Hermione's POV

I sigh as I look at the photo of me with Harry and Ron.  It was taken at the end of our fourth year. Just after the foreign students left. I forgot I had it in my bag. Until recently and with it being Christmas break. I'm missing them and the others even more. Dumbledore got permission for us to see the prophecy after the New Year.

For now, I've been focusing on my studies and settling into my new life in 1975. I'm good friends with Lily, Marlene and Alice. It feels strange having girls as my best friends. After five years of two boys being my best friends. It's nice. Remus and I study together often and are also good friends. Sirius flirts with me all the time, which is beyond weird. James is so in love with Lily. Peter doesn't talk to me. Lily introduced me to Severus Snape, I've studied potions with them both. It's amazing how good he is at potions already.

Anyway I'm pulled from my thoughts by the sound of someone coming down the stairs. I put the photo away and wipe my eyes. It's 11:47 pm Christmas Eve. So who'd be up. "Mia?" Remus says confused. As he appears with a stack of presents levitating in front of him.

"Evening Remus, I didn't think anyone would be awake" I tell him.

"Same here, I just remembered I forgot to lay the presents under the tree" he states. He points his wand at it and all the presents fly to it. And settle under it. "So why are you up?" he asks me as he sits ooposite me.

"I don't know" I mumble as I look at the dying fire.

"Come on Hermione, it's me. You can tell me anything" he tells me.

"I'm just missing my old life, my friends and family" I tell him sadly.

"What would you be doing if you were in your old time?" he asks me curious.

"Either be on a skiing trip with my parents. Or at HQ with the Weasleys and Harry" I tell him. "I have some amazing friends here, but it's not the same" I say sadly. He gets up and goes over to the tree. He picks up a box and comes to sit beside me. He hands it to me.

"Merry Christmas" he says and I look at the time to see it's midnight. I give him a small smile. "Go on open it" he tells me. I pull the bow untying it and left the lid. I gasp.

"It looks just like him" I say as pick up the fluffy ginger kitten.

"That's because it is him" he tells me and I look at him confused. "You told me that he's part Kneazle, kneazles can live to be two hundred years old. Part kneazles live half as long. I spoke to my dad. He recently acquired a box of part kneazle kittens. When I saw him, I just knew and convinced my dad to let me keep him. So Merry Christmas" he explains.

"Crookshanks, my Crookshanks" I say tearing up as I hug the kitten. Who purrs happily.

"Sirius actually helped me look after him for the last few days" he tells me.

"Thank you, I can't thank you enough" I tell him.

"No need for thanks, it's my pleasure" he tells me. "Anyway, we should get to bed" he tells me. I nod my head and we go to get up. But neither of us could move. He looks up and curses.

"What is it?" I ask him confused.

"I'm going to kill Padfoot" he mutters still looking above us. I follow his gaze to see mistletoe.

"I take it, it's enchanted" I state.

"Yes, Sirius gets some every year and places them throughout the castle. No one know where he puts them. Until it's to late" he tells me. "James always tries to get Lily under some" he states.

"Can't we just remove it?" I ask him.

"I'm afraid not, the only way you move it. Is to kiss under it for thirty seconds, then it can be moved" he states blushing.

"Oh" I say as I let Crookshanks wonder the common room.

"It doesn't have to mean anything" he tells e.

"I know, it's just that..." I say trailing off.

"Just what?" he asks me.

"I've never kissed anyone before, on the lips" I tell him blushing and he does so too.

"Me too" he confesses.

"So just thirty seconds?" I ask him and he nods his head. "Ok" I say facing him. He faces me and we lock eyes. We slowly lean in as I notice his green eyes has specks on gold in them. We close our eyes as our lips meet and I feel sparks. The kiss is slow at first, but soon heats up. As he wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap mine around his neck.

We soon pull away and lock eyes again. He clears his throat pulling away. He grabs the mistletoe and puts it in the fire. Setting it a lit. "Merry Christmas, good night" he says before racing upstairs. I touch my lips. Crookshanks meows. I pick him up and returned to my dorm room. I lay on my head with him beside me. We soon fall asleep.

A/N

Picture above of Crookshanks.

Planned Future Chapters:

Prophecy

Changing History

Valentine's Day

OWL Exams

End of Fifth Year

Summer Holidays