Chapter 53: To Reside as Your Guide
Sirius burst through the portrait hole (ignoring whatever the lady squawked in protest - or was that a moan?) and glanced around. James, aside of him, sighed and shook his head. He then snorted as he saw Sirius' nostrils flare as he zoned in on his pretty prey: Hermione.
"I didn't get you a present."
Hermione took the time to finish the sentence in her book to look up at Sirius' smirking face.
"So I guess that just means my body will have to suffice," Sirius said as he draped himself on the aside Hermione on couch.
"Are you honestly whoring yourself out as a personal guard dog?" Lily asked, and Sirius resisted the urge to jump. He hadn't even seen her sitting there, even if she was scarcely ten feet away.
"He's just pussy whipped. Reverse-dog-versus-cat pun intended," James said as he joined in on the Sirius-bashing party with a cute kiss to Lily's forehead. Ew.
Sirius actually did start when he heard a dry chuckle to his left; so Remus was here too. Did he really have such tunnel-vision when Hermione was concerned that his eyes couldn't care to pick up anything else? If so, this was going to be a problem with quidditch. And just living. Clearly the love epidemic hadn't been suffocated under the feet of snow that had fallen over the break.
"No!" Sirius finally snapped; "I'm one of those muggle dogs that allow someone to go around if they're blind!"
"A seeing-eye dog?" Hermione offered.
"Exactly! I'll open your eyes and guide you to happiness," Sirius said, handsome smirk at a thousands watts. He wondered how she, a supposed Veela, knew something so specific about the muggle world.
Hermione, for her credit, just did a snort-laugh that Sirius really shouldn't have thought was cute.
Posted: 9.11.2012 (May those whose lives were unjustly lost this day rest in peace and know they were loved.)
Word Count: 300
