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Hermione was awoken to the sounds of the garbage truck.
'Oh, New York.' Hermione thought ruefully as she threw her comforter off her body and propped herself up on the elbows and looked at the clock. 3:12. Damn. If anyone from her old life was to hear that Hermione Granger, The know-it-all, bushy haired, rule follower was waking up in the late afternoon after drinking and dancing all night at a club, they would have sent for a healer at St. Mungo's to have that person tested.
But here she was, doing just that. It had become routine for her, that she fell comfortably in. She would Wake up in the late afternoon, sometimes not alone, eat, get dressed, go out with the girls, go home, have a nap, eat again, and then go to the club for her shift. Then, after she would get home, she would strip down to her underwear and pass out on her bed. And the cycle would repeat again.
'Well, it's a better life then you we're living before.' A little voice in her head called out, bringing with it flashes of images Hermione did not want to see. She closed her eyes tight and sighed. She would not think about that, she told h erself. But after seeing those men, after seeing the almost horrified look in Harry's eye caused everything she tried to bury inside of her were floating to the surface. She got up off her bed, clad in only her bra and knickers, to go to her little fridge in the kitchen opposite from her room. She took out the milk to make her breakfast.
A girl withering on a manor floor, screaming as another curse was sent her way. "Stupid Mudblood! Tell me how you got the sword! CRUCIO!" A voice called out. She screamed again as the pain consumed her.
She shook her head to clear it. She would not think about that. Never again. But despite her thoughts, she couldn't help but glance down at her arm. Uncovered by both clothes and make-up, the word 'Mudblood ' could be faintly seen where Bellatrix carved it into her arm.
She forced her arm down, out of her sight. She fixed up her bowl of cereal and sat down at the dingy table. And, like every time her past memories would try to resurface, she sang. She became more and more familiar with Muggle music when she left and American soon after she came to New York. She loved going to shows whenever she didn't have work. She quickly got up and turned on her radio. The familiar beats and rhythms filled the air as a song came on. She smiled and began dancing around. She could care less that she was wearing barley anything as she danced over to her windows and pulled back the red blinds. Sunlight poured onto her and bathed her in the warmness as the chorus came on.
"So we dance, and we laugh, and we touch, touch, touch…" She sang and continued to dance.
"Gonna party all night till the sun comes up 'casue it feels like the world disappears around us." She smiled as the upbeat song washed all her worries away; leaving behind just a girl dancing around and letting the music over-take her.
"When we dance and we laugh, and we touch, touch, touch..."
"I was planning out my party runnin' errands 'round the city, bags full of alcohol and chocolate chip cookies…" Her singing was cut off by a knock at her door. She ran over to her bedroom and threw on a white button up shirt that fell to mid-thigh and went to answer the door, music still blaring around her.
As she opened the door, her smile dropped from her face when she met the familiar grey eyes of Sirius Black.
'The plan is perfect,' Sirius thought as he made his way over to a dingy apartment complex across from the club they went to last night, 'She'll never know what hit her.'
The plan he was referring to was Severus' concoction. It didn't involve a lot of physical labor, but it was going to take a lot of convincing on Sirius' part. He would go up to Hermione's apartment and convince her to let him in. But unknown to her, Harry would be hiding under his invisibility cloak and sneak in behind him. While He distracted her, Harry would go into her bedroom and cast a few enchantments on some of Hermione's possessions, like a hairbrush and a shoe. Then he would pretend to give up, and leave with Harry. Later, they would activate the spells and everything would fall into place.
As he entered the dingy lobby, he quickly went over to the front desk where a bored looking muggle doorman was sitting. "May I help you?" the man, asked in a monotone.
"Yes," Sirius replied, "I was wondering which number apartment belonged to a Hermione Granger?" They were taking a chance with this. They didn't know if she was using a fake I.D. Judging by the look of understanding on the doorman's face, it was worth the risk.
"Miss Granger's apartment is number 3F. But let me worn you, She's a feisty one." The man informed him and went back to reading his Muggle sport's magazine.
Sirius smiled and made his way to the elevator. He pressed the button and waited for it to come down. When the elevator dinged, he waited until he felt Harry go in; then he joined him and pressed the 3 button. "You ready?" Harry asked him as the doors opened. Sirius nodded and walked out of the elevator and down the Hallway. 3A, 3B, 3C, 3D, 3E…3F. Perfect. He knocked on the door and cocked his head to the side. He could hear music coming from the other side of the door. Then, the door was thrown open, revealing a mused looking Hermione Granger. Her crazy hair was a wild mane of curls running down her back, and she was barely clothed. She was wearing a red set of underwear, and a button up shirt. Her face was flushed, and she had a smile on her face until she realized who it was.
"What do you want?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips. It didn't the desired effect, because it just opened her blouse, showcasing her lovely body to Sirius. Yes, she was beautiful, but that wasn't the point. He needed to get inside.
"May I come in?" He gestured into the room Hermione was standing in.
"Not unless you tell me why you are here." Hermione answered.
"I only wish to talk, sweetheart. No worries." Sirius said with a wink.
Hermione sighed and signaled him to come in. She turned and walked back into her apartment. Sirius followed, putting a hand on the door to discreetly let Harry in. He looked around at the small flat. To the left of him was a simple old-looking red love seat, with an equally as worn coffee table in front of it. The table, of course, was piled high with books, some laying open, some closed and stacked high. He smiled inwardly; some things about this girl would never change. As he looked to his right, he saw what he suspected was a kitchen… even though it didn't look like one.
There was a small table in the middle, with a forgotten bowl of cereal and a carton of milk lying on it. Then the fridge, if you could call it that, was as tall as a house elf. He couldn't imagine being able to fit food in there; even the hotel fridge was bigger than that. Above the so called fridge were cabinets- again, small, and they looked as if they were about to fall of their hinges. But, Sirius noted, against the white paint, were designs painted in a beautiful burgundy. Swirls, dots, and shapes took up the cabinets. He didn't know Hermione was able to paint.
Speaking of the Girl in question, he turned around, looking for her. He caught something pale form the corner of his eye- he quickly turned again, and found himself staring through two double glass doors, hungrly looking at the witch. She had taken off the button down; now he had a nice view of her delectable bum. He aslo noticed something red on the back of her hip…
'Is that what I think it is? No way, 'Mione would never get a tattoo…' His suspicions were confirmed when he took a step closer. Yes, there it was. On the far left of her hip, right above her bum, was a tattoo. A muggle tattoo- one that is done by needles. It was a symbol of some sort- a rune. A magical rune. Odd… if she didn't want to be a part of that world, then why would she have something permanently stamped on her skin?
"Um…hello?" He heard Hermione say. Crap. He saw caught staring…at his godson's ex-best friend. Not. Cool. He cleared his throat and started reciting the script Severus drew up and made him memorize last night.
"How 'bout we sit right here?" Sirius asked first, patting the kitchen table. Hermione nodded, a look of thoughtfulness on her face. She quickly walked over and sat down. Sirius followed suit.
"So…" Crap. He didn't know where to start. All he could think about was her flawless skin and cute arse and hot little tattoo…
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Well That's it? Ok, thanks for the pep talk. Now you and your friend can leave now." She turned around and called off into her bedroom "You can come out now, Harry!" She said with a smirk on her face.
Looking sagged with defeat, Harry walked out of the bedroom, his invisibility cloak in hand.
"Um, Hi Hermione…" Harry said awkwardly.
Sirius clapped his hands, trying to not look disappointed or impressed. "Well, we must be going." Harry took that as an invitation to book out the door.
Hermione slowly stood up, and Sirius once again had to try not to stare. It didn't help that she moved her hips from side to side slowly as she walked around the table to him. He stood up, and their bodies were only inches apart. She took a step towards him, which he returned with a step back. They continued this until his back hit the door.
She stood up on her tip toes, her breath tickling his ear. "If you ever, try that again," She whispered sexily in his ear. "I will personally hunt you down and make you regret it."
"Is that a threat," He croaked out, "Or a promise?"
She smirked. "Let's just call it both." With that, she shoved him out the door and closed it.
Sirius shook his head and started down the hall to where Harry was waiting at the elevator.
'Women.' He thought and shook his head.
There is chapter two, folks! Did you like it? I Hope you did! I know it's a bit shorted than the other one, but i have to get the plot going. Not to mention I didn't have a lot of a song this time. Oh, and the song featured in this chapter is called 'Touch' by Natasha Beningfeild.
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Love, Carrie