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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Sirius/Hermione
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Adult +
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18
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7,266
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42
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Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
Hermione woke up to Molly Weasley shrilling at Harry, though what she was saying was quite beyond her as it was in the other room. Next to her Ginny was sitting guard, but it was Bill who went over to her the moment her eyes opened. Pain lanced through Hermione’s head, forcing her to close her eyes once more even as the eldest of Molly Weasley’s children helped her to sit up.
“Come on with you,” he whispered to Hermione as he pressed a potion bottle to her lips. “Drink up.”
“Hurts,” she hissed.
“I know,” he cooed. “Drink the potion, sweetling. It’ll make the pain go away.”
Hermione flinched at the taste of the pain potion, but was able to relax once more as the medicine began to work. Resting her head on Bill’s shoulder, she looked over to see Ginny trying as she might to get up from her chair.
“You better help your sister,” Hermione told Bill, lying back down on the bed. “Least I start laughing at how she’s looking like a beached whale and she tries to hurt me thus making the potion you gave me useless.”
Bill was barely able to hold back a chuckle, as he got up to help his baby sister to her feet. Ginny waddled over to Hermione, looking down at her with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” she answered quietly, sitting up once more. “How long have I been out?”
“About an hour,” her friend told her, stroking her curly hair out of her face in a motherly fashion. “What happened?”
Hermione told them about her struggle to get her jacket on her left arm and how in the middle of it all she was tackled to the ground by a mysterious man just as a smashing spell would have hit her.
“He didn’t mean to hurt me,” she told them, looking over to Bill who was listening just as attentively as his sister. “But I think I know what a bludger feels like now.”
Just then Harry came into the room followed by Molly. It wasn’t until this moment that Hermione knew where she was at all. St. Mungos was never this homey, she thought as Mrs. Weasley set a tray of food in front of her. It was the Burrow, she reasoned to herself even as she recognized the room as being Ginny’s old one.
“Feeling better, dear? You gave us quite a scare!” the matriarch of one of the largest wizarding families Hermione knew lectured her. “And to think if Harry hadn’t been carrying that old coin still…” She took up the spoon and put it into Hermione’s hand. “But that’s neither here nor there, now is it? Eat, dear. You’re nothing but skin and bones. However do you hope to get a wizard to look at you twice if you don’t have some meat…”
“Thank you for the meal, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione interrupted. “And I hate to say it, there is more than enough meat on my bones.” And then went on to grumble into the spoon as she took a bite, “Far more than I care for at any rate.”
“May I speak to Hermione alone?” Harry announced.
It had been Bill and Ginny that had to drag their mother out of the room. Once the door was shut, Harry sat down in the chair next to her.
“What happened?” he asked her in a low voice.
She repeated everything once more adding, “There was something about that man that was familiar. I was in shock and the injury had me not seeing straight. I might know him, but I couldn’t say.” Sighing heavily, Hermione looked into Harry’s green eyes. “I think I know what artifact they are looking for.”
“What?”
She told him what she had been able to find out so far, adding, “But the thing of it is, I don’t think the death eaters would attack me because of the Plume. It’s not as if I know where it is or even anything beyond myth. It would be as simple as I pissed them off. After all, I’m not exactly on their make friends list, now am I?”
“How true,” he said, leaning back. “Machiavelli’s Plume, huh?
“That’s what it looks to be so far, but given everything we know, which is next to nothing I might add, it could be a false lead.”
He nodded. “But until we find out one way or another, I’m going to be assigning you an auror.”
“What? Just because…”
He held up his hand, stopping her rant before it could begin. “I’m not interested in arguing with you, Hermione. I want you safe. That’s the beginning and the end of it.” Harry stood up. “And as I am the head of the aurors, I am in the position to make even you as an Unspeakable have to carry out my orders. Is that understood?”
“You’re making me have a babysitter, in other words?” she asked him tightly.
“If that’s what you want to call it, so be it. But you will have a guard and that is the end of it.”
“Who would it be?” she asked, sounding as if she were sulking now.
Sirius came strolling into the room. Taking in Hermione's sour face, he smiled as he looked over to his godson. “Just told her, I take it?”
“Yes.”
The older wizard went over to her. Moving the food tray to the nightstand, he slipped into the bed with her. Taking her into his arms, he murmured, “Don’t take it so hard, love. It just means he cares.”
“He thinks I can’t take care of myself,” she muttered. “I’m an Unspeakable, Sirius. If it gets out that I’m going about with an auror for protection, I would be a laughing stock!”
Wincing he muttered, “Forgot about that.”
“And it’s not as if this was the first time I’ve ever come under fire,” she pointed out. “I’m Hermione Granger. I might as well have a ‘hex me’ sign pinned to my back!”
Frowning Sirius asked, “Why?”
She looked at him flatly. “I can’t even begin to tell you how many jackasses are out there more than willing to prove I am not the ‘smartest witch of my generation’. One stupid woman just two weeks ago thought to teach me how much better than I she was at transfiguration by changing the books I was carrying into snakes.” She looked to Harry. “She missed and hit the water cooler I was passing!”
“Why didn’t you tell me these things were happening?” Harry demanded.
“Because I’m an Unspeakable!” she snapped back. “If I can’t handle those fools, then I don’t deserve to be one.”
Having used what little energy she had, Hermione sank against Sirius who enveloped her into his arms. Looking over to his best friend’s son, he murmured, “We can’t have our girl going out there alone with only the likes of Blaise Zabini watching her back.”
Harry was silent for a time, thinking of what was the best thing to do. “She’ll be pissed.”
“At first,” Sirius pointed out to him.
“I can hear you two, you know,” she muttered, rubbing her cheek against Sirius’s shoulder and letting out a long sigh.
“We wouldn’t want to be accused of speaking about you behind your back, pet,” Sirius told her.
“Arsehole,” she breathed.
“That and more,” he murmured to her.
With a weak snort of laughter, Hermione drifted to sleep. Kissing her forehead, he looked over to Harry. It was clear to the younger wizard that his godfather was going to stay on sentry duty—whether she wanted him to or not.
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Chapter Four
Hermione woke up to Molly Weasley shrilling at Harry, though what she was saying was quite beyond her as it was in the other room. Next to her Ginny was sitting guard, but it was Bill who went over to her the moment her eyes opened. Pain lanced through Hermione’s head, forcing her to close her eyes once more even as the eldest of Molly Weasley’s children helped her to sit up.
“Come on with you,” he whispered to Hermione as he pressed a potion bottle to her lips. “Drink up.”
“Hurts,” she hissed.
“I know,” he cooed. “Drink the potion, sweetling. It’ll make the pain go away.”
Hermione flinched at the taste of the pain potion, but was able to relax once more as the medicine began to work. Resting her head on Bill’s shoulder, she looked over to see Ginny trying as she might to get up from her chair.
“You better help your sister,” Hermione told Bill, lying back down on the bed. “Least I start laughing at how she’s looking like a beached whale and she tries to hurt me thus making the potion you gave me useless.”
Bill was barely able to hold back a chuckle, as he got up to help his baby sister to her feet. Ginny waddled over to Hermione, looking down at her with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” she answered quietly, sitting up once more. “How long have I been out?”
“About an hour,” her friend told her, stroking her curly hair out of her face in a motherly fashion. “What happened?”
Hermione told them about her struggle to get her jacket on her left arm and how in the middle of it all she was tackled to the ground by a mysterious man just as a smashing spell would have hit her.
“He didn’t mean to hurt me,” she told them, looking over to Bill who was listening just as attentively as his sister. “But I think I know what a bludger feels like now.”
Just then Harry came into the room followed by Molly. It wasn’t until this moment that Hermione knew where she was at all. St. Mungos was never this homey, she thought as Mrs. Weasley set a tray of food in front of her. It was the Burrow, she reasoned to herself even as she recognized the room as being Ginny’s old one.
“Feeling better, dear? You gave us quite a scare!” the matriarch of one of the largest wizarding families Hermione knew lectured her. “And to think if Harry hadn’t been carrying that old coin still…” She took up the spoon and put it into Hermione’s hand. “But that’s neither here nor there, now is it? Eat, dear. You’re nothing but skin and bones. However do you hope to get a wizard to look at you twice if you don’t have some meat…”
“Thank you for the meal, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione interrupted. “And I hate to say it, there is more than enough meat on my bones.” And then went on to grumble into the spoon as she took a bite, “Far more than I care for at any rate.”
“May I speak to Hermione alone?” Harry announced.
It had been Bill and Ginny that had to drag their mother out of the room. Once the door was shut, Harry sat down in the chair next to her.
“What happened?” he asked her in a low voice.
She repeated everything once more adding, “There was something about that man that was familiar. I was in shock and the injury had me not seeing straight. I might know him, but I couldn’t say.” Sighing heavily, Hermione looked into Harry’s green eyes. “I think I know what artifact they are looking for.”
“What?”
She told him what she had been able to find out so far, adding, “But the thing of it is, I don’t think the death eaters would attack me because of the Plume. It’s not as if I know where it is or even anything beyond myth. It would be as simple as I pissed them off. After all, I’m not exactly on their make friends list, now am I?”
“How true,” he said, leaning back. “Machiavelli’s Plume, huh?
“That’s what it looks to be so far, but given everything we know, which is next to nothing I might add, it could be a false lead.”
He nodded. “But until we find out one way or another, I’m going to be assigning you an auror.”
“What? Just because…”
He held up his hand, stopping her rant before it could begin. “I’m not interested in arguing with you, Hermione. I want you safe. That’s the beginning and the end of it.” Harry stood up. “And as I am the head of the aurors, I am in the position to make even you as an Unspeakable have to carry out my orders. Is that understood?”
“You’re making me have a babysitter, in other words?” she asked him tightly.
“If that’s what you want to call it, so be it. But you will have a guard and that is the end of it.”
“Who would it be?” she asked, sounding as if she were sulking now.
Sirius came strolling into the room. Taking in Hermione's sour face, he smiled as he looked over to his godson. “Just told her, I take it?”
“Yes.”
The older wizard went over to her. Moving the food tray to the nightstand, he slipped into the bed with her. Taking her into his arms, he murmured, “Don’t take it so hard, love. It just means he cares.”
“He thinks I can’t take care of myself,” she muttered. “I’m an Unspeakable, Sirius. If it gets out that I’m going about with an auror for protection, I would be a laughing stock!”
Wincing he muttered, “Forgot about that.”
“And it’s not as if this was the first time I’ve ever come under fire,” she pointed out. “I’m Hermione Granger. I might as well have a ‘hex me’ sign pinned to my back!”
Frowning Sirius asked, “Why?”
She looked at him flatly. “I can’t even begin to tell you how many jackasses are out there more than willing to prove I am not the ‘smartest witch of my generation’. One stupid woman just two weeks ago thought to teach me how much better than I she was at transfiguration by changing the books I was carrying into snakes.” She looked to Harry. “She missed and hit the water cooler I was passing!”
“Why didn’t you tell me these things were happening?” Harry demanded.
“Because I’m an Unspeakable!” she snapped back. “If I can’t handle those fools, then I don’t deserve to be one.”
Having used what little energy she had, Hermione sank against Sirius who enveloped her into his arms. Looking over to his best friend’s son, he murmured, “We can’t have our girl going out there alone with only the likes of Blaise Zabini watching her back.”
Harry was silent for a time, thinking of what was the best thing to do. “She’ll be pissed.”
“At first,” Sirius pointed out to him.
“I can hear you two, you know,” she muttered, rubbing her cheek against Sirius’s shoulder and letting out a long sigh.
“We wouldn’t want to be accused of speaking about you behind your back, pet,” Sirius told her.
“Arsehole,” she breathed.
“That and more,” he murmured to her.
With a weak snort of laughter, Hermione drifted to sleep. Kissing her forehead, he looked over to Harry. It was clear to the younger wizard that his godfather was going to stay on sentry duty—whether she wanted him to or not.
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Hello! It's time for the game I know and love--The Review Sing-A-Long!!! The answer to the last one was "Money" by Pink Floyd. Cookies go out to chris7100 and Jennifer for getting the answer! Chocolate sprinkles go out to monddame for knowing to who performed it, but not knowing what the song was. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
It's time for the next song! "I woke up this morning with a bad hangover/And my review was missing again/This happens all the time" After a comment that the last song wasn't difficult enough, I decided to plumb the depths of my musical memory and pulled out a gem from back in 1992. Performed by an alternative rock band, this song was spoken more than sung and stood out among the grunge hits of the day as it was so very strange. There you go. So, was the song difficult enough for you this time? Have a great weekend!!!