Hey :) So this one is a little shorter than the others, and it's not about her and the D-man, but it helps to build on another important character so i hope that you like it and i promise that the next chapter will have Draco in it :) please review xx

Malfoy gave me the weekend off. I took the two days free from worry to look after myself a little. Actually, I took the first day to look after myself. The second day I spent tracking down Ginny and locating the shop that she bought the hair product that fizzed my hair into perfection, then I stripped the shelf bare and spent a little fortune making sure that I will never run out of it again. It has an expiration date so I only bought how much I will be able to use in the next year, but I'm sure that I will re buy!

I floo into the burrow when it chimes eight o'clock on Sunday evening. It's the time that I arranged with Molly to arrive, and when I do everyone is sitting in the living room. Teddy smiles and waves at me from the floor where he is playing with his lego on the worn carpet. A carpet that I'm sure has been there since the first time that I ever stepped foot in the burrow. There is still the burnt out patch from the time that Fred and George decided to try out their 'new and improved, closed space safe' fireworks. Evidently the carpet and Fred's eyebrows agreed that they were not 'closed space safe' and Molly Weasley never trusted one of their inventions inside the house again.

Teddy sits on the carpet, right on top of the singed away fibres and holds up three red blocks to show me the tower that he has made. The lego was a gift from Mr. Weasley for his fifth Christmas and has been a permanent fixture on the burrows living room floor since then, "Aunty Mione, come and see!" I smile down at him and then make an impressed sound before stepping around his little frame and walking over to Harry and Ron.

"Mione." Ron smiles as I join them in the corner of the brightly lit room. "I heard you got your job back." He smiles and gives me a nudge with his shoulder. Though our break up was a little messy – due to the fact that everyone but us thought that we were destined to be together and wouldn't stop adding their unwanted opinions into our relationship – things between Ron and I have never really been strange. Like Harry and Ginny's break up, it was for the best and was mutual therefore everything went smoothly after people stopped putting their feet into our issues.

"Yeah, I guess Lupin went around and told everyone." I mutter, but judging by the vigorous shaking of Ron's head I have a right to believe that I am sorely mistaken.

"There was an article in the profit about the new direction of Malfoy Industries; you were on the front page." I sigh, dropping my head and picking my nails as he looks me over.

I finally meet his gaze and return it steadily, "You are taking this all rather well. I would have assumed that you would have at least attempted to talk me out of working with the ferret." I flick him with my finger and he pretends that I have hurt him, rubbing his hand over his arm and wincing.

Finally, he stops pretending and starts to speak again. "Firstly, I assume that he has changed. We were all stupid kids-!"

I interrupt before I realise that he is actually trying to be sincere and supportive – not making a joke of the situation. "Speak for yourself Ron!"

"And we all saw things that changed us." He continues as if I hadn't even opened my mouth, thankfully, because he is really trying to have a serious moment – a rarity for Ron – and I don't want to scare it away before it has time to blossom and, maybe (though this could be wishful thinking), stick around.

"So if you think he is a good guy, I trust you." He smirks, normal Ron is back. "Plus, you never listen to me anyway, so why waste my breath trying?"

"Good point!" I smile and we turn to some of the people around us. Sirius sits alone in the only dimly lit corner of the room.

"Sirius," He looks up at me. I have to say that Sirius really is one of the best people that I have ever met. There is so much that we see eye to eye on and he can be so adamant about the things that he believes in, which makes having an argument with him always a blast. He cares about us all and he would stick his neck out on the line for any one of his friends any day. But, then there are the times when we don't see things in the same light, like the time when he acts more like a five year old that his actual age. I'm assuming that his immaturity might be the root of the issue here, but I may just be being judgemental.

"Granger." He sighs, slouching back in his chair and lifting his feet off the one in front to allow me room to move around his lean body.

I pick at the peeling wicker of the chair seat and steel myself for some form of anger, depression or the two mixed together. "You look like you need someone to talk to."

"I slept with this girl," This is not much of a surprise. This happens probably every other night. I overheard a conversation between Harry, Ron, Lupin and Sirius once and this sort of topic came up, let me tell you now that I still want to burn my ears when I think about it!

I don't tell him that I have no experience in this field.

I am THAT twenty three year old. The one that has no experience WHAT SO EVER. But that's ok. It doesn't mean that I am undesirable. It just means that I am one of those girls who should wait for marriage. It will make me more special. At least, this is what I tell myself to reduce my depression because I am twenty three years old and lacking the sexual experience that Lavender Brown probably gained at eleven! Ok, slight exaggeration, but she was a slut. And I hate her. This combination equals borderline prostitute in my eyes.

I can feel my eyebrows inching up my forehead and they might have disappeared a some point because Sirius starts to give me the look. He misinterprets my look for a judgemental one instead of what it really was - self pitying! - and grimaces at me. "I know what you think of my 'frolicking!'" He uses a word that I frequently use to describe his man whorish ways and sort of snarls it out at me, "And how you think that I need to grow up."

"I don't think you need to grow up Sirius." I say, cocking my head to the side and scrutinising him in a way that makes him squirm in his seat. I cut off his, "That makes you look so much like McGonagall." And continue, "Ok, I do!" I concede and shrug my shoulders in a 'what can you do?' sort of way.

"Hermione I really just need you to hear me out." His eyes implore with me in a way that his words cannot and I find myself nodding – despite how hard I find it to hold myself back from passing my opinions over situations. "Without criticising me in any way, until I have finished!"

"Yes. Alright."

He pulls his feet from the dark wood chair and rests his elbows upon his knees. "Hermione I did something stupid." I bite my tongue to stop 'as usual' or 'nothing different then' slipping out between my teeth and nod for him to continue. I'd have never of guessed, but stopping yourself from commenting in a snarky way is harder than you'd expect.

"I knocked up this girl." The next sentence that escapes his lips makes me gasp and shudder. "I'm scared Hermione!" Never have I ever heard Sirius Black confess to some sort of weakness. This is the sort of 'Quick, alert the media because the planets have moved out of alignment' kind of confession!

I probably look like I am constipated because I'm struggling so hard to not ask any questions. "You may speak." Sirius motions to me with his hand and I let out a breath that I must have been holding forever because I instantly start gasping.

"Sirius, by girl you mean consensual adult, right?"

"God, Hermione! Who do you think I am?" He tinges pink and throws his hands through his hair, grabbing and pulling until it think it's about to rip from his head. I immediately wish that I can re-swallow my words to stop them from passing my lips. "Yes. She's thirty five."

I sigh. Thank Merlin! "Well, that is one issue gone." I fly into business mode, sorting problems out in my head before I can trouble Sirius with anything else. He already looks like a load has been lifted just by telling me – though I think the load may have just transferred straight from his shoulder to mine, because suddenly I feel a lot heavier. "If she is going to keep this baby, will you want it?"

"Of course Hermione." He clutches his head in his hands, "But I don't know what to do. When she told me I just got up and walked away!"

"Sirius!" I stare at him, shocked. "That is no way to treat a lady of her condition! You must floo her this instant!" his head flops down and his side cut fringe flicks over into his deep brown eyes. There is a long silence. A silence which I think he takes to collect his thoughts. I don't know what I would do if I were him. I try to imagine Ron handling this, the idea being so laughable that I have to struggle to hold it in because I doubt that bursting out in to fits of laughter at this moment would do anything to help Sirius' mental state.

"So, what's she like?"

"She's pretty." He smiles as he speaks, "Long dark hair, big blue eyes and she's a healer so she's super smart – not as smart as you, but almost." He picks at a loose thread on his trousers. "But Hermione, I'm not in love with her, I'm not even nearly good enough for her so I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't want me in my child's life-!"

"Sirius!" I snap at him, pulling him out of his pity party for one and snapping him back to reality, "Stop that right now!" I let my hand smack down to the table and it creates rather an audible bang that seems to wake him up a little. "If she's anywhere as smart as you say she is, she will be able to see how amazing you are, and she'll know that your child will need its father." I speak softly and reach over the table to touch his hand gently.

"Ok, you're right. You always are." He makes to get to his feet and I stand along side him. He towers over me, Sirius is super tall even for a guy, and he grabs onto my shoulders. "I'll floo her right away." He starts to walk away and then turns back as if he just remembers to tell me something. "Can we keep this between you an me?" I nod. "Thanks Hermione." I smile and watch him walk away until he has disappeared into the kitchen.

Calimocho: Yes the 'third party outsider' part is from she's the man. i didn't realise until you said it, though i knew i wasn't cool enough to come up with it myself :)

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