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Where I Belong

A/N A little warning to the readers who do not like songfics: This chapter is a songfic. Trust me, you’ll understand why. If you want to listen while you read, the song is called “The End Has Only Begun” by Lifehouse. (A really good song, by the way ^_^)

We walk in your footsteps
Though I've had my ups and downs
And I'll stand in the silence
Until I figure it out

Hermione took a deep breath and stood from the sofa, along with James and Sirius. She took turns hugging each of them in turn, happy tears filling her eyes. Everything would be okay; that was the conclusion she had come to. She was given strength during the conversation by seeing their supportive faces, even if it was all a big façade.

Lily wrapped her arms around Hermione and whispered softly, "I think you're doing the right thing." She pulled away with a smile on her face as Peter nodded his head in acceptance of Hermione.

Knowing she was always wary of him, he was going to stay away, but Hermione walked up to him and gave him a patting hug. "It'll be okay, Peter," she consoled him.

She was done trembling now, regaining her composure and strength as she made her way up to the Headmaster's office to inform him of her decision.

When she left the room, all of the silence was drowned by each of the occupants in the Room of Requirement breaking out into chatter.

“She actually hugged me.”

“Can you believe what she’s doing-”

“-Thought she would have chosen differently.”

“She’s doing the right thing…”

“I love her-”

The silence crept back in at the statement James had made. James blushed a deep fuchsia and threw his gaze to the ground. It had officially begun, it was true; he would love Hermione.

“Prongs,” Sirius offered in order to break the nagging silence. “You do know that you’ve only known her a week. And, it’s only a matter of time-”

James interrupted his best friend with a raised hand. He shook his head, “I know. Trust me, Sirius. I know.”

One might fall and the other will stand
And one might give where the other won't bend
The night, is bright as the sun

Hermione sat in Dumbledore’s office, across from the sparkly eyed professor. He wasn’t aware of the conversation from the future, he wasn’t aware at all that she had gone to the future, as far as she knew. So, when she told him of her decision, and how she wanted to take immediate action with it, Dumbledore could do nothing more than smile.

Fawkes, the phoenix, flew from his perch onto the Headmaster’s shoulder. Dumbledore whispered to the phoenix, “Tell Horace that we will need that potion by tomorrow morning.”

The red and orange bird vanished in a small burst of flame before Dumbledore once again turned his attention back to Hermione. “You will have today and tonight to say goodbye. Horace will start brewing the potion early tomorrow, and you should be home straightaway.”

Hermione’s strong exterior faltered under the Headmaster’s gaze. She was in the comfort of a mentor, and she knew she needed his support. “Professor, I am doing the right thing, aren’t I? I mean, things seem so great…” She drew a shaky breath as fresh tears glided down her cheek. With a humph, she wiped them away and stared out the window of the Headmaster’s office; she didn’t want to cry…again.

“Does your heart tell you that you are doing the right thing, Hermione? When you went to your prospective future today-”

“How did you know?” Hermione asked, almost scandalized.

“My dear, you must remember that I have eyes in the back of my head,” he chuckled at her dropping jaw. “That, and I know all of the goings on in this castle.”

Hermione’s mouth formed a small “oh” before she plowed on into the conversation. “But, you don’t know what happened there, do you?”

“The only people who remember the future are you, Mr. Black and Miss. Evans. I would suggest keeping it a secret, but I’m almost positive you have already confessed everything to your other friends.”

With a small smile, Hermione nodded. She nervously put a rogue strand of hair behind her ear and looked to the ground. “I’m really going to miss them.”

Dumbledore stood from his chair and walked to his door. He held it open and waited for Hermione to cross the room to where he was standing. As she was leaving, he whispered to her, “The end has only begun, Miss Granger.”

I'm never gonna know
Never gonna look back
Never gonna know where we would have ended up at
The end has only begun

Walking absentmindedly back to the Head Dorms, Hermione ran the words of the Headmaster through her mind. …the end has only begun… He was right, she knew, but to accept that life would never be the same was a hard pill for her to swallow.

How could she leave and pretend they had never existed to her. She would go back to her time, Lily and James would be dead, Sirius would be dead, Remus would be a spy against Voldemort in the underground with the werewolves, and Peter would be a traitor. Nothing in these last few weeks would matter. It would be as though it never happened, because no one would remember her. Yet, she felt her heart ache, she would remember every second.

“Unify,” she mumbled to the portrait before strolling through the door. Her eyes widened as she saw streamers and a banner reading, “We’ll miss you, Mione!” in big red letters. James, Lily, Peter, Sirius and Remus were sitting under the sign with huge, fake smiles on their faces.

“Surprise.” They mumbled together.

Lily stepped forward, “We wanted to give you a proper goodbye.” She wrapped her arms around Hermione and squeezed. “I am going to miss you, you know?”

Hermione snorted, “You won’t even remember me.”

“Well,” Lily answered in an honest tone, “if I could remember you, I’d miss you a lot.”

Hermione felt a few stray tears fall on her shoulder as Lily gripped her tighter. Trying to comfort both herself and Lily at the same time, Hermione ran her hands through Lily’s hair. “I’ll miss you, too, Lily.”

Lily nodded and stepped back, wiping the tears that were still lingering in her eyes. She tried her best to smile. “How long do you have?”

“The potion will be ready tomorrow morning.” Just as she finished her sentence, Hermione was engulfed in a hug from James. She almost fell backward, but he had a very strong hold on her body. He kept pulling her closer, like he was afraid she was going to fall away.

“Don’t,” he started, his voice catching in the back of his throat. “Please…don’t.” He tried once again to pull her closer, but her body was already pressed as firmly against his as it could be.

“James,” she tried to say, but found she was lacking oxygen. She shoved him lightly back. “I have to go…It’s what’s right.” Looking up in his eyes, her heart broke. He was trying to hold back tears, but one found its way down his cheek. “Please, let’s spend the time I have in a good way,” she pleaded. Her hand went up and wiped away the tear, lingering on his cheek.

“Hermione…I love-”

“Please,” she interrupted him, “don’t say it.” Damn the tears! Her eyes started welling up. Hermione turned to leave, she gave a sad smile to Sirius, and walked at a fast pace toward the door. This was too hard…she couldn’t do this now.

Before the door shut, she heard Remus say, “Way to go, Prongs.”

So stop counting the hours
Live out in the world
Cause I've been chasing the answers
And they don't want to be found

Was the only place that she could find comfort the library? Of course, she could go to the Room of Requirement, but that was just as predictable as anything else. She figured in the library she could lose herself in the rows of bookshelves, and weave her way around them should anyone come calling for her.

The library was quiet and no one was in sight as Hermione slipped in and started losing herself in the walkways. Rows and rows of books, some tattered, some brand new, stood towering over her. She was half-tempted to pull a book entitled “Messy Solutions” from its niche, when she heard a rustling of footsteps behind her.

Picking up the pace, Hermione walked faster through the rows, weaving herself in and out of them like it was a maze. She took a left, then a right, and then backtracked to make another right when she came face to face with Severus Snape.

Instinctively, she stepped away from him as her eyes met his glittering black orbs. They were locked in each other’s eyes, neither moving from their positions. The kiss from Severus flooded her mind, as she recalled his last words to her. His hand reached out to touch her cheek, but she jumped back so that he just cupped the air.

“I see you haven’t though any more of my…offer,” he smoothly stated as he took a step toward her. Hermione took another step back. She didn’t answer him, just continued to stare at him. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t speak, but she felt that she was like a mouse stuck in peanut butter; unable to move, trapped and waiting nervously for doom.

“Hermione,” Severus breathed in a husky voice.

Her head shook. “No.” It was simple. No. It was too much. Her brain wouldn’t allow her to factor Severus into the hexagonal equation. No way. “No,” she repeated, shaking her head.

“What do you mean, ’no’,” he asked curiously. “Just a date, to Hogsmeade. That’s all I request.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry, Severus. I’m not coming back,” she whispered.

His face was void of any emotional signs. It wasn’t like he could love her, he didn’t even know her…But, he regarded her as an equal, one worthy of his effort. She knew she had stung him with her words. It was too late for her to take them back, and too much of a burden for her to care.

“Goodbye.” Hermione walked backward slowly until she felt a break in the row of books. She looked to her right and left, trying to decide which way to go. Finally, with a last sorrowful look to Severus, she chose her path and ran off to get lost within the library once again. She placed her wand to her head and muttered a disillusionment charm; there was no way anyone was going to approach her until she was ready.

Stupid James had to ruin it. He just had to say it. Stupid Severus, having to make things more difficult. Hermione sat down against the row labeled ‘charms à - ae’ and let her head land hard against the wood of the shelf. This whole situation was uncalled for; what had she deserved to be in this situation? Really, it was all Ron’s fault, she thought sarcastically… and Lavender. Rolling her eyes, she conceded that it was all her fault, no one else’s. If only some one could make this easier!

She sat there for a good half an hour before concluding that she couldn’t hide forever. As much as she didn’t want to, she would plead with the others to just play games and chat for the night--no sobs and stupid mumblings.

One might fall and the other will stand
And one might give where the other won't bend
The night is as bright as the sun

Back in the Head Dorms once again, it was solemn and reflective when Hermione entered. Each occupant lifted his or her head to see Hermione enter, though none made haste to try and console her. James’ eyes were sad as they shifted between the ground and Hermione. Trying her best to force a smile, Hermione walked over to them and sat in front of the couch.

“Let’s have a good night, okay?” she pleaded. “I don’t want to leave on a bad note, and I don’t want to remember sad faces. You are the Marauders!” Her chest puffed out. “You live to have fun.”

James and Sirius mumbled and waved a hand at her comment. However, Lily and Remus were having none of it.

“Let’s play Exploding Snap,” Lily offered.

Remus suggested, “I’ll get some butterbeer from the kitchens.”

Peter squeaked in a mouse-like voice, “Sirius, stop moping. James, stop acting like a prat and lets have some fun for Hermione before she goes.”

Hermione gave a grateful smile to the three of them and looked at the other two boys pointedly. “Well?”

James looked up, a small curve on his lips that was barely noticeable. Sirius, noticing his friend’s sudden change of heart, perked up, not wanting to look suspicious.

“Right. Next time you call me a prat, Wormtail, I’ll hex you,” James laughed.

I'm never gonna know
Never gonna look back
Never gonna know where we would have ended up at
The end has only begun

“Peter, no!” Lily shouted just before a loud boom was heard through the Head Dorms. “Urgh, Peter!”

“Sorry,” he said. He laughed, throwing his head back as Sirius plowed him in the face with a pillow.

“Git,” James called from his spot on the rug. “My turn!”

Remus and Hermione sat in the short distance, talking about books and studies. They were chatting for nearly two hours as the others sipped on butterbeer and played games.

“James and Lily are supposed to be together, eh?” Remus asked when Hermione finished telling Remus about her pleads to get Harry and Ron to read Hogwarts, A History.

Hermione nodded and grew disheartened over Remus’ pained expression. He did care a lot for Lily. But she knew that he was prepared to let her go.

“She deserves him,” Remus added. “He really is a great guy, you know?”

“I know,” Hermione whispered back to him. “And so are you.”

“So, do I get married in the future?”

“To the one of the best people I have ever met,” Hermione giggled as she thought of Tonks’ bubblegum hair and sparkling eyes. “Though, it took you forever to agree to be with her. You are very stubborn.”

“You don’t say?” Remus asked with a smile on his face.

“Oi! Mione,” Sirius called. “Want to play a game?” He pointed at the chest board and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Do you think I can’t play Wizard Chess?” She chided back at him with a scowl.

“You are a girl,” James teased, knowing that it would push her buttons.

“For your information,” Hermione started as she stood and walked to where the others were sitting, “Ron was an excellent chess player. He taught me everything he knows.”

Sirius laughed at Hermione as she sat on one side of the board, opposite James. Her face showed every ounce of determination she could muster. He watched her as she scrunched up her nose, trying to choose her first move.

“Knight to-” he started to whisper in her ear.

“I can do it!” Hermione hissed back at him. “Have a little faith in me.”

“I do,” he whispered so low that no one could hear. No one, except for Hermione, who had chills running up her spine.

She narrowed her eyes. “Knight to D12.”

Sirius smiled knowingly.

Well the day
Tonight feels like a million miles away
And these times just won't change
Life just stays the same
I'd give anything to see the light of day

Cause I've been too far away
To hear you whispering

“Favorite memory,” Remus asked Hermione with a big smile on his face. Everyone faced Hermione with goofy grins.

“The look on Lily’s face when Sirius kissed her,” Hermione laughed. Lily spit her pumpkin juice out onto the carpet and fell over with a giggle-fit.

They had been playing this game for at least two hours, chuckling and snorting at each other’s questions and answers. Hermione found out so much about the Marauders and Lily that she had never known before. James’ first crush was on a girl named Polly Trint, who he referenced as the most emotional wreck he had ever met. Remus had an obsession with cats. Peter had only snogged Bertha Jorkins once before she slapped him and called him a prat. Sirius was afraid of fleas. And Lily once did ballet, but during a recital had accidentally spun herself into another girl; ultimately the domino effect.

Hermione laughed again at the thought of all these memories. She would have loads to tell Harry. Sighing, Hermione stood from the ground and walked to get a glass of water. They had been out of butterbeer for a while and were now drinking pumpkin juice and water. As she was standing in the kitchen, getting a glass, Sirius came walking up behind her.

“Can we talk later? When everyone else is in bed?” He asked quietly, almost inaudible.

Hermione nodded as her eyes fluttered shut. He was standing so close, and yet he felt so far away. Don’t give in…You’re leaving…

They say one might fall and the other will stand
And one might give where the other won't bend
The night, is as bright as the sun

It was dark and quiet in Hermione’s room. The silver moonbeams were shining through her curtains, casting a beautiful glow on the walls. Hermione sat up on her bed, waiting for Sirius to make his way into the room. She had no doubt that he was going to try and ask her to stay. But, she had prepared herself to deal with it. No, she thought firmly.

The doorknob clicked and Hermione tensed. Sirius came into the room very quietly and shut the door behind him, holding it until he heard the light click it made as he locked it. He turned around slowly and faced Hermione, his long, tousled hair giving his face a sexy shadow.

“Hey,” he spoke softly.

“Hi,” she answered almost inaudibly.

Sirius paced over to her bed and sat upon the edge, his back to Hermione. It was silent for a few minutes before his raspy voice broke. “I know I can’t change your mind.”

“No,” she agreed, letting her guard down a bit, relieved that he wasn’t going to try and talk her out of it.

Ignoring her uncomfortable shifting on the bed, Sirius continued. “But, I need you to know that what happened…wasn’t just another shag.”

“I know,” she sighed. The mattress dipped as she scooted her way over to the edge of the bed with him. “I know.”

“I can’t say I love you. It’s impossible because I barely know you,” he said in barely a whisper. Hermione let him go without interruption, and ignoring her urge to hold his pale hand.

“There is something, though. Something that I know can grow if given time. I just wish we would have had time so that you can feel it too.” Sirius sighed and ran his rough hand through his hair, making it look even more messy.

Hermione let a breath escape her lips, which sounded an awful lot like, “I do.”

Sirius looked at her, confused, looked away, and then looked back at her. Did he just hear what he thought, or were his ears deceiving him? Their eyes locked. Neither wanted to look away, but both were trying everything in their power to dissuade the other from what was flowing through their minds.

His hand instinctively reached up to cup Hermione’s cheek. His thumb traced her lips, basking in the desire that was etched into them. She bit her lip, taking the edge of his thumb on to her tongue, on accident. Sirius sucked in a breath and did the only natural thing he could. He just wasn’t expecting to get met halfway.

Their lips united in a hungry kiss, both making a soft sigh of relief against the other. They fell down softly onto the comforter, cuddling up to each other. Sirius’ hand ran through Hermione’s hair, down her neck and to her back, pulling her closer.

“I don’t want you to go,” he breathed between kisses.

“I won’t change my mind,” Hermione answered, pulling away to look in his eyes. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

Sirius didn’t let her finish her sentence. He needed this, needed her. And yet, he would never remember how she felt against him, how she shuddered when he got too close to her, how she would sigh ever so slightly when his tongue danced with hers.

Hermione felt all she could. Her hands were studying his body; his thin arms and strong back. She put one hand through his tangled hair and one hand on his chest. Pushing him up with her hand, she stared adoringly into his eyes. I love him, she thought sadly.

Say goodbye, Sirius. Say goodbye. Say goodbye. You have to say goodbye., he chanted to himself.

But, before long, they were both too lost within each other to stop. They made love one last time before fate’s light shined in the room. It was sweet, needy, powerful and sad. Right now it didn’t matter that Hermione would be gone in the morning. What mattered was that they had each other now.

“I’ll remember for the both of us,” Hermione whispered in Sirius’ ear as she reached her peak.

I'm never gonna know
Never gonna look back
Never gonna know where we would have ended up at
The end has only begun

Hermione lay with her head in the crook of Sirius' neck, breathing deeply but not allowing herself to sleep. She wanted to savor these moments for as long as she could. Sirius was just as content. He absentmindedly stroked her hair remembering her words from only moments ago. I'll remember for the both of us, played like a record on repeat in his head. He was happy, holding her and being affectionate... but his mind began to wander toward what tomorrow would bring.

"I'll never feel this way about anyone else," he whispered hoarsely to the silent room. "No one has ever, or will ever, make me feel the way I do now."

Hermione smiled, knowing he was telling the truth; even if he wouldn't remember this moment, she knew that deep down he was being honest. He never would fall in love; he would remain a bachelor until his dying... Little droplets broke the rim of Hermione's eyes; damn them! She had said no more tears.

"What's wrong," he asked her in a comforting voice. He immediately turned to face her and wiped just under her eye to rid the tears. When she refused to answer, he just let her cry. It was quiet and hardly noticeable, but he could see the pain reflecting in her eyes. He knew that she didn't want to leave. And, he knew better than to push her.

"I know," she finally sobbed. "I know you won't love anyone else!"

Love? They both thought at the same time. Neither spoke, but both accepted her words. He was in love with her, but how did she know?

"Was I alone when you knew me?" Sirius asked with trepidation, though, he was sure he already knew the answer. And, the look on her face confirmed it.

Hermione furrowed her brow, almost afraid of answering the question. "...Yes...” she said carefully.

"So, if I don't have you, then I have no one?"

"You have your friends, Sirius," Hermione reminded him. She didn't want him to...

"Bloody hell, Hermione! Why? Why do I keep that promise if I can't bloody remember you?" Sirius sat up in the bed, his arms out to his sides.

Hermione flinched at his tone. This was the first time she had seen him angry, and she understood why he was. "Calm down, Sirius," she soothed, patting his arm with her cold hands.

"I will not -- Don't you tell me to calm down!" His chest was heaving up and down as he tried to control his breathing. It wasn't fair that this was messing up his whole life plan - to be unattached for as long as he possibly could, so that he could have journeys and adventures without being dragged down. And now, Hermione was on his mind... All he wanted, and needed, was to be near her. He loved the feeling, the feeling that he never thought he'd be able to comprehend. She would remember, and after tomorrow, he'd be back to normal as if none of this had ever happened.

He wanted to ask her to stay. He wanted to remember, he wanted to let his feelings grow. He liked the sensations he was having while he was holding her. He had never stopped to take in the scent of a woman, or to see true beauty in someone without looking at them. Hermione had shown him something new... and damnit if he had to lose it.

Just as he was about to plead for her to reconsider, a knock sounded on the door of Hermione's room. "Sirius," she hissed. "Hide!"

"Is everything alright, Mione?" James' voice boomed from outside. "I thought I heard Sirius."

Sirius scrambled under the bed, dreading James walking in to see that he had shared a bed with Hermione for most of the night. When he was good and hidden, Hermione hopped from the bed, her legs wobbly from fright. She opened the door with a fake yawn and walked back to the bed when James began to enter the room.

"Just me in here, James," she said as her eyes darted to the bottom of the bed. She jumped on the bed, causing Sirius to have to duck lower than he already was, meeting the floor with his nose.

"I could of sworn I heard..." James scratched the back of his head and shrugged it off. "While I'm here, can we talk about tomorrow?"

"It's two-thirty in the morning-"

"Please, while no one is around?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. What was it with the Marauders and their lack of concern for everyone around them? What if she just wanted to sleep! She knew she was kidding herself; she was wishing to spend more time with Sirius before she left. "Alright, have a seat."

James grinned at her and did as she requested. His hand immediately darted out to grab hers, Hermione tensed. "I know it's too soon for me to know my feelings for you, but I have to tell you that I think I'm in love with you." He said it quickly so that Hermione wouldn't have a chance to cut him off.

Just as Sirius took a sharp breath in, Hermione coughed loudly, drowning out the sound. "Hem. That's very sweet, James... I-" I, what? she asked herself. She didn't love him... not in the way she loved... URGH! She mentally beat herself up. As her face turned red from frustration, James continued.

"I want you to stay."




"Just listen-"

"No!," Hermione forced. "No. I'm not staying," she took a deep breath. Only thinking with her frustration, and forgetting to keep her thoughts in her head, she ground out, "There's nothing for me to stay here for!"


Hermione heard a rustling under the bed. She smacked herself mentally. Bloody brilliant, she thought sarcastically.

"Well," Sirius shouted as he crawled out from under the bed. He glanced at James' shocked face before turning back to Hermione with a painful and hateful expression. "If that's how you feel... Have fun in the future." He walked to the door and slammed it behind him.

Hermione stood from the bed and ran after him. "Sirius! Don't! I didn't mean it like-"

"It sure as Hell sounded like it," he spat at her. Sirius spun around and faced both Hermione and a beet red James. It was only then that he realized he was only in his underwear.

"What was he doing in your room," James yelled, pointing a finger at Sirius.

They both ignored him, however. Hermione continued pleading with Sirius. "It wasn't meant how it sounded. I was just--"

"Just what? Huh? Try being honest!" Sirius countered. His eyes shot daggers at Hermione.

"What in the bloody hell were you in her room for, Sirius?" James tried again to get an answer.

"I am being honest, you great prat!" Hermione was fueled now. How dare he try and degrade her! She was the one who had to make the damn decision. He had no idea how much it killed her to have to leave him after when they just experienced.

"Then, you want to leave because I don't matter," Sirius stated simply. There was a sadness that hung in the air after he spoke, causing Hermione to walk closer to him.

Lily came from her dorm room, gripping her over-sized cloth robe closed around her body. "What in the world is going on?"

They all started up at once, each yelling loudly to be heard over the other.

"He was in her room!"

"Urgh, I give UP!"

"Hermione's being a right little wench!"

Lily took turns looking at each of them as if they were crazy. When her eyes fell on Sirius, she couldn't help but giggle at his appearance. He was in his undies, and his hair was sticking up at odd angles.

Hermione whispered, "It'll be easier this way anyways...." She turned to retreat back in her room, but James came and gripped her arm, spinning her around to face him.

"We need to solve this," he asserted quietly, "before you go. I know we won't remember," he said, cutting her off before she even had a chance to interrupt. "Just humor us, okay?"

Hermione nodded, unable to quench the intelligence of James' request. "Okay?" She asked as she locked eyes with Sirius.

His face was stone and his voice matched. "Okay."

Well the day
Tonight feels like a million miles away
And these times just won't change
Life just stays the same
I'd give anything to see the light of day

The four of them filed into the living quarters of the Head Dorms. Lily ignited a fire with her wand and when she turned to face the other three, each were glaring at each other. She had no idea what was going on, why Hermione was being given looks that could kill and why James and Sirius refused to look at each other directly.

As James sat on the couch, Hermione sat on the chair in the corner, Lily sat in the middle on the rug and Sirius leaned nonchalantly against the wall of the fireplace. It was quiet, mainly due to no one wanting to start the conversation that could turn out to be highly disastrous.

Lily, exasperated by the silence, cleared her throat and started the discussion. “What in the world is going on?”

They each started up again;




Lily held up her hand to silence them. Amazingly, it worked combined with a look of irritation. “One at a time. James?”

Hermione humphed and crossed her arms on her chest. Sirius rolled his eyes as James began.

“I went to Hermione’s room because I thought I heard Sirius in there. Of course, Hermione told me no, so I asked her if I could talk to her,” James spit out in a rush. His eyes darted maliciously to Sirius, who scowled in return. “Then, I tell her I…well, I tell her my feelings -”

“You begged me to stay!” Hermione interrupted.

“Fine. I asked her to stay,” James corrected himself while gritting his teeth. “She said that she had nothing here to stay for. Then Sirius pops out from under the bed in nothing but his underwear!”

Lily stifled back the familiar laughter. She kept having to repeat to herself that this was a serious situation, and not some random dream. “Sirius?”

“We made love,” Sirius started. Gasps were heard from all occupants. “Yes, okay, we did… twice! Once in the future-”

“You what!” Lily yelled. “I was there the whole time!”

“You were sleeping and we were quiet,” Sirius said shortly. “Anyway. Then, James barges in the room-”

“Hermione offered me to come in.” James corrected with an impish smile.

“Fine! Bloody fine! James came in, announced his love for Hermione and she says she doesn’t care about us.”

“That is not what I said, Sirius,” Hermione whined.

Lily, who was starting to gain perspective, allowed Hermione to go next. “Okay. Hermione what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Yes, Sirius and I have…been intimate,” Hermione said in an even tone. “And, we were mutual in thinking that I wasn’t staying.” Her eyes shot to Sirius. “James came in, begged me to stay and I lost my temper.”

“You said we didn’t matter,” James shouted.

“No, I said there was nothing here to stay for. I have no real future here. I go insane!” Hermione roared with tears in her eyes.

“At least you’re not alone…or dead,” James and Sirius said in unison. They looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

“I’m going back. And you can either be there with me when I leave, or you can stay here and sulk because things aren’t going your way.” Hermione stood from the chair and marched to her room. She was going to sleep and she was leaving tomorrow, whether with or without their support.

What you do
No one can decide it's up to you
And who you are is what you choose
These times when the world falls apart
Make us who we are

A/N- Thank you all for the lovely reviews!! Keep em coming!! :) - Because so many have asked, no, this is not the last chapter. There is one more and then a sequel will be written. :) ~Jessi

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