They'd been planning the day for ages, of course. It wasn't as big as Hermione's parents would have hoped, but that fact was one that wasn't able to be addressed. They were still somewhere else, and their memories of her were gone, unable to be recovered in any form or capability. Not that it mattered much either way, both Sirius and her were without much family anyway. Most of his had been killed off during the first war, and she hadn't had any brothers or sisters.
As most brides did, she was reflecting on those facts as she was sitting in her dressing room. Her dress was extremely simple, yet it fit with her currently tamed curls, her brown eyes, her warm appearance. The slash of red that was the sash was enough to contrast the pale colour scheme. Light blues, creams, and light tans filled the room, warming it and keeping it all crisp, clean, just how Hermione liked things. She had yet to have her makeup, so if a tear or two slipped out, it would be fine. Ginny would be doing her makeup as soon as she appeared, which could be ages yet.
Hermione had arrived before anyone, intending to have a few moments of solace for herself, to think over the last few hours that she would be Hermione Granger, soon to be Hermione Black. She couldn't help the small giggle, thinking over those words. They were enough of a difference that she wouldn't be able to get used to it soon.
She had almost been Hermione Weasley, once upon a time. Now, she was glad that she hadn't followed through with that idea. If she had, then nothing would be the same. Ginny wouldn't be just her best friend, she'd also be her sister in law. Molly would be her mother in law… Something she couldn't fathom. No, to think of not having a mother in law was better than many of her alternatives, really. Nor would she have wanted to have someone else. Never again would she really, and truly desire someone as Sirius. The man had opened up for her, and she'd opened up for him. Yes, there was some things that they hadn't shared, but those would come later.
She knew that nothing he could tell her would make her love him any less. Her eyes closed, and her breath was expelled in a small rush. Leaning back, the thought of only being herself for a few more hours leaked in, and she was unable to help the thought. Her eyes moved to look around the dressing room, waiting for her makeup to be done in just moments. Now was the time to cry. Just in case. Cry from joy, or sorrow, from looking herself in such a thing as marriage…
yet the sorrow wasn't there, not really. This was just formalities. They were more or less married, just without the name. Their practices were that of married people, such as she had seen her parents do. Sirius would hold her hand, when they walked, he would pull her from cooking, he'd murmur words to her, at night. He never pressed more than what she wanted, and the same was extended to him. She'd stop him from walking out to work, by pulling his collar, and tugging him to her, kissing him deeply. There was many a time that she'd been late to work, to the point that Severus had changed her hours so she was required to arrive an hour later, but stay at least one hour later, occasionally two.
Though it was terrifying to change her name from Granger to Black, it was something she was willing to do. Her arms crossed, and her fingers traced over the mostly gone scar, from his cousin. A person that was never to be worried over again.
They were in bed, at the moment, and Sirius was holding her. She was smiling, and then leant up to kiss him, slowly, her hand moving to rest on his scar, very gently, as it was sensitive.
"I love you, Hermione Black," He murmured, when she pulled back.
"And I, you, Sirius Black.