Unveil My Misery
by ilukaiba
Disclaimer: I own nothing… blech…
Chapter 3
The next morning came so fast and Hermione literally fell out of bed as she felt the rays of sunlight coming in. There were trash bags under her eyes, having tossed and turned imagining Sirius' death over and over again. However, she had no time to waste; she hurriedly got dressed and got her things together, and after applying a bit of face makeup to conceal her trash bags, she set off to the Great Hall.
And once she got there, she saw the familiar faces of Harry, Ron, and Ginny, who were all seated at the Gryffindor table eating their breakfast. Hermione couldn't help but stare disapprovingly at Harry, who was eating like a pig. Of course, he wasn't the only one; Ron must have gotten through at least three plates of omelet.
Harry, however, showed no signs of being depressed. Hermione believed, though, that he was just trying to act "macho" over the tragedy. After all, it is very stereotypical in that sixteen year old boys never cry.
Hermione sighed with a mixture of sleep and annoyance and sat down next to him. She served herself some porridge (which she claimed was a little less work for the poor house elves) and began to take small spoonfuls of it.
"Sho yasink gha upinsh crash ish gonna bfe anhee betcha zchen thiradee?" asked Ron, spitting out mouthfuls of omelet at a very annoyed Harry Potter.
Ginny stared at her revolting brother and squirmed, as if so disgusted to be of any relation. Hermione also looked at him with a rather "Mrs. Weasley" look.
As for Harry, amidst all of the small pieces of omelet that now clashed with his brand new robes, he answered. "Dunno… I mean… now he probably feels more confident of being… a… you know but he might be… sad…"
Ginny and Hermione averted their stare to Harry, who grinned back at them.
"Translation?" asked Ginny.
"I shed-" began Ron, before being slapped on the forehead by a very annoyed Hermione.
"WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT?!"
"Harry, may we have a translation."
"Surely." said the boy-who-lived-to-be-a-translator. "He said 'So you think that Lupin's class is going to be any better than third year?'"
"Oh, I see…" muttered Ginny, once again looking at her brother.
Hermione, however, had teary eyes once again, when she realized that Harry was speaking about Lupin being sad about Sirius.
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"Goddamnit!" muttered a very sleepy Sirius Black as he fell out of the cot he was sleeping in. He looked at the time and realized it was well past 10:00.
Swearing angrily at the bed, he got up and made himself some breakfast. He gnawed at the food happily.
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"I HATE him!" yelled Ron for the third time that day, as the trio (Ginny was with the rest of the fifth years) made their way out of the Dungeons, having just sat through yet another horribly demeaning Potions lesson.
Harry nodded in agreement, and though Hermione secretly agreed, she didn't nod, in case they were being watched. Instead, she put on her prefect attitude.
"Ron, you really shouldn't talk about your elders like that. You are a prefect after all."
Harry sniggered. "Yeah Ron, you're a prefect…"
Ron groaned. "We have Divination now, 'Mione, so we'd better be going."
"Yeah, by Herms." added Harry, as the two set off.
Hermione, however, had a free period, since the Arithmancy professor had been taken ill and there was no replacement. So, she decided she'd spend some alone time outside in the grounds.
She walked out through the large entrance. There was a slight wind, but it was of no worry; the cooling breeze felt rather nice.
She admired the beauty of the gardens. There were so many brilliant flowers, that could only be found in the wizarding world. And the beautiful statues stood majestically in all the right places. As she walked further, she noticed the Whomping Willow, and was painfully reminded of her memories there; that was the very place where they met Sirius. He had been in his dog form, and had dragged them into it, through a passage that led to the Shrieking Shack.
And how she wished she could see his friendly face again.
Tears began to fall from her cinnamon eyes onto her Hogwarts robe. She continued her walking, afraid that if she kept looking at the Whomping Willow, she would be overcome by depression.
And there, as if beckoning to her, stood Hagrid's Hut. Of course, it would be empty… at least that's what she thought. But it would be nice to see it once again. She went through the gate and put her hands on the cold knob.
'It's locked!' she thought with confusion. Without thinking twice, she knocked on the door.
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Inside the hut, poor Sirius was panicking.
'Damnit!' he cursed mentally. 'Who the hell would come to the hut, after Hagrid left?!'
He hid behind the bed, knowing it was just a matter of time before…
"Alohamora!" muttered the voice on the other end, and the door opened slowly. Sirius grabbed the figure and re-locked the door. Ready to strike at any given moment, he released the person onto the cot.
"Hermione?" he asked suddenly.
She looked up at him and opened her mouth to scream before he covered her mouth with his hand. He sat down next to her.
"Yes, it's me, Sirius," he said quietly, "and you have to promise me not to make too much noise and not to tell anyone, not even Harry, Ron, or Remus."
She nodded, and he released her. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I… I… I thought… you… you were… de-"
"I did too," he interrupted, "but something really weird happened. I ripped that ribbon you gave me to pieces, mainly because I was pissed at the world, and then I found myself in the Ministry again."
She looked carefully at him, absorbing every feature, as if making sure it was really him. He reddened slightly as she touched his face with her hand, to see if he was real.
Accepting the truth, she put her arms around him and sobbed into his chest, and he patted her back awkwardly, not used to having teenage girls hugging him ever since he graduated from Hogwarts. ((A/N Siri was quite a girl magnet during his time… ^^))
He rocked her back and forth in his strong arms, and kissed the top of her forehead lightly.
She didn't want to let go.
And neither did he.
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A/N
*sniff sniff* How sweet… no… no romance yet… they're just hugging as friends… don't get any ideas… -_-;;
So I lied. From NOW on, there'll be less frequent updates. Yeah…
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Oh… *pats Sirius on head* Sirius says hi.
Sirius: *woof*
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