A/N: Wow, oh my gosh! I'm so sorry for not updating sooner; It's been kind of hectic for me, you know, setting up a few things, putting together resumes, CVs, cover letters, writing a letter to the casting director of the Harry Potter films (you have to have the perfect one, you know?)… Did you know that they're not going to have Chris Columbus direct the third movie? I think they're putting Spielburg on the task! Who knows… Anyway, here you guys are. There are notes to the reviewers at the bottom…!
Snuffles' Stay
Chapter Nine
I wonder how you like it, Sirius Black! Hermione thought to herself, glaring at Sirius from her perch upon the spot-lighted stage. Feel guilty! She glanced back through the assembling crowd to the table that her Mother, Harry, Ron, and Ginny occupied; Ron was staring at her with a look of awe in his eyes, and Harry was gaping, obviously not expecting that defiance to come from BookWorm!Hermione.
Hours passed by like this; Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermoine would step onto the stage and attempt to serenade the crowd with lulling songs that took the breath from them and left them red in the face. All of them often had admirers throw dollars onto the stage, which they would pick up; Ron and Ginny noticeably perplexed about the concept behind muggle pounds.
All in all, the group left the karaoke place with a total of 20 pounds between them.
Harry flew home, and Ginny and Ron left via Floo Powder, all with a meek smile to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, adding their input on the children's' names ("For future reference," Harry had said.)
"Well, I say you name a boy Ronald," Ron had said, grinning toward Hermione.
"No way!" Ginny protested, punching her brother in the shoulder. "Whatever you do, do not name the child Virginia, or Ronald… Or Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, or George for that matter!" She gave Mrs. Granger a soft smile. "I say you name a girl, if you have one, Kira. It's what my Mum wanted to name me at first, but they changed it to Virginia. I would rather of it been Kira, mind, but…"
"Kira…" Mrs. Granger repeated, tapping her finger on her chin. "I like that… Thank you, Ginny."
"You're welcome. I'm only an owl away if you need any more suggestions."
With her friends gone, the life in her house consisted of herself, her Mum, her Father, and the television.
*****
Screw it, if Sirius thought that she was going to run after him. She wouldn't succumb to that once again - though, she had to admit to herself that the first time had actually been her fault. This time, though, it was his, and she wouldn't try to make up for his mistakes. He had chose not to confide in her, and that was his loss.
Her mother tutted softly. Her belly wasn't showing yet; the doctor had told them that she was only 2 months along, and thus, she wouldn't begin showing for a while yet. Her due date, then, was in December. The day, though, Hermione had forgotten which was uncharastic of her.
The breeze caught her attention. A side window was open, the soft, lightly tinged night breeze swam through the house, which oddly smelt of cinnamon and coffee, and sent a jolt of contemplation to her stomach. What she began to think about, she didn't exactly know; too many thoughts were swimming inside of her head for her to catch one particular one and put her beliefs behind it.
Bidding her parents goodnight, she slowly made her way up the stairs, blinking back the sleepy haze that begun to form in her eyes. How much time had she spent sleeping this summer? Too much, she told herself, leaning against the banister. She gave a soft inward groan and walked into her room.
Nobody was in her room when she entered. Nothing was out of its place, and nothing out of the ordinary seemed to linger in the breezy haze of the night. She glanced down at the chest at the foot of her bed, smiled, and walked to it. If there was nothing distracting her, why shouldn't she catch up on her reading? It was customary of her, of course, to know more than the other students beginning Seventh Year with her.
She opened the chest with a great heave. The contents of the chest seemed to scream out "Hermione, Hermione! Read me, read me!!!" but one book in particular screamed her name the loudest. Her fingers wrapped around the thick edges of a book and pulled it from the thick chest. Without a second's hesitation, she flopped onto her bed, pulling the book open to page 6.
The studies of Ancient Charms and the Complexity it takes to use them
The Lightness Charm
The Lightness Charm is a counter-charm to that of the Darkness Curse. The Darkness Curse, which works by sending the persons within a ten meter range from the giver of the curse a sense of 'blindness' temporarily, can be counter acted by the Lightness Charm.
The Lightness Charm also gives the blind a temporary use of vision, which normally lasts for one or two days, perhaps more, if the provider of the charm is exceptionally powerful. It has been said that one, Kensington Romulus, had cured a man of his blindness by diverting to the Lightness Charm.
The procedure to use this Charm isn't exceptionally difficult. It does take, however, more contemplation about its uses. You should never, never use this on a person who has not been blinded, or used upon by the Darkness Curse, for it will leave the receiver blinded in itself (contrary to be blind, the person will see white instead of black) which may possibly be cured with a complex Sight Charm.
This Charm, also known as the White Light, must be functioned by withholder of a clear mind. If the mind of the persons trying to attempt the spell is full, the spell will not function. Mind cleared, think of an appraising white light, and say "Lumen!" If all has gone accordingly, a white jet of light will emerge from the tip of your wand, and the castee's mind shall be replaced with thoughts of peaceful tranquility. It is best to practice this Charm upon a caged Lethifold.
Hermione's mind wandered off of the books instructions, her eyes growing heavy and thick with sleep. The book slipped from her hand, falling onto her lap with a soft thud. Hermione's head lolled to the side, and within seconds, she had fallen into a blissful sleep.
*****
"Sirius, get the hell away from me," she said, very sleepily, feeling arms wrap around her waist and arms lifting her up. "I don't want to get up right now."
"Sirius? Sirius Black?"
Hermione attempted to open her eyes, but found that she couldn't. She wiggled her body around, trying to get free of the hold that was upon her. "Who the hell are you?" she found herself asking, a little harsher than she would normally have asked, but with her eyes closed as they were, she was getting rather upset.
The arms that formed around her squeezed rather tightly. Hermione squirmed, feeling rather uneasy. Why couldn't she open her eyes? "You'll find out soon enough," was all the voice answered.
The figure cast a silencing spell on her, after saying a defiant, "I'm only doing this so you don't scream and wake your parents, girl," carried her down the stairs and out into the night street. She could tell that it was night just by the feel of it; there were street lights burning through her eyelids, and the soft silky feel of night swam across her skin.
She squirmed even more. Where was she being taken? Who was this? Why did he have her? She could tell, of course, that her captor was a male; the deep tenor voice confirmed that suspicion. Where the hell… what am I going to do? Will I be home in the morning? I want my Mum… just give me my Mum… If she had been able, her eyes would have begun to tear.
After what seemed like an eternity, her captor stopped and set Hermione on the ground, adding a firm, "Make a move, and you'll regret it." Hermione seriously wished she had her wand with her, but she had fallen asleep reading that book, and she didn't necessarily need her wand while reading at night, did she? She let out a whimper to agree.
Seriously. Where the hell am I? …Sirius… help me…
A moment later, her eyes adjusted to the new found light. Before her stood none other than Sirius Black.
Hermione attempted to scream, but couldn't; the Silencing Spell was still in effect. The left corner of her mouth curled into an unmistakable snarl, and her eyes thinned into slits. She mouthed a rude, 'I'm going to fucking kick your ass when you rid me of this spell,' while aiming a swift kick at Sirius' shins.
Sirius evaded the kick by jumping backward, face fallen. He simply removed the curse with a muttered spell, and glanced at Hermione with a bit of humor in his dark eyes. "Don't get so feisty just yet!"
"I'm pissed enough to castrate you, Black!"
"I'm surprised that you didn't know it was me who abducted you," he said, fighting a grin.
"Well, Sirius, it's not everyday that I get hauled out of bed with my eyes cursed shut. You scared the living shit out of me, Sirius! I wasn't sure whether I was going to die or not, praying, just praying that I had my wand with me. It was like my life flashed before my eyes… and I saw everything that I have done up until now… God, I hate you!" Hermione assaulted Sirius, hands balled into unruly fists at her side. "That was soooo uncalled for."
"I have to agree with you, it was uncalled for, but would you have left the house, at night, willingly? Especially with me? No, I didn't think so. What other choice did I have?"
"What do you mean, what other choice did you have? You did have other choices, you just obviously decided against using your mind to come up with them! Maybe you could have asked me, instead of whisking me away, making me think that I was going to die at a merciless killers' hands."
Hermione's eyes brimmed with tears, and her nose ran, which she sniffed back up hurriedly. "You're so inconsiderate, Sirius. You could have asked… You could have just asked!"
Sirius reached out with his knobby hand, stroking it against Hermione's tear-trailed cheek. He brushed his thumb against her cheek, whisking away the salty tear mess. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't know that my actions would upset you so much, otherwise, I would not have followed through."
The girl stared at her feet. "I'm not going to accept your apology, Sirius. That was rude of you, and you were thinking only of yourself!"
"No," he answered thickly, glancing at Hermione's orbs. "That's not what I was thinking of… in fact, it's very far from it. I figured, though, that you wouldn't talk to me any other way, so I resorted to this. It's easier to talk this way; we don't have to worry about your parents walking in on us, or being discovered by someone barging in." His stare diverted toward the chairs he had set up in the corner of the cave. "See? I added some home-ness to it."
Hermione saw the chairs and gave a laugh. That was odd; Sirius, adding homey-touches to a cave! "How… maternal of you."
"Well, we couldn't have you sitting on the stone formations, could we?" His lips twisted into a soft smile. "Well, I figured that we could talk in here…"
"About what? You've already indicated that you don't want to talk about your past… or tell me anything."
"That was then, m'dear, and this is now."
"I've figured that much out, Sirius, but as it's been indicated through many possible actions that Times don't actually change."
"Sure they do!"
"Technically, they do, I'll agree with you that far. But really! You have to think logically."
"That's what I do best."
"I highly doubt-"
"You really aren't as bright as you claim to be!" Sirius grinned, sitting down in one of the chairs. "Anyway… I'm really sorry about earlier today. You know… you're a pretty good singer."
Her face tinted a slight pink. "Not really."
"I'm not going to argue with you, so if you say so…" He folded his hands at the back of his head. "I wrote Dumbledore today; I didn't have a way to send the note to him, though, because there wasn't an owl to send it with. Why couldn't you have gotten an owl instead of a cat, anyway?"
"I happen to like Crookshanks, thank you!"
"Yes, well… He came in useful at times. Now he's just… a ginger fluff ball. We'll have to go into Diagon Alley and send it from the Post…"
"Wait, wait… I thought you said that you were supposed to stay away from Diagon Alley. I'm not going to put you into danger of being caught. Why don't I just take it for you? Drop it off there."
"It depends. I haven't done anything; haven't been spotted around for a while, so people'll figure that I've been caught and put back into Azkaban, or something of the sort. If I go in as Snuffles, it won't matter too much."
"I still don't know, Sirius… I don't want to put you at danger. If you had got caught while you're supposed stay with me, I don't think it would weigh lightly on my conscience."
"Well, now! The famous Hermione Granger worried about a lowly convict."
"A lowly convict? That's what you think of yourself? That's horrible! I can't believe that!"
"And why not?" His eyebrows attached to his hairline.
Hermione's face flushed again. She turned her gaze away from his, concentrating on the floor. "There are many reasons, Sirius. It's best if you don't ask."
Sirius nodded. "Alright then… but I'm going to deliver this letter in Diagon Alley. Anyway, you should be getting your letter from Hogwarts any day now. Maybe I could send it off with the school owl instead?"
She gave a nod. "That would be much safer and would work more efficiently. No questions would be asked."
"Well, it's late. I should take you back home."
Sirius stood and walked over to the area Hermione occupied. He scooped her up in his arms once more, holding her like a child, and headed out of the entrance of the cave. "I can walk by myself, you know," Hermoine said, looking up into Sirius' eyes.
"I know that… But I felt like carrying you again."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to do this." He lowered his head, eyes locked with the cinnamon-orbed woman in his arms. He watched as she closed hers, lips grazed by her tongue for wetness, his head moving lower still. Slowly, his lips brushed along the crimson colored ones of Hermione, featherly sweeping across them. Sirius pulled back and left a little kiss on the tip of Hermione's nose. Hermione gave a defiant sort of chuckle, wrapping her arms around Sirius' neck.
"Yes, well… I can see the reason behind that!"
A/N: Heh… another chapter completed. This is getting fluffy… I don't know if I should add smut… What do you think? Oooh… Sirius/Hermione smut! ~Chuckles softly~ Well, yes… notes to the reviewers!
Aurelia Leonhart: Yes, well… ~Clears her throat~ The lyrics to Kiseki no Umi were, in fact, the original dubbed lyrics. ^_^; You know where I got them!
Shannon: Wow, thank you! I'm sorry I wasn't able to get back to you sooner; you hadn't left your e-mail address or anything with the review, so, the only way I could get back to you was via this! I hope that you're satisfied with this chapter… as you can possibly see, this took a while to get posted!
Arabwel: Maybe! Just maybe! ~Evil grin~ Heh… Rotten teeth aren't good, though!
BloodyAngel: Thank you, m'dear. I shall do so!
Nats: Thank you for the 'good luck.' I'll surely need it! Comments are good, no matter what; it improves everything!
Silver Tears: I plan to do so ^_^;
MountianDewChika: Here ya go!
Weretosia-87: Hey, thanks. Keep going with 'A Sirius Reflection' and 'The Marauders Map Mishap' - I like them both, really much. I personally think that the new revised version of 'A Sirius Reflection' is better, but hey! That's what revision does for you!
Mystical Witch: Only time will tell on that one!
Anyone who would like me to inform them on future updates should tell me and leave their e-mails in their comments! I'd be glad to oblige! Thanks everyone!
I wonder how you like it, Sirius Black! Hermione thought to herself, glaring at Sirius from her perch upon the spot-lighted stage. Feel guilty! She glanced back through the assembling crowd to the table that her Mother, Harry, Ron, and Ginny occupied; Ron was staring at her with a look of awe in his eyes, and Harry was gaping, obviously not expecting that defiance to come from BookWorm!Hermione.
Hours passed by like this; Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermoine would step onto the stage and attempt to serenade the crowd with lulling songs that took the breath from them and left them red in the face. All of them often had admirers throw dollars onto the stage, which they would pick up; Ron and Ginny noticeably perplexed about the concept behind muggle pounds.
All in all, the group left the karaoke place with a total of 20 pounds between them.
Harry flew home, and Ginny and Ron left via Floo Powder, all with a meek smile to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, adding their input on the children's' names ("For future reference," Harry had said.)
"Well, I say you name a boy Ronald," Ron had said, grinning toward Hermione.
"No way!" Ginny protested, punching her brother in the shoulder. "Whatever you do, do not name the child Virginia, or Ronald… Or Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, or George for that matter!" She gave Mrs. Granger a soft smile. "I say you name a girl, if you have one, Kira. It's what my Mum wanted to name me at first, but they changed it to Virginia. I would rather of it been Kira, mind, but…"
"Kira…" Mrs. Granger repeated, tapping her finger on her chin. "I like that… Thank you, Ginny."
"You're welcome. I'm only an owl away if you need any more suggestions."
With her friends gone, the life in her house consisted of herself, her Mum, her Father, and the television.
Screw it, if Sirius thought that she was going to run after him. She wouldn't succumb to that once again - though, she had to admit to herself that the first time had actually been her fault. This time, though, it was his, and she wouldn't try to make up for his mistakes. He had chose not to confide in her, and that was his loss.
Her mother tutted softly. Her belly wasn't showing yet; the doctor had told them that she was only 2 months along, and thus, she wouldn't begin showing for a while yet. Her due date, then, was in December. The day, though, Hermione had forgotten which was uncharastic of her.
The breeze caught her attention. A side window was open, the soft, lightly tinged night breeze swam through the house, which oddly smelt of cinnamon and coffee, and sent a jolt of contemplation to her stomach. What she began to think about, she didn't exactly know; too many thoughts were swimming inside of her head for her to catch one particular one and put her beliefs behind it.
Bidding her parents goodnight, she slowly made her way up the stairs, blinking back the sleepy haze that begun to form in her eyes. How much time had she spent sleeping this summer? Too much, she told herself, leaning against the banister. She gave a soft inward groan and walked into her room.
Nobody was in her room when she entered. Nothing was out of its place, and nothing out of the ordinary seemed to linger in the breezy haze of the night. She glanced down at the chest at the foot of her bed, smiled, and walked to it. If there was nothing distracting her, why shouldn't she catch up on her reading? It was customary of her, of course, to know more than the other students beginning Seventh Year with her.
She opened the chest with a great heave. The contents of the chest seemed to scream out "Hermione, Hermione! Read me, read me!!!" but one book in particular screamed her name the loudest. Her fingers wrapped around the thick edges of a book and pulled it from the thick chest. Without a second's hesitation, she flopped onto her bed, pulling the book open to page 6.
The Lightness Charm is a counter-charm to that of the Darkness Curse. The Darkness Curse, which works by sending the persons within a ten meter range from the giver of the curse a sense of 'blindness' temporarily, can be counter acted by the Lightness Charm.
The Lightness Charm also gives the blind a temporary use of vision, which normally lasts for one or two days, perhaps more, if the provider of the charm is exceptionally powerful. It has been said that one, Kensington Romulus, had cured a man of his blindness by diverting to the Lightness Charm.
The procedure to use this Charm isn't exceptionally difficult. It does take, however, more contemplation about its uses. You should never, never use this on a person who has not been blinded, or used upon by the Darkness Curse, for it will leave the receiver blinded in itself (contrary to be blind, the person will see white instead of black) which may possibly be cured with a complex Sight Charm.
This Charm, also known as the White Light, must be functioned by withholder of a clear mind. If the mind of the persons trying to attempt the spell is full, the spell will not function. Mind cleared, think of an appraising white light, and say "Lumen!" If all has gone accordingly, a white jet of light will emerge from the tip of your wand, and the castee's mind shall be replaced with thoughts of peaceful tranquility. It is best to practice this Charm upon a caged Lethifold.
Hermione's mind wandered off of the books instructions, her eyes growing heavy and thick with sleep. The book slipped from her hand, falling onto her lap with a soft thud. Hermione's head lolled to the side, and within seconds, she had fallen into a blissful sleep.
"Sirius, get the hell away from me," she said, very sleepily, feeling arms wrap around her waist and arms lifting her up. "I don't want to get up right now."
"Sirius? Sirius Black?"
Hermione attempted to open her eyes, but found that she couldn't. She wiggled her body around, trying to get free of the hold that was upon her. "Who the hell are you?" she found herself asking, a little harsher than she would normally have asked, but with her eyes closed as they were, she was getting rather upset.
The arms that formed around her squeezed rather tightly. Hermione squirmed, feeling rather uneasy. Why couldn't she open her eyes? "You'll find out soon enough," was all the voice answered.
The figure cast a silencing spell on her, after saying a defiant, "I'm only doing this so you don't scream and wake your parents, girl," carried her down the stairs and out into the night street. She could tell that it was night just by the feel of it; there were street lights burning through her eyelids, and the soft silky feel of night swam across her skin.
She squirmed even more. Where was she being taken? Who was this? Why did he have her? She could tell, of course, that her captor was a male; the deep tenor voice confirmed that suspicion. Where the hell… what am I going to do? Will I be home in the morning? I want my Mum… just give me my Mum… If she had been able, her eyes would have begun to tear.
After what seemed like an eternity, her captor stopped and set Hermione on the ground, adding a firm, "Make a move, and you'll regret it." Hermione seriously wished she had her wand with her, but she had fallen asleep reading that book, and she didn't necessarily need her wand while reading at night, did she? She let out a whimper to agree.
Seriously. Where the hell am I? …Sirius… help me…
A moment later, her eyes adjusted to the new found light. Before her stood none other than Sirius Black.
Hermione attempted to scream, but couldn't; the Silencing Spell was still in effect. The left corner of her mouth curled into an unmistakable snarl, and her eyes thinned into slits. She mouthed a rude, 'I'm going to fucking kick your ass when you rid me of this spell,' while aiming a swift kick at Sirius' shins.
Sirius evaded the kick by jumping backward, face fallen. He simply removed the curse with a muttered spell, and glanced at Hermione with a bit of humor in his dark eyes. "Don't get so feisty just yet!"
"I'm pissed enough to castrate you, Black!"
"I'm surprised that you didn't know it was me who abducted you," he said, fighting a grin.
"Well, Sirius, it's not everyday that I get hauled out of bed with my eyes cursed shut. You scared the living shit out of me, Sirius! I wasn't sure whether I was going to die or not, praying, just praying that I had my wand with me. It was like my life flashed before my eyes… and I saw everything that I have done up until now… God, I hate you!" Hermione assaulted Sirius, hands balled into unruly fists at her side. "That was soooo uncalled for."
"I have to agree with you, it was uncalled for, but would you have left the house, at night, willingly? Especially with me? No, I didn't think so. What other choice did I have?"
"What do you mean, what other choice did you have? You did have other choices, you just obviously decided against using your mind to come up with them! Maybe you could have asked me, instead of whisking me away, making me think that I was going to die at a merciless killers' hands."
Hermione's eyes brimmed with tears, and her nose ran, which she sniffed back up hurriedly. "You're so inconsiderate, Sirius. You could have asked… You could have just asked!"
Sirius reached out with his knobby hand, stroking it against Hermione's tear-trailed cheek. He brushed his thumb against her cheek, whisking away the salty tear mess. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't know that my actions would upset you so much, otherwise, I would not have followed through."
The girl stared at her feet. "I'm not going to accept your apology, Sirius. That was rude of you, and you were thinking only of yourself!"
"No," he answered thickly, glancing at Hermione's orbs. "That's not what I was thinking of… in fact, it's very far from it. I figured, though, that you wouldn't talk to me any other way, so I resorted to this. It's easier to talk this way; we don't have to worry about your parents walking in on us, or being discovered by someone barging in." His stare diverted toward the chairs he had set up in the corner of the cave. "See? I added some home-ness to it."
Hermione saw the chairs and gave a laugh. That was odd; Sirius, adding homey-touches to a cave! "How… maternal of you."
"Well, we couldn't have you sitting on the stone formations, could we?" His lips twisted into a soft smile. "Well, I figured that we could talk in here…"
"About what? You've already indicated that you don't want to talk about your past… or tell me anything."
"That was then, m'dear, and this is now."
"I've figured that much out, Sirius, but as it's been indicated through many possible actions that Times don't actually change."
"Sure they do!"
"Technically, they do, I'll agree with you that far. But really! You have to think logically."
"That's what I do best."
"I highly doubt-"
"You really aren't as bright as you claim to be!" Sirius grinned, sitting down in one of the chairs. "Anyway… I'm really sorry about earlier today. You know… you're a pretty good singer."
Her face tinted a slight pink. "Not really."
"I'm not going to argue with you, so if you say so…" He folded his hands at the back of his head. "I wrote Dumbledore today; I didn't have a way to send the note to him, though, because there wasn't an owl to send it with. Why couldn't you have gotten an owl instead of a cat, anyway?"
"I happen to like Crookshanks, thank you!"
"Yes, well… He came in useful at times. Now he's just… a ginger fluff ball. We'll have to go into Diagon Alley and send it from the Post…"
"Wait, wait… I thought you said that you were supposed to stay away from Diagon Alley. I'm not going to put you into danger of being caught. Why don't I just take it for you? Drop it off there."
"It depends. I haven't done anything; haven't been spotted around for a while, so people'll figure that I've been caught and put back into Azkaban, or something of the sort. If I go in as Snuffles, it won't matter too much."
"I still don't know, Sirius… I don't want to put you at danger. If you had got caught while you're supposed stay with me, I don't think it would weigh lightly on my conscience."
"Well, now! The famous Hermione Granger worried about a lowly convict."
"A lowly convict? That's what you think of yourself? That's horrible! I can't believe that!"
"And why not?" His eyebrows attached to his hairline.
Hermione's face flushed again. She turned her gaze away from his, concentrating on the floor. "There are many reasons, Sirius. It's best if you don't ask."
Sirius nodded. "Alright then… but I'm going to deliver this letter in Diagon Alley. Anyway, you should be getting your letter from Hogwarts any day now. Maybe I could send it off with the school owl instead?"
She gave a nod. "That would be much safer and would work more efficiently. No questions would be asked."
"Well, it's late. I should take you back home."
Sirius stood and walked over to the area Hermione occupied. He scooped her up in his arms once more, holding her like a child, and headed out of the entrance of the cave. "I can walk by myself, you know," Hermoine said, looking up into Sirius' eyes.
"I know that… But I felt like carrying you again."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to do this." He lowered his head, eyes locked with the cinnamon-orbed woman in his arms. He watched as she closed hers, lips grazed by her tongue for wetness, his head moving lower still. Slowly, his lips brushed along the crimson colored ones of Hermione, featherly sweeping across them. Sirius pulled back and left a little kiss on the tip of Hermione's nose. Hermione gave a defiant sort of chuckle, wrapping her arms around Sirius' neck.
"Yes, well… I can see the reason behind that!"
A/N: Heh… another chapter completed. This is getting fluffy… I don't know if I should add smut… What do you think? Oooh… Sirius/Hermione smut! ~Chuckles softly~ Well, yes… notes to the reviewers!
Aurelia Leonhart: Yes, well… ~Clears her throat~ The lyrics to Kiseki no Umi were, in fact, the original dubbed lyrics. ^_^; You know where I got them!
Shannon: Wow, thank you! I'm sorry I wasn't able to get back to you sooner; you hadn't left your e-mail address or anything with the review, so, the only way I could get back to you was via this! I hope that you're satisfied with this chapter… as you can possibly see, this took a while to get posted!
Arabwel: Maybe! Just maybe! ~Evil grin~ Heh… Rotten teeth aren't good, though!
BloodyAngel: Thank you, m'dear. I shall do so!
Nats: Thank you for the 'good luck.' I'll surely need it! Comments are good, no matter what; it improves everything!
Silver Tears: I plan to do so ^_^;
MountianDewChika: Here ya go!
Weretosia-87: Hey, thanks. Keep going with 'A Sirius Reflection' and 'The Marauders Map Mishap' - I like them both, really much. I personally think that the new revised version of 'A Sirius Reflection' is better, but hey! That's what revision does for you!
Mystical Witch: Only time will tell on that one!
Anyone who would like me to inform them on future updates should tell me and leave their e-mails in their comments! I'd be glad to oblige! Thanks everyone!