Chapter 6

Hermione lay on her bed at The Burrow sobbing into her pillow. 'What the hell is the matter with me' she thought. 'I realise I have a crush on a man, well not just any man, Sirius Black, who could blame me, he is irrestable…Oh my God! What am I thinking!'

Suddenly a knock on the door brought her from her thoughts. She looked up to see Sirius poking his head around the door. She couldn't quite read the look on his face.

'Can I come in?' he asked

'Yeah,sure.' Sirius entered and closed the door behind him. He moved towards her and sat on the edge of her bed. She sat up and leaned against her headboard, her arms wrapped around her knees.

'Hermione, what just happened?' he asked slightly anxiously.

'I…I….I'm sorry Sirius, I just… I don't know, I just freaked… I…'

'Hermione, its o.k, I'm just worried about you. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.'

'No, I… It's my fault, I… well I suppose I did feel a bit uncomfortable, but it's not really your fault… It's just no one has ever said such nice things to me as you do.' Her cheeks blushed violently.

'I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable, but I just can't help telling you how great I think you are. I told you years ago, that you were the smartest witch of your age I had ever met.'

'You made me blush when you told me that.' She looked up as she heard him laugh.

'Don't laugh at me, Mr Black.'

'And that's what you said to me that made me blush…'

'Your kidding!'

'Nope, no way… the last time somebody showed me that much respect, James and Lily were still alive.'

'You miss them a lot, don't you.' She asked, enjoying his company.

He seemed to relax and decided to lay down upon her bed, she remained where she was but couldn't help her eyes moving over his body.

'yeah,' he replied. 'Harry reminds me of James so much you know, except he isn't so cocky. Sometimes you remind me of Lily, you know.'

'Really?'

'Yeah, she was 'adorable' too!' he winked at her and laughed when she blushed.

She hid he face in the pillow! He rolled over and leaned on his elbows.

'Hermione?'

'yeah?' she answered looking into those midnight eyes. He reached forward and put his hand on hers.

'please don't be scared or uncomfortable with me.' There was a note of pleading in his voice.

She looked down at his hand and gently rubbed her thumb across his tattooed knuckles. It gave him the reassurance he needed and her touch made him tingle.

'Why do you have these tattoos, Sirius?'

'oh, its my prison number.'

'oh, of course. Can't you remove it?'

'well, I'm sure if I went to the ministry they could probably remove it, but if I'm honest… I kind of like it.'

Hermione looked at him like he was crazy.

'well' he continued 'its like what I have to show for a decade of my life. Plus, They add to my Hard, Rebel, Convict Image'

Hermione cracked up, laughing hysterically!

'I'll show you whats funny!' Yelled Sirius. He grabbed hold of her and pushed her on to her back. Her t-shirt rose up exposing her slim tummy. He jumped on top of her, straddling her and held her hands above her head with one hand, tickling her with the other.

'NO, PLEASE STOP! SIRIUS, NO!' Hermione screamed between fits of laughter and tears in her eyes

Suddenly the door burst open.

'WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!' Shouted a beetroot red Arthur Weasley.

'SIRIUS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! SHE'S JUST A CHILD! GET OFF HER YOU FOUL MAN!'

'Arthur, It's not what it looks like, I swear' Sirius pleaded.

'Get out of my house, Sirius, NOW!' He added

'No wait!' yelled Hermione trying to re-arrange herself.

'He didn't do anything wrong, Mr Weasley…'

'Save it Hermione, I'm very disappointed in you.'

'Sirius…?' She asked tears in her eyes.

'I'll see you soon Hermione.'

'Not if I have anything to do with it.' Snarled Mr Weasley as Sirius left the Room and a feint pop announced his disappearation.

Mr Weasley glared at Hermione before closing the door behind him.

'Oh my God, what just happened' Hermione said aloud.

She laid back on her pillow and a loud sigh escaped her. 'Why the hell do I feel like a naughy child? I am an 18 year old girl…woman she corrected herself and if I wish to play with a handsome, kind and down right sexy man on her bed, she would. With that thought in her mind, Hermione left her room and made her way to the kitchen where Mr Weasley was explaining the scene he had witnessed to Mrs Weasley. He was still Beetroot red and she was a slightly paler shade.

'…Dirty old man.' Arther finished as Hermione walked into the kitchen. He stopped as she glared at him before beginning her rant.

'Mr Weasley you had no right to treat Sirius like that! He had done nothing wrong, we were just talking and laughing.'

'Well that's not what I saw, young lady.'

'Well to be quite frank, I don't really care what you think you saw! I am not a young lady, I am a woman and if I want to have Sirius or any other 'friend' in my room, then I will.' She felt like a hormonal teenager but she was intent on making her point.

'WELL YOU WILL NOT UNDER MY ROOF!'

Molly Gasped! Arthur glared and Hermione glared back, then Silence.

They were all aware of what was coming.

Hermione stepped forward and hugged Molly. She stepped back quickly.

'I just want to say thank you for having me stay at your home. You've been like a mother to me, Mrs Weasley, and I know you think your doing this in my best interest Mr Weasley, so I forgive you, but you must realise I am my own person and if you can't believe or trust me then, its about time I start a new life away from here. I'll just get my things. Thanks again.'

She left Mr and Mrs Weasley in silence in the kitchen as she went to her room and gathered what little possessions she had, mostly books of course.

She returned to the kitchen where Mr and Mrs weasley were seated at the kitchen table.

'Thank you. Goodbye.' Hermione opened the back door and just as shewas about to close it, Mr Weasley spoke.

'Will you go to him?'

'Sirius?'

'yes' the disgust was evident on his voice.

'I haven't decided where I will go.'

She left without looking back and disapperated as she heard Molly breakdown in tears.