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Forever in Your Hands	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 14109 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 7

Professor Dumbledore had been pleased when Sirius and Hermione had asked if they could spend some time together. He had given them permission to leave the grounds, as long as Hermione was back before curfew.

Still holding hands, the two of them made their way towards the gate.

"You don't have to hold my hand," she whispered, heat flooding her face. She felt like she was a child, one that couldn't walk on her own.

"Maybe I want to," Sirius replied, looking at her.

Hermione blushed even more.

"But you're right. This is supposed to be a secret," Sirius said, releasing her hand.

At once, Hermione missed the contact. But he was right; hopefully no one would notice them.

"We'll go to the Hogs Head, Aberforth will be expecting us."

"Aberforth? Who's that?" she asked, looking at Sirius.

"Dumbledore's brother."

Hermione glanced at her feet. "I didn't know he had a brother."

"Not many do," Sirius replied. "I'm sure Harry doesn't know either."

They made their way to the Hogs Head. When they entered Sirius guided her to a table, pulling the chair out for her.

"Thanks," she mumbled, sitting down. Vaguely, she remembered that Sirius had always been a gentleman.

Sirius sat across from her.

The two of them stared at each other for a few minutes, neither speaking. Hermione felt herself growing more and more uncomfortable with the silence. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, before she released a small cough. "So… Sirius…"

He smirked at her. "Yes, Hermione?"

At that moment, an older looking wizard came shuffling over. He had long, wiry grey hair and a long beard. He wore spectacles. Behind the dirty lenses, Hermione saw the eyes were a piercing, brilliant blue. Eyes that were very similar to his brother's, but instead of being filled with warmth and kindness, they were filled with a hardness. He looked very grumpy.

"Black, Granger," he said, nodding to them both. "What can I get for you?" he asked gruffly.

"Two Butterbeers and two Shepherd's pies," Sirius replied, smiling at Aberforth.

The barman grunted before leaving the two of them alone once more.

"I hope that's okay," Sirius said, turning his attention back to Hermione, who was fidgeting in her seat.

"It's fine. I love Shepherd's Pie," she said softly. "Is he always like that?" she asked, motioning to Aberforth. She giggled as she saw a goat run behind the counter.

Sirius nodded. "He's had a rough life… Dumbledore has too. They just show it differently."

Hermione bit her lip. "I suppose every person deals with their grief differently."

"That they do," he replied.

Aberforth came over, placing their food and drinks on the table. "Enjoy," he said brusquely.

"So," she said, picking up her fork and poking at her food.

"Hermione, there's no need to act so shy," Sirius said, reaching across the table to grab her hand. "I know this isn't ideal, but we'll make it work." He laughed dryly. "If you accept my proposal that is."

She nodded. "How could I not? I don't really have a choice in all of this."

"There's always a choice, Hermione."

She gave him a quizzical look.

He took a long sip of his Butterbeer before looking at her. "You may not want to get married, but you have to. You can choose to be happy or you can choose to be miserable, it's up to you. Honestly, I'll do my best to keep you happy, Hermione, and safe. Anything you want, it's yours."

She was quiet for a moment, taking in his words. As much as she didn't want to believe them, they were true. She could mope about things and make herself miserable. Not to mention everyone else around her. Or Hermione could take a more positive attitude, and try and be happy.

By the look on Sirius' face, he was being sincere. He would do his best to make her happy, and vaguely she wondered if it would be possible.

Could she truly be happy with Sirius? He was older, but really, what was a number? Besides, it was different in the wizarding world, wasn't it? They would live much longer than Muggles.

And Sirius was handsome, so she supposed she could do a lot worse. In comparison to Malfoy, he was a good choice.

Maybe she could learn to be happy?

"Hermione?"

Her gaze snapped up when she realized she had been lost in her thoughts. "Oh, sorry," she said, blushing. "I was just thinking."

Sirius grinned. "You're always thinking. Tell me Hermione, does your big, beautiful brain ever take a break?"

She blushed. Was he flirting with her? "Not really," she answered.

He smiled.

She was quiet for a moment. "Sirius, thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me."

"There's no need to thank me, Hermione. You forget that I too am affected by the law. I could have been paired with anyone… so honestly, I'm lucky."

"Lucky?" she asked, a bit confused. How could he possibly consider himself lucky?

"Yes. You're a beautiful girl, Hermione, more beautiful than you could possibly realize. You're smart, kind… you've got the biggest heart out of anyone I know."

"Stop," she said, feeling her cheeks grow hot.

"And you're adorable when you blush," he added.

She smiled at him before an easy silence fell between them. This one wasn't as awkward as the silence earlier. This one was comfortable. Hermione finished eating her dinner, glad to be out of the castle for the night. Sometimes she grew tired of the elves' cooking.

After the two of them finished eating, Sirius paid the bill. Coming back over to Hermione, he helped her up. "Ready to head back?"

"Not really," she answered, giving a small laugh. "I feel like so much is going to change, and I can't do anything about it."

"You'll be okay," he said, squeezing her shoulder.

Hermione smiled at him. "Thank you."

The two of them began the long trek back to the castle.

Hermione stared at Sirius as they walked. She felt a bit better about marrying him after spending some time around him. They didn't really talk about much, but she knew what his intentions were and that's what really mattered.

He was kind and she knew he'd treat her well. She'd be able to finish school and then worry about everything else afterwards.

And he was handsome. He had a rough look to him, but he had a warm heart. And his eyes, they were grey, sparkling like the ocean at night. And when he smiled, Hermione could almost swoon.

She had always pushed down those thoughts because it had always just been a small crush. She had crushed on Remus as well at the time, so she thought nothing of it. She was just a silly little girl; there was no need to read into anything deeply. But if Sirius was to be her husband, then she might as well appreciate the finer aspects of him.

Once they made it onto the grounds, Hermione felt herself grow bolder. Taking a deep breath, she reached out and brushed her hand against his.

Sirius smiled, taking the hint, and firmly grasped her hand. He glanced at her and she smiled nervously at him.

"Things will work out, Hermione, don't worry," he said, bringing her hand up so he could place a kiss on it.

She shivered at the sensation. "Thank you, Sirius, for being so understanding and supportive. I'm sure you never wanted to get married, and now you're being forced too… you're being a good sport about it."

He laughed. "No, I never thought I'd get married or have children, but now that the idea has presented itself, I find it is more appealing than before."

The two of them entered the castle. "I'll walk you to Gryffindor Tower," he said, still holding her hand.

"Won't someone notice us?" she asked, looking around nervously. She didn't want to get caught.

"No, I was a Marauder sweetheart; I know how to sneak around."

"Even without the cloak?"

He sent her a sly grin. "What do you think I did before James showed us that thing?"

She returned his smile.

"But now to the nitty gritty, we'll plan to be wed on Saturday, if that's all right?"

Hermione stopped walking. "Saturday? But Sirius, that's so soon." She counted on her fingers. "That's only two days away."

"Two days too long," he murmured. Lifting his hands, he gently cupped Hermione's face and tilted it upwards. "Every day that goes by is another opportunity for Malfoy to swoop in, or worse. I won't let anything happen to you, Hermione."

She felt her heart race and the panic set in. She wanted to protest, to cry, throw a fit… but she did none of those things. She knew what he was saying was logical, and she couldn't fight it. So she simply nodded.

"Professor McGonagall will take you out to find something nice to wear. I'll send you the proposal Saturday morning and you'll accept, sending it off to the Ministry. By the time they get it, we'll already be married."

"Don't we need someone from the Ministry to reside over the ceremony?" she asked.

He nodded. "Dumbledore's already found someone. Seems the old man has it all figured out."

Hermione was quiet. Looking up, she noticed they were at the portrait. The Fat Lady was lying on the frame, half asleep.

"Thank you," she said again, looking up at him. Suddenly, she felt nervous. "I guess that was our first date."

He smiled. "It was, hopefully it wasn't too bad."

"No, I had a nice time," she said, smiling at him. Meeting his gaze, she found his grey eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, before Sirius swiftly bent down and brushed his lips against hers.

Startled, Hermione simply gaped at him.

"Goodnight, Hermione," he said, sending her a wink before turning and heading towards Dumbledore's office.

Shaking her head to herself, she turned to enter the Common Room. She really needed some sleep.
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