Hello peeps! Since ff.net won't let me in for the last few days and I can't find out if ya guys like the 2nd chapter, I'm gonna write the 3rd chapter now. Well, here it is.
Disclaimer: None belongs to me. It all belongs to the talented Miss J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 3- Notes...and a Date?
She kissed him on the cheek and she left. Why did I kiss him? Is it because I'm in l love? But I can't be. She didn't want to go, but she had to get back to work. She got to her office and her secretary said she still had 20 minutes of break left. Hermione thanked the secretary and sat down. For some reason she was exhausted! She sighed and looked around her office. There were some dark-detecting devices, some newspapers, and pictures. She had all her pictures in a corner of her office. There was one at her birthday party, one at graduation where Ron had bet her a sickle he could kiss her and not touch her. She'd won. The picture played the moment over and over again. She chuckled at the memory.
She glanced over at the other unlooked pictures and saw a picture of her and Sirius dumping a potion over them because of a prank Harry and Ron played on Hermione.
For the rest of the graduation party, they walked around shivering and people asked them if it was cold, or why it was cold in the summer. Harry didn't talk to Sirius and Ron didn't talk to Hermione for a week. Since then, everybody looked like they were shivering when Harry or Ron passed by.
Hermione was laughing right now. She fell out of her chair and kept laughing. Some co-workers poked their heads in her door and smiled. It was a rare moment to see Hermione happy. She quickly stood up and got in her chair again. Her thoughts wondered over to Sirius. She looked up and her eyes fell upon a picture of Sirius. She looked at it. It was a face full of laughter, happiness, and joy. His hair wasn't long, but short and trimmed. He was handsome back then. Not just handsome but funny, in a childish way. He never makes me uncomfortable and I can always talk to him. When I saw him crying at Harry's funeral, I wanted to hold him, comfort him and kiss...
An owl interrupted her thoughts. She went over to the window and let the owl in. It had a piece of parchment attached to its leg. She took the note off, gave the owl a bowl of water and quickly opened the note. It was from Sirius.
Dear Hermione,
You told me to owl you, so here it is. I'm sorry for acting like such a jerk when we met. I know Harry wouldn't have wanted me to do that. And also, thanks for slapping me. I really needed that. Harry would've wanted to see that.
Hermione chuckled. He still hasn't lost his humor. She continued on with the note.
I'm also sorry for not keeping in touch. I was just so depressed about Harry, I felt I couldn't go on anymore. How about a little "reunion". We can catch up like we used to do when Harry and Ron were alive. You can call it a date if you like. I'll meet you at the Three Broomsticks next Saturday at around six? We can have dinner. Send answer with this owl. I hope to see you there.
From,
Sirius
Hermione reread the letter again and again. Did Sirius just ask her out on a date? Not that I would mind, of course. She wrote her reply with her own little bits of humor and sent it off with Sirius's owl. (A.N. Don't worry, you'll see Hermione's reply later, ok?) She felt happy. Why am I happy?
*Because you're going out with Sirius!* a voice in her said.
No, I'm not happy about that...well, I should be happy she thought.
*Well, still, you're going out with the guy who you've had a crush on for a year.*
No, I don't have a crush on Sirius.
*Um, yes, you do. It's soooo obvious.*
No! I don't have a crush on him!
*Well, that's what you say. But you know what they say, "Love is fickle."
"I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON SIRIUS BLACK!!!!" Hermione yelled.
Everyone outside her office peeked in through the door and stared at her. Hermione blushed and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face and looked in the mirror. She re-thought the question. Do I have a crush on Sirius Black?
She got lost in her thoughts until she realized the sink began to overflow. "Uh-oh."
She turned off the faucet and took out her wand. Mopuranda! The mop over in the corner of the bathroom started to wipe up the spill. She left the bathroom and headed towards her office to get ready to get back to work. She made a mental note to herself to get cleaned up for so called "date."
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He left the memorial. He headed back home, since there was nothing else to do. He lived in a small house, not a small, small one but good enough for a single person. He opened the door and walked in. He saw his owl, then suddenly remembered he had to write to Hermione. He grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote. He threw in some humor that he still had left. She never liked me when I was sad. She always smiled or even laughed when I made jokes. He finished the letter and tied it around the owl's leg and it took off.
He sighed. He paced around the living room for a few minutes. He was slightly happier now that he had seen and wrote to Hermione. He sat down on his armchair and sighed. I hope she replies back soon. I'm bored. He dozed off into dreamland dreaming about...Hermione. She always makes me happy. Either when she was happy, or irritated.
Half an hour passed and Sirius was asleep. Suddenly a tapping on the window woke him.
Hermione's reply! He jumped out of his armchair and opened the window. He took the note tied around the owl's leg and slowly opened it.
Dear Sirius,
No problem slapping you. I sorta wanted to do that. Just kidding.
Sure, I can meet you at the Three Broomsticks for our dinner "date". Though don't be surprised if I'm a little late. Hey that rhymes! Anyways, thanks for owling me. You don't know how much that means to me. I hope to see you there, ok?
Love,
Hermione
Sirius smiled at the letter. She had said yes. As he was walking towards his bedroom, he noticed himself in the hall mirror. Gods! Is that what I look like? His hair was long, messy untrimmed and unkept. He decided to place an appointment with the hairstylist on Wednesday for a trim. More like a buzzcut.
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The week went by quickly. Hermione was busy at work and Sirius went by with his usual business. At least once a day, they sent letters to each other by owl. Hermione told of her day and Sirius listened. He got the haircut and Hermione got her new dress robes and a new hairstyle. Of course, both of them had no idea the other had a makeover. On Friday night, Hermione began to get nervous for some reason. And unusually, so did Sirius.
It's just Sirius, he's not like my husband or anything.
*Yes, he's not your husband, he's your lover boy!* The voice returned.
He's not my lover boy! Besides, even if I had a crush on him, it would be wrong! He's Harry's godfather! And he's older! It's wrong!
*Hmm..your right, he's not your lover boy. He's your boyfriend!!*
"Argh!!" She hoped Sirius wasn't as nervous as she was.
"What if I say the wrong things? What if I look terrible? What...what if I stink?
What if she orders the wrong food and...I accidentally spill it on her! Remus, you gotta help me!"
Remus looked at his old friend with a face that looked like a cross between laughing and thinking. Sirius had told him of his "date" with Hermione and well, he was nervous. VERY nervous.
"Now, Padfoot. Um, well...how do I say this. How long has it been since your last date?"
"Oh! Last-"
"A real, actual date," Remus interrupted.
"A real, actual date?"
Remus nodded. "3 years ago." said Sirius gloomily.
"Ah, I see. No wonder you're nervous. But, I wonder, are you nervous because of Hermione?"
"Hermione? No, I mean, I don't want to ruin the date, but no, I'm perfectly fine with her."
"Really?" asked Remus suspiciously.
"Yes. I'm sure."
"Well, Padfoot, I'm surprised you asked me. It used to be always me asking you. I guess you've lost some of your charm, eh? I guess you just got nervous that's all, I mean this is you're first real date in over 3 years..."
(Author's Note: Is the quote "Love is fickle" right? Because fickle means changable. Well, I tried to get this chapter as long as possible, so pleze R&R, ok? Thankies to all who already reviewed! Later Dayz chicas!
Miss Park Avenue
