Written for fanfreak121's daily AU prompts: [Muggle AU. Optional Prompts: Cell phone, Café, surprise, picnic.] Thank you to fanfreak for running the challenge! :)

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Hermione ran into the busy, London cafe where she knew Sirius would be waiting. This is where they had first met, after years of fighting and not getting along, she had met him here in this cafe while she'd been waiting tables...And at first, she had absolutely, positively hated him. Hated his guts. And argued constantly with him...In fact, when they finally started dating, they continued to argue or rather Hermione would argue with Sirius, especially about the rights of house-elves and how he mistreated Kreacher...but lately, god, despite the way he pissed her off last night when he went drinking...oh god she couldn't stay mad at Sirius anymore...she just...cared for him too much.

Hermione bit her lip and pressed her hands on her hips, smoothing over her cardigan sweater over her jeans. She didn't put on any makeup and she probably looked like a complete mess...but Sirius always made her feel beautiful, always appreciated, always smart and brilliant.

"Oh, Sirius," Hermione thought, "I'm so sorry I screamed at you yesterday."

She didn't care about the arguments they had in the past or even last night; she only knew one thing, finally, after so long of denying it and trying to hide it and then dating the wrong guys over and over again...

Oh my god... Hermione bit her lip and her heartbeat was already panicking and beating frantically as she finally opened the door to the small, London muggle cafe and saw, the man of her dreams, Sirius Black sitting there drinking a pot of coffee noodles (because Sirius was still quite clueless about ordering muggle food and for some reason thought cafe lattes came with noodles.)

"Sirius," she panted.

The beautiful, older man's heroic grey eyes immediately lit up when he saw his favourite 'girl' had just come in. Though Hermione was far past being a girl anymore, she was a grown ass woman in her twenties...and crazy as hell about this handsome aristocratic man before her.

"Sirius," she repeated. Her eyes dragged over Sirius's fancy black leather jacket and tight jeans; he looked good enough to eat and she had to control her racy thoughts under control...until later.

"Yes, love what is it?" Sirius grinned widely and patted the seat across from him so she could sit her tight ass down. "Don't wear out my name just yet, save that for tonight..." the older man chuckled, winking.

"Sirius, keep the joking for later, I have something very serious to tell you." But then Hermione grimaced when she realised she'd just created the perfect opportunity for a pun. "Nevermind, about the serious part, I just mean..."

Sirius Black grabbed her hand from across the table and held it between his own two hands. "Don't worry love. I know what you're going to say."

"You do?" Hermione's eyebrows shot up, she was thinking 'how could Sirius possibly know what I'm going to say?'

Sirius gave her a dashing, debonair smile. "Of course, I do, Mione. I know you like the back of my hand. You were going to say 'Sirius I'm crazy about you, you're the sexiest man I have ever met and I can't get enough of you!'"

"SIRIUS, THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY."

"It wasn't? I could've sworn it was."

"NO!" She blushed. "Although it is true...but nevermind!"

"Then what's the problem?"

"I don't know."

"Then let's order!" Sirius exclaimed and got her a chamomile tea. He then proceeded to tell her that he had planned a vacation just for the two of them: they would be going to picnics and wine tasting in the French countryside.

"Isn't it going to be great?" Sirius asked after he told her about how he'd drive them both there this weekend on his motorbike. He'd already checked and oiled the engine and everything.

Hermione fiddled with the spoon in her teacup as she added more honey to the drink.

"I don't know, Sirius, I'm not sure how I feel about sitting on a motorcycle for such long expanses of time."

"Don't worry love, we'll get you a helmet! Everything will be fine." His expression grew serious. "What was that thing you were going to say to me?"

Hermione gulped down the tea quickly, nearly choking. "Uhm, nevermind, I'll tell you later!"

Thankfully, her cell rang at that moment, allowing her to avoid the awkward topic she'd almost just said to his face ten minutes ago: that she was completely, besottedly, in love with Sirius Black.

But how was she going to tell him? In France? Over the wine? Goodness, maybe she shouldn't tell him at all, he'd probably be drunk off all the wine tasting in France anyways!

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