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"I honestly don't understand what possessed you to tip a glass of wine over me!" I say pointing down at my top where the soaking wine stain is located.

Pansy sighs, shaking her head, rolling her eyes and shrugging nonchalantly as if it is nothing, despite the fact that my see through white shirt now looks tie-dyed – and not even the cool kind of tie-dying. "I honestly don't understand why you don't just magic it out!" She pulls open the door of the building and ushers me through ahead of her, "It was an accident anyway."

"A likely story!" I mutter, standing in wait for the lift, "And I can't just magic it out, it will damage the shirt." I pull on it as it is sticking oddly to my skin and showing a 'let's not leave anything to the imagination' kind of outline.

"Granger, haven't you learnt how to get your food into your mouth yet?" Draco Malfoy decides that the lift he wants to get into is mine, so he pushes his way in before us and then taps his foot impatiently as Pansy and I share annoyed looks.

I continue to stretch my top away from my body until it makes an unflattering angle, (I am not turning my situation in to a hyperbole and pretending that I looked hideous when the purple actually made my skin look quite flattering, because I am in general quite a honest person – well, that and vein – so if I looked good I would say so. But I don't. In fact, I look rather the opposite of stunning. And I know because there is a gargantuan mirror spreading the three walls that make up the lift, bar the one with the sliding door, so I can see my form perfectly... and I do not like what I see).

"Draco, haven't you learnt yet that being a jerk isn't the be all and end all?" I tell him, "You won't make any friends acting the way that you are."

"Men like me don't need to make friends, Granger." he smirks, "People just seem to revolve around me."

I smirk back at him, "That's because you are so big headed that they have to make the circle to get around you."

His hands find their way into his pockets and I watch as they disappear behind the material, inch by inch – I am not staring anywhere else... just the pockets. I twist my gaze away from his trousers and the area that I must not venture, and watch his hands instead. He has beautiful hands; strong with long pale fingers. "Thin rope, Granger." I flick my eyes up to his mouth, then I move my head a little – casually trying to make it clear I was not enjoying the view – but I can tell by the look in his eyes, and Pansy's, that they both know. Ah well, play the game to the end Granger.

"Obviously you haven't learned the art of putting food into your mouth either Malfoy," I tell him, pointing to his crotch and then making a speedy exit as the doors ding! open, before he can ascertain that I was, in fact, lying about the nonexistent stain and call me out on it.

My door is firmly shut to the public – i.e Pansy – for the remainder of the afternoon. I can always rely on my buddy Kevin when these things happen. Ha! Ha! That was hard to say without laughter or sarcasm, because you should be aware that the last person that you ever want to witness you screw ups is Kevin. "You did what?"

"I didn't ask you in here to make fun of me, arsehole." I spit and he rolls his eyes, flexing his back and then flopping into his chair. To be fair, I did not invite him in. Having him here is just as bad as having Malfoy when you are seriously pissed off. He just makes everything worse.

I push myself away from the desk; the unfinished plans of the building are being created brick by brick in front of me. Every brick placed onto the site slots itself into shape on my three dimensional map. I have to remember to move it before it becomes too large, "Oh, dahling." That is how he says it. Dah–ling. He saw it in this movie once and has to say it over and over to piss me off – even more so because the day that we watched that movie was the day that I walked into a presentation with my skirt tucked into my knickers. Oh, I have yet to find someone as woefully unlucky as I am. "I'm here to make you feel better."

"About what? If your goal was to make me feel better about wanting to tuck myself into the ground and bury myself alive to get over the humiliation of admiring the area between Malfoy's legs, then you are succeeding."

"Ew!" He throws his hands over his ears after making a God awful face and then holds a hand to stop the progression of my words, "Pansy, I know you are listening, come and save me from this torture." A sleek, black haired form falls out from behind one of the stone columns, and I can guarantee that my gaze is much icier than the touch of the marble to her manicured fingers.

"Seriously, where were you to save me?" I ask her as she pushes open the door, moving to leave space for Kevin to move out of the room. Her wand flies through the air as soon as we are alone and she mutters out a silencing spell that blocks the sound from prying ears like hers.

she studies her finger nails, examining the flawless polish and coming to the conclusion that it is all to her satisfaction. "I was doing damage control!" she sighs, pushing her back flat against the chair she lifts a leg and removes her heels before kicking her feet onto the table. "You really didn't make your 'non- crush' obvious, did you Hermione?"

"Fuck off." I sigh, my head collapses into my hands and I hold it there as I hear her even breathing. Obviously my breath is not even. I'm not sure if it has stopped from shock at my obvious ogling or is so rapid – due to humiliation – that I can't hear it, but it is definitely not even.

I think it must look quite comical as I run to the lift and then sprint out of the building, only to run into Theodore Nott making his way up to the offices. "Granger." He smirks, he knows, there is no way that tone should be there if he didn't know... I try to calm myself down; I bet it is the office gossip. I am the gossip that the big mouthed idiots like to shuffle around. Calming myself down, I nod to him and then inch my way around his person before continuing to make my speedy exit.

I make it home without encountering laughter – other than the gleeful look in Nott's eyes – and then sink into the sofa before I remember that it is a Weasley dinner night. I'm supposed to be there soon, but I don't really know if I have the effort.

I shove the top into the bath tub and run the hot water onto the stain. I changed at work into an ugly t-shirt that was stuffed down deep in one of Nott's drawers that he fished out from the abyss of hell for me – seriously, it smells like something died in it – so I take off that top too and shove that into the machine with a bunch of other clothes before pressing the power button. Some things are always best done the muggle way.

I get down onto my knees and start scrubbing at the top, "God Hermoine, put some clothes on!"

"Harry!" I scream pulling the t-shirt up from the bath as I go and covering myself and Harry in soapy water. "What the crap are you doing here? You could have called out."

"I did!"

I can feel my face turning an odd shade of red by the heat that is radiating up my neck and meeting my hairline. "Get out, Harry!"

"Oh. Sight. Sorry." He says and he makes a swift exit into the living room.

I walk back into the living room after I have finished drying myself, the bathroom and have hung the top out to dry over the balcony. "Sorry about that, Hermione."

I look in his direction. From the socked feet with their position on my coffee table to his arms that are folded behind his head holding it up, there is nothing about the lounging position of Harry James Potter that doesn't scream 'I am totally at home in your front room'.

"Don't waste any time getting comfortable, Harry." I laugh and take the arm chair that sits next to the sofa. "What are you doing here?"

"Hermione, I came to watch the football," He huffs, turning towards me, "You know full well that she doesn't like me watching the TV, it scares her." the she that he is referring to is his wife. "So I came here for a bit off peace. So... Please will you refrain from talking." With that, I find myself being shuffled out of the room by Harry, with a joking expression playing in his eyes.

"You are lucky that I am so good to you." I yell back through the doorway after he has settled back into the comfortable embrace of the sofa.

"I love you."

"Yeah, yeah."

The football is over after ninety tense minutes, half of which I was sure that Harry was going to start crying, and then it is time for us to make out way over to the burrow.

Harry's expression does not improve as I make my way over to the fireplace that stands against the far wall, "Cheer up Harry." I tell him as i grab a handful of powder and throw it down into the bed of the flames.

"They lost." He huffs and I am honestly tempted to remove the floo powder and shove his head into the roaring fire.

"Get over it." I murmur under my breath - I'm not suicidal.

The fire licks at my ankles, touching them and keeping them warm until I can feel my feet placed firmly onto the ground of the Burrow's fireplace. When I step out of the floo I am sure that I have found a way to transport myself into a different dimension; a parallel universe of some sort.

You may be asking yourself how I came to this shocking, unexpected conclusion. Well, you would too if you saw a freshly shaven, cropped haired, casually dressed Sirius Black.

Gone is the long hair that was constantly being flipped out of his eyes, replaces by a cropped style of black hair that accentuates his strong, masculine features. Gone is the stubble that used to shadow his jaw line until it was rendered almost invisible.

In place of the archaic suits that would have looked at home in the court of Henry the eighth, I can see jeans. Muggle jeans. With a grey FP polo shirt and a set of grey high top trainers.

Sirius looks to us as we step away from the grate, his eyes linger on mine as I take in the sight in front of my eyes. "What do you think?"

The only thing that I can get out is, "Did you get lost in JD sports?"

sorry for the long wait, this has been a super hectic week. hopefully it was worth it.

thank you for the names, i haven't chosen yet, so if you still want to suggest some please do.

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