'Mya? What's the matter?' She wished for it all to be a dream. for none of it to be real. But it was. And it seemed even more real when Remus knelt down to her and placed a hand on her arm. 'What's wrong?' When she didn't answer, he took her other arm and said, 'Come on, Love. At least get in the door and on to the couch. It's a lot more comfortable that the floor, I'm sure.'Hermione nodded, letting him help her up and into the living room. 'What happened?'
What Hermione said made little sense, if any. 'Sirius... Joss... bed...' Remus frowned. 'I... I loved... him... more... Ron!'
'So you found Sirius... and Joss in bed together?' Hermione nodded. The tears had stained her cheeks.
It hurt Remus to see Hermione like this. He had never seen her cry before. Not once. And then here she was, right in front of him, bauling her eyes out. 'Mya... Mya Love, calm down... listen to me...' He reached into his pocket and pulled out a kleenix and wiped her cheeks. 'Don't be like this. It's only going to hurt worse if you let it.' He put an arm around her and leaned back into the couch. 'For now, just sleep.' And Hermione did.
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Sirius pulled on a pair of pants and turned to Joss. 'What the fuck did you do?'
'What did I do?' She said, crossing her arms. 'I just helped a drunk friend home. And woke up in his bed.'
'Oh, don't act all innocent, Joss! You had this planned didn't you? And we've never been fucking friends!'
'No. I wanted to be more. But you can't ever see what's just in front of your face. We're meant to be together! Not you and that Mudblood wench. Just forget about her.'
'We were never meant to 'be together'! Joss, I'm nothing like you! I may be a pureblood, but I'm not a spoiled bitch like you are!'
Joss smirked. 'Sirius, you and me, we're more alike than you'd like to see.' And she was gone.
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When Hermione woke the next morning she was alone on the couch, holding an old crocheted afghan for warmth. She looked around the room. Remus walked in at that moment, dressed and two cups of coffee in his hands. 'Coffee?' he asked, holding one towards her as he walked closer. Hermione nodded and took the one he offered.
Her hair was a mess; frizzy from the humidity the rain had brought. It fell around her and into her face messily, and every few seconds Hermione pushed it away without a thought as though it was habit.
'Thanks.' Remus nodded.
'Hermione...' Hermione closed her eyes at her name... it was good to hear her actual name from someone other than Sirius. Remus sat down on the couch at her feet and set his coffee down on the table beside the couch. Hermione followed in suit, sitting up as she did so and pulling her legs closer to herself. Remus took the the extra room between them.'You didn't deserve any of that,' he whispered, taking her hand in his. Hermione watched every move he made closely. 'Hell, I'm sorry, but he didn't deserve you. I know that he's my best friend and everything, don't get me wrong he's a wonderful person, but you know... he never ever really just slowed down to see what was right in front of him. It was always one girl one night another the next when we were at Hogwarts...' Remus wasn't looking at Hermione. 'I knew that someone really special was going to get hurt eventually...' He kept talking, stuttering. At some points he was just mumbling and Hermione couldn't understand a single word.
She took her free hand and put it under his chin and forced him to look up. 'You're mumbling, Mooney. I can't understand a thing.' Remus closed his eyes and started to turn his face away again, but Hermione stopped him and forced him to look at her.
'Hermione, It's just that... well he's not the only one who cared for you. Hell, I love you.' Then, as quickly as he had said it, he stood up. 'I-I-'m sorry... that was... that was uncalled for.' H started to leave the room.
All at once, Hermione grabbed his wrist, stood up, and turned him around.She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his.
The kiss was long, gently rough, desprate, and there was as much passion in it that there had been in Sirius's kisses. When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, Hermione rested her forehead against Remus's, taking everything in. Remus closed his eyes and spoke.
'Hermione, I know you love him. But I'm sure that you felt something in that kiss as much as I did. I may not be Sirius, but I love you. And I could make you happy if you let me.' Hermione grinned.
'You've already made me happy.' And she kissed him again. Even longer this time, even rougher, even more desprate. And they collapsed onto the couch, tangled in each other, groping each other, reaching for buttons, snaps, and zippers.
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Sirius hadn't known where to go after Joss had left. He knew he had to find Hermione, but he didn't know where to look. He had first gone to James and Lily's place, thinking that maybe she'd be there since she had just finished shopping with Lily. But she wasn't there. The only other place he could think she would have gone was Remus's. And so there he was, at the door, wondering if she was inside.
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Hermione and Remus lay inside on the couch; their legs tangled and both of their bodies covered with beaded sweat as they lay trying to calm their bodies, panting and shaking. Remus pulled Hermione's petite body as close to his as he could and closed his eyes, and Hermione smiled, burying her face into the crook of his neck. Her hair was still a horrid mess, and it fell into Remus's face. He grinned, taking in the scent.
'Hermione...' He whispered. Hermione pulled back and looked at him. 'That was... that was amazing... ' he whispered, his cheeks turning red. 'But...but what's going to happen now? I mean, realisticly, are you going to just run from Sirius? I realize that I should have said this before any of this happened, but I know that you love Sirius.'
'Remus,' said Hermione, putting her open palm on his cheek, 'Sirius will always have that part of my heart... but... I do love you. Even if, and I know that I shouldn't say this, I loved Sirius first and perhaps ... more ... but there are different kinds of love.
'There's true love. Which Sirius may be for me. And there's friendship love. Like James and Lily. And then,' she said, forcing Remus to look at her, 'And then there's the soul mate love. You see, even if true love is true love, there's always the soul mate. The one that will never break your heart. The one who is always there. That's you and me, Remus. It's crazy, maybe, but this is m philosophy on life. On love.' She kissed him gently then pulled back and just looked at him.
Remus pressed his lips to hers, pulling her flush against him. They became unaware of anything that was happening around them and only seemed aware of each other. They didn't hear the door open and close. They didn't hear the footsteps coming near the living room. They did, however, hear the husky voice that spoke.
'What the fuck?'
Hermione and Remus shot apart. Hermione landed hard on the floor, and she grabbed the afghan to cover her body. Remus grabbed a pillow and used that, pushing himself up. Sirius stood in the door, shock all over his face, staring at what was in front of him.
'Sirius, listen,' said Remus, standing up and holding the pillow in place. But Sirius took two long strides across the room and his fist collided with Remus's nose, sending him back into the couch. Hermione scambled up, screaming at Sirius.
'What the fuck are you DOING?' She yelled, dropping down beside Remus. She pointed to the door. 'Get out!' When he didn't move, she said it again, sceaming this time. 'GET OUT!'
Sirius obeyed.
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AN thank you thank you! Well heres another one for you. Enjoy!
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