Hermione sat in a green wing-chair in the library at Grimmauld number 12 near the fireplace where a cheerful fire crackled.

She saw Ron and Lavender walk past holding hands from the open door.

Hermione reached for her teacup and took a sip.
Too hot.

But this didn't bother her, no, she took another small sip and thought about her life so far.

Ron had gotten back with Lavender Brown shortly after the battle.

Harry became an Auror and had been on an overseas mission for the last three months.

The only other person who was there with her right now was Harry's godfather Sirius Black.

Hermione had spent months looking for a spell on how to bring back a person from the curtain, and at last she succeeded.

But something must have gone wrong, because Sirius looked like he must have looked before he went to Azkaban.

She probably tried too hard to do the spell right and the Patronus as ward had been too much.

Hermione reached for the cup draining it in one gulp, stood up and took her teacup.

Once in the kitchen she met Kreacher to which she gave a friendly smile and then placed her cup in the sink.

She was about to leave when she realized that somebody else was in the room, Sirius Black.

He sat at the kitchen table reading the Daily Prophet some stray black tresses falling into the stormy gray eyes.

She had to pull herself together not to stare.

The radio was on playing some muggle song that she didn't recognize.

Hermione sat down next to Sirius, pretending to read The Daily Prophet.

But she wasn't reading, instead she continued to watch Sirius.
She now understood why so many girls swooned over him at that time.

"Is something the matter?" Sirius asked.

"No, nothing!" Hermione replied hypocritical.
Except that you look incredibly good.

She hasn't meant to say that out loud.

Sirius looked at her.

How she longed to kiss him.

She got closer and closer to him, their lips almost touching.

"No, we are not allowed! I'm Harry's godfather and you his best friend."
Sirius voice was barley a whisper towards the end of the sentence.

Hermione raised an eyebrow mockingly.

"And you're really Sirius Black the great womanizer? Aren't rules meant to be broken? " She asked looking into his eyes.

Sirius grinned.

"Let's break rules," he breathed and then placed his lips longingly on hers.