A.N. Hermione deserves a book in her honour for all the times she saved her boys' lives. 

In this story, Sirius emerged from the veil three years ago.

So when Hermione had started her fifth year working at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement after her 25th birthday, a 36-year-old Sirius Black had come out of the veil.

It's Hermione's 8th year working at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

(You can see the pair as platonic or romantic in this story.)

Hermione ran for her life after receiving Kingsley's patronus.

Not because there was any danger coming for her.

No.

It was because her life was on the line and if she didn't make it to the Wizengamot ballroom, everything she had worked so hard to find for the past three years would come crashing down.

She slammed the doors to the ballroom and it opened to reveal... chaos.

"That's preposterous!"

"Absurd!"

"My family has produced nothing but magical children!"

"Absolutely ludicrous!"

"ENOUGH!" Kingsley bellowed.

The crowd went silent. 

Hermione scoffed out a laugh, bringing everyone's attention to her.

"Hermione," Kingsley began in a soothing tone like she was some scared fawn who needed reassurance that no hunter would harm her.

But this tone only angered her and she hissed at him with a deadly glare, "Who do you think you are?"

"I didn't mean-"

"For what to happen?" She cocked her head at him before gesturing to the rest of the room where the purebloods were standing or sitting, "For my research to get out and now you had to explain to an entire room of purebloods that they've been wrong for not decades but centuries?!"

"Your research, Kitten?" A silky voice interrupted.

Hermione suppressed the eye twitch she felt at the nickname and the wizard who said the nickname.

"Yes, my research, Lord Black," She hurtled back the title with barely veiled amusement at watching Sirius grimace at the name.

"Why have you been working on this, Miss Granger?" A voice interrupted the staring contest between her and Sirius and dragged her attention to the redhead.

"I work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or have you forgotten the job that I've been occupying for the past decade, Per-Mr Weasley?" She corrected, ignoring her misstep since they weren't at the Burrow and had to use formalities when addressing one another.

Hermione turned back to Kingsley, not bothering to listen to Percy's sputtering, and asked, "Where are they?"

He obviously knew what he was referring to since he immediately handed over the papers in his hands.

"We have a right to know why we are the reason for the problem that Kingsley has stated." Madame Nott (Theodore Nott Jr's mother, her mind supplied) had spoken up.'

Hermione tilted her head, assessing the woman in front of her before nodding at Kingsley to continue.

Sirius dragged Hermione to sit next to him and gently tugged one of her curls, "We will be having words about your project, Kitten."

Hermione pinches him in retaliation, making him yelp dramatically, before she whispered, "We will also be having words about your nicknames."

Sirius' only answer is to pout, placing an arm behind Hermione's chair and whispering back, "I thought you liked my nicknames?"

Their bickering is drowned out by the rest of Kingseley's announcement.

Ending: Hermione laughed in their shocked faces.

Hermione shook her head, causing her curls to escape out of her bun.

"My answer will be yes but only because you begged so nicely."