Lace

Author: Karma's Slave

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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As lovely as the lace looked Hermione wasn't sure if she should pick it just because it looked and felt good on her skin. It was actually strange to Hermione, due to the mere fact that she never worried about what she wore before. She always cared about the inner self of people, as well herself.

So now why the relapse of her own character now? She pondered that question in her head as she put white laced night gown back on the rack. Her brown eyes drifted towards the store window, were she saw Sirius leaning against the window. His back was towards her.

There was just something about Sirius that made her, well act not quite like her self, as if he motivated a hidden part her to come out, and whenever they were together they also challenged each other with their dominating personalities. She smiled at that thought. When she dated Ron, he well he wasn't up for much of anything. And when he was it was either about food or Quidditch. Hermione will admit Ron did have his romantic moments. But for some reason they just couldn't make it work perhaps because it always felt like it never was enough for the both of them.

Hermione walked about the store some more until she had found the perfect outfit for later tonight.

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"You ready, to go love?" Asked Sirius as Hermione was just stepped out of the store.

"Yes, got every thing I needed," she replied while holding up the small bag, actually she handed it to him. "It's an outfit for later tonight." She said as a Sirius worthy smirk appeared on her face.

"Hermione, there's only lipstick in here!"

"Not till tonight." She said as she started to walk off. Like she said, Sirius always brought out this side out of her.

End.