Early Morning Run-in [[OPEN]]

[mione]

Hermione groaned, raising her head from the pillow that was her Potions book. She knew it was unhealthy to study so late, but her reasons for her newly developed late-night habit was solely the fault of Harry and Ronald. They had certainly honed their skills in procrastination over the years, and had even caused her to work on her homework a bit later than usual. Sure, her homework was always finished almost a week before it was due, and was far longer than the standard requirements, but she still had standards. Despite what the boys thought her reasons were for her obsessive schooling, her reasons for working as excessively as she did were purely typical of the average teen. She wanted to be lazy, and the only way she could do that while simultaneously finishing her schoolwork was by having it done three weeks ahead of time.

Hey, just because she was a brainiac didn't mean she had no semblance of a life.

So, it was with that thought that Hermione Granger stretched, waking herself up thoroughly, before gathering her books and heading toward the common room in order to ready herself for an early breakfast. She sighed, gathering her bushy brown hair and wrapping it in a messy bun at the nape of her neck, using her wand to keep it together. Before she could turn the corner at the end of the corridor, however, she ran into something tall and hard. With an audible, "Oomph!" Hermione fell to the ground, the seam of her book bag splitting open, spilling the contents of her schoolwork across the floor. "Bloody hell," she muttered, mentally cringing at the hypocrisy of her language. If Ron had said something like that, she would have left him with a knot on the head so quickly he wouldn't have had time to say, 'Quidditch'. Biting her lower lip nervously, Hermione stared up at the figure she had almost trampled. "Sorry."

[siriusblack]

Sirius had continued to toss and turn in his sleep. Lately his past had continued to haunt him during the night hours; he never understood why this was occurring. He laid there in his bed, looking straight up at the darkened ceiling. His grey eyes looked around the room, then they stopped at the window where the sun was shining through. Really? Time for class already? he thought closing his eyes shaking himself awake, he hated waking up in the morning, especially after another sleepless night. A few moments had passed, and then Sirius Black rolled out of bed and stood next to his messy bed. Never had he made his bed and he was not going to start now. He quickly threw on his pants, tightening his belt, then he grabbed his shoes lacing them before standing up.

Oh blimey, where is my shirt and tie? he said with a look of disdain, looking frantically around the room for the shirt and tie. What a sight it would be to have Sirius Black waltz around the school with no shirt on, surely all the girls would go insane. His eyes glanced to the chair next to the door and there they were. The minutes were flying by now, he slid his shirt over his arms then over his head. The already tied tie was placed over his head then under his collar, tightening it under his throat. He ran from the dormitory and out of the common room, a few moments later a girl had run into him. His legs collapsed under him as he fell to the ground.

Are you alright? he calmly asked the girl, whom he had seen with Harry lately. He stood in front of her, offering a hand to help her up, while offering a small smile. The items from her bag had spilled out from her bag, with a quick wave of his wand the items were in his arms. I have seen you around lately. I’m Sirius Black. he said with a smile.

[mione]

"Are you alright?" Hermione stared at the handsome boy with wide eyes. She had seen him around the castle since her arrival, but she hadn't bothered to speak wit him. In her time, he was dead; she couldn't imagine associating with a ghost. It already hurt too much to think about his death - he had been her best friend's godfather, after all, as well as a previous object of her secret affection - she couldn't possibly subject herself to more masochistic activities by befriending him. "I'm fine," she replied, brushing herself off and rising to her feet, ignoring his proferred hand, "And yourself?" The time-traveller smiled politely in response, forcing herself not to grimace at the unappealing truths that ran through her mind. He's dead in your time, a voice inside her head whispered, But not here. What's wrong with befriending him, at the very least? Maybe it could benefit the future... Hermione did not bother to hide her displeasure at what she was sure the young Marauder thought was an act of chivalry. She wasn't helpless; she didn't need his help. "Thank you," she said a bit stiffly, reaching for her things and taking them from his grasp. Her bookbag was ruined - there was no hope of repairing it - but she was content with carrying her things with her. "I have seen you around lately. I’m Sirius Black." Hermione smiled in response, shifting her things to one arm so that she could shake his hand with her free one. "Yeah, I've seen you around a bit, too. Hermione Granger," she replied. Half of her wanted to run as far away as she could simply due to the fact that this was Sirius Black, the Marauder she had witnessed falling through the Veil at The Department of Mysteries, the youthful version of a man she had met and grown to care for deeply - despite certain views when it comes to a particular house elf - someone she had seen die. Shaking her head in order to clear her thoughts, Hermione asked, "So, what brings you down here this early in the morning? Not setting of one of your group's infamous pranks, are you?"

[siriusblack]

Sirius Black starred at the girl for a moment, while dusting off his clothes with his hands. Apparently the girl was in no need for someone to help her. He admired girls who could stand up for themselves; it was a great trait to have. Therefore, he was not offended in the slightest once she neglected his outstretched hand. She had the fighting spirit, he could tell, just like the spirit all Gryffindor’s possessed. A smile crossed his lips once she admitted to being alright.

I am just fine, thank you he replied removing the wrinkles out of his shirt. At least she had some manners, Sirius Black was not too fond of wizarding folk who neglected using their manners. You are welcome. he said with a smile. This was surely an awkward situation, actually running into someone, a girl no less. He watched her take the books from his hands, rather forward no less. He rolled his eyes as she took them, holding them against herself. It was then she reached her hand out to shake his own, he smiled and shook her hand with his.

Very nice to meet you, Hermione he said calmly and took his hand away from her carefully, then crossing his arms across his chest. He began to noticed her looking away from him. Was it something he said or did? Sirius never thought an act of kindness would lead to such a stubborn response.

Merlin, was I early? This explains why no one was up and about in the common room. He felt like an idiot, never had he set an alarm usually James threw a pillow at him to wake Sirius, but come to mention it James was still fast asleep when he had left. Blimey, is it really that early? I could have sworn I had class in five minutes. Pranking? The rest of us aren’t awake yet, but they shall be up soon. Then we can begin our plans for the day he said smiling, nearly laughing at the thought of what they had planned for the day.

The potions book under his arm was weighing him down, so he set the book down on the floor, willing to pick up when he felt it was time to lead for class. How he dreaded Potions class more than anything else. Which class are you off to? Maybe we could walk until we break off for classes?

[mione]

Hermione resisted the urge to blush at the sight of Sirius Black's smile. He was very attractive, as handsome - if not more so - than his elderly counterpart had been. Unlike the older version of himself, however, this Sirius did not have the gaunt face, nor the sunken, hollow eyes that Azkaban had given him just five short years from now.

"I am just fine, thank you," he replied removing the wrinkles out of his shirt. Hermione smirked. At least he had some manners. Despite the fact that Adult Sirius had been very polite - in most cases - toward the feminine sex, the young witch had always found it hard to believe that he would behave the same way in his youth. She'd always pictured him as the 'player', the handsome boy that didn't need manners in order to get where he wanted with a young girl. "You are welcome." Sirius said with another surpisingly charming smile. She had to force herself not to smile back; after all, it was too risky, befriending a dead man. Well, technically not dead, as she was stuck in a time before said man's death, but you get the picture. It was too risky to associate with someone she knew so much when he didn't know her. The odds of her slipping up and telling him the truth, should they become friends, was too great.

"Very nice to meet you, Hermione," the Marauder said calmly and took his hand away from hers carefully, then crossing his arms across his chest. "It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Black," the bushy haired girl replied formally, regretting her next statement before she even spoke it, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really need to be going. Thank you for helping me," she added, gesturing towards the books. Hermione bit her lower lip nervously before adjusting her hold on her books once more, then, giving Sirius a small smile, she hastily began to make her way around the boy and continue down the corridor...

"Blimey, is it really that early? I could have sworn I had class in five minutes. Pranking? The rest of us aren’t awake yet, but they shall be up soon. Then we can begin our plans for the day." Hermione could not resist sending an amused smile his way. "You sound surprised," she observed, "Is it because you're the type that likes to sleep in until the last possible minute? Or is it because one of your buddies decided to play a joke on you?" At the mention of plans, Hermione raised a skeptical brow. "What kind of plans?" she asked, curious as to how many rules this would break, and whether or not it would be anywhere near as dangerous as her usual escapades with Harry.

"Which class are you off to? Maybe we could walk until we break off for classes?" Hermione shifted awkwardly. "Well, actually, I was headed back to the common room. I fell asleep in the library, see, and I need to head back and get ready. After that, I figured I'd stop by the kitchens and head for Potions to speak with Professor Abaris." It wasn't a lie, after all; that was what she was going to do. She wanted to ask Professor Snape about the proper brewing technique to The Draught of Living Death. The instructions he had given the class had been different than those in the current timeline's textbooks, and she needed to know the difference in the two era's brewing methods. It wasn't for class in this timeline, of course, but it would make for a very interesting essay topic at the end of the year when they got back to their own time...if they got back to their own time.