Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, events and/or places that are recognized as being written and created by J.K. Rowling. J.K. Rowling owns all the characters and places from the Harry Potter books including the ones used in this story.
"I love you Hermione Granger." Sirius said, taking Hermione's face in his hands. He bent forward and softly led her into a passionate, deep kiss. Hermione's skin erupted in goose pimples as she felt Sirius's hands run down her back. All of a sudden it started to rain. Large drops landed in Hermione's eyes causing Sirius's face to blur. His black silky hair became red and the bright blue sky above them turned into dismal beige. Hermione rubbed her eyes, trying to get them to refocus, as she felt another splash of rain on her face.
Hermione opened her eyes. "Ron! What are you doing?" Hermione was in her bed. Ron stood over her with dripping fingers and a glass of water in his hand.
"It's nearly 10 o'clock, Hermione." Ron said, wiping his fingers on her blanket. "Time to get up."
"Thanks for interrupting my dream." Hermione said, sitting up. She smiled as she thought about her delicious and unrealistic fake kiss.
"Sorry." Ron said, rolling his eyes. "Hurry up and get dressed. I'm bored."
Hermione got out of her bed and walked over to her dresser. She stopped abruptly in her tracks and spun back around. "Um, Ronald?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and expecting Ron to know what she was going to say.
"Yeah?" Ron sat down comfortably on Hermione's bed.
"Get out."
Ron made his face into a pout and than ran out of the room laughing. "I'll be waiting here!" he yelled, before the door slammed him out of sight.
Turning back to her dresser, Hermione began to think about what to wear. She pulled out a pink t-shirt but threw it back in the drawer; then she picked it up again, folded it, and placed it neatly back in its place. She reached for her red collared shirt, but felt it made her look too much like a boy; and she wanted to appear as womanly as possible, without over doing it. Hermione ran through almost every shirt in her drawer and found each one unsuitable and ugly.
She had two shirts left. She held a white tank top with a pretty yellow flower up to her body. "I don't think he'd...why am I trying to impress Sirius Black!?" Hermione screamed. She covered her mouth with her hand when she remembered that Ron was standing right outside her door. She placed the white tank back in the drawer and grabbed the last item. It was a black tank top. She threw it on and pared it with a pair of jeans.
Perfect, she thought. "Oh stop it!" she said out loud, shaking her head. She frowned looking at her reflection. "It's official; I'm insane."
Hermione hated the fact that she had developed an unstoppable crush on Sirius. It began the moment she stepped foot into number 12 Grimmauld Place. There was something about his rugged, I've-escaped-from-prison look that made her knees weak. Plus, he generally was a nice and sweet man. Not to mention funny and sarcastic; Hermione found every aspect of Sirius's personality oddly appealing. Even when he was acting depressed and grumpy, he still seemed to drip sexiness.
Hermione was a smart girl though. She didn't like to dwell on her weird feelings towards Sirius. First, he was much older than her and second, he wasn't exactly the type of person she should be setting her heart on. I'll admit it though, she thought. That was a good dream.
"What took so long?" Ron asked her, as he got up from his seat on the floor.
"I didn't know what to wear."
"Does it matter?" he asked. Hermione rolled her eyes. Sometimes she felt that Ron was so thick. "Well," he continued, once they were safely away from the portrait of Mrs. Black. "What should we do today?"
Hermione laughed slightly. "Right now, I'm going to go get some food," Ron sighed. "Go see what Fred and George are up to. I'll come find you after I've eaten, ok?" Ron smiled brightly at Hermione and the two parted ways.
Hermione sprinted to the dining room. She was starting to feel weak with hunger. She burst into the room and immediately felt annoyed by Ginny, who was obviously giggling and flirting with Sirius. Ginny looked away from Sirius and glared at Hermione.
"Oh how cute! You two are dressed alike today!" Mrs. Weasley said, smiling at Hermione and Ginny. Hermione quickly noticed that Ginny was too wearing a black tank top and jeans. But to make matters worse, she was sitting all by herself at the table with Sirius. Like Sirius would ever be interested in you, Ginny. Hermione thought. Wait a second, what on earth am I thinking. He wouldn't be interested in either of us.
Hermione's sane and smart side told her to go sit down next to Ginny and be a good girl, but the other half of her brain—the side infatuated with Sirius—wanted to make Ginny as jealous as possible.
Hermione walked over towards Sirius. Seeing her coming, Sirius pulled out the seat next to him and patted it. "Morning Hermione."
She sat down next to him and smiled wide; more because she caught Ginny's angry look than because she was sitting next to her object of lust.
