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Kaleidoscope	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 25576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, nor do I make any money from this fanfiction.

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**NOTE: Sirius is only 5 years older than Hermione in this fanfiction. In this world, he was not friends with Harry's parents, he was not in the Order, he did not go to Azkaban and he did not die, obviously. Everything else about the Potter world is still the same***

A current of smoke escaped through the slit between his lips, shrouding the young woman before him in a grayish haze. He set down his cigarette, inching closer and closer. There was a moment to turn back, walk away, leave the situation and never return, but that moment had long gone. Sirius gently pulled her head back and brushed his lips along the column of her throat. The action startled her, but only for a second. She felt warm, willing.

“You’re sure?” he asked, pausing for only a second.

She breathed heavily. “I’m sure.”

Two Hours Earlier

Hermione was furious. She had never felt so disrespected in all her nineteen years. She stormed out of Harry and Ron’s flat, ignoring the voice calling after her and withdrawing her wand. In a matter of seconds she Apparated out of their building and into her own. Ginny was waiting by the door of their flat, a knowing look in her eyes.

“Harry owled me when he heard the raised voices,” she explained, watching as Hermione walked past her and into their living room. “What happened?”

The former Head Girl didn’t know where to begin. She had so many thoughts running through her head, so many questions left unanswered. The thing about Ron was that he made her absolutely furious without even trying. He was the only person on the entire planet that could truly, truly get to her, and he didn’t hesitate to use that power to his own advantage.

“I hate him,” she simply said. “I really, really do.”

Ginny took a seat beside her, placing a hand on her best friend’s knee. “He’s a right arse and we all know it. Whatever he did…whatever he said…I’m sorry, Hermione.”

“You don’t have to apologize on his behalf,” she assured her. “Not anymore. He’s not a child. He should know better by now.”

“I agree,” offered the redhead. “How about something hot to drink? You don’t need to mull over your row, not tonight anyway.”

Hermione nodded. “Something hot sounds good.”

Without another word, Ginny stood from the sofa and headed straight for their modest kitchen. She came back a few moments later with two cups of hot chocolate. “Here,” she said, handing one to Hermione whilst taking tiny sips of the other. “I added extra marshmallows in yours.”

“Thanks,” smiled the brunette, though she didn’t feel much like smiling about anything anymore, even marshmallows.

They sat like this in silence for about five minutes before Ginny shifted in her seat. It was obvious she wanted to say something, but the reluctance in her eyes was crystal clear. “It – It’s still early.”

“So it is,” Hermione agreed, peering outside. The sun had just set. It can’t have been later than seven.

“I think we should go somewhere. Take your mind off things.”

“Now?”

Ginny nodded, setting down her cup. “Staying at home won’t do you any good tonight. You need to go out and have a bit of fun. Save the serious thoughts for tomorrow.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on. It’ll be good for you. I promise.” She held out her hand and waited until Hermione grabbed on before pulling her up from the comforts of their sofa. “I’ve gone through many a break-up in my day, and the only thing that truly helps is to go out and find yourself again.”

It sounded right. It sounded like something someone would say. Hermione wasn’t sure. She wasn’t the type to go out past five on any weekday. She wasn’t really the type to go out at all. But perhaps that was the problem. She spent so much time living up to everyone’s expectations. It was beginning to drive her a little insane.

“Where are we going?”

Ginny paused for a moment. “What day is it?”

“Wednesday.”

She smiled, clapping her hands together. “Perfect! We’ll go to Wyvern Wing. Their drinks are on special tonight.”

Hermione tensed up. “Drinks? You didn’t say anything about that.”

“Oh, come on. You’re nineteen. Live a little.”

~

Wyvern Wing was straight out of a movie scene. It was a pub-slash-performance lounge-type-place and had a fairly young crowd. Hermione was surprised she had never heard of it, and wondered how many times Ginny had been there. More than a few of the employees gave the redhead a polite nod hello, as though she was something of a regular.

The girls slid into the booth on the pub side and ordered a round of Firewhiskey. Hermione couldn’t remember the last time she’d even seen a glass, let alone had one.

“Having fun yet?” asked Ginny, talking over the music.

Hermione smiled, raising her glass before taking a sip. She coughed a little, earning a few laughs from both Ginny and the server, but it didn’t stop her from taking a second and then a third. “That is stronger than I remembered.”

“Good. We’ll get another round soon.” Ginny glanced around the place, eagerness to her eyes. “See anything you like?”

The brunette arched an eyebrow. It had barely been an hour since she had split from Ron and Ginny was already encouraging her to have a gander. She couldn’t help but laugh.

It couldn’t hurt to have a look around.

Against her better judgment, Hermione scoped the place out and spotted more than a few decent-looking young men. She was genuinely surprised by the selection, and it probably showed on her face given the chuckles coming from Ginny.

“I’m your wingwoman tonight,” she winked. “Finish your drink and we’ll go in for the kill.”

Hermione snorted, completely caught of guard. This time more than a few people looked her way, including one of the cute guys, and Ginny started patting her on the back.

“Are you all right?” she asked, alarmed.

“Yes,” lied the brunette. “I – I just can’t do that sort of thing.”

“What sort of thing?”

“I can’t go in for the kill.”

Ginny laughed. “Don’t be silly. Of course you can.”

“I can’t. It’s…not me…at all.”

“According to whom?” the redhead asked. “The tabloids? You’re only considered Harry’s bookish best friend because you let it happen. Don’t be a git, Hermione. We all know you’re confident and gorgeous. It’s time to break out of that shell and show the world.”

She didn’t know about gorgeous, but Ginny did have a point. The general public did view her as some sort of prudish nerd, for the most part, and it did annoy her from time to time but not as much as it did in that specific moment. “What do I do?”

“Just follow my lead,” instructed Ginny, getting up from their booth with her drink in hand.

Hermione mimicked her, tugging down on the short hem of her borrowed black halter dress and wondering if she looked as uncomfortable as she felt. They walked past several of the young men she had spotted earlier, and for a moment Hermione thought to ask Ginny where they were headed, but as she peered ahead, she saw a group of the most attractive guys she had ever seen.

They were roughly mid-20s and sported rocker clothing. Hermione examined their surroundings and felt her insides turn to slush as she realized they were the band performing that night.

She grabbed Ginny’s elbow. “What are you doing? We can’t talk to them.”

“Why not?”

“They’re…the band.”

Ginny smiled knowingly. “Exactly. They’re the only guys in here worth talking to.”

Hermione frowned, slowly following behind as Ginny approached the lead guitarist and whispered something into his ear. In a matter of milliseconds they were laughing together about Merlin knows what, as though they had known each other for ages. His body language pointed in all the right directions, but Hermione knew Ginny was only doing this for her and that she had no intention of cheating on Harry, at all, ever.

Feeling slightly stupid, Hermione made motion to quietly slip away, but just as she turned to leave, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was one of the guys in the band and he was holding a microphone. She glanced over his shoulder and felt her body burn with embarrassment as Ginny gave her another wink.

“Hello,” smiled the band member, whom to assumed to be the vocalist. “I’m Ian.” Ian. That was quite an ordinary name for someone with so many tattoos and so many tears in his clothing.

Nevertheless, she returned his smile. “I’m Hermione.”

“I know,” he said, laughing a little, keeping everything very casual. “You’re in the paper a few times a week.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Right.”

“Sorry. That was rude of me,” he apologized. “I’ve just always wanted to meet you.”

“Really?”

Ian nodded, acting quite shy himself. “You’re kind of a legend.”

This time she laughed. “You’ve got a great sense of humour.”

“I’m not joking,” he assured her, still smiling. “Didn’t you disarm some of the darkest, most dangerous wizards alive during the Battle of Hogwarts?”

Hermione paused. “Erm – I suppose, but…”

“That makes you a legend,” finished the vocalist. “In my books anyway.”

She wasn’t sure how to take his praise, but decided it was best to tuck away her modest card for the night. She wasn’t there to be a diplomat. “When are you performing?”

Ian glanced around. The rest of the band was already on stage, setting up their instruments and whatnot. “Now,” he shrugged. “I suppose I should go before my manager turns that glare into a hex.”

Hermione followed his line of vision and saw another young man, a little older than the others, but still attractive and with even more tattoos. He was tall, had black hair that fell over his eyes, wore a white Henley and dark, fitted jeans with dragonskin boots. Something about him rung familiar, but it wasn’t until Ian spoke that she realized why.

“Just a second, Sirius! Do me a favour and find my new friend a nice spot in the front.”

No. It can’t have been. But it was. It was him. It was Sirius Black. Hermione felt her body turn hot and then cold and then hot again, very hot. He looked slightly different than she remembered, having a vivid memory of the young man who was five years her senior in Hogwarts. She’d been a child the last time they’d seen one another.

He met eyes with her and smiled, in a way that told her he didn’t recognize her, the way you would smile to a stranger. Her heightened emotions instantly took a downfall. What’s worse was that he was making his way to them.

“Good to meet you,” he said, holding out his hand. “How about a spot front and center?”

She glanced to Ian, who seemed more than pleased with the idea. Without waiting for even a second, Sirius guided her away from the vocalist and to where the audience stood. Ginny was there too, and by the looks of it she hadn’t realized Sirius Black was in their presence.

“How’d it go?” she asked Hermione.

“Fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Just fine,” repeated the brunette, losing her train of thought as the music started.

The band, whatever they were called, wasn’t band at all. They were good, very good and sounded similar to one of her favourite Muggle bands – Kings of Leon. All the girls in the audience began to scream and cheer and yell profane things, but the lyrics overtook them in a matter of moments. Ian had a beautiful voice. It reminded her of Jeff Buckley’s soft, sensual vocals. There was something light yet tragic about him but she couldn’t figure out what.

Though it didn’t matter, because the longer Hermione watched and listened, the more she realized Ian was staring directly at her and nowhere else. It was as though he was singing…to her. Ginny seemed to notice as well, because she gave Hermione a soft elbow to the side a few times, nudging her closer to the stage.

It was so surreal. The last time she had gotten this much attention from someone other than Ron was in her fourth year, during the Yule Ball, courtesy of Viktor Krum.

She felt her chest tighten and then release, but for some reason, even though his voice was amazing and the lyrics were just right, Hermione couldn’t quite focus on him. For a split second, just a split second, she glanced away from the stage and to the side, where she just knew he would be. Not Ian. Sirius.

He was looking at her, but this time he wasn’t smiling. His eyes were deep with thought, and as though he read her mind, Sirius gave her a swift, subtle, barely noticeable wink that told her everything she needed to know.

He definitely recognized her.

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