Hey reviewers,

It's an extra short chapter but it's sososososooo cute! I hope you'll enjoy

Cara

The minute Charms was out, Hermione raced down the hall, sweating at the thought of what she was about to do. Her face was furiously changing from red to redder. Hermione's heart fluttered with anxiety and her stomach flopped nervously. Where was he? Suddenly, about 50 yards away, Hermione spotted Sirius talking to Remus.

"Sear-he-is!" Hélène called. Sirius looked over to the red-faced girl with a grin. As she came over, there was a pause between Remus' and Sirius' stern faced discussion. It broke up before Hermione could catch any last words.

"Err... Sear-he-is, May I… err, talk vith toi… alone?" Sirius winked at Remus and trotted off after Hélène to talk alone.

"What's up?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Vell, there's dees Sleeth-air-enn today--- I theenk hees name ees Malfoy--- and 'E –err- asked moi out on a date," Hélène said. She gazed at the furious fire within Sirius' eyes as they ignited with a passionate anger.

"Listen, Hélène," Sirius cut in, "there's something you need to know about Slytherins…The whole lot of 'em are a bunch of gits! They lie for personal gain, they manipulate others, and they pass judgment on a person by how pure his blood is! Stay away from them- especially Malfoy."

Hermione listened guiltily as he rattled off the 3 vile traits of Slytherin that she had executed that very same day! She had lied to Malfoy so she wouldn't have to date him… She also tried to manipulate her situation, and, by doing so, she had told Malfoy that she was going out with the best of the best- a pureblood! Everything was going wrong.

"Okay, but--" Hermione tried to voice out. She was interrupted by Sirius' insistent ramblings.

"Oh ho ho! If I had been there! I would've cursed him until his—"

"Sear-he-is!" she yelled over him. "Shut up! I told heem I was go-heeng out veeth you!" she blurted out angrily. Instantly, she realized what she had said and slapped her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide with the shock of what she had said.

"You… what!" Sirius asked surprised. Hermione, eyes instantly downcast, answered sheepishly.

"Err- Sar-he, Sear-he-is…I shouldeen't 'ave said aney-sing… like zat… but," Hélène sighed unsure of how to phrase it, "I guess… I…" another sigh came with rising embarrassment. "vell…" Was there ANY way to say this! Her face was getting hotter by the second, "I dunno…. umm…. "she trailed off ," vell, I'll see you at lunch." highly pink in the face, Hermione quickly turned and walked, head down, blushing fervently.

Sirius had recovered from his daze.

"Hélène wait!" Sirius yelled. A couple of people turned their heads- most importantly Hélène's twisted around at the noise.

Sirius jogged up to her and stood a half-head taller than she. With elegance and grace unheard of, Sirius gently lifted her face and met it with a bedazzling, spectacular, full-on, French kiss. Hermione, caught by surprise, melted with the warmth of it. She quite surprisingly, found herself kissing him back. It was a taste of Heaven. His midnight, black bangs tenderly brushed her cheek as he pulled out of the kiss.

(Meanwhile a group of first years gawked openly at the display of affection.) Hélène couldn't help but smile.

Sirius leaned in, whispering delicately in her ear, "I'll see you at lunch."

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