Alcatraz starts in an hour. How many chapters do you think I'll have the motivation to write before then?
I don't own Tears Are Falling, which belongs to the epic band, KISS.
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Something is wrong as I hold you near
Somebody else holds your heart, yeah
You look at me with your eyes in tears
And then it's raining, feels like it's raining
Oh no, tears are falling
Oh no, tears are falling, whoo oh
Oh no, tears are falling, whoo oh
I saw you cry
Tears Are Falling-KISS
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They packed up and moved out two days after the meeting. The Death Eaters had decided not to attack after all, and we're switching locations. The official story was that they were bored with the scenery, but the rumours among the wealthy were that Hermione and Sirius were wanted by the ministry for something terrible.
Sirius was seated in the library, reclining far back and gazing sideways out the window at the gloomy, rainy day. Raindrops spattered across the window, not allowing for sight through the glass. A glass of Firewhiskey dangled from Sirius's fingertips. He ran a hand over his forehead. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. He'd never gone so long without having a girl to turn to. He had no one.
He didn't know why he'd chosen the library to sulk. The kitchen was empty and his bedroom was always welcoming. He figured it was because he knew that, sooner or later, Hermione would show up in search of something to do. She would curl up with a book and get lost, absently tugging on her hair or pulling at her lips or doing one of those other cutesy things she probably didn't even know she was doing. And he would be there, waiting for her, for whenever she decided she wanted him. If that was ever.
Just as he had predicted, Hermione soon stepped inside. She was wearing her pajamas, a nightgown that reached well past her knees. It was shapeless and unflattering, but it didn't matter. She was always gorgeous to Sirius.
"Oh," she said. Sirius barely even glanced her way before turning back to the window. He felt so unlike himself lately, especially this whole love thing. It really wasn't like him at all. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here. Do you want me to leave?"
Sirius sighed. She talked a lot. He shook his head.
She smiled. "Good. I like siting with you. I miss it. Remember when we used to read together?"
It was only a few weeks ago. How could he forget? He nodded.
She hesitated, then moved towards one of the bookshelves and began sorting through the books. She pulled out one that she had shoved in there a few months back. "Want to do that again?"
Boy did he ever.
"Have you ever read 'Water for Elephants?'"
Sirius shook his head. Hermione smiled and sat cross-legged on the floor. "Good. I'll read it to you."
Sirius sighed again and leaned back, closing his eyes. He listened to her voice for hours. It was so wonderful. He loved listening to it. When it started to sound tired and dry, Sirius offered her his Firewhiskey. He liked that she didn't cringe at the heavy liquor. Then she continued reading happily, content to spend time with him.
"Even so, I wonder whether our affair isn't obvious. It seems to me that the bonds between us must be visible," she read. "I-"
"Hermione, stop."
She glanced up. "What's wrong?"
His face was scrunched up. He was going to cry. He was actually going to cry. This was not good.
"I can't take it anymore."
She tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean? You don't like the book? You could have told me. I've read nearly all of it..."
"No..." he shook his head. "No. Hermione, I'm in love with you, and I can't not have you any longer. I can't...I can't..."
He stopped talking. Hermione's fingers were covering his lips. She was crying, too, as she stared up at him.
She kissed him.
"I can't not have you any longer, either," she whispered.
Sirius's lips twitched.
And then he pulled her into his arms and held her as closely as he could, completely unashamed of his tears.

It took 31 chapters, but they're finally together! ^^ Yay!