Change for the Better Chapter 1-Love or Lust?
Sirius Black was sitting on the sofa at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, gazing mindlessly into the fire. He was going over all he'd been through in the past few years, trying to capture that slip of a friend Peter Pettigrew. Peter was the reason he was sitting all alone on the faded sofa, with no one around to talk to, with that bloody house elf Kreacher prowling around. While Sirius was gazing at the fire, it turned a greenish color and started swirling a bit, like a sudden wind had blew through the window to disturb the flames. Just then, Harry Potter pulled himself off the floor and brushed the ashes off his clothes. His red-haired friend Ron Weasley did the same when he came through, as did Hermione Granger.
Harry, with his unkempt hair and crooked glasses, had grown taller over the summer, and also with more toned muscle than he had last time Sirius had seen him. Ron had grown very tall, a very common Weasley trait, but still had the same shockingly red hair and his face still dotted with freckles.
Hermione had changed the most out of all the three, though. Her once curly hair, which was almost never under control, had always fallen over her bright brown eyes. Now it shone beautifully, and had grown straight. She had also grown into her womanly figure, with her brand new robes clinging to her every graceful curve. She shook the ashes off of her, and looked around the house, as did the others.
While Sirius gaped at the new Hermione, Harry attempted to make conversation with him. "Sirius, are you okay mate? You're acting like you have a thing for Hermione or something..."
"Don't be ridiculous, Harry. Sirius wouldn't ever think about Hermione like that. She's too young!" Ron yelled, causing Kreacher to stumble in, mumbling about Merlin knows what.
Sirius had also snapped his attention from Hermione when Ron yelled. He was now looking at Harry, clutching his heart dramatically, in the sappiest love voice he could muster, he said, "Harry, what kind of godfather would I be if I fell in love with one of your friends?"
"A bad one," Harry replied.
"Right."
While the boys were arguing, Hermione had been listening soundlessly, taking in the conversation. "Glad to know you guys think highly of me." She said sarcastically. The three boys didn't know whether she was kidding or not, and sat in silence, looking at her blankly. "Oy, I was only joking." She could've sworn she saw their faces relax a little...
'I'm not allowed to like Hermione,' Sirius thought, 'and she would never like me. So why am I still thinking about her?' Maybe it was lust? 'For a 17-year-old? You've been inside this bloody jail cell you used to call home for too long, Padfoot.'
"Sirius? What is your problem today? You're a little, er, out of it." Harry interrupted his thoughts once more.
"I'm fine, Harry. So how have you guys been? You never owled me to tell me you were coming."
"Yes we did, right before we left. I remember!" Just then, Hedwig, Harry's snowy white owl, gracefully flew in and landed on Sirius's knee, dropping a letter onto his lap. Sirius looked at Harry with an ominous look on his face, and Harry just looked back. "Told you." He said nonchalantly.
"Well, you best send it a bit sooner next time. I could have been naked or something. Would you want to see me naked?" Sirius asked, trying to suppress his grin that was forcing its way to his face.
'I would like to...' Hermione thought silently, her eyes widening with realization at what she was thinking. 'Merlin, it's just Sirius, Harry's godfather. He would never like you, 'Mione.' She glanced over to Sirius, and he also looked like he was thinking about something. He looked to Hermione, and their eyes met for the second time that night. This time neither looked away, and each knew what the other was thinking.
Harry and Ron slowly looked from Sirius to Hermione, who were looking intently at each other. Ron loudly cleared his throat, causing the 3 others to jump.
"Right, how about some food, Sirius? I'm hungry!" he whined.
"You're always hungry, Ron. We just stopped at Honeydukes before we came! You can't possibly be hungry." Hermione complained, but was cut off by a loud growl coming from Ron's stomach.
"I beg to differ."
"Alright, let's go eat something. I'm rather hungry too." Sirius interjected.
"Aye" Harry agreed. Hermione just scoffed and followed the boys to the kitchen, forgetting about what they actually came here for in the first place.
Oh yay a new story. This if for the Siri/Mione challenge. Whoooo. I wrote this in about 10 minutes, while I was waiting for my school bus to get to my stop. I was hungry at the end, so I finished it there and ate a Pop- tart. Please review, flames always welcome.
Sirius Black was sitting on the sofa at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, gazing mindlessly into the fire. He was going over all he'd been through in the past few years, trying to capture that slip of a friend Peter Pettigrew. Peter was the reason he was sitting all alone on the faded sofa, with no one around to talk to, with that bloody house elf Kreacher prowling around. While Sirius was gazing at the fire, it turned a greenish color and started swirling a bit, like a sudden wind had blew through the window to disturb the flames. Just then, Harry Potter pulled himself off the floor and brushed the ashes off his clothes. His red-haired friend Ron Weasley did the same when he came through, as did Hermione Granger.
Harry, with his unkempt hair and crooked glasses, had grown taller over the summer, and also with more toned muscle than he had last time Sirius had seen him. Ron had grown very tall, a very common Weasley trait, but still had the same shockingly red hair and his face still dotted with freckles.
Hermione had changed the most out of all the three, though. Her once curly hair, which was almost never under control, had always fallen over her bright brown eyes. Now it shone beautifully, and had grown straight. She had also grown into her womanly figure, with her brand new robes clinging to her every graceful curve. She shook the ashes off of her, and looked around the house, as did the others.
While Sirius gaped at the new Hermione, Harry attempted to make conversation with him. "Sirius, are you okay mate? You're acting like you have a thing for Hermione or something..."
"Don't be ridiculous, Harry. Sirius wouldn't ever think about Hermione like that. She's too young!" Ron yelled, causing Kreacher to stumble in, mumbling about Merlin knows what.
Sirius had also snapped his attention from Hermione when Ron yelled. He was now looking at Harry, clutching his heart dramatically, in the sappiest love voice he could muster, he said, "Harry, what kind of godfather would I be if I fell in love with one of your friends?"
"A bad one," Harry replied.
"Right."
While the boys were arguing, Hermione had been listening soundlessly, taking in the conversation. "Glad to know you guys think highly of me." She said sarcastically. The three boys didn't know whether she was kidding or not, and sat in silence, looking at her blankly. "Oy, I was only joking." She could've sworn she saw their faces relax a little...
'I'm not allowed to like Hermione,' Sirius thought, 'and she would never like me. So why am I still thinking about her?' Maybe it was lust? 'For a 17-year-old? You've been inside this bloody jail cell you used to call home for too long, Padfoot.'
"Sirius? What is your problem today? You're a little, er, out of it." Harry interrupted his thoughts once more.
"I'm fine, Harry. So how have you guys been? You never owled me to tell me you were coming."
"Yes we did, right before we left. I remember!" Just then, Hedwig, Harry's snowy white owl, gracefully flew in and landed on Sirius's knee, dropping a letter onto his lap. Sirius looked at Harry with an ominous look on his face, and Harry just looked back. "Told you." He said nonchalantly.
"Well, you best send it a bit sooner next time. I could have been naked or something. Would you want to see me naked?" Sirius asked, trying to suppress his grin that was forcing its way to his face.
'I would like to...' Hermione thought silently, her eyes widening with realization at what she was thinking. 'Merlin, it's just Sirius, Harry's godfather. He would never like you, 'Mione.' She glanced over to Sirius, and he also looked like he was thinking about something. He looked to Hermione, and their eyes met for the second time that night. This time neither looked away, and each knew what the other was thinking.
Harry and Ron slowly looked from Sirius to Hermione, who were looking intently at each other. Ron loudly cleared his throat, causing the 3 others to jump.
"Right, how about some food, Sirius? I'm hungry!" he whined.
"You're always hungry, Ron. We just stopped at Honeydukes before we came! You can't possibly be hungry." Hermione complained, but was cut off by a loud growl coming from Ron's stomach.
"I beg to differ."
"Alright, let's go eat something. I'm rather hungry too." Sirius interjected.
"Aye" Harry agreed. Hermione just scoffed and followed the boys to the kitchen, forgetting about what they actually came here for in the first place.
Oh yay a new story. This if for the Siri/Mione challenge. Whoooo. I wrote this in about 10 minutes, while I was waiting for my school bus to get to my stop. I was hungry at the end, so I finished it there and ate a Pop- tart. Please review, flames always welcome.