So this story has a beta now! She's a british punk so she'll be helping add some kickassness to the story! Thanks Creativepunk77 and I LOVE that she hates Sirius!

Chapter 10: Definetely Conservative

Hermione and Sirius spent the next morning arguing over the letter that needed to be sent to Perseus. Hermione had already delayed things by postponing the task once and, truth be told Sirius was losing his patience with her, as she attempted to postpone it a second time. And over some small details. But Sirius wasn't going to let her have her way, this wasn't just some trivial matter, but a Black family affair. And he was the heir of the Black family, dammit!

"What on earth is your problem?! You said I could write the letter since you were having so much trouble doing it, so I did!"

"I said if you kept it within the lines! Which you didn't!"

"Do you see any foul language written here Hermione?!" he said innocently, holding out the letter to her face.

"There doesn't need to be any when you've used so much bloody innuendo! He's going to think I'm a total moron!"

"No, he's going to think you're a normal human being! A compliment if you ask me!"

"You're -you're unbelievable!"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "I'm sending the letter."

"No you're not!" She rushed after him, viciously trying to grab it out of his hands.

Sirius was no push-over himself but he was a bit shocked at Hermione's agressiveness.

True, the letter was utterly outrageous and completely met the Maurauder motto of 'I solemnly swear I'm up to no good'. But she was practically scratching at his hands as she tried to grab it.

"I should've burnt that letter the second I saw it!"

"But you didn't!" he barked.

"Only because you were laughing so god-damn much."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

She didn't answer that it was out of sympathy because he often looked depressed without real joy in his laughter. Too bad she couldn't care less at the moment. Sirius had burned all his sympathy cards.

"I should just hex you."

"Don't be unreasonable Hermione. I offered, like a gentleman, to edit out the most ridiculous bits but you obstinately refused."

"I'm far past diplomacy Sirius, negotiating with you is like trying to bargain with a naughty school boy."

"'Naughty school boy'? Now that's quite saucy, I should've used that in the letter."

Sirius laughed as if everything were a joke, but Hermione wasn't playing anymore. She had her wand tightly gripped in her hand. This had become a battle of wills.

"This is your last warning, give me that letter Sirius. And I won't hurt you."

"As if you could."

His arrogant smirk infuriated Hermione so much that she wanted to hang him upside down and feed him to a crocodile.

But she tried to calm down and assume the role of a concerned parent, "I'm going to walk slowly towards you and you're going to hand over the letter Sirius."

"Spare me the patronizing tone."

She took a step towards him. He observed her for a split second before muttering below his breath and turning the whole floor into slippery ice. Hermione barely missed slipping on the ice and breaking her neck.

"That's it!" she said as she got her injured bum up from the ice. She wordlessly defrosted the floor with a sharp switch of her wand. The room flooded with the melted water, wetting both their shoes. "I've had enough of your childish behaviour Sirius!" She brandished wand her out.

"Oh no, mother, please don't punish Sirius!" he taunted in a high-pitch voice.

Hermione smiled cruelly before she sent a stunning hex towards him but he deflected it and just as quickly sent back a jelly leg jinx. Hermione jumped out of the way before her legs became useless noodles and sent him an unforgiveable itching curse. Spells flew back and forth through the air as they darted around each other, jumping around furniture. She was impressed by his speed and the almost elegant way he moved his wand, in contrast to her powerful but unsynchronized movements. But she was caught by surprise when he sent immobilus her way and it caught her. In an instance she was floating in the air, immobilized as she helplessly watched her own wand fly away from her own hand and into his outstretched one.

There was barely a trace of perspiration or exhaustion on his aristocratic features but he rested his elbow against the wall beside her and leaned against it, as if catching his breath. He shuffled his long hair out of his face.

"Well, that took a little longer than I thought it would. You put up a good fight Hermione, a very good one."

Dammit, why does he have to be such a good sport at winning? she whined

inside her head. If I had won, I would at least gloat. And smash his face into the wall by accident for being such an immature jerk.

As if sensing her silent anger, Sirius moved closer to look at her.

His grey eyes met her large brown ones. She felt odd and wished she could close her eyes but he moved as quickly away from her. He went towards the window and called out for Figgy with a magical whistle. (The call from a magical whistle can only be heard by the one it is intended for and can reach them at any distance.)

Sirius left the window open and turned back to look at Hermione.

"Fingers crossed Hermione, I'm going to send that letter. We've wasted enough time already." He said this matter-of-factly, as if he were the mature adult, and not the childish moron who penned an innuendo-filled letter to his own nephew.

Hermione watched helplessly as Figgy appeared and Sirius tied the letter to his leg with instructions on where to take it. As the owl flew away, Sirius finally let Hermione down.

"Give me my wand back!" she said rudely.

Sirius looked at her with half-closed eyes as if sizing her up and whether she could be trusted with her wand back so soon.

"Believe me Sirius, I have no interest in carrying this on any further. It's utterly childish and I have to prepare supper before the boys get back."

To emphasize that she was not lieing to him, she looked over at the clock on the wall as if she really was concerned with getting supper ready on time.

"Very well, 'mother'. Go on your way then." He tossed the wand back and smiled emptily.

Hermione rolled her eyes but did not appreciate being compared to his mother. The truth was that she was tempted to use her newly regained wand to hex him. Normally she felt protective over Sirius but her sympathy had literally been tossed out the window and she felt like attacking him right now. She didn't understand herself, she knew she had a right to be angry but not this angry! It was just a stupid letter after all. She breathed in heavily and turned to go the kitchen.

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