YOU AND ME
That was when Hermione woke. She sat up, gasping for air, her long, straight, dark hair falling into her face and her chocolate brown eyes wide open as she took in a deep breath of air. Her mind was racing with thoughts that zoomed by too quickly to acknowledge.
It was just a dream... she thought.
'Psst... Mya!' Hermione's head shot towards the door and out of the closed curtains, surrounding her bed. It was Sirius. 'What are you doing? It's ten o'clock on a Friday night, and you're already in bed.' Hermione rolled her eyes.
'Well, what do you want, then?' Sirius moved across the room swiftly. He siezed her wrists and pushed her back on the bed.
'I want to kiss you.'
'Then hurry before you lose the chance.' With a smile he pressed his lips against hers. Hermione let out a sigh before she could stop herself. Sirius grinned into the kiss, and Hermione wrapped her legs around him and flipped, so she was on top of him, straddling his waist.
'I want you to say my name,' he whispered, as Hermione caught his earlobe between her teeth.
'Sirius Black,' she whispered.
'I want to make love to you.' That surprised Hermione, and she pulled away. Grabbed her and turned so that he was once again on top of her. Through the kiss Hermione mannaged to mutter, 'Gods yes... ' Sirius sat up, pulling Hermione with him. He slowly unbuttoned her pajama top, sending shivers down her spine as he slid it off of her. She reached to slide his cloak off of him. Her hands ran over his chest as they kissed, and she sighed as he moved down to her neck, laying gentle kisses down as he moved. She moaned as his hands explored her. 'And I want you say you love me.' Hermione hesitated. If she did, she'd be vulnerable. She hated vulnerablity. And yet, the words slid right off of her tongue.
'I love you... '
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Hermione woke the next morning sometime not too long before noon, lying on Sirius. Her dark, straight hair fell around her as she sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Sirius stirred beneath her for a moment, then opened his eyes. Hermione had been stretching and, seeing him awake and watching her, she dropped her arms and gathered the blankets aroung her. Sirius laughed and, sitting up, pulled her into him.
'I don't remember you being this shy last night,' he said, kissing her. 'You're beautiful,' he whispered, pulling back and trailing a finger down the long scar on her face. 'How did you get them?'
'The war. Draco Malfoy gave me that one.' Sirius trailed down to one across her throat. 'Lucius Malfoy. He wanted to see my die slowly.' Sirius kissed one that ran down her left shoulder. 'Bellatrix Lestrange. I went to get revenge for... a death. She put me through hell with the Cruciatus curse.' Sirius's fingersran over a scar that ran the length of her arm. 'Rodolphus Lestrange. Wanted revenge after I killed Bellatrix.'
'You killed Bellatrix?'
'It was a kill or be killed situation.'
'Are we together in the future?'
'We're together now. Isn't that enough?' Sirius nodded, leaning towards her, pulling her into his arms. 'I love you... ' she whispered against his lips.
'I love you too, Mya.'
'Last night was wonderful.'
'Just wonderful? What about earth shattering? What about THE single most amazing night of your life?' Hermione rolled her eyes.
'Mya? Who are you talking to?' came a voice from outside the curtain. Lily Evans.
'No one!'
'I thought that I heard voices.'
'I'm completely alone. Go down for lunch, or something.' When she was sure that Lily had left, she turned back to Sirius, wrapping her arms around his neck. 'So where were we?' she asked, kissing him gently.
'Mmm... you were just telling me about how earth shatteringly amazing last night was.' Hermione rolled her eyes.
'Yeah. Right. Anyways... ' Sirius took her legs and wrapped them around his waist.
'Where did you get this scar?' he asked, running his hand over a specifically savage scar. It was wide and ran up her thigh jaggedly.
'That is one scar that I'm not in liberty to discuss,' she whispered, sighing.
'I promise I won't say anything. Or tell anyone.' He grabbed her wrists roughly and pushed her back onto the bed. Hermione pushed against him, anxious to feel him. 'Trust me, Hermione.' Hermione almost melted at the sound of her name. It had been so long since anyone had called her by her real name... She let her head fall back onto the bed and she closed her eyes and the name slipped through her lips, almost to quiet for her to hear. But Sirius heard it.
'Peter.'
Sirius froze for a moment, his silver eyes filling with a certain coolness as he registered what she had just said. 'Our Pete? Peter Pettigrew?' Hermione nodded, fully expecting him to climb off of the bed and walk out of the room in the full nuddy pants, to beat the living hell out of Peter. But he didn't. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered.
'You shouldn't apologize, Sirius. It wasn't you.'
He kissed her with such a force Hermione didn't do anything for a moment out of shock. Then she kissed him back.
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Hermione lay awake a while later, Sirius's head rested on her chest. She was tired, true, but sleep did not come. She feared what could happen now that she had told Sirius about Peter... would everything change between them? Would the future change? Gods, she hoped not...
'Mya...' came a drowsy voice.
'Mhmm?' Sirius lifted his head and met Hermione's eyes.
'Listen... We graduate in a month. I've been living with the Potters, but obviously I can't stay there any longer... they've done enough for me as it is. And James is looking for a flat to share with Lily... anyway... I have a flat all ready and rented and everything... but I was just wondering... I know that you don't have anywhere to go... do you think you'd like to move in with me?' He had said it all in one breath... really really fast. Hermione registered what he had just asked, and a smile spread across her face.
'Of course!'
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'Mya! MYA CHAPMAN!' Hermione jumped awake, her head pounding from that moment of confusion from waking up suddenly. 'Mya... ' Lily pulled back the curtains to her bed. 'Professor McGonagol sent me up to fetch you. You'd better come down to the hospital wing... it's Sirius.'
Hermione sat there in confusion for a moment; she was still half asleep. Serious, or Sirius? You know, you try putting a destinction between the two when you're being woken up at three in the morning.
'I'm sorry, serious, or Sirius?'
Lily's lip twitched as she sat there staring at Hermione. 'Sirius! Like your boyfriend!'
Hermione's eyes widened with realization. She ran for the door, still in her pajamas.
When she reached the hospital wing, she burst in and immediatly ran to Sirius's bedside. He was unconcious. She dropped her knees, taking his hand in her own.
'Miss Chapman,' said Professor McGonagol, 'I apolgize for waking you at such a beastly hour, but I thought it best you come down here.'
'What the fuck happened?'
'Language, Miss Chapman! Mr Black was hit with a memory charm. I don't know how strong, so I don't know how much was erased. It could be a week, a couple days, a month... Miss Chapman, there is the possiblity that he doesn't remember you at all when he wakes.'
Hermione could feel tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew everything had been to good to be true...
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Sirius was sitting on the edge of his bed, face buried in his hands. Harry poked his head in through the door. On the bedside table was a picture that made Harry smile slightly. It was a picture of a younger Sirius and Hermione. Sirius had a huge grin on his face, arm around Hermione. Hermione leaned forward for a minute, and a strand of hair fell into her face. When she leaned back into Sirius, he reached across her and pulled back the hair, placing a kiss on her cheek.
'You might as well come in,' said Sirius. Harry did.
'It's been two months,' whispered Harry. Sirius nodded.
'Just the past two months have been more agony without her than the years I spent without her.' He looked up at Harry. 'I know how awkward it must down, hearing that your godfather is in love with your best friend.' Harry smirked and nodded. 'I do, though. Gods, I do.' He looked at the picture before reaching for it and standing up. 'She's your godmother, you know.'
'I didn't know.'
'She is.' He set the picture down on the dresser before pulling out a drawer and reaching in, grabbing a leather bound photoalbum. He sat back down on the bed beside Harry. 'And I wasn't the only one who loved her.'
'I just... I just need to know something. You never hurt her, right?'
Sirius sighed. 'I did. Never on purpose, though. I made a big drunken mistake and got her hurt.'
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'Mya... ' Hermione jolted up from her seat. It wasn't Sirius, however, who had called her.
'Oh! Remus!' Hermione stood up and flattened out the wrinkles on her cloak. 'What are you doing here?'
'I came to see how things were.' He sat down on the bed beside Sirius's. Hermione turned her attention to him.
'He hasn't woke,' she whispered. 'Hasn't even moved. McGonagol said he might not even remember me.' She got up from the chair she sat on and moved over to the bed beside Remus. 'You know, sometimes I can't help but wonder... is this my fault?'
'Of course it isn't your fault!' said Remus. Hermione leaned sideways, resting her head on his shoulder.
'You don't know that. Remus, I told him somethings I know I shouldn't have. I think that someone found out. I think it's my fault.' She looked at Sirius. 'You know, I've dealt with alot of death. Alot. But I think that having someone you love not remember is worse than them dying. I love him more than... than my last real love. Ron. And I loved him so much.'
'What did you tell him?' Remus asked, looking down to her.
'The truth.' Hermione looked up at him. 'It's nothing you want to hear.'
'Hermione, you have a secret of mine. A secret that could be potentially dangerous. You owe it to me to tell me. I want to do something to help you too.'
'Remus... this information... I think it's more dangerous than you know.'
'I don't care.' He looked away. 'Mya, Sirius isn't the only one here who cares about you.'
'My name isn't Mya. It's Hermione Granger.'
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'You're from the future.' said Remus, still taking it in. Hermione nodded.
'If you need time, to get away from this, figure it out... '
'No. It's just a bit of a shocker. So should I still call you Mya, or would you prefer Hermione?'
'No one else knows, so it should be Mya in public. In private, I don't care.'
'Hermione... ' That wasn't Remus.
'Sirius?' Hermione dropped to her knees at his bedside. 'Sirius... you remember me... '
'Of course... ' he moaned, sitting up. 'Why wouldn't I?'
'You were attacked with a memory charm. What is the last thing you remember?'
'You... and me... that night. And then Lily... and the scars... '
'Do you remember any names from the scars?'
'Yes. No. There's one... I can't remember. Or anything after that.'
'So you don't remember... asking me... '
'What? What did I ask you?'
'You asked me to move in with you. Once we graduate.'
'I did? I know I was planning on it... but I actually worked up the courage to? What did you say? No... don't tell me... actually, yes, tell me.'
'I said yes.'
'Yes!' Hermione leaned back into the chair, remembering. That scar... that was the one...
'Damn you, Peter!' she burst before she could stop herself. I was Peter. He had been working with Voldemort even before they had finished school!
'What?' Remus and Sirius both said, looking at her for a moment.
'Er-nothing. It's nothing... '
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She burst into the Gryffindor common room, Remus and Sirius in tow, confused. Hermione went straight across the room, anger coursing. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at Peter. The tip touched his nose and he cowered into the corner.
'WHY'D YOU DO IT?' she screamed. 'WHY"D YOU FUCKING DO IT?'
'Wh-what are you t-talking ab-bout?'
'You know exactly what I'm fucking talking about!'
'Mya... ' Sirius stepped towards her and reached for her wrist. 'What's going on? What did he do?'
'He knows! Let him tell you! Or better yet... ' she waved her wand and a yellow light spread around. When the light died down, Sirius was standing wide-eyed.
'It was - it was - ' he stuttered. Then ran from the room. Hermione glared at Peter and pointed her wand back at him, tempted to hex him, but instead turned and ran after Sirius.
'Sirius!' She followed him to his dormitory.
'I thought he was my friend! I trusted him!' He grabbed a chair that was in a corner and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell to the ground. 'He's working... he's working for him, isn't he?' Hermione turned away. 'ISN'T HE?'
'I DON'T KNOW!' Hermione screamed back. 'Right now?I think, but I don't know. I'm sorry, Sirius.' She burst into tears and fell to the ground. 'I don't fucking know. You have to promise me that no matter what, you won't do anything that gets him in trouble... it'll change the future and that wouldn't be good, Sirius.'
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A/N
Well there ya'll go. Sorry it took me so long, I didn't like what I origonally had... so I rewrote it all. Three times... anyways... please review!
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