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When Everything\'s Made to be Broken	By : SiriuslyBwitched Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 2369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you to all my lovely viewers who have shown an interest in my story! I have been working on this plot, surprisingly, for several months.

So just to clear up some confusion that I presume will probably be an issue later on, the majority of this story will be in a flashback sequence. You'll know when it is the present time when I say "end flashback".

Another point of clarification: the last line of this verse won't be in this chapter, it'll be in the next!!

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-FLASHBACK-

It was the summer before fifth year, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron along with several other Weasley�s and Order members were staying at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. With the house filled to maximum capacity it was hard to find any place or time for there to be complete silence.

Hermione absorbed all the facts, rumors, and theories about the imminent war against Voldemort and his Death Eater minions. Words like �casualties�, �fatally hexed�, and �sacrifice� were common in conversation during Order meetings. The thought of dying while fighting for a greater cause was never out of the realm of possibility, which is what struck Hermione extremely hard and caused a large number of sleepless nights.

One day Hermione attended yet another Order meeting, giving up on being na�ve about the situation any longer. Usually whenever a minor was present during a meeting, the topics of discussion are censored a little, yet this meeting that unspoken rule was forgotten.

Dumbledore called the meeting to order by starting out with a grim announcement of the deaths of Eamon and Agnes Felts.

�This couple had been in hiding for several months because word had gotten out to the Death Eaters that Eamon Felts was a spy against the Death Eater cult, when in reality he was an insider for the Order. Him and his wife fell to the wand of Lucius Malfoy a few minutes past midnight this past Saturday.�

Almost everyone muttered a condolence statement, and then quickly dropped the subject; deaths were quite common in this field of work, to say the least.

Hermione was the only one who blanched at the tidbit of news, to the point where she almost seemed translucent, her hands shaking violently under the table. Sirius, who sat two seats away from her, noticed her change in demeanor. Sirius gauged her emotions by her staggered breathing and the ever so slight quiver of her full, lower lip. He knew that she was about to leave again, like she has been doing for the past few meetings.

Within a matter of seconds of that thought, Hermione quietly excused herself and discreetly left the room. Again, Sirius was the only one who seemed to notice the young witch leave, but this time he decided to follow her to her unknown destination. He had been watching her leave unbeknownst to her the last few times she had departed, and decided upon himself to investigate. He excused himself a few minutes later in search of Hermione.

Hermione thought she had made a good escape from the meeting without anyone noticing her absence. She needed to be alone and away from any conversation or noise so she could clear her head. The only place she thought no one would find her was in Regulus�s room on the upmost floor of the expansive Black Manor. To her knowledge she has been the only person who has been in that room since Regulus�s death, so it seemed to be the perfect hideaway for moments of high anxiety and fear that she currently was feeling. Hermione closed the door and laid face down on Sirius�s younger brother�s bed, letting her bout of fear and anxiety be released.

No sooner than her tears began to fall that a person entered the room and sat at the end of the bed. Hermione didn�t hear anyone enter but she noticed the change on the bed. She shot up quickly and let out a quiet scream, but only to be silenced when she looked into the concerned, gray eyes of Sirius.

�Si-- Sirius! I�m--I�m sorry that I�m in your brother�s room! I thought no one would know, I didn�t mean to come up here! I just needed to get away, I couldn�t take it anymore�� she blubbered as more tears trickled down her cheeks.

�Shhh, Hermione, it�s alright, you�re more than welcome to go into any room in this house that hasn�t been locked,� he assured her while he wrapped her in his arms. Her body shook and shuddered as he held her, his hands rubbing her upper back and shoulders while he whispered words of comfort in her ear.

Hermione�s arms were trapped against Sirius�s chest, but she was able to push them up and around his shoulders, her head resting in the crook of his neck. She inhaled deeply as her breathing began to even out, the scent of firewhisky, sandalwood, and something else she couldn�t quite put her finger on but still was uniquely Sirius, calming her down.

She slowly moved her head so she could face him, her eyes rimmed with red and her cheeks slick with tears.

�How can you be so strong?� she whispered, partly a question and partly a statement.

�I must come off as strong but inside I�m only human. But you, Hermione, shouldn�t doubt your strength! Don�t let fear overcome you, you�ll only lose valuable years�� he assured her, a sorrow tone to his voice.

Her eyes, though very much fogged, looked up to meet his own. She saw so much pain in them yet there was also hope, confidence, and even admiration. Sirius wiped away a lingering tear off her cheek, his fingertips lightly brushing her skin. Hermione placed her hand on top of his, pressing it closer to her cheek.

Their eyes met again, symbolized only as an unspoken signal between the two. Catching that signal, Sirius moved closer to her and captured her lips in a gentle yet much longed for embrace.

And all I can taste is this moment

Sirius was the one to break the kiss, quickly shooting up from the bed.

�I�m so sorry, I didn�t mean for that to happen�� he stuttered the very clich�d remarks, his hand wrapped up in his hair in embarrassment and frustration.

Hermione, however, was calm and collected. She stood up and walked in front of him, putting her hand on his cheek to get his attention. He briefly made eye contact then turned his head away muttering another string of apologetic comments.

�Let�s try this again,� Hermione said, her voice strong and assuring. Getting on her tip toes she closed the gap between the two, her body easing into his as if it was magic. She stifled another apology from Sirius, but that apology turned into anything but resistance, a moan having been released from deep within his throat.

And all I can breathe is your life

Sirius moved away from her mouth, bringing his own down her neck, his nose inhaling the scent of her skin. A mixture of honeysuckle and rose mingled with her arousal swept over him, intoxicating his system like no one before.

Sirius�s lips met her neck, her hands gripping into his shoulder blades to keep from collapsing at the newly felt sensation. His mind was running a mile a minute, thoughts such as how morally wrong this was battled with others that rationalized the situation as a mutual want and need.

Pushing morality aside, he once again broke contact and picked her up only to put her back down on the bed, the original scene of temptation. He let her run her hands up his shirt and against his chest, the heat of his skin equal to that of her own.

Sitting up slightly Hermione took off his simple dark gray t-shirt, being rather sick of fabric barricading her contact with him.

Sirius, with his classic grin on his face, watched as Hermione followed the intricate patterns of his tattoos, letting her explore. Her hands shook slightly as she reached the band of his jeans, her insecurities showing brightly.

Sirius, instead of letting her attempt at unbuttoning his jeans, brought her back up to his level. He kissed her once more before allowing his own hands to travel under her shirt. He slowly unbuttoned each button of her blouse, sending shivers down her spine from the contact and the anticipation of what was surely to come.

He slid off her shirt and ran his hands down from her shoulders and down over her breasts, wanting so desperately for them to be released.

Cause sooner or later it�s over

Sirius was just beginning to unclasp her bra when she heard a knock at the door. It was Harry, calling out for Hermione. The two broke apart and started to quickly redress themselves, Sirius hiding behind the door as Hermione opened it.

�Oh good, you are in here! Why are you here, anyway?� questioned Harry.

Hermione quickly buttoned up her blouse before she met Harry at the door. She tried to support herself with her body leaning against the edge of the door, while Sirius was running his hands over her body hidden from Harry, taking away from her stability.

�I just needed a breather, that�s all. I�m fine, I�ll be right down, I just need to gather a few things,� she assured him, her right arm currently being kissed.

�Ron and I will be in the library, see you in a few minutes!� said Harry, bounding down the stairs.

Hermione desperately wanted to finish what was started, but it was impossible with Harry and Ron waiting for her. Maybe the intrusion happened for a reason, which was the only thing that stopped her from being with Sirius at that moment.

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Another chapter down, have I peaked your interest yet?! Haha. I'm playing around with the next chapter, it should be up later this week!

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