In Perpetuum [Harry Potter]

COMPLETED: Harry Potter Fanfiction. Hermione is sent back in time to the Marauder's Era. What will happen when she does not have Harry around to provide information and clues about Voldemort? Some Lily/James, Remus/OC.


32. Postremo




Hermione had had her eyes on Sirius almost the entire evening, well at least since they had come back from dinner. It was absolutely doing her head in, on top of everything else.

Gathering up her Gryffindor courage, she stood up from her own pile of incomplete homework, to join Sirius with his considerably larger pile of incomplete homework.

"Sirius?" she said rather timidly.

Sirius looked up in surprise.

"Sirius, can I talk to you for a second?"

Sirius instantly paled. He had no clue about what this conversation could possibly be about. A horde of potentially terrible things skidded through his mind ranging from help with homework, to breaking up. However, he thought the homework one very unlikely. It was usually the other way around with them.

"Sure," he said, getting up to move to a more private spot. Whatever she wanted to talk about, he didn't want the rest of the school to know during breakfast the next day. Hermione suggested that they move outside the common room to speak, perhaps they could go for a walk.

"But it is past curfew," said Sirius, "I don't fancy a detention for breaking rules unless we break them properly."

He rubbed his hands together gleefully at all the possibilities this presented, however, he immediately stopped when he saw the withering look that Hermione was giving him.

"We won't go far."

Her demeanour changed very quickly from a look of annoyance, to a look of nervousness, as though she was unsure of how to proceed.

They stepped out the portrait hole and into a small, moonlit alcove nearby.

Hermione took in the warm air with one shaky breath.

"Sirius... I want to apologise for how I treated you the other day."

Sirius had the expression of a stunned mullet. He had not been expecting an apology! Hermione continued despite his expression. He did not know if this was because she was too nervous to notice, or was choosing to ignore it for reasons of his own volition.

"I was distracted and angry, and a whole lot of other things, but that was no excuse for the way I fobbed you off as if you were nothing. I'm sorry."

Sirius had listened patiently until he was sure that she was finished, before he pulled her into a fierce hug.

"You don't have to be sorry for anything-"

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Sirius cut her off quickly.

"But if it will make you feel better, I will accept your apology. I love you Hermione, I just want to know what was going on inside that intelligent brain of yours."

Sirius had not meant to reveal that much information about his feelings, especially like this. He wanted it to be more romantic, with flowers and beautiful music playing, and food they both enjoyed. Not at the tail end of an argument.

Judging by the stunned expression on Hermione's face, she had not expected it either, but she recovered reasonably quickly.

"Really, Sirius? Do you really love me?"

Sirius quickly masked his horror at himself, and plastered a genuine smile across his face.

"Yes, Hermione. I do love you, more than you could possible know."

"Good," replied Hermione, "Because I love you too."

Now it was Sirius' turn to be utterly gobsmacked. He thought that this would be the last thing that she would say after the other day, even if she was apologising for it. His heart lifted at the cheeky grin he saw before he pulled her in for a kiss.

This kiss was, by far, the best that they had ever shared. Better than their first kiss at the Halloween Ball, better than the one at Christmas. It was certainly better than the few stolen kisses when they shared a bed over the Christmas break. It was like Birthdays, Christmas' and New Years all mixed into one and multiplied by a million.

Hermione could feel Sirius' hands on the small of her back as she lifted her own hands to pull his face closer to hers.

Finally they broke apart for air, their foreheads resting on one another's.

"That was amazing," panted Hermione.

"No," replied Sirius, "you are."

Hermione thanked the stars that it was night time, but Sirius mentioned that he could still see her blush by the moonlight. This, of course, caused Hermione to turn an even more noticeable shade of pink.

Each of them, enjoying their newfound sense of peace, decided to stay out a little longer, rather than venture back into the over-crowded and stuffy common room. It was a beautiful spring night, but being after curfew, there was no one about, and they wanted to take advantage of it.


"Where have you been?" a sleepy voice inquired, that Hermione recognised to be Alice's.

"Nowhere," said Hermione trying as hard as she could to grope around for her pyjamas in the dark.

"Oh for goodness sake! Just light your wand and stop thrashing around like a gorilla," came a disgruntled Lily's 'whisper', which actually carried from one end of the dorm to the other. Hermione could hear her friend's head thump back onto the pillow as she tried to go back to sleep.

'Luckily I haven't woken the others,' thought Hermione, however, just as she had thought that she trod on Boo's tail. It had been sticking out from where he had been sleeping under her bed.

Boo let out an almighty screech and ran the entire length of the dorm, through the door to the bathroom at the other end. Lights flicked on throughout the dorm and several wands were drawn.

"I swear to Merlin, Hermione, if that stupid brother of yours and his friends don't kill you with pranks one day, I will. What in the name of Merlin are you doing coming in at-" Heloise glanced at her watch, "-two in the morning? Two o'clock, Hermione! Just because you can achieve 100% in your schoolwork without trying, does not mean that the rest of us are able to do that if we don't get any sleep!"

"Sorry," mumbled Hermione sheepishly.

"Sorry does not explain why you were out at 2am," said yet another voice. This time it was Estrella.

Great, now everyone was clamouring to know where she had been. Hermione sat down on her bed slowly, facing the other girls.

"I decided to go for a walk," said Hermione, knowing deep down that that in itself was not going to convince anyone, even in their tired state.

"I assume you were not alone," said Heloise saucily, only to be shushed by Estrella.

"No, I was not alone, I was with Sirius."

Hermione's reply was met with a lot of giggling and 'oooohhs'. She rolled her eyes at them.

"I invited him out because I wanted to apologise about something I said to him the other day."

"What did you say?"

"Never mind what she said, what did he say?"

"He told me that he loved me."

Hermione was met by several gaping mouths.

"He didn't?" said Alice, awestruck, "I've been with Frank longer than you have been with Sirius, and he's never said anything even close to that."

Hermione grinned before getting the last of her things together so that she could get to bed.

"I guess that I just got lucky."


Several days after Sirius and Hermione had declared their love for one another, it was time to celebrate Remus' birthday.

The Marauder's had decided that this year, out of the goodness of their hearts, they would throw a party for the whole of Gryffindor in the common room in celebration of the special event.

Now that they had the Marauder's map, they were able to successfully sneak out of the castle via one of the many passageways, and visit Hogsmeade for supplies.

The whole procedure took several days to complete, to ensure that no one would be without food or drink at the party. Remus, knew about the party, but was forbidden to lift a finger to help with the preparations. He spent much of those few days protesting, saying that he did not want such an extravagant event. Hermione had spent those few days trying to convince him that he was indeed, worth it.

Despite the fact that he had opened-up a tad, personality wise, he was still a naturally shy person and he did not want all that attention lavished upon him.


The day of the party arrived soon enough.

All the chairs and tables had been pushed out of the way and a large group of students were dancing to the middle of the common room to music that James had charmed to come out of several speakers.

All manner of food and drink were being passed around, and everyone was having the time of their lives. Even Remus was having a great time, despite the fact that he was participating in an academic conversation with one of the fifth-year prefects about the best way to create a spell-check quill that would fool the charms placed on their exam papers.

Hermione was sitting on Sirius' lap and enjoying the festivities from her vantage point. She reluctantly extracted herself from the arms of her boyfriend where he had been intermittently kissing the various parts of her body that he had access to.

She had seen James in a chair off to the side, away from everyone else. It was not like him to shy away from attention, especially after all the effort he had put in, during the past few days. So, being a loving and caring sister, she went over to go and see what could be wrong.

Hermione pulled up to the side of the arm chair. She noticed the parchment that he had lying in his lap.

"What are you doing? Why are you just staring at the map, especially here, where everyone can see?"

"No reason," replied James in a slightly dreamy voice.

Hermione mentally drew a line from his eyes to the parchment. She shook her head at how pathetic it really was.

He was gazing forlornly at the name 'L. Evans'.

"Oh for goodness sake!" she cried out, startling a couple of first years who were sitting nearby.

Hermione plonked herself down on the squishy armrest of the chair.

"Listen to me very carefully. It's time for a little bit of sisterly advice," she told her brother in frustration, "If you stopped being such an arrogant prat towards the other students, especially Severus, maybe Lily would go out with you."

"We aren't that bad to old Snivellus!"

"His name is Severus and you covered his face in boils the other day! It spelled out 'King of Grease'! That's not to mention the toad you dropped in his cauldron during potions, you replaced the cream in his biscuits with toothpaste before offering one to him AND you painted the ends of all his quills with clear nail varnish so that none of them would work. That's only what has happened since last week!"

"Oh," was all that James could reply with, "Well, when you put it that way..."

Hermione got up off the side of the chair with a flounce and marched herself back over to Sirius, leaving James alone with his thoughts.

Should he feel hopeful that it would take relatively little effort to win over his Lily-Petal once and for all, or mad that his sister had essentially called him an arrogant prat?

Shaking his head, he went back to staring at the 'L. Evans' on the map once more.

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