~ When Insanity stops ~
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Family Room
Taking a deep breath Hermione looks first at Fred then to George. "Are you kidding me?" asks Hermione. They better be kidding! They have to be kidding.
Clearing their throat, George risks answering. "No."
"Was I his student?" demands Hermione glaring hard at George.
"Not technology," mutters Fred getting Hermione's attention. "Sirius was the DADA teacher when there was a full-moon otherwise Remus taught the class." Hermione could feel George moving behind her. What the bloody hell does he think he's doing! "Your relationship started well after the age of consent, plus Harry excepted it right away."
Just Harry? What about Ron? Narrowing her eyes, Hermione watches Fred blanch. "What about Ron? And everyone else?"
"What about Ron?" re-asks Sirius, as he enters the kitchen fastly approaching them. "Well what about Ron?" When neither Weasley answers the question, Sirius cocks an eyebrow. "Are either of you two going to answer the question?"
"AH…" coughs Fred.
"Well…" mutters George, then swallowing hard. "He blew a screaming fit."
Giving both Fred and George a questioning look, Sirius states, "The only time I recall Ron creaming like a lunatic was when he…."
Trailing off Sirius gives Fred and George a dirty look. Sharply narrowing his eyes, Sirius nods to his right. Reluctantly Fred and George join Sirius in the kitchen "I don't think she needed to know that," growls Sirius keeping his eyes on Hermione.
"She wanted to know if everyone excepted her relationship with you," counters Fred. "We only told her about Ron, be thankful we didn't tell her about…"
Waving a dismissing hand, Sirius runs his hand through his hair. "Yes, yes I get it." Huffing slightly, Sirius asks, "Anything else? I know that I'm going to have to explain Ron's reaction to Hermione."
"Ron's a prat," grumbles George. "You know that your going to have to tell Hermione everything. Right?"
Seeing Sirius smirk, Fred quickly adds, "Before Ron or Ginny does. Remember they're going to be there today."
Groaning, Sirius closes his eyes. Muttering, "God spare me." Opening his eyes, Sirius states, "Go tell Molly that Hermione and I will be joining her. While I explain Ron's over reaction to Hermione."
"Good luck," mutters Fred as George says, "Ron deserved the black eye and broken jaw."
Hermione's eyebrow shot up into her hairline as Fred and George apparate with a loud crackling pop. Sighing, Sirius walks over to his wife. Looking into her chocolate brown eyes, he smiles. "Have a seat," suggests Sirius gesturing to the loveseat. Sitting on top of a small table close to Hermione.
"I think you heard George's comments of broken jaw and a black eye," states Sirius as he watches Hermione nod her head. "I did that." Holding up his hand when she opened her mouth. "If I let you ask questions as I'm trying to explain we'll be here until tomorrow."
"Fine," grumbles Hermione sitting back into the loveseat.
Sirius could feel that he had Hermione's full attention. "Ok. During your seventh year, we started our relationship. The only two people who knew were Fred and George. They didn't say anything, to anyone. We were the one who told everyone. After you told Ron, he got extremely agitated. It got to the point where I had to step in, when I did. It got physical fast. Ron as you heard ended up getting a black eye and a broken jaw, while I got three bruised ribs and two broken fingers. Now do you have any questions?"
"Was anyone else reluctant," softly questions Hermione. "About our relationship?"
"No. A few a some misgivings," laughs Sirius. Then sobering, Sirius says, "But everyone else but Ron offered us well wishes. Hell, Molly gave me a big bear hug!"
"Did Ron and I ever date?" asks Hermione looking down at her hands.
Sighing, Sirius covers her hands with his own. "No, you never did. You dated Viktor Krum in your fourth year. Terry Boot in your sixth for about three weeks. You said once that you might have dated Ron if he ever asked you, but Ron was too busy dating half of Hogwarts."
"I don't understand why he reacted like that then," mutters Hermione. "It just doesn't sound like him." Ron's passive. He didn't want me for himself but enough that he wouldn't want anyone else in my life?
"Ron's over reacted," states Sirius grimacing when he sees that Hermione's biting her lip. Tilting her chin, Sirius forces Hermione to look him in the eyes. "He's apologized repeatedly. He was upset because his latest girlfriend broke up with him. Ron thought you wouldn't have time for him, now that you were seeing someone."
Ron was upset to begin with. Furrowing her brow, Hermione looks at Sirius. So Ron went off at the mouth. Not new, he's done that before. Wait! Sirius and Ron had physical confrontation? Just what did Ron say? "Is there anything else to this story that I should know?"
"Nope. Now I presume that you're hungry," smirks Sirius. At Hermione's confused face, Sirius laughs. Pointing to her stomach, Sirius says, "I can hear it growling from here." Whapping him on his forearm, Hermione takes Sirius's hand. "Since I know how much you hate using the Floo network, I'm going to apparate us."
"That's fine," laughs Hermione. "I can't wait to see Mrs. Weasley."
"Don't you mean you can't wait to eat some of her cooking?" comments Sirius with a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes," mutters Hermione as she licks her lips. "Before we go, do you think we should leave a note for the others?"
"Took care of it, already," states Sirius as he gently enfolds Hermione into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his waste, Hermione inhales Sirius sent. Mmm, he smells so good. A soft sigh of contentment escapes from Hermione right before the ground falls out from under her. Blood hell! What's going on!
Boom! Bright purple light explodes in the sky.
Crackle! Snap! Crackle! Followed closely by flashes of neon green light.
Loud bangs, and booms followed by bright blinding light. Cold air, forcibly hits Hermione in the face as scream echo around in her ears. Gripping Sirius as hard as she could, Hermione buries her face into his chest. Oh my god! I'm going to die! Where the hell am I?
His wife was a trembling mass in his arms had Sirius attention; he didn't see Fred come over towards him. "Mione, it fine," soothes Sirius. Her grip tightens on him making it hard to breath. "Mione," whispers Sirius rubber her back. Feeling a warm wetness where Hermione had her face buried in his chest, let Sirius know that she was crying.
"Is Mione alright," asks Fred, as he looks them over.
"No," barks Sirius tightening his jaw. "She's upset. Telling Molly, I'm sorry but we're going to go home."
"Go home," laughs Bill raising his wand. "Whatever for?"
BOOM!
A loud squeal erupts from inside Sirius's arms. Intrigued Bill walks over. "What have you got there?"
"Who's the stupid prat shooting off fireworks," dangeriously growls Sirius. Narrowing his eyes at when Sirius takes in Bill's wand. "Because that's what has Hermione, my wife, upset." At Bill's confused looked, Sirius clarifies, "Who is here, right now in my arms. Scared, upset and hungry."
"Who's scared, upset and hungry?" demands Molly. At the sight of more bright loud flashes of light, Molly screams, "Bill! Charlie! Percy! For Merlin's sake! Enough of the firework! It's only eight-fifteen in the morning! If you want something to do, go de- gnomes the garden!" Huffing Molly walks over to Sirius. "Now Sirius, who is hungry?"
"Mione," whispers Fred.
"What?" asks Molly slightly confused.
"Hermione," states Fred gesturing towards Sirius. "She's awake, and wants some of your egg sandwiches. But since the fireworks have startled her so badly, Sirius is thinking of taking her home."
"WHAT!" shouts an enraged Molly Weasley getting all of her children's attention. The sudden silence was eerie. "He'll do no such thing! Fred!" snaps Molly while pointing to him. "You go tell your siblings to be on their very best behavior or I'll have them cleaning the entire house!"
"Yes mum," whispers a horrified Fred as he backs away from her. Even Bill, at first backed away before turning to go into the back yard. Molly quickly made her way over to Sirius.
Gently laying one hand over Hermione's, Molly places the other on the small of Hermione's back. "Hermione, dear," whispers Molly. "Did I hear that you want some of my egg sandwiches?" A soft mumble greets her words. "You're going to have to turn your head so that I can hear you."
Slowly, Hermione turns her head, her eyes were scrunched tighten. Molly and Sirius could plainly hear her uneven breathing slow down. One eye creaked open, and then the other a small smile curves on Hermione's face. "Hello, Mrs. Weasley," greets Hermione.
"Mum," calls out Percy from inside the house. "You left something burning in here."
"Come on let's go inside," suggests Sirius rubbing Hermione's back. Nodding her head, Hermione reluctantly lets her death grip on Sirius but doesn't move from his embrace. Moving her gently, Sirius leads Hermione into the Burrow.
Until Later