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A/N: My WIP, expected to be a long story. I have some chapters prewritten, and some plot worked out, but it has also nested itself in my head and keeps on growing like a weed, ill try and reign it in. Grammarly is my beta. Canon up till the end of GoF.

Warning: I swear, and my characters swear unless it goes entirely against their personalities. I won't write warnings unless it is something severe in the chapter. This chapter might be somewhat on the edge of "OK". It is M rated, for mature readers. There will most likely be lemon/smut later on so now you know. Let's see what you think.

Enjoy!

It was the end of their fourth year. Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Harry was sitting on the Hogwarts Express heading for London. Hermione thought of the years since learning she was a witch. Something she never really given much thought about, but circumstances change. For Hermione, it wasn't the death of Cedric or the return of Voldemort that brought out these thoughts, of course, those were important factors, but the real cause was a letter from her parents. Over the years they drifted apart. Less and less time spent with them each year and Hermione hadn't realised it. It was weird. Not realising you don't spend more than a couple of weeks with your parents each year. Not understanding, you are supposed to miss them. Thinking about it, Hermione could see the drift, reflecting she could see the slow change. On her lap was the letter that triggered it all and it had haunted her ever since it plopped down in breakfast three weeks earlier — a letter from her parents, short and descriptive, mainly telling her the facts.

Dear Hermione

We hope you have had a good semester. We have decided to go on a trip during the summer. We will be leaving three days after you return to South America and we will be away for an unknown length. You did mention in your previous letter that you were to go with your friends after spending three weeks at home, but maybe they are willing to see you earlier? If not, you could also stay at home alone during that time. We know you are old enough to take care of yourself.

Love

Mum and Dad

She had read it in silence and read it aloud; it made no difference, it still sounded so foreign and declaratory. It is not something a parent should send, the wording, the insensitive and uncaring sentences. Every night for the last three weeks she had cried about it, screamed at it and angrily punched the walls out of anger. She had cried until she couldn't cry anymore and then she had just sat there. She stopped crying, stopped screaming and just sat and stared. A numbness had washed over her, and she was different.

Why? Leaving? South America? An unknown amount of time? Reading the letter that morning gave Hermione a shock, but after contemplating it further Hermione was not as surprised. How could she not have seen this coming? The letter was so emotionless as well. She had gone back and reread all letters she had received from her parents over the years. Laying them out and going from the first to the last, she could see the change. Less emotion, further apart, shorter... How could she have missed it? 'Brightest Witch of her age my ass' she mused.

Returning from her thoughts, she looked around the compartment Harry was looking out the window with miserable eyes while Ron and Ginny were bickering over something not worth bickering over. 'Probably quidditch' she thought. She had contemplated going to the burrow after her parents left but realised she was in no mood to handle the throng that is Weasley family. Harry was bound to go back to the Dursleys, and that was certainly not an option. Having heard the stories from Harry, they would never agree to have a witch stay with them. She wished she could, Harry might understand her. Or perhaps not, even thou his parents were not here anymore they had loved him. Hermione froze at the thought that just crossed her mind. Did her parents not love her? Why else would she think of Harry's parents in that way? 'Oh god,' She loved her parents no matter how far they drifted apart, right? They would always be in her life. 'Yes, they would' she thought ', but they are leaving... for an unknown amount of time... And war is coming...'. She realised that it was destructive thinking about it and forced herself to stop. It would just end up destroying her. She could not control the future, and she had no clue of how things would go, contemplating too much on them will get her depressed. 'No Hermione' she thought 'stop worrying about things you have no control over. Just stop and be. Take one day at a time. Yes, I know that is not something you eh... I do but... Do. Okay, girl?' Okay.

With that, she ended her rant and decided to live her life one day at a time. She is Hermione Granger, so of course, she started to plan in her head how to live her life one day at a time before she realised and gave herself a mental slap. The train ride continued, and she soon found herself back at platform 9 3/4. Seeing her parents after the revelation, she noticed things she had not before; her parent's uncomfortable stance, her father with his arm around her mother but with a strained smile. Hermione pulled into the warm embrace of the Weasleys and after engaging in the normal well wishes she came head to head with her parents who gave her a more strained, seemingly compulsory, hug. Hermione's thoughts drifted back once again before finally accepting the changes in her life. 'Hermione know-it-all Granger turning Hermione one-day-at-a-time Granger' she thought with a slow sigh. 'Should rephrase it, it is a mouthful.'

After two days at home, Hermione had come to a full acceptance of her new way of living. Shortly after returning from Kings Cross they had sat down at the kitchen table sharing a meal. Her parents told her that they would rent out their home starting on August 1st forcing Hermione to go to the Burrow. She had said that she wouldn't be here at that point but still. While that was a shock, the next one pulled her to accept the changes. They explained to her that as dentists they would work for at least six months starting on September 1st around South America. That meant forcing Hermione to either stay with her friends over Christmas or staying at Hogwarts.

After that first dinner, most of their conversations were friendly and unfamiliar. Today the house was in chaos, while usually as calm and planning as her; they were planning to leave and rent out there home meaning a lot of work. Surprisingly this evening Hermione had her first and probably last the first-time experience with her parents, take-home pizza. Half melted, and cold in the middle Hermione saw a resemblance to her and her parents' relationship.

'Stop! Stop Hermione, what did we say just a few days ago? Hmm? Yes, that is right, stop thinking those negative thoughts. You are fifteen going on sixteen and about to be parent free. Perhaps you should think about that and maybe take use that rare opportunity that you have never dreamed about but most all other girls ... And boys... Have'.

The evening flew by and all the sudden there she stood, waving goodbye to her parents as they entered the cab and drove off. Wandering back into the now very quiet house and looking around, it felt like a hotel or something similar. Why wouldn't it? It would be rented out to strangers who would decorate and not want unfamiliar memorabilia lying around. Her bedroom had the same hotel-like feeling, odd since her parents didn't take anything from it.

Once again coming face to face with the proof, Hermione decided not to linger. 'Time for some fun' she thought. Looking in her closet, she realised that was not possible; it seemed like time had stood still in there since becoming a witch. Twelve-year-old Hermione's clothes that would not fit and surely look silly on her filled the closet sighing, looking down and finding the well-worn jeans and sweater acceptable she grabbed her bag and got out the door and headed to central London.

The town was buzzing, and the sun was out, Hermione walked around looking for a store that would be suitable. 'F-ing sake Hermione, don't plan, do! Next store you see, you enter!' And that she did. Some dark mystic store filled with black clothing 'Professor Snape would love this place' and a very pierced shop assistant. She walked around feeling very out of place. 'Well Hermione, might not be what you were hoping for but just buy at least one item, okay?' Right.

Finding one was easy enough, a black top 'well, maybe just something else then since it looked so normal'. Hermione stopped by a rack with black leather or fake leather pants. 'Take a walk on the wild side they say' she grabbed the skinny pants tried them on. 'Damn girl! You got some ass' she thought in the most unusual tone of voice. Giving a short 'ehh just go with it' shrug she went to the cashier and paid.

Walking from store to store with some skips she ended up with a vast assortment of clothing. Dresses, shirts, shorts, skirts even some lingerie. Satisfied she returned home deciding tomorrow she might go to Camden market being a Saturday after all. She had been before as a child and had loved the whole atmosphere.

At Camden market the following day she was overwhelmed with the vast amount of people; Londoners, Brits and foreigners surrounded her. Amazing. Spending so much time in the wizarding world she had forgotten there were things she missed out on in the muggle world. Letting the crowd whisk her away she ended up in a shoe store. Boots of all size, high heels that would make her as tall as Snape, 'not in a long shot, shorty' her mind reminded her, she decided on a pair of acceptable height black pumps and a new pair of dark green converse.

Deciding herself brave with a fake tattoo and some other clothing and stuff she got into a restaurant at a sun deck in the hopes of getting something to drink. Standing by the bar in her red skirt and black top from yesterday, her new "tattoo" of a lion 'Gryffindor after all' on the inside of her arm she waited to order when a foaming, cold glass of beer pushed in front of her. Following the very masculine, tattooed and what sure looked like a strong arm up to what it was attached to, Hermione found herself staring into a smiling young man with dark brown short hair. Giving a small smile to hide her awkwardness he spoke to her.

"You looked quite thirsty, don't want to keep such a pretty young lady waiting," the mysterious stranger said.

'Really? That is what you choose to say? Rather cheesy isn't it boy?' She thought to herself before giving a broader smile.

"Thanks, it's true. You are very perceptive" Hermione responded sarcastically, grabbing the beer.

"I am very perceptive, at least when I care," he said.

Hermione almost choked on the drink, not because of the first time trying muggle beer, but due to his reply. Did he say that to her sarcastic response? 'Blimey,' she thought in a very Ronald voice.

"Let's not linger in the bar, I have a table over there," he said and pointed to a small table by the waterside. "By the way, maybe I should introduce myself. Gavin is the name" he said and held out his hand.

"Hermione" she answered took his hand and followed him to the table.

Halfway through the second beer and talking, which she had to lie most of the time being a witch and all, she realised that after four hours of shopping in extreme heat and crowd she was feeling quite tipsy. Having had nothing since breakfast and sitting down the whole time she started to become very on comfortable with the thought of having to stand up. Deciding to finish the beer and head home she upped her drinking.

"So, there is this great place around the corner, 10-minute walk at most, great food, great people. Come with me?" He asked.

Finishing her beer, she stood and thought about how that would end. "Maybe next time Gavin. I am worn out and should head home" she said with a fake apologetic smile.

Turning to walk away he grabbed her hand, which did not sit well with her and said "Not worn out enough darling, I can help you out with that" with a very creepy smile.

'Ugh creep!' She wanted to scream and slap him. Settling with yanking her hand back from his grip, thanking him for the beer she walked away as fast as possible. Not willing to look back until she was back at home.

The next few days flew by, feeling uncomfortable staying at home and determined to follow through with her new way of living she did something bold and so completely not-Hermione every day. She even tried smoking. She had gone back shopping at the same time avoiding Camden market. She was determined to replace that experience but settled with replacing it one step at a time. Going to a local food market she picked out a few beers, trying to look adult enough to purchase them, she got away with no problem and now sat in the backyard in a black bikini, drinking a beer and smoking a fag, being so not-Hermione as possible. 'Fags work well with beer' she thought to herself.

She took a dip in the pool and enjoyed the silence, the tall hedges that surrounded their garden provided much-appreciated privacy. Not playing quidditch there was no other source of training available at Hogwarts, and she looked down her body. 'Not bad' she thought 'but can I keep this up without working out, what about the war?' Being best friends with Harry, she was bound to end up in a fight sooner or later. Magic helps you that far but how could she possible fight Death Eaters, she had to run right or fight them with her fists. Looking at her hands, calloused free and dainty skinny things. 'Na that will not work'. Skinny as her mother she had no muscles at all. Apart from those round shaped thighs, she got from years of horse riding as a child. Walking back to bed after the sun had set and a quick shower she had decided tomorrow she would start the day with a work out session. She knew her mother had some unopened boxes of workout videos downstairs.

Next morning, she set into her training pants and a loose-fitting T-shirt and took if for a morning run. Exhausted she returned after just 20 min, thinking she had been away at least twice as long. Feeling mortified about how utterly pathetic it was.

Days went by, and it was Saturday, dressed in her new black pumps, straitening her hair as much as possible she threw on a lovely dark blue dress, not to over the top. Adding some mascara, black eyeliner and soft red lipstick she went out on her new adventure — the day before she had managed to get a hold of a fake ID after deciding to go out. Walking into the club, she got struck by a heat wave, smell wave and a lot of very sticky people 'Okay, Hermione walk past them... Yeah... Push yourself past them.'

Along the walls were couches and tables, in front of her was a small staircase leading up to another floor overlooking the dancefloor. The dance floor filled with people, girls half naked and guys drooling over them. A band was playing on the small stage up front; the music was not that bad. Finishing her second beer, she put the glass away and entered the dancefloor pushing her way to the centre; she started to dance along and was swept away by the music. Unaware of the man standing on the upstairs walkway staring at her.

Standing on the walkway was the tall, skinny, tattooed, escaped mass murderer Sirius Black. He had been looking for a way out of his first and current prison, his birth home nr 12 Grimmauld Place. Managing to sneak away long enough to get out he was looking for a couple of beers. Mother of even her own mother Molly Weasley had thrown out all HIS beer just because the twins had gotten drunk one evening. Not HIS fault they had snuck out, but that damn woman had blamed it all on him.

Enjoying the fourth beer of the evening, he was leaning on the walkway railing and looking at all the trouble-free youths' downstairs going into sad thoughts about how his youth was just the same up until THAT night. Suddenly there enters a woman, pushing her way to the dancefloor dancing on her own with the flow of music she looked relaxed, completely free of all troubles of the world. It made him slightly jealous and also curious, so he finished the beer and headed downstairs.

Pushing himself towards the centre where he thought she would be and at the same time avoiding the grabbing girls with far too little clothes on. Finally getting to her, he took a long look at her. With her back facing him she had a beautiful dress and such long brown hair that fell to her waist. She turned around and almost came crashing into him, putting her hands on his chest to steady herself, he got a good look at her. A spark of recognition set in, had he seen her before? The moment lasted for a second before she yanked her hands away.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," she said before turning back to walking away from him. Determined not to let her get away he quickly got to his senses and followed her. Finding her at the bar, he just held up two fingers behind her back for the bartender to see.

"Hi there," he said, and she turned around. She looked amazing, beautiful brown eyes and very kissable lips. At the gobsmacked expression on her face, he looked up at the bartender that had just returned with their drinks and paid.

"Hi" she responded with a slight frown on her face. Handing her the beer Sirius took a sip and just looked at her, waiting for her to say or drink. She downed almost half in one go while staring at him. Being such a long time since he been out, even longer since he looked at such a beauty if ever, he didn't know what to say, so he pulled out his fags and held them in front of her.

When she took one, he showed the way to the back door which leads out to the smoking area. She followed him out saying thanks. Realising he couldn't say his name he reached out his hand.

"James"

"Mia" she took his hand and gave him a small but fantastic smile.

Lighting his cigarette, he handed her the lighter. "So, Mia," he said trying out her name for the first time. Looking at her once again, she gave him that look that said she waited for him to continue. He sighed. "It's been so long since I've been out. I'm completely oblivious to what to say when standing here next to such a pretty lady".

She gave him a smirk, seeming to enjoy his embarrassment. "Pretty you say," she said. "Well can't say I've been here before so I wouldn't know, you know you could have gotten away with it" she laughed a bit at his shocked expression. "James, really it's a lovely name. So, what brings you here then?"

Feeling a bit mortified by her smirk and his complete lack of the old Sirius flirtatious Black he quickly shook himself back into action. "Just needing to get away, had been stuck in one place far too long" he was truthful while disregarding telling too much. "What brings such a lovely lady here then?"

She sighed "can't say it's that much different from your reason. Needing to get away." He pondered that for a second. Her eyes seemed to drift off into the distance when she replied — sadness in her eyes.

He drew in the last of the fag and flipped it away. Mias glass nearly empty "How about another round then, maybe we could hit the dance floor, would love to see some more of Mia-moves".

She looked at him shocked for a few seconds until she flipped off her fag. Grabbing her hand, he then proceeded to pull her into the bar, purchasing two new beers and headed to the dancefloor with her. They danced together for what seemed like hours. Refilling their glasses whenever they were empty. The way she moved, her occasional touches with him was exhilarating. He forgot all the troubles in the world, all the pain when they danced, and she looked so happy and free.

Getting closer and closer throughout their dance they soon were just centimetres apart a slow song started, their drinks long lost on a table she looked at him and gave a small smile which he returned. She put her hands on his shoulders, and he put his hands on her waist. Slowly moving together to the slow song, he could feel her breath on his neck. Turning around their eyes met, he flicked his gaze down to those luscious lips and up again. He saw the way her pink tongue licked very sensibly her lips wet and how she bit some at her bottom lip before releasing. He thought that her movement was the most beautiful thing and for sure the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

Slowly leaning in he went for a kiss. Finding it acceptable as Mia tilted her head back to meet him, their lips met in a chaste kiss. The kiss seemed to stop time, he pulled her closer to himself and heard her release a breath in response. It caused him to blink open his eyes seeing her flushed cheeks and closed eyes. He closed his eyes again, dragging his hands up and down her waist while catching at her bottom lip with his teeth. Her lips parted for him, and their tongues met giving away an explosion of feelings. While their tongues battle for dominance her hands flew to his neck and her fingers went through his long hair. The slight touch was more than he had felt in years and more then she had ever felt even if he had no idea of that.

After what felt like forever he became aware of the music changing speed. She too became aware as they were pushed by once again dancing people. Taking her hand in his, he dragged her off to the side, Looking at her he could see her lips had pinked and filled by their intense kissing. She looked at him, grabbed his hand again and processed towards the exit.

"Come on," she said.

Feeling her small hand in his pulling him along he followed. They were outside now, a few people around and he noticed that the night was almost over, must be sometime early morning. She turned towards him, seeming unsure. Once again biting her lower lip so seductively Oh, she probably did not intend for it to be seductive, but he could not help himself. Within a second, he was in front of her and kissing her with all the might he could muster. She returned the kiss eagerly, and as they parted to breathe, they looked deep into each other eyes.

"Come with me?" She asked unsurely and grabbed his hand again.

He nodded, smiled managing to pull out a hoarse "yes".

They walked together holding hands, both tipsy on the verge of being drunk their walk mixing with some tripping. Sirius noticed she seemed to be more unsteady on her feet than him and he looked down seeing the black pumps. He stopped her then, kneeling before her.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"My Lady seems to be wearing some uncomfortable shoes, not willing to let a lady suffer; I figured she might go for a ride" He answered with the most flirtatious smile and winked. He grabbed her foot as she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.

Pulling off both shoes he stood up, turned around and crouched down. "Jump on, your carriage awaits," he said.

She laughed "oh my knight in shining armour; I would love to." She jumped on his back and of they went. Hearing her laugh he decided he could not get enough of it. He neighed and succeeded in hearing her laugh again.

"So, my lady, lead the way, and I shall carry thy there". She leads the way, and after a few minutes, they entered a small street of fancy looking houses.

"It's the last house to the left".

They came up to the medium-sized house he dropped her off at the doorstep pulling out the keys she unlocked and led him in closing the door after him. Immediately upon entering she turned around, pushed him against the door at kissed him hard. His hands flew to her waist as he responded, and they moaned. Her hands were up in his hair again dragging at the strands at his back. He could feel his pulse raising and their kissing getting more intense her body pushed against his and he could feel her entire body moulded into his. He dragged his hands from her waist down to her lovely round ass, and he squeezed and pulled her up. She responded and wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted her up. Between their kisses, he asked "bedroom?"

"Upstairs - first door to - right" she answered in between kisses. He walked up the stairs carrying her, her hands were on his chest and worked slowly on pushing the coat off his shoulders. Extraditing first one arm then to help her, she managed to get the coat off him, and it dropped to the floor.

Coming up to the door she turned the handle behind her, and they walked in, slamming the door shut with his foot. He let her slide down until they wore both standing there. Not ending the intense kissing session her hands came to his hips and found their way under his T-shirt while his hand found the zipper at the back. Pulling it halfway down he felt her trying to remove his shirt raising his hand to help her out he got it of staring intensely into each other. The returned to kissing, and he lowered the zipper pulling her hair to the side, he kissed her neck down her shoulder as he slowly extracted the straps of her dress.

The dress fell revealing her standing nearly naked with only a pair of black knickers and bra. Sirius gulped at the sight of her, letting his eyes travel down her and up again returning to kiss her. His hand roamed her back, up her sides feeling her breasts slowly. Her hands moved down his chest as she unbuckled his belt. He pushed her slowly forward until her legs touched the bed. She had unzipped his pants, and they were hanging loose. Extracting herself from the kiss, she sat down on the bed and scooted up to the centre lying down.

The sight of her made him go wild with lust; she looked like an angel, an angel just for him, his angel. He got back to his senses seeing her smile seductively and removed his pants. He prowled over her as if stalking a pray and kissed her while hovering over her. His hands roamed over her body, kisses trailing from her lips to her chin and down her neck stopping at those places that seemed to make her breath hitch. As he moved his hand to cup one of her breasts his mouth returned to her lips. 'So responsive, so beautiful' he thought. His hand left her chest and travelled south lingering small touches across her flat tummy down to the edge of her knickers.

Suddenly he felt her tense up, stopping the ministrations and looking up at her he noticed her biting her lip and seeming very unsure. Worrying he asked, "Alright, love?".

She took a couple of seconds before placing her hand on his cheek. "Yes...No... I mean... I haven't... Could we not move this fast?" she said. He froze for a second at what she had just said and at the look she gave him. 'Had she never done this? Was she ... a Virgin?' He thought. 'Wait, how old is she? The club had a 20-age limit. I suppose it's not impossible for her to be a virgin at that age but...' shaking himself from his thoughts, he moved away and laid down on her side.

"Sure love, no pressure. Just spending this night with you have been amazing". She smiled in return, and they soon went into a deep sleep hugging each other chest to chest.

R&R

A/N: When I woke up this morning I didn't expect I would be posting this but apparently I did. I said in the top AN that it is stretching what is "OK" now you might know what I am talking about. Neither character is a creep, that is not what is going on and not what I intend. Hermione is acting very odd, that is due to events, she will be more Hermione later on. Please read and review, don't hold back. Don't worry, Sirius will not be a creep.