This work is a piece of pure fiction, based on the Harry Potter books.
Some spoilers. This is slightly AU, as it implies something about Hermione that is not stated in canon. One-shot fic, with the potential to become more. Very, very slight Hermione/Sirius.
DISLCAIMER: One and only, so get it here. I. Own. Nothing. This includes the Harry Potter series and sundry. That all belongs to different people, who make a lot more money than I do.
Transformation
Hermione had always been the serious one, not prone to flights of fancy. About the closest she'd gotten to cooing over something cute was Crookshanks; that cat seemed to be her one indulgence of frivolity.
Well, now she had two.
It had started off simple enough. The first time she'd seen him do it was on the Hogwarts grounds, after the incident at the Shrieking Shack. At the time she hadn't paid much attention (they'd had bigger things to worry about right at that moment, like a vicious werewolf), but still, some part of her acknowledged the simple beauty in the transformation.
After that, there was always something else to worry about. It wasn't really until right before her fifth year that she started to appreciate it.
It wasn't just the theory behind it, or the practice, or the discipline it took to achieve something this great. It was the way he moved, the way he looked that intrigued her. For once, she appreciated someone simply for their looks.
She felt very shallow for it.
He didn't mind, though. The first she'd approached him about it, he'd expected her to ask a million and one questions.
"I just want to watch," she'd told him. So he'd done as she'd asked, and she watched, and then she smiled and left.
It didn't happen again until a few days later. She was like a junkie, getting her fix and feeling guilty about it. But he smiled and told her not to feel guilty, that there was nothing to feel guilt over. It kept his mind off things, really, gave him something to do in this big old house besides sit there and feel sorry for himself..
Eventually, just watching the transformation wasn't enough. So she started coming to him, every day, and would spend hours with him, just looking, until Molly or someone else in the house interupted them. She also started asking questions, her curious mind not one to be kept locked up for long, even though the thrill, the fascination with just looking hadn't faded in the slightest. So she started asking questions. She learned more about the transformation from him than she could have reading a thousand books on the subject.
However, all things must come to an end, and her time at the house drew short until the day came for her to leave, back to Hogwarts and another school year. But, to her surprise, she found herself dreading the thought of it, all of it. Going to Hogwarts, leaving the house, leaving him. There would be none like him at school. Not even McGonagall could compare.
So, the day before she was to leave, she stole some precious time away from Harry. Stole the man who'd captured her so completely, just on one single attribute.
He transformed, and they sat there, like that, for a while, before the great, bear-like dog melted back in to the man known as Sirius Black.
"I've just got one question left for you."
He got up off the floor and sat next to her, one leg curled up under him. "What's that?"
Hermione tilted her head at him, crooking an elbow over the back of the couch. "What's it like, when you transform?"
Sirius laughed. "You should know. You're an animagus as well."
"Yes, that's true. But I've always loved your transformation best."
Some spoilers. This is slightly AU, as it implies something about Hermione that is not stated in canon. One-shot fic, with the potential to become more. Very, very slight Hermione/Sirius.
DISLCAIMER: One and only, so get it here. I. Own. Nothing. This includes the Harry Potter series and sundry. That all belongs to different people, who make a lot more money than I do.
Transformation
Hermione had always been the serious one, not prone to flights of fancy. About the closest she'd gotten to cooing over something cute was Crookshanks; that cat seemed to be her one indulgence of frivolity.
Well, now she had two.
It had started off simple enough. The first time she'd seen him do it was on the Hogwarts grounds, after the incident at the Shrieking Shack. At the time she hadn't paid much attention (they'd had bigger things to worry about right at that moment, like a vicious werewolf), but still, some part of her acknowledged the simple beauty in the transformation.
After that, there was always something else to worry about. It wasn't really until right before her fifth year that she started to appreciate it.
It wasn't just the theory behind it, or the practice, or the discipline it took to achieve something this great. It was the way he moved, the way he looked that intrigued her. For once, she appreciated someone simply for their looks.
She felt very shallow for it.
He didn't mind, though. The first she'd approached him about it, he'd expected her to ask a million and one questions.
"I just want to watch," she'd told him. So he'd done as she'd asked, and she watched, and then she smiled and left.
It didn't happen again until a few days later. She was like a junkie, getting her fix and feeling guilty about it. But he smiled and told her not to feel guilty, that there was nothing to feel guilt over. It kept his mind off things, really, gave him something to do in this big old house besides sit there and feel sorry for himself..
Eventually, just watching the transformation wasn't enough. So she started coming to him, every day, and would spend hours with him, just looking, until Molly or someone else in the house interupted them. She also started asking questions, her curious mind not one to be kept locked up for long, even though the thrill, the fascination with just looking hadn't faded in the slightest. So she started asking questions. She learned more about the transformation from him than she could have reading a thousand books on the subject.
However, all things must come to an end, and her time at the house drew short until the day came for her to leave, back to Hogwarts and another school year. But, to her surprise, she found herself dreading the thought of it, all of it. Going to Hogwarts, leaving the house, leaving him. There would be none like him at school. Not even McGonagall could compare.
So, the day before she was to leave, she stole some precious time away from Harry. Stole the man who'd captured her so completely, just on one single attribute.
He transformed, and they sat there, like that, for a while, before the great, bear-like dog melted back in to the man known as Sirius Black.
"I've just got one question left for you."
He got up off the floor and sat next to her, one leg curled up under him. "What's that?"
Hermione tilted her head at him, crooking an elbow over the back of the couch. "What's it like, when you transform?"
Sirius laughed. "You should know. You're an animagus as well."
"Yes, that's true. But I've always loved your transformation best."