AN: Hello all! Hope you had a wonderful week.
I realized I didn't translatemalen'kaya ptitsa it's russian for little bird!
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Over
Hermione tried her best to quietly slink up to her room and escape notice. She really did.
She couldn't help it that she was tired and her vision was slightly blurry from her new pounding headache and she could feel coughs building in her lungs from the fiendfyre. As soon as she's separated from Charlus and cast a drying charm on herself she started walking towards the stairs. She was halfway up the stairwell to the wing in Potter Manor with her rooms when she stumbled on a step and landed hard on the step.
She hissed when her palms connected with the dark wood which immediately turned into a coughing fit.
When she finally calmed down she shifted until she was sitting fully on the stairs and dropped her forehead to her knees to take deep breaths. Her arms wrapped around her thighs and she pressed herself into a tight ball.
The pressure of the events from the night combined with her emotional distress was weighing all around her and pressing closer and closer. She could feel the beginnings of a panic attack and she could feel the burnt ends of her escaping curls brushing against her cheeks. Dolohov's harsh accent was still whistling through her ears. She could feel his breath ghosting her face in that completely dark corridor.
Found myself a malen'kaya ptitsa.
"Just breathe, Hermione," she whispered to herself. "The Bone's are fine. They're fine. We got them out. Dolohov is gone."
It was always like this after a battle. She'd repress panic and emotions and then she'd return to wherever he semblance of safety was at the moment and the box where she'd carefully filed everything away would slam open.
She supposed it must have been her coughing fit that woke up Sirius and for some reason she'd just known it was him when a hand started rubbing gentle circles on her back.
"Hermione, what's happening?"
She gasped at the contact that was light against her spine. The lightness of the touch made her body feel even more disconnected from her body.
"Panic attack," she choked out.
"What can I do?" She flinched when his hand feathered through her newly short hair, "What in Merlin's saggy balls did you do to your hair?" He whispered with a touch of amusement. He pulled away when she pulled her legs tighter to her chest.
She remembered how Harry and her used to hold each other after confrontations with Death Eaters and how it always helped drive away the panic.
She tensed when she said, "I need you to hold me tightly, Sirius."
Sirius balked at those words, "Shouldn't I get, Remus?"
Hermione shrank impossibly at that, and Sirius's eyebrows sprang up. Okay, so that wasn't a very good reaction.
He warred with himself for maybe two seconds before he sank into the steps completely and pulled her tight against his chest. It wasn't a very difficult internal debate. He was too selfish to just leave her there.
"Tighter," she asked quietly.
He sighed before wrapping her in his arms so closely that she was practically in his lap.
He had just been lying on his bed awake when he heard coughing from down the hall. Normally, he would have just left it be, but after the odd evening he couldn't just leave it.
Dinner that night hadn't come until nearly nine p.m. which that in itself was cause for concern, but on top of that Charlus and Hermione were nowhere to be found. Dorea gave some superficial excuse about the both of them going off on an errand, but Lily and Hermione's friend Pandora were at dinner and they were both noticeably anxious But the most suspicious event of the evening was when Remus had popped in halfway through the meal looking miserable and with a poorly masked expression. He was angry and on edge. James was wholly innocent and tried the entire time to needle information out of Dorea, but the woman was impressively tight-lipped.
So coughing in the early hours of the morning was definitely something worth investigating.
He squeezed the witch a little tighter. Her breathing was noticeably lighter and her muscles were slowly starting to relax.
"What happened to the Bones? And who is Dolohov."
Just like that she was tense again.
She started to pull away, but he wouldn't let go.
"You have too many secrets, kitten." She sighed against his shirt. "I have been incredibly patient. I watch you disappear for visits with Dumbledore, and you know all these things you aren't supposed to know. There was that night you came back with all those cuts and bruises, and then tonight you come back and you smell like smoke and you're having a fucking panic attack in the middle of the stairs. And don't think I didn't notice how you are already acquainted with my dear cousin Andromeda."
Hermione tried to pull away again, but he just pulled her tighter.
"What happened to the Bones?" He tried again. His chin was resting against the top of her head, and he shifted to push his nose against her hair. Her normal scent was mixed with the smells of a wildfire.
"The Bones family was attacked tonight." Her voice was rough from coughing and probably lack of sleep. "They're all okay. We got them out," she continued.
Sirius tried not to panic at her words. We got them out?
"What do you mean we, Hermione?"
She was too tired to hide things from him. She knew he would do anything for the people he cared about. Keep any secret.
"I work with Dumbledore. We fight them."
She better not be talking about who he imagined. His crazed cousin's face appeared in his mind.
"Who's Dolohov?" He asked angrily.
Hermione shivered into his chest and whispered, "Antonin Dolohov. One of Voldemort's closest followers." She took a deep breath. "He's disturbed. Very good at charms. He creates his own dark curses and hexes, and he has a weird obsession with me. Calls me his 'malen'kaya ptitsa.'"
She rattled all of this off like it was a simple fact file in an encyclopedia of dark wizards.
"Is that where you were tonight?"
"Yes," she said simply.
She suddenly grew very embarrassed of her panic attack. It was different with Harry. They helped each other through it, but this wasn't Harry, it was Sirius who was acting surprisingly calm. She pulled away and this time he let her. She was aware enough to realize that her entire face was bright red.
"My capture gave me valuable insight, so I use it to aid Dumbledore."
It wasn't technically untrue, and she was decidedly unprepared to tell him the whole truth at this moment.
He was staring at her with that same intensity that always scared her. She stood with the help of the bannister, and he watched as she silently pushed her hair from her eyes.
"I think I should go to bed," she squeaked out.
Sirius raised his eyebrows, and she tried desperately to read his expression. When she was unsuccessful, her eyes darted to the top landing of the stairwell.
"Do Dorea and Charlus know about these little adventures of yours?" She glared at him when his tone turned scathing on the word adventures.
"Where do you think Charlus was tonight?"
Sirius's expression relaxed as realizations came to him. Every time they disappeared in the evenings for one of their meetings, she had gone with them. He remembered what he had been saying to his friends that night they had first shown up with Hermione.
I bet all my galleons that they are meeting about the war. When I heard my parents talking sometimes, they would say things about some kind of group that was full of blood traitors and mudbloods.
He looked at her with a new light in his eyes. Hermione must have been saved by this group, and now she was helping them. He couldn't say he was particularly surprised. Hermione had proven herself to be a total menace of a witch. If he had to guess, Hermione was now a part of this group working to take down Voldemort and his followers. People like his own family.
"I want in," he said strongly.
That must've not been what she was expecting because she reeled back in shock.
"You what?" She asked shakily.
"If you're trying to get rid of You-Know-Who and all his followers, I want in."
Hermione's eyes darted around before landing on him again and leaning forward to whisper.
"I can't talk about this right now, Sirius."
He looked her up and down and could see the exhaustion that appeared to have set deep in her bones.
"Fine," he said angrily. He stood up and looked down at her. He watched the weary expression take over her face, and he softened. He leaned over to brush a light kiss on top of her head. "Don't worry, kitten, your secret is safe with me." He started to make his way up the stairs, but not before adding, "But this conversation isn't over."
She nodded in understanding and once she heard the faint click of his door from further down the hall, she made her way to her own room.
She smiled at the sight that greeted her.
Lily was sprawled on her bed, snoring softly. Pandora must've gone home after Hermione's abrupt departure.
She took a quick shower before changing into pajamas and climbing into bed. When she cast a tempus it was nearly five in the morning. She sighed and let the exhaustion take over.
"Oh, good. You're alive," Lily said sleepily before rolling onto her stomach.
Hermione laughed before yawning. "Alive, but dead tired."
She fell asleep quickly after that.
Hermione felt like she'd barely slept a minute when she was woken up by an excitable witch jumping on her bed.
"Hermione! Get up! OWLs results are here!"
Hermione flew up in a panic at the yelling and Lily stopped jumping and instead stood there in shock.
"Hermione, what on earth did you do to your hair!"
Hermione's hand flew to her hair, and she frowned.
Lily waved her hand and said, "Never mind that, come downstairs to breakfast. Everyone is waiting for you to open their letters."
She grabbed Hermione's hands and began pulling her downstairs. Hermione was wearing her typical pajamas of polka dotted shorts and a giant, worn jumper. She was barefoot and when she caught her reflection in a mirror on the way to the dining room she gasped.
Her hair, now shortened in length, was a curly nightmare. It was very nearly an afro on top of her head. She hoped it was just like this because she fell asleep with damp hair, and she wouldn't have to contend with it every morning.
Lily was jumping excitedly on the balls of her feet as they finally rounded into the room and all boys turned to stare at them.
Hermione's scowl deepened when she heard the tell tale signs of James's mocking laughter. Sirius also barked out a laugh which had her turning her glare on him. There was no doubt in her mind that they were both laughing at her truly unruly birds nest.
She sat down with a huff and graciously took the envelope that Dorea handed to her. The woman was hiding an amused smile behind her hand.
Hermione could feel Remus's eyes burning into the side of her face from his place a couple seats over, and she studiously ignored him as she carefully held the letter between her fingers.
"Well, children, what are you waiting for?"
Everyone else quickly ripped open the envelopes, but Hermione reverently broke the seal and unfolded her paper at a slow pace. She ignored the exclamations of everyone around her as they all compared scores, and paid attention only to her own. She may have been too preoccupied to put in as much studying as she wished she had, but that didn't mean that she hadn't challenged herself.
She smiled smugly at the paper before carefully folding it back up and setting it to the side. She reached up to fix her own tea for the first time since she'd started dating Remus and it was only then that she noticed everyone staring at her.
"Well, how did you do, Hermione?" Charlus asked amusedly.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh don't be modest, you giant swot!" Sirius said with a loud guffaw.
Hermione picked up the parchment and held it out to James who swiped it eagerly from her fingers.
When he got it unfolded he stared at it in complete disbelief.
"Blimey, Hermione!"
"What is it?" Lily shrieked anxiously.
"She got twelve O's!" James quite literally yelled out.
Remus and Lily paled dramatically and turned to her with jealous expressions. Peter and James were equally in awe. Charlus, Dorea, and Sirius didn't look surprised in the slightest.
"You weren't even in twelve classes!" Lily screeched. She then realized the volume of her outburst and blushed.
Hermione shrugged again and said, "I asked Dumbledore if I could sit for all the exams."
Lily in a bout of frustration dropped her head against the table with a loud thunk and groan.
"I'll never get Head Girl now," she mumbled under her breath.
Hermione snorted. "Don't worry, Lils. I am not Head Girl material."
She might've been. If life had dealt her a different hand, and she hadn't experienced the things she had. Now, she had no desire for that. The corners of her mouth twitched when Lily popped up and said hopefully, "You don't want it?"
"Decidedly not!" Hermione retorted.
The rest of breakfast was spent normally, discussing exam results and fighting for the food on the table. It was a welcome change of pace. Hermione found herself laughing often, but it faded every time she caught sight of Remus frowning at her in thought from down the table.
She was relieved when at the end of breakfast Sirius and James dragged Peter and Remus outside to play a pick-up game of Quidditch which put off her inevitable talk with Remus.
Hermione and Lily were painting their nails with muggle polish on the floor of the library a couple hours later. Hermione had changed out of her pajamas and into a light blue sundress after breakfast, and allowed Lily to attempt to tame her hair. It hadn't worked well at all. They were talking about ways to fix the chopped job the fiendfyre had done to her hair when a sweaty Peter appeared and collapsed on one of the sofas.
"I was sent to ask you guys if you're interested in the stashed bottles of firewhiskey they plan on drinking tonight," he said breathlessly.
Lily frowned disapprovingly, but Hermione hesitated. She was in desperate need of a drink to be completely honest, and if she was going to have any kind of confrontation with Remus, some liquid courage would probably do her some good.
"Yeah, okay," she said before turning her attention back to her toe nails.
"What!"
Lily gasped at the same time Peter said, "Wait, really?"
Hermione shrugged, and Lily seemed to pause in internal debate.
Peter was still breathing heavily and wiping the sweat from his brow when Lily made a decision and said, "Fine! But just this once!"
Lily looked up at Peter and jumped to her feet.
"Peter, you need a glass of water. I'll be right back." Lily disappeared through the library doors.
Hermione paused in her polish painting and studied the boy in front of her. When she'd met him a year ago, he'd been scrawny and anxious. He was still anxious, but now she could see the boy was starting to gain the weight he'd had in the future. She thought about Regulus's warning about him and narrowed her eyes.
"Peter," she said carefully. His eyes flew to hers, and he sat up when he spotted her serious expression. He twitched nervously under her calculating stare.
"Is everything alright, Hermione?"
She paused for a moment. "Have you been approached recently by any… unsavory characters?" She asked cryptically.
His eyes widened, and he shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know what you mean," he laughed out nervously.
"I think you do," she said dangerously.
He collapsed against the back of the sofa and avoided her eyes. He looked so terrified and resigned.
Hermione sighed. She imagined Peter was at the point where the Slytherin boys were making promises to him. Baseless promises that were Death Eater propaganda in the truest form. "Whatever they're telling you, are lies."
His eyes flew to hers. "You don't know what you're talking about." He said it with more conviction than Hermione had ever heard from him.
Her eyes widened in shock. She opened her mouth to respond, but just then Lily flew through the door with a glass of water and gave it to Peter. His strong expression had disappeared as soon as the words left his mouth and the nervousness had returned. He was suspiciously pale and looked like he might be ill at any moment.
Hermione suspected he realized he'd said more than he was supposed to. Lily looked at him in concern and pressed a hand to his forehead.
"Are you quite alright, Peter?"
He stood hastily and wiped at his forehead where Lily had touched him.
"I'm fine, Lily. I think I am going to go upstairs and lay down for a bit."
Hermione watched him go and returned her attention to her nails right before Lily spun on her.
"What did you do to the poor boy?" Lily asked accusingly.
"What are you talking about, Lily?" Hermione said innocently.
Lily snorted indelicately. "I don't know if you've noticed this, but you're awfully terrifying when you want to be."
Hermione smirked to herself and said, "Good."
That night the six teens found themselves holed up in an upstairs sitting room getting drunk at a rapid pace.
Five minutes into some game that Sirius created that appeared to be the wizarding version of truth or dare, Remus stood abruptly and pulled the wobbly Hermione up.
Everyone stared at them as Remus pulled her from the room.
He didn't stop walking until they were across the wing in the bedroom Remus took up residence in every time he was over for break.
"We need to talk," he said unnecessarily.
"Yes I imagine so," she responded wearily.
"I don't know if I can do this." He sounded desperate, but his words were sure. Hermione could tell he'd been thinking about what to say to her for the entire time since they're fight in her room yesterday. She felt like someone had reached into her chest and was squeezing her heart in their hands. The tipsiness she'd felt was leaking out of her slowly.
"Care to expand on that," she choked out. She watched as he closed his eyes and straightened up to his full height like he was steeling himself for something.
"I love you, Hermione," he started.
"I love you too," she whispered. She could feel the warmth from the firewhiskey in her face and in the tingles at her fingertips. "But?" She asked carefully.
"I love you, but I don't think I was prepared for what I was getting myself into."
Hermione felt frustration replace the soft pain bubbling up.
"I told you-"
"I know!" He interrupted. "Everything about you has made me this person that I don't want to be. I hate Sirius because of how he feels about you. I hate watching you leave on these missions that you won't tell me about. I hate feeling like I can't protect you."
"I don't need protection, Remus!"
"I hate that you don't let me take care of you. I hate that you don't need me," he said dangerously. Hermione didn't understand. She supposed she didn't mind when certain people took care of her, but Remus wasn't one of those people. Remus loved the girl he'd met when she first came here. He loved the girl who depended on him. She remembered what he'd said to her in the hospital wing when she'd complained about needing them.
Well, I personally think it's nice to have someone need me. No one has ever needed me before.
Remus was looking at her sadly when she looked back up at him.
"I hate hating, Hermione."
Hermione eyes began to water and she took a step back from him. When her knees hit the edge of the bed she collapsed so that she was sitting.
Her eyes darted around her and she could feel her heartbeat down to her toes.
"Are you…" She swallowed painfully and looked anywhere but his eyes. She couldn't even ask the question, but he seemed to know where she was going.
He sighed and sat down next to her. She turned her head away, so he couldn't see her cry.
"I'm sorry, Hermione."
She glanced at him.
She sounded tortured when she choked out a simple, "Why?"
"Please don't cry," he said miserably.
She narrowed her eyes and said angrily, "Don't cry? You're ending things with me for the same thing I warned you about before we even got together! And you want me not to cry!" Her tone was scathing.
Out of all the scenarios possible, she hadn't seen this being the outcome of their relationship.
Him breaking up with her because he couldn't handle her mission. Her purpose.
She stood and wrapped her arms around her middle.
"Just go, Remus."
"Hermione, I-"
"Go!"
She turned her head away from him when he stood and paused right in front of her. She squeezed her eyes shut, and missed how he reached for her for a moment before clenching his fist and backing away.
He couldn't handle it.
As soon as the door shut behind him she let out the sob she'd been holding back.
Walking back into the room that all the others were in was more difficult than he'd expected. Remus was standing in front of the laughing group when Lily asked loudly, "Where's Hermione?"
Remus froze and the conversation in the room came to an abrupt halt.
Everyone turned to look at him, and he flinched.
"Remus?" Lily asked nervously.
"I suspect she's still in my room," he said quietly.
Three pairs of eyes narrowed while Peter remained passed out in the corner.
"Why is she still in your room, Remus?" She asked slowly.
Remus's hand reached up and scratched at the back of his neck. He couldn't look at anyone in the room.
"What did you do?" James sounded so angry already, and Remus hadn't even told him what had happened. He decided to rip it off like a band-aid.
"I broke up with her."
"You did what!" Lily squawked.
Her hands flew to her cheeks, and she jumped up before he could even respond.
"Oh no! This is not okay." Lily started mumbling to herself as she ran out the door.
James gave Remus a deadly look before standing and following Lily from the room.
When the door slammed behind him Remus turned slowly to see Sirius looking at him with a masked expression.
"Why'd you do it?" Sirius asked.
Remus narrowed his eyes and said, "That's none of your business, Padfoot."
Sirius stood and walked slowly up to him. Remus's hands clenched into fists at his side.
"Why'd you do it, Moony?" His voice was low. Sirius could just imagine Hermione right now. Crying on Remus's bed because his idiotic friend had broken her heart. The image was just barely enough to drown out the devil on his shoulder whispering how she could be his now.
Remus stalked towards him gravely.
"It's none of your business, Sirius," He reiterated.
Sirius grabbed onto the front of his shirt, "Fuck that, Remus! You're not the only person here who cares about Hermione!"
"Oh, please, Sirius! Don't act like you haven't been waiting for this moment ever since we first started dating."
Sirius knew he shouldn't have said it, but he was just so angry. "So what if have been?"
Remus grabbed Sirius by the collar of his shirt and shoved him so that he was slammed into the wall. He was on him again in an instant with his hands fisted in his shirt.
"She's mine, Sirius."
Remus could feel Moony growling out possessively at the prospect of Sirius getting anywhere near Hermione.
Sirius snarled at him and hissed, "Not anymore."
Remus was so blinded by his rage that he started talking before he could even think it through.
"You'll never know her like I've known her." The implication was clear. Just yesterday they had come down from Hermione's room smelling like the same shampoo. Hermione's shampoo.
"You'll never do the things to her that I've done. Make her feel the way I've made her feel."
Remus pushed him even further against the wall, and hammered the last nail into his own proverbial coffin.
"I fucked her against the shower wall, and she screamed my name!" Sirius opened his mouth to respond, but they were stopped by the sound of a breathless voice in the doorway.
"Remus?"
Sirius looked over Remus's shoulder and cursed. Hermione was standing there in her pretty blue dress looking at them with tear filled eyes. Sirius's eyes followed the hands on her shoulders up to a furious James. He had never seen him so angry before. Standing right behind them was a shocked Lily. He looked back towards Remus who was squeezing his eyes shut tightly.
"Might want to let me go, Moony," Sirius said gruffly.
Sirius huffed when Remus dropped him to the ground, and watched nervously as his friend slowly turned around to face the witch in front of him.
"Hermione, I…"
She interrupted him by striding up and slapping him right across the face.
Remus's head swung to the side, and he kept his face there pointed to the ground.
"I am not some… feat to brag about! You don't get to take…" Hermione was huffing and flushed in anger. Sirius watched the tears get caught on her lashes as she struggled to get her words out. Everyone in the room was frozen. "You don't get to take our relationship, and use it…" She paused and put her hand over her lips to cover a sob. "Use it like this. As some kind of win over Sirius! I-" She hiccuped again and rubbed her eyes. "I trusted you not to do this! It's our relationship, you don't get to share..." She wiped at her cheeks in frustration. "I'm worth more than that, Remus! Even if you don't want to be with me anymore, I'm worth more than that."
James suddenly couldn't take it anymore and gently pulled Hermione away.
"Hermione, come on," James said quietly and led her back to the doorway as she continued to mumble incoherent strings of sentences through her tears.
Lily reached out with her arms, and Hermione fell into them.
"You should be ashamed, Remus!" Lily spat out as she pulled the shaking and mortified Hermione from the room.
Once Lily and Hermione were fully out of the room James slammed the door shut and spun on them.
He looked murderous.
Sirius tsked under his breath right as James exploded.
"First, you break her heart, and now this?" He pushed his glasses up his nose hastily and said, "I went in your room to Hermione sobbing her fucking eyes out, talking about how you didn't think she was worth it anymore… whatever the fuck that means, and I finally convince her to come back and just have some fun… You want to know the first thing we fucking heard as we came down the hall?"
Remus's hands went to his hair and he collapsed on the sofa.
James didn't wait for an answer. "You bragging to Sirius about how you fucked her against the wall!"
Remus stood abruptly and held his hands out pleadingly, "Please, James, I just lost my temper… I didn't want to hurt her, I never wanted to hurt her."
James exploded and punched Remus so hard in the nose that the werewolf scrambled backwards before collapsing back on the sofa.
The intensity of the moment dwindled when James bent over himself and shook out his hand.
"Bloody hell! That hurt!"
"I deserved it," Remus admitted.
James turned back on him and said, "Yeah you fucking did!"
James looked between Sirius and Remus and said dangerously, "I don't care how much you two bloody care about Hermione. This fighting needs to stop."
He pointed between the two of them. "I'm going to bed. You two have exhausted me." He snatched the bottle of firewhisky off the table in front of the sofa and made his way to the door.
He took a swig as he left through the doorway and Remus threw his head back.
Sirius gave Remus a look and said, "He's right, Moony. We're best friends."
Remus looked back at Sirius and frowned unhappily.
"You were right." Remus grabbed the second bottle of firewhiskey and took a couple deep gulps before holding it out to Sirius. "When you said she wasn't mine anymore."
Remus sounded bitter and miserable, and Sirius truly couldn't comprehend what would come over Remus to break things off with Hermione. He grabbed the bottle and took a couple sips himself.
Sirius could feel how the dynamic between the Marauders was changing. James had new priorities. Remus and Sirius had new tension between them that they had never felt before.
He could still feel the anger for Moony simmering just beneath the surface, but he repressed it as he collapsed on the cushions next to him.
Peter suddenly flew up in the corner and started crawling towards the door, "Gonna vomit," their friend slurred.
At least Peter was consistent.
AN: SO I have had that break up scene and the following fight between Sirius and Remus written since chapter three. I have been hinting at Remus being unable to handle that part of Hermione since he first found out.
Thanks as always for the follows, favorites, and reviews!
Seeing extra kind reviews seriously make my day. Thank you especially to sherriithewriter for her review! Almost cried when I saw it not gonna lie;') Such kind words.
I did get a bit of a scathing review from a guest (so I can't respond personally), so I am just going to write a response right here and hope you see it. I agree with what you said about how I shouldn't make Remus wait for Tonks… BUT Hermione being Hermione, she would think about how Remus had this great relationship with Tonks in the future. It may not affect whether she dates him or not, but that would be a thought she had. I couldn't leave it out! You then accused me of using that as just a method to create drama and a cop out for Remus and Hermione to break up, but I put an intense amount of planning into this fic. I analyzed all the characters, and I think logically in this situation Hermione and Remus wouldn't work. He's protective and scared in the emotions department. He doesn't have the self worth he'd need to properly be with this Hermione. BUT their relationship isn't pointless at all. It makes sense that Hermione would love Remus. But when things get hard, Remus hides, and things are definitely getting hard. Their break-up will have absolutely nothing to do with Tonks. And Remus is one of my absolute favorite characters in the HP verse so if you think I just want to make him miserable for the sake of drama you are quite off there. The whole point of writing a story is for it to have a story arc. You also said that I should've just put Sirius with Hermione to begin with but that also doesn't work because there was no way in hell fifteen year old sirius was ready for the commitment that is Hermione Granger. You telling me I should have the decency to give Remus a love now when Hermione and him haven't even broken up had me ? The story isn't done yet!
Sorry to go off on that tangent, but that review wasn't even constructive criticism it was just rude. I am also tired of getting reviews reacting negatively to the character relationships when I have had in the summary since chapter one that it was minor Remione with eventual Sirimione. And a heck of a slow burn for the Sirimione. I mean… you knew what you were getting yourself into!
I do love criticism, but there's a respectful way to do it! If you don't like the actual plot, then maybe you should write your own fanfiction where Hermione is with Remus from start to finish!
Sorry for that rant! Needed to get it off my chest. I have trouble continuing the story when I see reviews regarding dislike of my storyline. Which I guess I need to get used to if I am going to write.