"Kreature, supper was good," Hermione said, used to him being nice to her now.
"Thank you, mistress. Would you like a glass of wine?"
"Yes, please. White, if we have it."
"That is the only kind of wine that we have now, 'Mione," Sirius said, a smile on his face.
"Oh, right. I had forgotten that i had thrown all of the reds off the top of the house." They both laughed, remembering Hermione's first act as soon as she was well was to throw every single bottle of red wine in the black household right off the top of the house, no matter the age or quality.
Sirius got up and checked the time.
"Seven o'clock. I Think that i will go read," Sirius said to Hermione, getting up and stretching.
"Alright. I'm going to go bathe." Sirius nodded, and walked out quickly. He seemed to have a growing... problem, thinking of Hermione laying in his bed, in her nightgown, probably a tee shirt and a pair of simple shorts.
"Kreature." The elf appeared. "Please go change the linens on my bed."
"Of course, Master." The elf scurried off. Sirius went to the second bathroom, to take care of his now obvious problem, a large one, one that was growing with every second that Sirius though about Hermione on his bed, looking at him with half-lidded eyes.
2 years ago.
It wasn't the first time that Sirius and Hermione had shared a meal, but it was most definitely the most personal. The dish was eaten off one plate, and used chop-sticks. Hermione, having been used to Chop-stick by now, had been eating with ease. Sirius had been having much more trouble. Laughing, Hermione took them out of his grasp, and showed him how to do it. she placed one in his hand, followed by the other. he mastered it quickly. The table was too wide for eather of them to lean over it, so they sat side- by- side.
Their arms had brushed innumerable times throughout the night, but neither of them could ignore it. They became aware of it more so towards the end, noting that they had been moving closer and closer through out the evening.
It reached a peak when Hermione was studying hid long, dark, curly hair. Sirius had, of course, felt her breath on his ear, I mean, who wouldn't? Here was this beautiful twenty-two year old woman- for she most definitely was a woman by now- sitting right next to him, eating from the same plate as him, even.
Sirius turned his face to her, to talk better, and found his face centimeters from hers, being able to see every detail, but mostly her beautiful eyes. unthinkingly, Sirius touched his lips to hers, them kissing for a moment, Hermione responding extremely well, before they broke it at the same moment.
"Excuse me, Hermione," Sirius said, finding himself, like Hermione, almost uncomforably aroused at the thought of kissing her.
"Of course." They both left, to go deal with their own problems, thinking of each other, but not knowing the other was thinking of them as well.
an- sorry for all the short chapters, I am trying to lengthen them. Reviews are love.