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Hollywood Tonight	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3940 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione’s friends giving her a ‘small’ advice…

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Chapter 3:

“So, where did you vanish last night?” asked Kate as she sipped her morning coffee. The four friends were sitting in the same café as Hermione and Remus had been sitting and chatting the night before. Now she sat with her friends in the morning, their usual way for breakfast, and now they were investigating where Hermione had gone the previous night.

“I saw one of my…friends, and we just came here and talked. That’s it.” Hermione answered truthfully.

“Just talked?” asked Emma.

“Yes, just talked.”

“hm...” said Emma, and sipped her coffee.

“What ‘hm’? Don’t give me an ‘hm’. He was my professor when I was at school,” Hermione said to Emma and cut her pancake, chewing it and waving her fork in the air and talking. “And he’s old.”

“Where did you meet him?” asked Kate.

“I lap danced him.”

At that moment Sofa spilled out her coffee all over the table and then spluttered out, “You gave a lap dance to your professor?”

“Yes,” Hermione answered calmly. Sofa was acting…odd.

“And you didn’t do anything to him after that?” she exclaimed loudly.

Ah now Hermione understood why she was like that. Whenever Hermione performed in private, if she wanted to, she would give them a hand-job or something and now when her friends knew she hadn’t helped the poor guy they were shocked.

“No I didn’t do anything to him, because he was my professor.”

Emma mumbled something saying something that suspiciously sounded like ‘well, he was your professor.’

“Emma!” Hermione cried out in a shock. “How can you even consider that thought? It’s…it’s…”

“Hot,” said Kate, and the other two grinned at her.

“Wh-What?” spluttered Hermione.

“I said, it’s hot,” Kate answered simply and ate her eggs.

Hermione looked at her friends in a shock. They looked so innocently sweet and cute, that Hermione narrowed her eyes at them thinking that there was something going on here and they weren’t telling her.

“Ok, spill,” she said and waited for them to talk.

It was Emma, no surprise there that talked first. “We think,” Kate kicked her shin and she hissed at her; her Russian accent thickening from the pain of her leg. “Fine. I think that you didn’t have a descent shag like from the day all the shit happened to you.”

“Yes, and it’s starting to boil inside you, all the stress and hormones and all that. You need to shag,” as if an afterthought Sofa added, “and quick.” Kate only nodded her head in agreement.

“Are you out of your minds? All the three of you? I can’t go and have sex with my ex-professor.”

“But he was a looker.” Emma said simply.

“How do you know what he looked like?”

“Because, I was performing when he and his handsome friend came in,” said Emma and sipped her tea.

“Maybe it was the guy that you gave a mouth, Kate,” said Sofa and threw her head back in a tired way.

“Did he tell you what his name is?” asked Hermione now rounding on Kate.

“He was serious,” said Kate thoughtfully.

“It’s not serious, it’s Sirius,” corrected Hermione automatically and clapped a hand to her mouth, eyes wide in shock. There was a crashing sound and Sofa emerged from under the table.

“Sorry,” she mumbled and looked at Hermione as if she did something to her to fall off the chair.

“You know his friend too? Nice,” said Emma as she helped Sofa to get everything right in order.

“I…oh guys, I hate you all,” she groaned, not meaning it. She sighed and said, “I knew both of them when I was only 13. He was my professor and Sirius was his best friend from school and he is an ex-convict. I helped Sirius escape from the law, and then some time later he got a trial and he was innocent, well from the start he was innocent, me and one of my best friends helped him for his trail and well, he is a free man. Anyways, and him,” Hermione sighed again, “well, he have some…problems, and Sirius was always there for him, sometime I was there for him, helping him out with his…stuff.”

“And you can’t tell us about his problem, because…?” Sofa trailed off and quirked up an eyebrow.

Kate answered instead of Hermione. “Because, it is one of her ‘secrets’ that we shouldn’t know about, let her breath, guys.” She turned towards Hermione and asked, “Now, tell me about Sirius. He was, he is, roguishly handsome and well he was really nice to me, and, you know, that I don’t get any more of that kind of hot and handsome guys these days.”

Hermione looked at her sympathetically, and then sighed, again. “Well, I don’t know what to say, he is someone that you have to know, by yourself. I can’t just sit and tell you about him, because I don’t even know him properly.”

“Well, tell us about your professor. What’s his name, anyway?” asked Emma and Sofa thumped her head on the table, it was as normal for them, as the weather changing outside.

“His name is Remus, and when I say he is old, I mean that he is really, really old.”

“How old?” came Sofa’s muffled question.

“Between me and him it’s 19 years difference.”

There was a collective ‘hmm’ from the three of them. Hermione sat and waited for some sort of a reaction from them, but none came. She was so used to her friends telling her this and that, but this kind of reactions unnerved her. It was like they were plotting something, or she was just paranoid about that.

“Well, I have to go, yoga and all, we’ll see you tonight. You work, right?” asked Emma, as she pulled on her coat, Sofa with a grunt followed suit. She was tired and she wanted to sleep.

“Yes, we’ll meet with you at the club tonight,” said Hermione, taking a bite from her pancake. Kate only nodded her mouth full of her eggs.

“Ok then,” Emma and Sofa bade them goodbye and walked out of the café.

“Now, it’s just the two of us,” said Kate and smiled at Hermione.

She liked this woman; she could be so understanding sometimes, that she reminded her of her mother. Hermione swallowed hard and smiled at her. “How is Catherine?”

“She’s good, at mums’,” she smiled at Hermione. “Sometimes I get tired of her and send her there.”

“She’s a beauty,” said Hermione and sipped her coffee.

“Yeah, she is…” murmured Kate and her lifeless eyes drifted off. She shook her head and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. “I love her; don’t get me wrong, but sometimes when I look at her…she’s so like her dad, in some ways that I can’t describe. But then again, she’s mine, my precious little girl, I would die for her.” Hermione understood her only too well.

The café’s door tingled and in walked two men; one of them roguishly handsome with playful blue eyes, the other man a bit geeky, with haunted and confused green eyes. The two men that walked had some kind of magic into them that grabbed everyone’s attention, even some men turned around to watch them, as they walked in and started to find a comfortable place to sit and have a tea or something. That’s when they spotted the bushy haired and a black haired women sitting together and chatting their morning’s away. The handsome man turned to his friend and pointed to the women, his geeky friend gave a small nod with a sigh. The both of them walked towards the women, and the handsome one couldn’t help but say, loudly. “If it isn’t the beautiful and famous; Hermione Granger.”

Hermione froze in a mid-talk, she knew that voice; with a small smile she turned around and saw Sirius and Remus standing right behind her. With a squeal of delight she stood up and hugged Sirius close to her, the man returned the hug with a bark-like laughter.

“Oh, Sirius, I’ve missed you!” and she really did miss this man. She pulled back and grabbed his face in her hands looking at his face. “You haven’t changed a bit,” she commented. “Not a single white hair, which is good.”

Sirius, with a small grin on his face, did the same to Hermione, grabbing her face in his hands looking at her. “Well, can’t tell the same about you Granger. You’ve changed, what you did to yourself, I mean,” he took a step back and looked at her body, his eye roaming around her, he whistled low and said “look at you. Nice body.” There was a slight clearing of throat and the both of them looked at Remus, who was a bit red in the face.

“Hey, Remus,” greeted Hermione and hugged him too. His arms tightened a bit on her waist, and Hermione liked the feeling. For the first time in years, Hermione blushed and pulled back. “Sorry, can’t make a compliment to you, after all we talked yesterday.”

Before Remus could reply, Sirius popped in, “Oh, I know all about your talk.” The way he said that word, the both of them turned bright red.

“Shut up,” Hermione mumbled, and then sighed, rubbing her forehead, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. “Uhm…do you want to join me and my friend here?” Hermione asked them and they just looked at each other shrugged and sat at the seat opposite the two women.

Sirius looked at Kate in the eye then looked at Hermione waiting for her to talk. Hermione looked at Sirius with a blank expression, then her lips formed an ‘o’ and she awkwardly cleared her throat. “Uhm…this is Kate, my best friend. Kate, this is Remus,” Kate’s lips quirked upright but she hid her smile into her cup. “And this is Sirius, you already know him.”

‘mhm’ came Kate’s reply and they fell into an awkward silence. The waitress came and took the men’s orders and after 15 minutes of silence, Sirius finally started talking.

“What have you been up to Hermione? I mean, the last time we saw you, you were the bookworm we all knew, but now…” he trailed off and whistled again.

“Well, I changed…” she answered simply and in a tone that meant that she wasn’t going to talk about this, even if the hell broke loss. And they started chatting about this and that, Kate would talk occasionally with Sirius and he would answer her questions in a way that even Hermione was starting to feel a bit…dizzy, from his roguish smile and quirkiness. She could feel Remus looking at her, but she only looked at Sirius. It was a bit disturbing, having Remus to look at her like that. A small naughty part of her was thrilled for the attention, a small part was a bit terrified (because him being her ex-professor) and another small part was grateful that her other two friends weren’t with her; she was sure they wouldn’t let the opportunity pass them to tease the hell out of her and Remus and manipulate their thoughts.

She turned her head hesitantly to the side and instantly her eyes locked with Remus’ green eyes. His eyes showed the life he had lived; they were haunted and they were full of sorrow. She saw sadness in them, loneliness, and something that seemed right in front of her, but she couldn’t really point it out. She didn’t like not knowing things she was interested in.

She could hear Kate and Sirius talk with each other; occasional giggles would erupt from Kate, because of Sirius’ good humor. But she didn’t give them a second thought; she was captivated by another interesting thing. Remus shifted a bit in his seat and Hermione’s eye snapped to the left side of his cheek. There was a new scar she had never seen before. Her brows furrowed a bit. She thought back a few days previously and now understood the new scarring. Full Moon. She was sure, that they came to her right after Remus recovered from his ‘exciting’ transformation. Her eyes moved from his cheek to his beautifully lined nose and back to his eyes. She didn’t know what captivated her most in his eyes, but she couldn’t help herself as she stared at him. Her eyes started to roam around his face once more; if you removed the scars from his face (no, she liked the scars), and gave him something descent to wear (she likes the way he dresses) he would look like an old model, who had an exciting childhood.

Remus’ childhood wasn’t exciting, as much as Hermione knew. He was a kid when Greyback turned him, and since then his life was all fucked up. But in school everything was different, he had his friends James and Sirius (Hermione would never think of Pettigrew as their friend) to be there for him when he would transform from a normal, caring and kind Remus into a monster. Hermione shook her head mentally and continued her Remus-watching game. She was sure that under all of those layers of clothing he had a nice, well-built body; she liked the way his neck would stretch when he would turn around and look at his surroundings, like he was doing now. Her eyes travelled up from his neck to his chin and then to his lips. There were the most captivating things, next to his eyes. He took a sip from his tea and then licked his lips a bit. Hermione inwardly shivered and then she was snapped back to reality when she realized that Kate asked her something and she didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.

“Uhm…I’m sorry, what?” she asked a bit confused.

“I said we have to go. We are going to be late for work if we won’t hurry now,” said Kate impatiently, as she adjusted her bag.

Hermione shook her head lightly, glanced at Remus who was rather interested in his coffee and stood up. Both men flew to their feet, and Hermione said. “It was nice meeting you guys, I hope we’ll meet again.” Kate started talking to Sirius again, arranging something; Hermione tugged at Kate’s arm and was finally going to start walking when she heard his voice call her name softly. She halted and looked back to Reamus’ face.

“Hermione, can you give me your cell-phone number, please? I have one of those too…uhm…I’d want to have your number, I mean if you’d want to give it to me, I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s fine, I’ll understand. I know how busy you are and all, but I’d want to talk to you about some stuff. And I tell you if-” but he was cut short when Hermione clapped a hand to his mouth.

Hermione mock-frowned at him and muttered, “And all of you thought I was the one who talked much,” she looked at Remus’ bright red face, and smiled a bit. “Ok, you can have my number,” Remus sighed in relief and gave her his cell, so she could write her number in it.

As they walked out of the café, finally, Hermione thought that her friends were right. She could have some fun with Remus, as long as it didn’t end up badly. She couldn’t handle another heartbreak…not yet.
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