A/N: Something that popped in to my head a while back that I wrote down whilst drunk at 4am, I've decided to post it as it has potential. If I continue it will be a time travel story, they've been done a million times over but hopefully this won't be like all the rest of them. Also I'm not sure how old Hermione was prior to Sirius' death but sixteen seemed better (slightly more realistic) Read and review, let me know what you want to see happen and what you like and or dislike,
Much love, logichasnoplacehere xo
What if he left her, what if one night was all they had? What if she wasn't as innocent as they thought?
Hermione sat on her door step as she pulled a ciggertte out of the packet before her and took a sip of her fire whiskey. She reflected on his touch, how bad yet completely right it had felt, his calloused hands running over her hips and stroking her thighs. She knew if Harry and Ron ever found out they would be appalled, the man they saw as a father had taken their hermione right under their noses. But he was gone now behind the veil, to face death or whatever awaited him in that mysterious limbo of sorts.
She missed him more and more as the days passed, it was hard not to show just how much she missed him. After all no one knew quite how close the were. She hated to think off the repercussions if anyone found out, after all she was only just sixteen not legal in the wizarding or muggle worlds. She heard footsteps inside and quickly put out her cigarette with a quiet splutter she had taken up smoking after he died. Four long months had passed since then and Harry still seemed vacant, lost in his grief. He stayed in his room except for meal times when he slumped down The stairs, ate and spoke as little as possible then disappeared once more.
Hermione pitied him. The boy was at a loss without his godfather the only true parental figure he had, sure there was Molly Weasley or Dumbledore but both of them had their own families or burdens to deal with. And She knew Harry didn't want to impose. She had offered him to stay at her house over the holidays but he had refused, personally she thought he was staying with the Dursleys to punish himself. Until the Weasleys demanded he come visit.
He never stated it out loud but she could she be blamed himself for Sirius' death. She wished there was something anything she could do to help him. He was like a brother to Hermione. She stood brushing herself off and watching the beginnings of daylight stream in through the trees around her. She thought she heard a gnome snort somewhere in the distance. She headed back inside to complete her history of magic essay on Wilbert the Wild before the Weasleys and Harry woke up. The we're having a small memorial service with the few people who knew of Sirius' innocence.
It would be a very somber and short affair, Hermione knew how hard it world be for Harry but hopefully it could give him some closure at least as much closure as he could have with out a body or any proof of death. Hermione wondered sometimes in her weaker moments if he really was gone after all no one knew what exactly lay beyond the veil or what it's purpose was. Many theories had been given over the years, some more plausible then others. The commonly accepted theory was the veil held death. A sort of passing over point for the newly departed.
All she knew was that everyone who had written about or been in its presence was very wary of it and felt it was best left alone. Hermione how ever had different ideas. Tomorrow after the service they were to return to 12 Grimmauld place to hear Sirius' woollies be read and tidy up a little decide what to do with Kreacher. During this time Hermione planned to sneak off to the black library and see what she could find in the dark and questionable tomes about the veil or any similar objects. The plan left quite a bit to desire but she couldn't stand to see Harry in such pain and if it brought them both a little closure then all the better.
Hermione drained her Firewhiskey and silently poured another miXing it with the little bottle of ginger beer she had brought at the muggle store a mile down the road. She went over her plan once more while she drank before rinsing out the glass tumbler and returning it to its proper place so the Weasleys or Harry wouldn't notice. This routine had been going on the past few months and no one was any wiser, although Ginny had asked why Hermione's breath smelt so funny a few days prior which she had just shrugged off and Ginny had said nothing more on the subject. Hermione assumed Ginny was more concerned with Harry's current state to notice we hay was going on under her nose.
Hermione quietly began to climb the stairs when she heard a door opening and saw Harry quietly tip toeing out of Ron's bedroom, he hadn't noticed her yet so she cleared her throat.
"Can't sleep?" she posed, it wasn't really a question, she knew Harry wasn't sleeping and when he did manage to he was soon woken by night terrors. If her plan worked Harry wouldn't have to worry much longer.
"Nope." Came the groggy reply as Harry stumbled down to the kitchen. Hermione didn't follow knowing he would want peace and quiet, besides she had a plan ago fine tune before the reading of the will. She smiled to herself as she considered the possibilities...