okay, so Harry comes in here. Forewarning; I have a subplot including him but I don't have a main plot yet (Is that something a reader likes to hear? I dont know, man) I just adore his friendship with Hermione, so yeah, I'll show it as much as I can. In fact, don't be surprised if you see those two together more than Sirius and Hermione xD Kidding. Sort of.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this :") Even though there's a distinct lack of Sirius/Hermione, I hope adorable lil Harry makes up for it?

Any form of critique is welcome!

Word count: 2661

(26/5/17)

The next morning saw Hermione seated at the kitchen table yet again, with the smell of her favorite blend of coffee teasing her nostrils as she brought the dark green mug up to her lips.

"Knew I'd find you here, Mione," Sirius Black's sleep laden voice carried over to her ears before she could even see him. She twisted slightly to see him rubbing his eyes and let out a laugh when he stumbled into the half open cabinet.

"Ugh fuck me. What. is wrong. with this kitchen?" He glared at the offending wooden door before shifting his oh so deadly glare to the giggling brunette in front of him.

"Think this is funny, do you?" He muttered before taking two very large steps to get to his destination. He stopped just in front of her to give her a long, appraising look that warmed her cheeks and darkened her eyes.

"Ye-es," Hermione managed to stutter out, cursing herself for losing her composure in front of Sirius of all people. She visibly hardened herself before she placed her coffee at a safe distance and stood up to plant her lips on top of an unsuspecting Sirius'.

Honestly, what was he expecting being so close to her? Especially after yesterday? That she'd just stare at him again? Oh no. Now that she had access to the goods, she was going to make sure she made the most of it.

After a couple seconds of no reaction from his side, Hermione let out a sound that was suspiciously like a growl and pushed him up against the wall. She batted away the strange scent of deja vu that tickled at her and pushed her hands up so that Sirius' own were pinned to the wall.

She knew that should he want to, he could easily have gotten free or turned them around but she could sense his amusement, and arousal so she knew he would play along.

Sirius beant down a little to rub his lips against the feisty brunette's, earning another small growl from her. She moved forward to rub against him, the friction created by their clothed crotches sending delicious sensations throughout their bodies.

Hermione not so gently took the older man's upper lip between her teeth, biting down hard enough to coax a delicious groan out of him. She smirked against his lips and her tongue replaced where her teeth had been a few seconds ago. Grinding slowly on each other and devouring each other's mouths had them so preoccupied that they almost missed the Floo's charm, signalling a newcomer.

However, Sirius with his enhanced hearing, heard it just in the nick of time and pulled away from Hermione.

"Someone's..coming." His breathing was slightly labored from the explosive kiss they had just shared moments ago.

Hermione nodded, stepping back and running her fingers through her hair to even maintain some semblance of 'No-I-Did-Not-Just-Share-An-Extremely-Steamy-Kiss'

When, however, Harry Potter walked in the kitchen not a second later and gave her a weird look, she knew she had failed.

Hermione sighed, not wishing to dwell on the distinctly autonomous quality of her hair and turned to Harry. "Hey Harry. What brings you here?"

One dark eyebrow raised in response. "I...live here, Hermione?"

Hermione flushed at her own stupidity. "Yea-No, I know that, Harry! What I mean was aren't you supposed to be at the School right now?"

Harry smirked, "I know what you meant, I was just messing with you." Hermione huffed at that, arms crossing over her chest, "I just came 'round to ask if either of you can take over? I'm supposed to go over to Hogwarts to sub for Defense. Remus kind of got too sick so I got drafted for the next couple days."

Sirius, who quite frankly Harry hadn't even noticed was there owing to how uncharacteristically quiet he was, spoke up, "Moony's sick? He didn't say anything when we talked last night, though?" His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and Hermione had to stifle her giggles at that adorable expression.

Harry's features scrunched up like they often did when he thought hard about something, "Yeaaah. I think Professor McG said something about him being more susceptible to illness around the Full Moon and that this was just a flu that would pass?"

Sirius' expression cleared, although the concern was still evident in his grey eyes. "Ah. Of course. Moony doesn't feel the need to inform us of stuff like this. Was like this even back in school. The idiot once had a broken rib because of the wolf, but he thought he was just sore. Almost keeled over in class one day because he was this close to puncturing his lung." He shook his head in exasperated fondness for the other Marauder.

Hermione was stuck between horror, concern and amusement while Harry had chosen to bypass the former two and had gone straight to the raucous laughter. She moved forward to smack him around the head. "Honestly, Harry. Do you have to be so horrible?"

Harry wiped some tears from his eyes. "Hermione. Think over what he said and tell me you don't feel like laughing either. Plus, I feel some sort of strange kinship with the man." He burst into laughter at that again.

This time, it was Hermione shaking her head in exasperation, "Feeling like laughing and actually doing it are two very different things." Harry just waved her off and walked to the fridge where he got a can of coke for himself.

Sirius' nose wrinkled at the sight, "Do you have any idea how bad that stuff is for you? It contains enough sugar to give your grandchildren diabetes."

Harry, in response, took an extra large swig of the drink, "Stop being so dramatic, Sirius. We'll all die someday, might as well do it our way." He deliberately smacked his lips towards the end of his enlightening little sermon.

"Honestly, you and Hermione will be the end of me one day," Sirius muttered in disgust as he walked out the room.

The moment she heard his bedroom door close, she turned to Harry, "You did that on purpose didn't you?"

Harry looked around with a surprised expression on his face, "Who, me? Never. He's my precious godfather and I would nev- Okay yeah I did." He admitted sheepishly at the look on his best friend's face. He never could hide anything from her. One year on the run together and six years before that growing up with each other would do to that to a person.

"Spill. What was so important that you didn't want your, as you said, precious godfather to hear?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "It's..complicated?" He offered.

"You've got to give me more than that if I'm to help you, Harry," Hermione turned around to grab her (now cold) cup of coffee, took one sip and almost spat it out. She ran to the sink and gagged, trying to remove as much of the infernal atrocity as she could.

Harry snorted at his best friend's predicament, "Honestly, Hermione. Even I could see that it was closer to poison than actual coffee."

"Yeah, well, I didn't think okay?" Hermione mumbled in embarrassment, her cheeks pink.

The black haired man shook his head. "Any-way. I saw Daphne recently."

Both of Hermione's eyebrows rose up to her hairline. "Oh? How did that go?"

Harry's cheeks and neck turned a violent shade of red at that, piquing Hermione's curiosity."I..sort of..ran away?"

She couldn't quite stop the snort that escaped her. "What in the name of all things holy do you mean ran away?"

"I couldn't help it, alright?" Harry blurted out, "She came down to the School, with some blonde kid in tow. Said she wanted to enroll him. I couldn't see her again, so I told Bree to manage it."

"Okay, okay, okay. Hold on. You've sort of lost me. You're telling me Daphne Greengrass came to YOUR school with a kid that has the same hair as she does? And you ran away?" She couldn't quite believe what she was hearing, if she was being completely honest.

Harry took a deep breath, "Let's do this again. Yesterday, around 3 I think? Daphne walked in. I saw her on the monitor- great idea that, by the way, Hermione. It really saved my life."

"I don't quite think that was the original purpose for installing the monitors, but okay," Hermione muttered under her breath.

Harry continued on as if he hadn't heard her, which knowing him he probably hadn't. "I saw her. I panicked. Laila was on my lap at that time- I was reciting that dragon story she loves so much you know?- and I..sort of..forgot she was there in my haste to get away?" Harry winced, anticipating Hermione's reaction. He wasn't disappointed.

"You forgot that a 6 year old was sitting on your lap?" Hermione shrieked, causing him to take a safe step back.

He held his hands up in what he thought was a placating manner. "Well, in my defense, I didn't expect Daphne to have a goddamn daughter, Hermione. Anyway, Laila didn't fall or anything, I caught her in time and just then, Bree walked in. I had Laila under one arm and I quite literally ran out of there. Poor Bree was so confused, but she took good care of Daph and her son, Gabriel."

"You need to give that woman a raise, Harry. Lord knows she deserves it for putting up with you and your antics," Hermione scowled.

Harry sheepishly nodded before falling silent, his eyes unfocused as he thought about the previous day.

Hermione, meanwhile, was thinking of the past, and why Harry had such a reaction to seeing Daphne Greengrass, Ice Queen of Hogwarts.

Four months after the end of war, Harry and Ginny had broken up It was a mutual thing, both of them realizing that the only feelings cultivated in them were due to societal and familial expectations and not their own. Much like Ron and her. Ginny stayed in England to play for the Harpies, while Harry traveled all over the globe for a while. Hermione always said that it was because he wanted to escape his demons because everyone knew the poor boy had a lot of them. Harry vehemently denied though, claiming it was because he wanted to see the different cultures and meet different people. 'I want to find my purpose in life again, Hermione,' he would say, each time she fussed over him.

One year after the War, he found it.

She remembered that day quite clearly. She was drowning in paperwork, being quite new to the Ministry, and was wishing to heaven and back for a break lest she actually lose her mind. Not soon after, her Floo roared to life and Harry stepped out with the biggest smile she had seen on his face since the War. She remembered not even caring about why he was so happy, just the fact that he was and getting up to hug him so hard, she almost choked him. He hadn't cared though, for he hugged her back just as hard and pressed a long kiss to her cheek.

'I found it, Hermione. I found my purpose," He twirled her around in happiness, causing her to laugh joyfully.

"What? What is it, Harry?" she asked when he put her down gently.

He shook his head in that adorable way of his, "Not a what. Who."

She squealed uncharacteristically loudly, causing him to ruffle her hair fondly. Bursting with curiosity, for it was a rare occurrence to see Harry so happy and so smitten with someone, she asked him repeatedly for details.

He took her hand and sat her down in the couch, sitting beside her himself, " It's...someone we know. All of us. She went to Hogwarts with us." Hermione gave his hand an encouraging squeeze when he stopped.

He shot her a worried look before continuing, "It-It's Daphne. Daphne Greengrass."

Hermione's jaw dropped open in surprise. Well, that was a surprise. Daphne Greengrass was and her family had stayed neutral in the war. She didn't quite blame them, for she had seen what the fighting did to those who did take part in it, but the neutral ones weren't quite well received in the country. People on both sides thought them to be cowards. She didn't care about that, though. What mattered to her was that Harry was happy with her, and that she wasn't taking advantage of him in any form.

So she smiled at him, and watched the worry seep out of his eyes at her easy acceptance, "So, how did you meet?"

He couldn't stop talking after that. They had met in India. She had been travelling the world, same as him and so they found a common passion. It took some while for them to get close but they had all the time in the world and no responsibilities or duties to get back to. So they travelled some more and in the process, fell in love.

However, a year and a half later, something happened. Something that changed their relationship.

Daphne broke things off with Harry, giving no reason why and disappeared off the face of the Earth. Harry was devastated. He almost couldn't take the pain of another loved one leaving him and in the aftermath of their breakup, seeing her best friend so depressed and so hopeless, there had been many a time when Hermione had wanted to track Daphne down and throttle her for the hurt she caused in the wake of her departure. She had restrained herself, though, for the sake of Harry, who even after being spurned was just as damned noble as ever.

He was the one who tried to convince Hermione that maybe Daphne was in trouble, maybe she didn't want to run away but was forced to by someone, or something. She hadn't wanted to break his heart by telling her what she thought, which was that the Ice Queen had played him like a fiddle and left him before things got too deep.

But now, she was back. And with a kid in tow.

"So, what do you plan to do?" Hermione asked when she was done with her musing.

Harry sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair, "I-I really don't know , Hermione. I can't hide forever. I mean, she had to have known I run the place. Why would she come there? We could've lived our lives without ever running into each other, why did she come now? Why?" He turned pleading emerald eyes onto her that broke her heart. She took his hand and guided him towards the couch, where she sat down and made him lie down with his head in her lap.

She ran her fingers through his hair, knowing how much it soothed him. A moment later, she was gifted with a contented sigh coming from him.

"I'm not sure why, Harry. Maybe you can talk to her when she comes again?" Hermione started slowly, her thoughts running around in a wild mess, "Or, I can, if you think you're not up for it."

Harry opened his eyes to send her a thankful smile before going back to his previous position, "You know I love you, right, Hermione? You're the best thing to ever happen to me." He murmured, tiredness coating his words. In that moment, Hermione could see, quite clearly, how much this had been tormenting him since he had seen Daphne. She vowed to make this right for him, for she would not let him fall into the state he was in three years ago.

She leant down to press a kiss to his forehead, "I know, I love you too. Now sleep," she ordered softly, smiling when he nodded slightly before dozing off quite quickly.

More about Harry and Daphne in later chapters. The School will be talked about in maybe a couple chapters because the next one is sole centered around Sirius/Hermione yay