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Hollywood Tonight	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3939 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12:

Weeks passed by with a blur for both parties; it was spent with tangled shits around themselves, occasional bathroom uses, and eating lunch and that was it.

Hermione never thought that she'd feel like this ever again.

The way Remus would hold her close to him, moving in and out of her roughly, it felt like she was in heaven. The way he'd kiss her lips and make his way down her body, would make her light-headed. The way he'd casually take her hand in his, whenever they would go out to just walk around the park in the light breeze of autumn afternoon, was an electric shock for her.

Now here they were, once again in the park, under a very soft and warm sun, sitting on the bench, which was mostly covered with dry leaves. Remus had a small smile on his face as he saw a beautiful little girl playing with leaves, shrieking loudly and laughing, throwing them here and there, listening to crunches as she walked in them, looking curiously at her feet, her face shining with curious questions.

"She's funny," commented Remus, lightly.

"Yeah, she is," replied Hermione smiling, and looked at the girl, her smile faltered a bit. This did not go unnoticed by Remus.

"Hermione, do you take any kinds of medicine?"

"No," answered Hermione and shook her head, "When the doctor said, about my condition, I think I heard him say that there was something…but," she shrugged, and looked at Remus, "I wasn't listening to him, I just walked out of the room and…now, here I am; with three percent hope of getting pregnant one day."

Remus blew out a breath and threw an arm around Hermione, making her to get closer to him. Hermione shivered lightly and placed her head on his shoulder. The both of them sat and looked at the still playing little girl.

"You could've been a great mum, Hermione," whispered Remus.

"I know," she whispered back. "I used to think what I'd do if I had a daughter or a son, I even thought of names for them. But now…" she shrugged again, and closed her eyes, sighing, "I don't really care what I will have, as long as I can produce a baby, and if I have that chance in my life, I want him or her to be healthy. And the kid will be the happiest kid in the world."

Remus was silent for a long time, that Hermione started to get the same uneasiness whenever Remus would stay silent. She never forgot what Sirius told her about Remus; was he really going to leave her for Tonks one day? Should she ask him now about it? No; she shouldn't. They were having a perfect time together, and she didn't want to jinx it, by saying or asking wrong things.

"Sirius is worried," commented Remus.

"Why?" she stiffened a bit, but not noticeably.

Remus shrugged lightly and said, "He thinks that I might leave you, and you'd be broken once again, without a hope of repairing you back to normal."

Well, thought Hermione, he got that part right. "Why he thinks that? Are you going to leave me?"

"No," came the simple reply from Remus.

"No," echoed Hermione, but that simple answer did not settle Hermione's heart and nerves. Her mind was once again racing.

Sirius told her that Remus was with Tonks, like years back, but now they weren't together. But they had sex when Tonks returned from her so said 'vacation'. But what was she, Hermione, for Remus? Was she some sort of a leftover? Or was she some kind of a personal 'whore' for him whenever he needed to release his tension?

"What am I to you?" whispered Hermione, looking at the now falling leaves.

"hm?" Remus was absorbed in his own thoughts, when Hermione asked him a question.

"I asked," Hermione looked up at Remus' face, "What am I to you?"

"What's that suppose to mean?" asked Remus playing with a lock of her hair, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Am I someone important to you?" asked Hermione, her eyes welling up with tears, Sirius' voice still firmly in her head, telling her about Remus. The silence grew tense, and Hermione started fearing that, maybe, Sirius was right. She frowned and pulled back; she blinked several times, and whispered, "Well, that answers my question…" before Remus could utter a word she grabbed her bag, looked over at the still playing kid, walked away from him; without even looking back.

Why did this happen to her? Was it fate for her to stay alone for the rest of her life? Or to fall for someone and not receiving the warmth that she so wanted to feel again?

Despite her efforts to keep her tears at bay, one stubborn tear slid down her cheek. She turned a corner and was about to wipe it away, but she heard a hurried footsteps. Turning around, expecting to see Remus, but it wasn't Remus; it was Sirius. A heart-breaking sob left her lips and she threw her at Sirius, who readily gathered her in his arms.

"Shush, Herms, I've got you," he whispered into her ear, his hands softly running at her back, soothing her. He looked around him, wanting to see where his friend was, but didn't find him. He frowned and pursed his lips. "Let's get you home."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" exclaimed Sirius, three hours later, at Remus. Who, as it seemed, wanted nothing more than drown him inside the bottle of fine Firewhiskey.

"Leave me the hell alone, Sirius. You don't know a thing," mumbled Remus.

"Hah! I don't know a thing, do I? That's why Hermione is now with Harry and Draco, crying herself into hysterics."

"What did you want me to tell her?" grumbled Remus, "I can't lie to her."

"She asked the simplest question to you! Even an imp would know what to answer! You know that you do care for her; she's someone important to you! I mean what the hell?" Sirius was so angry at Remus that he threw his glass at the wall. He stalked towards his friends and forced him to look him in the eye, "Tell me, why you didn't tell her how you felt? Explain yourself."

"Because…I don't know, alright?" growled Remus and stood up from his chair, which tumbled down from the force. Sirius took a small step back; seeing Remus like this always ended up by a bruise or two. "I care for her a great deal, but I can't leave Tonks. And you know it perfectly well! I care about Tonks more than Hermione. She left us; she left me when I most wanted her, and now, you want me to take her like there wasn't anything wrong in the first place?"

"What do you mean 'she left me'?"

"When I was at Hogwarts, I could smell the arousal coming from her, and it was directed to me. The wolf inside me knew that she craved me," he sighed and calmed down a bit, "and after the war, when everything was over, and by Wizarding standards she was off age, I was ready to make my first move, but…she left."

"Remus," whispered Sirius, shocked, "Why didn't you tell her all this stuff? Damn it."

"I really don't know," groaned Remus; drowning down another glass of the liquid, slamming the glass down; he grabbed the fallen chair and righted it, he sighed heavily and hunched down on the table, seeing nothing.

"Remus…" whispered Sirius; the last time he saw his friend like this was after James and Lily's death. A whole different reason, but now…it was for a woman, women to be more specific. "Remus, you know that…at some point you'll have to make a choice…but choose wisely…"

"I know Padfoot, I know…and it kills me that I have to choose one of them…the wolf inside me craves her, I want her too, I really do…but something holds me back…"

"Dora…" filled in Sirius, his voice low almost breathless. Remus only nodded.

After that. everything went back to normal…well almost. Hermione was still depressed about what happened to her, she didn't know if she could take another low-blow from anyone in her life.

Draco was very helpful. After work she'd go to him, and just talk to him about her day. He'd listen to her, if there was something he'd have to say he would, if not he'd just say, "Well, tomorrow, same time." He became her personal psychologist, though he had never learnt the subject, but he told her, years back, that he'd get real bored at the Manor, and he always wanted to learn this subject, so he just started reading books about it. And then he started to help himself to get out from his depression, whenever he'd have one. Now he helped Hermione, which Hermione considered a very nice move from the former Slytherin.

One day though no one could help her.

She was sitting for herself in her small kitchen sipping a tea; there was a loud knock on her front door. She wasn't expecting anyone, frowning she walked towards the front door, and when she opened she held back a gasp. There stood, with brightly pink hair, wearing mismatching clothes, was none other than Nymphadora Tonks.

"Tonks, hi," squeaked Hermione.

"Hello, Hermione," she replied, her voice sounding odd with what she was wearing.

"Come in," Hermione ushered her to the living room and after a moment she was back with a tray of tea.

"I'm sorry that I didn't call you, but I had to talk to you," started Tonks, Hermione's movements slowed and her mind raced; what is she going to talk about? "It's about Remus…and you."

"huh?"

"Don't you dare to deny it, Hermione, I know something has happened between you two," said Tonks, her voice strong, not wavering an inch.

"I don't know what you are talking about…" said Hermione, not looking at Tonks.

"I heard him speak with Sirius the other day," interrupted Tonks, "and they were talking about you."

"Talking about me?"

"Yes," replied Tonks casually.

"Everyone talks about me," said Hermione, her voice quivering a bit as she tried to deny it.

"Oh yes, everyone does Hermione, but not them…they were talking about you like you were some kind of a slut or something…"

"No," whispered Hermione, she looked sharply at Tonks, whose face was impassive.

"Yes, they talked very dirtily about you, especially Remus…I wouldn't even think about him," said Tonks, and looked at her watch, "I should probably go." She grabbed her purse and coat, when she was getting ready she looked at Hermione and said, "Don't beat yourself up for a stupid man, Hermione."

"I'm not," mumbled Hermione her mind numb.

"Whatever," said Tonks casually and when she was about to get out of the living room, she looked back.

Hermione looked like she was about to choke her to death, she looked too pale for anyone's like, but her. Her eyes were shining as she held back her tears…and the surprising thing for the former Hufflepuff, was that she didn't feel any pity or regret of what she was about to tell her. But was she capable of saying those words? When she thought about it, she knew that she could utter those words…she loved him, and she wasn't going to lose him to this…girl. He was hers, and that was it, no one would take away him from her…she would be certain of it.

She took a deep breath and said, "What I am about to tell you, Hermione, is going to be for the first and the last time. I don't really care what will happen to you, but know it, that Remus already chose me…and I'm not going to lose him once again…especially not to you."

She looked hard at the now shaking girl, and turned on the spot disapparating away.
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