A/N: I want to thank my loyal reviewers. You have no idea how much your reviews helped me out last night! And I want to dedicate this chapter to any of my readers who feel lonely. I am one of you, and one day we will all find someone who makes us ridiculously happy okay?

The first thing that woke Sirius Black up the next morning was the faint smell of soap and strawberries. Followed by a very loud knock on the door. He groaned and opened his eyes and saw that his head was buried in Hermione's hair, his arms protectively around her as she slept soundly in his arms.

He had slept with her, and slept with her. And he had cuddled. Well this is a first, he thought.

The knocking continued, and he looked at the clock to find it was already ten thirty. Remus was probably knocked out cold of exhaustion from the night before, and there was no way he expected his best mate to get the door. But he wanted to stay next to Hermione, and yet, the door would not stop being pounded.

He grumbled and as quietly as he could, he extracted himself from around the beautiful sleeping form of Hermione. He pulled on some pajama pants and ran a hand through his hair. The only reason he had willed himself to get up was because most people didn't know the lift combination to the penthouse. And the people that did were important-so this had to be an emergency.

It better bloody well be a damn emergency, Black cursed as he opened the door and a steaming, cursing Weasley flew into the apartment.

"YOU!" Ron pointed his wand at Sirius, who didn't seem concerned at all. The older man merely leaned up against the hallway wall and stared at Ron.

"How did you get her, and what are you doing here?" Sirius asked, almost in a bored tone. Inside, he was furious that the little fuck even dared to come there and interrupt his morning with the most perfect witch in the world.

"You forget that my new girlfriend has the code key, seeing as she used to date your best mate," Ron said.

"I don't understand why that is relevant, Weasley. My whore of a cousin broke my best friends' heart to fuck you. For reasons I am still trying to wrap my head around. I used to have the utmost respect for you, but after what you did to Hermione, I don't want you anywhere near this apartment ever again, do I make myself clear?" Sirius said the last few words with a violent staccato to his voice. He could see a hint of fear in Ron's eyes as the madman from Azkaban briefly came into the light.

"I felt awful about what I did to Hermione…but then I saw you two last night…and I couldn't believe she had stooped so low as to fuck an old man like yourself," Ron narrowed his eyes.

"Two old men, actually," Sirius smirked. Ron was rendered speechless.

"You and…and…" he stammered.

"Remus, yeah. She's dating both of us," Sirius stated rather matter-of-factly. Ron turned red again, his wand still pointing straight at Sirius' heart.

"Well isn't that just rich…" Ron sneered.

"What's going on?" Hermione's voice was quiet and both of them turned to look at her as she approached them rather tentatively, wide-eyed with a black robe wrapped around her with just a hint of what she was wearing last night peeking out. She had her wand with her.

"Since when did you turn into such a tart Hermione?" Ron wheeled on her.

"Stupefy!" she stunned him and he flew back, hitting the closed front door and falling down to the ground. It took him a few moments to get up, but her wand was still trained on him when he did.

"And when did you turn into such an arse?" she asked. Sirius watched her face gallantly try and hide the heartbreak, "I was in love with you. So in love with you—Ron I thought you were the one. What did I do wrong? Why wasn't I good enough for you anymore? Who is she? TELL me who she is!"

Ron stared at her, the color leaving his cheeks as he saw a single tear drop down her cheek.

"'Mione, I'm sorry. You are just too much for me. You are too good, too brilliant, too everything. I can't be that guy for you," Ron nearly whispered. His whole demeanor had changed with the shift of attitude in the room.

"Do I know her?" Hermione continued.

"Please, love, go back to bed," Sirius spoke up finally, and both her and Ron shot him scathing looks.

"Ron I think I deserve to know who you left me for," she looked at the red-head with pleading eyes. Sirius moved closer to her, knowing that what was to come would not end well.

Ron set his mouth in a hard line, "It's Tonks. 'Mione, I left you for Tonks."

Hermione screamed, sending a hex flying at Ron, but he dodged it and Sirius' arms were around Hermione in an instant, pulling her back and keeping her from attacking Ron any further. He took her wand out of hand.

"Get out of my house, or I swear I will kill you Weasley, I don't give a shit if I have to go back to Azkaban. Don't you ever, ever come here again or talk to Hermione. Don't ever let me see you. You don't even deserve to be standing here looking at her," Sirius growled at Ron who cursed him under his breath, gave Hermione one last look that was a mixture of sadness and hate, and left. Hermione immediately collapsed crying into Sirius' arms and he picked her up and carried her back to his room.

When he laid her down on the bed he wiped the tears from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb and curled up next to her.

"Did you know?" he voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.

"They were there last night at dinner," he explained and her eyes turned cold when she looked at him, "I didn't tell you because we were having such a wonderful time. I didn't want that git to ruin your happiness."

"That git was my happiness for six years, Sirius," she rolled away from him, pushing his arms away, "Does Remus know?"

"I don't know," Sirius answered truthfully. He didn't know if he should tell his friend. He didn't know if he could stand to live with two people he cared for so deeply and see them so hurt at the same time.

Sirius tried once again to place his arms around her and hold her, but she pushed him away again and he stopped fighting it. They both heard the loud thud coming from down the hall. Remus was awake. Sirius kissed Hermione on the forehead and got up to see his friend, hearing her submit to soft sobs as he stepped out of the room.

Black unwarded the door and opened it to find that Remus had just sat up on his make- shift little bed in the corner. He only had one cut this time, across his right cheek, and he looked weak and pale like he always did. Sirius hated seeing him like this, but Remus' small smile made him feel a bit better.

Padfoot was by his friend in an instant, healing the cut as far as a werewolf scratch could be healed by magic, and conjuring some water and chocolate for him. Remus took it thankfully and ate so that some color returned to his face.

"How was it?"

"Average. Not the best, not the worst," Remus sighed and Sirius' heart was doing an inner battle as to if he should relay the news or not. But deciding that since Hermione was crying her eyes out in his bed over it, there would inevitably be questions.

"Mooney, there's something I have to tell you about Tonks," he started, sighing heavily and Remus returned his friends' look with a small, sad smile.

"I already know. When I visited the Potters, Ginny told me. How do you know?" Remus asked.

"I saw them out to dinner last night. And I nearly killed the little prick then. But I didn't want Hermione to notice and then the bastard had the nerve to come pounding on our door this morning trying to seek vengeance. And of course Hermione is devastated," Sirius explained. Both of their hearts re-broke for her.

"I'll kill him," Remus whispered.

"Sorry, I already called dibs, mate," Sirius patted his friend on the back gently; "Shall I have Hermione come in and look after you?"

"Don't trouble her, Pads," Remus sighed, laying back down on the thick blankets and pillows by the wall. Sirius flicked his wand and made the hidden fireplace in the room appear with a crackling fire and he conjured up some tea and some more blankets.

"I think she will want to be troubled. She's clearly had enough of me, and I think she needs someone with a little bit more finesse at emotions to comfort her. You guys can hole up in here the whole day and feel sorry for yourselves," Sirius winked jokingly and left the room to get Hermione. He was glad that she was no longer crying when he walked back into the room.

"Remus would love to see you," he offered gently and she picked her head up off the pillow and regarded him with an apologetic look as she got up off of the bed, gave Sirius a hug and then walked back to her own room. She changed out of the leather ensemble that by now had grown rather uncomfortable on her, sticking it in her drawer for another time, and put on some jeans and a white v neck. Throwing her curly hair up into a ponytail, she entered the room that Remus had spent the night in.

He smiled warmly when he saw her, but was too weak to get up and throw his arms around her like he wanted to. He knew that he hadn't had as bad of a transformation because the last thing he thought about before the change was her. He had something to look forward to when it was all over.

She sat down on the blankets with him, pushing his sandy hair out of his face and tracing his new scar gently with her fingertip. She kissed his temple and down to his lips, placing soft, chaste kisses on them as he held her. They didn't even have to speak, he knew and she knew, and they held each other, wrapped in the blankets by the fire.

"I missed you last night," she said, holding tightly to him. He had a way of making her feel so safe, even though she knew that he was the one that needed to be taken care of.

"So did I, did you and Sirius have a nice time?" his voice was tinged with jealousy at this question and her blush gave him all the answers. He held her more protectively and she told him she was sorry about Tonks. And he told her he was sorry about Ron. His strength came back to him faster than before and in a few hours they were able to drink the still hot by magic tea and sit up closer to the fire. Hermione rubbed his muscles gently to try and ease the pain after the transformation. She worked her soft hands into his shoulders, down his arms, and even his calves. He enjoyed it immensely, it was so intimate an act, and they didn't have to speak. They just looked at each other in moments like that and knew there was something that was growing very strong between them.

It was in this moment that Hermione realized that this morning had changed so much. She had gotten some sort of closure with Ron, even though it hurt. She had woken that morning feeling empty that Sirius was gone from the bed and when she realized he was defending her and protecting her from Ron, she fell irrevocably for him. And sitting here with Remus and taking care of him as he also nursed her soul back to health—she had fallen for him too.

With a sigh she knew that both men each held half of her heart. She had fallen in love with both of them in different ways and for different things. It was strange, but she knew it to be absolutely true.

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