What We Made Here

A/N- I want to thank my FIRST 2 reviewers, Ero Sennin and Andarte! I appreciate the advice, and the courage to keep this story going more than you know! It's nice to know that someone out there is taking notice of my efforts :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione's POV starts now.

It's today. THE day. Okay Hermione, you can do this. Just go downstairs, and when you are asked, give them a straighforward answer. Make certain they do not doubt you for a moment.... pretend it's the most natural choice in the world. No one is going to laugh at you... are they?

What if he doesnt agree?

what if he says... no?

Oh God, oh God... I cant breathe!

-gasping for breath-

Oh, I've gone completely barmy. This reaction is so uncalled for... Of course dumbledore will have asked him if he would be a choice for me in the first place. Although... he would never say no to Dumbledore. He owes him too much. so...

He probably doesnt want me.

-staring out of the window-

Of course he doesnt want to marry me. He's twenty something years older than me. It's perfectly logical that he would feel trapped into having to marry a young witch... I mean... seriously.

What would we talk about?

How would we spend our time together?

Oh stop this... He's an escaped convict, barely passing under the Ministries eyes every day of his life. It's a miracle Professor Dumbledore was able to make a possibility for a legal marriage between us. Sirius hasn't much choice on who to marry... unless he decided to never marry at all.

I guess my blood is getting in the way of his life too.... damn.

This will just a be marriage of convenience, however... I suppose he wont have to pay a lick of attention to me once its done... Thats all... Convenience.

-frowning, blinking back tears-

Silly... That's all it is... just really ridiculous. Conveniently keeping me alive under the ever protective wings of an Order member... But...

Oh....

-blushing furiously, looking decently red-

We are going to have to...

-Deep breath-

Consummate the marriage. I.. I wonder what it will be like. I'm positive he'll be better than my fingers.

-soft chuckle-

I suppose we will only have to do it once. I mean.. he's not going to want it more than once... I'm just too young to possibly be of interest. I cant fool myself. I know he's incredibly experienced... I gathered that from all of the stories of the Fantastic Days of the Marauders from Professor Lupin and Sirius himself. He was definitely a ladies man... ha.. ill have nabbed Hogwarts very own sex god here in a few days... but i know... he will only do the one time necessity.

wont he?

He doesnt seem the type to take advantage of me... though im not so sure i would mind if he did...

-eyes widen-

OH! what am i thinking! I know im no stranger to what conspires between a man and a woman in the bedroom. I wasnt born yesterday.. but i dont even know if i will like it, and here i am... feeling deliciously warm....

Alright... this inner monologue has to end before I manage to transfigure myself into a proper tomato.

End Hermione's POV
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The silence was proving to be too much for her. Every thought in her head became more and more suffocating, filling her mind with doubts as the quiet encased her.

'I need to be around other humans before I lose my mind altogether... well, before i change it anyway.'

Summing up what little courage she could find inside of herself, she slipped into some clothing that she hoped would catch the animagus's eyes.

'Maybe he wont harbor too much regret about getting himself into this mess if i make myself as dishy as possible.'

Just as Hermione was exiting her room, Harry Potter dashed upstairs with a rather large smile on his face.

"Hey there 'mione! How did you sleep?" he inquired.

"Oh just fine," she replied with a smile, "I obviously slept very late if you are already up and about."

Grinning largely he reached in to give his best friend a hug. Said best friend wasnt ungrateful for the brotherly affection, but was certainly surprised, "What's all this about?"

"well," began Harry, "I know you have the revealing of your big decision, and i just wanted you to know that i'm here for you and er.. whoever you choose, i back you one hundred percent."

As always, Hermione became incredibly emotional, and had to choke back a few tears. "you have no idea how much your support means, Harry," came her reply.

"Shall we?", the boy asked while motioning towards the stairs, in the direction of the sitting room. It would seem everyone had met there for a change.

She answered simply with a smile and linked arms with her closest friend. Together, the Boy who lived, and the insufferable know-it-all, two thirds of the Golden Trio, made there way down the stairs, and into Hermione's own personal den of wolves.

Hermione knew Ron would be waiting for them downstairs, and that with the three of them together, she could get through this in one piece.