Author's Note: Not written for grangerblack100 but for the Fall Challenge at sirius100.
Not Quite Eden
Hearing the squealing whine of old pipes, Sirius looked up from the newspaper to watch Hermione wash a bright, red apple, fresh from the fall harvest. Placing it on a worn out wooden cutting board and grabbing a knife from the drawer, she walked to the table and began carefully cutting it into wedges. Looking up to find him watching her intently, she blushed at the force of his gaze.
"Want some?" she asked, pushing the wedges forward.
Sirius smiled rougishly. "Tempting me with apples, love? Not terribly original, that."
Hermione snorted. "Adam was innocent, you Mr. Black, are anything but."
