A/N: I've worked in my second quote from Professor Doctor's 100 quotes challenge. It's in bold.

Later that night Hermione decided she wanted to go get some of her clothes from her parent's house. Sirius insisted he go with her, just in case, and she was in no mood to argue. They Apparated to her back yard.

The grass was overgrown beneath their feet, and Hermione immediately knew that someone had been there. A small pane of glass in the back door had been broken, and several pieces of lawn furniture had been knocked over. Sighing and bracing herself for the worst she led Sirius in through the back door.

"Oh!" she gasped, as she saw the disarray that the house was left in. She couldn't stop the tears from springing to her eyes, and she turned to be enveloped in Sirius' arms. He stood stoically, eyes studying the remnants of what looked to be a once-lovely house.

They stood in the kitchen, where every drawer had been ripped out and overturned, leaving everything in a jumbled heap on the floor. The pantry had also been opened, and cans of food were randomly strewn across the entire kitchen. They could see through to the family room, where the television had been knocked on the floor, the screen blasted away from the rest of the set as if something might have been hidden in the depths. Couch cushions had been ripped apart, books littered the room, their pages separated, blanketing the room.

"Nothings been taken," Hermione said as she and Sirius ventured further into the house.

"Death Eaters?" he asked.

"Most likely," she replied as they moved cautiously upstairs. All the doors had been ripped from their hinges, and several holes had been blasted giving access to the attic. "Looks like they thought my parents might be hiding somewhere in here."

"Thank Merlin you had the foresight to send them away," Sirius murmured.

Fresh tears sprung to her eyes as she thought of what might happen if she hadn't modified their memories and sent them to the other side of the world. Curses could be used just as easily on Muggles who had no idea of their existence. She stepped over the remnants of what looked to be her toy chest from when she was a child and entered her bedroom. Whoever had torn it apart had taken their time, leaving no stone unturned, looking for any hint as to where she might have gone. They had gone as far as to unfold her clothes and turn them inside out as if there might be something sewn to the inside.

Sighing she sat by the pile of clothes and started sorting through them. Sirius, unsure of what to say, wandered into the hallway and stared casting repairing charms and putting things back in place.

"Do you think we should clean the place up?" Hermione called after him.

"If you want, but I don't think you should worry about it too much. Once we get back we can clean it up properly."

She emerged, clutching the small beaded bag she had carried for so many months on the hunt for Horcruxes.

"Where's your stuff?" Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow.

"In here," Hermione held up the bag.

Sirius snatched it from her and looked inside. "You're impressive, Hermione. You know that, right?"

"I can probably fit your stuff in here as well."

"And show up at the hotel without any luggage? Not the best of ideas if we're trying not to raise suspicions."

Hermione hit herself on the head. "Why didn't I think of that? I should go find a suitcase."

"Don't worry about it. If anyone asks I'll just say you weren't planning on wearing very many clothes during our stay," he smirked.

"Sirius!" she gasped, feeling her face go flush.

He shrugged and gave her a smile that made her feel weak in the knees momentarily. There was that feeling again. No, she had to ignore it. Some time away, to get lost in her thoughts and a good book would stop her thinking that way.

"We should probably get going," Sirius checked his watch. She nodded, and they Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.

"You never did tell me how we were getting there," Hermione said as Sirius gathered his suitcase.

He smiled and led her out the front door. He picked up a helmet that was sitting on his bike.

"You can't be serious," Hermione said, catching the helmet, mouth agape.

"That is my name, love," he smiled, securing his suitcase to the back of the bike.

"You honestly expect me to get on that thing?"

"You fight Death Eaters, stand up to Bellatrix LeStrange while she's torturing you, escape from Voldemort with mere seconds to spare, and you won't get on a bike with someone you know is a friend? You need to lighten up Hermione."

"I'm plenty 'lightened up', thank you."

"We're not leaving until you smile."

She let a big, fake smile cross her face.

"That doesn't count. I want to see a real smile. You're going on vacation. I'm going to make you smile. What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?"

A real smile came over her as she laughed at the vision in her head. "Only if I can take pictures."

"Never leave evidence, love," he patted the seat behind him.

"You're not going to make this thing fly, are you?" she asked nervously as Sirius revved the engine.

"I haven't checked a globe in a while, but if memory serves me correctly there's an ocean or two between here and Australia."

"We're riding this thing all the way to Australia?" she cried. "That will take days!"

"Are you a witch or not?" he smiled at her before taking off down the street. Deciding that resistance was futile she threw her arms around in, her hands clamped tightly on his stomach. He had visibly gained weight since escaping Azkaban, but she hadn't realized how much of it was muscle. She could feel his abs tensing under her grip. The feeling started coming again, but she dismissed it as the motorbike's vibrations under her.

They zoomed through the city and were quickly crossing the rolling hills of the countryside. Hermione couldn't take the cool air against her face anymore and pressed herself to him, resting her head against his shoulder. He seemed to straighten up as she did so. Sirius opened the throttle and was obviously enjoying the ride he hadn't been able to take for so long. They rushed along, wind whipping their faces, until Sirius got his fill of speed. He pulled over to the side of the road, hiding between some trees.

"Ready?" he asked, pulling out his wand.

"For what?" she asked nervously.

"Trust me," he turned and smiled at her.

She nodded, then threw herself against him, bracing herself for whatever he was planning. He tapped his wand to the bike and murmured "Portus." The bike glowed blue and vibrated a little harder for a moment before returning to normal. "Ready?" he asked again.

She nodded tensely before gripping him as tight as she could. She was cemented to the bike, then the familiar feeling of something hooking her behind the navel and pulling her quickly through space. The journey was longer, her lungs were begging for air, Sirius' muscles were tense against her hands.

And suddenly they were thundering down a rural road. The sun shown down upon them and Sirius opened the throttle back up. They flew down the road before a large city sprung up before them. They made their way through the suburbs and into the heart of the city before Sirius turned his bike into the circular drive of a hotel and parked it under the awning.

"Is this where we're staying?" Hermione said in awe, looking around excitedly.

"Only the best for such a hero," Sirius murmured, disappearing inside to check in. Hermione stayed with the bike, looking around at the busy street. No one stopped to look at her, no one started shouting at the sight of her, no one came over to thank her. She relaxed, leaning against the bike, until Sirius returned.

"Ready to go up, love?" he asked, as a bellboy grabbed the suitcase and started back inside. A valet appeared and Sirius reluctantly handed over the key to his bike.

"I'm surprised you let anyone else touch it," Hermione said, watching the bike disappear around the corner.

"If they go anywhere besides the parking garage, I'll know," Sirius muttered. "The bike will die, and they'll find it difficult to sit for a week."

Hermione laughed.

"Well, we didn't come all this way to look at it, love," Sirius smiled, placing a hand around her waist and leading her inside. As they walked through the lobby an older couple passed them leaving. The woman looked from Sirius to Hermione, then shook her head.

"Did you see that?" Hermione smirked as the elevator doors slid shut on them.

"Some people don't like seeing young women on the arm of ugly old men like me," he replied.

"You're not ugly," she blushed as he smiled at her. "She probably thought you were some sort of rock star. You kind of look like it."

"No, I look like I escaped from prison," he retorted with a smirk.

Hermione smiled nervously next to them as the elevator stopped at the top floor. The bellhop stopped in front of a door and opened it wide for them. As they stepped inside Hermione gasped in amazement. They were standing in a large common room, with a dining table, a couch, a loveseat, and an entertainment center. To either side were bedrooms, each with a large bed and private baths. There were French doors leading to a private patio complete with...

"A hot tub?" she rushed to the window. "Sirius, this is too much."

"No, it isn't," Sirius replied, tipping the bellboy, who closed the door behind them. "You deserve the best, Hermione, and that's what I've gotten you."

"I didn't want you spending this much on me."

"First off, you have no idea how much I spent on you, second of all consider it my vacation, you're just along for the ride."

Hermione smiled at him. "Well, thank you again, Sirius."

He crossed the room to give her a quick hug. "It's really no problem. Would you like me to order you something to eat?"

"No," she replied, yawning. "I think I'm going to get some sleep."

"Whatever you want," he smiled at her. She nodded, then took the bedroom on the right. She closed the doors, changed into her pajamas, and was asleep nearly the moment her head hit the pillow.

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