Title: Wish You Were Standing Beside Me
Disclaimer: Well, if I owned HP… Sirius Black would have been my personal sex slave, but alas, he is not.
Summary: Hermione breaks up with Sirius because she wanted no one to find out about their relationship. But as time passes by Hermione realizes the mistake she made. Will she be able to right her wrongs? Or will Sirius let go this time? ShortStory. Sirius/Hermione.
Rating: Young Adult, but not really Teen, so it's Mature.
Chapter 1 - Time Passes By
Sirius ran toward her and pulled her in a passionate kiss, as they celebrated their own freedom. They were finally free. Free from Voldemort, free from the Ministry, and free to do whatever they wished. Hermione automatically wrapped her arms around the older man, deepening the already intense kiss. Gently they both broke apart, because oxygen seemed like a necessity. Sirius' eyes captured hers, his lips leaned in to place a lingering kiss on her forehead.
"I love you." he whispered, looking straight into her eyes, as if she was the most beautiful thing he ever laid his eyes on.
Hermione didn't answer, but leaned in to kiss him. But Sirius pulled away, his intense grey eyes holding her in place.
"Hermione, I do. I love you." Sirius whispered again, lightly brushing his lips on Hermione's neck.
Her amber eyes found his, and her eyes hardened. "No, Sirius. You can't." whispered Hermione.
Sirius' grey eyes dimmed, his face fighting a frown that was clawing to escape. "Why can't I Hermione?" asked Sirius, barely keeping the plead from his voice.
"Because Sirius, what we had was a fling. Nothing more. I don't love you, nor do you love me. It meant nothing." said Hermione, almost matter-a-factly, which made Sirius' heart clench.
His eyes closed as he took in the breath he had been holding. No, not out of relief, but out of pain. His grey eyes misted, behind his strong appearance.
"You mean to all me, all of this meant nothing. My touches, my kisses, my love?" Sirius almost whispered the last word.
Hermione shook her head, she didn't want this. She truly didn't, but she just didn't love Sirius. Heck, she didn't even know what love was. "It was a fling Sirius, nothing more. We are friends and we'll remain friends." said Hermione, a little harsher than she intended. 'Why did he have to bring this love crap up?' thought Hermione, but she knew anymore chances of sex with Sirius Black was well over.
Without being able to control his emotions, a stray tear slid down Sirius' face. "Nothing?" he spoke, his voice was almost unrecognizable, it sounded hurt, broken, and confused.
Hermione said nothing, and shook her head, and with a pop Sirius was gone.
Hermione awoke with a gasp. This was the 9th time she had this dream this week. Why does he continue to haunt him when he is no longer a part of her life. She sighed, and slowly got out of the bed. It was 6 a.m. already, and she couldn't afford to be late for work.
She slowly made her way to the bathroom, stumbling in the process. It was the same thing everyday. She was usually awakened by a dream of her and Sirius, then she goes to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and then of course work, and the whole procedure starts all over again.
It still seemed surreal to her, why did she still think about Sirius after all these years. I mean, really, it had been 5 years, since she laid eyes on the man, and yet his grey eyes still haunts her to this day. She could remember the pleading in his voice, she never heard him plead, only to her. He bowed his head only to her, and she pushed him away. Why? Because she didn't love him, or that's what she told herself.
Truth was she was scared. Scared of commitment from a man like Sirius, afraid that he'll one day leave her when he realizes she is nothing more than a common bookworm, afraid of what Harry, the Weasleys, and all her friends would say if she told them she was sleeping with Sirius Black. She was a coward, her Gryffindor lion had failed her when it came to Sirius Black.
, that name still doesn't hesitate to make her whole body chill all over.She had to admit that her relationship with Sirius hadn't been perfect, and truth be told it wasn't his fault at all. It was hers. She was the one who proposed to start a sexual relationship with Sirius not the other way around. Maybe his thoughts wouldn't have still lingered, if he was the one who seduced her. No, it was the other way around.
Hermione had been lusting for Sirius, way long before she was supposed to. Eyeing Sirius as if he was a piece of man candy she would love to have. And she went for it, and he couldn't turn her away.
That had started their affair.
She buttoned her robes, over her plain white shirt, and her plain black slacks. She took in a deep breath again, and apparated out of her apartment with a pop.
Hermione reappeared in the middle of the apparition hall. She said "Hello" to a few of her co-workers, and continued to walk to her office.
When she reached the office she saw the person she least excepted to see.
"Sage?" she asked, smiling at the emerald eyed, red haired girl with admiration.
The emerald eyed girl looked up at her, her freckled face smiling happily. Sage ran towards Hermione, and wrapped her arms around Hermione's legs. "Hi, Aunt Hermione!" exclaimed Sage.
Hermione smiled, and pressed her lips on Sage's forehead. "What are you doing here Sage?" asked Hermione sternly, but failing hardly. She could never be mad at Sage, even if she tried.
Sage smiled and looked up at her godmother. "Dad told me to stay put in his office, and you know how much I hate his office, so I decided to come to yours. It smells better. Dad's office smells funny." said Sage crinkling her nose. Hermione smiled, and picked Sage up, and placed two more cheeks on her cheek.
Suddenly a thought struck her. Hermione frowned. "Where is your father Sage?" asked Hermione rather sternly, loosing her air of happiness, that she had minutes ago.
"Went to Uncle Ron's office, for something important." answered Sage, looking thoughtful.
Hermione's face doubled over with anger. 'How dare that stupid git leave Sage by her self?' thought Hermione viciously.
Hermione took Sage's arm and led her out of her office. She was about to give Harry Potter a piece of her mind!
A disgruntled Hermione banged Harry's office door open. Harry looked hardly surprised as he saw the way Hermione practically broke open the door. Hermione was outraged.
"I knew Sage went to your office. Put a tracking charm on her. Did you really think I would leave her unattended?" asked Harry, a cheeky smile plastered on his face. A smile she hadn't seen in 5 years, since Sirius left.
Again images of Sirius clouded Hermione's mind. His smile, his smirk, his laugh, his tenderness, his touch, his kiss, and his love. The distorted images of Sirius cleared her mind once Harry spoke again.
"Wanna go to get breakfast? I know you haven't eaten, and neither have I. Ginny went to Romania for the 3 days, and I had to practically beg her to leave Sage with me. Plus I have something to tell you." said Harry.
"Gee, I wonder why you had to beg her Harry?" asked Hermione sarcastically.
Harry laughed and shrugged. "So you up for it or not? All Sage had this morning was burnt toast and milk." said Harry quietly.
Hermione glowered at Harry, while Sage laughed at her father. She loved it when he was in trouble. It left her off the hook for once.
The trio apparated to 'Fresh Olive's' a small cozy Italian restaurant that both Hermione and Sage loved. They ordered their food. Sage wanted to order a chocolate sundae, and Harry was about to let her, when a sharp smack hit him across the head by Hermione, Harry forced Sage to order omelet and orange juice. Hermione ordered a fruit and yogurt with pumpkin juice, while Harry requested the same but with a butterbeer on the side.
Harry looked at Hermione, a grin in his features that he hadn't had in ages. Of course he was happy but his smile was always missing something.
Hermione looked at Harry inquisitorially. "Why do you look so happy?" asked Hermione, her eyebrows raised. Then she caught herself and added "Not that it's a bad thing your happy."
Harry's smile grew wider. "Sirius is coming back!" yelled Harry, unable to hold it any longer.
The world froze. What? Her face paled inconsiderably, her mouth askew. No. It seemed as if her world was spinning, why now, why after all these years.
Harry was eyeing Hermione with an almost knowing look, she didn't notice.
"Look, he isn't coming for you if that's what you think. He just misses home." spat Harry, hating the discomfort in her eyes.
Her eyes widened. "Coming for me?" she whispered to herself. Her eyes grew large. "You knew?" accused Hermione.
"Of course I knew. Sirius told me." said Harry.
"Wha-? Why?" choked Hermione.
Harry sighed. "He told me the day after the way finished. How much he loved you, and when you guys started secretly seeing each other. He told me everything." said Harry quietly.
Hermione's face turned paler, and paler by Harry's every word. "That was the day before he left." whispered Hermione more to herself.
"Gee, I wonder why." said Harry sarcastically.
Hermione didn't answer. Her head bowed in shame. "Harry." she pleaded.
Harry stopped her. "No." He sighed. "I know it's not your fault, you didn't love him. He just thought you did." He paused, his emerald eyes were on the verge of glistening. "He never loved if he could help it Hermione, and he fell in love with you. It was hard for him to get rejected. And now thankfully he is over it." Harry met her gaze. "I just wanted to tell you, well, you know since your part of the family as well." finished Harry.
Hermione did nothing but smile faintly. The only thought that registered over and over in her head was the fact that Sirius Black was back.
A/N: Wow, that plot just came to me. This is probably be a short story. Not long. I don't think it'll be more than 6 chapters, maybe even less. The idea came to me, and I think I should go with it. Tell me what you think. A different approach from me isn't it? It was inspired by my other work, the "Illicit Affair" trilogy. So yeah. Idea came to me. Read and Review!
