A Secret is Meant to be Kept

When Ron lashes out at Hermione and gets them into a sticky situation, Hermione transports herself back in time. But the Marauders Era was a bit farther than she expected. She must figure out how to reverse the spell, deal with falling in love all over again and fight against some of the most notorious Death Eaters, who are inside the castle's walls. Not as intruders, but as classmates.


11. Clever Girl

Yet another year at the school of magic had passed by, all too fast for Hermione.  While she sometimes felt that she couldn’t wait to escape, she was nearing her third year with next to no clue how to return home.  She tore through several books, even a few from Professor Dumbledore’s personal library, but the type of magic Hermione had used was not something the professor had come into contact with before.


Hermione made her best attempt to anticipate what her summer would be like, but she switched gears and vowed not to let research get in the way of her fun.  She had begun to hope that when she returned to her own time, she could bring back her own stories of adventures with the Marauders.  She desperately wished to tell Harry of her time here, to give him the details of her firsthand experience with his parents.


“Come on, ‘Mione, we need a 4th player!” James moaned, attempting to coax Hermione out of her room.


“3rd,” Remus said, “I will not be partaking in this childish game,” he sighed.


“Oh whatever, Rems, perhaps if you took your nose out of those books and smelled the roses for once, you’d actually enjoy life,” James retorted.


“Oh, I suppose I can take a break,” Hermione said, hopping off her bed and following James out of the manor.


“What are you researching, Hermione?” Remus asked, sparking conversation from his genuine interest.


“Oh, it’s …” Hermione stuttered, attempting to come up with a quick lie.


“Boring,” James snickered.  “Today is a day of fun.  Seeing as I can convince neither of you to commit to a book-free summer break, I demand today of you,” he went on, using an authoritative tone.


As the trio reached the gardens, Hermione basked in the warm air, feeling reenergized by the rays beating down on her.  Catching sight of Sirius in the distance, Hermione eyed the bulky item he was carrying in his arms.  Nearing him, she noticed that it was simply a bucket full of water.


“What the devil are you boys playing?” Hermione asked, laughing.  Noticing James move behind a bush, Hermione became skeptical.  As he rose, carrying an identical bucket filled with water, Hermione froze.


“You wouldn’t,” she said, challenging them.  After a moment of dead silence, she ran as fast as her feet could carry her, screaming like a little schoolgirl.  Well, she was.  Reaching the edge of the thick woods that lined the property, Hermione turned her head for a slight moment, to see the boys nearing her.  However, years of running from snatchers, Death Eaters, and dangerous beasts, she had a small environmental advantage.  As James had nearly caught up to her, panting the whole way, he took his aim and decided to launch the water, only missing Hermione by a few yards.


“Missed me, missed me, betcha wanna kiss me!” Hermione taunted them.


“Where is my blasted wand?!” James shouted, realizing he had left behind his own way to replenish the bucket.


James flipped his bucket over in defeat, sat on it with a huff, and began to catch his breath.  Hermione continued to run but soon noticed that although Sirius remained on her trail, he had long forgotten his bucket.  Stumbling over a small tree root, Hermione fell to the ground, and spread out, laughing at her own clumsiness.  Sirius caught up a few moments after, and extended a hand out to her, pulling her back to her feet.


The two stood eye to eye for a moment, smiling until Sirius leaned in for a kiss.  His lips fell onto hers, bringing warmth to her entire body.  Caught off guard, Hermione jumped, causing Sirius to pull back.  Once again, staring into each other’s eyes, the pair looked rather confused.  Sirius ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled nervously.


“I, uh, guess you were right, ‘Mione,” he said, softly.


“‘Mione!” James bellowed in the distance.  “Sirius!”


The pair stepped away from each other, blushing.


“I suppose we better go find him,” Hermione said, almost as if she was in a trance.


“Yeah, we should,” Sirius said, as they began to walk towards the sound of James’ voice.  “But, if he asks, you just couldn’t take me on.  I outran you, but instead of pitying you, I drenched you instead,” he said, smirking.


“Ah, sensible, what with my dry clothes and all,” Hermione nodded.

“Clever girl,” Sirius remarked.  Reaching behind the tree where his bucket was concealed, he grabbed it and poured it right on Hermione’s head in one swift movement.  Looking at her shocked expression, he decided, “Yes, that makes much more sense.”


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