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Okay, this is almost completely AU. It starts when Hermione is fifteen, however, the Triwizards Tournament never happened, nor the return of Voldemort. Good ol' Tom! So, technically it starts after third year, but she's older…very confusing stuff.
Beauty Queen of Only…15!
I wouldn't have known. If not for the undeniable mop of bushy honey-colored hair, I wouldn't have known. She looked…different. Very different. She'd definitely grown, that was for sure.
The memory of her when she was just thirteen, when I'd first met her, in that awkward stage, was what kept me sane. Or what kept me from screaming out my love for her anyway. I felt pathetic. I mean, I was Sirius Black, the ultimate lady's man. Yet I fell in-love with someone. Not only that, but someone twenty years my junior.
When she first entered Grimmauld place, I didn't recognize her. Not only because of her red-rimmed eyes, still watery from poorly concealed tears. No, it was because she was no longer a little girl. I suppose I should have known they would all grow up at some point, but before I'd thought of her as my godson's best friend. As in, not a candidate for a relationship.
The fact that she was to stay with Harry and I taunted me. The girl's parents had been murdered and I couldn't stop wondering if her lips were as soft as they looked. Oh, and the fact she constantly nibbled at them most definitely didn't help. She was irresistible in her own way, leaving me feeling guilty at my own thoughts. I never felt guilty!
Her romance with Ron nearly sent me over the edge. That was pure torture. It ended quickly however, and I thank the heavens for that everyday. It was a nauseating thought, them being together. I could barely stand it. The end of that little escapade was far from sweet unfortunately. It was finished officially when he was found in a broom cupboard with Luna Lovegood, though most would say it ended emotionally far before that.
I really and truly hate to admit it, but a few good things came from the discovery of Ronald Weasley's cheating ways.
One, she was single again, though I couldn't exactly make a move of any kind anyway. Imagine the uproar that would cause. Harry would probably have a conniption. His surrogate father feeling up his best friend…oh yeah, real nice. But let's not get into that.
Two, the blinding red hair belonging to Ron was seen far and few in-between in Grimmauld. Though I hate to say it, I never did like him. His intentions always seemed a bit questionable. He was never as loyal a friend as Hermione to Harry.
Three, my Nirvana T-shirt was soaked through. Well, that's not exactly it. More like my Nirvana T-shirt was soaked through by a sobbing Hermione Granger. You have no idea how incredible it felt to hold her in my arms. Even if it was only until Harry took over, after he was finished punching Ron's face in. I swear, I think he still flinches whenever Harry moves his right hand.
I recall the look on Hermione's face was quite amusing when she first saw me wearing that shirt. Even though I never had anything against muggleborns, I suppose it was difficult to remember when that damn portrait was always screeching. I love muggle music. It's so much better. I mean, who wants to hear a song by a band called The Weird Sisters?
It's amazing to look back on things now. I feel so stupid for not picking up on the signs before I did. To think I used to be a girl magnet. I suppose prison will change things like that. Or at least that's what my excuse will be. Admitting I was stupid is much less fun than saying that Dementors sucked out my natural instincts when it came to women.
I really should be moving on from this topic though. If I linger too much all you people will think I'm some sort of freakish virgin who goes to comic book conventions! (A.N. I mean no offense!)
I really should be telling you the epic tale of our love right about now, but that would just ruin all the fun! A good storyteller doesn't leave out the suspense!
Okay, so should I continue? Please R&R!