The following morning Hermione was woken up by someone gently shaking her. She groaned and attempted to roll back over, yet cruelly they would not just leave her be and shook her once more. When she opened her eyes Hermione saw a pair of familiar green ones staring down at her.

"Stop, Harry. I'm awake," she said groggily, still half asleep. Then through a yawn she added, "I had the strangest dream. I was at school with your par-"

Hermione froze when she heard a girl's voice giggling. "Harry? Hermione, it's Lily."

Just then she realized where and when she was, and sat straight up. It felt like all of the warmth drained out of her as she looked at Lily, whose head was half cocked to the side, watching her as if she had lost her mind.

"Who's Harry?" Lily asked.

After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Hermione smiled sheepishly and lied. "I'm sorry, Lily. I was still sort of dreaming, I suppose."

Lily stepped away and headed towards her wardrobe, where she began to rummage through her clothing. Hermione heard Lily's muffled voice call back to her, as she stretched and swung her legs over the side of her bed.

"Well you better not let Black hear about you dreaming of some boy named Harry. From the way he was looking at you last night, I think you may have an admirer."

Hermione felt a slight jolt in her stomach, but determinedly ignored it. It didn't matter if Sirius admired her or not, because nothing could or would come of it. She snorted loudly at Lily's comment and headed towards her own wardrobe. Lily turned around and raised a skeptical eyebrow at Hermione.

"So you don't find him attractive at all? Most of the girls here won't shut up about him," Lily told her with a slight hint of disgust in her voice. It was obvious that Lily had never fell for Sirius' charm. Either that, or she had and was rejected by him at some point.

Deciding to settle on the truth, Hermione shrugged. "I'm not saying he isn't handsome...because he is. But I'm just not looking for anything at the moment. I'd rather focus on my studies."

Lily looked over Hermione as if she was appraising her, and smiled like she was happy with what she saw. She nodded and returned back into her wardrobe, throwing bits of clothing on the floor as she tried finding something for her first day of classes.

"You've got a good head on your shoulders, Hermione. I feel that you and I will get along just fine."

Hermione couldn't help but to feel as if Lily was right. She did seem like the type of person who Hermione could easily become friends with and was glad to see that the two of them were hitting it off so well already.

"Lily?" Hermione called over. "I was just wondering why there aren't any other girls in here."

When she first arrived into the dorm and saw that there were only two beds in there, Hermione found it strange. She always had multiple roommates when she attended Hogwarts.

"Oh, that's because we're seventh years," Lily explained. "Before this year I shared a room with two other girls, but this year they have their own dorm, and I - well we, we have our own."

Lily pulled herself out of her wardrobe and began walking towards a dark brown, tarnished, wooden door on the opposite side of the room. "Also this," she said as she opened it with a smile on her face.

When Lily pulled the door opened Hermione was honestly surprised. She didn't know of the special privileges seventh years received when it came to living arrangements, and wondered if it was the same in her time, because she didn't remember any of the seventh year girls talking about it before. Not only did the girls get to share a room with only one another, but they also had their own private bathroom attached to it. That meant no more sharing showers with a dozen other girls from all of the years. Granted, when she became a Prefect her fifth year, she did have more privacy in the Prefects' bathroom, but this was entirely different. This was like having your own place with a flatmate. It comforted Hermione, because it meant that it would limit her interactions with too many students in that time frame. If she could help it, she would spend as much time with only the four boys and Lily as possible. She didn't want to tamper too much with the future. Who knew would could happen.

Hermione nodded in appreciation as Lily stood next to their bathroom, like someone showing off a prize on a gameshow.

"That's lovely, Lily," Hermione said.

After gathering her things, Hermione headed in to take her shower, and more importantly, to try to calm herself thinking of the day ahead of her. Her nerves were on the fritz as she fretted about her first day of classes in the past, and encountering many students who she had only knew of by name, or knew of as adults for most of her life. A part of her was also morbidly curious about the Slytherins of this time, knowing how a good majority of them would grow up to become Death Eaters, or very sympathetic to Voldemort's cause.

Suddenly a thought came to her, and she dropped her bottle of shampoo on the shower floor. She stood completely immobilized as she just then remembered who one of those Slytherins would be. It hadn't even occurred to her before that moment that he had attended school with Lily and the boys as well. Professor Snape would be one of her classmates. Would he remember her in the future?

Hermione had listened to Professor Snape insult Harry's father for the better part of six years, and she knew that they had not got on well at all. A part of her was sort of anxious to see their interactions together first hand, since she had already met James and did not think he was nearly as bad as Snape accused him of being.

When Hermione was dried and properly dressed for the day she grabbed her Gryffindor robes and attempted to put them on with trembling fingers. Now that she was ready and prepared to begin her day she was terrified. Again she had to remind herself to breathe and to take deep breaths as she opened the dormitory door, and made her way down the stairs into the common room.

For reasons beyond her comprehension, or her control, her eyes landed on Sirius the moment she stepped off of the stairs. She hated to admit it, but it appeared that Lily might have been right about her gaining an admirer. Sirius leaned against the back of the couch with his arms crossed over his chest, giving off an aura of extreme confidence and casualness. A grin with just a hint of mischief spread across his face when he saw her, and she wanted to slap herself when she felt a returning smile form on her own. Not only was he incredibly good-looking, he also had one of those smiles that seemed to be infectious; those ones in which you cannot help but to smile back.

Again she had to tell herself to pull it together when she felt her palms begin to sweat as he walked towards her.

"Morning, Hermione. Sleep well?" he asked.

Hermione nodded and answered in a cracked voice. "I did, thank you."

Sirius playfully elbowed Hermione while flashing his teeth at her. "So you did dream about me then?" he joked.

Hermione snorted loudly at his forwardness and shook her head. "I don't think I mentioned anything about nightmares, Sirius," she responded with exaggerated sweetness.

She heard James chuckle before he leaned in a staged whispered, "Bad luck, mate," to Sirius, who shrugged.

Remus then intervened, which Hermione was entirely thankful for.

"Sirius, leave Hermione alone, would you? She's only been down here all of two minutes and I'm sure she's feeling stressed enough since this is her first day of classes," he scolded with a look which made him look far more like Professor Lupin than the teenager he was.

Hermione gave Remus a small nod and a half-smile to express her thanks, which Remus returned. She then noticed Sirius as he rolled his eyes and began fiddling with his tie, trying to loosen it even more than it already was.

Thankfully Lily tapped Hermione on the shoulder and handed her school bag to her.

"Come on, Hermione. We better get going so we don't risk running late," Lily said.

As Hermione and Lily turned to leave, James called out behind them. Lily audibly sighed.

"Oi, Evans. Save me a seat, yeah?"

Hermione watched Lily's shoulders tense as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Potter, aren't you ever going to give it a rest?" she asked through her teeth. Hermione suppressed a laugh.

"Not until you say, 'yes,' I'm afraid," James responded cheerfully.

Lily shook her head and opened her mouth to respond, but then appeared to think better of it. Hermione wondered exactly what happened to cause James and Lily to get together, since it felt as if Lily just barely tolerated James. Perhaps there was more to the situation than Hermione could see at the moment? Did Lily just require a gentle nudge in the right direction? James really wasn't that bad, was he?

After leaving the common room, Hermione and Lily had a lovely conversation on the way to the Great Hall. They talked about their favorite courses and Hermione found out that she and Lily had quite a lot in common. Lily's favorite subject was Potions, which Hermione did enjoy, but her favorite was Ancient Runes. And to her surprise, that was a class that Lily took, so she would at least have one person she knew in there with her.

When they arrived into the Great Hall it was starting to fill up with students from all four Houses. Lily and Hermione took a seat at the half-empty Gryffindor table, and began to load up plates with eggs, sausage and bacon. Hermione poured herself a cup of coffee and began to tuck in, shocked at how incredibly hungry she was, despite how nervous she felt.

Just as she was nearly finished with her food, Sirius plopped down beside her, and as he did, Hermione stiffened. She silently reminded herself to knock it off and relax, not wanting to give into whatever this effect he was having on her was. Remus and Peter then sat across from her, and James slid in next to Lily.

"Damn good food, isn't it?" Sirius commented looking at Hermione's plate. "I reckon that'll be what I miss the most about this place," he continued as he began to load up a plate for himself.

Hermione never really thought about it before, but Sirius was right. She'd never had food anywhere else like at Hogwarts. Not even at the Weasleys, and that was saying something, considering how amazing Molly's food was. She would actually miss the meals at Hogwarts, too, she realized.

Before Hermione could answer, she was interrupted by James. "Look at our luck, Sirius. Best seats in the place, yeah?" he said loudly, with a pointed look at Lily and then Hermione.

Lily gave Hermione a look which clearly said, Please help me. Hermione couldn't hold in the laugh that escaped her while looking at the wide panicked eyes on Lily.

"Sorry, Lily," Hermione mumbled.

As the group fell into a mutual silence while they ate, Professor McGonagall stopped by to hand out their time-tables. Hermione gave her a tentative smile, which she was shocked to see McGonagall returned, then she unfolded the parchment to see which courses she had been assigned. She was taken aback when she saw her time table was exactly what she intended on taking up during her actual seventh year. Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology and Charms.

"This is one of the best Mondays I've ever seen!" James exclaimed and caused her to jump.

Sirius leaned across her while holding his time table in the air. "Cheers, Prongs. Free period first thing, then right to Charms, followed by lunch. How easy of a morning could you get?" He then draped his arm around Hermione's shoulders causing her to tense up once again. "Hermione, would you like to join James, Peter and myself during the free period?" he asked hopefully.

Hermione wiggled herself out from his hold and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Sirius, I can't. I have Arithmancy."

She noticed Remus' head pop up when she said that and she was about to ask him if he would be in the class as well, but Sirius groaned loudly.

"Not another bookworm?" He looked horrified at the thought.

What's wrong with that? she thought, slightly offended.

"Don't listen to him, Hermione," Remus said. "It's about time Lily and I have another friend who takes their studies seriously."

Sirius flipped off Remus then brought his attention back to Hermione. "Well...you were bound to have at least one flaw," he joked then stood up and jerked his head at James.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and huffed. Her cheeks flushed with a bit of anger. "Goodbye, Sirius," she snapped.

She heard Sirius let out a bark of laughter as he, James and Peter began to make their way out of the Great Hall. Right before they reached the door, Sirius turned and looked back at her. "I'll save you a seat in Charms," he yelled with a wink.