Set Up: Like most of my fics, Hermione in Ravenclaw. No Voldemort, no war. Harry's parents live.
WARNINGS: Underage character kissing and groping with an adult. No sex until Hermione is 17. Age disparity, Older Man/Younger Girl. Not technically grooming, as that was not the intention, but questionable morals obviously.
This is just a story/make believe. And even though Hermione is an enthusiastic participant, in real life this would be considered grooming and molestation of a minor. Please do not try and emulate this relationship in real life.
Year 1
"How are you doing that?"
Sirius nearly jumped out of his skin. He had snuck away from the school Governors meeting, and had thought himself alone up here in the tower. Students should have been a-bed hours ago. Turning around he looked down to find a small little witch.
The child wore the blue and bronze of Ravenclaw. She had a heart shaped face surrounded by a riot of wild curls, as well as big dark watery doe eyes, and tear tracks staining her cheeks. It was obvious the girl had been crying. The little Ravenclaw sniffled self consciously before looking up over his shoulder.
"I asked how you were doing that. That's not a 'Lumos'."
Sirius looked up to the dim glowing orb that hung up in the air over his shoulder.
"It's a family spell." Sirius shrugged nonchalantly.
To his surprise the little Witch stomped her foot as her dark eyes flashed in anger.
"Another secret Purebloods keep for themselves? Unbelievable! The nerve-"
Sirius knelt down on his haunches as he watched the tiny witch pace back and forth in aggravation. She kept up a diatribe as she stalked to-and-fro across the landing, about 'injustice', 'snooty blue bloods', and 'moral obligations." The black haired wizard grinned in amusement.
"I can show you if you like." Sirius offered.
That stopped her short. Sirius almost laughed out loud as her face completely transformed. Anger quickly dissipated and instead an eager smile lit up her cute little face. She quickly ran over to him, almost tripping over her overly large robes.
"Oh please! I would be ever so grateful!"
And so Sirius spent the next twenty minutes showing the little raven how to perform the spell. She managed to cast it fairly quickly, much to his surprise. He showered her with praise, yet she still chewed on the inside of her cheek, her eyebrows drawn down in a frown.
"Aren't you a first year, little bird? This is quite a good showing for being so young."
He smiled down at the witch as she eye'd the dim little light that wobbled above her head unsteadily.
"It's not quite right though…"
Sirius chuckled as she tried not to pout.
"It's just, I don't like being bad at things."
Sirius couldn't fault her for that. So he stayed a bit longer, until she got it just right.
End Of Year 1
The platform was crowded, filled with children excited for the summer holiday to start, and frantic parents fretting over this and that. A quick tug on his sleeve had Sirius looking over at Remus. His best friend merely pointed down, a bemused smile on his lips. Following his lead, Sirius found a familiar cute face looking up at him. The Ravenclaw from earlier that year.
"You never told me your name." The little Witch reprimanded him.
Sirius couldn't help but grin, she really did look awfully adorable when she was annoyed. With a flourishing bow, he knelt down to her level.
"Sirius Black, of House Black. At your service my lady."
Her eyes grew wide in alarm and her cheeks turned pink. Sirius could hear Remus trying to hold back a laugh.
"Hermione Granger"
The girl replied, holding her hand out to him. He took it and dropped a quick kiss on the back.
"A pleasure, little witch."
She harrumphed at him, pulling her hand back with a muttered, 'show off,' under her breath. Remus outright laughed at that.
"This is for you."
She pulled out a large envelope from a banged up leather messenger bag she wore. Sirius took note of the fact that she was out of her school uniform. But she seemed to be wearing a uniform of some other sort. Muggle in appearance. A plain black dress with white cap sleeves, and trim.
With a mock curtsey and an eye roll, the cheeky little witch was off.
"Seems we found a witch immune to your charm, Pads." Remus teased.
Sirius stood up, opening the envelope while grinning at his best mate. With a bright flash and a loud bang, Sirius found himself covered in glitter. But that was not all, above the opened envelope in his hands, hovered a bright yellow orb of light. Slowly, the orb started changing color, from white to yellow, orange then red, and so on.
"That clever little brat." Sirius muttered.
Year 2
"What are you doing up here again? Weren't you a Gryffindor? Why do you keep coming up here, you have your own tower."
Hermione rounded on him, nearly causing Sirius to lose his footing and fall down the stairs.
"Lord of ash and ruin, how do you keep doing that? And how did you know I was in Gryffindor?" Sirius cursed at the witches' ability to seemingly appear out of thin air.
The curly haired girl rolled her eyes before tugging him along by the sleeve to follow her. She led him past a tapestry that hung on the wall into what turned out to be a hidden cozy study alcove. Leave it to the Ravens to have hidden study rooms built into their tower stairs.
"I looked it up in some old yearbooks in the library." Hermione replied.
"Old?" Sirius sputtered aghast at the girl.
She smirked meanly back up at him and nodded.
"Cruel little witch." He muttered.
"Well? Why do I keep finding you sneaking about after hours up the Ravenclaw Tower?"
Falling gracelessly into one of the comfy sofas in the room, Sirius let out a sigh.
"Ravenclaw is the only common room I never had a chance to sneak into while at school. All you birds were much too clever for my ways."
He winked at the witch as she blinked at him in bewilderment and distrust.
"You're one of the School Governors, I doubt they would deny you entry if you asked for a tour."
Sirius graced her with his most charming smile as he explained.
"You don't understand, little raven. It's no fun if you have permission."
With a disgusted grunt, the brunette witch shucked off her robes, leaving her in her school uniform, before rounding on Sirius.
"Unbelievable! Boys truly never grow up it seems. Regardless, you're here now, show me how to do this. Please."
The 'please' was an afterthought, as her 'show me', was clearly more of an order than a request. She thrust a large book into his lap, before taking a seat on the arm rest, leaning against this shoulder.
"It's a Disillusionment Charm, I can't seem to get it quite right though."
Sirius wondered what a second year would need with a Disillusionment Charm, but shrugged it off. Circe knew he got up to loads of mischief while he was in school. Who was he to judge?
"Show me how far you've gotten darling."
Jumping off the sofa, she stood in front of him pulling out her wand and tapping the top of her head with it while casting the charm. It worked almost perfectly. Only a pale washed out shadow of the girl was left visible to the eye.
A shiver ran down Sirius' back. The girl had quite a bit of power, for her age at least. She would be a formidable witch when she grew up one day.
"I don't know what you're upset about. I can't see anything wrong with your casting or the results. You are far less visible than I think anyone else in your age group could manage honestly. Full Disillusionment will come with time, as you grow older and into your magic."
He saw a bit more of her once she moved, she looked like a slightly colorful ghost. He let out a wince of pain as she unceremoniously sat on his lap very nearly sitting on his important bits. She dropped the enchantment with a growl.
"But it's not good enough! I hate being bad at things. Please teach me to do it properly."
Sirius chuckled before moving her into a less dangerous position on his lap. Pulling out his wand, the Ravenclaw common room all but forgotten once more, he proceeded to work with her till she got it just right.
The Letter
Hermione was startled as a large eagle owl landed in front of her at breakfast one morning. She had never received post before. Nothing other than the newspaper that is. Gingerly reaching over to the large raptor, she took the dark orange and blue ombre envelope from its talons.(1)
It bore a gold wax seal inset with the Canis Major constellation. This was a personal seal not a House seal. 'Curiouser and curiouser', Hermione thought to herself. Tearing open the envelope, she found a letter, and to her surprise, a necklace.
The silver chain was long and delicate. At the end of it was a dark, flat, square cut emerald. So dark a green it was almost black. She quickly tore open the letter, before daring to put the necklace on.
Dear Little Raven, (2)
Imagine my surprise when I heard rumors from the staff that they thought a student may be sneaking in and out of the Restricted Section. Though nothing can be proven, and the staff seems to be looking for an older student, capable of getting past the wards and hiding themselves...
I thought it prudent to send my little honorary Marauder a gift.
Hermione read back over that part, 'honorary marauder'?
The restricted section is restricted for a reason. There are many a dangerous tomb hidden amongst the school's private collection. This necklace will help steer you away from those that may harm you.
In repayment I will take any embarrassing or inappropriate stories you may have about my godson, Harry Potter. I believe he is in your year.
Yours
S.
End Of Year 2
There was a familiar tug on his sleeves, Sirius looked down to find his little raven looking up at him seriously. She wore the same black dress with white cap sleeves and trim again. A little more threadbare, a bit shorter on her growing frame.
Remus took a couple steps back, eyeing the little witch with suspicion, as he had been a casualty of the glitter bomb she had given Sirius last year. To this day the werewolf still complained about finding glitter where it ought not be.
"Here you go."
She handed Sirius another envelope. Remus' eyes widened in alarm at the sight of it, and he scampered quick as a rabbit over to the Potters a few paces away.
"What's this?"
"The blackmail material you asked for." Hermione replied primly.
Sirius chuckled as he opened it. (Carefully opened it, as he too still found glitter in random places.) Instead of glitter, there was a list. A long list of his Godsons antics throughout the year. Sirius perused through the surprisingly thorough list in delight.
"Ah, perfect! Pleasure doing business with you darling."
The brunette rolled her eyes with a smile, before curtseying mockingly and turning to leave.
"What's with the outfit by the way?"
Hermione turned back, her eyebrows raised.
"I'm Muggleborn, I don't wear robes out in London proper."
"No, I meant the dress, it looks like a uniform. You wore the same thing before." Sirius made a gesture at her clothing.
"Oh, yeah it sort of is. It's the dress code for the orphanage."
That caught Sirius's attention.
"Orphanage? You don't know who your parents are?"
For the first time his little witch seemed to wilt in on herself. She refused to meet his eyes. Her eyebrows drawn down in a stubborn frown.
"I'm a Muggleborn if that's what you're asking, not a halfblood. I know who my parents are. Mama and Papa- I mean, the Grangers couldn't handle having a magical child..."
The witch stuttered through her reply. Her hands clutching desperately to the strap of the battered old messenger bag she wore.
Sirius felt a sudden surge of anger wash over him. He had heard of such things of course. Had heard rumors of how some Muggles were. Lilly was one of the few muggleborn friends he had though, and her own parents had always been quite wonderful and understanding. He had forgotten. Forgotten that just like some Purebloods parents, there were Muggles equally as cruel and evil out in the world.
Sirius knelt down to one knee, reaching out to gently tug on one of the tiny witches' wild curls.
"I care not about your blood status, love. I was just curious about the bossy little raven that I have become friends with."
She finally looked up at him, her eyes searching his face before she let out a sigh and a small smile.
"My name is Hermione, not Raven."
With a wicked grin, the dark eyed witch reached up and flicked him across the nose, catching Sirius off guard as he fell back on his ass. The little imp dashed away with a giggle, out of sight in moments. She was always so proper and bossy, it always caught Sirius off guard when she let the Marauder in her come out.
Remus had walked back over, chuckling as he grabbed Sirus hand and helped him up.
"What's with you and the kid anyways? A Ravenclaw at that. You've always been pants at dealing with the Eagles mate. Though, it's nice to know the newer generation are still too clever to fall for your charm."
Sirius stuck his tongue out at his friend childishly.
"Mind your business Moony."
Year 3
"Red? Not blue?"
His little raven looked up at him startled. She had been leaning against the castle wall, looking down at her feet in contemplation when he found her. She looked back down now, following his gaze to the pretty red dress she was wearing beneath her open black robes. A brand new dress. The red looked wonderful against her tanned skin and dark hair. It actually suited her quite well.
"My new Patron is a Gryfindor. It seemed fitting" Hermione replied glibly, cutting her eyes at him slyly.
So the clever little witch had found out he was the one that had funded a scholarship for her and her schooling. Hogwarts already had a scholarship program set up for underprivileged children. However, it barely covered the necessities.
Though he rarely used the perks that came with being Sacred 28, he had taken advantage of a school statute that would let him, as a School Governor, sponsor a promising young witch or wizard. Along with funding her schooling, He made sure she received a stipend for her wardrobe as well as a small allowance for her to use at her own discretion. Sirius was glad to see his gold was going to good use at least. No more too large robes, and threadbare boring black dresses.
"Plus, I figured it wouldn't hurt to suck up a little, as my Patron has been called to my disciplinary hearing." Hermione bit her lip, a nervous if cunning smile on her lips.
"Yeah, I dunno about that love. I'm here at seven in the morning on a Saturday. A pretty little Gryfindor red dress on an underage witch that is flat as a board isn't really helping my mood." Sirius deadpanned.
She blushed before muttering under her breath about 'Playboy purebloods' and 'not like he was her father, why was he here anyways?'
"Bloody beats me!" Sirius exclaimed in frustration. "You're a Ravenclaw for Circe's sake, you lot never get in trouble! And I thought you at least were too clever to get caught."
She had the decency to look abashed at that.
"Out with it, Witch. What have you done?"
Sirius looked in growing awe at the little witch as her story came out. His little raven had made a friend recently. A blonde by the name of Luna. The young friend seemed to get bullied a lot, and Hermione had set a trap which had left 3 upper year girls with boils all over their faces. Boils that spelled out words like 'bully', 'jerk', and 'sneak'.
Running a hand over his face in frustration, Sirius couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh.
"Been messing about with spell manipulation again have you?" He remembered back to his own family spell she had altered.
"It's a bit of a hobby." She admitted shyly.
"Yeah, I have gathered. Will the normal counterspell work?"
She shrugged, not looking sorry one bit.
Sirius let out another hopeless chuckle before pulling out his watch to see they still had a half hour left before their meeting with the Headmaster.
"Since your here, mind showing me how to-"
Sirius sputtered as he turned back to her in disbelief. Was she serious?
"What?" She growled self-consciously. "We have time to kill, and I need help with an enchantment."
The dark hair Wizard couldn't stop the bark of laughter that erupted out of him. Shaking his head at himself. Here he was, the wayward Lord of House Black, moving to lean against the castle wall next to the young orphaned Muggle-born Witch that had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. He pulled out his wand and asked her what she needed his help with.
End Of Year 3
"Take this."
Sirius nearly dropped the scroll that Hermione had thrust into his hands. The little Witch appeared out of nowhere as was her custom. She wasn't even looking at him, too busy distractedly going through her messenger bag, rearranging its contents.
Sirius was disgruntled to see her back in the faded black orphanage dress again. But at least she was wearing the new satchel he had sent her for Christmas. It was made from a rich dark brown leather, roomy with extension charms built into it. She had wound a small pretty blue and bronze kerchief into the buckles. Giving the masculine piece a female flare that suited her.
"Granger?" His godson addressed the pretty little witch in confusion, having been standing and chatting with Remus and Sirius when she had appeared.
"Potter," She replied with an eye roll.
"Lupin." Remus pointed at himself with a wry grin at the witch and his nephew, joining in on the fun.
"What's this?" Sirius asked, unrolling the scroll finally, ignoring his godson and friend.
"Well, you're paying for my education, figured you may as well see what your gold is getting you."
Sirius was holding her grades, and class listing it appeared. Remus and Harry, ever the nosey busy bodies, moved in to peek at the parchment over his shoulder.
Lupin let out an appreciative whistle. "Top grades, and top of the class, impressive."
"Merlin, Granger. I have never seen so many O's in my life. Sirius, don't let my parents see this!" Harry looked around in alarm. Making sure his parents were not close at hand.
"I have to get going or else I will miss the bus. My Lord."
Hermione curtseyed in that mocking way of hers. 'Lord' rolling off her lips like a curse. Sirius loved it. He chuckled and followed his little bird with his eyes till he lost sight of her. He turned back to his best friend that was looking at him shrewdly, and his godson that was looking at him with confusion.
"What does she mean paying for?" Harry asked.
Year 4
"Oh good, it's you!"
Sirius wasn't even surprised this time when Hermione appeared from between the stacks in the Hogwarts Library. As if she had been waiting for him.
"Given up on trying to get into the Ravenclaw common room yet?"
Sirius clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Never."
With a snicker she pulled on his sleeve, before winding her arm around his own and leading him to the back of the stacks, where the private study rooms were. Somewhere he had actually never gotten to go. The professors never trusted him with a pass. Very smart of them really Sirius thought as he looked around the private room. It seemed perfect for shagging, much roomier than a broom closet.
"Perfect timing, I need you to show me something."
Sirius rolled his eyes in amusement.
"'Show me, show me.' That's all I ever hear from you. Perhaps I should start calling you my little parrot instead, hmm? Always parroting back the same words to me, little witch."
Sirius tugged on one of her curls in fondness. She made a face at him before pushing him down into one of the wooden chairs.
"Be serious-"
"I'm always Sirius" The handsome Wizard replied.
"Ugh!" Hermione groaned before sitting on his lap, looking at him with disgust at his antics.
Very suddenly Sirius became painfully aware that her school skirt was riding quite high on her tan thighs. In fact, the tiny little Witch wasn't so tiny any more. She was actually quite tall for her age, and there were the beginnings of curves. Curves that were most certainly not there last time he had seen her. Pink pouty lips that had been adorable on her cherub face before, now looked different, distractring really.
And if all that wasn't enough there was the power of the Witch. Her magic felt like liquid heat, and spice. It was much too alluring for a child of her age, much too overpowering. Sirius took all those thoughts and promptly stowed them away in a thrice locked box in his mind.
"What do you need my help with?" He asked, trying to keep his mind off the dangerous new things his consciousness decided to start noticing.
"It's my Fourth year, Sirius."
"Yes, I am quite aware." The gray eyed Wizard nodded.
"The mistletoe will affect me now." Hermione muttered grimly.
Sirius let out a startled laugh at that. Ah yes, the Castle's infamous mistletoe. First through third years were safe from it, but every person 4th year and above was exposed to the plant's wiley ways come Christmas time.
"Is that what's bothering you, love? Come now, there has to be at least one bloke in the castle you wouldn't mind finding yourself stuck under a sprig of Mistletoe with?"
Sirius teased her, poking her in the side. She rolled her eyes at his antics, as always.
"That's not what I am worried about, I already know who I'm going to kiss."
Sirius eyebrows shot up at her matter of fact no-nonsense reply. She really was frightfully calculating, his little raven. Sometimes she reminded him of Regulus. He would pay good money to see how his brother would react to the cheeky little witch and her attitude.
"So what do you need my help with then, love?"
Hermione smiled fetchingly at him, fingering the lapels of his robe innocently. (3)
"Show me how to kiss properly. Please."
Sirius merely raised one eyebrow at the eager little witch on his lap, as he tilted his head to the side, his face carefully blank.
The thing was, though Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor rather than Slytherin like the rest of his family. Despite the fact he had run away from home and had unofficially cut off his family all those years ago. And regardless of having spurned many of the Pureblood ways and traditions. The fact of the matter was, he was still a Black.
He had spent his childhood and formative years surrounded by dark magic, and darker secrets yet. That kind of upbringing always left its mark. Being surrounded by shadows like that did things to a person. Made them susceptible to certain things and thoughts. Things like noticing the developing body of the too young girl whom he was a patron for.
"I'm basically twice your age, little witch. You will get no kisses from these lips. Find a Wizard your own age to practice on."
She leaned forward then, her legs spreading across his lap, almost straddling him. Sirius was careful to keep his hands off the girl, though that did not stop his eyes wandering over her newly noticed womanly form.
"Please Sirius. You know I hate being bad at things."
Sirius snorted as he cut his eyes at Hermione in annoyance.
"You are not bad at anything, love. Don't be dramatic. And even if you are a terrible kisser, that's part of growing up and learning. Can't cheat your way out of that growing phase."
"Just one kiss, Sirius. What if I get caught under the Mistletoe before I get a chance to kiss who I planned? I wouldn't want my first kiss wasted on the likes of Finnegan, or Circe forbid, Goyle!"
She was leaning dangerously close now. Her big bambi brown eyes and wild curls filling Sirius' line of sight. She bit her lower lip fetchingly, as she looked at him beseechingly.
"Hermione" Sirius growled. "I don't want to kiss a 14 year old girl. Nor do I fancy getting my bits hexed off if anyone were to find out."
"I'm fifteen though, and no one would ever know."
Sirius' hands had come up to her waist to push the Witch off, only to stop."
"What do you mean you're fifteen?" He asked.
She giggled, as if this conversation was normal, and she wasn't propositioning a Wizard old enough to be her father. (Granted a very young father. James had gotten Lily knocked up right out of Hogwarts)
"I am a year older than everyone in my year. My family situation, or lack of family, held me back from when I was supposed to start at Hogwarts."
Fifteen was no better than fourteen Sirius reminded himself. But his hands stayed at her waist, and his eyes fell to her lips momentarily. Fifteen sounded better though. Only a short bit away from sixteen and seventeen really.
"So you're fifteen, that really makes no difference. Still too young." Sirius ground out.
"Fine. Don't show me." With a great big sigh of defeat Hermione buried her head in his chest. "I'll just ask one of the older boys down in the village to show me."
"What?" Sirius growled, grabbing her by the shoulders and lifting her off his chest to look at him.
"Well, there is a new shop assistant at Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop. In his early 20's I think, and quite handsome. I have noticed him looking my way. I'm sure it wouldn't take much convincing to get him to steal a few kisses."
Her smile was all teeth and satisfaction as she looked up at him. The conniving little brat truly had him wrapped tight around her finger, and worse, she knew it.
"You think you are so clever, do you?"
Grabbing her thighs roughly, he pulled her so she was finally properly straddling his lap. She gasped as he repositioned her. Even with her growth spurt, she was still smaller than Sirius by quite a bit. Her hands found purchase on his chest as she adjusted to the change in position.
"You are a smart girl, Hermione. As such you know there are repercussions for certain actions. You want to learn to kiss? I do not know how to teach someone how to kiss, but I do know how to kiss a Witch till she forgets her name."
Sirius moved his hands up her thighs back to her waist. Squeezing her there, before his hands continued up. Up her sides over her shoulders, till his hands cupped her face. He pulled her forward till their lips were only a space apart.
"I will kiss you, and you will learn from it, or you won't. No do-over, no practice. You will get one chance to learn, and in return I get your first kiss. Do you submit to these terms?"
Her body was shaking on top of his own. Her eyes roved over his face, searching he knew not for what. A moment later she seemed to have found what she was looking for though, as she smiled softly, and nodded her head.
He dragged her forward, and placed his lips on her own. Kissing her sweetly, brushing his lips against her own over and over again, before nipping and licking at her lower lip. One arm banded around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Her new young curves melted against his own hard frame. His other hand buried itself in her curls at the base of her neck as he moved her just where he wanted.
Soon enough he was licking into her mouth, his hand tugging at her curls as she let out breathless little noises. The moment she started moving her hips against him, unconsciously seeking relief, he pulled back. Kissing the side of her mouth, her cheek, her eyelids. Dragging his tongue down her neck finally and nipping at her clavicle, which made her body shudder violently on his lap.
"Satisfied, witch?" Sirius asked her.
She was panting heavily, her dark chocolate eyes half lidded. His little raven would never forget this, and she would not get a kiss like that from any silly boy in this school. Sirius couldn't help the heat of satisfaction that pooled into his chest. It had been ages since he had taken a witches first kiss.
"Thank you Sirius. That was very enlightening."
Hermione grinned stupidly up at the dark haired wizard before kissing him on the cheek.
"Now get out. I have a Transfiguration exam to study for."
End Of Year 4
"My cousin and my Godson!"
Sirius accused, before grabbed the frustratingly cheeky witch by the arm as soon as she exited the train. Pulling her to the side, away from the growing crowd of parents and students. Making sure to drag her very far away from Remus, James, and Lily.
"The blokes you planned to kiss were Harry and Draco?" He glared down at the brunette witch, who merely rolled her eyes at him.
"Don't you adults have anything better to do than to gossip about us students? I didn't even realize you and Malfoy were close?"
Sirius dropped into a nearby bench, glaring at the girl.
"He is my cousin, and I am the Lord of House Black. I make it a priority to keep tabs on all those of my House, even if they bare different surnames. A Black is a Black, regardless."
Hermione's eyes glittered in interest at that. His little raven loved learning new things, and the intricacies of the 28 Houses always caught her attention.
"So why those two? To piss me off?" Sirius asked.
Hermione laughed at that, before sitting down next to him.
"You give yourself too much credit. The kisses were mercenary in nature I assure you, and nothing to do with you."
"Explain." Sirius commanded, though he ran a hand through her curls to show he held no real malice.
"Draco was just an experiment. He has been terribly mean to me since first year, you know. I wished to see what would happen if a dirty little Mudblood kissed him."
"And?" Sirius asked curiously.
"And, he can barely look at me without blushing now. Let alone work up the courage to throw any barbs my way. Bashful as a lamb now."
Hermione smiled in satisfaction, and Sirius couldn't help but chuckle at her cheshire grin.
"Well yes, I suppose it wouldn't be the first time a pretty little witch has used her whiles to get her way with a teenage boy. Alright then, why my godson?"
She shrugged nonchalantly.
"A means to an end. Ginevra Weasley made some comments about me I didn't care for. It was highly satisfying to see her face when she stumbled upon Harry and I. Plus, Harry is quite handsome, and I seem to be partial to black haired Wizards apparently.
His sneaky little Ravenclaw looked up to catch his eye before darting a glance to his own long black locks. He tugged on one of her curls, hard, at her cheekiness. She squealed in surprise.
"You should have been sorted into Slytherin." Sirius grumbled.
Summer Before 5th Year
"Show me your vaults."
Sirius groaned in annoyance as Hermione popped into the seat next to him. He was out to Lunch with Remus and James in the Alley, the last place he thought he would run into the brat.
"Hello Hermione, you look fetching today." Remus smiled politely over at the witch.
"Thank you Mr. Lupin." Hermione beamed back.
"Hermione? Is this the one that stole Harry's first kiss?" James looked up in excitement as he reached for his water.
"Yes." Sirius replied curtly. "Shouldn't you be off in your orphanage mopping floors or something?"
James choked on his drink as Remus let out an aghast, "Sirius!"
Hermione laughed before stealing a chip off his plate.
"I'm playing hooky from manual labor today. So what do you say, will you show me your vault?"
"What? Want to make sure I have enough gold to keep you swimming in books and dresses?"
Sirius quipped back, before noticing she was indeed wearing a rather fetching light blue summer dress today, instead of her ghastly orphan dress. Her arms were bare, and her tan skin was a deep bronze from the summer sun.
"Sirius!" Both James and Remus admonished him in unison again. He and Hermione ignored them though.
"I have never been into Gringotts before. I have no money of my own, only the allowance you give me for school and such. The Goblins never let me in as I have no business with them. Please, will you show me?"
She pulled on his sleeve beseechingly, giving her best kicked puppy look. She was definitely hamming it up a bit for their audience. Sirius looked over at Remus who was glaring at him, and James, who looked about ready to tear up. James truly was just a great big Hufflepuff in disguise.
"Fine! Lord of sulfur and spite(4), but you are annoying. Here, take a menu and order something and stop stealing my chips. We will go after lunch."
Hermione squealed in delight before giving him a kiss on the cheek. She grabbed the menu in excitement and started to look it over while asking Remus for suggestions. James leaned over to also give his input. Sirius looked on in disgust at his two, easily fooled, best mates. Suckers, both of them.
After lunch they shook off his two friends and made their way to the large imposing bank in the Alley. Hermione had stared in wonder at the lobby, clung to him in fright on the ride down to his vaults, and nearly fallen over at the sight of his vault filled to the brim with gold, valuables, and ancient texts.
He ended up pulling a few pieces of jewelry out for the girl. Earings, a bracelet, and a pretty gold chain with charms on it to go around her ankle. It sparkled prettily against her tan legs. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his chin in thanks.
1. Meant to look like the night sky when the sun sets. Just a tiny little detail, because though Sirius spurned his family, he was still raised in a rich pureblood house. I think he would still have a taste for some fine things, and rich details.
2. It still drives me insane that the crest for Ravenclaw is an eagle instead of a Raven, lol. Either way, she is a RAVENclaw, so his little pet name of Raven makes sense.
3. By the way, in my AU's, robes are kinda worn like in the movies. They are more like coats worn over regular clothes. Like Sirius for example would wear a stylish Robe, open, with a white button up and grey trousers. Something like that.
4. You may have noticed by now that I make my own curses and deities for my AU's. Hope it flows smoothly. I know some people might get confused at the sayings.