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Chapter Five: A Sirius Conversation

"Argh!" Hermione exclaimed in frustration, throwing her dark blue clutch at the far wall. She sunk into the ground, pulling various pins from her hair as she did so. She had spent so long trying to look nice for this dinner, and he spent the whole time sending her mixed feelings. Did he fancy her? Were they only friends? Did he regret what he did? What was going on? She sighed dejectedly and picked herself up from the floor. She moodily made her way to the kitchen and turned on the kettle, preparing for a night in.

Hermione felt so alone, in a different way than the war. She had been keeping her feelings bottled in for so long, she felt herself about to combust. She loved someone who she shouldn't- who could have gone through that? Who could she ask that she knew would treat her situation- Sirius.

She rushed to the practically unused fireplace and decided to ask for her best friends godfather. Even though the pair din't see eye to eye, he'd know what to do...she hoped.

"Sirius? Could I talk to you? I understand if you're busy, I just need a little advice..." Hermione said. Once she had spoken, she felt ridiculous. Sirius was finally a free man! Why on earth should he spend time with her? He could be doing whatever he liked! He could be- the familiar crack of apparation came from outside her flat door. She walked there quickly, practically melting with relief when she saw the familiar black hair.

Sirius looked at Hermione's dress and make up and took a step back with his hands up.

"Love, I don't know what you're looking for but I don't think I'm the person for you."

She noticed her attire and rolled her eyes, opening her door.

"Please! Like I'd ever do that to Remus!" She said, referring to Sirius' fiancé. After the war, the spell which Bellatrix had sent keeping him in the veil was broken, and the poor man had been stumbling around the Department of Mysteries for days before he had been found and brought in for questioning and medical attention.

Unlike most people believed, Remus and Tonks had never been a couple. Each reminded the other of Sirius, so they spent their time remembering and mourning together. When Remus had been wounded in battle, everyone thought he would die. He had narrowly missed a particularly hateful killing curse when he caught the tail end of an explosion. Sirius had found Remus at St. Mungo's (a few rooms down, coincidently) and had stayed with the werewolf until he woke, where the couple were finally reunited. Their engagement was the first of many which happened soon after the war, but the pair would always hold a special place in Hermione's heart.

"So, what can I do for you?" Her friend asked, when they had finally sat down each with a cup of tea.

"Sirius- what I'm telling you know is very personal. You understand that- right?"

"Of course, love!"

"You remember when you told me about when you and Remus first started dating? About how the Wizarding World made you feel like you were in love with the wrong person?"

Comprehension flashes through his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I do remember."

"How did it feel? How did it feel when you were supposed to be happy and in love with someone, when you knew he wasn't the one you wanted?"

"It felt like there was a part of me that only Remus could fill. It felt that even though I might be hated, even though it might hurt, it was worth the risk. Because life without Remus wasn't worth it. It would be better to loose something we had than never have anything worth taking the risk for." His words spoke a truth she couldn't deny.

"Sirius, has anyone ever told you how brilliant you are?"

"A few times." He said.

"Now come here." She let herself be pulled into a hug from the Animagus. Maybe he was right. Maybe she should tell him. Because life without Fred wasn't worth it. She knew deep down that it would be better to loose something that they had than never have anything worth taking the risk for. And Fred was definitely worth the risk.

xoxoxoxo

As a child, there had always been something magical to Hermione about the night. The silence, the solitude, the darkness- she had always been fascinated by it. However once her sixth year finished, the night had never been the same. It had been filled with terror and paranoia- would they die tonight? Would all of their work be for nothing? Once the war ended, the night was full of nightmares. Each night, she relived the horors of the war, and she saw her youth destroyed so that others could enjoy theirs. Hermione never truly begrudged the position thrust uppon her, but it made her sad to think that of all the dead, she had lived. What made her special? Did she have a larger purpose to fulfil after the war?

Those were the thoughts that plauged Hermione, as she nursed a cup of tea once more. Sirius had departed soon after their conversation to return to his loved ones, and Hermione sat quietly. As the bells sounded midnight, Hermione decided to try and get some sleep. That day, when she had fallen asleep in Fred's arms, she hadn't a single worry. Now she lay alone, tossing and turning, wondering if he fel the way she did too.

Frebruary 11th. Hermione checked off the date of her calendar and smiled at the pictures. She had used wizard pictures and charmed her calendar to inform her of all of her daily events, and smiled as she looked over all of her finished assignments. However she was very pleased that she had skipped her lunch break the day before- it made this one so much better.

Lunch with Fred- 1 o'clock

"Hello, love. Have a nice evening?" Fred asked, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before taking the seat oposite her.

"Lovely. Did you?" Her question was met with one of those smiles. The one that sent shivers down her spine and warmed her from the inside out.

"With you, I'm gaurenteed a good time." She blushed at his response and, to hide the heat in her cheeks, she responded, "Only 'good'?"

Fred mock considered it carefully before having an aparent brakthrough. "Spectacular!" He declared, a boyish grin upon his handsome features.

"Now that's more like it!" Hermione said with a smile, taking the time to glance down at her menu.

"Now- what's for lunch?" Fred asked, rubbing his hands together in glee. Thinking back to the infamous Weasley appetite, Hermione wondered if promising to pay for lunch this time had been the right idea.

A/N: I know. It's mostly fluff. The dinner is coming up in a few chappies, and we'll find out what happens at lunch tomorrow...or whenever I get arround to posting. Thank you fabulous people for sticking with this story! I really hope you've enjoyed. If there's anything you'd like to see, or what you think will happen, please let me know! I'm still new to ff, so any constructive critisim is welcomed and asked for. 706 views? 18 follows? 10 favs? 4 reviews? Thank you to all- you're the best!

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