AN: Sorry I was taking a little break from all the writing it was starting to wear on me. I am thinking about going back to the beginning once I'm done and fix all the mistakes. Once again I am not JK Rowling.

I was laying on my bed re-reading the letter from Dumbledore again.

Miss Granger,

I know it is the first day of holiday break but would it be possible for me to stop by and see you in three days time before I leave on a trip? Tell Sirius hello for me. You two probably converse more than we do. Hope your holiday goes well.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

I had sent back a confirmation. The days had passed with talk of baby names and turning the guest room into a nursery. Dad smiled a lot but mum was crying more than usual. I was happy about the baby too but I was nervous about why Dumbledore would be coming. The only thing I could think of was my display of affection with Sirius in the middle of King's Cross Station. Wow, that sounded bad when you thought of it like that.

"Hermione, Professor Dumbledore is here." I froze and sighed. The stairs seemed shorter than usual as I made my way to the kitchen faster than I would have liked. Dumbledore was sitting at our kitchen table smiling pleasantly at me. I blinked and automatically sat down across from him.

"Professor Dumbledore." I said fidgeting nervously.

"Miss Granger I'm just going to jump right into it, do you remember what we spoke of the last time we had a meeting?" His eyes were twinkling and I nodded sheepishly. We had completely ignored what he had requested.

"I wanted to ask you what your parents think of everything?" He asked watching me closely.

I swallowed loudly. "Well they seem to be okay with it. Apparently Sirius had formally asked them for permission when I had been unconscious after the battle of in the Department of Mysteries."

"Yes I am aware of that," he knows everything. How is it he knows everything? "Any problems with the age difference?"

"I don't know if you know but the normal life expectancy for muggles is in their eighties and they were a little concerned about him being thirty-six. He told them that wizards live longer so they were completely fine with it, my mum is nine years younger than my dad." He nodded then looked up at me a small smile on his face.

"Miss Granger since your parents approve of the relationship I have no qualms about you two being together. Now I want to talk to you about marriage." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why? I don't plan on getting married any time soon."

"That is exactly why I wanted to talk to you about it. Sirius has told me that you won't even utter the notion because you believe either it would hurt Sirius more by being married to you because of your muggle-born status or because you don't expect to live through the war."

I nodded, "Yes those are my reasons."

"You know that most of your classmates were born during the first war correct?" His eyes were still twinkling.

"Yes..."

"And that if there is anything in this world that is worth fighting for it is love."

"But I do love Sirius." I said immediately wide eyed.

"I know you do Miss Granger but what about fighting for a future with him? A future where you have kids with a man you love. A future without Voldemort."

"But sir what about the repercussions if one of us died and we were married. I know how binding wizarding marriages are and that we would be connected. The bond would still be new and we would feel the others death. I don't think I could live with that."

"Everyone takes that chance when they get married wizard or not. Are you sure you are not afraid of allowing yourself to feel the pain of losing someone you care about?" I looked down at the table and bit my lip.

"Is it so wrong to want to not see people suffer? Especially if its someone you care about?" I asked my voice shaking.

"No but it could hold you back from something that could be truly magical." His eyes were twinkling and my resolve was starting to slip.

"Sir why are we even speaking of this when the chances of Sirius proposing is slim to none?" I asked shaking my head.

"You never know what might happen Miss Granger. I'm very sorry but I must be on my way please think of everything we've spoken of." And with a swirl of his purple robes he was gone out the front door.

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