A/N: Hello, chillins! Whats crackalackin?? Ok 'nuff small talk, let's get to the chapter!

My Unintended

Chapter 2

Give Me Your Heart and Your Soul

Hermione woke up and looked around her room. She knew she was at Grimmauld Place, but Ginny was not there. After showering quickly she made her way downstairs. Sirius was sprawled in a chair, (and unbeknownst to her he was dreaming about her). A mug of now cold hot chocolate sat on the table, half full. He looked so peaceful, not to mention cute, that she let him sleep for a while, deviously planning how to wake him up. One of those horn thingies sat on the table, she didn't even wanna know why. All the sudden she had a plan.

She would fill the horn with his cold hot chocolate, and when it blew it would spew hot chocolate on him, as well as making an annoying sound. After tiptoeing over and standing next to him, she pressed hard on the button.

"MERLIN!" he yelled, (accompanied by various curse words of your choice) falling back off his chair. Hermione sat there laughing at his pain and humiliation.

Eventually he gave in and found it quite funny. Especially since Hermione was just so darn cute when she laughed. Not that he'd ever admit it to her. Ever.

"Hermioneeeeeeeeeeee! I'm hungryyyyyy!" Sirius complained.

"Cook something!" she yelled. She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't cook worth crap.

"I can't cook!"

"Me either!" They just sat there for a while, looking at each other, until another bout of laughter erupted. "Ummm, maybe we could try to make something, and uhhh, if both of our badness comes together it would be like good, possibly."

"PANCAKES!" So it was decided. They would make pancakes. They rummaged through drawers and cabinets until they found some ancient recipe book. Hermione, being the reader she is, scanned the book and found Pancakes within a minute. The ingredients list was simple enough.

One and a half cups all-purpose flour

Three and a half teaspoons baking powder

One teaspoon salt

One tablespoon white sugar

One and a fourth cups milk

One egg

Three tablespoons butter, melted

Like I said, simple. He got the measuring items and she scouted out the ingredients.

"Sirius, what's the difference between white sugar and sugar?" Hermione inquired.

"I'm not sure," he answered.

"Oh well, I'll just use regular sugar, that can't make that big of a difference." She had soon lined everything up on the counter. Like a true leader, she put her hands on her hips and began ordering him about. "Hand me the one cup thingy and I'll do the flour. You do the baking powder." Sirius nodded, mock saluted, and picked up the tablespoon, and put three and a half into the bowl. "Now, I'll do salt, you do sugar." He handed her the tablespoon and she put one in. She handed him the teaspoon and he put some sugar in. When she turned back to face him, her elbow knocked into the bag of flower, and it flew across the room and exploded as it hit the wall, covering them in it. They laughed as they each put in the next ingredients. Sirius put three teaspoons of melted butter in while Hermione tried to crack an egg into a bowl to put into the mixture. She used too much pressure, though, and it collapsed in her hands, showering the countertop with little egg bits. That was quickly discarded and another attempt attempted. This time, she just dropped it in like that, thinking, what difference does a little shell make?

Sirius got the mixer out and Hermione placed into the large bowl. She put the mixer on low, and mixed it until it was (remotely) smooth. They both smiled at their handiwork.

"What does the rest say?" Sirius asked. Hermione dug out the recipe, pulled a flour-covered-egg-shell off it, and began reading.

"In a large bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar. Make a well in the center and pour in the milk, egg and melted butter; mix until smooth. Heat a lightly oiled griddle or frying pan over medium high heat. Pour or scoop the batter onto the griddle, using approximately 1/4 cup for each pancake. Brown on both sides and serve hot. Sounds simple enough, let's roll!" Sirius turned on the griddle and Hermione was ready with the batter. She carefully poured twelve pancakes on and waited until she was sure they were browned. They were black. Sirius put them on a plate and Hermione poured another 12 on, waiting only two minutes before flipping them. When she pulled them off, they were white and mushy. They added them to the pile, and she poured the last of the batter on. She waited a medium amount of time and took them off. They looked almost perfect. Key word, almost. Neither bothered to clean up as they were just so hungry. Just before they dug in, an owl flew into the kitchen, carrying a letter.

Dearest Sirius and Hermione "Ha! I'm first!" Sirius cried tauntingly. Hermione rolled her eyes, but secretly she thought it was cute. Secretly.

I hope you are enjoying a calm "Yeah right!" relaxing day. Ginny and I will be stopping by at three o clock pm.

Molly

It was almost eleven now. On the count of three, Hermione and Sirius tried their creation together. Both gagged and began coughing. If you asked Hermione what it tasted like, she would say, like a buttery, salty, crunchy mess. Sirius would say, crap. Pure crap. Regardless, it was bad. Sirius spit his across the room, and threw the rest of it along. This became sort of a game, seeing what he could hit. Hermione joined in too. Their findings were that the blackened ones made a crack noise, the undercooked ones made a splat, the others kind of thudded. They both were extremely messy (having hit each other with pancakes repeatedly) so they decided to get cleaned up.

Hermione took a quick shower and collapsed on her bed, immersed in a novel, James Patterson's Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment, but found she could not focus on the adventures of the 'flock', (Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and Angel). Her thoughts were clouded by Sirius. She tried (and failed) to convince herself it was just a silly teenage crush, but her feelings were deep. Just like his blue eyes. And the way he runs a hand through his hair when he's frazzled. She checked the clock and noticed it was almost three and trudged down the stairs.

Sirius, on the other hand, took a long, relaxing shower, then napped, dreaming of Hermione Granger. Let's just say his dream was…R rated. He set his alarm for 2:50 and it jerked him awake while Hermione was giving him her heart and her soul. He reluctantly trudged downstairs, knowing that Hermione and Ginny would run upstairs and giggle uncontrollably, and he would be left with Molly nagging him to do this and that. Like put on a shirt (he was wearing only blue plaid flannel PJ bottoms). Or clean once and a while. It was the full moon, and Remus wouldn't be back for a while. Molly and Ginny arrived at three o'clock on the dot. They came in and hugged each in turn.

"Sirius Orion Black! Put on a shirt immediately!" Molly cried, just as Sirius knew she would. All thoughts of shirts were but aside when she saw the state of the kitchen. "WHAT HAPPENED IN HERE?" Sirius and Hermione shared a look, then made a break for it, but she grabbed their ears, while Ginny laughed uncontrollably.

"Ummm…Well…we uh, tried to make pancakes this morning," Hermione whispered nervously. Molly joined Ginny in laughter. She let them go, and Ginny and Hermione disappeared upstairs, giggling, just as Sirius knew they would. With a flick of her wand, Molly had the whole kitchen cleaned, and began making food that they could just pop in the oven, or eat just as it was. Sirius sat idly at the table, lost in Hermione-land. This did not go unnoticed by Molly, the usually obnoxious man was quiet, and still. She filed this away for a different date.

Ginny and Hermione went to Hermione's room.

"I miss Harry so much!" Ginny cried sadly. Hermione shook her head.

"He left last night!" she yelled.

"I know, but…" Ginny sighed dramatically. "Now you need a boyfriend." Hermione looked at the ground.

"Ron still hasn't let me break up with him. Technically, I'm still his girlfriend, if unwillingly." Ginny looked outraged. She didn't know the hurt Hermione was feeling. The older girl was scared to get another boyfriend. Even Sirius could do something to hurt her. You have to admit that she was not very experienced in the boyfriend department, she had only had two, a foreign international seeker, and Ron. And don't forget her undying love for Sirius Black. But he could never love her, she was just a silly little teenage girl.

"The bloody prat! What's his damage? Is he really that stupid?" Hermione opened her mouth to answer. "Wait, don't answer that."

"I really don't give a crap about Ron, he could date Lavender again for all I care. He could shag Pansy Parkinson. As long as he's not raping me, I'll be fine." An awkward silence erupted, but it seemed louder then ever. You could hear every movement downstairs, and every breath taken. All the sudden, Ginny started laughing, breaking away Hermione's thoughts of Sirius.

"DINNER!" Molly called up the stairs. The girls ran down the stairs and plopped down at the table. "WASH your hands, ladies!" Grudgingly, they got up and made their way to the sink. Sirius watched them move about the room, helping Molly bring dishes to the table, and he realized one thing. He wanted her. He wanted her now. This was his last chance.

a/n: I had to stop there, because the dinner conversations still haven't came to me, and I really wanted to update…so. Today's quote was from Muse's Hysteria.

'cause I want it now
I want it now
give me your heart and your soul
and I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
last chance to lose control

Now, let's do some trivia! Who can tell me what day Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat? Hint: It's my birthday!

Okay, so you can just stop reading now, if you don't like funny stories. If you really want this one that I'm not going to post, then go to my story 'Fanmail' and go to chapter 2. Scroll down to the bottom A/N. Okay, for all those who wanna know what happened to Somone and Lawrence III, well, Somone got a little bit bigger, and Lawrence was like, on steroids. He was HUGE! Then we put them in salt water, and they got a teeny bit bigger, and tasted horrible (I would know, I bit the head off of Lawrence!) On Thursday it was 'bring your child to work day' and my computer teacher brought her 22 year old (weird huh) who played with stickers. She was rifling through her mom's cabinets and was like, "Oooh! What's this? Stickers? Mom, do you need these?" it was kinda annoying. Then my math/science teacher brought in her 9 year old daughter Taylor, who looked like a mini-me, and her son, Joe, who wrote a letter to his girlfriend, 13ikoasdJDS, and hit this kid Josh (Josh…sigh…Josh) with foam dice. It was cute, he had them over his ears and then just hit him with them. He also threw his gumball at Josh, and his Spiderman lunchbox, too. He threw that lunchbox at me, he didn't like me, but he was cute. He was 5. My gym teacher brought in his 5 year old, Drew, who beat me at the pacer test. He was soooo cute, I told him he was adorable and that I wanted to take him home. Then he high-fived me, and my friend Kayla hit him in the head with a basketball. I made her apologize. He brought in his daughter, whatsherface, she was weird. She had a really squinched up face, really freckly (which was ok), and bright red hair. She was scared she was gonna have to run so she just lurked in the corner. Then Friday was 'crazy day'. I almost gave some passersby a heart attack with my blue hair, lol. That was fun. This kid told me he raped 20 people. That's creepy.

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Grey Eyed