Chapter Five

"...WHAT?" Ron exploded. Sirius nodded and looked down to the ground. Harry bit on his lip.

"Yeah..."

"HOW COULD YOU?"

"It... it just happened, okay?" Sirius snapped. "I didn't mean for it to happen!"

"That's just pedophile!"

"No it isn't! I'm seventeen at the moment, aren't I?"

"THE SIRIUS HERMIONE KNOWS IS SUPPOSEDLY FORTY YEARS OLD AND DE-"

"RON CALM DOWN!" Harry yelled.

"Look, Ron, I didn't mean for me to kiss her, okay? She... she was a little down and needed some cheering up."

"So you snogged her?" Ron staggered back, clutching his jaw. Sirius took his bruised fist back, turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.

"Neville," Harry said. Neville looked up from his book. "Talk to him." He jumped out of bed and raced after Sirius.

"Steven!"

"What, Neville?"

"Wait up!" Sirius stopped in the hallway and turned around. "Uh... what's up?" Sirius looked at him, exasperated.

"Is that what you stopped me for?"

"...Yes?" Sirius sighed, scratched his head and leaned against the wall. "Okay, no. Why'd you sock Ron?"

"Because the prat wouldn't shut up. Neville, please, I'm late."

"For what?"

"I'm meeting with Dumbledore."

"You're a horrible liar."

"Only when I'm not doing too good. I have detention with Snape."

"Do you like Hermione?"

"I don't know, Neville. I'm confused." Neville looked at Sirius sideways.

"Gram told me something once. Things happen for a reason. Maybe Hermione is the reason that you're here." Neville turned around and walked away, leaving Sirius speechless.

"...He actually said something that makes sense," he murmured to himself before wandering down to Snape's office. "How you doing, Snape-o?"

"Clean up this mess," Snape commanded, pointing to a spot of potion on the floor. Sirius shrugged and pulled out his wand.

"Scourgify." Snape splashed potion down on it again.

"Without magic, please."

"Scourgify."

"Without magic."

"Scourgify."

"Without magic, Sirius."

"Scourgify. You didn't say please."

"Please."

"Be more specific, please."

"Listen, Black, you are my student!"

"Yeah, get used to it. Scourgify."

Splash-

"Scourgify."

Splash-

"Scourgify. You know, this is getting really old. Scourgify. Why don't you just say please and be specific?"

"Please clean this mess up."

"I didn't make it. You clean it." Sirius failed to keep a straight face and burst out laughing. I'm joking, I'm kidding. Where're the rags?"

"Use your hands."

"I'm not using my hands! You're insane! Scourgify. Scourgify or nothing, Severus."

"Get out of my dungeon." Sirius bowed downand left with a smirk. He went back to the Common Room.

"That was fast," Neville commented. Sirius laughed and sat down beside him.

"You really look like your mom, you know?" Neville smiled.

"I get that a lot." Sirius nodded and looked to the staircase, where Hermione was coming down.

"S'cuse me," Sirius murmured and left the Common Room again. Hermione's eyes followed him out of the room. She sat down next to Neville.

"Hi, Hermione."

"Hello, Neville. How are you today?"


Get her out of your head, Sirius.

I can't!

Don't be stupid.

Get out of my head, father!

She's a mudblood. She's not worthy of your blood, forget about her.

"I CAN'T!" Sirius yelled into the stormy night.

You're weak.

That sounds funny, coming from a dead man.

Mind your manners, boy.

Father, do shut up.

Sirius looked up to the sky, letting the raindrops fall down onto him. He walked over to a bench and sat down, not caring if it was wet. He heard footsteps approaching him and cocked his head backwards. When he saw Hermione, he looked back towards the lake and sighed.

"Hi, Sirius." Sirius nodded. "Uh... can I sit?" Sirius glanced at the seat next to her and back to the lake. Hermione sat down next to him and searched his eyes through his dark brown hair. "Are you all right?"

"Hm... I get sent twenty-two years into the future,I kissed someone that's apparently twenty-two years younger than me, I punch one of my friends, I just recently had a mental fight with my father... life couldn't be better, Hermione."

"Sirius, I don't hate you for it."

"I hate myself for it, though." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Okay, not really, but... I don't know... Neville said something that scared me, though. Everything happens for a reason."

"Why does that scare you?"

"Because he said my reason coming here might have been you."

"...And...?" Sirius looked at her.

"...And I'm scared that he might be right, Hermione. The Professors... when they're around me, it's as if they know something I don't. They give us the eyes, for Merlin's sake!"

"What's there to be scared of, Sirius?" Hermione asked softly.

"...I'm... I'm scared of love," Sirius replied quietly. Hermione reached out and gently touched his chin.

"Don't be." Sirius leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips when a loud thunder clap rang through the air. They laughed and stood up to go inside. "Let's keep this secret," she whispered. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"So you don't punch Ron again."


Sorry! This chapter was a teenie bit short! Sorry for the delay, I'm also working on a OliverKatie fic Why Do I Love You? A Lion's Tale.

R&R!

-Anna