. "Remus nearly got to second base with a thirteen-year-old. Luckily, the girl knew some pretty good hexes. Remus had a bump the size of an egg on his head for a month."
Hermione raised her eyebrows, but not looking up from her parchment. "Second base? Wow, that poor girl."
"Not really. She's a fourth year now, and she's run through nearly half as many boyfriends as Sirius had girlfriends. That's saying something."
"Hey!" Sirius protested. James' eyebrows soared.
"You usually are proud."
"Not!"
"Yeah, you are-"
"I give up!" Hermione exclaimed, slamming her Potions book down on the table with such force that it made Sirius jump. "I can't get any work done with you idiot's bickering! I'm going upstairs!" Hermione gathered her stuff, and stormed upstairs.
...oOo...
"What's with the change?" James asked as Hermione stomped up the stairs.
"There is no change," Sirius snapped. James rolled his eyes.
"Tell me, Sirius, why haven't you gone out with anyone this year?"
"Because- because-"
"'Cause you like Hermione?"
"No! Because I've already gone out with every other girl."
"I can think of ten."
"Really? Prove it."
"Amy Dawn, Tilly Rae Turner, Cassandra Heard, Raven Monroe, Sara Bells, Kate Thomas-"
"Okay, I get it!"
"Do you like Hermione?"
"No."
"Yeah, you do."
"As a friend."
"Uh-huh." James traced a heart in the air with two index fingers, and mouthed the word, "Love."
"Nuh-uh," Sirius mumbled, looking down.
"Ha!" James exclaimed, poking a finger into his chest. "You love Hermione!"
"Shut up, you prat-"
"Sirius loves Hermione! Sirius luuurrrrvees Hermione!"
"Shut it, she'll hear-"
"Siri and Herman sitting in a tree, KAY-EYE-ESS-ESS-EYE-EN-GEE!"
"Prongs, stop shouting-"
"FIRST COMES LOVE-"
"Stop it!"
"THEN COMES MARRIAGE-"
"Shut up, Prongs!"
"THEN COMES A BABY IN A BABY CARRIAGE!"
"Shut it, down there!" a voice yelled from upstairs. James grinned at Sirius wildly, who was actually red.
"Aw! You're all red!"
"Am not!"
"Red from all the love."
"Shut up."
"It's obvious when you're in love when you're only comeback is, 'Shut up.'"
"Shut up!"
"You just proved my point!"
"Did not."
"You were worried about her hearing. Worried that she might not feel the same way?"
"Why would she?" Sirius yelled, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.
"Handsome young lads like ourselves, bound to attract the woman-"
"Why do you always bring yourself into this?"
"-And we're smart, too! That's what she is!" James said, ignoring him.
"What?"
"Smart and pretty, of course."
"She's always going on about how annoying I am!"
"And that's evidence that she likes you, almost."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Usually, them telling you that you're annoying is just a cover-up for all of the love held up inside."
Sirius was silent.
"Padfoot, I haven't seen you like this since- er, ever. It's a new experience!"
"What's a new experience?"
"To see my best mate in love!" James said proudly, clapping him hard on the back. "And when Evans agrees to go out with me, which she will, we can get married at the same church and dress our kids up in matching costumes for Halloween!"
"Whoa, Prongs. You're beginning to sound like a girl here."
"Not! I'm just happy."
"You're always happy. Especially when you have firewhiskey."
"Speaking of which, I'm throwing a party for this new-found love!"
"No!"
"Nobody has to know what the party's for, Pads. We're just going to have one. I call getting the firewhiskey."
"Er- I'll get the usual," Sirius said, finally getting his act together. "When shall we throw it?"
"Let's see... What about tomorrow?"
"Sure. A galleon says that I can beat you to Honeyduke's cellar."
"You're on, dog breath."
"Don't get your antlers in a twist."
...oOo...
"Come on, Remus! We've got the firewhiskey and everything!" James tried to sneak Remus away from the hospital wing the next night. Sirius was getting the party started, and Peter was trying to get everyone out of their dormitories.
"No! Not after what I did to that girl!" Remus protested.
"There are chocolate frogs."
Remus' eyes widened. "Really?"
"Really. And Hermione's about to eat all of them. Come on."
James tried to ignore how Remus' eyes flashed yellow at the mention of a girl, but his mind quickly settled on chocolate. He was about to get up until he sat down again on the bed.
"No," Remus said shortly. James sighed. He had hoped he didn't have to do this. James took out his wand and put a blindfold on Remus.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, trying to get it off.
"C'mon, there's even some muggle candy that Hermione managed to get somehow, it's called- Red Wine-?"
"Red Vines!"
"What?"
"Red Vines!" Remus repeated. "My dad used to bring them home from work! Let's go!" Remus jumped off of the bed, and walked blind-folded into another bed. James chuckled.
"Yeah. That's not going to work. Just follow my voice. We figured that you only will go girl-hunting if you can see them. If we have you blind-folded, then we can still put a firewhiskey bong in your mouth, and no girls will distract you."
Remus groaned, but he followed, sneaking past Madam Pomfrey's office.
James started to hum the theme song of a wizarding spy movie they saw earlier in the year, Wizard Impossible.
"Shut it, will you? That song isn't even all that good," Remus muttered. James scoffed.
"That's a bit rich of you, Moony. You can't sing. Everyone knows that."
"Shut up," he muttered, nearly walking into a wall.
They had arrived at the Gryffindor common room, and they could already hear the voices from inside.
"Quidditch," James said to the Fat Lady.
"Don't get too drunk, dear," she said as she opened op.
When they got in, the party was in full swing. There were people crowd surfing (Some against their will) and others chugging down butterbeer. Streamers were everywhere, and the floor was littered with trash. James smiled; everything was going as planned. James didn't even notice Remus running off, blindly, trying to yank his blind-fold off, and running into both animate and inanimate objects.
...oOo...
Hermione sat in the back of the stupid party, sitting in a armchair she had pulled over and reading a book. Lily had insisted on her wearing something more, 'pop', even though they weren't close friends. Well, not as close as Hermione and Cassandra. So Hermione wore a dark green tank top and white jeans. The tank top made her feel violated. Hermione put her foot down when another girl from her dormitory, Tilly Rae Turner, insisted her to use makeup. Hermione reluctantly put on some lip gloss, a bit of mascara, and eye-liner. After Hermione wiped off what looked too 'much', she went downstairs. After about five minutes, Hermione just gave up on talking to people (Girls were too busy looking at guys, and every guy she talked to wouldn't look her in the eye for two reasons). She just dragged an unused armchair and got out her book.
Hermione took a large pack of Red Vines from the snack table, but that was all. So she sat there, eating her Red Vines, and reading her book on destiny. She looked up when someone literally sprinted into her chair. Hermione looked up, agitated, but then saw who it was.
"Remus!" she said. "Why have you got a blind-fold on?"
"Take it off," he said. Hermione did so with a wave of her wand. He immediately looked down and saw the Red Vines. He took a handful.
"Hey!" Hermione exclaimed. Remus chuckled as he chewed on them. Then his brown-golden-whatever eyes landed on her. He stopped chewing, and swallowed.
Hermione jumped as she saw his eyes turn yellow, like a werewolf's. She just remembered that today was only day three: the last day of his weird disease thing. Hermione looked around for a sweater, trying to cover herself up, but there was none, so she just crossed her arms.
"Bye," she squeaked, and she tried to run up the girl's dormitories, but a cold, firm hand grabbed hold of her shoulder and held her back. Hermione kicked whatever what was behind her, but even the loud thud on Remus' shin did nothing. He was too strong from his werewolf problems. The cold hand spun her around, and Remus smashed his face to hers.
God Dammit! Not this again, she thought as he pushed her against a wall. Hermione felt very, very violated. It was almost like it was with Stephan, except Remus was far stronger. Hermione couldn't even move her shoulders as she whimpered. And just as Stephan had done, he tried to use his tongue. Hermione told herself that if he managed to get past her sealed lips, she would bite on it. He snaked his arm around her waist, and pulled her so that their bodies were pressing against each other so quickly that Hermione accidentally opened her lips in surprise. Hermione did an inward groan as he slipped his tongue in, and pressed it against hers. Hermione hoped that someone would just notice, something to distract Remus for a moment so that Hermione could escape.
Okay. Remus was very good-looking, and muscular, but Hermione felt very, very awkward. This was her future professor! She scanned the room with wide eyes, trying to catch someone's eye so that they would stop this madness. But seeing as many other people were also pressed against each other, everyone thought that things were going wonderfully for the two of them. Hermione attempted to knee Remus, but that didn't work, he was too strong. Every time Hermione thought she was close to slipping away, Remus would snarl and pull her closer. Remus was running his hand through his hair, and deepening the kiss by forcing her into the wall again. Hermione whimpered again, only to receive a growl. She managed to bring her arms forward to push against his chest, but he didn't budge. Hermione started kicking, punching, and inward screaming: she could barely breath. The screaming seemed to attract people, because the place got a bit quieter.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Hermione heard Sirius yell, and the sound of a glass dropping and shattering on the floor. Hermione tried to kick harder, and push against Remus' chest, and she screamed even more. This time, her actions and yelling were perfectly clear; people stepped forward to try and stop him. Many people didn't look surprised; this wasn't the first time Remus had strangely assaulted a young girl.
Remus seemed to gain his senses at Sirius' yell, though, because he finally released Hermione and pulled away. Hermione collapsed on the ground, regaining her breath. Someone to her right tried to pull her up, but Hermione quickly pulled herself up and ran up the stairs to the girl's dormitories.