Title: Kinda Crazy
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Hermione/Sirius
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 441
Summary: Sirius never fails to make Hermione laugh.
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: March Event - Jewel Day Challenge - Lapis Lazuli- Ring: Write about Hermione Granger.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Daily Prompt Inspiration Thread - (Dialogue) - "If I were off my rocker, would I take a weekly selfie with my cat?"
Hermione walked into the house and raised her eyebrows at the sight of a large black dog chasing a cat. She could tell there was no malice within the chase; it was for pure fun. She watched the scene in amusement as something in her stomach fluttered.
When the dog noticed her presence, he transformed into a man—a man she was intimately familiar with. "Hermione!" Sirius Black yelled joyfully.
"Sirius, you do know your nuts, right?
Sirius arched an eyebrow and plastered a smirk on his handsome face. "If I were off my rocker, would I take a weekly selfie with my cat?"
Hermione inelegantly snorted. Ever since she introduced him to Muggle cell phones and the ability to take pictures of yourself with one, he had become obsessed. "I think you're off your rocker because you're a dog animagus and you have a pet cat," she exclaimed.
"You like me because I'm off my rocker.'
"If that's what you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead."
Truthfully, it was one of the reasons she loved him. No matter how bad she felt, he could always put a smile on her face. It was one of his many gifts. Considering how tense she could sometimes be, she needed someone that was a bit more lighthearted and laid back. They were a good balance. He helped her to relax and have fun, and she could get him to focus and take certain tasks seriously when the time called for it.
The cat, Stallion—And really, that was such a Sirius name—jumped into Hermione's arms. Ever since Crookshanks death, she hadn't felt ready for a new pet. Instead, she showered Stallion with all of the love and affection that she could. And Stallion totally lapped up the attention
Sirius stood up and walked towards her. When he got within touching distance, Stallion jumped from her arms, which allowed her the freedom of wrapping them around his neck.
Sirius' smoldering eyes stared deeply into her. "Are you okay?"
That was a loaded question. She sometimes had good days and sometimes had bad days. It was a part of the PTSD she was diagnosed with after the war. And she wasn't the only war veteran to have that diagnosis. Like how Sirius helped Hermione, Luna helped Harry and Lavender helped Ron. "I'm good," she promised.
And she was. She didn't stay over at Sirius' house every night, and some nights when she slept alone, she suffered from nightmares. Fortunately, last night was not of those nights.
He smiled and leaned down for a soft, undemanding kiss.
She happily returned it.
Note: I'm not quite sure how this went from lighthearted to tense. Thy muse is tricky.