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Forever in Your Hands	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 14109 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: I apologize profusely for not updating this story sooner. I have tons of excuses but none any of you actually want to hear. So, begging forgiveness, read on my loves! Xx
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Chapter 11
Hermione spent Friday night curled up in the Room of Requirement with Harry and Ron. Ginny had been a bit miffed that she wasn't invited, but understood that Hermione really just need some time with the boys.
Harry held her tightly as she cried while Ron rubbed her back. The boys frowned, wishing there was something they could to do change Hermione's fate.
"You okay?" Harry asked after a while, looking down at her small form.
Hermione shook her head, peering up at him. "I don't know what to do, Harry," she whispered. "I'm not ready for this and I'm so angry the Ministry is pushing me into a marriage with someone I don't want to marry."
Harry frowned. "I know, Hermione, and I'm so sorry. This would have never happened if we weren't friends."
She lightly smacked his chest. "Don't talk like that."
It was so typical of Harry to take the blame. She wondered if it was part of his burden: being the savior of the wizarding world. Every time one of his friends or someone he knew was hurt, Harry would take the blame. It was no wonder Harry had trouble sleeping at night.
Hermione knew this was how Harry was. He had such a large heart and was always trying to do his best by others. He was very protective of his friends and she suspected that was due to his lack of family growing up. The Dursley family never hid their displeasure with him and it probably hurt him in more ways than he would care to admit. But his childhood molded him into the caring person he was today. It was one of the things she loved about him.
"But it's true," Harry replied sadly. "I feel like it's my fault." He was quiet for a moment, lost in his thoughts. "I wish I could do something to change what was happening."
"Me too," Ron added.
"I love you both, thank you," Hermione said, giving them both small smiles. "It's just hard. There are so many people out there who aren't as lucky as I am. What if Sirius wasn't able to marry me? I could have ended up with Crabbe, Sr. or one of the Lestrange brothers!" Hermione shivered at the thought.
"As much as I hate to say it, Sirius will take good care of you," Ron said.
Hermione was quiet. She knew Ron was upset that the two of them would never have their chance to be an item. But he would adjust because he'd be getting married as well before he even knew it. She hoped that whoever it was, they'd be able to handle Ron's temper.
"Well, I think we've done enough moping," Harry said, getting up off the couch. "This is your last night as a single woman, Hermione and we should be celebrating. Which is why," he dug into a bag, "I brought this." He produced three bottles of butterbeer.
"Harry!" she chided him. "Where did you get those?"
"The kitchens," he explained. "Winky helped me out."
Hermione smiled at the small elf's name. While she had a soft spot for all house elves, Winky and Dobby were her favorites. Both of their stories helped motivate Hermione to want to liberate house elves. No creature should be treated poorly the way Winky and Dobby did.
"How is Winky doing?" Hermione inquired, taking a bottle of Butterbeer from Harry.
"She's doing well," Harry replied, resuming to his position on the couch between Hermione and Ron. "Dobby has been helping her with her butterbeer addiction. She's been sober for two weeks now, which is good for her."
"That's wonderful. Good for you," Hermione replied.
"Now, I propose a toast," Ron said, sending both of them smiles. "To Hermione Granger, a girl whom without, we both would have flunked long ago. I hope that you and Sirius have a happy future together."
Hermione beamed at him, tears in her eyes. "Oh, Ron, thank you." She hugged him tightly; glad she had someone as wonderful as him.
"My turn," Harry said, clearing his throat. "To Hermione Granger, my sister for all intents and purposes, I hope that you continue to make the world a brighter and happier place."
Hermione gave him a hug. "Love you, Harry."
"Love you, too," he replied.
The three of them clinked their classes together before taking a sip.
"Thank you, again, Ron and Harry. Without your support, I really don't know where I'd be."
"Stop, Hermione," Harry said, smiling. "There's no need to thank us."
"Friends stick together through thick and thin," Ron added.
"Best friends," Hermione corrected with a smile.
The three of them finished their drinks, talking about their old adventures. They ignored the delicate topic of Hermione's upcoming nuptials knowing it would only put a damper on their evening.
Eventually, the night grew late and Hermione found herself yawning quite a bit.
"Well, I suppose it's time to get you to bed," Harry said, standing.
Hermione pouted. "But I'm having such a good time."
"But you're yawning," Ron protested. "Besides, you need your rest for tomorrow."
"Big day tomorrow," Harry teased.
She frowned at their words, shifting uncomfortably. She knew she needed to rest for tomorrow but the idea of staying up to prolong the inevitable was tempting. But she couldn't… it wouldn't be fair to Sirius for her to spend their wedding day overtired.
So with a sigh, Hermione stood. "Well, back to the Common Room then."
The three of them walked back, grateful that they didn't run into anyone since it was past curfew. Of course, it did help that Harry had the Marauder's Map in his hands.
Walking into the tower, Harry bid her goodnight.
"It'll be okay," he whispered reassuringly in her ear.
Hermione nodded. "Goodnight, Harry. See you in the morning."
Ron lingered awkwardly, waiting for Harry to go to bed.
"Ron?" she prompted, sensing there was something he wanted to say.
He shifted awkwardly on his feet before looking at her. "I just want you to know, Hermione, that I am happy for you. I know it isn't really what we expected and I had hoped that things might…er.. be different, but what's done is done. Sirius is a really good bloke, though, so I know he'll care for you right. But if he ever hurts you, let me know so I can break his nose."
Hermione smiled at his words and tossed her arms around him. "Thank you so much, Ron. Your words mean a lot to me."
"Try to be happy, okay? Can you do that for me, Hermione?"
Nodding, she half smiled. "I'll try, Ron. I promise to try."
"Good," Ron replied. "Now, run off to bed."
"Goodnight, Ron," she said, moving towards the stairs.
"And Hermione, do try to actually sleep tonight," he said, giving her a knowing look.
Blushing, Hermione nodded. She climbed the stairs to her dorm. Everyone was asleep, except for Fay, who was up reading a book.
"Big day tomorrow?" she asked quietly.
Hermione bit her lip and nodded. "Yes." She squashed down the anxiety bubbling within her. It wouldn't do to panic now.
"Good luck," Fay whispered, before returning to her book.
"Thanks."
Hermione slid into bed, closing her eyes. It took her a bit but she eventually drifted into a fitful sleep.
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