Own Nothing.
Eight:
She sat in the back room, her office, locked away from everyone she really didn't want to talk to. Moriarty, Sherlock and Merlin forbid that John had gotten out of the hospital and came to see her. She left her phone on purpose, knowing Sherlock would have read it by now. It was around two in the afternoon now and she hadn't eaten yet, wanting to get more work down before she went home for the night, hopefully Sherlock and John would not be there, or at least asleep before she got there.
There was a knock on the door, and she looked up annoyed from her paper work. "I'm busy." She stated loud enough for the person to hear her.
"It's me." It was John, he was here.
She sighed, getting up and walking to the door. She unlocked it, opening it a little, "I didn't think you would want to talk to me."
"I'd like to talk, but I'd prefer to be inside your office." He replied, waiting for her to allow him in. She opened the door fully, watching as he walked in, a bag of food with him. "I stopped by Angelo's got something for your clerk Vanessa to, sweet girl."
"She probably think you have a thing for her now." Hermione replied, shutting the door.
"She has terrible taste in men, she thought Moriarty was cute when he stopped by." John stated, setting the food down on her desk.
"The shame." She replied sarcastically. "Why are you here?" She asked.
"We should talk, but first, you need to eat. Vanessa said that you haven't eaten anything today." John began taking things out of the bag.
"You and Vanessa seem to be good friends." Hermione muttered as he handed her, her food.
"Just like you and Moriarty?" John raised an eyebrow.
"Don't. He was playing with me just as much as the two of you."
"But you knew who he was." John shot back.
"And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. Okay, what do you want me to say John, that because we're flat mates that we're best friends?" Hermione glared at him, she walked around her desk to stand in front of him. "Because we're not really friends okay. I cannot not trust myself to trust someone to trust me in return."
"That doesn't even make sense." John shouted.
"I have told you nothing about myself to make you trust me, the three of us live together, but what makes you think we can trust each other?"
"Because, you're broken just like me. You're brilliant just like Sherlock, the three of us are meant to be together." He whispered, looking down at her.
Hermione sighed, stepping back. "Maybe being together isn't as important anymore. Friends leave John, why should I stay and watch this blow up."
"Funny choice of words." He muttered. "What happened?"
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, seating down in her seat and John pulled one of the others chairs closer to her desk.
"Sherlock thinks that something happened, something to make you move away from your old life."
"Grew up, John. It's just that simple." She replied, looking down at her food. Just simple spaghetti and meat sauce, his to. "I was suppose to marry my best friend, every one thought we were meant to be. But he was in love with someone else."
"Then why did he ask you to marry him?"
"He didn't really, we've been dating for so long, his mum planned the whole thing, all we had to do is show up and saw the vows. I paid for everything to."
"Hardly seems fair."
"It really wasn't, I was in love with him though, and the whole three years we've been together he was cheating on me with one of the girls we went to school with, Lavender Brown. She was pregnant, with her second child. Showed up to the wedding as one of his guests. I couldn't take it anymore. I broke it off at the alter when I saw him staring at her. His family was furious with me, screaming and shouting as I walked away."
"Why, he was the one cheating, you didn't do anything."
"The way it was spun around was that he was upset and slept with Lavender after the wedding, he was faithful to me the whole time. But she was well over three months by our wedding. Every one took his side though, even Harry. He was like my brother, both of our parents were both dead. But he sided with Ron, it was a big battle. George, Ron's older brother. He sided with me, because he had seen the two of them together. Many times."
"So you have him on your side." John replied, giving her a soft smile.
"Yea, but it just hurts, after almost ten years of being apart of the family, going to school with them, they just turned on me. It was in the papers and everything. So I just left, been traveling places, never staying close to people, opening new bookstores as I go."
"I think you've been doing pretty good for yourself." John stated as Hermione handed him a water from her small fridge.
"Thanks. I like living with you two, but I worry that I'm getting attached."
"Maybe, now I don't know about Sherlock. But maybe it would be better for you to be attached." He smiled. "I'd like you to feel at home with us."
"I do. John, but I feel like I betrayed you by not saying anything about Moriarty."
"You did in a way. But Sherlock forgave you, I can to." He wiped his mouth off with a napkin. "Hermione, I like you. More then friends should. And according to Sherlock, he likes you to."
"Sarah broke up with you." She stated, sitting back in her chair, looking at him.
"How did you know?"
"You're too loyal, you wouldn't be saying this if you were still with Sarah. But it's a bit quick for a rebound, and I'm the worst possible choice for it."
"No, you're not." He stated. "I've liked you since you first walked into our lives, Sherlock's always said he was married to his work before he met us. He's confused as hell as to what to do. He has feelings for the both of us, from what I figure. He's very attractive in his own right as well."
"What are you saying John?"
"Think about it. We're never far away if you need either of us Hermione."
