Title: Fading Into You

Author: Morbid Romantic

Genre: Romance/Humor

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black

Disclaimer: None of it's mine.

Authors Note: I know it's a rather short, annoying chapter...but Once I got to the last sentence, I just couldn't write anymore. :( More will be on the way soon, I promise.

Chapter Two: If Looks Could Kill.

The breath enters and leaves my lungs at an almost inhuman pace. My hands twine themselves into my hair and I resist the urge to scream.

This. Cannot. Be. Happening.

My eyes dart from a slightly younger Professor Dumbledore, and the younger version of my best friends' dead godfather. Dumbledore smiles reassuringly, eyes twinkling. He pats my shoulder and leaves the room. Sirius remains, staring at me in amusement.

I stare back at him. A smirk slinks onto his face and my watering eyes narrow into a glare.

If only looks could kill.

I stare at this strange girl who sits on one of the hospital beds. She hyperventilates, seconds away from throwing a fit. I can't help but smirk at her. This is all rather amusing, after all.

Apparently there is...this do-hickey...thing. It's called a Time Mover...or...something like that. Do you seriously expect me to pay attention to what is coming out of her mouth when she's wearing a shirt like that? But...anyways, to cut a long story short, some guy called her a mudblood bitch and shoved her down the stairs.

That's when she fell at my feet, and now she doesn't know how to get back to her home...or something. Really, she kept leaning over and hugging her knees...I'd like to see you pay attention with that going on.

I continue to smirk at her, and I hear her let out a low growl. Her eyes snap shut and she tries to breathe normally.

"This so cannot be happening." I hear her whisper. I let out a soft laugh. "Shut it, Black."

I cock my head and stare at her. "How do you know who I am?" I grin and get a little closer to the bed, staring down her shirt, "I don't recall ever meeting you, and believe me, I would." She glares at me and I raise my eyebrows suggestively.

I ignore his obvious comment about my breasts, and slowly start to get out of bed. My body aches. I feel like I'm on fire.

"Hey..." He says, instantly appearing at my side. I glare at him and push him a few feet to the left. He pouts.

"I am going to the common room." I say stiffly. He pouts some more, and I try to ignore how cute he is.

Cute? Sirius? Cute?

That is so wrong...

TBC