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Flatmate
"I need a favor Sirius."
Sirius raised an eyebrow at his Godson's tone. He sounded a bit strangled.
"Sure. What is it?" He set down his newspaper.
Harry fidgeted and wouldn't meet his eyes. "It's Hermione." He admitted. "She… uh…" His voice broke.
Sirius's other eyebrow raised. Well, this was interesting.
"She needs a flatmate!" He blurted. "Ginny wants me to move in with her and Ron has Pansy. She's going to be alone and the Ministry doesn't pay enough to cover the bills and rent by herself."
Sirius cocked his head. "You want me to move in with her?"
"It's only temporary." Harry promised. "Please Sirius."
Well, it wasn't like he enjoyed living at Grimmauld. The place was as cheerful as Azkaban, even with all of his mother's old crap thrown out. He still couldn't figure out how to get her ugly mug off the wall either.
He shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
And that was that.
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Another story, but told in snippets. It's going to be a Sirius/Hermione pairing so flee now or you might get dragged in!