My door creaked open.
“Hermione?” Remus whispered, “Are you awake?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“I’m so sorry. I never should have kissed you,” he apologized.
“No, it’s me who should apologize. I shouldn’t have kissed you in front of James, Sirius, and Peter,” I told him.
“It’s different. I wanted you to kiss me. You didn’t want me to kiss you,” he replied.
“But I did,” I said quietly.
“Really? Even though you know I’m a…” he trailed off.
“It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t change who you are,” I insisted.
“I wish that were true,” he said sadly.
“It is,” I insisted.
“I’m keeping you up. Goodnight Hermione,” he told me.
“Goodnight Remus,” I whispered as he walked out the door.
A few minutes later, my door opened again. This time it was James who walked in.
“Hermione?” James called quietly.
“What?” I asked.
“I have a question,” he announced, “Why did I see Mooney sneaking back into his room?”
“Um…” I trailed off.
“He was in here, wasn’t he?” James asked angrily.
“No,” I lied, “Yes.”
“Hermione,” James groaned.
“We were just talking,” I told him.
“Did you really snog him first?” he asked me, serious.
“No,” I admitted.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
“You sounded mad,” I admitted.
“You’re my sister, Hermione. I don’t want anyone to hurt you,” he told me.
“I didn’t mind that he kissed me,” I insisted.
“I trust Mooney because he knows that I’ll kick his arse if he hurts you. Guys at Hogwarts, though, don’t take that stuff as seriously. I just want you to be safe,” he cautioned, and then laughed, “Bloody hell! I sound like my mum!”
“I’ll be careful,” I promised him.
“I shouldn’t worry so much. Lily will be there,” James told me.
“Lily?” I asked. That was Harry’s mum.
James spent a long time talking about Lily. He really loved her.
“Night, Hermione,” he said.
“Goodnight James,” I replied back as he walked out of my room.
My door creaked open a final time and Sirius walked in. He didn’t say anything; he just walked in and sat on my bed.
“Sirius?” I asked, “Is that you?”
“Yeah,” he whispered.
“Why are you here?” I asked him.
“I wanted to know what was going on,” he answered.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“You may have prevented a murder today,” he told me.
“Really,” I said sleepily. He was stretched out on my bed now.
“I knew Mooney snogged you first, we all did. Prongs only spared him because you cared enough to lie. That, and he was shocked when you shamelessly snogged Mooney,” he laughed. I imagined a smirk on his face.
“Why?” I asked, sleepy.
“He thought I would snog you first,” he told me, giving a small laugh.
“But you didn’t,” I pointed out.
“Yep, old Mooney beat me to it,” he agreed.
“But you wanted to,” I said, barely aware of what I was saying.
“Maybe,” he answered playfully.
“Why don’t you?” I asked him, half asleep.
“I would want you to be awake for the best kiss of your life,” he replied coyly.
“What ‘bout Mooney?” I asked, almost asleep. Did I just call Remus Mooney?
“Not to brag, but Mooney is a novice. I am a master,” he laughed, draping an arm over me.
My last conscious thought was this: I was in the arms of bloody gorgeous Sirius Black.
“I wonder if James will wait for him to wake up, or if he will just kill him in his sleep,” Remus said.
I wondered what Remus was talking about. I began to open my eyes. I tried to get up, only to find myself pinned to my bed.
My eyes were fully opened now so I looked to see what restricted my motion. What I saw was a tan arm over me. I stifled a scream.
“Bloody hell,” I breathed.
“She’s up,” Peter announced.
“Hermione… what happened?” Remus asked tentatively.
“I don’t know, but I really hope it isn’t what it looks like,” I told him.
“Sirius better hope that too,” Remus said.
“Sirius!” I whispered, pushing on his arm, “Sirius!”
“What time is it?” he grumbled groggily.
“8 o’clock,” Remus answered.
“Who woke me up?” he asked.
“I did,” I said.
“Hermione… what…?” he trailed off, assessing the situation.
“Sirius, what happened last night?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
He took his arm off me and propped himself up on the bed.
“Well, I came in here, after Prongs and Mooney, I may add, to see what was going on. After all, it is not proper for teenage boys to be sneaking into a girl’s room,” he joked in mockingly serious tone.
“Didn’t seem to stop you,” I mumbled.
“Ah, but my motives were chivalrous. Anyway, I came into your room and sat on your bed. You asked if it was me, I said yes, we talked, you fell asleep, and sometime after that, I fell asleep, staying here to guard the young lady from knaves, such as yourself,” he laughed, pointing at Remus.
“Yet it was you who ended up in her bed,” Remus pointed out. Sirius got out of my bed and went to punch Remus in the arm.
“Who ended up in whose bed?” James asked, walking into my room.
“No one,” Remus said, covering for me, “Just a joke.”
”A very annoying, not funny joke,” I added.
“Really? Well, Mum wanted me to come up here and tell you guys that breakfast is ready,” James told us, and we all went downstairs for breakfast.
We all ate in silence. When breakfast was over I offered to take the plates. Sirius got up to help. We walked out of the dining room, down the hall, and into the kitchen, and then back out of the kitchen. Sirius was the one to break the silence.
“I’m sorry, Hermione,” he told me, “Are you mad?”
“Not really,” I replied.
“I won’t go into your room again,” he swore.
“No, that’s okay,” I told him.
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah. Talking helps me fall asleep,” I said.
“I just can’t be caught by James,” he put in.
“No, Sirius. We are just friends, nothing more, nothing less,” I told him firmly.
“What do you mean?” he asked, faking innocence, but we both knew we understood exactly what I meant.
This is more a chapter to explain the reaction of James to the kiss. I just added in some stuff to make it more interesting.
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