The Return: Remix
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The Return: Remix
Hi! I know, I'm going back to an old theme. But in all honesty, and I hate to admit this, but the last Sirius/Hermione story I put out was the wrong one! Ouch. In my haste and nervousness to publish my first fanfiction, I put out the one that was first out there. I had meant to put out this one. I believe it is the better of the two versions and with any luck you feel the same way!
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Chapter One
It was the twins that noticed the change in Hermione first. Being as watchful as they were seeing as they were always on the lookout for retaliation, it made perfect sense that they be the first to see. Her hair was smooth, silken one could call it and it went down to the middle of her back as she was wearing it down all the time now. She was no longer wearing muggle outfits of jeans and t-shirts, but rather simple cotton dresses that seemed to emphasize just how female she was.
“Oi! Hermione, pass the gravy!” Ron asked, never once looking at her or even bothering to see just how disappointed she was that he found his breakfast more desirable than she was.
“He’s an idiot,” Charlie muttered into his coffee.
“Ron, doesn’t Hermione look lovely today?” Ginny tried to get her brother’s attention away from his food and onto his girlfriend.
“Yeah, yeah, great,” he answered with a mouth full of food without even looking at her.
“He isn’t an idiot, brother,” Bill said to Charlie. “That is too soft a word for what he is.”
“Ron, please can we go speak…” Hermione asked him, trying to keep her temper in check.
“I’m eating!” he snapped, making her lose the grasp on her temper once and for all.
“Ronald Weasley, you are acting as if you’ll never be fed again!” she roared, finally getting his attention. “Oh, now you look? You are a daft, lazy, good for nothing oaf!”
“I…”
“I get dressed up in one of my best sundresses, I do up my hair, and put on makeup and for what I ask you? So I can go unnoticed by my supposed boyfriend on our anniversary?”
There were several gasps around the room and Ron swallowed the mouth full of food he had in his mouth with a feeling of dread. It was their anniversary? Oh shit, he thought, he had completely forgotten it! This wasn’t a surprise at all.
“Why didn’t you remind me?”
“Remind you?” she roared in a fashion that even had Molly Weasley stepping back nervously. “You mean like writing it down on your calendars in big red letters with a countdown to the day itself?”
“So that’s what that was all about,” he breathed, thinking back to finding the red letters on his work and house calendars. “I thought you were reminding me about quidditch season starting today.”
Hermione blinked at him, her hard eyes all but shooting lasers at him. “No,” she growled. “It wasn’t. It was to remind you of our first year anniversary today. You know the day you first asked me out? The day I thought would be burned into your brain, because you told me you would never forget it.” She yanked the promise ring off of her finger and tossed it onto his plate of food. “Now you don’t have to worry about remembering that night ever again.”
She apologized to the others there as she rushed out of the cottage with tears streaming down her face. It was Mr. Arthur Weasley who put it best. Shaking his head, he looked to his youngest son and told him, “You just lost the best thing that ever happened to you, my boy.”
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Harry woke to the sound of pounding on the front door as did his companion. He patted the other man’s hard hairy belly and told him to go back to sleep. He got up, throwing on a robe as he wondered wearily who it was. As soon as the door was open, he woke completely as he saw Hermione standing looking like a rain soaked cat in a sundress. He rushed her into the house, ordering his house elves to get a fire going in the sitting room, a warm dry robe, and a tea service made up.
“What happened?” he asked her, as she continued to cry. “Is it the Weasleys? Are they okay?”
She nodded. “H-he forgot!”
“He?” he paused. “You mean Ron forgot your anniversary? You mean the reminders on his calendars didn’t work?”
“He thought I was reminding him about the start of quidditch season!” she sobbed.
“That ass!” he muttered. “What did you do?”
“I ended it,” she breathed. “What else could I have done?”
He hugged her, rubbing her back as he whispered, “Do you want to stay for a time? You know you’re always welcome here.”
“Could I?” she asked him. “I don’t think I could handle going back over to the Weasleys’. And I can’t very well go back to the school. It would be like spending ones summer holidays at work.”
“There’s one thing I need to tell you about first,” he murmured. “I-I, um, well…”
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “What is it? What’s wrong, Harry?”
“I’m gay.”
“Okay.”
“My lover is Remus.”
“Is he good to you?”
Blushing he whispered, “The best.”
“Then that is all I care about,” she murmured, kissing his cheek. “Now if you will please excuse me, I’m going to warm up with a bath.”
Harry ended up back over at the room, slipping back into bed with his lover and hugging him tightly. Remus woke up asking with concern, “What is it, luv? What’s wrong?”
“I told Hermione about us,” he breathed. “She doesn’t care that I’m gay. All she asked was if you treated me well.” Harry sniffed back tears. “I knew her opinion of us mattered, but until I heard her say what she did…” Sighing. “It was grand, Remus.”
Smiling he kissed his young lover’s temple. “What’s she doing here anyway?”
Groaning he told him what she had told him. Finishing with, “Ron is an idiot.”
“That he is. So Hermione with be staying with us for a time?”
“Yes. That’s not a problem is it?”
“No, not in the least, but I forgot to mention that Sirius is here, didn’t I?”
Pulling back slightly Harry asked, “When did he show up?”
“Late last night having drunk the better portion of a bottle of fire whiskey and having been in several bar fights as well. So I let him stay.”
Laughing Harry settled back into his arms and murmured, “She’s a big girl. She can fend for herself.”
Remus was silent a moment before he laughed, saying, “Making a match between them, luv?”
“They’re already matched. It’s a matter of her admitting it.” To which Remus only sighed and nodded in agreement.
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The bubble bath had not only warmed her body, but soothed her soul as well. Tears forgotten, she dried off leisurely and went over to the guestroom to lie down. She froze at the sight of Sirius Black sprawled out on the bed, looking as if he had been through the rigors of the damned. Sighing she went over to him, stroking the hair out of his face.
“Sirius, what have you done to yourself?” she whispered, at the sight of bruises on his face and others on his shoulders and ribs. “Wake up, Sirius. You’re hogging the bed.”
He stirred, moved over slightly and dropped not only back to the bed, but to sleep once again. Sighing she went about getting the healing kit, as well as the sober up potion as she could smell the fire whiskey radiating from him. She managed to wake him again, feeding him the sober up potion as well as a healing one that would take care of the bruising and other internal injuries if he had them. Next she rubbed salve onto his knuckles, lips, and jaw where he had small cuts.
“Hermione?” he whispered, his eyes fluttering open. “What are you doing here?” Tears welled in her eyes. “Darling?”
“Can you just hold me?”
“You know I can,” he breathed, enfolding her into his arms. “I’m always here for you, angel.”
She pressed her head to his shoulder, murmuring, “He forgot.”
“Oh love.” He ached for her as he knew just how much she had been planning for them that day. “What happened?”
She told him everything, including his complete and total interest in the food in front of him. “I-I broke it off with him.”
Sirius went stone still.
“I so wanted it to work out between us,” she admitted to him. “But we had so little in common. He loves quidditch and food. I love books and you.”
That had him pulling back from her to look her in the eyes. “Hermione?”
“I-I was going to break it off with him today anyway,” she confessed to him. “I wanted more than he could ever offer to me. He wanted a woman to take care of him all the time like a mother.”
“You take care of me,” he said hoarsely.
She smiled. “But not like a mother, like a lover.” She slipped her leg over his bare hip, her heel rubbing at his ass. “You’re my lover.” Hermione kissed his mouth gently. “My first and my last.”
“Mine, all mine,” he growled, kissing her mouth hungrily.
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Chapter One
It was the twins that noticed the change in Hermione first. Being as watchful as they were seeing as they were always on the lookout for retaliation, it made perfect sense that they be the first to see. Her hair was smooth, silken one could call it and it went down to the middle of her back as she was wearing it down all the time now. She was no longer wearing muggle outfits of jeans and t-shirts, but rather simple cotton dresses that seemed to emphasize just how female she was.
“Oi! Hermione, pass the gravy!” Ron asked, never once looking at her or even bothering to see just how disappointed she was that he found his breakfast more desirable than she was.
“He’s an idiot,” Charlie muttered into his coffee.
“Ron, doesn’t Hermione look lovely today?” Ginny tried to get her brother’s attention away from his food and onto his girlfriend.
“Yeah, yeah, great,” he answered with a mouth full of food without even looking at her.
“He isn’t an idiot, brother,” Bill said to Charlie. “That is too soft a word for what he is.”
“Ron, please can we go speak…” Hermione asked him, trying to keep her temper in check.
“I’m eating!” he snapped, making her lose the grasp on her temper once and for all.
“Ronald Weasley, you are acting as if you’ll never be fed again!” she roared, finally getting his attention. “Oh, now you look? You are a daft, lazy, good for nothing oaf!”
“I…”
“I get dressed up in one of my best sundresses, I do up my hair, and put on makeup and for what I ask you? So I can go unnoticed by my supposed boyfriend on our anniversary?”
There were several gasps around the room and Ron swallowed the mouth full of food he had in his mouth with a feeling of dread. It was their anniversary? Oh shit, he thought, he had completely forgotten it! This wasn’t a surprise at all.
“Why didn’t you remind me?”
“Remind you?” she roared in a fashion that even had Molly Weasley stepping back nervously. “You mean like writing it down on your calendars in big red letters with a countdown to the day itself?”
“So that’s what that was all about,” he breathed, thinking back to finding the red letters on his work and house calendars. “I thought you were reminding me about quidditch season starting today.”
Hermione blinked at him, her hard eyes all but shooting lasers at him. “No,” she growled. “It wasn’t. It was to remind you of our first year anniversary today. You know the day you first asked me out? The day I thought would be burned into your brain, because you told me you would never forget it.” She yanked the promise ring off of her finger and tossed it onto his plate of food. “Now you don’t have to worry about remembering that night ever again.”
She apologized to the others there as she rushed out of the cottage with tears streaming down her face. It was Mr. Arthur Weasley who put it best. Shaking his head, he looked to his youngest son and told him, “You just lost the best thing that ever happened to you, my boy.”
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Harry woke to the sound of pounding on the front door as did his companion. He patted the other man’s hard hairy belly and told him to go back to sleep. He got up, throwing on a robe as he wondered wearily who it was. As soon as the door was open, he woke completely as he saw Hermione standing looking like a rain soaked cat in a sundress. He rushed her into the house, ordering his house elves to get a fire going in the sitting room, a warm dry robe, and a tea service made up.
“What happened?” he asked her, as she continued to cry. “Is it the Weasleys? Are they okay?”
She nodded. “H-he forgot!”
“He?” he paused. “You mean Ron forgot your anniversary? You mean the reminders on his calendars didn’t work?”
“He thought I was reminding him about the start of quidditch season!” she sobbed.
“That ass!” he muttered. “What did you do?”
“I ended it,” she breathed. “What else could I have done?”
He hugged her, rubbing her back as he whispered, “Do you want to stay for a time? You know you’re always welcome here.”
“Could I?” she asked him. “I don’t think I could handle going back over to the Weasleys’. And I can’t very well go back to the school. It would be like spending ones summer holidays at work.”
“There’s one thing I need to tell you about first,” he murmured. “I-I, um, well…”
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. “What is it? What’s wrong, Harry?”
“I’m gay.”
“Okay.”
“My lover is Remus.”
“Is he good to you?”
Blushing he whispered, “The best.”
“Then that is all I care about,” she murmured, kissing his cheek. “Now if you will please excuse me, I’m going to warm up with a bath.”
Harry ended up back over at the room, slipping back into bed with his lover and hugging him tightly. Remus woke up asking with concern, “What is it, luv? What’s wrong?”
“I told Hermione about us,” he breathed. “She doesn’t care that I’m gay. All she asked was if you treated me well.” Harry sniffed back tears. “I knew her opinion of us mattered, but until I heard her say what she did…” Sighing. “It was grand, Remus.”
Smiling he kissed his young lover’s temple. “What’s she doing here anyway?”
Groaning he told him what she had told him. Finishing with, “Ron is an idiot.”
“That he is. So Hermione with be staying with us for a time?”
“Yes. That’s not a problem is it?”
“No, not in the least, but I forgot to mention that Sirius is here, didn’t I?”
Pulling back slightly Harry asked, “When did he show up?”
“Late last night having drunk the better portion of a bottle of fire whiskey and having been in several bar fights as well. So I let him stay.”
Laughing Harry settled back into his arms and murmured, “She’s a big girl. She can fend for herself.”
Remus was silent a moment before he laughed, saying, “Making a match between them, luv?”
“They’re already matched. It’s a matter of her admitting it.” To which Remus only sighed and nodded in agreement.
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The bubble bath had not only warmed her body, but soothed her soul as well. Tears forgotten, she dried off leisurely and went over to the guestroom to lie down. She froze at the sight of Sirius Black sprawled out on the bed, looking as if he had been through the rigors of the damned. Sighing she went over to him, stroking the hair out of his face.
“Sirius, what have you done to yourself?” she whispered, at the sight of bruises on his face and others on his shoulders and ribs. “Wake up, Sirius. You’re hogging the bed.”
He stirred, moved over slightly and dropped not only back to the bed, but to sleep once again. Sighing she went about getting the healing kit, as well as the sober up potion as she could smell the fire whiskey radiating from him. She managed to wake him again, feeding him the sober up potion as well as a healing one that would take care of the bruising and other internal injuries if he had them. Next she rubbed salve onto his knuckles, lips, and jaw where he had small cuts.
“Hermione?” he whispered, his eyes fluttering open. “What are you doing here?” Tears welled in her eyes. “Darling?”
“Can you just hold me?”
“You know I can,” he breathed, enfolding her into his arms. “I’m always here for you, angel.”
She pressed her head to his shoulder, murmuring, “He forgot.”
“Oh love.” He ached for her as he knew just how much she had been planning for them that day. “What happened?”
She told him everything, including his complete and total interest in the food in front of him. “I-I broke it off with him.”
Sirius went stone still.
“I so wanted it to work out between us,” she admitted to him. “But we had so little in common. He loves quidditch and food. I love books and you.”
That had him pulling back from her to look her in the eyes. “Hermione?”
“I-I was going to break it off with him today anyway,” she confessed to him. “I wanted more than he could ever offer to me. He wanted a woman to take care of him all the time like a mother.”
“You take care of me,” he said hoarsely.
She smiled. “But not like a mother, like a lover.” She slipped her leg over his bare hip, her heel rubbing at his ass. “You’re my lover.” Hermione kissed his mouth gently. “My first and my last.”
“Mine, all mine,” he growled, kissing her mouth hungrily.
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