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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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Hermione lay in bed, a frown etched upon her face. She knew she should probably get up, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Any moment now, the rest of her housemates would be getting up and she just didn't want to deal with any of them.
Closing her eyes, she softly began to recite the three Rs of Apparition. She needed to do something to keep her from crying out in frustration.
Sure enough, moments later Hermione heard the rest of the beds creak. The others were awake.
"Pst, Parvati?" Lavender's high pitched voice called out. Even when the girl was trying to be quiet, it still sounded like she was shouting in your ear. Hermione trembled, ignoring the nails on a chalkboard like sound.
"Yes Lav?" Parvati replied, her bed squeaking as she sat up.
"Do you think Hermione's awake?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Even if she was sleeping, their conversation would have woken her up. She was tempted to snap at them, but simply kept her eyes closed, glad that she had drawn her curtains the night before.
"I'm not sure, but we should probably let her sleep, poor thing," Parvati replied, her voice filled with sympathy.
Hermione's hands curled into fists. Didn't they realize that in a few months, they would be subjected to the same thing? Stupid girls.
"What if she has to marry a Slytherin?" Lavender asked, the disdain evident in her voice.
"I'd rather die," Parvati said dramatically.
"You know, she doesn't really have a choice," Fay snapped at the two gossiping girls. "And why don't you leave her be? She has enough going on without dealing with your vapid gossiping."
"There's no need to be so rude, Fay," Lavender said coolly.
"We were only speculating," Parvati added.
"Well do it elsewhere!" the usually quiet girl snapped.
Two beds squeaked and it sounded like Lavender and Parvati were leaving. Hermione could have sworn she heard the word "bitch" muttered under Lavender's breath.
She really didn't understand how two girls could be so rude and shallow. Did they seriously have nothing better to do than bother everyone else and spread lies?
"They're gone, Hermione," Fay said.
Hermione sat up, pulling back the curtains. "How did you know I was awake?"
Fay smiled. "I could practically feel your frustration with those two."
"Yes, well, they're idiots."
Fay nodded in agreement. "Well, I'm going down to breakfast, but I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything, you can talk to me… I got my letter yesterday."
Hermione's expression softened. "I'm sorry, Fay."
She shrugged. "It's all right. My older brother's friend pulled some strings so we'll be getting married. He's rather nice though, so I'm not too worried."
"That's good."
"Don't worry though; I'm sure whomever you marry will treat you rather nice too, Hermione."
"Mmmm," she replied, losing herself in her thoughts. "I'm actually going to stay in bed for a bit, if that's all right."
"Of course," Fay said, standing up. "I'll see you later, Hermione."
"Bye," she mumbled in reply before lying back down in bed. She didn't want to get up, and she certainly didn't want to think about her impending marriage.
She wished she had more time… not that it would really change anything. But it all felt so sudden… so forced.
Because it is, she bitterly reminded herself.
A small part of Hermione was tempted to just run. If she ran, she wouldn't have to marry or go to Azkaban… she would just be free.
But she couldn't. She couldn't just leave Harry when he needed her most. She couldn't turn her back on all the people counting on her. And she certainly couldn't leave Sirius in a mess. Because he, too, was being affected by the law.
And she was sure his ego would take a serious blow if she ran off right before their wedding.
Hermione rolled over, burying her face into her pillow. A frustrated groan escaped her lips and in a moment of anger she punched the mattress.
Why her? It just wasn't fair. Of course Hermione was well aware that life wasn't ever fair.
She knew she was lucky that Sirius had agreed to marry her. While there were a million different reasons she'd never have picked him under normal circumstances, she could think of millions of reasons she should pick him under this circumstance.
Sirius often joked around with others, but Hermione knew when push came to shove, he'd stand up for her. At the Ministry Battle, he had dueled both Bellatrix and Lucius with a fierceness she had never seen before. A fierceness that demonstrated his loyalty to Harry.
Hermione wondered if Sirius would ever show that loyalty to her. She imagined that he would, and the thought of him fighting for her sent butterflies through her stomach.
Sirius was a nice man, and she was sure in time that maybe things would be different… maybe they wouldn't be so forced? She was sure she could probably grow to love him, assuming he treated her well.
But she couldn't simply stay in bed all morning, despite how much she wanted to. She did have a life that she needed to get to. So with a groan, she rolled out of bed and quickly showered. By the time she finished getting ready, she managed to get to the Great Hall to catch the last ten minutes of breakfast.
"Hey Hermione, you slept late," Ron commented, a few crumbs of toast scattered all over his face.
She nodded. "I just needed some time to myself… to think things over, you know?"
Ron and Harry nodded.
"Are you going to classes today?" Harry asked, looking at her carefully.
She nodded. "Yes, I'm going to Charms and then going to Professor McGonagall's office. I think we will be going dress shopping."
"Oh, dress shopping?" Ginny squealed a bit too loudly. The redhead scooted closer, smiling mischievously. "Do you think I could come, Hermione?"
Hermione bit her lip, but nodded. "I suppose so, but Ginny, you can't tell anyone. It has to deal with you know what."
Ginny's brown eyes widened, and she quickly nodded. "My lips are sealed."
"Great," Hermione said, smiling. "Why don't you grab Luna too? Might as well have the two of you be my bridesmaids."
Ginny threw her arms around Hermione. "Thank you, thank you!"
Hermione giggled, patting Ginny on the back. "It's really not that big of a deal."
"Not a big deal?" she asked, disbelief in her voice. "Hermione," she said, pushing Ron aside so she could scoot closer. "You're getting married, and that is a very big deal."
"Yeah?"
"Of course it is! I'll meet you at McGonagall's with Luna and you can fill us in."
Hermione nodded, leaning close. "It's sort of Order business, which is why I haven't been able to really tell you yet. But I promise you'll find out later."
Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione, giving her a tight squeeze. "I love you, Hermione, and I'll always be here for you."
"Thanks, Gin," she replied, smiling at her. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes and desperately wished they'd go away. Hermione was sick of crying all the time.
"Come on, time for Charms," Harry said, standing and slinging his book bag over his shoulders.
The trio bid goodbye to Ginny before making their way towards the second floor Charms classroom. Walking inside, the three of them took their usual seats.
Charms used to be Hermione's favourite class. It was so interesting, learning all the different spells and charms. It was very similar to Transfiguration, but more relaxed. There was more room for personal development and creation in this class, something Hermione wasn't really used too. Charms provided her a chance to explore herself in ways that other classes didn't. Plus, Professor Flitwick was adorable and a very good teacher in her opinion. However, once she started to take Arithmancy, that quickly took the spot of her favourite subject.
But Charms was a close second, so she eagerly sat there in her chair, waiting for the lesson to begin.
A small squeak drew everyone's attention to the front of the classroom. Professor Flitwick was staring at them all, a smile on his face. "Hello everyone! Today we're going to continue working on the Water-Making spell, also known as the Aguamenti Spell. But as we practice, there is one important thing to remember: the charm can be anything from a simple jet of water to a wave, all depending on the caster's concentration and intentions. So please, be careful and courteous to your neighbours!"
Ron leaned over, whispering, "What do you think would happen if we accidentally washed Malfoy away in a tidal wave?"
Harry let out a laugh and Hermione bit her lip, trying to keep from giggling. "Let's see if you can do it first, Ronald," Hermione replied, a teasing hint to her voice.
"Of course I can do it!" Ron protested. Standing up, he stood a few feet away from the two of them. He waved his wand, calling out, "Aguamenti!"
A couple drops of water fell from the tip of his wand.
Hermione and Harry burst into laughter.
"Nice try, Mr Weasley," Professor Flitwick commented, walking by. "Just try practicing the wand movements first though to get the hang of that."
"Nice tidal wave, Ron," Harry said, a wild grin on his face.
"Shut it," he snapped at his two best friends, his face quickly turning red.
Rolling her eyes, Hermione went over to help him correct his wand movements, much like she did in their first year.
Maybe not much has changed, she thought to herself, smiling sadly despite knowing that so much had.
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