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Hollywood Tonight	By : LerDan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3939 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. OCs are mine. I make no money from this story.

Chapter List
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Chapter 15:

Hermione sat on the cold linoleum floor in the hospital, looking dully at an ant who was trying desperately to find a whole so he could go in there and hide from big people that walked closely to him.

Hermione wanted to hide…she wanted nothing more than hide from people who were surrounding her, but there was no one around her…she was left alone.

Sophia.

Her lovely and beautiful friend, Sophia.

Why was life so cruel to her? Why was life doing this to her? Was she a bad person? She shook her head mentally, too numb with shock and grief to do it physically. She didn't even know what to do…so much death has been in her past life that she thought it was enough, but as it seemed, God had other thoughts.

"She had an overdose from drugs. It was too late and we couldn't help her, I'm really sorry, but Sophia passed away…"

The doctor said this sentence in one breath, never faltering, never swallowing, not a twitch of an eye...nothing at all. That's when Hermione understood that life was too cruel to her and not only to her. She wanted nothing more than to punch the doctor's calm face…to just see some sort of a reaction. She was going to, oh yes she had raised her fist to just punch his face, but someone grabbed her arm and waist and pulled her away from the doctor. She screamed and yelled and cursed, quiet colorfully, but that someone never released her until they were safely far away from harm.

And here she was; on the cold floor of the hospital, still looking at the ant, not moving, not twitching…feeling hollow and sick and numb. She wanted to sleep, she was too exhausted, emotionally, and she wanted to curl up in her bed, hugging her pillow to her and just sleep for days. But she couldn't move an inch.

Remus sat far away from her, observing. She looked smaller, an hour ago she was alive, and she was in his arms, throwing her head back moaning and bucking at him…but now, she looked like the girl he knew at school; small, scared and sad Hermione, but with short hair, and tattoos, and piercings. Ok she had changed…he had to admit to that, finally.

He wanted to go to her, comfort her grief, but knew better. Because tonight they said goodbye to each other and him and her didn't have anything in common now. Sirius and Harry were the only connection to the both of them, but that didn't mean that they could just erase everything that had happened between them and act like there didn't happen anything. Remus sighed and looked at Hermione again. Her face was blank and he was surprised to see that she didn't have any tears in her eyes.

Remus stood up swiftly and walked towards her; he kneeled down in front of her, but she didn't lift her eyes. Remus studied her face for a minute, than ever so slowly leaned in and kissed her temple. Her face twisted into an annoying look and Remus sighed. He stood up again looked at her and left swiftly, not looking back, not knowing that when he walked away a tear escaped her eye and she bit her lip to prevent the rising sob that was choking her.

It was raining. Big droplets of water were cascading from the sky above, soaking every surface that was lying open to it. Twenty five odd women and men were rounded upon a black looking coffin, in which lay a motionless beauty with the name of Sophia.

At the front raw of the group standing side by side were; Emma, with her now new boyfriend Aidan, Kate with Sirius holding her hand tight, her shoulders were shaking from the sobs that were wracking her body, lips trembling, and beside Sirius standing with one hand in his pocket and with the other holding on a numb girl were Harry and Hermione, on the other side of Hermione was Draco, who had his arm slang upon Hermione's shoulder. The rain was pouring heavily on them, and they stood there socking through their clothes, wet, and cold. But they didn't mind the cold. Their hearts were already as cold as a stone. They welcomed the rain in this day of grief.

The coffin was slowly being pushed down the earth and Kate's loud sobs didn't alter for the rest of the day.

Christmas came and went without as much as a blink. The day was filled with wine and endless Champaign, lots of kisses and hugs and wishes to one another. Hermione spent the first hours with Draco and Harry but when she saw their desire growing for each other every passing minute she left them alone and went to the club where everyone were celebrating their nights away. She thanked the Gods that she wasn't working this day, because she knew that she didn't have a heart for so many erected men that eyed everyone hungrily. And she did the only thing that she really wanted to do tonight, which was walking under the falling snow till she was exhausted and turned back home.

On her way home she saw couples walked around the streets, laughing and kissing and…at some points, making out on the pour street lamps. And Hermione just smiled and walked towards her final destination. As she rounded yet another corner she stopped dead in her tracks, her smile left her face instantly.

There they were, linked by arms, walking down the street, looking so…very much in love. Hermione's breath left her in a whoosh and she staggered back into the dark alleyway, breathing heavily; her lungs and heart not communicating with her. She clapped a hand to her mouth, then hesitantly looked out the alleyway seeing them laughing on something, hugging each other tight, and then their lips met…

Hermione, with a hiss, backed back to the alley and started to walk from there. She didn't care that some of the very drunk young men were leaving crude remarks after her; she didn't care if they took her right then and there, all she wanted to do was to go home, as soon as she could. Her stomach tightened and she felt the tell tale sign of the sickness in her stomach. She quickened her pace to get home as soon as she could, to not make a foul of herself in the street, though it was deserted. Finally she could see her building and she broke into a run. She ran up the stairs, banged open her front door, and not caring about undressing first she ran towards the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. Her eyes stung with tears, she couldn't breathe, she wanted nothing more than this…this pain to end already.

She was dry heaving already when she broke into loud sobs. Her eyes screwed shut as she remembered them; hugging, lips meeting, laughing together under the falling snow, caressing each other faces; like they did so many weeks ago.

Hermione shook violently and she crumpled to the floor shivering and sobbing to the cold floor of her bathroom. The sadness was too much to bear and she all but blacked out.

Hermione woke up with a splitting headache. She lied on her back and looked at the ceiling above. She wasn't cold anymore, she felt warm, and the soft familiar sheets engulfed her body. She sighed and started to stretch, but it seemed not the best idea. She grabbed the bowl that sat innocently at her nightstand, not remembering when it was brought there, and wretched. Someone was at her side in an instant, smooth hands running through her short hair, caressing her forehead, and then rubbing her back, as she wretched again. She was already dry heaving when that same person gave her a tissue and she blew her nose. She looked up and felt a great rash of gratitude towards Sirius, who was standing right next to her bed. She tried to smile up at him but hiccupped instead, and looked down embarrassed.

"Sorry," she mumbled and grimaced at her own vomit.

"Don't," he replied quickly and hesitantly took the bowl from Hermione's hand, not sure if she was going to turn her stomach out or not. Hermione silently shook her head; Sirius nodded and took it to the bathroom. Hermione sighed and looked down at her body. She was changed into her pyjamas, something that she didn't remember doing. Maybe Sirius took it on him to change her; she was supposed to feel a bit embarrassed that Sirius saw her like that, but she didn't, she just lightly shrugged her shoulders.

Sirius came back to the bedroom, with a soup. Hermione grinned at him, and he mock glared at her. "When did you start cooking, Sirius?"

"When I started to date Kate. No, more specifically when I started to meet with Cathy," he said it so casually that Hermione couldn't help the giggle that left her lips. "Really, the kid eats like there's no tomorrow. How can one small body bare all those food?"

"Well, she is a kid, and kids can bare all food, lots more than us, because they are growing up," Hermione took a mouthful of her soup and she closed her in a second. The soup was incredible. "I hope you made a lot of it, because I know that I'm going to need one more bowl."

Sirius smirked at her and sat at the foot of the bed and watched silently as Hermione ravished away her first bowl. Three bowls more followed suit and Hermione never felt this fool in her life, but she still wanted more…which was odd. "Hm…I still want to eat, you know?" she murmured and pointedly stared at Sirius. Well, Sirius being Sirius Black, lifted the bowl from her lap placed it on the nightstand and leaned in to kiss Hermione. She kissed him back, not bothering to swallow her moan that left her lips. She teased his lips with her tongue and he opened his mouth, letting Hermione in. When the kiss turned into a more passionate one, Hermione pulled away and breathed heavily. What was she doing? This was Sirius, who was dating her friend, who she loved very dearly.

She looked down and her cheeks flushed crimson, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," said Sirius and looked around the bedroom, "I should be the one to apologize."

"No, no…" Hermione shook her head, unwanted tears brimming her eyes, "I have to apologize, I did this, and I didn't want to, I'm sorry."

"Hermone…" Sirius whispered and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Sshh, it's alright, I got you…"

"Everything seemed so perfect for me a month ago, but now…" Hermione sobbed again. What was really happening to her she didn't know, but she didn't like it. She clutched to Sirius with both hands and cried into his chest, leaving a wet trail behind. Sirius didn't mind, he just held her to him, rubbing her back gently, murmuring soothing words, telling her that everything was going to be alright, she just had to wait for it; happiness would come to her one day, and she'll embrace it with her arms, she'd love that happiness, even if it'd be a small thing, she'd welcome it.

Hermione knew that Sirius was telling the truth; she would have the happiness that she had been craving for all these years, and she was ready to welcome it.

One month had passed with the same routine. Hermione would wake up and throw up, and Draco, Harry or Sirius was by her side every morning. Sometimes it'd be Emma or Kate, if they weren't working late at night or weren't busy. She loved the attention of her friends. Everyone knew what Hermione saw on the Christmas day and they all but silently agreed to not talk about it. Which was real fine with Hermione; she didn't want to talk about…them.

The morning sickness turned into an afternoon and sometimes evening sickness too, and Draco had had enough and he decided to take Hermione to see a doctor, which she didn't want to see at all. She liked the sickness that she was feeling. It reminded her of…something that she had so many years ago. But it was a dangerous territory to think about so she, reluctantly, agreed with Draco.

And on the morning of a very chilly February, Draco and Hermione walked hand in hand towards the front doors of the hospital.
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