Alright… so I had this stupid chapter written… for more than four months I think… and yet here it is. Now. Sorry about the delay… sort of got out of the whole fanfiction thing… probably totally out of it. Then I met this guy who just confused the hell out of me… made me think he liked me. And now I like him. And yadayada yada don't know what to do… he lives in my dorm and he's in the same class. Anyhow so b/c of him… this story is up… because it's the complete opposite of what's happening in my love life. Huh.So here it is. Sorry again. Hope u like it… disclaimer... i don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters involved in this story

Hermione's POV

Her heart was beating faster with every step she took towards the altar. Why couldn't her legs stop moving? Before she knew it, she was standing by Harry's side.

"Hermione," Harry said, kissing her forehead. Glancing at the priest in a dazed manner, she contemplated the meaning of Sirius walking away. Why? If he loved her, wouldn't he have answered her?

The ceremony continued for another few minutes and she still could not find the courage to speak up. She had to. She needed to do it. She wanted to do it. Turning her head, she looked at the huge crowd of people at her wedding. 'Eesh. This is going to be very embarrassing.'

"Harry," the priest said, "Do you take Hermione to be your wife…" She looked at the priest, noticing his mouth moving but she could not hear the words. It felt as if she was in a horrible slow motion movie, without sound and movement, except for the priest's lips.

"I do," Harry said, smiling at her. Little did he know, his smile was causing her more pain than ever.

"Hermione…," the priest continued. All the guests observed her eagerly, waiting for her response.

"I…," she murmured, gazing at Harry horrendously, "I can't."

Yet her answer went unheard by everyone when the church's doors abruptly exploded into tiny fragments of wood.

Hermione's jaw dropped at the sight of Lucius Malfoy striding through the entranceway. Immediately, Harry leaped in front of Hermione with his wand in hand.

"Hermione's mine!!" Lucius yelled, maniacally. By the way he was walking (if it could be called walking), there was not a doubt in anybody's mind that he had more than a few drinks. In his left hand, he proudly clutched a bottle which was nearly empty.

Some wizards and witches reached into their pockets for their wands.

"This is too funny," Hermione said, laughing.

"HERMIONE," Lucius screamed pathetically, running to another woman… who happened to be Veronique.

"Forgive me," he said, "Give me a second chance."

"He thinks that she is me?! That's got to be the insult of the day," Hermione said, amused.

"GET OFF ME!" Veronique cried out, striking him pathetically with her Gucci purse.

"I'll go help her," Harry said, angrily, "No one, especially a Malfoy, interrupts my wedding and gets away with it."

Harry left her standing at the altar. Meanwhile all the guests gathered around Veronique and Lucius to get a better view.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," she whispered before running through the church's side door. When she found herself in the gardens, she glanced around, wondering where to go first.

"Hermione," Remus called her, running down the steps behind her.

"Shit," Hermione cursed, turning around, "Where's Sirius."

"He's in Egypt."

"Bull shit… he's here, where?" Hermione said, tensely.

"He headed towards the car park,' Remus exclaimed.

She nodded, lifting up some of her skirts and pulling a paper, "Give this to Harry. Along with this…" Giving the ring to Remus, she looked at it in his hands for a second time. Nodding her head, she knew she was doing the right thing.

"Tell him I'm truly sorry. It's better than living a lie," Hermione said, kicking off her stilettos and grabbing them in her hands. She began running towards the car park, not caring about the blisters on her feet or the stones that were rubbing against her feet. When she began approaching the area, she saw Sirius leaning against a car with his eyes closed. "Sirius."

His eyes fluttered open with the sound of her voice.

"'Mione," he murmured, studying her reddened feet with cuts which were nearly bleeding, "Are you nuts?"

Looking up at him, she grinned, "That's the first time you've called me 'Mione since you returned."

He gave her an odd expression and observed the church. "Shouldn't you be at the wedding?"

"I could say the same for you," Hermione said, sitting on the car beside him. She lifted her feet and laid them on the car's bumper.

"Wasn't feeling too well," he said sharply.

"Right… sick enough to not tell the difference between Egypt and where we are now?"

"I felt sick here," Sirius explained, his eyes squinted against the light of the sun.

"Didn't know my kisses had such a bad effect," Hermione whispered to him, after inching closer to him.

He looked down at the ground, kicking a bunch of dirt. "I shouldn't have done it. It was a stupid mistake."

"Oh fuck you Sirius," Hermione said, aggravated.

"Forgive me, 'Mione. It should not have happened. You're my godchild's fiancé for crying out loud. You deserve the world."

"Look me in the eye and tell me that it was a fucking mistake," Hermione screamed at him, jumping off the car to face him, "Harry doesn't bloody look like you, kiss like you, smell like you, talk like you."

Each word she said pierced his heart and exposed his vulnerability.

"Damn you Sirius!" Hermione cried out, "I'm standing out here with you, not Harry."

Sirius looked back at her with a blank expression.

"I love you, Sirius Black," she said, in a softer voice.

His facial expression remained unchanged.

A solitary tear rolled down her cheek. "Say something."

His lips did not move. He simply turned his head away from her.

"I can't wait forever," she murmured, turning around and beginning to walk back to the church.

Her hand was roughly pulled back as she was whipped around and kissed on the lips. The stilettos fell to her feet as her hands wrapped around his neck. She put her feet on his shoes, allowing her to gain some height.

She couldn't breathe.

She didn't care.

Life had never smelled so good. Nothing had ever tasted so good as this moment or the warmth of his lips. Or the way his hands were rested on her back.

He picked her up and laid her on the nose of the car, still kissing her furiously. His hands dropped to her feet, letting his two hands caress them.

Their lips parted for the first time.

"'Mione," he breathed in her ear, sending chills down her back.

"'Mione," he whispered again, outlining her ear with his tongue.

He moved down her neck, kissing her, "'Mione." She arched her neck backwards. Finally, he lifted his head, gently laying his nose against hers. "'Mione," he said, a little louder, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Sirius," she murmured back, kissing him on the lips.

"Are you sure about this," Sirius asked, gravely.

"You need another demonstration?!" Hermione said, perplexed.

"I love your demonstrations," Sirius said, kissing her. He gently bit on her lower lip, "Teach me."

"Later," Hermione said, getting to her knees to pick up her shoes.

"Right," Sirius said, disappointed, "We need to leave."

"Harry doesn't know I've left," Hermione said, walking further into the parking lot. "It's a long story."

"Brilliant," Sirius said, sarcastically. "So you plan to break into a car."

"Exactly," she said, "Not me, you."

"Me?" Sirius said, glancing at her questionably.

"Thought you were the guru of breaking rules," Hermione said, giving him a puppy face.

"Fine, fine," Sirius said. Both of them stopped walking when they ran into Snape, who was standing near a black Mustang convertible.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Snape sneered, observing them both.

"Don't have time for you, Snivellus," Sirius hissed, beginning to walk off. He looked behind him and found Hermione still standing with Snape.

"Is that your car?" Hermione asked Snape timidly.

"'Mione, leave him," Sirius said, walking back.

"None of your business," Snape said, angrily.

"Really, I'm sure everyone would love to know why you're standing here at my wedding," Hermione said, in a soothing voice.

"Yes, actually I would like to know also," Sirius said, eyeing Severus in interest, "Could it be that Severus still has a thing for Hermione."

Severus' face reddened, aiming his wand at Sirius who already had his wand in place.

"Now, boys," Hermione said, slipping between them. She was so close that she could feel their breath on her.

"Severus," Hermione said, using those nice flirting charms. She laid her hand on his chest, "Is that your car?"

"Yes," Severus said, quietly, "Why?"

"We need transportation," Hermione said, softly.

"We?"Severus repeated, looking from Sirius to Hermione.

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Yes, us. I'm being the perfect gentleman and running off with someone else's fiancé."

"Never thought I'd see the day," Severus said sarcastically.

"Com'on, he's wasting our time," Sirius barked.

"Unless you want to ride Lucius' sophisticated way of transportation," Severus remarked, pointing towards an old rusty bike standing by itself in the parking lot.

"WHAT?!" Sirius said, observing Hermione, "He's here too?! You invited him?"

"No, he invited himself," Hermione said, giggling.

"Seems Lucius thought muggles were backwards in technology… thought he'd bring that blasted machine to save the wedding," Severus snickered.

"Save the wedding?" Sirius said, glancing at Hermione. "That stupid bastard…"

"You owe him more than you think," Hermione said, "So, can we have the car?"

"Why should I? Won't get anything…" Severus said, heatedly.

Hermione grabbed Severus' head and kissed him. "Keys," she said, pulling back from him.

"WHAT!!!!!!!!" Sirius screamed. If Harry was looking for them, he surely knew where they were now. "YOU KISSED HIM?!"

Severus dropped the keys in Hermione's hands. "Thanks," Hermione muttered, getting in the car.

"I'm driving, your feet are in terrible condition," Sirius said, trying to calm himself down.

Hemrione groaned, "Other way around." They both switched places in the car.

"Do you even know how to drive?" Hermione asked Sirius, watching him start the car.

"That's the point," Sirius said, hitting on the gas and nearly slamming into Severus. "BYE SNIVVY!"

"You almost killed him!" Hermione said, looking at Sirius outrageously.

Sirius gave her the most adorable grin, "Almost. Not good enough for me."

"Can you please slow down," Hermione shrieked, holding to the car's door.

Sirius slightly released his foot from the accelerator. "So tell me about Lucius…"

Hermione told him every single detail about Lucius' adventure at the wedding. Sirius laughed, taking one hand off the wheel to wipe his hair away from his eyes. "For some odd reason, I think Ginny had something to do with it," Hermione told him, becoming very quiet.

She looked to her left at the trees they were passing. After a few minutes of silence, she felt Sirius' hand behind her neck. He looked at her sympathetically.

"Are you alright?" Sirius said, concerned.

"Never been better," she answered, knowing it was an understatement. Soon she would have to face Harry and it was going to be an all or nothing situation. He will either never want to see her face again, as she would expect. Even if he forgave her, their friendship would never be the same. "I'm just tired," she said, yawning and sinking back into her seat.

"I'm here if you need to talk… I know I'm probably not the best person in this situation, but-," Sirius said, massaging her neck.

Hermione nodded, she took his hand and kissed it to reassure him. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep.

Sirius' POV

"Hermione," he said calmly, brushing the curls away from her cheek. He sighed, knowing how long he had waited to do it.

She groaned, putting her head aside.

"'Mione," he said, finally waking her up. She grudgingly stood up and walked away from the car. She strained her eyes to look at the house in front of her.

"Where are we?" she asked, massaging her feet.

"The place I bought when I was younger," Sirius said, picking her up in his arms.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked.

"You can't walk," he said, winking at her. He struggled to insert the key into the door and finally kicked the door open.

He seated her on the kitchen counter and took off his jacket.

"Impressive," Hermione commented, looking around, "You still haven't told me about Veronique."

"Her," Sirius said, shaking his disgustingly, "Out of all the women I've dated…"

"And there are many," Hermione added.

"Yes-," Sirius continued, "She's the biggest mistake of them all."

"Worse than Miriam," Hermione asked curiously.

"Worse," Sirius confirmed, "Remus told me she came to the wedding."

"Yup," Hermione said, "She really doesn't like me."

Sirius nodded in agreement, "Didn't like it when I broke up with her. Blamed it on you, in fact." Sirius kissed Hermione, his hands burying themselves underneath her skirt.

"Sirius," Hermione moaned, as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kisses continued until he reached his room. Flopping her gently on the bed, he looked at her when her hand went up to his face.

"I can't," Hermione said. Sirius's face dropped and he rolled over to the side of the bed where he sat looking outside at the rocky cliffs overlooking the ocean.

Hermione moved near him worriedly. "It's not that I don't want to," she said, taking his hand in hers. "I don't think it's right… if I haven't spoken to Harry yet. I would feel more at ease if I did."

"And what if he's not alright with it, Mione?" Sirius said, standing up in a rage. "Because he won't be!" He gazed at Hermione, her face stared back at him painfully. She quickly looked away. He knew that Harry and Hermione were close, closer for a longer time than he had ever been with her. The fact that she had left her wedding for him, told him enough.

Kneeling down in front of her, he took her hands together. "I'll wait." She smiled at him, and slumped down the bed to lie next to him.

A week later

Hermione's POV

Hermione watched her house from a distance. Her fingers fidgeted around her robes as she took a glimpse at the door every few minutes. Sirius had wanted to come with her for support but she had said that it would be better if he didn't.

She had to do this alone.

She had dreaded this hour for the past week and it had come too soon. Inhaling deeply, she stepped out of the car and walked to the bottom of the house's stairs. From the windows, she could see Harry hurrying around the house. Scurrying up the stairs she paused before knocking on the door.

'You can do this,' Hermione kept repeating to herself.

Hearing the door unlocking, she looked behind her knowing that it was too late to turn back.

Harry's face changed incredibly when he recognized his ex-fiancé and best friend. They looked at each other for a few minutes painfully before Harry signaled her to come in. He walked into the living room, which was covered with boxes.

"You're moving," Hermione said, quietly.

"Well, it's not my house, is it?" Harry said rudely, taping a box and dropping it near he others.

"Harry," Hermione pleaded.

"'Mione," he said, looking at her and correcting himself, "Hermione. Are you happy with Sirius?"

She gazed at him, "Yes."

Harry sat down at the couch painfully, "I loved you, Hermione. Thought I really had you… and then he came back…"

"Harry, you did have me," Hermione said, joining him at the couch, "I think you deserve better."

"I wanted you, Hermione. No one else," he said, firmly, "You were better than everyone."

"No, I'm not," she said, calmly, "Harry, I could never love you as much as you would like or deserve. I tried Harry, but it didn't work."

Harry looked at his arms in silence while tears rolled down her cheeks. He wrapped his arm around her, "I love you. But if you're happy with Sirius… I'll live."

He took a good look at her face, "I've never seen you look so good. Remus told me that you've been sleeping a lot lately."

Hermione nodded.

"Ah," Harry laughed, "Was sort of hoping that Sirius would have to deal with your crabby behavior in the mornings."

Hermione looked at him in awe and slapped him playfully on the back. They talked for another few minutes until Hermione had to leave. Harry came out of his room with a box, "I was supposed to give this to you at the wedding," Harry said. She opened the box and found a phoenix which had just been born.

"Where did you get this from?" Hermione asked Harry in delight.

"Ah … took some time off work when Sirius was here to buy it," Harry said, "He has the same fire in his eyes like you do."

Hermione smiled at Harry and hugged him. "So any chance we can go out some time?"

Harry ran his fingers through his hair, "Mione, I don't think I'm ready-"

"I understand," Hermione said, taking a deep breath, "See you around, I guess." She walked down the stairs to her car.

"'Mione," Harry screamed out, "Doesn't mean I don't want you to keep in touch."

Hermione nodded and waved for a final time to Harry.

Hermione entered Sirius' room and found him so engrossed in the Daily Prophet that he didn't realize that Hermione had entered the room. Sneaking up to the edge of the bed, she laid her hands on his legs.

He lowered his paper. "How did it go?"

She moved her hands up his legs, "Excellent."

"Can see by the way you're smiling," Sirius said, coking his head to the left.

"I'm also smiling for another reason," she murmured sheepishly, coiling her legs around his waist.

He threw down the paper on the side of the bed. "Please explain… after being locked up in Azkaban-"

Hermione closed her lips on him while slowly moving her hands underneath his shirt.

"After waiting soooooooo many years," Sirius exaggerated, as Hermione pulled off his shirt to reveal all the marks from Azkaban. A look of pain flashed across Sirius' eyes.

Hermione ran her hands over the marks and settled on the one that caused him the most pain when she touched.

She lowered her lips on the mark on his shoulder and kissed it, causing Sirius to gasp in both pain and pleasure, "'Mione."

"Well let's see if Sirius Black can live up to those rumors," she muttered, moving her lips down his chest in a teasing kind of way.

"Which rumors," Sirius said mischievously, catching Hermione by surprise and rotating her body in such a way that she was positioned over her body.

"You tell me," Hermione said, winking at him.

Sirius grinned at her devilishly as he pulled her up against his body and managed to pull her shirt off her as if it was second nature to him. Hi hands began working up the side of her skirt, "Now, now, wouldn't you rather experience it for yourself?"

Hermione woke up the next morning on the left side of the bed and wrapped her fingers in her curly hair. There was a sudden cool draft in the room. She pulled the white sheets to her body as she looked behind her.

Sirius's perfect golden body, only marred by the marks from Azkaban. In her opinion, they only added to his sexiness… hmmm.

She turned her head and grinned at her evil thoughts. She felt his hands brushing across the curves of her body. Turning around she eyes him seductively. He moved over to her in the bed until the sheet was not separating them. Warmth spread all over her body at the feel of his body against hers.

"You're beautiful," he said, opening his dark eyes to place a kiss on her shoulder. "A few years back I would never had thought in my wildest dreams that I'd be with a goddess like you after living with Dementors."

"Sirius," Hermione declared, in a bright voice, "The poet. Since when are you Shakespeare?"

"Who?" Sirius asked, looking at her oddly, "What are you thinking about, love?" His arms tightly wrapped around her body.

"Who would have thought," Hermione said silently, kissing him.

"What?" he asked, playing with her hair.

"That I would fall for a prisoner from Azkaban," she said, laughing, and laying her head on his chest. She moved up his body to kiss him.

"Didn't know my royal title could turn people on," Sirius said grinning at the ceiling.

"You have no idea," Hermione laughed.

Hope you liked it!! Thanks to Kitty for beta reading…. And thanks to you guys for being such wonderful readers!! You're the ones who made me post it up!!... besides that jerk/friend/lovehim guy who lives 2 floors down who has my cal copybook…. Huh

Perhaps I shall start a Tom Riddle/Hermione fic… if I have time b/w engineering, guys, life… huh…job… crap… let's see… till next time… THANKS FOR READING!!