Feelings Unleashed
Sirius's POV:
The following day, Sirius woke up with his arm rapped around Hermione and they were lying on her bed. She really was beautiful Sirius thought. But there was no way.... Merlin's beard she was over fifteen years older then himself...
Hermione mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over onto his stomache unintentionally and he took in the smell of her hair. Strawberries. They smelled wonderful and the curls fell down upon her milky white cheek perfectly.
'What if she hadn't let me stay here with her?' Sirius thought to himself. No, he couldn't think about that. It's not important now.
Hermione started rolling around and she leaned over and slowly opened eyes to meet Sirius's. She was startled at first but his gentle stroke on her hair soothed her and reminded her what had happened the night before.
"Oh! Sirius, of course. I- I nearly forgot," She said to him as she picked up a pillow and moved away from Sirius's stomach. "How did you sleep?"
"Pretty well, actually," he told her convincingly. "With a pretty girl like you snuggled up to me, well, any man would sleep well," Sirius teased. Hermione laughed and hit him with the pillow.
"That's not funny," She giggled at him.
"Well, then why are you laughing?" Sirius asked innocently.
"OH, anyway," said Hermione changing the subject, "Today I have to go grocery shopping with my mom but I'll be back in about... an hour. So, why don't you take this as an opportunity to wash your clothes and get some food? All right? Sirius was obviously disappointed but he wounldn't show it.
"Okay fine. What's for breakfast?" He asked, his stomach rumbling beneath his white shirt and fine abs.
"Well, there's plenty of cereals and breads and juices downstairs so you can go down there after I leave."
"Okay. Sounds great." Sirius said sitting up on the bed as Hermione strode over to her desk. "And Hermione," he called over to her. She turned around and met her beautiful eyes with his. "Thank you. Thank you for taking me in like a stray puppy. I really don't deserve it."
"Oh of course you do Sirius. Don't be so silly. You've been a great friend to me and you nearly saved my and Harry's life a few weeks ago. I should be thanking you," she said striding over to him and embracing him in a warm hug. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left the room. Sirius was flustered.
'No,' he thought. 'I can't fall for a teenage girl. She's just a child.' But as Sirius said this to himself, another part of him was hoping, praying that Hermione felt the same way.
Sirius got up and walked towards her bathroom. Strawberries. He tried to move the thought away from his mind and he took off all his clothes and rapped a yellow towel around his waist so that he could go wash them. While he was waiting for his clothes to wash, he said in her kitchen, ate cornflakes, and thought. Thought about Harry, thought about Lupin, Ron, all the people he cared about who he may never see again. They thought he was dead. Everyone did, except Hermione.
"No," Sirius said to himself. "I will see them again." He then spilled the rest of his cereal down his throat and proceeded to the laundryroom.
"Thank God they're done." He brought them into her bathroom again and decided it would be a good idea to take a shower. 'Would she mind?' he asked himself. 'No of course not,' a voice answered. So he removed the towel, turned the faucet to hot water, and stepped in. The heat running down his back felt wonderful. He looked around for some sort of shampoo for guys but was in no luck and had to use the strawberry shampoo that Hermione smells like. Once he finished, Sirius felt a lot better fully clothed and clean and right then, while his hair was still wet, Hermione returned.
"Hey Hermione, how are you?" He asked towel drying his hair and looking at upside down as he bent over. She looked at him in a sort of confused way.
Hermione's POV
He looked absolutely stunning. Hermione had never seen Sirius Black look so handsome. But she couldn't let herself think this way. He was too old for her! He said it himself last night. 'I'm just an old man.' She repeated his words in her head. No it couldn't be. She couldn't love Sirius.
Sirius's POV:
The following day, Sirius woke up with his arm rapped around Hermione and they were lying on her bed. She really was beautiful Sirius thought. But there was no way.... Merlin's beard she was over fifteen years older then himself...
Hermione mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over onto his stomache unintentionally and he took in the smell of her hair. Strawberries. They smelled wonderful and the curls fell down upon her milky white cheek perfectly.
'What if she hadn't let me stay here with her?' Sirius thought to himself. No, he couldn't think about that. It's not important now.
Hermione started rolling around and she leaned over and slowly opened eyes to meet Sirius's. She was startled at first but his gentle stroke on her hair soothed her and reminded her what had happened the night before.
"Oh! Sirius, of course. I- I nearly forgot," She said to him as she picked up a pillow and moved away from Sirius's stomach. "How did you sleep?"
"Pretty well, actually," he told her convincingly. "With a pretty girl like you snuggled up to me, well, any man would sleep well," Sirius teased. Hermione laughed and hit him with the pillow.
"That's not funny," She giggled at him.
"Well, then why are you laughing?" Sirius asked innocently.
"OH, anyway," said Hermione changing the subject, "Today I have to go grocery shopping with my mom but I'll be back in about... an hour. So, why don't you take this as an opportunity to wash your clothes and get some food? All right? Sirius was obviously disappointed but he wounldn't show it.
"Okay fine. What's for breakfast?" He asked, his stomach rumbling beneath his white shirt and fine abs.
"Well, there's plenty of cereals and breads and juices downstairs so you can go down there after I leave."
"Okay. Sounds great." Sirius said sitting up on the bed as Hermione strode over to her desk. "And Hermione," he called over to her. She turned around and met her beautiful eyes with his. "Thank you. Thank you for taking me in like a stray puppy. I really don't deserve it."
"Oh of course you do Sirius. Don't be so silly. You've been a great friend to me and you nearly saved my and Harry's life a few weeks ago. I should be thanking you," she said striding over to him and embracing him in a warm hug. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left the room. Sirius was flustered.
'No,' he thought. 'I can't fall for a teenage girl. She's just a child.' But as Sirius said this to himself, another part of him was hoping, praying that Hermione felt the same way.
Sirius got up and walked towards her bathroom. Strawberries. He tried to move the thought away from his mind and he took off all his clothes and rapped a yellow towel around his waist so that he could go wash them. While he was waiting for his clothes to wash, he said in her kitchen, ate cornflakes, and thought. Thought about Harry, thought about Lupin, Ron, all the people he cared about who he may never see again. They thought he was dead. Everyone did, except Hermione.
"No," Sirius said to himself. "I will see them again." He then spilled the rest of his cereal down his throat and proceeded to the laundryroom.
"Thank God they're done." He brought them into her bathroom again and decided it would be a good idea to take a shower. 'Would she mind?' he asked himself. 'No of course not,' a voice answered. So he removed the towel, turned the faucet to hot water, and stepped in. The heat running down his back felt wonderful. He looked around for some sort of shampoo for guys but was in no luck and had to use the strawberry shampoo that Hermione smells like. Once he finished, Sirius felt a lot better fully clothed and clean and right then, while his hair was still wet, Hermione returned.
"Hey Hermione, how are you?" He asked towel drying his hair and looking at upside down as he bent over. She looked at him in a sort of confused way.
Hermione's POV
He looked absolutely stunning. Hermione had never seen Sirius Black look so handsome. But she couldn't let herself think this way. He was too old for her! He said it himself last night. 'I'm just an old man.' She repeated his words in her head. No it couldn't be. She couldn't love Sirius.