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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 19:

“No. No, no, no, no! NO!” Hermione shouted and slammed the door shut of her bedroom, breathing heavily.

“Hermione, please!” said Sirius from behind the closed door, pleading with her. “Hermione, it will be over in a few hours. You know you can do it! Please Hermione. You’ve got to let him go… once and for all…”

“How can you suggest that, Sirius? Are you mental or something? I’m NOT going to attend to that little…party of theirs! And that’s final!” yelled back Hermione, rubbing a hand on her belly, and pacing the floor length of the room; after a thought she added, “You can take Kate with you. I don’t want to go and that’s it!”

“Come on…” she heard Harry moan in the living room, clearly uncomfortable with the whole yelling and throwing of the tantrums.

“Hermione, love, let me in,” it was Draco now. Hermione shook her head, as if they could see her, then she shouted “NO!” and heard themselves sigh, then there were footsteps and then silence.

Hermione shook as she took another deep breath, trying to calm not only her but her baby too. It was a month later from her little ‘encounter’ with Remus at the bookstore, and today she got the worst letter of her whole life…ever. It was a letter that held the invitation of Remus and Tonks’ wedding. And well, technically it was Sirius who got it, and they invited him and a ‘guest’, so Sirius thought it would be smart enough to get Hermione go with him. She being the smart one of them all was clearly declining Sirius’ pleas and was refusing to go out of her bedroom, or home that is. And she was refusing to go to the stupid wedding party.

Hermione sighed and plopped down on her bed, she grimaced a bit as her back started to hurt. She shifted a bit and lay down on. She sighed as she felt a pleasing sensation on her back, and smiled a bit, she started to rub a hand on her belly; the baby stopped squirming now. Hermione’s smile widened as she remembered in what state she was in now. She still had a month to go and then her little boy would be welcomed to the world and into his mum’s waiting arms.

Her smile vanished from her face when there was a knock on the door, and the baby started to squirm again.

“Sshh, sweetheart. It’s alright, mummy’s here. Nobody’s going to hurt you…sshh,” murmured Hermione to her belly, talking to her son. She knew she might sound stupid, but she loved talking to him; sometimes at nights, when Hermione couldn’t sleep, she’d sit in her bed and start telling him stories. Strange things would happen in her small talks; he would kick or squirm, and Hermione would smile softly. But now wasn’t exactly pleasant sensation feeling him moving restlessly. Clearly uncomfortable about something, that his mum didn’t like. If his mum didn’t like what was happening on the outside world, then he wouldn’t like it either.

Hermione sighed and started to move, trying to sit up against the headboard of her bed, or just to seat up or do something. She started to take deep breaths; in and out, in and out; trying to calm not only her but him too. She let out a frustrated sigh and fell back against her pillows again; the baby was kicking viciously. What was really happening? She could take the pain any more, when he kicked really hard she screamed. She distinctly heard some shouts from the closed door.

“Damn it Hermione! Open the God damned door!” Harry yelled and slammed on the door with a fist.

“Calm down Harry,” said Sirius sharply, though he was ready to blast that door off in a beat if Hermione wouldn’t open the door.

“Oh move over, you two,” drawled Draco and moved in between the other two frantic wizards. He pointed his wand at the door and said, “Alohomora,” the door clicked open and he turned around at the wizards and said, “and people call you noble wizards. My arse.” He sneered at them and stalked inside the bedroom.

The three boys walked into the room, to find Hermione breathing heavily, her hands restless on her. “He is…he kicks so…he is too strong for me…” she breathed out and closed her eyes heavily.

“Hermione, love? Are you in labor or something?” Sirius asked and run a hand on Hermione’s forehead.

“No, I don’t think so…he is just…he is upset, because of something…” said Hermione and breathed slowly out. She inhaled then exhaled, closing her eyes. She did this several times, then her eyes snapped open and she stopped breathing. “What are you doing?” she asked her eyes watching the boys, who all mumbled something under their breaths. They were all inhaling and exhaling with Hermione, making the same noises as she did. At first she thought it was her she was hearing, but then in a close observation she realized that it was the boys’ noises too. She stifled a giggle when they flushed crimson and looked uncomfortable.

Draco was the first one to recover from their brief ‘embarrassment’ “Are you really ok, now?” Hermione nodded and smiled. “So…why don’t you agree with Sirius? We are going to be there too.”

“Because I don’t want to see him…”

“You don’t want to see him or you think that you don’t want to see him?” asked Harry, softly.

Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion and gave a small thinking of her…thoughts. She knew that she couldn’t see him dressed up for the celebration and she was sure she would break if she saw him looking smashingly good in black robes that she knew all wizards wore on their wedding day. Was she ready to face him? Would it be the last time she had to see him?

Yes…she knew she could see him, at least from far…and yes, she was ready to let him…but then again, she was carrying his child. She unconsciously touched her belly, then with slow hands she moved her shirt over her very round stomach, registering the fact that the boys all cooed in unison, making a move to touch her belly at the same time. Her lips to a small smile as she felt her baby squirming happily inside of her, liking the contact from the boys, and it really was a very comfortable sensation. For a moment she just lied there and let them touch her belly…Sirius moved in and pressed his ear on her stomach, chuckling slightly, his breath ghosting over Hermione’s skin, making Hermione to shiver lightly. Hermione watched lazily as her boys adored her exposed stomach and then she sighed as she remembered that they were supposed to talk about the wedding, which would start in a few hours. Let Sirius be the reasonable one and tell Hermione weeks before this day. But of course not, he had to tell her the exact same day as the wedding’s. Hermione shook her head, yet again and sighed.

“I don’t have anything to wear…” she said abruptly.

The three of them jumped at Hermione’s voice. She bit back a smile as the three of them gaped at her like a fish. This time it was Sirius who snapped back into reality, and he offered her a small grin of his.

“Don’t worry kitten, I will think of something,” said Sirius, and at the mention of kitten Hermione’s small kitty jumped on the bed, and started to purr almost instantly. Harry chuckled at the small one, and started to play with him. “Meanwhile, you go take shower with Draco, don’t look at me like that boy, and me and Harry will do come out with an idea of what you could wear.”

“Why me?” bristled Harry.

“Because, you are gay,” answered Sirius calmly.

“But that doesn’t mean that I have a taste in women clothes. I don’t even wear descent clothes myself,” cried out Harry.

“But then how come that you’re descent now?” asked Sirius, quirking up an eyebrow.

“It’s all me,” said Draco and winked. Hermione and Sirius erupted into fits of laughter, as Harry started to mumble something under his breath. Draco grinned, but leaned in and kissed Harry’s pouted lips.

“OK, that’s settled then,” said Sirius and jumped to his feet. “Harry you help Hermione to take a shower, and me and Draco will come with something sexy and descent for Hermione to wear.”

“Sirius!” warned Hermione, as she heard him utter the word ‘sexy’.

“What, love? You’re going to attend to wedding with me. You have to look smashing,” he winked at her and strutted towards the bedroom door, but he turned around said, “and remember, you are bearing my kid inside of you, kitten.”

Hermione only smiled at him, feeling a know forming in her stomach as she saw his joyful face of the fact that he was going to be called ‘dad’ by the small boy. She hadn’t had the heart to tell him about her small meeting with Remus the other day, and the fact that he knew about the fact that he was the father of the unborn child. Hermione sighed as Harry helped her on her legs and walked with her to the bathroom, helping her to get undressed and turning on the faucet to fill the bath with warm water.

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The music which was playing at the wedding was getting on Hermione’s nerves. She never was a fan of classics, especially the ones that were filled with too much violin’s high notes. The place where the party was going at the full force was decorated with purple and white colors; lots of balloons at the every corner of the room, and bows which were charmed to glow white at every ten seconds. Overall, it wasn’t that bad, but it was full of magic, and Hermione lightly shivered when she stepped through the door with Sirius as her escort. She was absolutely stunning. Draco had come with something long for her to wear; it was aqua-marine color, strapless, with flowing length of silk dress, and on it was chiffon, with the same length as the dress; it had a bow right in the middle of her breasts, the ledge of the bow flowed down on either side of her round stomach. When she walked the silk and chiffon fabric all but flew right after her; she wore a light make up, with red lipstick, her hair was mused. She looked beautiful and ‘sexy as hell’ as Sirius said when he saw the final results.

Now, Sirius held his head high, looping an arm with Hermione, walking with sure confident strikes of long legs. Hermione was glowing, and Sirius was happy with his decision of bringing her with him.

They found their table, and Sirius helped Hermione into her seat, Harry and Draco came next and sat right next to them. Sirius went and fetched drinks for them and Hermione gratefully sipped the cold pumpkin juice, the taste melting right on her tongue. It was so long since she had something as sweet as this juice, and she asked Sirius for a re-fill, which was met with his flirtatious wink and bringing the mug closer to her. Finding some odd sort of a relaxation from the drink, Hermione sat and surveyed the room once again. Half of the guests were witches and wizards she never saw in her life. Maybe new friends of theirs, she thought idly.

The door of the hall banged open and everyone sprung to their feet and started to clap. Hermione remained sitting where she was, her eyes zeroing down on the groom. He was breath-taking. He had a muggle black tux on, his hair tousled; he held himself at ease and smiled politely to every guest, nodding at few of them. Hermione’s stomach fluttered; her brow furrowing, anxiety looming over her heart. The lights deemed and the both of them stationed themselves for a dance.

The music began and they started the dance.

Hermione could see the outline of the bride’s dress, but she paid no attention to her, her eyes still on Remus. He was, with one word, glowing. Hermione swallowed hard and looked at her hand on her lap, trying to will down her emotions which were desperately trying to escape her in a form of tears. A hand was placed on her twirling hands. She looked up and saw Sirius watching her from the corner of his eye. Hermione smiled softly, loving the comfort that he was silently giving her. She released one of hands, placed it at the crook of Sirius’ neck and brought his face closer to hers. She kissed him softly on the lips, a silent ‘thank you’. He kissed him back with equal care and softness, not rushing the kiss, not trying to make it more passionate. Just a small chaste kiss on the lips, that was all to it.

The music ended, the dance stopped, and everyone applauded again, while the bride and the groom walked towards their seat at the head of the hall.

The party was well in full swing when Hermione excused herself from Sirius in order to go and use the bathroom. One or two times the baby kicked her viciously, but Hermione only thought it was because of the closeness of his father. Hermione wobbled her way towards the women’s bathroom, and opened the door. She sighed in relief when she saw that it was empty. She walked to one of the cubicles and relieved herself, when she was about to go and wash her hands, the door of the bathroom was pulled open and in came Tonks. Hermione stayed in her cubicle, not wanting to meet the bride. At all.

“I’m so tired already,” she heard Tonks say in a whiny tone.

“It’ll be over in an hour or two, don’t worry,” said a second voice that Hermione did not recognize.

“I told him I didn’t want to have a party like this, but he insisted on. Inviting his friends and family members,” Tonks bit out through clenched teeth.

“You can’t blame him, he wanted to share his happiness with his friends, and he is doing just that.”

“But I haven’t seen him since we danced together, where the fuck is he?”

“I don’t really know…”

“Did you see that Hermione?” Hermione’s breath hitched and she stilled to hear what he was going to say. “Got herself knocked up by Sirius. Who would’ve thought?”

“Don’t talk like that about her, she is really nice,” said the second voice that still was unfamiliar to Hermione, it could’ve been one of Tonks’ friends.

“Shut up, you don’t know anything about her. Don’t you dare to tell me that she’s nice? You don’t know her well enough. She is a slut and a whore who is earning money by opening up her legs for anyone who has ten inch dick.”

Hermione gritted her teeth and not thinking of what she was doing, she wrenched open the cubicle door, revealing herself to the bride.

“Got anything else to tell me Nymphadora? Or are you going to strut around the Hall and leaving false information about me?” said Hermione, trying to keep her voice steady. Her baby was restless and she wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of the party and go home as soon as she could.

“Why, fancy seeing you here Granger,” said Tonks, a small evil smile gracing her face. “Tell me Grangy, who’s the father of the child? Or did you lost counts of with whom you’ve been, not remembering who the one was?”

“I’ll have you let you know that the father of my son is someone that you really know very well, now,” said Hermione clenching her teeth with so much force that her head hurt, not wanting to reveal the real father of her son. She shook her head, and did not even hear what Tonks wanted to say, as she bolted out of the bathroom and smacking right in front of Remus. Hermione’s heart came to a full stop, her breath leaving her at once, her whole frame started to shake and she could feel mad butterflies in her belly. He still had that effect on her, and she hated him for that. Hermione pursed her lips in frustration and with a shake of her head she skipped Remus and walked towards the exit to the balcony. She could hear him yell after her, but she did not stop. She didn’t want to talk to him; she came here tonight to accompany Sirius for the wedding of his best friend, and to give Remus her best luck for the rest of his life.

The cool night’s air was a relief for Hermione, and she took a grateful sigh of relief as she relaxed to the soft breeze of the wind. She wanted to be left alone and as she sensed him moving closer to her, Hermione shook her head, hating for still making her squirm by his presence, yet again. She was about to tell him to leave her alone, but warm arms were wrapped around her from behind, somewhat unfamiliar to her.

“Sirius,” Hermione breathed, relaxing into his embrace, tilting her head to the side and resting her face to the crook of his neck.

“Are you alright love?” murmured Sirius, tightening his hold on her when she shook her head. “Do you want to go home?”

There was something soothing in the way that Sirius asked her to go home, it was like an un-voiced promise to her, that he’ll stay with her tonight. And she wanted that. She wanted him to stay with her tonight, to hold her and comfort her grieving heart. But she had something in her mind that she wanted to accomplish now, before going home, to her own little world full of misery.

“I have to do something.”

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Everyone applauded as the wedding organizer announced that one of the friend’s of the bridal party wanted to toast them. Hermione stood on her shaky legs with Sirius at her side. Despite the fact that Sirius was holding her arm helping her to walk, as she made her way to the microphone, she could only think one thing...dead woman walking. She cleared her throat before stepping a bit closer to the microphone and waited for the applause to die away a bit. She could see Harry and Draco watching her from where they sat the both faces anxious. She looked at Tonks, seeing her hard face, and then she shifted her gaze on the handsome groom. When she spoke her words were directed to him, piercing him with her eyes to his place, preventing him to move a slight inch.

“His halo, was the end of her endings,

Her laugh was their first step down the isle,

His hand would be hers, to hold forever,

His forever was as simple as her smile,

He said 'she was what was missing'

She said 'instantly she knew'

She was a question to be answered,

And ... His answer was...I do”

Her eyes brimmed with tears and she had no choice, as everyone went wild and started to applause her toast, but to embrace the moment and try to pass off the tears as tears of joy for the happy couple. Hermione made her way unsteadily towards Sirius, hugging him to her.

“Get me out of here,” Hermione’s voice broke as she whispered to him. And he only nodded and helped her to the exit as soon as she could. She could feel his sad gaze on the back of her skull, but she had no choice but to walk out of the Hall, her head held high.

When they were well out of the front doors of the building, Hermione skidded to a halt her hand flying to her belly. Her breath hitched as the baby kicked again, this time with full force. She could hear concerned Sirius asking her if she was alright, but all she did was screaming at the top of her lungs. And then there was water…lots of it.

“Sirius,” she moaned, then took a deep steadying breath and then forced out the word through her clenched teeth, “I think my water just broke!” at Sirius’ blank face she snapped, “I’m having a baby! Damn it!”
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