This is a nice song for this pairing, isn't it?
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She's' been around, but she's young and clean
I've got to have her, can't live without her, whoo no
Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen
Christine Sixteen-Kiss
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Their mission started the moment they were told what was going on. Hermione was now Lady Sapphire Mapleway, the young wife of Lord Ambrose Mapleway, descendants of the great Mapleway family, wealthy landowners who contributed to most of the ministry's finances. Or so said the new, modified records.
Harry and Ginny were Duke Henry Grey and Dutchess Sylvia Grey of Liken, a mysterious principality in Europe. And Neville and Luna were Sir Johnson Merriweather and Mrs. Eleanor Merriweather, who dwelled in London and had a lot of influence on the ministry.
Their job-keep tabs on the Death Eater's working within the ministry.
Hermione was in her room, packing away all of her things. She and Sirius had until midnight. At midnight, they'd be given a portkey, which would take them to their new Manor in Ireland. According to Remus, their's was the largest of any of the other homes.
A knock came at the door.
"Come in!" Hermione called, stuffing a few bras into her trunk and throwing a blanket on top before whoever it was entered.
"Hey, dollface, you almost ready? It's nearly time to go."
Hermione nodded and glanced around her room, making sure she had everything.
"Listen, I know that being married to me might not be too thrilling..."
Hermione's heart sank. She'd been desperately trying not to think about it, but that didn't mean it wasn't happening. Sirius and Hermione, just like Harry and Ginny and Neville and Luna, were to be married at precisely 7, 9, and 11 o'clock that night. Then the records would be sent to the ministry, and everything would seem as real as possible.
"...but it's for the Order. And after the mission is over, we can file for a divorce and pretend this never even happened. Okay?"
Hermione sighed and glanced at him. "You know I don't hate you, right?"
Sirius was a bit taken aback, stepping backwards a little. "I-"
"I don't. And though I may not like being married to you, for reasons all my own, I don't hate you, and will tolerate our situation for the good of the Order." Under her breath she mumbled as she turned away, "With the war, I wasn't expecting a fancy wedding, anyways."
Sirius left her to her thoughts, needing to find his own. Things were going so well for him! But while they were working out for him, they obviously weren't for Hermione. This obviously wasn't what she wanted. Well, he could at least try to make it worth her while, couldn't he?
He needed Hermione in his life, to keep that happy feeling inside of him. But she didn't want him around, he could tell. Well, he'd just have to show her that she needed him as well.
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Hermione and Sirius's wedding was first. It was just a small thing. Just the signing of a slip of paper. Sirius was sitting at the table, waiting for Ginny to bring Hermione down, his stomach filled with butterflies, anxious for her reaction to what he'd done.
Finally, he heard her footsteps on the stairs approaching the kitchen, almost there...
As soon as she opened the door, Sirius's magic came into effect. With every step she took, the magic spread. Away went the dark and unhappy setting of Number Twelve, replaced by sparkling white decorations. Hermione gazed at everything in awe, completely unaware that her simple sweatpants and baggy tshirt were quickly transforming into the wedding dress of her dreams.
She couldn't help but smile at Sirius, and he couldn't help but wink back.
Hermione took a seat next to Sirius and Remus handed them the necessary paper. Sirius signed his name, and then Hermione. As soon as she picked up her quill, their names transformed into the names they would be taking on while on their mission. They were officially married.
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Yo! Back! The next chapter I've been excited to write for a while, so that one is coming fast, don't you worry!