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WARNING: This chapter contains mild fluff. Be warned!

Sirius was lettering Hermione every week. She loved it; he talked about all the stupid little things that were going on in the household. He talked about Snape being such a little bitch and Kreacher being annoying. Hermione always lettered back, she talked about how stupid some of her professors were and how Harry was all angsty and Ron was all socially awkward.

Hermione hadn't told anyone about her late-night visit. She was terrified that the man would come back if she told anyone, and by the sounds of it, they were going to come back soon. She had thought about going to Dumbledore, but her fear took over her every time she went to his office.

"Some Gryffindor I am…" she whispered to herself as she ran away from Dumbledore's office for the fifth time.

Something seemed odd though.

Instead of ignoring her or calling her the usual names, most of the Slytherins were watching her with interest. Especially Malfoy's clan.

Hermione decided to ignore this; it probably had something to do with the final battle and all of Harry's shiznet.

Hermione was still doing well in school. She was aceing all of her classes, but she felt terrible.

It had been two months since she had seen Sirius and she was growing anxious. She was worried that someone might come after and… she didn't want to think about it.

Everything brightened up though.

Hermione,

I feel that something is bothering you. I know you will deny it, so I am going to come and visit anyways so we can save a lengthy argument.

Snuffles

Hermione smiled when she read this. The time that they were going to spend with each other wouldn't be like at Christmas –which was fantastic- but at least she'll have someone to lean on.

Hermione reached the whomping willow at midnight. She looked at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it wasn't a full moon.

"One less thing I have to worry about…" she said to herself as she poked the knot on the tree with a rather large stick.

Hermione slipped inside and ran down the passage way into the shrieking shack.

She found Sirius in the bedroom that they first met, where Harry had almost killed him. She smiled when she saw him and they hugged.

Hermione and Sirius laid down on their backs on the bed.

"So…" Sirius started. Hermione knew what was to come. "What's been bothering you?"

Hermione hesitated. Should she tell Sirius? It would only worry him further…

'Now I know what Harry felt like every time something happened to him…' she thought to herself.

"I don't know what you were talking about in that letter Sirius, nothings been worrying me." She utterly lied.

Sirius turned to her and leaned on his elbow.

"Don't even try that with me. I know you more than you know yourself." He smirked.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked, outraged.

"It means that you show everything on your face, and you don't even know it." Sirius twirled Hermione's hair around his finger.

Hermione sighed. Yes, that was true. Just look at how Harry's always reacted.

'Oh god… what are we going to do about Harry?' she thought to herself.

"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you or not?" Sirius poked her.

Hermione closed her eyes.

"Fine." And she told him about the man visiting her in the night.

This bothered Sirius greatly. He began to pace around the room, running his fingers through his hair.

"You have to tell Dumbledore," he stated.

"Sirius, I don't know-"

"If you don't tell him, I will." He looked her strait in the eyes. "I am not losing another loved one Hermione, I'm sorry.

Hermione nodded, got up from the bed and began kissing Sirius.

"Did you know that I heart you?" she said.

Sirius grinned. "Obviously."

Hermione emerged from the whomping willow about an hour later. She was all sweaty from her and Sirius's shenanigans in the bedroom and she wipe the sweat from her forehead when she walked inside.

"Miss Granger? What are you doing?"

Shit. It was fucking Professor Brown. Oh shit, she was fucked now.

"I was just doing my rounds Professor, I am head girl." Hermione lied quickly. That was lame, really lame. She's going to see right through it.

"Why were you doing them outside?"

Hermione bit her lip. She was going to have to play dumb on this one. Professor Brown wasn't that bad, she never really intervened like Umbridge and she seemed to really value Hermione as a student.

"I thought we were supposed to do them outside Professor, that's what the other head boy told me." She hoped that Brown would play along.

Professor Brown considered her for a moment.

"Who is the head boy?"

"Draco Malfoy." Oh sweet! She could get him in shit for fun! That douche deserved it.

Brown nodded. "That ones been giving me trouble. It seems that you have been pranked Miss Granger. Don't trust that boy again." Brown nodded at her to go to bed and Hermione ran up the stairs.

When she looked behind her she found Brown looking out at the grounds, peering at the whomping willow.

Hollaz! I am trying to update more often so I can finish this over the march break. Otherwise, there's a large chance that I will forget about this story. I wouldn't want to do that though, it's not very nice...