A/N: I love this story, even if you don't :D. I'm home from school right now just to write a bit. I have a short story I'm doing for school similar to this one, only instead of doing Hermione with Sirius, I made my own little character for him. I might post it here when I'm done and continue it out of school. Any who, I love starting these chapters not knowing where the story is going to end up. :3
There is a bit fighting in this chapter, but every story needs conflict to make it interesting!
Disclaimer: Mrs. Rowling created everything. I am just twisting it up a bit.

Once they were back at Sirius' house they didn't speak. Hermione went off to the library, and Harry was playing a game of chess with Ron. Sirius sat on the now visible steps outside of the house with a bottle of fire whiskey. He leaned back against the wall wondering what Hermione was thinking at the moment. Probably too smothered in a book to think. The fire whiskey warmed his body as he took another drink. What is she doing with a guy like Ron? He's a bloody fool. With another swig he sighed.

Someone was walking up the sidewalk towards him. He looked up at the brown eyes that could only be known as Hermione's. Her hair was in soft curls against her chest, she was wearing a very small skirt matched with a small shirt. The bottle fell from his hands and rolled down the steps. She walked slowly to him, leaning down the place a sweet kiss on his lips. He groaned against her lips, pulling her down to his lap. She snaked her tongue into his mouth, their tongues gliding along each other. Sirius could feel her hands running down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt to feel his hard muscles. She pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and started to trace her fingers down to his bulge. He pulled back for a moment, looking around to see if any one was watching, but all around was darkness of the night. She nibbled down his neck, hearing him groan, she traced the marks with her tongue. He gasped as she ran over a sensitive part. He took the front of her shirt and ripped it off. She leaned back for him to get a good look. Underneath was a red lacy bra with a bow in the middle of her swelled breasts. His hands ran under it and groped her breasts, his lips tracing her collar bone. She moaned underneath his touch, clawing at his pants that held his rock hard member. Just a few seconds later she stopped.

"Sirius... wait." Her cheeks were flushed. He looked up at her with a frown. She gave him a wide smile that made his heart skip a beat. But then, her teeth started falling out, and bugs climbed from her mouth. He let out a cry not knowing what to do, the bugs were crawling over her face, and jumping onto him. She grabbed his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him, he tried to get away but couldn't. She stopped and looked behind him with wide eyes. Sirius turned to see Ron standing there with his wand pointed between his eyes.

Sirius jumped up and looked around. He was drenched with cold sweat. Just a dream... He sighed with relief and fell back against the house. The door opened and Harry walked out.

"Hey mate. What are you doing out here? Every one has went to bed." Harry looked at him with concern.

"I was just getting some air; I think I may have lost track of time and dozed off."

"C'mon then, lets get some sleep." Harry went back in with Sirius following. Sirius ran up to his room and collapsed into bed. He stripped off his clothes and threw them across the room. His penis was tenting in his boxers, he was surprised Harry didn't notice it bulging against his jeans. The dream had him aroused, even after the horrific end of it. He pulled his penis out of his boxers and stroked it thinking of Hermione in the red laced bra. He grabbed the sheets as he came close to climax. He conjured a tissue and came into it. The tissue was thrown through the air into the trash bin. He steadied his breathing and went to sleep, hoping for a better dream.

In the morning his head was killing him. He went out of the room to find Harry but the house was still. Shuffling was coming from the library; he slowly made his way into the door. He looked in to see Hermione looking through books. He started to say something but she saw him and got up to leave.

"Oh hello Sirius. Do you need in here? I'll just leave." She said scooping up her books.

"No that's okay. I was wondering if you had any hang over potion." he leaned his head against the cool wall. My head is pounding so hard... or is that my heart...

"Hm, I don't think so... I think Ron took the last of it. I'll make more." She said with a smile, excited to be doing something to keep her occupied. She went to the cupboard to find her ingredients. "Take a seat, it will be about thirty minutes before it's ready." He gladly sunk into his big leather chair, watching Hermione work from memory. She was concentrating on her potion to avoid eye contact. She was obviously regretful for the night before. Sinking his head into the chair, Sirius sighed. She looked up at him with concern. "I'm sorry about yesterday." She looked back down at the potion. "It's not that I don't find you attractive, it's just... Ron. I couldn't do anything like that to hurt him. He's been too good to me." Sirius snorted and she scowled, "You have something to say, Padfoot?"

"He's too immature for you 'Mione. I don't see why you chose him is all."

"Oh please, don't think because you're older that you act more mature!"

"Well at least I know how to please a woman." he said in a huff; folding his arms and glaring at the wall. Hermione laughed.

"And how would you know he doesn't?"

"You all don't even share a bed!" Sirius smirked as she blushed. The potion turned a deep purple as she scooped it into a cup.

"Here." She shoved it into his hand, "Mind your own business." He shrugged and drank it; his head ache went away instantly. Wow... she's really mad... Maybe I should stop? "Don't bloody smile at me, you mutt!" She screamed at him. Nah.

"How can I hide a smile when a beautiful woman is standing before me?"

"Oh save it! I'm not falling for your so called 'charm'.

"You know that you think I'm charming. Admit it 'Mione, you're nuts about me." He winked at her. She felt her knees go weak but wasn't going to back down.

"Yes, and you're also old enough to be my father!" she screamed back at him. He froze in his seat; she hit where it hurt. She's right, though. What's a old bugger like me trying to get a young girl to fancy him.

He sighed, "You're right. I'm sorry Hermione. I'll leave you alone." He left, the hurt he felt shown on his face. She watched him go, knowing she shouldn't have said it. Tears streamed down her face. Little did Sirius know she craved to be with him so much. But she could never betray Ron.

Poor love birds. Review please! Tell me if I made mistakes, or if you have any suggestions! My school just let out for two weeks due to the swine, so I'll be updating more hopefully! 3