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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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The next morning, Hermione groggily opened her eyes. There was light pouring in the dorm room, more than there should have been.
Sitting up, she looked around. No one else was there.
"Where is my wand?" she muttered, looking in her bed. Finding it on her nightstand under a book, she picked it up. Casting a tempus charm, Hermione shrieked when she saw class was starting in less than fifteen minutes.
She had never been late for class before and definitely didn't plan on starting now. She jumped out of bed, quickly grabbing her robes. She slid them on, not bothering to worry about their crumpled state. Grabbing her socks, she quickly pulled them on along with her shoes.
She ran her fingers through her hair quickly, desperately hoping to tame her wild curls. Unfortunately, it didn't do much use. She didn't have time to fix it though, so grabbing her school bag, she literally ran out of the door.
The Common Room was empty, meaning everyone was probably already in class. Running as fast as her feet could carry her, she ran towards the Charms classroom.
Please don't let me be late, please don't let me be late; she chanted to herself, hoping it'd make her go faster.
She skidded to a stop in front of the door, slipping inside mere seconds before class was about to begin.
Everyone stared at her wide-eyed. Hermione couldn't tell if it was because she, the golden girl, was almost late for class or if it was because of her awful hair.
Ignoring their glares, she quickly made it to her seat, sitting next to Harry and Ron.
"Oversleep, huh?" Ron said, grinning at her.
She rolled her eyes, "Apparently."
"Here, we brought you some toast," Harry said, sliding a napkin over to her. When he noticed Hermione wasn't at breakfast, he figured he'd grab something for her. She was bound to be hungry.
She smiled at him. "Thank you, Harry."
Unwrapping the bread, she quickly took a bite. It was still warm.
"So, what did Dumbledore want last night?" Ron asked, watching her eat.
Hermione froze before quickly shaking her head. "Not now, we'll talk later."
At that moment, Professor Flitwick appeared.

After class, the trio made their way back towards the Common Room. Halfway there, though, Hermione stopped. "Why don't we go to the Room of Requirement instead? No one will overhear us there."
Harry and Ron both nodded and the group changed direction.
Once inside, Hermione sat down on the couch, hugging the cushion to her chest.
"Well?" Harry asked, sitting down on the couch opposite her. He could tell she needed some space.
"Everything is happening so fast," she murmured, tucking a curl behind her ear.
The boys looked at her, waiting for her to explain. Taking a deep breath, she looked at them. "I'm getting married on Saturday."
Ron turned red in the face almost immediately.
"What?" he ground out through gritted teeth.
"Hermione, today's Thursday. You can't possibly mean you're getting married this Saturday."
She nodded. "I am… I, well, it's soon, but we all agreed it's for the best. Even Professor Dumbledore thinks so."
"Who? Is it someone we know?" Harry asked.
Hermione slowly nodded.
"Is it someone that goes to school with us?"
Biting her lip, she shook her head.
Ron looked surprised. "You're marrying an older bloke?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Like, a few years older… or like old man old?" Harry asked, trying to stifle a laugh.
An image of Hugh Hefner popped into her mind, making Hermione laugh. "He's old, but not that old Harry."
The two of them laughed, knowing what the other was thinking.
"Well, who is it?" Ron pressed.
She knew there was no getting around it; they would find out one way or another. "It's Sirius."
Harry froze. "Sirius, as in my godfather Sirius?"
Slowly, she nodded. "Now, Harry, don't freak out, but it's really for the best."
"For the best? How could marrying someone old enough to be your father be for the best?" Rom snapped at her.
"Because we needed someone in the Order who could protect me. In case you haven't noticed, I've got a rather large target on my head because I'm Harry's best friend, so a little support would be nice," she snapped at them. "I'd rather marry Sirius than Malfoy or some other Death Eater."
The two boys were quiet for a moment, letting it all sink in.
"Yeah, I suppose Sirius would be the best choice… it's just so-"
"Weird," she finished for him. "Yeah, it was weird. But we went for dinner last night and he was actually really nice about the whole thing. I'm hoping it won't be too bad."
Ron was sitting there, staring at his hands.
"Ron?" Hermione asked gently, hoping he was all right.
He nodded. "Guess I'm just finally realizing you're getting married…" he trailed off.
Reaching out, she firmly grasped his hand. "I know… it's surreal, trust me, I know. But I could really use my best friend right about now," she gently reminded him.
Ron had a tendency to let his anger get the best of him. She hoped that this wouldn't be the case. Recalling how awful their friendship had been in their fourth year, Hermione desperately hoped that something like that would never happen again. Running back and forth between the two was bloody awful.
Ron squeezed her hand. "I'm here for you, Hermione. And although none of us like it, we'll get through this together."
"That's right, Hermione," Harry said, putting his hand on top of theirs.
Hermione felt herself well up. "Oh boys," she said, smiling at them both. "Thank you for being so understanding."
"At least it's Sirius, right? I mean, he's a really nice guy and I'm sure he'll treat you really well," Harry said.
Ron nodded. "Maybe he'll help you be more fun."
Hermione laughed. "Yes, Sirius is loads of fun while I'm none… I get the picture Ron."
He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Just saying, Mione, you're a huge fan of the rules."
"Because rules are there for a reason," she explained, standing up. "But it's time for lunch, and I don't know about you two, but I'm starving."
"Maybe if you weren't out late last night, gallivanting with your future fiancé, you wouldn't be so hungry," Harry said, a teasing lilt in his voice.
"Yeah, yeah," she grumbled.
The three of them made their way towards the Great Hall. "Remember, not a word to anyone? Not even Ginny," she reminded them. This needed to stay a secret.
The three of them sat in their usual places.
"Feeling any better, Hermione?" Ginny asked, giving her a sympathetic smile.
Hermione frowned at the look of pity. She was getting rather sick of those looks. Yes, something unfortunate was happening, but it was out of her control. Making her feel bad wouldn't make things any better, not that anyone cared to realize that.
She simply smiled at Ginny, nodding. "Things will work themselves out, I'm sure." She wanted to sound confident, but not too confident.
"Well, if you need to talk, I'm here for you. I know what it's like to be surrounded by boys, and sometimes, you just need a girl to talk to."
"Oi!" Ron said, glaring at his sister.
She smirked at him. "Like I said, let me know if you need anything."
"Thank you, Ginny," Hermione said, more sincerely this time. She was lucky to have her friends looking out for her.
Turning to her food, Hermione just pushed it around her plate. She really wasn't that hungry with everything going on. However, she needed to eat or else Harry and Ron would be on her case. She took a couple bites, her thoughts drifting.
What about her parents? Was she supposed to tell them? A part of her wanted to. They were her parents… they deserved to be there on her "special" day. Daddy's little girl would only marry once and she wanted to share that happiness with her parents. They'd be so happy for her, although she wasn't sure if they would approve of Sirius.
Even without the age difference, Sirius wasn't the type of guy they'd approve of. He was more… dangerous? He wore leather jackets and drove a magical bicycle. He had even gone to jail! He'd throw himself headfirst into trouble, not really thinking through any of the consequences. And he was a womanizer… a huge womanizer.
But he was loyal. Sirius had proved his loyalty time and time again. Even after all these years, he still cared for James and Lily.
And Hermione respected him. After the Ministry had cleared his name, Sirius did his best to stay out of the limelight. He humbly accepted the Ministry's apology and let bygones be bygones.
But another part of Hermione didn't want her parents at the wedding. She felt that they might not understand.
When Hermione found out that she was a witch, her parents were happy for her, but it caused a rift in their relationship. She had assumed they felt left out a bit. She knew things that they didn't and she knew that worried them. All those parenting books had never prepared them for this.
She was sure they'd put up a huge fight about her getting married, even if she explained the situation twenty times over to them. Her parents were stubborn, just like she was. It was actually a family trait.
"Earth to Hermione," Harry said, waving his hand in front of her face.
"Hmmm?" she responded dreamily. She hadn't really been paying much attention to her surroundings.
"It's time for Transfiguration," Ron said, stuffing a cookie into his mouth.
Hermione nodded, grabbing her things before following her friends to Transfiguration.
Maybe afterwards she could talk to Professor McGonagall about the wedding?
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