Okay, sorry I've been away for so long, here is a little snidbit for you to read, I am working when I have spare time on my stories, I've got quite a few to juggle. If you are lucky, I will have the next chapter up in the next week or so. Thank you for sticking with this story for so long, I truly adore it. Sorry for the long absence.

~Cullenistic Attitude


Hermione Granger awoke the next morning to sunlight filtering through a space between the thick curtains of the room she was in at number 12 Grimmauld place. She did not immediately realize that there was something missing in this commonplace room. The space next to her was empty. She felt the indention of the previous occupant's head on the pillow; the place on the mattress was still warm. She sat up slightly confused and looked around the room. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror adjacent from her bed. Ugh, she thought, my hair is a haystack. Still slightly confused she flipped the coverlet of the bed down and swung her legs off and shivered at the chilled wooden floor against her bare feet. She padded over to her trunk and retrieved a pair of pants and a jumper. After putting on a pair of socks and brushing her mad hair out, she left the room in search of the other house occupants.

Meanwhile, Harry Potter and his godfather Sirius Black sat serenely in the small kitchen of Sirius's London home. The house elf Kreacher was sullenly stalking to and fro from his cubbyhole, muttering curses here and there. Harry was eating some toast and jam and reading the headlines of this morning's Prophet. His glasses were slightly crooked on his face as he sipped coffee from a chipped mug. Sirius was reading a rather thick novel and absentmindedly stirring his coffee with the tip of his wand. He hummed a tuneless song under his breath as he flipped page to page. The two of them looked up and smiled as Hermione entered the room, her mask of confusion melted away as her eyes connected with Harry's.

"Good morning" She said lightly, nodding to Sirius and kissing Harry's forehead. Sirius smiled at the easy affection of the two. He stood up and walked to the stove, retrieving a plate and chipped coffee mug.

"Good morning Hermione. Sleep alright?" He asked casually as she seated herself next to Harry and looked over his shoulder at the Prophet headlines.

"Oh yes. Thank you so much again Sirius, this means so much to me." She said gratefully. Her stomach made a small gurgle and she blushed.

"Care for any toast? Tea? Coffee?" Sirius offered. Hermione accepted the toast and tea. Sirius charmed the food towards Hermione and Harry scooted the jam and knife towards her, kissing her lips as she thanked him.

"How are you feeling this morning Hermione?" Harry asked nonchalantly.

"I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me, I'm not going to smash into a thousand pieces, really." She said as she smeared an ample amount of jam onto her toast and took a bite.

They ate the rest of their meals in silence and then Sirius took the empty dishes and put them in the sink. Muttering, "I hope Kreacher gets around to washing those, that useless old nag" He exited the kitchen and headed up the stairs, no doubt to feed Buckbeak. Harry turned to Hermione and she smiled. He admired her beautiful face, her brown messy hair, and stunning brown eyes. She cocked her head to the side and wondered why he was staring at her so intensely. Harry pulled himself from his daydreams and stood up.

"Would you like to join me in the library Hermione?" He asked. It was as if he had said the magic words, for when it came to Hermione, a book could soothe the savage soul.

Like I said, very short. It was a nice place to stop. I promise the next chapter will be longer and the story shall get rolling.

My regards,