After the children were safely with Ginny and Harry, and Hermione had dropped off Ginny's robes, she headed home.

She went straight for the bathroom and began to strip. She ran a hot bath with moisturizing bubbles and climbed in. After carefully shaving, she washed and conditioned her hair. She then laid her head back and closed her eyes, day dreaming about what she and Sirius would be doing on their date. The grandfather clock in her living room chimed 5:30 and her eyes snapped open.

She got out and dried off before wrapping the towel around herself and going to sit in front of her mirror. She carefully applied her makeup, taking care not to use anything too heavy, and spent thirty minutes wrapping her unruly hair into a twist on the back of her head before giving up and allowing the curls to fall softly around her shoulders. She took a moment to use an anti-frizz charm on her hair before thinking about her clothing choices.

Standing up, she went to her wardrobe to pick out an outfit. She pulled out everything that she had purchased the day before, with Ginny, and laid it out on the bed.

First she put away the dress robes and the heavy robes because she knew she wouldn't need either of those. Next she put away the plain jeans and t-shirts because those were too casual. She was left with her silk robes, and her club wear.

Unsure of what to wear, she scribbled a quick note to Sirius.

S-

Muggle clothes or wizard robes?

~Hermione

She called her owl and sent the letter to Sirius, instructing the owl to wait for a reply.

Hermione sat down in front of her mirror again and poked and prodded her hair and touched up her makeup, impatiently waiting for her owl to come back.

Just as she was about to lose her mind, the owl flew back in the window with a note.

We're going to a muggle club tonight. Dress as you wish.

~S

Hermione knew exactly what to wear that would blow him away. Thanking Ginny for buying her the matching pants, she grabbed the vinyl shirt and the pants and went to work lacing them up.

The pants had a thin cord that laced up each leg giving tiny peeks of her creamy thighs here and there. The shirt left little to the imagination, and it gave her the most trouble getting it right.

After at least twenty minutes of trying to tie the shirt correctly and not succeeding, she held it close to her body and ran to the floo. "The parlor, Potter Manor," she said as she threw a handful of powder into the fireplace. She stuck her head in and called out "Ginny? Ginny come here, I need your help!"

Ginny came running into the room and dissolved into fits of laughter when she saw Hermione's half naked torso sticking out of her fireplace. "Get out of the way and I'll come through; I don't think you want Harry seeing you dressed like that to go out with his father."

Hermione stepped out of the floo and through in another handful of powder so that Ginny could step through.

In just a couple of minutes they had her laced up and tied into her shirt.

Ginny let out a whistle as Hermione spun around, showing off her outfit. "Girl, that looks excellent on you. You're going to knock him dead."

Hermione blushed. "Are you sure I look ok? I mean, this is Sirius Black, the biggest ladies man ever born."

Ginny laughed. "The biggest ladies man ever born also happens to be madly in love with you my dear. I'm sure you could wear a pair of Snape's old robes and he'd think you looked like a queen."

Hermione gave Ginny a look that made her dissolve into giggles again. She looked at the clock and her mouth dropped open. She quickly shooed Ginny back through the floor, still giggling, and dropped down in a chair next to the sofa.

It was 6:50 and any second now, Sirius Black would be knocking on her front door.

Hermione heard a loud knock at her door, and a chill ran down her spine.

Willing her legs to work, and hoping that she didn't trip on the way there, Hermione started to the door.

After tripping over her feet only once, she made it to the door and as she pulled it open, her jaw dropped.

Standing before her was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket, with his black, wavy hair hanging around his face, Sirius Black looked good enough to eat.

"Don't you look…..delectable." He said as he looked her up and down, his dark eyes shining.

"I could say the same about you." Hermione replied with a grin.

Sirius pulled her out the door, and after she waved her wand to set the wards, he apparated them to a discreet apparition point in the muggle part of London.

They stepped out of the darkness and onto a street that was flooded with neon lights and Sirius pulled her toward a club with a line that wrapped around the block.

As they approached the bouncer at the door, Sirius waved his hand at his side, and when the bouncer saw them coming, he simply opened the ropes and let them in, saying "Please enjoy yourself, Mr. Black."

Sirius looked at Hermione and grinned. "Shall we go in?"

"I think so," Hermione said, grinning back at him.