I apologise if this story is a complete waste of your time, but its my first fanfic EVER so please give me time to not absolutley stink!
Please review :)

-Hannah

Hermione shut the door of number 9 Grimmauld Place behind her, shaking the snow out of her hair and taking off her beloved Griffindor scarf. Shivering, she placed her coat on the coat rack and crept past the portrait of Mrs Black, careful not to disturb the old portrait. It had taken Harry and Sirius days to find a way to silence her, and in the end, they had to cover the picture of Sirius' mother with an old tapestry, as the portrait itself was stuck by a Permanent Sticking Charm. She poked her head into the living room, to see if anyone was home. Not seeing a soul, she checked the library, the dining room, and finally the kitchen. Presuming Harry, Ron and Sirius were at work, she began to make a cup of tea the muggle way, when she heard the shower go on.

"Hello?" she shouted upstairs.

With no answer, and her curiosity getting the better of her, she walked up the staircase to where the noise was coming from. The bathroom door was ajar, steam pouring through the opening. Without thinking, she pushed the door open to discover a very naked Sirius Black stood under the shower, looking every inch a Greek god.
Hermione felt her cheeks begin blush, but couldn't tear her eyes away from his beautiful form. He hadnt noticed her, he carried on lathering soap onto his body, water dripping down his chiselled chest, drops collecting on his eyelashes. Hermione, quickly realising that this was Harry's godfather, stumbled backwards, bumping into the door, and alerting Sirius to her presence. She froze. Sirius looked over to the door, and began to smirk.

"Like what you see, 'Mione?", he said huskily.

Hermione squeaked and ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs as fast as she could. Sirius's booming laugh could be heard in the kitchen, as she sat with her head in her hands.

"Why did I have to open the door?" Hermione thought, as embarrassment oozed through her pores.

Busying herself in the kitchen making tea, her mind wandered to what she had just witnessed in the bathroom. Sirius. A nude Sirius. And what surprised her the most was the reaction her body had to the image of her best friends god father showering. She imagined him holding her up against the cool tiled wall, her legs wrapped round his middle, his defined chest pushing against her's...

" 'Ello 'Mione."

Hermione's teacup slipped out of her grasp and crashed to the floor, her blush returning with a vengeance.

"S-Sirius, I'm so sorry about before, i had no idea who it was and I'm sorr.." She stammered, silently cursing her rosy cheeks.

"Don't be daft 'Mione, can't blame a girl for trying", he interrupted, and winked, making Hermiones knees go weak.

As Sirius walked over to make himself a cup of tea, she silently cursed her shyness. She was no longer the awkward bookworm with frizzy hair and bad teeth, but she still retained her lack of confidence from her adolescence. Now aged 23, Hermione was a vision, the only person unable to see it being herself. Her hair had developed nicely into loose, barrel curls, falling just below her shoulders; after learning a few nifty dental spells, her teeth were perfectly straight and proportionately sized, and gleaming white; and the one thing everyone had noticed, most particularly those of the male variety, were the changes of her figure. No longer was she a young girl, she was a woman with a real woman's body. Nicely sized breasts followed by a slim waist and nicely curved hips, a perfect 10. The one male who particularly paid a lot of attention to this, was none other than Mr Sirus Black.

Later on that evening, Hermione was sat in the library with Ginny, curled up in front of a roaring fire. The two girls had grown considerably closer during the years following the war. They were each other's closest confidante and shoulders to cry on, and they both chatted as they sipped at their tea.

"It's just, we've been together for 6 years now Hermione. Six years! And he hasn't shown the slightest bit of interest in making any commitment." she said sadly, her dark aubern hair covering her face as she lowered her head.

Hermione sighed, having had this conversation at least 100 times over the past three years. In actual fact, it was more like 200, with Harry chewing her ear off as well. Ginny complained he made no move to move on with their relationship, Harry complained he didn't know how to ask her to marry him, and was afraid she'd say no. The worst thing; they both had no idea because they both swore her to secrecy. Something needed to be done, and fast.

Hours had flown by, the only remaining trace of the fires were the burning embers in the fireplace.

"Oh Merlin, it's late 'Mione, I've got to be at work in the morning, Madam Malkin won't be happy if Ii don't come up with any new designs!"

Hermione looked at the large Grandfather clock in the corner, that read 2am.

"Incendio!" she said as she pointed her wand at the dying coals. They roared to life, and Ginny stepped in and picked up a handful of floo powder.

"See you soon Hermione", she said smiling at her friend, "The Burrow!" she cried, and disappeared in a plume of smoke.

Hermione yawned and stretched, until she noticed a dark figure at the doorway, leaning on the door frame nonchalantly, arms folded across their chest.

"Up so late 'Mione, isn't it time you came up to bed" Sirius rugged voice said.

Hermione blushed beetroot as a barrage of images assaulted her, mostly ones of Sirius leading her up the stairs, ripping her clothes off, and doing unspeakable things to her, and finally managed to find her voice.

"Oh, I, oh, I was, Night" she garbled self consciously as she practically sprinted past him and up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Why does that man have this effect on me" she thought desperately to herself, as she stood leaning on the back of her bedroom door, trying to get a grip.

She undressed and put on her favourite pyjamas, silk burgundy shorts with a gold trim and matching tank top, and crawled into bed, letting sleep overcome her as soon as her head hit the pillow. She dreamt of Sirius all night, not knowing that two bedrooms down, he was dreaming of her too.


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-Hannah