Large Rock-Hard Man Pt. 2?
“Evening, darling.” Sirius said as he walked in the bar.
“Good evening,” Hermione responded.
“Hold the phone.” he paused, “Every time I visit I say, ‘Good evening.’ Every time you respond, ‘I'll show you a good evening, hot stuff.’, every time. Not today?” he asked.
“I hate you. Do you know that,” she responded sarcastically.
“Spit it out.”
“Fine… I met a guy.” she said as she looked away.
“You did what? Where?” He asked, almost upset.
“At the college, my new professor. Smoking hot, I ran into him, literally, then after class we had a bit of a heated conversation, I gave him my number,” she said, grimacing at her previous boldness.
“You really just… gave it to him?” He asked, feeling mildly jealous.
“Do you believe that?” she responded, “A complete stranger. Did I mention he was smoking hot?”
“Yeah, yeah. I think you did.” he said, almost allowing her to see how this really affected him.
“Oh Merlin, I can't believe I did that,” she said as she put her head in her hands.
“Neither can I”
“You're just jealous, because I actually made a move on someone, instead of just talking to them, hoping they'll get the hint” she responded, voice a little sharper than the meant.
“Whatever you say, I’m leaving, I hope all goes well with your little teacher crush. Don’t come crying to me when it fails, because it will, and you'll regret leaving me behind for him” he said as he burst through the bar’s exit.
“Merlin, that was dramatic. I guess harmless bartender flirting isn't as harmless as I thought… oops.” She murmured as she started washing cups.