A/N: Let me know what you think of this story! I decided to write it because I wanted to read more stories like this, so if I am the only person that does, let me know!

Chapter 1:

Hermione Granger walked slowly up the stairs towards her dorm. She had just spent the better part of the night studying for her History of Magic OWL. It was her fifth year, and she had been studying since she had come back to Hogwarts, but that didn't stop her from studying until ten the night before. As she neared her dorm, she heard voices from within. This was unusual for Lavender and Parvati, they were usually already 'getting their beauty sleep', so Hermione decided to listen in.

"I know," she heard Parvati say, "she'll probably never get laid, and will die a virgin."

"Yeah," Lavender replied, "I mean, even Eloise Midgen has better odds than her. How can she ever expect to get a guy when she is always surrounded by those books." Hermione started to have a bad feeling about where this conversation was headed. The feeling was confirmed when Lavender continued, "Hermione Granger will definitely die a virgin spinster surrounded by stupid books."

Hearing these final words Hermione spun around with tears in her eyes. She quickly and quietly walked back downstairs to the common room. Once she was ensconced in a chair, staring at the fire, the tears began to stream down her face. She didn't make a noise, but had anyone been in the common room, they would have known that she was crying.

As she cried, Hermione thought of the truth behind what Lavender and Parvati had said. It was true that no boy would ever be interested in her. Her brief fling with Viktor last year had been a one-time thing, he had admitted as much. Hermione finally decided that she wanted to prove Lavender and Parvati wrong; she was going to have sex and lose her virginity not matter what.

These thoughts led to the next question, who would be the one to help her with this problem. Being Hermione Granger, she never wanted to do anything in halves, so she needed someone with experience who could teach her. Hermione briefly thought of Ron and Harry, both of whom she had had brief crushes on over the years. However, she quickly decided that they were too much like her brothers. Hermione smiled bitterly when she thought of how Draco Malfoy was known as the Slytherin Sex God, and would have been perfect had her not been Draco Malfoy, Harry's school enemy. The flames in the fire flickered before her, and Hermione realized that she had stopped crying sometime while she was thinking. The flickering of the flames reminded Hermione of Sirius Black, Harry's wrongly convicted godfather. As she thought of how happy Sirius made Harry, her thoughts drifted away from her predicament. Then she suddenly remembered that Professor Lupin had once said something about Sirius being quite the lady's man as a teenager.

Hermione smiled slightly, and silently thanked Professor Lupin, as she got up and walked over to the fire. She knew that she shouldn't be able to Floo through this fireplace, but she remembered Harry talking to Sirius here. Quickly, Hermione dug through her bag until she held a pouch of extra strong emergency Floo powder that she carried with her. Hermione quickly threw a pinch into the flames, waited for them to turn green, then jumped in, shouting, "12 Grimmauld Place" and vanishing into the flames.

Sirius Black had just gone downstairs to have a cookie and glass of milk, something he did every night because he knew that his mother would never have allowed it. Nowadays, his life was filled with him doing things merely because she wouldn't have approved, yet his life was still glaringly bare.

Suddenly, just as Sirius was passing by the fire, it flared green, and Hermione Granger stumbled out of the fireplace. Using reflexes he hadn't tested in years, Sirius caught Hermione before she could become acquainted with the floor.

"What's wrong?" Sirius immediately began questioning, "Has something happened to Harry? Come on, let's go save him." Sirius looked at Hermione's tearstained face, and assumed that something had happened to Harry to make her cry so.

"Sirius!" Hermione grabbed his arm as he moved to grab his coat, "Nothings wrong with Harry," as soon as she said it, Sirius deflated, dropped his coat on the couch, and turned to give Hermione a closer examination, and see if there was some clue as to what had happened.

"What's wrong then," Sirius inquired, looking a little worried, "Why have you been crying?"

"Umm," Hermione awkwardly looked around the room, unsure as to where to start, "Well…"

"Come on," Sirius sat down on the couch, and got comfortable, as he dragged Hermione down with him. Sirius could see that this would not be a quick conversation, and he wanted them both to be comfortable during it, "You can tell me anything," seeing that Hermione had no idea where to begin, Sirius simply said, in a soft and understanding voice, "Just start from the beginning."

"Okay. Umm…" she looked up at Sirius for support, and he gestured for her to continue as he leaned into the comfy couch, "I was studying for my OWLs," Sirius hid a smirk at this, it was so completely Hermione, "and when I got back to my room I heard Lavender and Parvati talking," she looked at Sirius again, and he gave her an encouraging smile, "they were talking about me. And how they thought I was going to die an old virgin surrounded by books," here Hermione looked as though she were about to burst into tears. When she said virgin she was staring into her lap, scared of what Sirius might think. Sirius felt slightly awkward to be talking about something like this with his godson's best friend, especially because were he still a teen, he would be hitting on her, and he knew it.

"It's all right, luv," Sirius began, wrapping an arm around Hermione, and rubbing her back soothingly, "They don't know what they are talking about. Any guy would be lucky to have you."

"Including you," Hermione had to gather all of her courage to whisper those two words. Sirius froze, he was sure that Hermione couldn't have just asked if he would view her in a romantic way. Hermione took a deep breath, and looked Sirius square in the eye, "Would you want me?" As Sirius looked into her wide, innocent chocolate eyes, he saw how scared she was, and how determined she was.

"Hermione," Sirius began, looking away from those eyes that seemed to have mastered his puppy dog look in a matter of seconds, "I'm old enough to be your father." Sirius tried to keep from noticing, but he could feel her body pressed against him from when he was comforting her. Quickly, he stood and carefully deposited her on the couch, before walking to the mantel facing away from Hermione. Hermione looked at her hands, wondering where she had gone wrong. She looked at Sirius as he picked away at the wood before him. She had stayed at Grimmauld Place enough to know that he only did this when he was nervous.

"Please," the raw emotion in her voice cause Sirius to turn towards her and meet her eyes. Not breaking eye contact, Hermione stood up and began to walk towards him. She put her right hand on Sirius' left arm, and looked beseechingly up at him, "I need your help." Sirius looked down into her eyes, and was shocked by how much she affected him despite her small stature. He observed that she must only be approximately 5 feet 4 inches tall, compared to his 6 foot 2 inch frame. Finally Sirius sighed, looked down in defeat, then walked to the couch and sat down.

"What do you need?" he asked, hoping that it wasn't too bad.

"I want to have sex," she said this firmly, in a way that brooked no argument, but it was so soft that Sirius barely heard. Gathering the little courage eh had left, Hermione faced Sirius, and hesitantly looked him in the eye before continuing, "and I want to learn all aspects of it. And I want to learn from an expert." In any other situation Sirius would have smiled at how like Hermione this last statement was.

"How do you want me to help?" he asked, hoping beyond hope that it wasn't what he thought it was.

"I think you know," Hermione could see Sirius' look bordered on desperation.

"But, I'm too old for you," he was grasping at straws, trying to find anything to avoid what he could now predict was inevitable, "You're Harry's best friend, what would everybody think of me?"

"If you hated me that much, you could have just said so," Hermione turned away, thinking that Lavender and Parvati were totally right, no one wanted her. Sirius' heart broke knowing that it was his fault that the usually bright and brilliant Hermione looked so downtrodden. She turned back just enough so that he could see the tears in her eyes, "Bye Sirius," she whispered.

"Wait!" Sirius couldn't bear to think about Hermione being alone when she was like this, "I'll help you," he whispered after he walked across the room to her. What do you want me to do?"

"Treat me like you would a pretty girl you wanted to shag," seeing his hesitation, Hermione thought, 'he must only be doing this out of pity, I must truly be ugly'. Sirius, however, was merely thinking about how not to overwhelm her with his eagerness, because, now that she had said she wanted him, he didn't have to rein his emotions in. Hermione continued as she looked at the ground, "I'm sure that you can pretend –"

"Why would I need to pretend?" Sirius interrupted, confused about Hermione's attempted statement. Hermione looked up, shocked by Sirius' outburst.

"I know that I'm not gorgeous, or even pretty, so I imagine that it would be easier for you if you pretended I was," Hermione was a little embarrassed that she had to say that out loud, she had thought that it would be obvious to him.

"'Mione," Sirius said softly, then continued forcefully, "'Mione, look at me," when she looked up, he continued, "You are gorgeous. Anyone who says otherwise is blind," Hermione was astonished by how forcefully Sirius was telling her this. Wanting to lighten the mood, Sirius continued with a small smirk, "If you tell me who told you that, I'll go threaten them with being added to the list of 'my' murders." Hermione smiled, she was glad that Sirius could joke about his imprisonment, and that he could make her smile when she had previously wanted to cry.

"Thank you Sirius, but you don't have to lie to make me feel better," Hermione could feel tears coming to her eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy.

"I'm not," Sirius stated as he carefully brushed the single tear on her face away, "Now," he continued, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Make love to me, and treat as if I were any other girl who has wanted to shag you," Hermione was feeling braver now, and could state that outright, without wanting to disappear.

"I'll do better than that," Sirius swept her up in his arms, and carried her up the stairs, "I'll treat you like I love you."