~ When Insanity stops ~
Summary: At the end of Hermione's fifth year, she feels depressed about all the stuff that has happened. One morning upon waking up, Hermione finds someone else in bed with her. And that's the only the start of this interesting tale.
Kitchen
"Brown married Neville?" gasps Hermione looking very shocked. "How did that happen?" Looking to Sirius for some answers. "Wait, when did that happen?"
"Sometime last year," mutters Sirius trying to remember. A loud yawn from Harry shows how tired he is.
Gazing around the room, Hermione notes several things. Merlin, Tonks is tired. By the looks of things so are Harry and Remus. Turning her gaze to the twins, Hermione smiles. Something's never change, those two are still active as well as Sirius. "Harry, Remus go to bed," suggests Hermione. "You're practically falling asleep at the table. I don't think you want the twins or Sirius carrying you around."
"But Mione," slightly whines Harry. "This is the first time…"
"Harry," interrupts Hermione giving him her best 'don't mess with me look.' "Go to bed. I'll still be here when you wake up. Besides which with the constant yawning between you and Remus, you're making me want to go back to bed myself."
Moving slowly as to not wake Tonks, Remus whispers, "I agree. If you want Harry take a power nap. I'm sure Molly will let you catch a few winks at the Burrow." Seconds later, Remus stands holding a sleeping Tonks in his arms. "Good-night. I'll see you later."
"Good-night," says both Sirius and Hermione. A low cough from Sirius before he gives Harry a pointed look. "Mione is right. Molly will let you sleep at the Burrow, but right now you need to go to bed."
"Fine," grumbles Harry getting up and stretching. "Bit I expect to be able to have a normal conversation with you," states Harry as he points to Hermione. "Sometime in the next five or so hours."
"That's fine with me," snickers Hermione before she adds, "Now off to bed little one."
"Bloody hell," groans Harry running a hand down his face. "Did you have to remember that?" Waving a weary hand Harry trots off to bed. Leaving Hermione, Sirius alone with the twins.
"Well, you two have been awfully quite," comments Hermione turning her sharp gaze on them. Both Fred and George smirk at her. What are they up to now? Glancing at the clock on the wall Hermione smiles. Eight o'clock and all is well. "Ah!" gasps Hermione her eyes twinkling. "Does your mum still make ah…uh…hum…her special breakfasts?"
"You mean that nice little egg sandwiches that you craved all though your sixth and seventh year," snickers George as Fred makes shoveling gestures with his hands to his mouth.
"Yes," huffs Hermione attempting to glare at both George and Fred only to have Sirius's hand slip under her sweater. "Oh," gasps Hermione as heat radiates where Sirius's hand circles the just small of her back. A soft moan escapes her mouth; Hermione snuggles into Sirius's chest.
"Yeah," answers Fred slightly confused. "Why?"
"Because I want one," states Hermione half closing her eyes.
"Then you'll have to come over to the house," says George as Fred slightly choughs. Rapidly blinking her eyes, Hermione pulls herself out of her trace like states. Damn is he pungent! Bloody hell.
"I don't know guys," says Sirius.
Pulling up from his chest, Hermione takes a deep breath. "I want some of Mrs. Wealsey's food. And if I'll lucky my mum will be there." A low growl comes from Sirius's throat but he had a soft smile on his face.
"That's fine," laughs Sirius. "But you have to get your shoes on. And if you're going I'm going, so give me a few minutes to get dressed. In the meanwhile, Fred and George here will entertain you." A disappointed groan comes from Hermione as Sirius pulls his hand away from her back, before two gently hand lift her up so that she could stand.
Smirking, Sirius kisses Hermione on her temple, over her head he glares at the twins. "NO FUNNY BUSINESS!" Sirius mouths. Both George and Fred nod in agreement. After Sirius leaves the room, it becomes silent.
"Well," choughs Fred looking to George for help. "Where to start?"
"How about with your mum," suggests Hermione looking around for her shoes. "How either of you seen my shoes?" Fred gets up, goes over to the rocking chair. Leaning over behind it, he pulls out a pair of sneakers.
"Thanks," breathes Hermione as she takes them from Fred.
"Well, you know mum," states George. "She's still worrying." Worrying? Why should she be worrying if we won the battle? "About when we're going to be giving her grandchildren."
"I swear," huffs Fred. "All that woman thinks about is babies!" Softly laughing at the description they give her. I can just see her nagging them about it. Children. Slowly the smile falls off Hermione's face as she starts to pale.
"Mione," says George. "What's the matter?"
"Earlier, Harry joked about kids," says Hermione looking behind her. "Do I have a child or children?"
"No," breathes Fred. "No, you don't. And before you ask neither does your mother, expect for you of course."
"Oh," whispers Hermione as disappointment courses through her. "I guess I wasn't …you know ready."
"Yeah," offers George. "Plus, Sirius is such a child sometimes." Both Fred and George wiggle their eyebrows and smirk or sneer getting Hermione to laugh. "Let's see. Dad is the New Minister for Magic. He loves it. Bill is newly married to Kailee Rodney. He met her while working for the Order. Next is Charlie, he still working with Dragons. He's currently dating the same girl for the last eighteen months. So we have running bet as to when he going to pop the question." Pausing George taps his nose. "I don't remember her name."
"Then," states Fred. "There's us, handsome, dashing and still single. We have three new shops business is boom. Yes, mum did make us take our NEWT's." Giving Hermione a sharp stare, Fred continues, "We're both in serious relationships. You know our girls from Hogwarts. Katie and Angelina. Then there's Ron who is an Auror. He's currently single as is Ginny."
"Ginny's holding out hope that Harry will come back to her," states George. "Which he's not seeing how he's dating, Padma Patil."
"How long has Harry been seeing her," questions Hermione.
"Around three months," half answers half questions Fred. "It's either three or five months but no more then six tops." Still the same old Fred. "Ginny is a med-witch at St. Mungo's."
"What about Neville and Lavender?" asks Hermione. "What do they do?"
"Both are lawyers," states Fred. "And they're bloody good too. They helped with the trails of the Death Eaters."
"Alright," states Hermione pausing to think of her next question. Soft footsteps echo towards them. "When did my relationship with Sirius really begin?"
Sucking in a breath, George gives Hermione a weighting look. Come on it can't be that bad can it? "It…as far as I know," says George gesturing to himself. "It started in your seventh year during Christmas break."
"What?" gasps Hermione. While I was still a student!
"Yeah," quietly huffs Fred. "You called him a bloody coward, and he picked you up and carried you out of the room like a sack of potatoes. All the while you were pounding on his back. He took you to his room on Saturday and we didn't see you again until Monday morning."
Blinking hard, the room tilts. Oh, my!
Until Later