Hermione Granger had spent a week at 12 Grimmauld Place. She still
had not told any of the order about her eerie dream about Voldemort. I
need to learn Occlumency, Hermione thought to herself. Hermione had been
jumpy all week. Remus, had asked her many times if she wanted to tell him
what was on her mind yet each time she politely told him that nothing was
on her mind that needed discussing.
Hermione really wanted to tell Sirius everything about her past experiences with her father but he always seemed to be busy. As if on cue Sirius burst through the kitchen door where Hermione was seated at the table drinking a butterbeer. She quickly looked up, alarmed. Hermione never really had time to look over Sirius. Hermione and Sirius were the only ones in Headquarters today. Everyone else was elsewhere on business.
Sirius was wearing only boxers. His muscles were clearly showing in his arms. His chest looked as hard as a rock. His hair was falling around his shoulders. He looked.....perfect. His gorgeous smile quickly turned sheepish as his dark eyes met Hermione's toffee orbs.
"Oh gods. Sorry bout the clothes or lack of I should say. I didn't think you'd be up at this ungodly hour."
"I couldn't sleep, Sirius. I was having nightmares. I know this may sound childish but when I have nightmares I'm used to being able to crawl into bed with my Mom or my friends at school. So I don't feel so unsafe." Hermione say moving her eyes away from Sirius's. Hermione suddenly found the floor quite interesting.
"Well if it's any condolence to you, Hermione, you can stay in my room with me. I know it may sound a bit...inappropriate but I know you can be mature about it." He muttered as his cheeks turned a slight pink. He looked up and caught the look of relief that crossed Hermione's flawless features.
Sirius
She looks so helpless. Poor girl. I swear I'll kill her father. That slimy git has no right to lay one finger on Hermione. Her flawless face now covered in scratches. Whoa, did I just say flawless? Where'd that come from? I mean she is not ugly actually quite pretty.
Hermione Granger has grown up quite a bit. She is not that naïve thirteen year old girl that I met in the shrieking shack three years ago anymore. She is now a beautiful young lady who I must say has filled out a lot, if you know what I mean.
Oh gods, where are all these thoughts coming from. This is Hermione, my godson's best friend here. Well, its not like you want to shag her till tomorrow. Oh dear, what if I do?
Hermione
Ok, I definitely did not expect that but Oh well here goes nothing....
Hermione really wanted to tell Sirius everything about her past experiences with her father but he always seemed to be busy. As if on cue Sirius burst through the kitchen door where Hermione was seated at the table drinking a butterbeer. She quickly looked up, alarmed. Hermione never really had time to look over Sirius. Hermione and Sirius were the only ones in Headquarters today. Everyone else was elsewhere on business.
Sirius was wearing only boxers. His muscles were clearly showing in his arms. His chest looked as hard as a rock. His hair was falling around his shoulders. He looked.....perfect. His gorgeous smile quickly turned sheepish as his dark eyes met Hermione's toffee orbs.
"Oh gods. Sorry bout the clothes or lack of I should say. I didn't think you'd be up at this ungodly hour."
"I couldn't sleep, Sirius. I was having nightmares. I know this may sound childish but when I have nightmares I'm used to being able to crawl into bed with my Mom or my friends at school. So I don't feel so unsafe." Hermione say moving her eyes away from Sirius's. Hermione suddenly found the floor quite interesting.
"Well if it's any condolence to you, Hermione, you can stay in my room with me. I know it may sound a bit...inappropriate but I know you can be mature about it." He muttered as his cheeks turned a slight pink. He looked up and caught the look of relief that crossed Hermione's flawless features.
Sirius
She looks so helpless. Poor girl. I swear I'll kill her father. That slimy git has no right to lay one finger on Hermione. Her flawless face now covered in scratches. Whoa, did I just say flawless? Where'd that come from? I mean she is not ugly actually quite pretty.
Hermione Granger has grown up quite a bit. She is not that naïve thirteen year old girl that I met in the shrieking shack three years ago anymore. She is now a beautiful young lady who I must say has filled out a lot, if you know what I mean.
Oh gods, where are all these thoughts coming from. This is Hermione, my godson's best friend here. Well, its not like you want to shag her till tomorrow. Oh dear, what if I do?
Hermione
Ok, I definitely did not expect that but Oh well here goes nothing....