Chapter 54: Merry Memory Making

When Sirius learned that Hermione had made sweaters for the rest of their little group (although Peter's looked extra ratty), he was both disappointed and humbled. Disappointed in how he wasn't the sole special one; humbled because it meant she cared about those he cared for.

It seemed the sight of them wearing their ridiculous sweaters so early in the morning, as they strutted in for breakfast, made the rest of the school look on in envy (it was actually horror - how could they think they were that cool?). It made the creator laugh out loud. Hermione continued in giggles even as everyone sat, and Sirius again couldn't wipe off what he knew was a dopey smile. Probably identical to the one when he'd unwrapped the sweater originally. He couldn't help it - she made him feel warm, sweater or no sweater.

As Hermione turned to him, it was obvious she didn't care how lame he grinned, because she only smiled back and ruffled his hair.

"I really am glad you're back," she said sweetly, then added: "But I'll have to decline your offer."

"I have to pay you back somehow," Sirius said as he picked at one of the sleeves. He really needed to wash it already by the amount he'd worn it.

"You wearing it is enough of a punishment."

"Isn't it the thought that matters? Sure, me going for a cliché isn't that grand, but-"

"I just don't want you to feel obliged to protect me like some pet. You are a person and I'm not some slave driver," Hermione blurted, cutting off said supposed 'pet.'

"The way you make me study begs to differ," Sirius said dryly, not knowing if he was actually joking or not.

Hermione swatted at his arm in false anger.


Posted: 9.13.2012
Word Count: 300