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Thanks to Freya for beta-ing and inspiring me with my ending (not that it's ending within four chapters.)

Chapter 8 – Sirius again

"Ugh, it's too early to be up," Hermione grumbled quietly to herself. It was Monday morning and she was up at the crack of dawn. The sun was shining faintly through the window. Hermione got dressed, picked up an ink pot, a piece of parchment and a quill and walked down the stairs into the common room. She sat herself down next to the now extinct fire.

She picked up the quill and started writing:

Dear Sirius,

I feel confused. I need you to help me with a problem that concerns a certain someone. Could you please come and meet me so we can discuss this? It would mean so much to me if you did.

Please say yes,

Hermione

She reread it and smiled. She needed advice, that was true, but she also wanted to see if he still held feelings for her. He knew by now that she was talking to him, and so that she must be developing feelings for him. Hermione lit a fire and sat there watching it for less than an hour when a person fell from it.

"Sirius?" Hermione asked.

"The one and only Sirius Black at your service, 'Mione!" Sirius told her brushing ash from his robes. "What's up? Are you ok?"

"Yea, I'm fine thanks for asking. Actually I wanted to talk about umm…you. Well, younger you, do you get it?"

"The me when we spoke through the parchment? Yea I get it. What about me?"

"Well, what happened with you? The things I don't know? How did you feel about me? That kind of stuff, you know?"

"Hermione slow down. God, I don't know how to tell you this. Can you give me a few minutes while I get dressed?" Hermione looked Sirius over and blushed. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

"Yea, sure, take all the time you need. I still have about an hour before anyone else gets up."

"I'll be five minutes!" With that Sirius flooed to Remus' house where he was currently staying because of the change in ownership of Grimmauld Place.

"Oh my God!" Hermione muttered while sinking into the arm chair. He was gorgeous, always had been, always will be, extremely gorgeous. After four minutes of sitting in silence, the only noises the crackling of the flames, Sirius returned.

"Us?" He asked.

"Us," Hermione confirmed. "What's going on?"

""What's" as in "What is" or as in "What was"?" Sirius asked grinning like a maniac.

""What was" What happened or will happen?" Hermione asked watching Sirius as he sat next to her.

"God, I'm so confused. Can we leave it in past tense?"

"Sirius! Yes, we'll leave it in past tense. Well, please tell me! Sirius?" Hermione looked up at Sirius, and saw his eyes soften from the grin.

"Hermione, I…I fell in…Oh, God, I fell in love with you." Sirius looked down.

"Sirius?" Hermione moved over and placed a hand on his cheek. "Talk to me?"

"I can't, 'Mione," Sirius said, standing up. "I've got to go. I'm sorry, I just can't."

"It's ok, Sirius." Hermione stood up with him and stood on tiptoes. She kept her hand on his face and placed her lips gently on his cheek. She felt him brush his arm against her hip as he turned away.

"Goodbye, Hermione." He said as he stood in front of the fire place.

"Bye, Sirius. Before you go?" She said as he turned. "Any hints?"

"You need me." And with that, Sirius left.

""You need me"" Hermione mocked. "Yes, Sirius, I know I need you. Why couldn't you have just told me what I have to do? Ugh, guys can be so infuriating!" Hermione left Gryffindor Tower and walked slowly down to breakfast, all the way trying not to think about how cute Sirius looked half dressed.

A/N yea, I know it's short! I'm sorry but it needs to end there so the next chapter can happen the way I want it to. That's all I am saying. Hehe lol! Lul, J