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Disclaimer: This fan fiction does not, in any way, profit from the Harry Potter Series and creative rights to characters belong to their original creator JK Rowling.

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8:00 PM August 31st, 1996
Hermione woke up to a sweet aroma. Her stomach let out a hungry noise and she clutched her middle.
She heard a chuckle beside her and slowly opened her eyes. Artificial light flooding the room.
Sirius was sitting up in bed with a sheet draped over his hips and a plate of Molly’s leftover chocolate cake. He held his fork out with a small piece on the end with a look on his face as if he were just caught sneaking the last biscuit out of the cupboard.
Hermione started to pull herself up and groaned at the pain in her thighs.
“Okay?” Sirius asked her worriedly.
Hermione nodded not bothering to cover her breast as she pushed the escaped curls out of her face.
“Just sore.”
“I’m sorry,” Sirius started ashamed, “I should have been gentler. I— ”
Hermione chuckled, “Don’t apologize. My thighs are sore. Maybe my butt. I’m not exactly used to physical exertion.”
“Oh.” Sirius searched for how to ask what he wanted to know, “So you’re okay, otherwise?”
Hermione grinned and then finally looking at him properly. Her hand darted out to his wrist and pulled his fork full of cake to her lips and stole his bite. She wasn’t sure where her boldness came from. Sirius looked shocked that she dared to do such a thing as steal his cake. “I’m feeling pretty good, otherwise,” her words brave but her blush betrayed her shyness.
“Please tell me you’re not some chocolate fiend?” Sirius said moving his plate away from her slightly. His grin betrayed his playfulness. He nodded at her bedside table, “You have your own food.”
Hermione laughed again grabbing the plate of food beside her and ignoring the cake. She shook her head before digging in, “You and Remus, I swear. You would think that neither one of you would even like chocolate since you’re both canine related.”
Sirius frowned at her comment. He continued to eat his cake contemplating something important he needed to tell her. When she finished eating, she placed her plate back beside her on the side table and grabbed her slice of chocolate cake and placed it in front of Sirius. As his eyes widened and he laid his hand over his heart mockingly at her as she slid back down into the sheet and laid on her side as she watched him eat his second piece of cake.
“Thanks,” he mumbled and started in on it, “I knew I liked you.”
After he had finished, he licked his lips and slid back down the bed and faced Hermione. They looked at each other for a few minutes before Sirius finally found he was able to speak.
“There’s something you should know,” he began, his face pained with what he was about to say, “I—
She kissed him and moved until her body was flush with his. She pulled back, “I think I already know,” she looked down as she moved her hand to his chest. If she was right about what he was about to say it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. It wasn’t going to be comfortable. She didn’t want to say what she thought and be embarrassingly wrong. She also didn’t think it fair to force him to say something so deeply personal that he had yet to share with her until this moment. Her hand moved through the short black hair that scattered across his chest. She looked from her hands to his face, “You don’t have to say it unless you want to. But if you say it, I- I have some questions. Not tonight,” she amended, “Just when- I would-.” She faltered and her words died on her tongue. She wasn’t sure how to explain that she didn’t want to push him, but she still wanted answers.
Sirius searched her face wondering if she really knew what he wanted to tell her. Nothing in what she said or the way she looked at him gave him any indication that she did know. The only way to know for sure was to just tell her and see.
Sirius took a deep breath, “I have been— That is to say— Remus and I—,” he tripped over his words. Each false start felt heavy on his heart.
“Sirius,” Hermione said softly trying to let him off the hook gently, “I know. Or, I think I know. Harry and I have suspected for a bit at least.”
Sirius looked at her horrified, “Harry knows?”
Hermione nodded.
“Fuck.” Sirius leaned back on the bed and ran his hands through his hair.
“Sirius,” Hermione pleaded, “It’s okay. It didn’t bother Harry. He’s okay with it,” Hermione bit her lip, “He might even hate me for getting in the way. We’ve seen both of you happy this last year. More so this summer. You and Remus.” Hermione moved to her back with a huff, “This whole thing is a mess. I’m sorry I’ve dragged you into it.”
He leaned upon his elbow to look down at her. The sheet had moved down her torso and her breasts were exposed. He slowly raised his eyes to her face. “I’ve said already, stop apologizing. I don’t regret anything.”
“But Remus—,”
“Encouraged me to marry you. He would have done the same. No hesitation if the law would have allowed it.” Sirius moved his hand softly along her cheek. “It should have been Remus. You and Remus would have made a much better pair. You make much more sense, I think.” He leaned down and kissed her lips softly, “and Harry could never hate you. You’re his family.”
Hermione nodded. “Did Remus really? Encourage you, I mean.”
“Yeah, you mean a lot to him, Hermione,” he amended, “You mean a lot to both of us. You’ve been there for Harry when we couldn’t be. You saw past Remus being a werewolf. You saved my life. Created an illegal club and broke every single school rule” his face lit up with a wide smile, “In fact, they created more rules just for you to break” Sirius laughed down at her and then steadied as he continued, “When you were hurt at the Ministry we were both so worried about you. When we finally got all of you back to Hogwarts, I stayed close to Harry. Harry felt so guilty that you were hurt. Remus didn’t leave your side until you finally regained consciousness. That was probably the longest night of our life waiting to make sure you were okay.”
Sirius’s nostrils flared trying to keep his emotions in check. Not willing to let himself cry. “We both nearly watched you lose your life, Hermione. There is no possible way that either one of us would ever let you come to danger from this law. It would have been one of us,” he took a shuddering breath, “If it couldn’t have been one of us, we would have had you out of this country before anyone would have any idea what happened.”
Hermione let the tears move down her face and leaned up to capture Sirius’s mouth with a chaste kiss. Her hand caressed his stubbled jaw. His words comforted her and made her feel so much love for both him and Remus.
Her face crumpled into tears, “I think I’d feel better if he would hate me. Remus doesn’t deserve this.”
“Neither do you,” he pulled her in close as cried silently into his chest. He held her and caressed her as her tears subsided. They laid there quietly. The emotions running through each of them were heavy.
Eventually, Hermione started to stir.
“I need a shower,” she stated, “And I want to go back tonight. I need to talk to Harry.”
Sirius nodded and then moved to kiss her neck and whispered huskily in her ear, “If you shower I will take you again tonight. I need you heading to school tomorrow feeling properly debauched.”
Hermione groaned and her hand carded into his hair, “If that was supposed to talk me out of a shower it didn’t work.” She pulled at his hair and moved into to kiss him. Her lips pressing firmly into his before she nipped as his lips and then his jawline.
Sirius chuckled, “You better go take that shower and get dressed or we are going to be here longer than you want,” he pressed his half-hard erection into her hip.
Her hands tightened into his hair, “Again, not helping.”
He playfully slapped her butt, “Get going then.” He leaned back away from her moving his hands behind his head as he waited for her to get up and make the trek to the bathroom.
Hermione blushed as she moved away from the bed and slipped into the bathroom. Her body was already heated and tingling had started low in her belly.
10:00 PM August 31st, 1996
Hermione and Sirius slipped into the front door carefully not to wake any portraits or sleeping residents. As soon as the door shut behind them Hermione felt someone barreling into her and grabbing her into a tight hug. She looked and could see a mass of black hair and squeezed him back harder.
“Harry,” she whispered her voice heavy with emotion. She looked up to make sure that they hadn’t woken Mrs. Black portrait and her eyes went up to the top landing of the stairs. Resume sat quietly next to her school trunk.
Sirius leaned down and whispered to her and Harry, “Let’s take this upstairs before the yelling starts.”
They both separated and nodded and headed up to where Remus was sitting.
“We didn’t know you were coming back,” Harry whispered to her as she stopped a few steps below were Remus sat, “We packed your trunk for you so you wouldn’t have to be in a rush in the morning.”
Hermione nodded looking from Harry to Remus, “Thank you,” her voice small. She looked at Remus trying to read his expression. Nothing of note, she looked back to Harry and asked, “You don’t hate me?”
Harry looked confused. He glanced back at Remus for a moment at a loss. Remus cleared his throat and told her quietly, “No one hates you, Hermione.” Harry looked away from Remus to Hermione. His relief was written across his face at Remus’ exonerating statement, “Yeah. Why would we?” He pulled her into another quick hug, “Are you okay?”
She nodded, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just exhausted.”
Harry blushed and Hermione chuckled. She slapped his arm playfully, “You prat. Come on. Let’s go talk somewhere before we wake up the house with Mrs. Black screaming.”
She felt Sirius’ rumbling laugh behind her, “We wouldn’t want that would we, Mrs. Black?” He winked at her.
Hermione’s cheeks quickly started to match Harry’s. She ducked her head and moved to Harry’s room not daring to look at Harry’s or Remus’ face.
“Come on Moony, let’s leave them to it.”
Hermione turned to Remus and said braver than she felt, “Can we talk later too?”
She watched as he turned her request over in his head before nodding his consent. Just before she was able to follow Harry into his room Sirius leaned into her ear and whispered huskily, “Remember, you’re staying with me tonight.” He squeezed her bottom before adding, “We will be in my room when you’re done.”
She blushed as she looked at Remus, his expression unreadable, and realized he probably had seen and heard all of it.
Hermione crawled in bed beside Harry’s shoulder to shoulder.
“Ron’s been out for the last hour,” he whispered to her. He stole a glance at her, “You’re worried about Remus.”
She nodded and brought her knees to her chest. “I’m worried about both of them. I don’t want to come between what they have.”
Harry moved his arm behind her and pulled her snug to his side. He leaned his head next to hers, “I understand.”
It was quiet in his room except for Ron’s soft snores. “It’s not your fault, Hermione,” Harry finally broke the silence. “Besides, Remus would have done the same if he had been able.”
Hermione chuckled, “Sirius said the same thing.”
“Sirius finally admitted to it, then?”
Hermione sighed, “No, not exactly. He was having a hard time getting the words out. I’m still not sure exactly what they are to each other.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, Oh.”
Hermione looked over at the sleeping redhead in the other bed. “How did Ron react? And Mrs. Weasley? Is everyone okay with this?”
Harry laughed. “Ron’s just upset he wasn’t old enough to marry you himself. I honestly think Mrs. Weasley is a bit hurt that you didn’t consider any of her other sons though.”
Hermione scrunched up her nose. Harry saw her face and grinned, “Don’t worry, Ginny set her straight. Said that Bill was already seeing Fleur. Charlie had some depraved relationship with dragons and that it would be weird if you had married one of the twins and not the other. They are a package deal after all.”
“What?” Hermione said laughing, “She didn’t!”
Harry laughed back at her his face animated, “She did! You should have seen it. Shut up the entire order while Tonks snorted her tea all over Professor Dumbledore.”
Hermione and Harry laughed together before Harry hesitated and said, “But Fred brought up that the weird part would have been married to a girl that their little brother still fancied.”
He looked over at Hermione almost pityingly. Hermione shrugged. She looked over at Ron to make sure he was still asleep. “I'm sure then only said it to try and embarrass Ron. But I suppose there's always an uncomfortable truth buried in there. Wouldn’t have worked anyway, would it have?”
“Yeah,” Harry added unconvincingly.
“No,” she countered his unspoken disagreement, “It wouldn’t have worked. He would have ignored any feelings he has to the very last moment. Dragged this out forever. Then when he finally noticed what a great catch he actually is he would have gone for some moronic twit that would rather read Witch Weekly and tell him how big his muscles look in his quidditch uniform.”
Harry raised his eyebrows at her. “ Does his muscles look big in his quidditch uniform?”
Hermione blushed, “That’s beside the point I’m trying to make. I’m saying it wouldn’t work. We’re oil and water. ”
“You always work past your disagreements. You wouldn’t still be friends if you didn’t.”
“It’s different, Harry. He needs someone that can- I’m not capable of-”
Harry squeezed her shoulder giving her permission to say what she needed to say.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut. The words tumbled out of her mouth, “I’m never going to back down to placate him. I know I’m terrible at admitting when I’m wrong,” she ignored Harry’s soft laugh, “but I’m also incapable of admitting I’m wrong when I know I’m right.” She looked over to the other bed where Ron’s head poked out of the comforter on his pillow. Red hair stuck out everywhere at odd angles. His soft snores were endearing to her. She loved Ron. She knew him almost as well as she knew herself. They hadn’t remained friends so long for nothing. Even amid their disagreements or the short periods where they refused to speak to each other, she knew deep down they’d still be there for each other no matter what. She moved her head back to Harry’s shoulder and let out a deep sigh, “He hates to be corrected. Or told what to do. They only thing he hates more than getting help is when he must ask for it. Most of the time I can’t stop myself. Even in the middle of saying something that I know is going to annoy him I do it anyway. If I did stop myself, I’d feel like I was compromising who I am to appease him. I can’t do that. I don’t want to lose myself.”
Harry took hold of her face and moved her head down as he kissed her hairline. “He wouldn’t expect you to change for him.” He pulled her in for a tight hug and said good-naturedly, “We put up with all your nagging because we know.” His arms tightened around her. “We know how much you care.” Hermione’s face crumpled as she buried it in Harry’s shoulder. Tears threatened to spill as she struggled to control her feelings.
She knew deep down what Harry said was true. She always knew. Sometimes she hated herself for trying to always be the voice of reason. Of saying things that would cause looks of irritation from both of her friends. Hearing Harry say that he understood why she did it felt as much like a balm to her soul as it also made her feel wretched. She wished she were capable of showing how much she cared about her friends without smothering them with needless advice or unrealistic expectations. She hated that when all Harry needed was someone to listen and agree with him, she was too sensible and almost always played devil’s advocate. She hated that when she knew Ron was struggling with something, she would step in to help only to be rebuffed. He was incapable of accepting anything from anyone. When Ron did ask her for help, she would refuse him because she still stung from his early snubs.
After all the years and the time spent between the three of them, they knew each other well. While others would never put up with her almost caustic nature, Harry and Ron did. They hadn’t abandoned her yet. They indulged her incessant need to worry about them. They knew her.
She pulled back from Harry as she tried to straighten her face. She brushed the hair back from his face and gave him a half-hearted smile. This was why she loved both her friends. Harry was able to cut quickly to the problem. To say what needed to be said. Ron was thoughtful. Especially in moments when she didn’t expect it. One moment he’d be in his own world and the next he’d be the only person who would notice that she wasn’t okay. They both did it without even trying. It was just a part of who they were.
“Thank you,” she finally said, “I needed to hear that. I do care.”
Harry smiled awkwardly. He was always so uncomfortable with gratitude.
“Tomorrow is going to be hard,” she said, “It won’t get out right away as I kept my last name but soon the entire school is going to know that I married your godfather.”
Harry shrugged. “Who cares what they think? You’ll be safe. That’s all that matters.”
“Sirius might have been cleared after fighting in the department of Mysteries but half the public still doesn't trust him.”
“You mean the ones that aren’t romanticizing him as some tragic hero?” Harry asked as he lightly elbowed her rib.
Hermione groaned, “Great, I’ll be the gold-digging harlot upstart that snagged the last of the Black line. TriWizard Tournament all over again. But I guess its small gripes really, I could be turning 17 soon without a husband.”
“Don’t worry about what they think,” Harry tried to encourage her, “You have me and Ron. Anyone who gives you a hard time we’ll just remind them that you have a husband that spent 12 years in Azkaban and escaped,” Harry grinned at her, “Having a dangerous and deranged husband could come in handy.”
Hermione couldn’t help it as laughter bubbled up from her chest.
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