Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter… J.K. Rowling does, not me.

HAPPY LATE VALENTINES DAY ALL!

Hehe hope you all had a good one. Okay so before the next couple of chapter, I advise you all to learn Latin, don't worry I'm kidding. I'll put in English next to it.

Oh before you read this… you should all go and watch the Monty Python movies (can't be bothered writing them) but go and watch them all… no relation to this just thought you should all go and watch them…

ENJOY!

Hermione woke early the next morning. As she sat up in bed, the tension seeped from her shoulders and they sagged down. She looked over to the bed next to her where Lily was lying sprawled on her stomach and breathing heavily.

Looking over to the clock beside her bed, Hermione sighed. It was 4:45 and she was awake. Normally Hermione would smile about this, seeing as that would mean extra reading time but today, Hermione sighed because she had slept the best she had since she arrived.

Swinging her legs over the bed, Hermione climbed out of bed and bent down, reaching for the large pile of books. She grabbed the first one on top, which was a large, heavy black book that weighed Hermione's arms down.

Whilst letting out a haggard sigh, Hermione trotted out of the room, down the steps and into the common room. Looking around, Hermione noticed that it was empty. All the lamps had been distinguished and the fireplace was only embers lighting the room in an eerie pale glow.

She sat down at the nearest table and placed the heavy book in front of her. Hermione squinted in the darkness and was unable to make out the title. It looked as though it was written in Latin and extremely faded. Hermione rubbed her temples and stared at the title, it was frustrating.

After 10 minutes of staring at the title, Hermione gave up and turned the first page, only to be bombarded with endless Latin. Hermione was starting to get annoyed now, seeing as she now had three options ahead of her.

Number 1: Walk back upstairs, no doubt waking Lily, and find another book amongst the many next to her bed.

Number 2: Walk back upstairs, again no doubt waking Lily, and read over her finished homework.

Or Number 3: Learn Latin.

As the sun began to rise, Hermione found that number 3 would be her safest option, though just not the easiest. She heard a door slam above her and the stairs thump under pressure and Sirius emerged 10 seconds later, wrestling his arm into the unwilling red shirt.

Hermione chuckled lightly and Sirius looked up, grimacing at her growing laughter. "Think this is funny ey Granger?" He asked her sarcastically.

"I think it is Black, funny because it's a school day and I don't think they will let you in class wearing boxes and a red t-shirt." Hermione laughed.

Sirius laughed and sat in the seat next to her, giving her book one brief glance before ignoring it. "Well I had better change shouldn't I? Though," He looked down at her green pajamas with frogs all over them and grinned, "I don't think they'll let you in either."

"At least I knew that we have school today. Beside, I woke up early and I decided to come and read alone… I didn't think that anyone else would be up at this time."

"Thought wrong than Granger," Sirius grinned.

Hermione folded her arms across her chest. "What are you doing up anyway?"

"James and Remus snore like dogs and believe me, don't get me started on Peter." He laughed. "Most mornings I wake up early to come and watch the sun rise, obviously I was late today," Sirius told her, pointing to the sun shining brightly in the sky.

Hermione grinned. Never had she thought that someone, especially Sirius, would like to see the sun rise and would be willing to admit it. "Seems there are some things I'm yet to learn about you Sirius."

"Just as there are things I would love to learn about you." He said, leaning closer.

Hermione snorted. "Now tell me Sirius," she said, leaning closer just as he did until they were only inches apart, "does anyone ever go for that?"

It was Sirius's turn to laugh. "Of course they do, just like people go for me telling them they look lovely in bright green pj's and bed hair."

Hermione joined in with his laughing. "Oh yes," she said between breaths, "I just had to know that my pj's pass inspection."

"Why of course, now you tell me something about you, apart from you lovely taste in clothing."

Hermione started to feel uneasy, she laughed nervously and said, "what would you like to know?"

Sirius propped his elbow on the table and rested his head on his hand, tilting his head to look at her. "How come you moved from France?"

"Ah… well I was born in London but my father was offered a job in France. So we moved there just before I was to start at Hogwarts, but at the start of this year my father was unhappy in his job so mum told him that maybe we should move back to England, so we did."

Sirius seemed satisfied with her explanation. He went to the next question. "Can you speak French?"

Hermione smiled because she was able to answer this truthfully. "Only a little bit. It seems while we were over there I didn't fully get the hang of it because my mum and dad spoke English in our house."

"Do you have friends back there?"

At his question, images of Harry and Ron flashed through her mind. "Yes and I miss them very much. They remind me of you and James actually," she told him, smiling at the comparison.

"Really? Well you must feel at home here than."

Hermione stared at him, trying to find the right answer. "I guess," she answered quietly.

"Just one last question, okay?" Sirius asked her.

"Okay."

His eyes grew serious on hers. "Why did you cry at Hogsmeade Jasmine?"

"Honestly Sirius, I don't know. I guess I was just shocked," Hermione answered quickly, giving him a small smile.

Sirius opened his mouth to ask again but he noticed her unwillingness at the subject, he let it drop. Instead, Sirius brought out a small golden ball and dropped it on the table in front of her. Hermione frowned.

"Know what it is Jas?" He asked her excitedly.

"Yes, my friend's played Quidditch." Hermione laughed, grabbing the golden ball and holding it close to her face. "We weren't all living under a rock in France."

Sirius grinned. "Good to here." The wings sprouted out of the golden ball and Sirius's grin widened at her surprise. "Nicked it off James," Sirius said proudly.

"Well aren't you just clever?" Hermione chuckled before handing the golden ball back to Sirius. "I think I better go get changed."

"Wait," Sirius stopped her, pointing down at the dark book still on the table. "Don't forget your suitcase."

Hermione turned around and laughed. "I forgot about that book. I couldn't read it though… too bad I don't know Latin."

"Why would you want to read a Latin book, seeing as you don't read Latin?" Sirius asked her, raising an eyebrow skeptically. He flipped the first page and a few seconds later, Sirius snorted in disgust. "It makes no sense-"

"Good thing you don't need to read it then." Hermione said and snatched the book off of the table, walking towards the girls' staircase before turning around again. "Don't eat all the breakfast," Hermione grinned and disappeared upstairs.

Okie…. I'm tired… I got a test tomorrow for History (can we all say ugh?) plus the sister needs the computer…

Like I always say, I wasn't going to leave it like that but hey, I may write more next time, hopefully.

So far… I've got up to about chapter 17 planned (not written) but I have everything planned.

Keep reading and reviewing thumbs up to you all..