Title: To look through the wrong window.
Summary: Sirius Black and Hermione Granger find themselves falling in love with each other. He starts to date Rosmerta. He dumps Rosmerta. Hermione leaves and returns three years later with Viktor. SBxHG
Genre(s): Romance.
Rated: M (Mature themes.)
Couplings: RonXHermione, ViktorXHermione, SiriusXRosmerta, SiriusXOC, SiriusXHermione.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters belong to J.K Rowling. I own nothing but the plot of this story.
Chapter 1: Prologue.
Sirius Black's eyes were painfully wide when a certain bookworm entered his home with her arm wrapped around Viktor Krums arm. This had not been mentioned in her letter.
It had been five years since the Great War and three years since Sirius had found himself in his own living room with a bunch of stones around him and Harry and Hermione on their knees with their arms sliced open. It had taken him a few long, excruciating minutes to decide what to do and help them. Having only remembered them more or less five years younger he was shocked to find they had grown so quickly and even more shocked to find himself in his own home with a nicely behaving Kreacher then the Ministry of Magic where the battle had gone down.
They had explained what had happened and he was thrown back into hell when he'd been told his last remaining true Marauder mate, Remus Lupin had lost his life, leaving behind a son. A son who was now seated on his grand father, Ted Tonks' lap in a sofa and tugging at his silvery hair with chocolate pudding covered fingers.
Apparently Harry and Hermione had taken on the task of figuring more about the veil when they had completed school, it had taken them two long years to draw the conclusions they had after discovering that people did not die after falling through and instead fell into another world where they were wrapped in an invisible bubble and put to sleep, a world where time did not exist.
After finding a connection between this world, that one and ancient runes they had planned for months for a time when Ron would not be present. This being Hermiones decision, she had admitted, though guiltily that she had doubted he would take it well after finding out that he, his girlfriend or best friend may be killed in the process of bringing back a dead man. Harry had agreed. They had to give up ten years of their own lives to bring him back, but that did not necessarily mean Sirius was only alive for twenty years. He was alive for as long as he could live for, end of it.
Of course, Sirius had given them shit, crap and a load of nonsense. Why'd they bring him back from wherever he was only to find almost everyone he cared about dead? Why were they purposely pulling him into hell? He had refused to speak to them or eat. A childish decision as he was aiming his hurt at Remus' death at them and if it had been Harry alone he'd have packed his bags and left to spend the rest of Rons four week vacation in Athens with him, but Hermione had called him, explained to him and soothed his anger, while she could do nothing for Sirius'. They kept his return silent for months, allowing him to cool.
They had helped, Sirius realized, admonishing the sight of the brunette wrapped around the Quidditch Stare while they spoke to Harry and Ginny and laughed. It was Harrys birthday party and the first glimpse Sirius had caught of Hermione in over thirty months. All of their friends were here, all of the ones who were still alive anyway. They were smiling joyously, singing drunkenly and laughing loudly while Sirius watched from his seat in the darkest corner of the room, practically invisible. His heart was thudding and he couldn't tear his gaze from the sight of her. Her hair was put up and was less frizzy now, but he suspected she must have magicked it a little to give it the shiny-ness.
After he had calmed down and began speaking to Harry and Hermione and even Kreacher again he had found himself spending hours alone in Hermiones company when Harry left to see Ginny, or to a fund raiser. He was amused and slightly exasperated when Hermione constantly chose his library over parties. At first it had been a pattern. Miss one party out of three. Miss one, go two, miss one, go two. Fund raisers for worthy causes were contemplated and she'd go, dressed by Designer this and her make up done by Artist that, looking mouth-wateringly beautiful. Sirius had found himself visualizing her in the smooth little black dress she'd worn to a Charity event while he jacked off.
She went on like this with the parties.
Until he began reading with her and commenting on the books, telling her which he'd already read. She was a good listener, listening attentively. Whenever he had spoken to her he'd found himself the center of her attention, something he loved. It made him feel young again, like the school heart throb he had been, only without the ogling girls that wanted him for his status or looks and instead this girl, much younger then him that was interested, genuinely so. She went to parties less and less, instead spending time with him, and sometimes even trying to cook. She wasn't half bad at cooking, but her specialties lay in books.
A month after his return Ronald Weasley had arrived and upon arriving he and Hermione had had a house shaking spat. Sirius was first to know since his room had been opposite of Hermiones, he woke up in the middle of the night to shouting after Rons Welcoming Back party. He opened his door in time to see Ron leave a bright red hand print on his face, it matched his hair nicely. He'd been having flings and Hermione had found knickers in his suitcase and she dragged him from his room, down the hall and opposite of Harry's to her own room, knowing that Sirius, unlike Harry, would not stop their fight. They had broken up and the only Weasley whose relationship with Hermione had altered besides Ron was Mollys.
Two months after his return they had told Kingsley who was Minister Of Magic and he cleared all Sirius' charges making him a free man and to boot he didn't hold charges against him for being an unregistered Animingus. A party was even held in his honour.
It had taken him three months in her company to realize that he was falling in love with her. He, Sirius Black, was falling in love. Not just with anyone though, with Hermione Granger. Sweet, smart, innocent Hermione Grange who was still virgin and too pure for him because he had never given more then a second thought about any girl he'd wooed or slept with his entire life, whereas she was willing to give up everything for complete strangers.
And then he'd started dating Rosmerta, he made it obvious before he left to Hogsmeade that he'd be asking her out, he'd hinted it over dinner to Harry and Hermione. Harrys eyes momentarily portrayed terror and Hermione had cut in by giving Sirius her good luck. It was one of the most heart breaking things anyone had ever done to him.
A week of portraying false affection and at midnight he had brought her home, both of them were laughing drunkenly. The sofa had been closest, that's what Rosmerta had wanted but he'd persuaded her and carried her upstairs to his room, making sure to make her moan extra loudly.
They'd slept together and he dumped her in the morning. She didn't wait to have breakfast; she shouted at him and ran out half naked. It was noon, he threw on his trousers and went downstairs to see both Harry and Hermione exceptionally quiet, obviously they had heard the screaming match between himself and Rosey, if they hadn't seen her running topless, that is.
Soon afterwards Hermione began avoiding him. Going to parties and every fund raiser she could manage, making sure that even sitting with him would be almost impossible. This went on for two weeks.
It had made him moody.
Then she left. Just like that. She'd told Harry and Ginny that she was leaving. Hell, she'd even told Ron and they had truced --Of all things! But she hadn't told Sirius, Sirius hadn't known until break fast, when Kreacher had actually sniffed for her and began howling.
And then the Owling began. He'd done it out of pure rage at her leaving, anger at her and hurt at her decision to exclude him from her list of people worthy of telling. He'd goaded her, mocked her, there had been no response what so ever.
All he had were his memories.
Until now, now all he had was a drowning feel in his chest, as though he were suffocating. His date, Matilda was the opposite of her boring name. She was blonde and curly haired and beautifully curvy, one of her tits filling both of his hands and great in the sack. Every mans dream. He had been with her for almost two months, feeling that this must mean he was over the brunette. Until she had sent Harry and Ginny a letter announcing that she was returning next week from Bulgaria. She had completed whatever Ministry studies she was doing and noted that she'd make it in time for Harry birthday, she wanted to see everyone at once.
Everyone except me, he thought bitterly, tilting his glass of wine sideways slightly. He was listening in on her conversation with bored but alert ears, until she mentioned him.
"Where's Sirius?"
A simple questioned, it could have been asked out of anything; confusion at his absence, hoping for his demise, etc.
But it had meant she had noticed and he was on his feet, his glass on the arm chair, completely forgotten. And he was making his way towards her without being able to stop.
"Vot is a Sir-yuz?" Krum asked, puzzled.
Ah, so he wasn't important enough to be mentioned to the Quidditch Star. His hand curled into a fist at his side. "I'm a Sirius."
Hermione was quickest to turn and a smile that could brighten a dying mans life was shot in his direction, wide and toothy and her eyes danced with it, making his chest ache. Harry, Ginny and Krum were next to see him.
"And a pretty good one, if I say so myself. Hello Hermione, welcome back." He did not smile, his tone was polite and he kept his gaze firmly locked on hers.
"It's good to see you so well." She said, tearing her eyes away. "This is Viktor Krum. Viktor, this is Sirius Black. Harrys godfather."
He noted with pleasure that her cheeks had had taken a gorgeous pink colour and she could not meet his eye.
"Famous Quidditch Player." Sirius extended his hand to the man that had his arm wrapped around Sirius' brunette.
"You know me?" Krum was pleasantly surprised while he shook Sirius' hand.
"Course I know you, if you hadn't gotten him by that bludger while stupidly flying in mid air waving at a bunch of pretty girls England would have never won the World Cup."
A/N: Well that seemed highly like Sirius to me. If anyone noticed any mistakes in grammar or characterizations please point them out. Also if anyone sees the need for me to get a beta because I've been contemplating the idea and suggestions are loved! I'm looking for a RP partner in HP, details and my MSN are on my profile page.
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