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UNEXPECTED chapter three

After my shower I changed into my favorite pair of pajamas and headed up to Sirius' floor. It really wasn't something I usually slept in; it was Capri pants and a spaghetti strapped tank. I had several sets in all different colors; they were something I started wearing when I stayed summers with the Weasley's. I wasn't sure if it was proper to knock or if I should just go in but when I got to the landing his sitting room door was open.

Sirius was wearing striped pajama pants and a grey t-shirt that said 'Team Werewolf' on the front and their name or nickname on the back. I had bought all the boys that shirt for Christmas when the muggle book New Moon came out, in honor of Remus. She really could not believe that he was wearing it; in fact it looked pretty worn. It made her smile that someone other than Harry appreciated her gifts.

"Mione, you look lovely." Sirius smiled at her and offered her a butterbeer. "You know I really love your hair short. I liked it long too, but short is really quite beautiful on you."

I was blushing and I knew it. "Thanks, Sirius. I was just tired of messing with it and most people don't recognize me anymore." That was really why I had it cut into this pixie cut last week. I love it, with a small amount of hair potion the curls looked so nice so short.

"You know it reminds me of some of the American movie stars from the twenties and thirties. You have a classic beauty that is really stunning."

"Wow, Sirius, how much have you had to drink?" I laughed.

It was Sirius' turn to blush, "No, I just haven't been able to tell you that I liked it. I am really screwing this up aren't I?" He put his feet on the floor, leaned forward and put his head in his hands.

"Oh, Sirius, I was just teasing. Thank you for the compliment." I walked over to him and sat down on the ottoman in front of his chair. My legs were sort of between but in front of his legs. I put my hand under his chin and lifted his face to look at me, "What are you screwing up? It's just me."

He looked at me with a tenderness that I had never seen before. "I am trying to make you want to stay, Mione. I don't want you to leave."

"Sirius, I-"

"I just want you to feel comfortable here, with just the two of us. Ginny said you'd probably want to move into the flat downstairs. Which is fine with me, I just don't want you to be frightened of living alone with me."

"Sirius, I-"

He sounded almost desperate for me to understand, "Mione, you are precious to me I would never hurt you, please tell me you know that."

"Sirius, for crying out loud stop cutting over me. I am not going anywhere and I am not frightened of you. I actually thought you might want me to move out so that I didn't cramp your style." His hands dropped rest on my thighs, and if my hand hadn't been supporting his chin he would have dropped his jaw into my lap as well.

"What? Cramp my style? Merlin's pants Mione, you are one of my closest mates, why on earth would I want you to leave?"

"Well, I thought you might want to, er… I thought you might be uncomfortable with just me in the house, err… I thought you might want to start dating again and you may not want to bring a woman home if I was here," now I was blushing and avoiding his eyes.

"Oh, Mione, this is your home I would never ask you to leave because I wanted to shag someone. Anyway the only person I am remotely interested in being with just isn't interested in me in that way." Then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. My heavens to Betsy he smelled good, and he was so warm.

When we first met Sirius and even while he was locked up here before he had been proven not guilty, he had really looked like a much older man. Even though he was only thirty-three he looked well into his fifties, but over the last eight years, he had managed to look younger and younger. He really was quite handsome and he looked to be in his mid to late thirties. His hair was shorter now and lustrous, not a hint of grey. His eyes were steel gray but beautiful and when he smiled they lit up the room. He had gotten into great shape remodeling the house and was strong and very well defined from what I could feel as he held me to him. Oh my, I was enjoying him holding me way too much. He was going to think I was a nutter for sure. Make him laugh, oh I love his laugh, no make him laugh and he'll let you go. So I did the only thing I could think to do, "Sirius, did you wear that shirt so you could butter me up so I wouldn't move out?"

Sirius barked out a laugh, "Mione, I love this shirt and wear it all the time when I am just hanging out up here. This is one of the sweetest gifts anyone has ever given me. It supports my oldest friend; it is ironically witty and bloody comfortable too. And, really Mione, it matches the stripe in my pants." He gave me his wolf grin and winked as he set me back on the ottoman. "So what do you want to do, it's pretty late so there won't be anything but music on the wireless, but we could listen and play a game or something."

"Actually I am totally exhausted now. Molly ran me all over wizarding London today and I just need to get some rest because she'll have Gin and I out all day tomorrow decorating the Manor. Hey are you going to be helping the guys with whatever list she gave Arthur? I am honestly tired enough to just curl up right here and sleep." Oh, Merlin did I just say that?

"You'd be more comfortable in my bed than curled up on that ottoman," Sirius' eyes went wide when he realized what he had said but recovered quickly, "unless you are also an animagus too. I bet you would be a beautiful Manx. Although I have to be honest I am more of a dog person myself, but I wouldn't mind chasing you around the room a few times." Then he threw me another wolf grin and I had to laugh.

"Sirius if I don't get to bed soon I won't make it to the Burrow on time and I don't want to be hexed this close to the wedding."

"Yes I will be helping at the manor tomorrow, and you're right, Molly is a task master, but a lovable one. Let me apparate you down so that you don't fall asleep standing up and end up head over tea kettle down the steps." Sirius stood up first and reached for my hand, which he bowed low to and kissed before pulling me up into his arms a swirling us with a pop into my room. We arrived with a small pop and before letting me go, he squeezed me to him, looked me in the eye and gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead. "Night Mione," and he was gone with a pop.

Damn he must think of me as a child, he kissed me on my forehead like my dad and Arthur do. Why am I so bothered by this? It was with this that I went to bed. I slipped out of my pajama set and into my actual favorite sleep wear, a pair of boy shorts and a skin hugging fitted sports tank and was on my way to climb into bed when there was a soft knock on my door. "It's open," I called out. The door opened slowly, I expected it was Ginny with one last late night instruction for tomorrow, but it was Sirius.

"I thought you might want a glass of water from the kitchen. You usually bring one up with you at night." Then he looked at me. His eyes raked over my body stopping for an instant at my hips, then chest but finally resting on my eyes. There was almost a reverence there. He walked over to me, set the glass on the bedside table and mumbled something about being ashamed.

Now, I know I don't have Ginny's willowy figure or Luna's hourglass shape, but I am toned and athletically built for my size. I walked over to the mirror on the closet door and looked at myself, I think my bum is cute and my chest could be bigger but they were firm and perky. "Humph, be ashamed indeed." How dare he treat me like a child? With all the self-righteous indignation I could muster, I climbed in my bed and went to sleep. But it was a restless sleep, I dreamt of Sirius all night. Sometimes he was holding me, sometimes he was kissing me, but mostly he was walking away from me after telling me I looked like a boy.

Sirius' POV

Little did Hermione know that I was standing outside her door, silently berating myself for staring at her in such a state of undress. I walked up the stairs to my room, crawled into bed that night and proceeded to dream of Hermione all night. Sometimes I was holding her stunning body close to me, sometimes I was kissing her beautiful mouth, but mostly I was watching her running away looking horrified and disgusted at me, telling me that I was a dirty old man.