Hermione's Final Year

Title: Hermione’s Final Year
Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Rating: N17
Warnings: Smut driven plot

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Stifling a yawn, Hermione stepped out of her portrait hole to begin her 11pm rounds. The halls were dark and quiet as she walked slowly, cautiously. The only sound was her beating heart and even breaths.

The sound of slow footsteps behind her made Hermione stop and spin on her heel, wand drawn. But the hall was clear. Dark shadows lingered along the walls but none moved. Her eyes narrowed and she waited another moment before turning again and continuing her path.

A few paces forward and the sound of footsteps started again, slow deliberate, behind her. Hermione bit her lip and kept walking at the same pace. Who ever it was, he was defiantly following her, and by the fact that he was letting her hear his footsteps but not letting her see him, she decided that he was trying to scare her. She grinned; they really didn’t know who they were dealing with.

She spun on her heel again. “Reveal yourself,” she said sternly and stood still, hands on hips, waiting for her stalker to come out.

A deep chuckle filled her mind and seemed to dance sensuously around her, tickling her arms and bringing goose-bumps. “Hello Lolita.”

“Professor Snape?” Hermione strained her eyes but could see nothing but the shadows.

“Very good, my delectable know-it-all,” he stepped out of the shadows and began to walk towards her, taking his time, “I like your hair like that. Tied up nice and high so I can see your delicious neck.”

Hermione shook her head and backed up, “Professor? What are you doing?”

He stopped in front of her. “I would have thought that was obvious,” he muttered, his fingers curled around her arms and he deftly turned her and pushed her back, hard against the wall. “Did you have a nice day out with your two mutts?” he ground out

Her breath came in gasping pants as she stared up at him. Her body heated and her lower body tightened and pulsed at the raw need she saw in his eyes. “Yes … I … I had a very nice time, thank you,” she tried to keep her tone even but her voice shook all the same.

He sneered down at her and slowly caressed his long fingers over her waist, slipping them easily under her long sleeved shirt and closing his eyes to enjoy the silky softness of her flesh. “Feel so good, warm and soft and so damnably fuckable,” he muttered.

She bit her lip and arched under his touch, sweet shocks of lightning accompanying each caress of his long fingers. She heard him chuckle and felt the heat of his long, lithe body as he pressed it firmly against hers. His mouth took hers in a deep, languid kiss. Taking his time as though he wanted to explore her anew, and she parted her lips willingly.

Suddenly her head filled with those cold, callous words. “The silly whore was gagging for it … The silly whore was gagging for it … The silly whore was gagging for it.”

Hermione pushed him away. “No,” she gasped and impatiently wiped away a betraying tear as she took in his confused and angry expression.

“What? Not good enough now that I’m not in Black’s body any more?” he sneered but removed his hands and stepped back.

"No, but I'll only ever be a whore to you, Severus," she whispered brokenly, "And I deserve to be more to you than a hole to be filled."

"You were never a whore to me Hermione, I was confused and you had Black all over you"

“I can’t deny that,” she licked her lips and took a calming breath, “you hurt me, I thought that you … that we …” she shook her head and bit her lip.

“Hermione,” he gritted his teeth and seemed to be waging some kind of battle within himself before he looked at her again. “What I said, was meant to vex Black, it was not for your ears.”

He took a step forward and resting his hands on the wall either sides of her shoulders. He looked into her glittering brown eyes for a long moment before closing in to take her lips. His kiss was different this time, deeper more passionate and he groaned from deep in his chest when she fisted his robe at his waist and pulled him harder against her. A brisk night breeze drifted through the hall and went completely unnoticed by the two.

When he pulled back slightly to allow them a few gasping breaths, Hermione spoke raggedly through swollen lips, “Do … Do you even like me?”

He grinned and gave a half laugh through his own harsh breathing, “Do you like me?”

She was speechless. Desperately wanting to tell him how brilliant she thought he was how her feelings had slowly escalated over the years. But her silence seemed to answer his question.

“Then what the hell does it matter?” he sneered then searched the wall behind her and thumped the third brick to the left.

Hermione jumped, confused until the wall behind her opened up and she was pushed into a dark tunnel. The wall closed behind them and the floor began to move under their feet. The ramp picked up speed making Hermione grip onto Severus’ robes tighter as not to fall and he encircled her in his arms.

“What is this? Where are we going?”

“This, Miss Granger, is one secret passage that you will not find in your lover’s map.”

“Where does it go?” she breathed against his broad chest, her head spinning with the feeling of being in his arms.

“Somewhere a little more private then the hallway.” With a single finger he tipped up her face and took her lips again.

She hardly noticed that the ramp had stopped or that another door had opened leading into his office. He pushed her backwards into the room, his mouth assaulting hers over and over with wet, heated kisses. She tore impatiently at his robe and with a little help from him it dropped to the floor, to be joined by his shirt and her own.

His eyes dropped to her full, creamy breasts held in a lacy magenta bra, then down to her short tartan skirt. The look in his eyes was so full of dark, primal lust that she was almost afraid for a moment. But only a moment, as before she had time to dwell he was against her again, his mouth hot and severe on hers, his tongue sweeping deep, and his hands on the back of her thighs as he lifted her easily and wrapped her long legs around his waist.

He walked the three paces to the wide side of his specimen shelf and forced her back against it, pinning her with his weight and leaving his hands free to roam over her soft body. His kissed his way down her face and throat, over her shoulders then back up to her mouth, driven by her broken cries of passion and desire.

Hermione arched into his hands when he cupped her breasts and mewed loudly when he dragged his thumbs over her erect nipples.

“Did Black get to see this pathetic excuse for underwear today, Miss Granger?” he spoke roughly against her lips.

She shook her head, “No, only you … oh God … only you.”

With a distinctly demonic grin his flicked his eyes down to the painfully hard bulge in his pants. “Open them Miss Granger. Open them and free me so I can fuck you,” his grin widened as he watched his words arouse her further and he watched feverishly when she licked her lips and did as instructed, a loud gasp leaving her lips when his long, thick hardness sprung free.

There was a ripping sound and her panties fell to the floor, and with one long fluid motion he was inside. Her mouth opened wide with the perfect mix of pleasure and pain his girth provided and she watched his eyes shut tight and his teeth grit together in his effort to keep control. After one beat and another his eyes flickered open and she saw her own wanton need reflected in his black eyes.

With an animalistic growl he gripped her thighs, bruising them, and drew almost all the way out, before slamming forward again. He took her hard and fast against the shelf, each violent thrust jolting her against the wood and shaking the various jars he had stored. One fell to the floor and another releasing a strange smell and what ever disgusting specimens kept within.

“Your specimen Jars!” Hermione cried, even as thrusts caused her body to tighten and sing.

“Fuck the specimen jars, Miss Granger,” he growled into her ear and thrust harder, faster. “I keep them only to scare the students.” His rumbling chuckle sent her body soaring higher.

“Does …oh God yes!” she cried out before remembering her question, “Does it work?” Another crashed to the floor.

“Did they ever … Fuck, so tight … Keep you from sneaking in … So hot … to steal supplies from my cabinet?” The shelf rocked violently and three more jars fell. The creaking of the shelf and the smashing sound became background music.

Hermione laughed and gasped, “No.”

“Insufferable … disobedient … insolent …” Severus grunted each word with a deep, brutal thrust, and then. Hermione’s world exploded.

“Severus!” A single screamed word as her body climaxed and clamped down around his thick shaft. His name on her lips pulling him over the moon with her.

A long time after, he let her down and they straightened their clothes in silence. Hermione looked at the mess of broken jars and gross looking specimens, wrinkling her nose at the offensive odour.

“Can I, um, help you clean this up?” her voice was small and still rough from their earlier exertion.

“No, Miss Granger,” he spoke, his tone clipped and she knew that he was back to himself again. The angry, resentful Potions Master. “I think it would be best if you left now.”

Part of her wanted to argue, part of her wanted to scream at him to stop being such a prat. But instead she nodded resolutely, “Yes, Professor.”

~*~*~

Hermione stretched her arms out to the sides and shivered as the enchanted brush covered her body in the soft, bronzing Honey Dust. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She took a breath and giggled. “Smells nice though.”

She pulled on her school skirt and white blouse then her robe and inspected her reflection in the mirror. “A little too much sun over the weekend, it’ll fade in a day or so.” She said in mock explanation to whoever might ask why she was suddenly more tanned then before. Not that anyone would. Nearly no one ever noticed the mouthy book worm anyway. Hermione shrugged and headed down to the great hall.

The hall was filled with loud talk and laughter and the sounds of knives and forks and plates when she arrived. As quickly as she could she scuttled to the Gryffindor table and took her seat next to Harry. As she scooped a large portion of toast and bacon onto her plate, Harry spun around and placed a warm kiss on her cheek.

“Morning, Hermione,” he said with a wide grin which dropped to a more confused smirk as he sniffed the air around her. “What’s that perfume you’re wearing?” He licked his lips and his eyes widened. “Honey?” he grinned broadly and his face flushed as he looked her over and took in her slightly more bronzed appearance. “So that’s what Honey Dust is for. And did you have to brush it all over?”

She nodded and glared at him when he bit his lip while his shoulders shook.

Harry slung an arm over her shoulders and gave her a comforting squeeze, “Don’t worry, it’s only for one day, and I bet you’ve given the Ferret a nice healthy dose of torture in return.”

Hermione sniggered when she remembered her dare to Draco, “That I have Harry,” she gave him a devious grin, “trust me you’ll know it when you see it.”

Her friend laughed and squeezed her tighter. He placed a warm kiss on her cheek, and another, and another, when she felt his warm tongue on her cheek she squealed and jumped away.

“Harry!” Hermione jumped to her feet and threw him a scandalized glare.

“Sorry, Honey … uh … Hermione,” he laughed and pulled her back onto her seat. “Eat; you’ve missed enough meals this week,” he gave her a stern look then held up three fingers. “I won’t try any funny stuff, Wizard Scouts Honour.”

She sat down with a huff, “You were never a Wizard Scout,” but before she could argue more he pushed a piece of bacon between her lips.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” He placed a hand on her cheek and gave her a wide grin as he pushed a piece of toast into her mouth. “For Fibre,” he said with an innocent, butter-wouldn’t-melt smile, and then proceeded to lick his fingers his shoulders shaking again.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to her plate, totally oblivious to the three sets of eyes watching them from the head table. Ginny took Harry’s arm to draw back his attention and they chatted quietly as they ate. Ron arrived soon after and sat quietly at her side and quickly filled his place.

“Morning Ron,” she said with a bright smile, “I think we have a free space today together. You want to do something?”

“What like study or waste away in the library? Nope count me out,” Ron said around a piece of toast.

Hermione looked down and bit her lip, “Oh alright, sorry.” She was about to change the subject when Lavender placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed harder then was necessary.

“Ron and I already have plans, don’t we?” Lavender said in her sickly sweet voice, and he nodded tipping his face up for a kiss from her way too red lips, “Maybe you should find a boyfriend of your own to pester, Hermione.”

Hermione gritted her teeth but kept her voice calm, “I was just being friendly, and had no intention of being a pest.” She looked at Ron waiting for him to say something, anything. But he merely shrugged.

“It’s alright,” he muttered and went back to eating.

“Well …Well …” Hermione closed her eyes to calm the rising anger and frustration. A vision of Sirius swam in front of her and she felt herself smile and her frustration ebb.

“No, I want to stay.” Sirius smirked and kissed her lips. “I could get used to waking up next to you darlin’. And you are one amazing Fu…” she slapped a hand over his mouth and laughed as she blushed.

Hermione stood up and said. “Here, Lavender, why don’t you sit down?” She stood to the side with a friendly smile, “Next time you want to sit next to your boyfriend just ask.”

Still smiling Hermione picked up her books and headed out of the hall. Who could possibly be angry with a memory like that floating in their head, Hermione had no idea.

“What the hell is up with her?” Lavender sulked as she sat next to Ron, “Why is she so damn chipper all of a sudden?”

Ginny laughed and leaned across Harry, “Can’t you tell Vender?”

“Don’t call me Vender!” Lavender glared at her boyfriend’s sister, “And can’t I tell what?”

“She’s gettin’ some.”

“What?” Both Ron and Harry cried out, outraged at her allegation.

“Oh no she bloody isn’t!” Ron continued his face turning a deep red and dissolving his many freckles, “Hermione doesn’t…do that.”

Ginny nearly fell out of her chair as she almost screamed with laughter. “How blind are you two?” She got to her feet and collected her own books. “Believe me, Hermione has a man and what ever he’s doing,” she looked pointedly at Ron, “He’s doing it right.” Laughing again she kissed a rather disturbed looking Harry on the cheek and followed Hermione out of the Hall.

~*~*~

The first class of the day was Charms with Professor Raisier. Hermione kept her head down and walked fast past the various curious looks as the other students caught a whiff of the Honey Dust. She heard a lot of “Mmmm … what’s that?” and “New Perfume Miss Granger?” from the younger students. To which she smiled and nodded before quickly moving on through the halls.

Finally safe inside the classroom, she plopped herself into a chair near the back of the class and pulled out her Charms book and started to read.

“Hermione?”

She looked up to see her blonde haired professor standing over her and smiled, “Good morning Professor.”

“New perfume?” she asked in her sickly-sweet voice that seemed to be once again grating on Hermione’s nerves.

“Sort of. Did Rem–I mean, Professor Lupin tell you about the Head Girl and Boy tradition?”

“Oh! You have to wear a new perfume for a dare?”

“Um…No it’s Honey Dust. You know ground down, dried Honey powder.” She held up her arm to show her the bronze tone to her skin. “You brush it on, and if you were so inclined,” she shrugged and blushed, “you might have someone…lick it off.”

Professor Raisier flushed and her eyes bulged, “That’s not the dare is it!?”

“What! No…No if that were the dare, I swear Mr. Malfoy would be missing a very vital part of his anatomy.”

They were both laughing when the rest of the class filed in and the professor took her place at the front. Harry sat down next to Hermione. He leaned over as though to whisper in her ear and instead flicked out his tongue and taking a quick swipe at her jaw before sitting up straight again with a smug grin. Ignoring her stifled squeal

“I called Ron an “Arse” for you,” he muttered from the side of his mouth.

“Why?” she asked with a quick flick of her head.

“Because I should have done it a year ago. I should have been there for you, and I wasn‘t.”

“You had more important things on your mind; we both did, with Voldermort and everything. It was a long year. We fought side by side. You saved my life and I, yours. We’re even Harry.”

“Not the point.”

Professor Raisier raised her voice, starring directly at them both. “Is everything alright you two?” she raised a single brow, “Anything you wish to share with the rest of the class?”

“No Professor.” They answered together looking guilty, and she nodded giving them both a stern look before turning back to the board and continuing her lecture.

Hermione leaned over again, “What is the point?”

Harry leaned closer and took another swipe with his tongue over a point just behind her ear and grinned when she shivered. “You taste so sweet, Hermione.”

“Harry?” she hissed.

“I should have said that years ago, as well?” he winked at her and turned his attention back to the lecture, making all show of taking notes and listening intently.

~*~*~

The next class was DADA and so Harry and Hermione headed out together, both arriving early and taking their seats. Harry shifted closer, flicking a sly smile as she threw him a panicked look.

“Harry James Potter!” she hissed at him, “Stop this right now, you have a girlfriend, and we have been friends for over 6 years.”

“You smell so good, Hermione.”

“Harry …”

He leaned in and stroked his tongue over her sensitive earlobe. His throat rumbled and he chuckled when she trembled, “So fucking tasty.”

Hermione jumped as she felt his hand on her thigh and pushed him away just as Sirius walked in, books in hand.

“Everything alright?” Sirius looked back and forwards between the two. Harry sitting back in his chair one arm slung over the back of Hermione’s, a smug grin on his face, and Hermione looking flushed and guilty.

“Better then, Professor,” Harry said with a smirk.

“Um, it’s been an interesting morning,” Hermione replied, her voice shaking slightly to her annoyance and she straightened in her chair with a wiggle of her shoulders.

Sirius nodded and went to put his books on his desk. As he pulled out papers and sorted through his pile of books he started to sniff the air. After a moment of sorting and sniffing he lifted his head and his blue eyes fell on Hermione who immediately shivered under his gaze.

“New perfume, 'Mione?”

Harry laughed and Sirius looked at him questioningly. “It’s Honey Dust, Professor,” Harry answered for her. He dragged a single finger down her arm, his eyes glittering and his grin wicked. “Head to toe, this pretty thing is covered in it.”

Hermione saw Sirius’ jaw tighten as he watched Harry touching her and couldn’t help the thrill of excitement. “It’s just for one day, Professor,” Hermione threw in, “If you ask Professor Lupin he’ll explain it all.”

“Oh yeah,” Harry chuckled, “’Cause you’re not allowed to talk about it, right?” He teased curling a lock of her hair around his finger.

She nodded and glared at her bespectacled friend, “Harry, cut it out or … or …” She grinned suddenly, “Or I won’t give the remainder of my Honey Dust to Ginny.”

His eyes widened, “You have more?” He looked down for a moment, “You think she would?”

Hermione rolled her eyes and slapped his shoulder, “Well, that was a quick switch!” Shaking her head she glared at him. “You‘re as bad as bloody Ron, you make one more move on me and I‘ll tell Ginny so fast your head will spin.” Hermione stood up and moved her chair away from his with a loud bang that echoed around the classroom, “I deserve more respect and so does she.”

She looked up to see Sirius smirking down at his papers and was tempted to tell him to tell him exactly where he could stick that smirk.

Before they could argue any more, the other students arrived and took their places. A few of the girls paused; their eyes flickering, flirty smiles on their pink, pouty lips, “Good morning Professor Black,” they purred and flushed prettily when he gave them each his roguish grin.

“Morning Lavender, Veronica, Patty.”

“Well of course he would know their names!” Hermione silently fumed as she pulled out her book and notepad, a little too roughly, “Probably knows their underwear colour and measurements as well.”

Another part of her brain chuckled, “You know technically you have no right to be pissed at him for noticing other women, considering what you got up to last night.”

“Oh shut up,” she snapped silently at her logical inner voice and was pleased when it spoke no more.

Ron looked from Harry to Hermione curiously before sitting between them. None of them talked or even looked at each other as Sirius began his lecture on non spoken hexes. He spoke clearly and fluidly and walked around the class, his large hands expressing his words. Hermione took in his open black robe and leather pants. Damn she loved those pants. The way they hugged his long muscular legs…“Stop that,” she scolded herself.

She listened and took notes, answering questions and asking a few of her own, each time receiving an amused, knowing smile from their professor.

Finally Sirius called an end to the lecture and dismissed the class. Hermione quickly packed away her books and stood to see that the rest of the students were gone. Shaking her head she jumped to her feet and headed for the door only for it to slam shut in her face and lock.

“'Mione,” Sirius growled from behind her.

“Yes Professor Black?” she spoke to the door and clenched her fists, as she felt her body pulse and tighten. God how could her name on his lips turn her on so much?

“Turn around ‘Mione,” his voice was authoritative and demanding and her body responded with a tight shudder.

“No.”

He grabbed her arm and deftly pulled her to face him and in the same fluid movement he pushed her hard against the door and pinned her hands above her head. As he glared down at her, Hermione’s tongue flicked out to wet her dry lips and his eyes darkened at the little movement.

“Disobeying your professors now Miss Granger?” he growled in her ear, “I think you need to be punished my little book worm.”

Hermione moaned as his tongue licked along the shell of her ear, “Professor Black ... I …”

“Or perhaps you would prefer I call Snivellus down here to do it for me,” he said and then kicked her legs further apart, grinning wolfishly at her cracked cry as he situated himself between her thighs, forcing her to feel how painfully hard he was. “I have a heightened sense of smell, Angel, and I’ve been able to smell your soaking cunt for the last hour.” He thrust rhythmically against hot center, her mewing gasps driving him on and somehow making him even harder.

“Sirius!” she rotated her hips towards him, gyrating herself against him, “God, what are you doing to me?”

He flicked out his tongue to lick her bottom lip and she shuddered, parting her lips to welcome a deeper exploration. He kept his mouth there, just out of reach but close enough to let her feel his hot breath on her lips. With an impatient cry she arched closer, thrusting against his trapped hardness and bringing her mouth closer to his but not close enough. He chuckled and flicked his tongue against hers.

“Still want to be platonic friends, Angel?” he purred, “I know for a fact that those pathetic adolescents couldn’t even come close to making you scream the way I can. Can they?”

She shook her head vigorously, “No.”

He closed his eyes and thrust against her again, groaning in pleasured pain. Her mind reeled as she took in his hansom face, his lips parted to take in gasping breaths as he humped against her sending sweet thrills though her body with each thrust of his trapped desire. Her writs ached from where he had her pinned with his strong hands.

But just as fast as it had started it was over. Sirius pulled away suddenly and released her hands. With a flick of his wand the door unlocked and flew open.

“What …? What are you …?”

“I have a class arriving soon and you are going to be late for yours if you don’t hurry up.” He grinned wickedly and pushed her towards the door, “Goodbye Hermione.”

“But?” Hermione looked at him, flustered and flabbergasted at his actions, “You were … And I was … Did I do something wrong?”

With a feral growl he pulled her hard against him and hissed into her ear, “I have been on the edge of sanity for the past four days, desperate to feel your wet, tight cunt wrapped around my cock again.” At her gasping moan and widening eyes, he grinned and said, “Now it’s your turn.”

With a final chuckle he pushed her out the door and slammed it closed in her face. Hermione leaned against it, her forehead pressed hard into the rough wood and her breaths coming hard and fast. “Bastard,” she gasped and tried to control her raging body. Her hand splayed on the wood she pressed her lips together. “What are you doing to me?”

On the other side of the door, Sirius leaned against it as well; one hand splayed almost exactly where hers was on the other side. He gritted his teeth, “Vixen, what are you doing to me?”

~*~*~

Face flushed and hair disheveled, Hermione rushed down to the dungeon for Potions. She had been dreading seeing Professor Snape all morning and now she couldn’t quite remember why. She was covered in Honey Dust and her body was screaming to be relieved. Her best friend had just made a serious move on her and she was quickly falling for her two of her professors. What the bloody hell else could go wrong?

The second she entered the classroom she knew exactly why she had been dreading this. Hermione was greeted by Snape’s glare as she practically fell into the room. She stood still and bit her lip, waiting for him to start yelling, but he didn’t. Instead he told her to take her seat, his voice dangerously low, but that was all and she did as instructed.

“We are working on the Elixir of Forgiveness Miss Granger,” he said, his tone clipped and his almost-black eyes blazing into her eyes, “You will remain until you are finished. Instructions are on the board.”

“Yes Professor,” Hermione replied and immediately got to work.

Harry leaned towards her, “What happened? I thought you were right behind me.”

“I was … um … Professor Black held me up.”

But before Harry could question her further Draco suddenly stood up and cleared his throat loudly. Hermione gasped as she remembered her dare.

“Oh, no,” she squeaked.

“What?” Harry hissed at her, “What’s he doing?” his eyes lit up, “Is this his dare?”

Hermione cringed and suddenly wished that she could melt into the stool she was sitting on, “Don’t laugh, what ever you do, don’t laugh. Just look shocked.”

Harry looked at her as though he wanted to ask more questions but at that moment Draco began to sing, his eyes focused on the front of the room.

“On-ly youuuuu, can make this world seem right,” Draco’s voice cracked but was otherwise strong as he continued, his eyes glaring at the wall behind professor Snape, “Only you can make the darkness bright.”

Hermione sat completely still, one hand over her mouth and her eyes wide. Harry sat just as still, his face turning a dark angry red, his lips pressed together and seemed to making a series of strange grunting noises in his effort not to laugh. Draco continued to sing.

Snape’s face remained impassive but his eyes flashed angrily and his face turned at least five different colours as the platinum blond boy sang. Finally, the song came to an end and Draco turned and bowed to the class before sitting back on his stool, head bowed and returned to his work.

“Very impressive, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor Snape said between gritted teeth.

The class was deathly quiet as they finished their potions. A pin could have dropped and it would have sounded like an earthquake. Hermione worked fast and managed to finish at the same time as Harry, and when Snape called, “Class dismissed.” Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand and practically ran out the door, sprinted down the hall and lunged up the stairs two at a time till they reached the Great Hall.

All the way Harry was gasping out barks of mad laughter and the occasional, “Hermione … you … he … bloody hell …”

So desperate were they to get away from the dungeon and Snape’s inevitable wrath that they both barreled into Sirius and Remus who were talking in hushed tones near the head table.

“Hey, hey! What the bloody hell, Harry?” Sirius yelled and glared at them both.

“Sorry Sirius,” they both gasped while Remus helped him to his feet.

“What’s going on you two?” Remus looked from one to the other.

Harry gasped and almost fell into Sirius again, “Oh my god, you’re not going to believe it.” He laughed, a look of awe on his face as he gazed, misty eyed at Hermione. With a hoot he picked her up and spun her in his arms, still laughing as she slapped his arms.

“Harry!” she squealed as he spun her again, “You put me down this instant.”

Harry settled her on her feet only to drop his head onto her shoulder shuddering with laughter again.

“For the love of …” Sirius ripped Harry away from her and held him by his collar, “Harry will you just tell us what happened already.”

Harry stood back and grinned proudly at his favourite muggle born, “Hermione Jane Granger. If my father were alive he would drop to your feet and worship you for the beautiful goddess you are.” He looked at the very confused looking Remus and angry looking Sirius and waved his hand towards Hermione. “This woman is the greatest prankster since … since …” he laughed again, “better then Fred and George, better then the bloody Marauders.”

“Harry!” Hermione slapped his hand as he went to grab her again.

He grinned at her proudly as he relayed the story of their potions class -- Draco’s singing, Snape’s face and then their quick escape. By the end Both Sirius and Remus were leaning against each other, shaking and wiping tears from their eyes as they laughed.

Hermione was jumping up and down, looking over her shoulder and back the laughing trio. “Well this is all nice, and all.” she snapped; glaring at them as they pulled up straight to look at her, eyes still glimmering, lips caught between their teeth, “And I’m real glad to be such a great source of entertainment to you all, but now I have to go and hide out before Professor Snape finds me and tears me a new one!”

Remus suddenly started sniffing the air until his eyes fell on her. “Hermione?” he circled her, “Are you more tanned then you were yesterday?” He sniffed again, totally oblivious to Sirius growling his name, “And is that a new …” he was cut off as Hermione suddenly cried out in frustration.

“Yes! I am covered from head to bloody toe in Honey Dust, alright?”

“Mmm ...” Remus purred into her ear so only she could hear, “And that’s not all I smell.”

His words sent a blazing shiver down her spine and she turned and ran from the Hall, the sound of deep masculine laughter hot on her heels.