I Wish it Would Rain Down Against All Odds
K, guys! I'll try not to confuse you too much, but here's the deal-Harry and Ron and Hermione killed off Voldemort over the summer after sixth year. This is loosely based on the books, how it all happened. Way off and stuff. I really just want to focus on Hermione's and Sirius's relationship in this story. Get it? Got it? Good. ^^
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You know I never meant to see you again
and I only passed by as a friend
All this time I stayed out of sight
I started wondering why
I Wish It Would Rain Down-Phil Collins
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Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face
Against All Odds-Phil Collins
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Sirius left the house with his hands shoved deep inside of his pockets, his head down, both so that he wouldn't be recognised and because he didn't feel in a well enough mood to walk around as if he were proud and happy.
It wasn't long before he realised where his barely conscious mind was taking his obedient feet-the bar Michelle frequented. He tried to turn himself away-he was done with Michelle. Done. He didn't want to see her again.
But it was too late for that. For there she was, standing just across the street from him, surrounded by her girlfriends. Strangely, there wasn't a male in sight. That confused him. Normally she would have been on to the next guy by now.
He shook his head and continued on. And though he knew she noticed him, and she knew he noticed her, he kept on, not caring. He had meant it when he said that he was done with her.
Done.
He was alone now. He didn't have Michelle, and he was certain that he never would again.
So why should he think about her?
No, he wouldn't.
He was done with her, wasn't he?
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Sirius returned to Number 12 about an hour later, chilled to the bone, with a new peace of mind. He was done with Michelle, and he didn't plan on thinking about her a single time more.
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Sirius stood with Remus in his dog form, awaiting Harry's departure from the train. Seventh year was over, the Dark Lord was dead, and the war was going strong. No one was really winning at the moment, because the Death Eaters were still picking up the pieces, but the battles were just as deadly as ever.
Sirius couldn't wait to see Hermione. He knew he shouldn't be this excited, but Hermione was of age now. He wanted to see how she'd blossomed, especially because she hadn't returned to Number 12 over the summer, due to the fact that she was searching for and destroying Horcruxes with Harry and Ron.
But he couldn't help it. He'd really taken to Hermione over the years. And even though she acted as though she hated him, he knew she held a soft spot for him somewhere.
And now that her life was truly beginning, he was going to see just how far he could push that spot she had for him.
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Hermione, though, wasn't in the mood to be pushed. In fact, she was dreading the moment when she would have to get off of the train. She knew that the rest of her life would be nonstop teasing from Mr. Black.
She was dreading it, even though she was more eager than ever to get out of the stupid compartment, which contained her ex-boyfriend, Ron Weasley.
The two had begun dating early on in sixth year. Their relationship hit a very rough patch when Ron left her and Harry while they were on their Horcrux search, and ended completely when Ron returned to Lavender during the Final Battle.
Thankfully, Lavender wasn't sharing a compartment with them. She was off somewhere with Parvati or someone. Hermione wished that she had brought Ronald with her. That way she wouldn't have to deal with him ruining her final ride on the Hogwarts Express.
When she got off of the train, she was hardly in the mood for talking to anyone.
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Sirius couldn't believe it. Hermione had walked right passed him and got into the car without even her usual "Good afternoon." She'd waltzed right on by as if she hadn't even noticed him.
Harry must have noticed his face, even in dog form, and laughed.
"Don't take it personally," Harry said, running his hand through Sirius's fur. "Hermione's just ticked off that she had to spend the entire ride listening to Ron go on and on about Lavender. I don't blame her. Ron is bloody in love."
"Am not," Ron grumbled.
"He's sick with it," Harry continued.
Sirius was glad he was still in his dog form. After watching the woman he'd been waiting to see for years wander right passed him, he wasn't in the mood for talking.
He was in the mood for ogling.
How Ron could have brought himself to leave that beautiful lady was beyond Sirius.
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