The rain was so deafening that Hermione Granger could hardly focus on her book. Currently, she was curled up in one of the over-stuffed armchairs in the library of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Her brown eyes began to feel sore, as she stared so hard at the words that they began to blur.
Groaning, she stood and stretched her arms above her head and soon began pacing the room. It was all his fault. Why did he have to be so alluring? His long, shaggy hair. His silver grey eyes that always showed a hint of mischievousness. His face showed strong aristocratic features that could only belong to the long line of Black.
Hermione groaned sadly when she realized that she wouldn't be able to read anymore of her book, because she was so distracted. She flopped on her back onto the hardwood floor, and stared blankly at the ceiling. "Hermione? Are you okay?" A cold shiver ran up her back as she heard the familiar deep voice of Sirius Black. A blush rose from her neck to her cheeks.
::"Um, yeah." Turning her head she saw the very attractive Marauder smirking at her from the entrance of the library. He chuckled and Hermione felt herself swoon. She always forgot, until he spoke, how low and rich his voice was.
He smiled and walked over to her, lying down next to her. He turned his head towards her, a thick lock of his hair falling gracefully across his forehead. He grinned softly at her and said, "I never really thanked you for bringing me back. It felt like forever when I was in there… Just floating around, useless matter in the useless Veil. I still can't believe you were able to find how to get me back… Well, I guess I shouldn't really be surprised, you are the brightest witch of your age." Hermione blushed and looked up towards the high ceiling.
"No, I just pay attention," she said softly, earning a warm chuckle from her companion.
"Sounds good to me. Although I really wasn't good with that stuff."
"What stuff?"
"Being good. Paying attention." Hermione laughed. She turned to face him, he was currently staring upward. He was wearing a black button up the front shirt. It was unbuttoned so that his long neck showed and a bit of his dark chest hair. She examined his prison tattoos that snaked themselves up from his torso to his neck.
"It's rude to stare, 'Mione." He teased lightly, still not looking at her, but still at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry!" She squeaked. Sirius barked a deep laugh. He then turned to Hermione and watched as she turned three shades of red.
"I'm only joking," he gazed at her, his eyes soft. "Why did you bring me back?" Hermione bit her lip, trying to fight back another flush.
"Well, Harry really loves you and he missed you greatly. It was hard to see him suffer."
"Is that the only reason?" He asked, his eye brow quirked slightly, his lips formed a smug but teasing smile.
"No—" She admitted reluctantly. He chuckled and thought to himself, she is definitely not the bookish stubborn third year girl she was all those years ago. She's become a beautiful women. Well… She still is bookish and very much so stubborn.
"Hermione, what was the other reason you brought me back?" He batted his long eyelashes innocently.
"Well, because I lo-like you!"
"Now, now, 'Mione. You can't lie to old Padfoot and you know it. I mean, I like you too, don't get me wrong, but Ginny likes me, but she didn't bring me back now, did she?"
Hermione smiled. "Fine. Sirius, I love you." She looked up at him, realized she had been staring at his neck for sometime. He captured her lips in a fiery kiss, playfully biting her bottom lip before pulling away. He nuzzled her flushed cheek with his nose and muttered in her ear:
"I love you too, Hermione."
YAY!!!! I wrote this like so long ago. It was actually a really good story, considering I came up with some pretty crappy ones during school. Anyway, Read and Review!