A/N: This is my entry for the Twin Exchange July monthly challenge. We did a prompt swap. My prompts were from an amazing writer called Remuslives. The prompts were Sirius/Hermione and five dates. I hope she likes it! It was way fun to write.

Full warning, this hasn't been looked at by my beta. I'm sorry for any mistakes!

oOo

"Bored!"

Hermione ignored the exclamation from the man slumped in a chair across the room. He had flopped there about ten minutes prior and commenced to yell out 'bored!' at regular intervals. She being the only other person in the house right now made her the target on which to inflict his ennui. It was hard enough to keep her mind off the extremely attractive man without him drawing her last once of concentration every couple minutes. Oh great, now he was getting up and walking over. How does one go about sitting and not look directly at the hands going in the pockets of somebody walking toward them then surreptitiously, albeit unintentionally, zone in one the bulge in the front of said persons slacks? She tried, she really did, but Sirius Black was made by the gods to perv on. So what if she used his face as 'special time' material now and then, he would be flattered if he knew, for sure. And then he would be unbearable. Oh Lord, was he talking?

"I'm working Sirius."

"Yes love, and you're very important but I need a playmate."

"That was either a very childish statement or a very inappropriate one."

"Which would you prefer?" He smirked at her devilishly and leaned on the desk.

"I wish I hadn't heard it at all because I'm busy."

Lie. Talk dirty to me Sirius Black.

"Go to dinner with me. Surely you get a break for dinner. I'm sure the boss won't mind, seeing as she's you."

"No."

"You know, all work and no play makes Hermione a dull girl."

"I wouldn't want to tarnish my reputation there."

"Come on Hermione, just dinner."

"Why me?" Not that she would ever turn down an invitation from him, but best not to look too eager. "I would think you have loads of women lined up, ready to maim each other for the pleasure of your company."

"Oh, there are. I just don't feel like entertaining right now."

"Well thanks. Good to know I'm a good seat warmer. I'll have to decline though."

"There's no doubt that you're an attractive, witty woman Hermione. I just meant that I'm not going to be working my way in to your knickers by the end of the meal. Though if you offer I wouldn't turn you down love."

Hermione blushed lightly and looked away. She knew he was joking but she couldn't help but love the flirting.

"You're incorrigible."

"There are worse vices." He shrugged. "So are you going to go with me? I could really use the time out of the house and you could use the break. You're starting to get all squinty. You only get squinty when you start getting a headache."

Hermione looked down at her work all laid out on the desk she had declared hers when she moved in to Grimmauld Place with Sirius and Harry. She ran her consulting business out of the library and was really the most use the room had seen in ages. By the look of her handwriting and the smudges on her fingers it was time for a break and possibly a cuppa.

"Alright. Let me go grab my bag from my room, I'll be right back."

Hermione returned with her bag, hands washed and a different pair of shoes on. Sirius led her outside to the apparation point near the house and popped them to a posh restaurant in the newly rebuilt Diagon Alley. Inside the host greeted Sirius by name and led them to a secluded table behind some plants on the outside wall of the restaurant.

"Come here often? The host seemed to know you and just where you would want to sit."

"Yes. I've taken dates here before. They basically keep this table open for me."

"Oh the life of a rich playboy."

"I know. Somehow I endure."

Hermione laughed softly and looked at the menu. She ignored the prices after seeing the first. Sirius was paying and was always telling everyone that he had more money than even he could spend in his lifetime. He even hired Draco Malfoy as a financial advisor. It started as a hand of truce between family, but the boy also had a knack for turning knuts to galleons overnight.

Food was ordered, Sirius ordering for Hermione in a very gentlemanly way seeing as she just couldn't decide. Small talk was made, food eaten and tea ordered.

"This was lovely Sirius. Thank you for getting me out of the house. Sometimes I forget that I can't just live in the library."

"Not that I don't love you hermiting around the house as much as myself. I like having another warm body in the house. It makes me feel less lonely."

"Lonely? Is that not counting the parade of women I see on a regular basis?"

"You know what that is and it's still lonely."

Sirius looked down at his tea cup and fiddled with his spoon in a nonchalant manner. His posture may have seemed relaxed but his face was tight. Anything besides humor and a cocky smile didn't often escape Sirius walls.

"So, I know this isn't a date but are you still going to walk me to my door?" Hermione questioned, changing the subject.

"I think it will be the first time I'm going inside and not landing in bed. Come to think of it, I'll also not be drunk enough not to remember your face."

"All sorts of new experiences today."

"Yes I know." Sirius shivered dramatically. "It's awful."

Hermione laughed with him as they walked out and went home. At the door Hermione stopped before they entered and turned back to Sirius. She had been building up her courage since they finished their meal and was going to use it now. She leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek and smiled up at him.

"Thank you for a wonderful time Sirius."

Not looking back she entered the house and went straight to her room. She heard him come up some time later. His steps slowed, then stopped in front of her door. Hermione held her breath, waiting for whatever his reaction may be. A moment later he moved again and she heard his door close too.

Hermione fell back on her bed, sighed and smiled.