Girl Crush

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own the new characters I've added.

A/N: AU-ish fic. Sirius/Hermione pairing

She knew he had her over again.

"Ameeliiaa" Hermione mumbled childishly under her breath.

She hated to admit it that she had it real bad.

She wanted her smile that beamed with false whiteness. Her parents would approve of such vibrant white teeth. How she wanted that midnight laugh. The one she could hear currently as she sat in the kitchen. They were in her library. HER library! She slammed her cup down on the table causing it to spill all over. She scowled at the mess she made. She got up to grab a cloth, forgoing cleaning the mess with magic. She needed to keep herself busy.

Was she kissing him? She could smell her perfume from the kitchen.

She wanted to drown herself in a bottle of her perfume. Not because Hermione particularly liked the smell. In all honesty she thought it was an awful smell. Remus had agreed with her on more than one occasion. Harry had even gone as far as to plug his nose behind the annoying witch's back last week.

Hermione filled the kettle and placed it on the burner once more. She sighed and bowed her head. How much longer could she do this? If anyone was asked about what they thought of Hermione Granger, they would say she's confident and sure of herself.

But this...this thing he was doing to her, how his smile made her knees weak, how the way he smelled made her want to bury her nose in his chest, how she yearned to touch him.

Sirius Black would be the death of her.

And that woman! She envied the ridiculous woman. Hermione hadn't felt so green in her life. Not even in the Lavender and Ron days.

With her long blonde hair, long legs, gorgeous robes and killer smile. Even Hermione had to admit, the woman was flawless.

Never had she wanted long blond hair but the thought of him running his fingers through smooth long hair, made her want it. She closed her eyes imagining his touch.

Just then she heard a rough groan from the library and sighed heavily. What she wouldn't give to have her magic touch. The one that made him emit those lovely sounds she could hear through the paper thin walls. Maybe then he'd want her just as much. She couldn't get any sleep, any peace, knowing she was under his bed sheets most nights.

She had a girl crush.

And on some slag, no less! And all because of him! It was all his fault. Hermione could feel her magic crackling, she couldn't help it. She had it!

When she heard his groan for a second time she had decided that she was going to put an end to whatever it was they were doing. They had no right to defile the library! She didn't care how irrational the sudden idea was. She wasn't going to sit any longer and listen to her.

She stood up quickly and started to march out the doorway of the kitchen. With one thing on her mind she didn't notice the three men that had just stepped in the door. She moved so quickly that she almost looked a blur walking down the hallway.

"Ah, bloody hell. " Ron mumbled. Harry and Remus looked at him with a questioning stare. "The prat is in Mione's library. I think that's the last straw." Remus' eyes went comically wide and started walking quickly toward the room with both boys following close behind.

"Hermione, wait-" Unfortunately he didn't get to her before she opened the library doors. There was Sirius as naked as the day he was born with the leggy blonde bent over a desk. Which just so happened to be Hermione's desk.

It happened all too quickly, before Sirius registered being interrupted, the glass containers on the far shelf exploded and then the desk propping up the blonde splintered. She shrieked in surprise once she lost her footing.

"OI!" yelled Sirius. He turned around, locked eyes with Hermione and saw the look on her face. It froze him on the spot, blood drained from his face and he didn't know why he suddenly felt so dirty. He made a step forward and Hermione turned and fled the room before anyone could see the tears fall.

She was so mad. Hurt and mad. She knew it was ridiculous. Of course he was shagging her! Hell, she heard them more than a few times. Seeing it however, was just a punch to the gut.

As she laid in her bed, her second favorite place of solace, she cried. Not knowing how long she had been laying there. Ron had been the first to knock on her door.

"Mione, open the door." Came a muffled request. She ignored him. Knowing he'd come back later anyways. She heard Ron's heavy sigh and his departing footsteps. He never took her silent treatments personally these days. He learned and knew now that that was her time to think.

Hermione layer there in the silence a few more minutes. She heard doors slam, some yelling. She threw up a silencing charm and brought her fingers to her lips.

She closed her eyes tightly. The tears hadn't stopped.

Her last thought before closing her eyes, "I want to taste her lips, cause they taste like you."