A/N Thanks to Grande.Vanilla.Skim.Latte for the throwing salt line and Remuslives for reminding me of flashing eyes - i couldn't be bothered rewriting it so it reads a little awkward...
There is a lot of talking/yelling in this chapter but read through and the next chapter won't be so angry and hurtful...
Oh and this chapter has a naughty 'f' word in it, sorry...
"You're not pregnant are you?" Sirius asked as soon as Hermione opened her eyes. She snorted and batted away his hand that was dabbing her face with a wet cloth.
"Of course she isn't," Remus snapped to the left of her.
"I hope she isn't," Dean added, looking pale to the right of her. Well, as pale as he could with his dark skin.
"I'm just stressed from ex-boyfriends and lovers attacking me!" she said looking pointedly between Remus and Sirius. Sirius blushed and looked away but Remus just glared back. Dean looked awkward and out of place.
She looked around the room and realised she was in the Weasley living room. Outside the party went on and Tonks hovered by the doorway.
Hermione suddenly became aware of a stinging and looked down at herself to find she was covered in many cuts, some of them quite deep.
She hissed as Sirius wiped at some blood.
Remus' anger at them only increased as he watched the how gentle and careful Sirius was with her. Dean too was watching the pair, a look of concentration.
Uh oh, looks like Hermione is going to be short one boyfriend by the end of the night. Then you can ditch that blithering idiot and get back with Hermione.
Remus shook his head of the wolf's thoughts. The full moon was still a week away but the more unhappy Remus was, the more often his alternate personality would rear its ugly head. And yes, Remus was unhappy. Tonks was a nice girl but at the end of the day, there was no spark. He had a quiet bedroom and he wanted his loud, Hermione-filled bedroom back. At least he did until he realised just exactly what Sirius and Hermione had been arguing about.
Now he didn't know what he wanted.
"Alright, everyone out!" Mrs Weasley called as she entered the room holding a bowl of water, a cloth and some smelly ointment. Tonks was the first to leave, happily exiting the tense room. With a kiss to her forehead Dean was the next to go. Sirius lingered, waiting for Remus to leave also but Remus remained stubbornly in his seat. Glaring at his old friend Sirius too left the room.
Hermione rolled her eyes when she saw Remus was the only one left besides Mrs Weasley. The older woman was wiping Hermione's cuts and applying the smelling goo.
"What?" Hermione demanded of Remus when he didn't say anything, just sat there and watched her. He was leaning towards her, his forearms resting on his knees, a dark expression on his face. Mrs Weasley looked anxiously between the two, waiting for the explosion. "Come to rub salt in my wounds?"
"I think we've thrown enough salt at each other, don't you?" Remus answered calmly.
Hermione just shook her head, unable to form coherent words that could express the hurt and rage she was feeling.
"Don't you dare sit there and tell me about being hurtful. You broke up with me Remus, I was free to date who ever I wanted."
"You mean fuck!" Remus shouted, slamming his hand down on the coffee table. Mrs Weasley jumped from the sudden noise, accidentally smearing the ointment all over Hermione's dress.
"Oh, sorry," she said flustered, hastily dabbing at the dress. But Hermione didn't notice, her and Remus had seemed to forgotten there was anyone else in the room.
"Yes, I screwed him! Happy now? Is it easier to hate me? Is it easier to stay away? Can you crawl back into bed with Tonks guilt free now?" Hermione shouted, getting more and more worked up.
"Stop it! Just stop talking, Hermione!" Remus cried. Hermione visibly flinched away from his stormy face and flashing eyes. She had never seen him this angry, ever. "You don't have any idea what you are talking about! You don't know how hard these months have been."
"Of course I don't!" Hermione yelled back. "Because you won't talk to me. You wouldn't answer my owls. I begged you Remus, pleaded with you to talk to me but you were unyielding in your refusal of me."
They were both standing now. Mrs Weasley's pleas for Hermione to stay lying down fell on deaf ears as the former lovers faced off.
"So you slept with my best friend as pay back? Some warped attempt to get me to listen?"
"I slept with Sirius because at the time it was what I needed," Hermione said, her face stricken and pained.
"And you didn't care what it would do to him! Do you have any idea how much he loves you? He cares more about you then I've seen him care about any woman since Lily died!"
"He's not the only one though, is he?" Hermione demanded, a look of self-satisfaction on her face. "James Potter wasn't the only Marauder who loved the fair Lily Evans. Maybe that's what you are so angry about. You lost Lily to James, me to Sirius and you are left with clumsy Nymphadora Tonks as the consolation prize."
"Hermione, that's enough," Mrs Weasley intervened but the two only had eyes for each other.
"Oh and Dean Thomas is so much better? You know, his wizard father ran out on him when he was a baby, so watch him, he has commitment issues. Better luck next time. Maybe you should try another older man. I hear Severus is still single."
"Remus, stop it." Mrs Weasley had never been ignored so much in her life. None of her children would ever have dared.
"Yeah, maybe I will go after him. I'm sure he'll at least stick around long enough to tell me he loves me before he breaks my heart."
"How could anyone ever love a bossy know-it-all like you? Hell, your parents didn't love you enough to keep you around. Tell me again why you spent all your summers at the Weasleys, Hermione."
"Enough!" Mrs Weasley yelled, effectively silencing the two. Hermione was ready to hit him and Remus looked like he was about to bail altogether.
"There is hurt between you two, we know that. There is pain and betrayal. But you are at my daughter's wedding. If you two cannot be in the same room together then one of you leave! Now is not the time to hash it out."
"Sorry Molly," the both muttered, their anger replaced by shame.
"Hermione, lie back down, your dress is ruined. Remus, I think Dora will be looking for you."
With one last glance at Hermione, filled with shame and regret Remus fled the room. Hermione sighed and fell back on the lounge, tears over coming her as Mrs Weasley silently tended to her wounds.
A/N 2... I have never broken two hundred reviews but with spiced milk I feel it might happen... you guys have been great with reviewing so thank you thank you thank you and keep it up!