Sirius blamed James, it was all his bloody fault. Two days ago James had burst into the dorms, basket in hand and cloak over his arm. He'd told his tale of his 'midnight triste'(Thank you, moony!) with Granger, the awkward swot from Slytherin. He'd spent the rest of the time staring at the can in the basket, James hadn't offered to share with them or let them try out what the two of them had done in the kitchen. He wondered why, this was the type of thing James would have forced them to try at any other time but at this moment, he hadn't offered, in fact the boy had purposefully ignored it's presence as he passed out the treats. He watched as his friend leaned back against his head board and tilted his head, spraying the whip cream into his mouth and grinning dumbly, his cheeks puffed and mouth pressed tight.

'Idiot.' He snarked in his head before pulling his curtain, turning out the lights and leaning back, arms under his head and he thought about what had just happened. Was something shifting in his best mate?

Now though, he sat in potions, staring at Granger. She had to know he was because that was the only reason she could have for doing that with her wand as she took notes in class. She couldn't be that oblivious right? She had to know how big of an innuendo that whip cream trick was and James was a big virgin dummy and had no freaking clue but Granger was smart and tiny though she may be, she wasn't so innocent. He'd seen her sneaking around, but oddly had kept those moments to himself, not even telling James. He told himself it was because he didn't want to come off as creepy but the way his gut churned when he thought it, made it hard to believe.

It had started even before class had begun. Granger had sat, staring off into space, leaning her head on a fist, her curls bunching comically as she dangled her wand in her free hand. She often looked bored in class and given her track record of perfection he could understand why. Today she had a dreamy smile on her face and she was humming softly, her feet swinging, hitting lightly against the legs of her stool. She looked cute, the most girlish he'd ever seen her. Then she'd swung her wand and caught the very end between her teeth, chewing on it lightly. He raised a brow at her careless action before but then he'd noticed how her lips were parted softly and she spun the wand in her fingers, keeping it tight between her front teeth. He darted his eyes away and caught sight Snape sitting next to her, the other boy was just as riveted by the girls mouth as he had been. Though the Slytherin boy looked slightly strangled and distressed. 'Poor old, snivellous, forever the virgin.' He snickered and glanced back at Granger, her wand tapping against her temple as she leaned on her hand. His eyes fell back to her mouth, her tongue peeking out between her teeth. Why did he think her teeth were cute? Can teeth even be cute? Was he going insane? This was all James' bloody fault. Bastard.

He heard Snape clear his throat and the girl jumped, his eyes refocusing to watch them both. Snape was scowling at the girl and she merely smiled at him, her face soft with affection. It turned his stomach thinking anyone could look at Snape that way, it definitely wasn't jealousy. Not at all, Sirius Black didn't get jealous.

"Hermione, your wand is not a chew toy." Snivellous snarked at the girl.

Granger merely grinned and shrugged, turning back to the front and proceeding to nibble on her wand again. Son of a bitch, he was so going to fail potions this year.