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Chapter Seven
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Chapter Seven
“And to make matters worse, Tonks refuses to even speak to me now and won’t allow any of us to be alone in the same room, thusly the reason they never go to any parties any more.” Hermione sat down hard. “He told me that they had broken up. I took him at his word. How was I supposed to know that they did that all the time and that this was one of the many vacations that they took from each other? No one gave me a program or a guide to all this bullshite. How was I supposed to figure it out and why on earth should I keep paying for something that Remus should have been upfront about from the moment we started flirting?”
“I think I see what you mean about misreading men,” Sirius told her. “And I think I know just the thing you need.”
Narrowing her eyes, she asked, “What would that be?”
“It’s not a what so much as a who.” He went over and was leaning over her as he breathed, “You need me.”
“My, but you’re still as arrogant as when you were a teen,” she said.
“Why do you say that?” he asked, leaning over even closer.
“Because you never did ask if I were in a relationship now.” She pushed him back and stood up. “Which, by the way, I am.”
“Who?” he asked, nearly sounding as if he were demanding.
“You may very well be my supposed guardian, but it doesn’t make you my father-confessor too,” she pointed out to him. “My private life is just that, private. If and when it becomes anyone else’s business, you’ll be told.” She picked up a book. “But until then, my friend, we have work to do.” Hermione handed him a small tome. “This is a diary of a friend and critic of Machiavelli’s, Francesco Guicciardini. We need to know if he makes mention of the Plume and what it does in here. Have at it.”
“It’s in Italian,” he muttered.
“Okay,” she said, holding out a different book. “This is one of Medici’s diaries. And unlike that diary you’re holding this one is in coded Italian.” She put that one down and picked up a scroll. “This one is Cesare Borgia’s daily meeting calendar with notes of the minutes of what took place and it too is in code, but this one is so powerfully encrypted that we aren’t even certain what language it originated in. Take your pick.”
“Why can’t Zabini do this?” he asked.
“Because he isn’t here and you are,” she told him. “Well?”
“Italian diary it is,” he muttered, going over to the other desk with the book he had first been given. “Tell me something first.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked over to him.
“The man you’re involved with,” he said thoughtfully. “What does he think of your work?”
“I never tend to speak of my work with him,” she told him. “As work has its place and that location isn’t between us if we can help it. Why?”
“No reason,” he muttered, watching her covertly as she went back to work.
***
Exhaustion was eating at Hermione’s nerves as she drifted into the house. Candles flared to life around her thanks to a spell that had them going on when a person entered the room. She no sooner than fell back onto the bed than she heard someone coming into the room.
“This case you’re on currently,” he said. “I don’t find it to my liking.”
Rolling her eyes, she sat up. “For the love of Merlin, not now. I’m so tired I can hardly think.”
“Which is perhaps why now is the best time to do this.” He went over to her and took her jaw into his hand, lifting her face up towards his. “You were injured…”
“Not seriously…” she tried to cut in only to have his thumb pressed to her lips hushing her.
“And another wizard is protecting what is mine,” he softly growled, which had temper flaring in her eyes. “Yes, witch, you’re mine. We have an arrangement not to permit work to interrupt our lives. But when and if your life becomes endangered, it becomes my business.” His work roughened thumb stroked her full lips, murmuring, “Ahh, love, what am I to do with you?”
“I could use your help,” she told him. “Between not knowing if Blaise is telling me everything and Sirius being, uh, Sirius, it feels like I’m taking on the world alone.” Hermione rested her head on his shoulder. “It’s not fair to ask. I know that. You’re not a Ministry employee, never mind an Unspeakable. This isn’t your burden to take…”
“For you, my sweet, anything,” he murmured. “Now let us have a meal and some sleep, shall we? I don’t want you getting sick.”
***
Hermione woke to the sound of someone pounding on the front door of the house. Getting up, she absently kissed the chest of the man in bed with her, as she told him that she would get it. She grabbed her robe as she put on her slippers. When she opened the door, Sirius charged into the house.
“Blaise was attacked last night,” he said. “He’s at St. Mungos now. Has been since last night, but no one knew that it was him as his face was such a mess. Hermione, they don’t know if he’ll make it.”
“Shit,” she muttered, rushing over to the bedroom. “Wait out here. I need to get dressed and then we both can go over…”
“What’s happening?” came sleepily from the bed.
Sirius stopped dead in the doorway, staring in shock at the man there. “Bill? What…”
“I’m spending time with my witch,” the eldest of the Weasley offspring stated. “It’s not unheard of.”
“Is Hermione the reason why you and Fleur broke up?” Sirius inquired, gaining a glare from the witch on her way over to the bathroom with her change of clothing in hand.
“No, Hermione was the one to pick up the pieces after my ex-wife informed me that I wasn’t the man she thought I was,” Bill told him in an unyielding voice. “Of course she said this all after she introduced me to the very rich French wizard that she left me for.”
“From what I heard from your sister with the way Fleur is going through his money he won’t be rich for long,” Hermione said as she came back out again. “Get dressed, Bill. Blaise is in St. Mungos.”
Jumping up out of bed, he grabbed his clothing and went straight into the bathroom. Hermione looked over to Sirius, who was studying her as she stood there watching him in turn.
“You thought I lied about having a lover, didn’t you?”
“That wouldn’t be a first,” he stated.
“True, but unlike others, and I know that this is going to be a stretch,” Hermione told him. “I don’t lie well. I never have and I never will.” She looked over to where Bill was now standing and straightening his robes, but then looked back over to Sirius. “As bad as I have been at reading men, you truly suck at reading women.”
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Chapter Seven
“And to make matters worse, Tonks refuses to even speak to me now and won’t allow any of us to be alone in the same room, thusly the reason they never go to any parties any more.” Hermione sat down hard. “He told me that they had broken up. I took him at his word. How was I supposed to know that they did that all the time and that this was one of the many vacations that they took from each other? No one gave me a program or a guide to all this bullshite. How was I supposed to figure it out and why on earth should I keep paying for something that Remus should have been upfront about from the moment we started flirting?”
“I think I see what you mean about misreading men,” Sirius told her. “And I think I know just the thing you need.”
Narrowing her eyes, she asked, “What would that be?”
“It’s not a what so much as a who.” He went over and was leaning over her as he breathed, “You need me.”
“My, but you’re still as arrogant as when you were a teen,” she said.
“Why do you say that?” he asked, leaning over even closer.
“Because you never did ask if I were in a relationship now.” She pushed him back and stood up. “Which, by the way, I am.”
“Who?” he asked, nearly sounding as if he were demanding.
“You may very well be my supposed guardian, but it doesn’t make you my father-confessor too,” she pointed out to him. “My private life is just that, private. If and when it becomes anyone else’s business, you’ll be told.” She picked up a book. “But until then, my friend, we have work to do.” Hermione handed him a small tome. “This is a diary of a friend and critic of Machiavelli’s, Francesco Guicciardini. We need to know if he makes mention of the Plume and what it does in here. Have at it.”
“It’s in Italian,” he muttered.
“Okay,” she said, holding out a different book. “This is one of Medici’s diaries. And unlike that diary you’re holding this one is in coded Italian.” She put that one down and picked up a scroll. “This one is Cesare Borgia’s daily meeting calendar with notes of the minutes of what took place and it too is in code, but this one is so powerfully encrypted that we aren’t even certain what language it originated in. Take your pick.”
“Why can’t Zabini do this?” he asked.
“Because he isn’t here and you are,” she told him. “Well?”
“Italian diary it is,” he muttered, going over to the other desk with the book he had first been given. “Tell me something first.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked over to him.
“The man you’re involved with,” he said thoughtfully. “What does he think of your work?”
“I never tend to speak of my work with him,” she told him. “As work has its place and that location isn’t between us if we can help it. Why?”
“No reason,” he muttered, watching her covertly as she went back to work.
***
Exhaustion was eating at Hermione’s nerves as she drifted into the house. Candles flared to life around her thanks to a spell that had them going on when a person entered the room. She no sooner than fell back onto the bed than she heard someone coming into the room.
“This case you’re on currently,” he said. “I don’t find it to my liking.”
Rolling her eyes, she sat up. “For the love of Merlin, not now. I’m so tired I can hardly think.”
“Which is perhaps why now is the best time to do this.” He went over to her and took her jaw into his hand, lifting her face up towards his. “You were injured…”
“Not seriously…” she tried to cut in only to have his thumb pressed to her lips hushing her.
“And another wizard is protecting what is mine,” he softly growled, which had temper flaring in her eyes. “Yes, witch, you’re mine. We have an arrangement not to permit work to interrupt our lives. But when and if your life becomes endangered, it becomes my business.” His work roughened thumb stroked her full lips, murmuring, “Ahh, love, what am I to do with you?”
“I could use your help,” she told him. “Between not knowing if Blaise is telling me everything and Sirius being, uh, Sirius, it feels like I’m taking on the world alone.” Hermione rested her head on his shoulder. “It’s not fair to ask. I know that. You’re not a Ministry employee, never mind an Unspeakable. This isn’t your burden to take…”
“For you, my sweet, anything,” he murmured. “Now let us have a meal and some sleep, shall we? I don’t want you getting sick.”
***
Hermione woke to the sound of someone pounding on the front door of the house. Getting up, she absently kissed the chest of the man in bed with her, as she told him that she would get it. She grabbed her robe as she put on her slippers. When she opened the door, Sirius charged into the house.
“Blaise was attacked last night,” he said. “He’s at St. Mungos now. Has been since last night, but no one knew that it was him as his face was such a mess. Hermione, they don’t know if he’ll make it.”
“Shit,” she muttered, rushing over to the bedroom. “Wait out here. I need to get dressed and then we both can go over…”
“What’s happening?” came sleepily from the bed.
Sirius stopped dead in the doorway, staring in shock at the man there. “Bill? What…”
“I’m spending time with my witch,” the eldest of the Weasley offspring stated. “It’s not unheard of.”
“Is Hermione the reason why you and Fleur broke up?” Sirius inquired, gaining a glare from the witch on her way over to the bathroom with her change of clothing in hand.
“No, Hermione was the one to pick up the pieces after my ex-wife informed me that I wasn’t the man she thought I was,” Bill told him in an unyielding voice. “Of course she said this all after she introduced me to the very rich French wizard that she left me for.”
“From what I heard from your sister with the way Fleur is going through his money he won’t be rich for long,” Hermione said as she came back out again. “Get dressed, Bill. Blaise is in St. Mungos.”
Jumping up out of bed, he grabbed his clothing and went straight into the bathroom. Hermione looked over to Sirius, who was studying her as she stood there watching him in turn.
“You thought I lied about having a lover, didn’t you?”
“That wouldn’t be a first,” he stated.
“True, but unlike others, and I know that this is going to be a stretch,” Hermione told him. “I don’t lie well. I never have and I never will.” She looked over to where Bill was now standing and straightening his robes, but then looked back over to Sirius. “As bad as I have been at reading men, you truly suck at reading women.”
***
Time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long!!! The answer to the last one was "Morning After Dark" by Timbaland and SoShy. Triple chocolate cookies go out to Jennifer for knowing the answer! If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Here's the next song. "And I'm through with the reviews/And I'm sick of my shoes/And the walking and the talking/It's got nothing to do with/The final solution" And here are your clues! This singer/songwriter was a part of an alternative rock band back way back when known best for their Halloween gigs. He later went on to write soundtracks to major motion pictures (the song above is from one of them). Hope that helps you out. Have a great week!