Disclaimer: I have a very beautiful ring that I got for my birthday from my wonderful boyfriend. I also have a vase full of roses that I got from him, too. But, I didn't get Harry Potter for my birthday, unfortunately. If I were JK Rowling, do you think that I would be wishing for him for my birthday? No. I would already have him! Duh!

A/N: To every one who 'hit' this story and didn't review, I forgive you. Also, thank you for reading it. To anyone who did review, thank you too, and I will thank you personally once I receive them.

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Chapter Two:

"Well. This certainly doesn't look very promising." Sirius replied when he saw the body of the girl. Hermione had her head turned. She couldn't look at the body without gagging. "Wait a minute, what's this?" He said, bending down over the body and retrieving a folded piece of paper.

"Hermione, did you drop this?" Sirius asked her. She turned to look at the item. She didn't recognize it at all.

"No, why? Did you? Or the Headmaster?" She asked. Dumbledore shook his head while still examining the site for any clues as to who could have possibly done this.

"Well, it has your name on it." He finished, handing it to her. She stared at it curiously. Sure enough, there was her name in a very loopy handwriting that she didn't recognize. The letter was sealed with a wax seal that had some creatures head imprinted into it. As she was about to open it, her common sense got the better of her.

"Professor, do you recognize this script?" She asked. The professor walked over to where she was standing and took the letter from her.

He held it close to his face as he examined it. Finally, he shook his head. "No, I am afraid that I don't. But it could easily be any bodies. They could have simply used a script changing spell." He turned the envelope over again. "And I suggest you wait until we get back to headquarters before you open it. Incase there is something wrong with it, I would like to examine it fully."

She nodded her head. Just as she did, a series of pops announced the arrival of the order members that Harry went after.

"Ah, Harry, Remus. I was awaiting your arrival. Tell me, do either of you see anything unusual about this scene?"

Harry looked around, while Remus sniffed the air.

"Well, there appears to be no sign of a struggle. I mean, other than the evident blood, there is nothing on the ground that would show that this happened here. It must have happened elsewhere, and then her body brought here." He summed up. Dumbledore nodded.

"I agree. What do you concur, Remus?" The Headmaster asked the werewolf.

Remus sniffed the air again. " Something...not right...not...human, was here. Or at least, attacked this girl and killed her. I can smell it, but it is like no other creature that I have ever smelt before."

Dumbledore's face went grave." I had a bad feeling that something like this would happen. The funny thing is, I thought that it would be rogue death eaters behind a few murders."

Hermione finally overcame her queasiness. She decided that if she didn't look at the body or smell to much, then she was fine." This definitely doesn't look like the work of any ex-death eater. Their work is usually clean, considering that they usually use the Killing Curse as their weapon. And unless they developed a new one...I don't think it was one of them."

As she waited for their replies, she made the mistake of glancing at the body. She stumbled sideways and was caught by Sirius, only to jerk out of his arms and throw up.

"Whoa, whoa. I think it's about time you went home and got some rest. I think all these order members can handle this from here. You've been through enough for one night." He grabbed her arm, and, despite her protests, apparated her home.

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Well, to his home anyway. She looked around. "I thought you were taking me home." She stated. His face grew red.

"I did. Until whoever did this is caught, you are staying here. I don't want anything to happen to you..." He said. Realizing that he said too much, he quickly began to speak again, in hopes that she would forget.

"So, welcome home, Ms.Granger. You can have my bed tonight. Don't worry," He said, catching sight of her wide eyes," I'll room with Harry or stay in another of my dozen room's tonight." She smiled.

"Thank you. For all of this, I mean. I always have admired you. You are a great wizard, Sirius Black." She said.

'If only,' he thought,' If only she knew how much those words meant to me. If she only knew how much I admire her, too.'

His thoughts were interrupted by her clearing her throat. "Hmm Hmm." She said. " Sorry to interrupt your thoughts, but I need something clean to sleep in, if you don't mind."

He looked around the room, trying to think of what he could possibly give her. "Right." He said, going over to his closet. He pulled out a large t-shirt and handed it to her.

"There. I hope that works. You can use that bathroom over there."

She nodded.

"Is there anything else you need? Food? Water?" He asked, awkwardly.

She shook her head. " I don't think I could keep it down." She said.

"Right. Well, goodnight, Hermione." He said, and, before he could stop himself, he walked over and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Then, he hurried out of the room before she had a chance to reply.

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Hermione just stood there, her hand on her head where his kiss had been, in complete and utter shock.

She didn't know what to think. Part of her wanted to scream 'Eewww! I've just been kissed by Harry's godfather!' But the other part of her, most of her actually, liked it. Enjoyed it, she would even venture to say.

As she walked over to the bed, his bed, she felt as if she were floating on air. She lay her head down on the pillow, his pillow, and took in his scent. It was wonderful. Terribly masculine, but it was still wonderful to her.

And she fell asleep, all worries chased out of her head by great black Labrador dogs.

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Sirius smacked himself squarely in the fore head.

'How could I have done that!' He thought. 'She's going to think me a creep! A weird old guy who tried to put the moves on her. And didn't she just say that Draco had tried the same thing? Ok, so his was worse, and I can see why he wanted her so much. I mean, if the skin on her fore head was that soft, I can only imagine…' He smacked himself in the forehead again.

'I really need to stop doing that.' He thought, as he headed to the bathroom to take a 'cold' shower, and then to one of the spare bedrooms to go to bed himself.