Unfortunately, I am not J.K. Rowling. These are her characters, not mine. Don't sue me. Seriously, I'm just a broke college student. I don't even have a hundred dollars to my name right now.

So, I've had this idea in my head for a while now and finally decided to write it down. Rated M for later chapters. Input is always appreciated and taken into consideration!

Sirius Black couldn't stand it any longer. It was three in the morning and the usually silent walls of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place were vibrating from Ginny Weasley's screams of pleasure. Sirius didn't mind the girl and his godson, Harry, sleeping together in his house; he just minded when they forgot to cast a silencing charm. He threw back the covers and stomped down the stairs to Harry's room to tell them to quiet down but discovered that someone else had beaten him to it.

"If you're going to be doing that all night, at least use a silencing charm, for Merlin's sake!" Hermione shouted while pounding on the door. Her wavy brown hair was sticking in every direction and she was wearing only an old Gryffindor quidditch jersey that came to her mid-thigh. The noise from inside the room abruptly stopped and both Sirius and Hermione heard the door lock. "Thank you!"

Sirius chuckled at how cute she looked. 'No, cute isn't right. She's beautiful.' It was true. Now that Hermione didn't have the weight of the wizarding world on her shoulders, she had developed into a pretty young woman. Her bushy hair had naturally calmed into thick waves and her once boyish figure softened into a womanly shape. Her knees, which Sirius had distinctly remembered as being knobby, now added to the long, supple curve of her legs.

Hermione froze, not realizing until then that Sirius was there for her outburst. She slowly turned and saw him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in only plaid pajama pants. His wavy black hair fell around his grey eyes that seemed to always know when she was having dirty thoughts. She swallowed nervously.

'God, why does he have to be so sexy?' she said to herself.

It was true, as sexy as Sirius was before he fell into the Veil, he was even sexier now. He had returned a year ago, the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. He had simply appeared in his bed and continued on as if returning from the Veil was an ordinary, everyday occurrence. When they returned to the house a few days after, they were all stunned to see him puttering around, somehow aware of everything that had happened over the past two years. However, what stunned them, other than his return, was that he appeared to be about twenty-one, fifteen years younger than he was when he died.

Best of all, during the next few weeks, everyone who died at the hands of Voldemort over the years returned at their physical peak. Harry was reunited with his parents, who looked only two years older than him, Tonks and Fred looked exactly the same as they did just before they died but Lupin was in his early twenties. Even Dobby had returned and happily continued working in the Hogwarts' kitchens for a galleon a week.

"Want some tea?" he asked, brushing past her.

"Yeah, since I'm awake." She followed him down to the kitchen. Sirius put the kettle on and poked his head in the refrigerator and retrieved the last slice of Harry's birthday cake that Molly Weasley had sent over yesterday. "Want to split it?"

"Ginny claimed it tonight after dinner," she reminded him.

"Yeah, well, anyone who claims the last piece of cake and then deprives three quarters of the house their sleep and only one quarter actually gets any enjoyment out of it automatically forfeits said cake to the half that receives nothing but insomnia from such activities." He reached into a drawer and got two forks out.

"Sounds fair to me." Hermione took one of the forks from her housemate. They sat in silence for a moment, eating and waiting for the water to boil.

"Someone needs to talk to them about this. It's the fourth time in two weeks. I know that I don't have to get up early for work but the three of you do." Since returning, Sirius had been living off his inheritance. "I don't know how those two expect to be good aurors when they're up all night, shagging."

"Meh, its Kingsley's problem, not mine." She licked her fork clean as Sirius stood up to pour the tea. "And I can open up the bookstore whenever I feel like. That's one of the joys of owning a business." Sirius set a mug in front of her and sat back down.

Flourish and Blots had been abandoned during the war and Hermione had used a portion of her reward money for defeating Voldemort to buy the shop, and the one next door, and renamed it Dumbledore's Library. Now, instead of just wizarding non-fiction, the store had been expanded sections of both magic and non-magic fiction, non-fiction, and a children's section. She had added a coffee shop on the first floor and every day, she had one of her friends come in to read to the children.

"Today's the first of August, Mione. Hogwarts kids are going to start coming," Sirius reminded her.

She groaned. She looked at the clock on the stove; it was now half past three. She would have to leave for the store in an hour and a half. "I have to open early. I am not going to bed, it looks like. Those Hogwarts mothers are brutal, especially when they have first years."

Sirius snickered at the beleaguered look on her face. "They can't be that bad."

"Come with me and help me out and you'll see. An hour after we open, you'll be begging me to let you go home."

"Is that a bet?" Sirius raised an eyebrow at her.

"No, it's a prediction."

"Hermione, you dropped Divination."

"Doesn't matter. I don't need tea leaves or a crystal ball to predict what you'll do."

"What are the terms?" Sirius was intrigued by this wager.

"Hmm… If you leave before closing time, you have to take me out to dinner tonight and if you stay—"

Sirius cut Hermione off. "If I stay until the end of the day then you have to go a week with out reading in your room after dinner and actually socialize with everyone."

"That's not fair!" Hermione cried. She read after dinner to unwind from her hectic day at work.

"No, what's not fair is sticking me with Harry and Ginny after they've had to act like professionals all day," Sirius said with a shudder.

"All right, then you have to also give up your nightly bottle firewhiskey for a week on top of taking me to dinner if you leave before lunch."

"Young lady," Sirius paused to look at her honey brown eyes, "you're on!"

Author's Note: When I wrote this, I was picturing the guy that plays Prince Caspian in the new Chronicles of Narnia movie as Sirius. Yeah… mmmmmmmmmm. That is inspired casting on my part. Ben Barnes is a beautiful specimen of a man… delicious. I highly suggest rereading this chapter, keeping this information in mind.

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