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Chapter 4
Sometimes, Sirius can be absent minded. He may have forgotten one small, minor, detail one Tuesday morning. In which he still blames Kreacher.
But not before he found out lovely news in regards to his sexcapades.
When Fred and George had come by on the weekend with some new product, they had heard all about Sirius' grievous error. Courtesy of one, Ginevra Weasley.
After hearing Sirius' version of events they both laughed but exchanged a look when they heard Hermione had fled the scene.
"Sorry mate, you deserve it." George had conceded as Fred smirked. 'Of course,' He thought, 'the Weasley men would turn on me and go all big brother.'
"You're just lucky Mum hasn't found out." George kept laughing.
"Or Andy. You know she loves Mione as much as Mum does." Fred reminded him. Sirius swallowed hard. He didn't want to think about what his cousin and the Weasley Matriarch would do to him. "I mean, Hermione takes Teddy as much as she can and Andy loves her for it."
"That's it? No pranks? No, 'hurt Hermione and you'll get our rath'?" Sirius laughed patting the boys on the back. Fred and George exchanged a smile. "That is not a look that makes me feel safe boys.." Sirius sat down in the chair.
"No more Amelia?" George asked while putting up an example of a small display for the store in the library.
Fred wrinkled his nose, "Such nice legs wasted on such a cow. Amelia Plett, always was a bit of a snob. Would it be too much to think she did that on purpose to Hermione?" George looked sidelong at his brother and continued to keep busy. Sirius' head snapped up.
"What do you mean?"
George put down the product he'd been taking out of his bag. "Look, we've heard there are a few women who you've interacted with, who talk. Y'know talk about you."
"How do you know that?" Sirius leaned forward.
"Angelina came in a couple weeks ago. Said she had been in at the Leaky, picking up some presents for Christmas. You know Ang, always getting things done early. Right mad she is when she's pregnant. Organizes my shop, puts product she shouldn't be handling away-" Fred rolled his eyes.
"Anyways, Ang told George and I, that her and Alicia heard this group of women talk about you and Hermione. I don't know what you've told them or done to them. Quite the heart breaker our Padfoot. They were talking about Hermione like she had done something personal to them."
"She never did anything to them. If anything, she didnt acknowledge them...I mean, I didn't tell them anything about Kitten! Well...there was that one time with Mary..."
"The one with the magicked on eyebrows?" George laughed.
Fred laughed and said lowly, "Muggle Tequila. It can make anyone look like they have their own eyebrows."
"Ha-ha boys. Yes, that one. Well we were you know, messing about and I may have said Hermione's name..." Sirius rubbed the back of his neck. The twins dropped their product and stared widely at him.
"That explains a lot." They said in unison.
"Padfoot, did you do this with more than one of your ladies of the night?" Fred asked seriously.
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "No...yes. ..I'm not sure. I think I may have. You know boys, alcohol is a wonderful thing but leaves the mind foggy sometimes."
The Weasley boys looked at him without laughing.
"Sirius, this isn't good. Hermione probably had no idea that these women may very well have a hate on for her. I'll make sure to talk to Kings and Harry about keeping an eye on them. I have to go to the Ministry next week anyways" George said having resumed his final touches on the display.
"Have to get our permit for an event in Hogsmeade for next weekend. Should be quite the show. We've got this whole new line of products for the store opening." Fred beamed. Then he sighed.
"Padfoot, you know we'll always gave your back-"
"-but Hermione is like our little sister." George looked at him with a raised brow. Sirius put his hands up in defeat.
"Alright boys, do your worst. I deserve it."
"We said like our sister." Fred chuckled.
"Too fit of an arse to be our actual sister." George agreed.
"Oi!" Sirius laughed.
"Honestly, don't bugger this up. She's an incredible woman-"
"-bloody scary -" Fred laughed.
"But brilliant." Sirius finished.
They laughed and finished their discussion on new products and displays for the store opening in Hogsmeade. He wished their conversation had have left him settled however knowing there was a group of women with blood out for his head was not comforting.
It was the following Tuesday morning and Hermione still hadn't spoke to him for more than a week. And it was driving him insane. Sure, he had been on the receiving end of her infamous silent treatments before but never this long.
He was worried. Very worried. He had thought he made a breakthrough this morning. They had both ended up in the kitchen at the same time. She had been immersed in a book on centaurs.
"Morning." He smiled tentatively and she hadn't made any indication that she even heard him come in.
"Beautiful day today. Might go for a run and chase some squirrels." He sipped his coffee, waiting for a snort of laughter or any sign or humour.
And nothing.
Hermione turned the page of her book, still acting completely oblivious to him.
He narrowed his eyes. 'challenge accepted.' He thought. He slowly and quietly moved to stand behind Hermione and began to read over her shoulder.
Hermione tensed knowing he was behind her. She could almost feel the pull to lean into him, he was that close. She closed her eyes to steady her breathing. She inhaled slowly, she smelled his wonderful scent of leather, a hint of lemon, amber and woody accords of cedar. She'd never tire of his comforting smells. She stopped herself from sighing dreamily.
" 'The partnering and mating of Centaurs depends on which harras they belong to. Their mate is predestined by the stars upon their birth. Very rarely does a Centaur choose their mate. Centaurs feel what they describe as a natural pull, to their life mate...' That's awfully squishy for a Centaur."
Hermione jumped high in her seat and turned to face him. Unfortunately, she hadn't realized how close he had been standing. They were mere inches away from their noses touching.
Neither of them spoke. Sirius was too worried about scaring her off, he wanted nothing more than to capture her lips and forget all that happened. His stare was intense. When Hermione saw his eyes drift to her lips her heart stuttered. Butterflies started in her stomach and threatened to escape if she opened her mouth.
"Sirius?" A female voice called from the library.
Both Hermione and Sirius jumped apart.
"Sirius darling. I know you're there."
Recognizing the voice, Hermione got up and glared at him.
"You...you mongrel!" She shouted.
"Kitten please-"
"Don't 'Kitten' me. Go answer your floo call, your girlfriend is waiting. I have work to do." Cursing, he followed Hermione out of the kitchen and made his way to the library.
There is the fireplace bobbed Amelia Plett's head with her large white smile beaming up at him. Kreacher had said she wasn't allowed back a Grimmauld but he obviously didn't erase her memory of Sirius.
"There you are darling. Are we still on for tonight?" She asked.
"Er, right. About tonight Amelia...I don't think it's a good idea." He heard a very unlady like snort come from the hallway and fast footsteps ascending on the stairs. He knew Hermione had been listening in.
Amelia pouted. "Oh, why not? Well I'm available any night to, help you...take a load off." She winked. Sirius repressed a shudder. Why had he thought her attractive?
"Like a bloody prayingmantis." He mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Oh, uhm, nothing. Look, you're a...nice witch Amelia. I just don't think I am ready for a committed thing between us."
She laughed again.
"Darling, I never said we needed to commit. A bit of fun is all. So tonight, then?"
Sirius shook his head.
"No. I don't want to see you at all. I don't want fun, I don't want you."
He hadnt intended to be so harsh but the woman was bloody persistent.
She glared at him through the fire.
"You'll regret this, Sirius Black."
He threw the closest thing at the fireplace once she was gone. Which happened to be a priceless vase.
She wasn't supposed to have knowledge og Grimmauld!
"KREACHER!" He roared.
pop!
"Yes Master Black?" He bowed.
"You said that Miss Plett wouldn't know where Grimmauld is, why can she floo? Why did she think we were still together?"
Kreacher smiled wickedly.
"Kreacher say Miss not allowed back at House of Black. Kreacher say miss does not know House of Black. Kreacher not say that Master Black does not be existing. Kreacher not say floo is closed."
Sirius growled.
"Get out."
A/N: Kreacher said he erased her memory or revoked her right, if you will, of Grimmauld place. He didn't say he erased her memory of dating Sirius. Come on, Kreacher isn't that nice. As for the floo call, you can still floo call someone if you do not know their home location. If it is connected to the floo network you can get a floo call.
