Ellie has taken me to a nice bar in London to meet her friends. At first, I was pretty uncomfortable, because bars have never really been my favorite hangout, but now a few drinks have loosened me up.

"Let's go dance," Ellie says, pulling me towards the crowded floor, which looks a bit too much like a mosh pit. Her friends are just as crazy as her, and have already taken to dancing.

I'm having fun, I'll admit that, but I'm starting to regret the outfit Ellie had me wear. It's a tight purple dress that she lent me. As I move into the crowd, Ellie goes crazy with her dancing. She's always liked going to clubs…

After less than five minutes, I've had my fill of dancing. "I'm gonna step outside for a minute," I yell over to Ellie, who's currently getting a bit frisky with some blonde guy. I'll have to make sure she doesn't do something she'll regret.

Fresh air outside is just what I needed. I sit down on the stairs, trying to regain a clear head. It's at this moment that I finally sober up and realize how stupid it was to agree to go to a club with Ellie. I'm a lot of things, but I'm definitely not a party animal. This isn't my crowd.

As I'm sitting there, I recognize the familiar walk of an approaching man. I can't place him for a moment, but then he comes closer.

I gasp, "Sirius?"

He turns to look down at me, "Hermione?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, very outraged. Oh, he better not be following me.

He points behind him, "I was meeting a friend," He's thoroughly befuddled, "Wha- are you drunk?"

"No," I say firmly, standing up; however, I sway slightly from getting up too fast, "Maybe a little bit," I concede.

"Where have you been?" He's angry all of a sudden, "Yesterday I asked Harry where you went and he just said you took a vacation and left."

I shrug, "I came to visit my cousin."

"Were you in there?" He asks, pointing to the building behind me, then examining my dress. I suddenly feel very self-conscious.

"Yeah, my cousin took me here," I mutter, "I don't really know why I agreed to come..."

He runs a hand through his dark hair, "Look, do you want me to take you home?"

"I can't go back to my parents house now…" I start playing with the hem of my dress.

"Do you want to go back to my flat?" He looks concerned.

For some reason the idea stirs up all these images in my mind. I'm remembering the night we spent together... that wonderful mistake. I look at him, and see the way he's looking at me, my lips curl up into a slight smirk. "Are you planning on taking advantage of a drunk girl?" I ask, and I can't help giggling at the idea.

He looks down at me, "Hermione, I'm not going to have sex with you. Now come on."

"I have to tell my cousin."

"I'll go in with you," He mutters. I can tell that he's worried. The protectiveness stirs up some strange heat deep within me.

"Okay," I feel myself grinning. He puts a hand on the small of my back, guiding me inside.