Well hello there! I have decided to start another story bc well I felt like it so there. It's a Sirius/Hermione fic which at first kind of freaked me out the way all the Hermione/older men fics used to but then I realized "oh that's right I'm fifteen" so I got a grip and thought of this story so I hope you like it

Disclaimer: this will be my first and last disclaimer bc good disclaimers are hard to come up with and I would like to focus on my story and not this stupid thing saying I am not getting money for this which everyone should get into their brains bc lets face it, I AM BROKE! Anyway the show must go on and go on it will so take that punk

Once again, Harry Potter, the famous "Boy-Who-Lived", was lying wide awake in his four poster. Ever since fifth year when Sirius had died, Harry would often lie awake in his bed and blame himself for his godfather's death. At first, he had hoped it was merely a disappearance, and Sirius would turn up somewhere. But, it had been almost two years, and Harry had finally let himself realize that Sirius was dead.

"God, I miss him" Harry said to the darkness surrounding him in his Head dorm. One of the many perks of being Head Boy: privacy.

Harry would still dream about that fateful night at the Ministry of Magic. He would see Bellatrix taunting Sirius and insulting him, and he would see Sirius fight bravely against his deranged family member. Harry would always wake up crying, because he couldn't help thinking about how if he had listened to Hermione, Sirius would still be alive and all would be right. Hermione had been his only real comfort when Sirius died. Ron had tried to make him feel better, but Ron wasn't very good at comforting people, in general. But Hermione, she didn't make him feel worse for not listening to her, but she stood by him and didn't ask him the bothersome questions every other Gryffindor, including Ron, had managed to ask him. Hermione had been there for him, and waited patiently for him to open up, instead of pressuring him to satisfy her curiosity. She had helped him feel a little less guilty, and she helped him to at least to be able act completely happy in public. The hardest part for Harry wasn't the guilt or the blame he placed on himself; but he missed Sirius like he had never missed anyone. Sirius was one of the best parts of his life, and now he was gone. Harry missed Sirius very much, and he knew he would miss him forever. But he didn't know that another Gryffindor was awake, also feeling guilt tear her apart.

Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts, couldn't sleep either. She felt incredibly guilty about Sirius, but for a different reason. She had always accused him of living through Harry, and now he was dead because he tried to protect Harry. She hadn't actually told Sirius that she thought he was living through Harry, but she made sure he knew she disapproved of him. She walked around Hogwarts at night many times feeling guilty, as she was doing tonight. Now he was gone, and she never got the chance to apologize. But there was also something that she didn't know. The Azkaban escapee they all knew and missed was nowhere close to being gone. In fact, he was alive and well and living in Hogwarts. Actually, he was right behind Hermione, watching her walk about the halls.

Sirius Black was indeed alive. He had never died; he had never fought Bellatrix Lestrange; he hadn't ever been to the Department of Mysteries; he hadn't actually left 12 Grimmauld Place that night. And he had been living in Hogwarts ever since the beginning of Harry's sixth year. He liked living at Hogwarts. It was much easier for him to watch over Harry and the other two members of the infamous trio, when they didn't know or suspect that he was there. But something unexpected happened. In the process of watching the trio, Sirius fell in love...with Hermione Granger.

He had never meant to fall in love with Hermione; it just happened. Always being so close, watching her when she thought she was alone, seeing what she did and acted like when she didn't know he was around, it simply just happened. In her sixth year, he had learned how caring and good-natured she was. And her looks didn't hurt, either. She had grown so much, and she had definitely outgrown her buck toothed and bushy haired phase. She had long curly brown hair and her teeth were now normal. Her eyes, her skin, everything about her made Sirius more and more in love. He would watch her walk around Hogwarts late at night, and always wonder why she would do so. For a long time, he had tried to convince himself that he only watched her for her own safety, but eventually, he admitted to himself that he had feelings for the young Gryffindor. Sirius was very lucky that she had never noticed that he was there. If she had, everything would have been ruined. And besides, he hadn't been called "Padfoot" for nothing. He didn't have an invisibility cloak, so he had to rely on his soft steps, dog-like instincts to keep him out of trouble. If she ever happened to turn around, he would duck into a dark corner, and wait for her to look in another direction. But all he wanted to do was come out, look deeply into Hermione's amber colored eyes and tell her how much he loved her.

"Hermione" he accidentally spoke aloud.

"Who's there?" Hermione questioned, turning around to see who had spoken. Sirius wasn't quick enough this time, because he was much more mesmerized than he had ever been before, and in result, he was greeted with a very surprised Head Girl.

"Oh my God! Sir-Sirius?! Oh my God! Oh my..." Hermione said, falling into a faint. Sirius leapt to her side and caught before she hit the hard stone ground.

"Shit" Sirius whispered while picking her up and carefully taking her to the Hospital Wing.

Some while later, Sirius arrived at the Hospital Wing and immediately Madame Pomfrey came to help Hermione.

"Sirius, what happened?" she asked, leading Sirius to an empty bed.

"I'm afraid I gave her quite a fright. I guess she wasn't expecting to see me walking the halls of Hogwarts" he replied, while setting her down, even though he didn't want to let go.

"Oh dear, how are we going to explain this to her when she wakes up?"

"I'll speak to Dumbledore, but when she does wake up, don't tell her anything until Dumbledore sees her. Say whatever you want, Poppy, but don't tell her about me, ok?"

"Of course. Oh, Sirius this is bad. This is very, very bad..." Madam Pomfrey said as she left Hermione's bedside. Once the nurse was out of sight, Sirius planted a small kiss on Hermione's forehead. As he turned to leave, he looked back at Hermione and quietly said,

"I'm sorry, Hermione, you weren't supposed to know. It's for your own good. But in time, in time, my love..."

A/N: short I know but how do you like it? is it good? Is it stinky?(that's right, I'm 15) Please let me know if I should continue this story or not. I love reviews, they make me happy and you know what that means. Happy author=a lot of updating. Don't you love math sometimes? Just kidding but please please review well I'm signing out peace

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Ooh p.s.- I will explain how Sirius is alive in the next chapter if people want me to continue