Not So Secret Affairs
Chapter 2
AN: Hey how was the first chapter, I hope you liked it, because I had fun writing it, for the most part. Well here's chapters 2 enjoy.
Just incase nobody notices I love Remus and Sirius …..
Recap:
" Yeah well, you guys have my permission to 'pursue' her as long as none of you hurt her in any way, because Hermione is like my sister and I don't like to see her hurt." Harry pressed.
Sirius and Remus looked at Harry and Sirius snorted before giving Harry a funny look, Harry was confused and so was Remus neither of them knew what was wrong, Sirius answered their unasked question.
" I was 'Pursuing' Hermione as you call it, with your permission or not Harry." Sirius replied cockily while he shot a glare at Remus.
" Well what's going on between you two." Harry asked suspiciously.
" What do you mean." Asked Remus, speaking for the first time since the conversation started.
" I mean the glares you keep throwing each other." Harry stated mater-of-factly, looking between each of the men in front of him.
" Its nothing, just a little friendly competition." Snapped an aggravated Sirius.
" Friendly competition." Harry and Remus questioned simultaneously.
" What do you mean, 'Friendly competition?' " Harry asked.
" HE'S TRYING TO STEAL MY WOMAN." Sirius whined pointing at Remus childishly.
" WHAT."
Hermione woke early Saturday morning and got a shower before Remus or Sirius awoke in the hope she would have a fresh start to the morning without any flirting.
An hour later Hermione was refreshed and ready to face the day ahead of her, or more likely ready to face Remus and Sirius. Hermione walked out of her room daydreaming again when she walked into something solid and was knocked unceremoniously to the ground.
Hermione looked up from her new position on the ground to find an amused Remus looking down at her in only a towel, his chest glistening with pearls of water slowly receding into the towel, wrapped loosely around his waist.
' Why does he have to be a morning person, eugh.' Hermione thought to herself groaning inwardly.
Remus leaned down to help Hermione up and pulled her to her feet and flush against his chest, she shuddered at their lose proximity and looked from his broad chest into his amber eyes.
He looked considerably healthier since Voldemort was defeated and had gained a little more weight, so he did not look so malnourished.
Hermione had not realised she was just blatantly staring at Remus, but his soft chuckle brought her back to reality.
She smiled weakly at him, a blush steadily making its way across her bronze cheeks, but he still held her close to his half naked body, in a tight embrace.
Remus took a chance, he leaned down and took Hermione's lips with his and kissed her pressing his lips against hers passionately..
It took Hermione only a second to realize what was happening and she responded to the kiss, she opened her mouth slightly as Remus ran his tongue over her bottom lip gently tugging on it with his teeth begging for entrance, she opened her mouth further and allowed him to deepen the kiss.
After the necessity of air became apparent Hermione pulled away looking flustered, and smiled at each other. Remus satisfied, bid Hermione goodbye and left to get dressed.
Hermione stood in the empty hallway for a few minutes just thinking.
On the outside Hermione appeared to be the same as she always was in personality, but on the inside, she knew the near death experience had changed her.
She had become reckless after she learned to trust men again and she had slept with her fair share of men, never as careful as she once was. She would pick handsome men up in bars, something the old Hermione would never do, she had also become accustomed to drinking to help her forget, but the next morning the repercussions always came back, ten fold.
She never brought up the past and would blank out if anyone else did; she refused to think of the past, as it only reminded her of how weak she really was.
She couldn't even protect her own family from a few Death Eaters when she had fought Voldemort, she had helped destroy one of the more powerful evil wizards yet she couldn't stop a few of his measly minions and her family was brutally murdered while she was beaten and raped and left for dead.
That was something Hermione refused to remember, she had considered obliviating herself but thought she needed the memory to make her stronger, to just have it in her mind should she ever need it later, no matter how painful the memory.
Hermione slowly made her way down to the kitchen care full not to wake Mrs. Blacks portrait on her way. When she entered the kitchen, there was no one there, Remus was still getting dressed and Sirius often slept till past noon. Lazy Git.
A half hour had passed and still nobody had entered the kitchen, nor made any type of noise throughout the house (not that she was waiting on anyone). Hermione stood from her place at the table abandoning her coffee and walked over to the fireplace, she began searching through a small cupboard near the hearth of the fire for some floo powder.
After she found the bag of glittering dust, she threw a pinch into the fire and stepped in shouting Potter Manor. There was a flurry of colours and shapes, and Hermione began to feel dizzy, when she finally landed in the Potter fireplace in the living room.
Looking around Hermione seen no one around, so thinking everyone was still in bed Hermione walked up towards Harry and Ginny's room careful to not make too much noise going past Aleisha's room.
Hermione stood outside a large set of French double doors the intricate designs wove delicately, around the small windows near the top of the door.
Thinking, Hermione placed her fist close to the door ready to knock, there was no noise coming from the room so she suspected them to be still sleeping soundly in bed.
Hermione knocked twice when she didn't get an answer she pushed the door open to reveal two of her best friends in a very compromising position, Ginny was lying underneath Harry, her hair sprayed out over the pillow, Harry's back was facing Hermione as he trust deeply inside Ginny, the moaning and mewing became clear inside the room.
Hermione turned to walk away quickly before she was caught; she was blushing terribly, while trying to contain her giggles until she left the room.
Just as she was about to close the door, Ginny called out " Hermione Danielle Granger, you better be down stairs when I come down, now get OUT."
Hermione blushed a deep shade of crimson before shutting the door quietly behind her; she turned to go back downstairs when she was faced with the small and cute Aleisha Potter.
" You're not allowed in Mummy and Daddy's room without asking Aunty Mione, that's bad." Aleisha scolded.
" Sorry darling, I was looking for your mummy but I couldn't find her downstairs." Hermione said gently.
" Its ok, Mummy is always nice to me when I go into her room without asking. Come on." Aleisha said.
Aleisha grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her down the large staircase, towards the living room. Hermione followed quietly not asking the little girl where she was taking her.
Hermion loved Aleisha, as if she was her own daughter, she often brought her to the park, or to get ice cream sometimes she just brought her to Grimmaul place, in case Harry and Ginny wanted time alone.
When they arrived at the living room, Aleisha directed Hermione towards a chair while she searched through a big box of toys, occasionally throwing things onto the floor.
Hermione was still thinking about what she walked in on, and what Ginny would say when she got down, Ginny wouldn't be mad, they had both walked in on each other before so it was only natural for Hermione to have done it again.
Hermione was brought back to reality by a small tugging on her sleeve, Aleisha was holding two small dollies in her hands, and she gave one to Hermione and sat down beside her.
" This is Mione, I named her after you, because you're my favourite and your Mummy's friend." Aleisha was pointing to the small doll in her hands wearing a frilly purple dress with odd shoes, its golden blonde hair in braids and a small tiara on top her head.
" And that one there is uncle Sirius, but I don't have a prince, so he can be the pretty Princess." Aleisha was pointing to the other small doll with a silver white wedding dress on with long gloves and small white shoes.
Hermione laughed when she seen Sirius, he would love to see himself represented by his niece as a pretty Princess.
" Sirius makes a lovely Pretty Princess, you should show him when he comes over later." Hermione said slyly.
Aleisha giggled but was stopped from answering when Ginny came down the stairs with an amused look on her face, staring at Hermione and Aleisha.
Aleisha ran over to her mother and engulfed her in a hug, then tried to drag her over to play dollies with her aunty Hermione.
" Hermione Jane Granger, what has happened this time that has you barging into my room at this time in the morning." Ginny shouted from the stairs.
" Uh, um….. well you see. Its uh."
" Aleisha, ask Dinky to play dollies I need to talk to aunty Mione for a moment. " Ginny said.
Ginny walked toward the kitchen and Hermione followed closely behind her looking guiltily at the tiles as she walked. Ginny sat down at the counter preparing herself a cup of coffee while avoiding Hermione's glances.
" Have fun." Hermione asked innocently.
Ginny glared at her older friend for a few moments before looking away smiling, trying to cover her blush. She was busying herself with her coffee trying to contain the blush that had now gone from a spattering of pink to staining her cheeks crimson.
" I take that as a yes." Hermione laughed heartily, as Ginny's face burned a deeper shade of crimson than Hermione thought possible, Ginny still didn't answer.
" Ginny how long have we been married, and how many times has mione walked in on us and you still blush like a first year Hufflepuff after their first real kiss." Harry said laughing from the doorway.
Harry shrugged off his wife's glare and turned to his best friend, since first year smiling, Hermione walked over to him and embraced him like an old friend.
" So how is my devilishly handsome god fathers, treating you Mione." Harry asked amusedly as she scowled and pulled away from him.
" Harry your not gay are you." Hermione and Ginny asked in unison, laughing, before shutting up noting Harry's glare.
" Never question a man's masculinity." Harry scolded, hiding a smile.
Hermione plopped herself down at the kitchen table scowling at the table, she could her a faint laugh coming from the corner and figured it was Harry, because she hadn't heard him move from the door yet.
Hermione looked up and caught Ginny's gaze, a slight flush danced across Hermione's cheeks, and Ginny's eyes flew open and she screamed.
Harry looked between his wife and best friend confusion written clearly across his face, Harry merely sighed and left the kitchen muttering about ' Crazy women.' And went to find his daughter.
When Harry left and the door was firmly shut behind him Ginny squealed and jumped up pulling Hermione up with her hugging her, offering her words of comfort.
When she was finally finished comforting Hermione she asked, " So what happened."
Hermione smiled at Ginny, she was the only one who seemed to understand what was wrong with her and what she wanted to say before she even opened her mouth. They shared a special bond from being so close during the war.
" My head is messed up, Stupid Marauders, messing with my brain, ill show them." Hermione muttered darkly.
" What are you talking about Hermione, did som… Remus kissed you didn't he." Ginny asked wide eyed, and smiling at her knowingly. " I had a feeling he was going to make a move soon, Sirius's turn was already up."
" Ginny now your making no sense, they're the infamous Marauders, they're just messing with my head, its not as if they actually like me, were just teasing each other." Hermione said.
" For the smartest witch of her age, your pretty dumb Hermione." Ginny said smiling cheekily." Anyways what brought you to my humble abode, at this god forsaken hour."
" I needed to get out of that house and you're my best friend and I thought you might want to go out shopping so I can get my mind off Sirius and Remus." Hermione said looking at Ginny pleadingly.
" You had me at shopping." Ginny said smiling." I'll leave Aleisha with Harry and we'll leave ok.
Hours later Hermione stumbled into Grimmauld place with Ginny laughing, it was already six o clock and they had been out shopping since eight o clock earlier that morning.
Both girls arms were laden with shopping bags of all shapes and colours, they had gone to Diagon alley and muggle London for their shopping trip.
" Thanks Ginny, I really needed that." Hermione smiled at her best girlfriend.
" Its ok Hermione, anytime you need a partner in crime, I'm here ok." Ginny hugged Hermione before walking into the sitting room grabbing floo powder and shouting 'Potter Manor'.
" Where have you been?" a voice from behind her said, Hermione turned around and was faced with one of the people she had been trying to avoid all day.
" Trying to avoid you." Hermione muttered before looking up and smiling at him." Have a good day Sirius?" Hermione questioned before pushing past him and up the stars to her room before he could even answer.
Sirius watched Hermione walk away, well watched her ass walk away to be precise. He was falling for her, he knew it and fast, But Remus was falling for her as well and he was not willing to sacrifice a thirty-year-old friendship for something that might not last.
Their little game had been going on since Hermione came to Grimmauld place, looking slightly battered but with a completely new outlook on life. Remus and Sirius would take their chances at teasing Hermione, or giving her a kiss that caught her off guard. Hermione done the same she would mess with their heads, wear revealing clothing when she was doing the most simple things like dusting, she would bend over slowly to reach the bottom shelves before popping back up and excusing herself saying she hadn't seen them.
The game was getting out of control, but that is all it started as, a Game, nothing more than something to pass the time. We are all adults and can handle a little playful flirting.
Sirius or Remus usually started the teasing but Hermione knew how to push their buttons, not that it was very hard.
Dinnertime was ready and Remus was once again stuck in the kitchen, since nobody was bothering themselves to ask if he needed or even wanted any help.
After setting, the table for three, charming the knives to chop and the pots to stir and simmer Remus went looking for Hermione and Sirius.
Walking up to the second floor he knocked on Hermione's door, it was slightly open so he pushed it open. Hermione was fast asleep in bed, Remus sighed and closed her door over before tracking his way up to the third floor to Sirius' bedroom.
When he made his way up, he knocked on Sirius' door, waiting for him to answer, when he did Remus told him Dinner and walked back down the flights of stairs to the basement to prepare dinner, muttering about needing owls in the house.
Remus and Sirius spent dinner discussing the order, there hadn't been a meeting in a week but there was one approaching. In two days, the whole Order will have a meeting discussing what will be done about Luscius Malfoy, the manna-be Dark lord.
Upstairs Hermione was sitting up in bed silent tears running down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy from the crying and her voice was cracking from the sobs that wracked her tiny frame. She heard Remus coming into her room and feigned sleep. She wasn't in the mood for dinner tonight.
Hermione was thinking about her parents, she swore to herself to forget them, to never think of them again, it was all in the past, the past made you weak.
She jumped off her bed and walked over to her wardrobe; opening the doors carefully, she pushed the clothes out of the way and knocked on the back of the wardrobe three times. A secret hiding space opened to reveal a bottle of fire whiskey.
She pulled the lid off and tipped her head backwards taking two large gulps, the fiery liquid was burning a trail down the back of her throat causing some blisters to form.
Hermione ignored the burning pain and took another swig, not even caring to use a glass, like civilised people. All she wanted to do was forget and fire whiskey was the best was way to forget.
Hermione drank and drank, occasionally charming the bottle to refill when the last drop was gone. Hermione had long since passed the point of wanting to forget, she was now completely intoxicated, she could no longer stand, so she lay in bed the bottle lay on the ground and Hermione fell into unconsciousness.
The next morning she was woken by the sun hitting her face, somebody had drawn the curtains in her room. Hermione tried to sit up gingerly, before the pain in her head caused her to fall back against the pillows groaning in pain.
She turned over burring her face in her pillow cursing, a deep chuckle could be heard from the doorway and Hermione peaked out to see who it was.
" Fuck." She cursed as a beam of light hit her in the eye causing her to retreat to her den.
Sirius moved into the room, closing the curtains slightly to block most of the sunlight, and placed something on her dresser.
Hermione looked up to see a goblet of steaming clear liquid, and she looked up at Sirius questioningly.
" Hangover potion." He answered smiling." I saw the fire whiskey bottle, on your floor earlier."
Hermione sat up and downed the potion; she wrinkled her nose up in disgust as the foul potion ran down her throat and into her stomach, relieving her of all her symptoms.
" I love you right now." Hermione muttered, holding her head still.
Sirius smiled at her before chuckling, this wasn't the first time he had to bring Hermione a hangover potion early in the morning. She made it a regular occurrence to get blindly drunk and pass out in her room after refusing to see anybody the day before.
Sirius and Remus always worried about Hermione when she would do this, though knowing she was a grown woman they could not stop her, she could do what she wanted.
Remus suspected something was wrong with her, and she was not getting drunk simply for pleasure. Sirius on the other hand was completely oblivious and continued to say she just wants to have a good time, though you could see the worry shinning in his eyes.
Hermione had been to see numerous healers, after the war, most people thought there was something physically wrong with her, but they were wrong, Hermione had suffered allot of mental damage.
The Healers said she would be fine though she would one day snap, they said it should only take a few days, but that was years ago and Hermione has been on edge and deteriorating since.
Since Ginny had been sworn to secrecy, she could not tell anyone and everyone else thought she was simply having a bad day, where she would drink herself to sleep and wake up good as new until next week when it happened all over again.
Later that day Hermione came down the stairs, wearing a pair of tight low rise denim jeans and a white halter-top and white stilettos, she was wearing silver locked, bracelet, and simple silver earrings. Her hair was done up in an elegant knot, like the Yule ball in fourth year.
When Hermione, walked into the kitchen for breakfast that morning she had a bright smile on her face, and beamed at the occupants of the Kitchen, though the smile never reached her eyes.
Everybody beamed back at her, thinking nothing of the personality change from yesterday, Hermione sat down to have breakfast without a word to the others.
The others noticed a small bandage on the crook of her arm but dismissed it as breakfast progressed.
After breakfast, she stood grabbing her cloak and leaving the kitchen before any questions could be asked.
When she was outside Grimmauld place, she apparated to Diagon alley, she hurried along the busy streets; they had been blooming with life since Voldemort had died. Nobody was taking the threat of Luscius Malfoy very seriously.
She hurried along the street to Gringotts wizarding bank. She walked inside, the doors held open for her by two goblins.
Hermione walked straight up to Scrimgor and handed him her key. He looked at the key closely before calling a goblin named Griphook over.
" Take her to vault 15." Scrimgor said, Griphook's eyes widened before grabbing the key and scurrying off, ushering Hermione in front of him.
Vault 15 was one of the larger vaults guarded by Dragons, and was close to where the founders vaults were. During the war Hermione had found out Harry was the heir of Gryffindor and that she was in fact the heir of Rowena Ravenclaw herself.
Hermione's mother had been a squib from a pureblooded family and had married a muggle and moved to muggle London, for safety. So Hermione was actually a half blood witch, still better than a mudblood.
Hermione, had never touched the vaults she inherited from Rowena, she used her own vault, she had accumulated, a large amount of gold, from working, her parents and war royalties, for being part of the golden trio that brought Lord Voldemort to his demise.
They stepped into a small cart, and after 15 minutes of twist and turns and dips and passing dragons, they had arrived at number 15.
" Lamp please." Griphook said from below Hermione, she lifted the small lamp up and handed it to him. " Key please." This time Hermione held the lamp up while the goblin twisted the key in the lock.
When there was a small click, Griphook dragged his nail down the centre of the door, then pouring some potion onto the door. When he was finished the vault door swung open to reveal a small room with three doors.
Hermione walked through the middle door, which led to her gold; she filled a large sack with money and shrunk it, placing it in her pocket.
She moved out of the room and into the other on her left, this room was covered from wall to wall in old texts and tombs. Some of the tombs were in Rowena's hand, which Hermione had been studying. Others were old dark and light texts that she had gathered over the years.
She walked carefully through the rows of books, placing her finger on one large black book, with what looked like backwards writing on it in silver ink. Hermione shrunk the book, placed it in her pocket before walking back out of the vault.
When Hermione exited the bank she was careful to lift up her hood before anyone seen her. She walked quickly through the less crowded streets and into Knockturn alley.
She walked quickly, ignoring the glares from those who dwelled in the dark eerie alley, she turned left and walked up another alleyway to turn right again.
She was soon in front of an old Dark arts shop, not known to many, other that those either brave enough or stupid enough to enter.
A Vampire named Vladimir that was hundreds of years old, and did not like customers very much owned the shop. He had a price for entering his shop, a pint of blood to enter; luckily, Hermione had extracted the blood before she left the house so she would not be walking around with vampire fang marks in her neck.
Hermione, paid the price for entering the shop and walked up to the counter confidently, her hood still masking her face.
" I need a potion."
AN: Well that's it, I know the story is getting a little dark but it is all-apart of the plot and everything has a meaning. Stay tuned till next time…
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