A/N: I'm stalling myself with these little stories. I must stop!
Sirius was taking a midnight walk by the lake when he spotted her. He wasn't sure if it was the first time he had seen her like this but the feelings confused him, even scared him. Her wild chestnut hair blew around in the wind, making her appear savage and untamed. Her womanly figure was silhouetted against the night sky.
"Hermione," he groaned.
Maybe the wind had carried his desire on its ever-swirling currents or maybe she had seen his reflection in the black water; either way, she turned around, a grin dancing across her features. Come here, she mouthed.
He obeyed like a puppet with his strings being pulled. Swiftly, his feet carried him the 50 meters to where she stood next to the glossy waters. She looked him in the eyes; all his feelings for her came rushing into the front of his thoughts.
"Kiss me," she whispered, stepping closer.
"You read my mind," was all Sirius could manage before crashing his lips down to hers.