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A/N - Hey everyone! I just wanted to say how grateful I am for the lovely reviews I have received and everyone who is reading or favoriting! It's truly mind blowing to me that some crazy little idea in my head has been received so warmly by you! Well, here is chapter 8. It's a little intense, but I hope you all enjoy it!

**Once again, a GIANT thank you to Mischief_managed18 for editing! 

xoxoMeg. <3

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Arriving at the Potter's, Hermione could not believe her eyes. It was by far the most spectacular house she had ever laid her eyes on. Grey stone, four stories, more windows than she could count, ivy growing all up the front of the house, a long dirt driveway lined with trees leading to the gates and high bushes surrounding the house. There were trees, flowers, and bushes everywhere and a large stone birdbath in the front yard. There were six stone steps leading up to the giant oak door which had a large brass door knocker hanging.




It was more mansion than house and was truly marvelous. She could not wait to see what the inside looked like. Although, she always had known James had money, seeing his house put in perspective actually how much. Charlus caught her looking up at his house in awe and smiled kindly at her.




"Welcome to our modest little home," he joked with her.





Hermione gave a nervous little laugh and said, "Right."




Sirius put his arm around her shoulders and gave a little squeeze for reassurance and they all walked up the stairs and into the house. If she thought the outside was something, it was nothing compared to the inside of the house.




They stepped into a large foyer with marble floors, a high ceiling and a large crystal chandelier hanging from it. Directly in front of them, beyond the chandelier was a grand, marble, twisting staircase, with what looked like golden banisters leading upstairs. About twenty feet in front of and to the right stood a pair glass doors leading into what may have been a ball room. On the left, there were more glass doors where she could make out a dining room. To the right of the staircase and the glass doors, there was a hallway leading to what she could only imagine were more doors. She had only seen houses like this in movies and was completely blown away.




"Wow. It's - It's beautiful," said Hermione, completely awestruck. 




 




"Thank very much, dear. We really do hope you will be comfortable and enjoy your holiday here with us," said Dorea, smiling brightly at Hermione.




 




"I'm absolutely sure I will, Dorea. Thank you so much for inviting me. The thought of spending my holiday alone was devastating. I really appreciate this," she answered with a dazzling smile.





"It was nothing, my dear Hermione. Nothing at all," she answered with a kind smile. "Now, boys. Why don't you both go show Hermione where she, and Lily when she arrives, will be staying. Your father and I will be in the dining room in an hour for dinner," she told the boys.





"Ok mum. We'll show her, and we'll see you in an hour," James said and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek

"Sure thing, Dor. We'll make sure she's comfortable," Sirius said and gave her a kiss on the other cheek.

Hermione was very touched seeing the love and tenderness in Sirius's eyes while he spoke to and kissed Dorea. It was completely evident that he thought of the Potters as the parents he never really had. As much as his home life was terrible, she found herself thinking he was lucky for being, somewhat, adopted by two very warm and loving people. Saying a quick goodbye and another thank you, Hermione and the boys walked up the stairway to the bedrooms.




 




At the top of the stairs the hall was lined with portraits of passed family members who watched as they took a left and headed to the west wing of the house. They walked down a long, red hallway, with artwork everywhere. There were stone busts of mid-evil looking wizards, moving portraits, paintings of landscapes of the country side and large cherry wood doors leading into different bedrooms. The first door they passed on the left had a golden plaque that read, ‘Sirius’,  on it.





"My room. You know, if you want to sneak down at all to give me an early Christmas gift," he said, winking at her.
 
"Yeah... Don't hold your breath for that, love," she said after smacking him in the arm.

James laughed and told them, "I wouldn't have put it passed my mother to have put charms preventing us from entering the girl's room at night and vice versa, Padfoot."
 
"Well, we can test that out later," he said with a mischievous look in his eyes.





Hermione rolled her eyes as the boys laughed and continued to make their way down the hall. They passed another door a little way down with the same plaque as on Sirius's door which read, ‘James’.
 
"Obviously my room, but don't be offended if I don't ask you to sneak in later as well," he joked.
 
"Damn. There goes my Christmas," Hermione said while laughing.
 
Sirius stared at her in disbelief, which only served to make the other two laugh at the sight of him.





"Har har. Very funny, Hermione," he said dryly.
 
She winked at him, kissed him on the cheek and pulled him farther down the hallway. Finally they arrived at a guest room a few more doors down the hallway. When they opened the door, again, Hermione was awestruck.




 




The room was huge. It was easily the size of the whole Gryffindor common room, maybe even a little bigger. There was a stone fireplace already lit in the right back corner, with a large floor to ceiling window next to it. Against the wall stood a king sized four poster bed, with burgundy dressings and curtains. To the left of the bed was a large, dark wooden chest of drawers. Across the room was a mahogany desk and chair with a grand mirror, intricately decorated with brass flowers. In front of the fireplace were two fluffy, burgundy armchairs with a thick golden carpet between the chairs and the fire. There was a door to the right of the bed, presumably leading into a private bathroom. It was the most beautiful bedroom she has ever seen.





"I'm staying in here? It's absolutely wonderful, James!" she beamed.





"What, this? I was about to apologize because it's one of the smaller rooms," he laughed.




 




"Smaller rooms? Holy cow... No, James, this will be lovely," she said a little faintly.
 
"Good. I hope Lily feels the same way", he said looking nervous.




 
"Trust me. She'll be just as blown away as I am. You'll have nothing to worry about," she told him honestly.




 
"Here’s to hoping…" he said and then appeared to be lost in thought.





Sirius clapped James on the shoulder and gave him a look, which was clearly asking for a minute alone. James took the hint and told them he was going to wash and get ready for dinner. With James barely out of the room, Sirius closed the distance between him and Hermione, took her in his arms and brought his lips roughly and possessively down on hers.




 




As always, when kissing Sirius, she felt the weight of the world slip away. Nothing seemed to matter in those moments besides the feel of his lips on hers, their bodies pressed together tightly and the wild tingling sensation that exploded throughout her entire body. Beginning to feel nervous about being wrapped up so intimately in Sirius while being a guest at the Potters', she pulled away. He looked down at her with slight confusion, not remembering a time she had broken a kiss off early.





"Something wrong?" he asked, looking slightly hurt.




 
"No, no. It's just, I don't want to disrespect Charlus and Dorea. Not when they have been so kind to let me stay here during the holiday," she answered honestly.

"They're all the way across the house, they won't hear or walk in on a thing," he said pouting slightly.

Hermione thought it over for a moment. They did say they wouldn't see them for another hour. Maybe she could spare a few moments with Sirius before she washed and dressed for dinner. She up at him with feral desire in her eyes and all but jumped on him, bringing him down on the bed. The two of them enjoyed a few moments alone with one another.

After fifteen minutes of some intense making out, Hermione rolled off of Sirius while laying on her side and propping her head up in her hand. She watched him stretch out, put his hands under his head and look at her with the most loving smile she has ever seen.

"Wow, Hermione. Where did that come from?" he asked, entirely breathlessly.

Something had come over her after all of the love and honesty that was shared on the train ride home. She felt as if they had all become bonded together more tightly than ever before. It's not that she has been exactly innocent with Sirius prior to now, but she was never as wild as she just had been with him. Never had she let herself climb on top of him, kiss his neck and ear passionately, run her hands all over his chest and arms, or allow him to run his hands all over her body. She wanted him and needed him as close to her as physically and emotionally possible for two human beings to be, and this holiday, she was going to make that happen. She had decided she was going to come clean with Sirius. Come clean about who she is, where she is from, how she feels about him and what she desires from him. He is going to find out sooner or later, she thought, Might as well tell while we're here. When we have more opportunities to be alone.

"I don't know. I just felt I needed to be close to you, I guess," she answered, still slightly out of breath herself.

"Well, feel free to get even closer whenever you'd like, love," he said, trying to sound like his smart ass self, but still sounding rather in shock.

"You never know, I may take you up on that, Sirius..." she said while playfully slapping his arm and jumping out of bed.

Sirius growled in frustration, told her he'd see her later and left her to get ready for dinner. Still laughing at his growl, she grabbed some clothes out her trunk and headed to the bathroom to shower quickly and get dressed for dinner. She picked out a simple black, long sleeved, roll collared, knee length sweater dress, dark grey tights and classic, knee high, black boots. Her hair was left straight and hanging gracefully to her waist, with a little black mascara and nude colored lip gloss; she was ready a half hour later.




 




She met the boys out in the hall and noticed they had dressed rather well for dinner themselves. James was wearing a brown blazer, cream colored t-shirt and dark blue jeans with his poor hair still sticking up every which way. Sirius was as handsome as ever in a black button down shirt and black jeans, his hair, as usual, was hanging perfectly around his stunning face.




 




Sirius watched Hermione walk towards them and let out a low whistle, she blushed in response and looped her arm through his, sneaking a quick kiss. They all walked down the hall and down the staircase before they made a right and entered the glass doors into the dining room. She wondered if she would get used to the grandeur of the house she would be spending her next two weeks in.




 




The dining room had a long, dark wooden table with seats for fourteen people- one seat at each head of the table and six seats lining each side. There was a large fireplace to the right of the table, portraits on the walls, and several large antique vases filled with real flowers on the floor. Charlus took his place at the head of the table, Dorea to his left, with a seat for Hermione on her left. James was to sit on Charlus's right with Sirius to James’ right. As they took their seats, Dorea smiled warmly at Hermione.

"You look stunning, my dear. I'm so glad to see Sirius has found himself such a lovely, charming, polite young woman after all this time," she told her.




 




Hermione felt herself, once again, blush profusely. "Thank you,” she mumbled, quite embarrassed.

"It wasn't easy, Dor. Never have I met a women who was able to resist my, oh so obvious, charm for so long. I thought she would never come around," Sirius joked.

"Oh, so you mean she has a decent head on her shoulders then?" she joked back with him.

Hermione couldn't help herself and began to laugh. They bickered like an actual mother and son and it was lovely to see. "Yes, your obvious charm just became too much for me to handle, and I just had to give into it, dear," Hermione said.

The Potters laughed at Sirius's smug smile and Hermione rolling her eyes at his cockiness, something she secretly adored about him.

"I like this one, Sirius. She's a definitely a keeper. Lots of spunk!" Charlus chortled, with a wink to Hermione.

"She definitely puts him in his place, dad. It's hilarious, wait until you see," James said to his father.

Hermione sat there, red faced and embarrassed. She did not notice that Dorea was watching her intently and warmly, knowing that there was much more to this young woman than met the eye. This was the first that Hermione really looked at James' parents- Harry's grandparents. James and Harry both looked so much like Charlus, they were all about the same height and build and all three wore glasses. The only differences were the laugh lines, white hair, and the nose, they clearly both had Dorea's nose. James did look far more like his father than Harry did, though. Supposing it was the hazel eyes and scar-less foreheads they had.




 




Dorea was magnificent. She had jet black hair, with little streaks of grey, stunning, clear blue eyes. She had the most profound laugh lines around her mouth, which indicated quite a happy life. She had long eyelashes most women would trade their souls for and full lips surrounding a mouth with dazzling, straight white teeth. It was not just her physical appearance that made her beautiful, it was the way she carried herself. She gave off the aura of immense power and confidence. Clearly, this was a woman not to be messed with, despite her friendly nature. The house elf soon brought out dinner, much to Hermione's dismay, and they began to eat their roast turkey, boiled potatoes and vegetables. Light dinner conversations of school work, the other Marauders, and Lily filled the air. Laughter was echoing around the room as tea and dessert were brought out. At the end of the meal, Dorea turned towards Hermione, "I would be delighted if you would accompany me for a stroll around the gardens, my dear."

Hermione, extremely nervous, said, "Th-That would be lovely".





She liked the woman very much, but she had a sneaky feeling Dorea could see right through her. The women excused themselves from the table and walked out of the dining room, down the hallway next to the stairs, and straight out into the back yard.




 




It was hard to see, now that it was getting dark, but it looked as if wild life grew everywhere. There were high hedges, flowers, a few benches, and a stone path leading out of sight through the hedges and a koi fish pond to her right. They began to take their walk on the path through the maze of hedges when Hermione decided to break the silence.

"Your house is absolutely wonderful, Dorea. As are you and Charlus. I, again, must tell you how much I appreciate the invitation," she said nervously.

"It is no worry at all, my dear. No worry at all," she said while waving her hand dismissively.

They walked on for a few more moments, Hermione wondering why she asked her to join her, when Dorea began to speak.

"I'm sure you are aware of the abysmal people who have raised Sirius, and why he lives with us now. They treated him horribly, all because he did not buy into that purebred nonsense which so many of us, sadly, do," she began.

Hermione merely nodded and let her continue.

"I care about that boy a great deal. I think of him as another son in all honesty. I can tell he is enamored with you, my dear. As you are with him," she stopped for a moment and looked directly into Hermione's eyes.
 
For some reason, unbeknownst to Hermione, she seemed to be having many flashbacks at that moment. Her first day at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron saving her from a Mountain Troll, Hundreds of Dementors swarming towards her, Harry and a much older Sirius, her teeth growing at an alarming rate out of her mouth, Cleaning Grimmauld place with the Weasley's, Harry, Lupin and Sirius. Then there was an empty room with an arched veil, Waking up in the Hospital wing to find out Sirius had been killed, Placing a memory charm on her parents and sending them far away, months of camping in the woods, finding and destroying Horcruxes, an enormous battle at Hogwarts, Dumbledore handing her an envelope and time turner, her arriving, scared and alone, on Platform 9 3/4 on the first of Sept, 1977, her first meeting with a young Sirius, the day she agreed to be his girlfriend, and finally, the ride to the Potters’ on the Hogwarts express.





Hermione did not know what was going on, but she had a feeling that Dorea might have just found out who she really was, or what she was, to be more accurate. She didn't know how, but she was sure Dorea knew and it frightened her horribly. They both continued walking along the path.

"Yes. You do care about him a great deal. That I can tell. But there is something you are keeping from him, is there not?" she asked boldly.

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. Her heart felt as if it dropped out her stomach, returned to its proper placement, and then began to beat wildly and furiously. How does she know? Unless she read my mind...? She could have. That's why I was just having all of those flashbacks. I didn't even think of arming myself with Legilimency while I was here. Dammit, Granger! she was thinking, panicked. She still did not speak, but continued to stand there, her mind a mess.

"It is obvious there is true love between the pair of you, but you mustn't keep anything from the ones you love. It will only end in anger and heartbreak. If there is anything you feel you should tell him, do it. He loves you. He will understand," Dorea said, gazing up at the sky above them.

Loves me? No- He couldn't. He hasn't said it., she thought. But, you love him as well and haven't said it... And she obviously knows what you are, maybe she knows that too.

"I do, Hermione. I do," she said simply.

Hermione did not notice she was staring directly into her eyes while she was thinking that. She gave a little jump of shock and smiled sadly at Dorea Potter.

"It's- It's not that simple. There is so much I can't tell him," she said sadly.

"Can't? Or won't? He has a right to know that you are here from the future and the reasons for it. He loves you, my dear. He must know the futures that may lie before him. It is only fair," she told her.

"I know. You can't say anything, Dorea. Please!" Hermione begged. "I know I must tell him, but I am waiting for the proper moment. I am just waiting for the right time to tell him I love him... And-and that I am here twenty years from the future".

Suddenly they heard an intake of breath, a low swear and the sound of someone falling to the ground. They had not noticed Sirius walking up behind them as they were speaking to ask if he may join. He heard the last things Dorea and Hermione had just said. The sight of Sirius down on his knees tore at Hermione's very insides. He looked absolutely anguished and it broke her heart. She had not meant for him to find out this way and had no idea now what to do or what to say.

"My dear, I'm so sorry. I had no idea," Dorea said sincerely. "I'll let you get to it then," she said and began to walk back to the house, pausing only to place her hand on Sirius's shoulder and whisper something Hermione could not hear. Hermione was frozen to the spot. She had absolutely no idea what to say or do so she took one step forward with her hand outstretched.

"Sirius...", she whispered.

Nothing.

"Sirius, please", she said.

He looked up at her with confusion and fury in his eyes. It was terrifying to see him this way, she never had.

"You're... You're from the future?” he asked, completely stunned.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She merely nodded.

"Why are you here and why are you with me? Why did you make me fall in love with you when you are not even from here? Has this all been a lie?" he asked her.

For a moment the only thing that registered with Hermione was the fact he admitted he was in love with her. She pulled herself back to bigger issue and began to speak.

"Yes, yes I am from the future. Dumbledore sent me here from the year 1998..." she started.

Sirius's eyes widened in shock and let her continue.

"You see, the time I come from was dark, very dark. Lord Voldemort had returned to full power and we have suffered many casualties. Dumbledore sent me back here to set it right. To make sure the future I return to is brighter and with many more survivors. But I swear Sirius, I never thought this would happen. It wasn't part of the plan! I didn't mean to let myself fall in love with you, too! I knew you. I knew the man you were in my time. You were my best friend's god father. You were a man and I was a child. I always thought you were very handsome, mind you, but I did not set out for this to happen. You have to believe me!" she pleaded, tears threatening.

"When you say casualties, are-,” he choked for a moment and swallowed. “Are we involved? Myself, James, Remus, Peter and Lily? Is that why you have become friends with us?" he asked her.

Hermione did not know what to say. She was not ready to get into Lily and James dying for Harry. Peter's betrayal. Lupin living alone until he found Tonks. But the thing she was the most ill prepared for was telling him of his twelve years in Azkaban and, ultimately, his death. She did not say anything, but instead nodded once more.

"Well that's just shit, Hermione! You have been here three months, almost four, and have not said a word to us? To ME! You supposedly love me and you couldn't tell me who, or what you are? What kind of love is that?" he spat at her.

Hermione recoiled. Her heart was breaking. He did not understand that she was forbidden to release this information until the time was absolutely right. It could jeopardize everything, including her life.

"Sirius, please! I wanted to tell you, trust me! But I was forbidden. Dumbledore absolutely forbade it until the time was right! You have to believe me!" she pleaded, again.

Sirius looked at her with disgust. He needed nothing more than to get as far away from this little fraud as possible.

"Believe you? BELIEVE you?! You want me to believe you when you have lied to me for MONTHS! Months, Hermione Winters! If that is even your real name!" he yelled.

Well... Might as well drop this bombshell as well, she thought to herself.

"Not entirely..." she whispered.

"Can't say I'm surprised. Are your parents even dead? Or was that all bullshit too?" he said.

Hermione flinched. No, her parents were not dead. They were, in the future, living in Australia. Unaware they had a daughter. The tears that were threatening to spill over finally did. She wiped her face convulsively and went on with her truths.

"They're not. When I left, they were living in Australia. I had wiped their memories before I left on a long and dangerous mission. They are under the impression their lifelong ambition was to move to Australia, their names have been changed and they do not have a daughter. I did that to save their lives..." at this time, she became overcome with emotion barely spitting out, "And my last name is really Granger. I'm a muggleborn."

As he watched this women he loved break down in front of it, it softened him up a bit. He absolutely hated to watch a woman cry, especially the one he was in love with. Of course, he was furious with her for not telling him, but he wanted to believe she loved him. Extremely conflicted, he hesitated for a moment before he walked over and put his arms around her, trying to stop her from sobbing.

"Listen, Hermione. This is just all a lot to take in. I don't know how to handle this. I mean, obviously you're going to go back at some point, right?" he asked.

She continued to cry in his arms and nodded.

"I figured- I don't know. I don't know if I could wait. Twenty years is so long. And you said I knew you. That would mean I would watch you grow up... Do you know how awkward and uncomfortable that would be?" he said, more to himself than to her.

At this point, Hermione could not hear anymore. It was just as she feared. She would let herself love him and she would lose him. One way or another.

"Why do you think I fought you so hard, Sirius! Do you think I did not consider this!? I- I can't right now!" she said before she got up and ran away from him, back to the house. She did not stop until she reached her room.




 




She locked the door behind her, pulled the curtains shut, and placed the charm on them so they would not open. Though she knew she’d have to tell him at some point, she just could not believe he overheard and found out like this. Despite her worst fears, she’d never anticipated him reacting quite so poorly. She thought she had experienced heartbreak watching Ron with Lavender her sixth year, but that was nothing compared to this.

After quite some time, Hermione managed to cry herself to sleep. It was around three in the morning when she heard someone knock softly on her door, unlock it, and then enter the bedroom. There were a few carpet muffled steps on the floor and the sound of someone taking a deep breath. She noticed the hangings around her bed attempting to move, but would not budge. She heard another sigh followed by the sound of muffled footsteps making their way back towards the door when she sat straight up in bed.

"Wait!" she said, removing the charm and opening her curtains.

There, standing in the dark was a sleep-deprived looking Sirius. She was beyond shocked he had come to see her after how he had reacted earlier this evening. Not knowing what to do or what to say, she sat there looking sadly up at the man who just might break her heart beyond repair. He hesitated for the slightest moment before he walked back to where Hermione was laying. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he faced away from her, clearly not knowing where to begin.

"Hermione... I - I don't really know what to say," he started.

"I know..." she said.

Here it comes. The part where he breaks up with me, saying he just can't wait nearly twenty years for someone, she thought as tears threatened, once again, to fall from her eyes.

"I want you to know something. I- I... I love you, Hermione. With every fiber of my being, I love you. I have never said that to a girl before and meant it. I truly have fallen completely in love with the girl I thought I knew. But do I even know the real you? Or has this all been an act?" he asked, his voice thick as he turned to look right into her eyes.

Of course it hasn't been an act. Hermione has been nothing but her true self the entire time she had been here. It was a fact she was not entirely truthful about her past, her last name, or where she had come from, but everything else has been one hundred percent her. She did not know how to begin to tell him that and make him believe he had truly fallen in love with her.

"
Sirius, I know you may not believe me, after what I have kept from you, but the Hermione you know is the real me. The only things that have not been true have been my real name, where I am from, and bits of my past. Everything I have mentioned of my friends at home, and things we have done are entirely true. Only, that most of the crazy stories I had told did take place at Hogwarts, not The Salem Witch Institute. If you have fallen in love with me, then you have fallen in love with me. Not anyone I was pretending to be," she told him truthfully.

There was nothing but silence after that for a few moments as Sirius only continued to look deep into her eyes, searching for any sign that she may be lying. He wanted so badly to believe her, but he could not be entirely sure. The only way he could be sure would be if she told him everything. The full reason she was here, who may have died and what she was doing to try to fix the future he may or may not come to know. Only then could he make a sound decision.

"I want to believe you, I truly do. I think the only way I could be entirely sure is if you tell me everything. I need to know what happens in the future that’s clearly so bad, it’s forced Dumbledore to send you here. Anything you tell me will be between the two of us. I will not breathe a word to anyone. Not even James," he told her sincerely.

As Hermione looked at Sirius, she wondered what the harm would be in telling him. She knew he was fiercely loyal and would never betray her secret. It would go against what Dumbledore told her, but she had to do what she could to keep Sirius. There was also a feeling; something that she couldn't explain in the pit of her stomach telling her she should let him in on everything. She cleared her throat, took a deep breath and began.

"Ok. I will tell you everything. But you have to promise not to interrupt, not to tell anyone, and to please don't fly off the handle. Ok?" she said.

Sirius thought about it for a moment before, reluctantly, agreeing to all of her terms. She then began by explaining how James and Lily will become married shortly after leaving Hogwarts and Lily would become pregnant with a son- her best friend, Harry.




 




Next, she moved on to the prophecy, Snape overhearing it, Dumbledore putting the Potters in hiding and them being betrayed by someone they trusted, without mentioning who. She did not feel it was fair to throw Peter under the bus. He did seem like he was more loyal to the lot of them this time around and she did not feel he would betray them. Still, if the time ever came, the prophecy is heard and the Potters go into hiding, she would let them know to never let Peter be Secret Keeper. Feeling that, in this matter, it would be better to be safe than sorry.




 




She continued speaking for a quarter of an hour straight and even told Sirius of his own death. The shock and pain that flashed across his face at being killed by his own cousin, no matter how much he hated her, almost brought Hermione to silence. But she continued on, right to the end of she, Harry and Ron destroying the Horcruxes, returning to Hogwarts, Dumbledore sending her back to Kings Cross Station the day they had met.




 




She proceeded to tell him of how she felt drawn to him immediately, could not explain it to herself and tried so hard to resist his advances. Inevitably realizing she couldn't deny her feelings any longer, not being sure when and if she would return to her own time and deciding on progressing their relationship to where it was today.




 




Finally, she told him how she could not remain in this time past the 19th of September, 1979 or she would cease to exist in her current form. Many times Sirius looked as if he were to interrupt, be sick, or punch something, but he somehow managed to control himself and let her speak until she had finished.




 




Not quite sure what to do or say, he remained quiet for a few moments more. One thing he could not deny was the overwhelming respect and awe he felt towards the brave young women who he loved. It had taken a great deal of courage to come here and to do the things she has done in the future, or, technically her past. Knowing full well he wanted to be with her forever, he still was not sure if he could wait that long for her. Could he wait and suffer for nearly twenty years? That seemed such a very long time to be alone. Maybe she was right and they should just enjoy the time they have together here, in the now, while they can.

"Sirius… There is one last thing you should know," she said after a few moments of absolute silence.

"What's that?" he asked her, sounding nervous.  

She took another deep breath and began, "I love you. I love you with all of my heart. But we both know that I will eventually have to go back. Twenty years is an awfully long time and I could never ask you to wait for me. I understand that for me it will be merely moments, but for you it will be nearly two decades. If you should choose to live your life and move on, I will understand completely. I'm not saying I will be happy or really ever get over you, but I just want you to live your life and be happy," she finished, nearly in tears.

It broke her heart to say it, but it had to be said. Really, she was hoping to have this conversation at a much later date, but he had to know she was not expecting that from him. She loved him too much to make him suffer and wait for that long and could not begrudge him happiness if he found it along the way. Being the constant little thing that she was, it would kill her to see him loving another woman, but she would rather him be alive to do so. She would spend the rest of her life never quite getting over him, but at least he would be alive. That, after all, was the main reason for her return to the past.

Sirius had no idea what to say to her and could not believe that anyone could possibly be so selfless. The more he thought about it, he would not have expected anything less from her. Of course she would never ask him to wait for her; it was not in her nature to think of herself. That much he did know about the girl, that she was the type of person who always put others above and beyond herself. He realized she was the type of woman any man would be lucky to have, he began to think maybe twenty years really wouldn't be so long.




 




She loved him and he loved her, deeply. They were soul mates and had a love which, apparently, transpired time and space. Feeling a terrible ache for the burden in which she carried, he longed for nothing more than to be close to her at this moment.




 




Slowly, he crawled up on the bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her before he kissed her like he has never kissed her before. Hermione was surprised by this kiss, but happy never the less. He still loved her and wanted to be with her, she hoped. Not caring about how much it may hurt her in the future, she kissed him back and put all the unsaid things into that kiss. How much she loved him, how much she wanted him to wait but would never ask, and how much she needed him close to her now, more than anything else. For a brief moment they broke apart, both of them panting.

"I love you, Hermione Granger. I love you more than anything and I am so sorry for everything that has happened to you," he said as his eyes burned into hers.

"I love you too, Sirius Black. More than I ever thought possible.” She hesitated for a moment but was never surer of herself about anything before, “Make love to me Sirius. I need to be close to you," she responded.

They were both more than shocked at the words that came out of her mouth. Hermione was shocked that she had been bold enough to say it and he was shocked that this was the moment it would finally happen. Soon after, his lips came crashing down onto hers, their clothes thrown off in a frenzy and Hermione soon felt the almost unbearable pain followed by unbelievably mind-blowing pleasure at having Sirius Black show his love in the most intimate of ways.




 




She knew she would look back on this night always. Either it would bring her immense pain and sorrow, or unbelievable happiness at reliving their first time. But none of that mattered in this moment; the only thing that mattered was the two of them. The rest she would take as it came. One way or another.
 
Soon after, Hermione and Sirius lay naked under the covers, her head resting on his chest as he traced light patterns with his finger on her back. She still could not believe the emotional turbulence this night had contained. All at once, she became overwhelmed by the love she felt- which seemed to continue to crescendo- towards Sirius. There was still so much more they needed to discuss and now may not be the best time to do it, but she did not care.




 




"Sirius? So what happens now... with us? Do we continue on like nothing has changed? Or are we ending this now, before it gets more out of hand?" she asked him.
 
Feeling his body tense up at the mention of ending it, she knew she had her answer even before he spoke. He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her a little tighter.




 




"I love you, Hermione. No matter what else has changed, that hasn't. Let us just continue on and we'll take whatever happens as it comes," he told her.

Being overjoyed by his words of reassurance, Hermione turned her head and placed a few soft kisses into his chest. She then sat up, threw her leg over his hips and began to kiss him roughly.





"Again?" Sirius chuckled as he broke briefly from their kiss.




 
Hermione did not answer with words, but rather showed him her answer was indeed, yes… again. They once more became lost in one another, both feeling that if they did not have much time here together, they might as well enjoy the time they did have.




 




A half hour passed and Hermione and Sirius both lay on their backs, panting and glistening with sweat. If she thought the first time was incredible, it was nothing compared to what had just transpired. She felt her body still tingling, heart pounding, lips swollen, and feeling like she had the consistency of the Giant Squid.




The smile she was wearing, she was afraid would never fall off her face. Knowing it was very late, even though she hated the thought of it, she needed to kick Sirius out. She felt it would not do well to have the Potters find out what had happened in here this evening.





"It's nearly five in the morning, love. As much as I don't want you to, you should probably get back to your room before anyone wakes up," she told him.




 
He looked over and pouted at her, clearly not wanting to leave.




 




"Charlus and Dor like to sleep late. Plus, they never come to this side of the house. Their room is all the way on the other side. Really, Hermione, they'll never know if I stay," he said, giving her that puppy dog look she always melted from.

Debating it for a moment, she decided, ‘What the hell? I'll kick him out before breakfast then’.





"Alright, you can sleep here for a few hours, but at least let’s put some clothes back on. Just in case anyone decides to pop in early," she said.




Sirius put back on his boxers and a t-shirt, while Hermione put on small cotton shorts and a tank top. They crawled into the grand bed with one another, Hermione resting her head on his chest and they soon fell asleep.





After what seemed like mere minutes, the sun poured in on the bed right onto their faces. They woke up to the figure of a shocked, messy haired and chuckling young man standing over their bed.




 
"Well, well, well. Looks like mum didn't put a charm on their room after all, huh, Padfoot?" James said with a knowing smile.




 
Sirius didn't answer, just groaned at James while placing a pillow over his head to block out the light. Hermione, who was completely embarrassed, threw the covers up over her face.




 




"Come on guys. You know I don't care, but if mum catches you sleeping in here, you're done for mate. Get up and get dressed, it's nearly ten and breakfast will be ready soon," James told them.





Still groaning and not moving, Sirius rolled onto his stomach and tried to go back to sleep.




 
"So we're going to do this the hard way, Padfoot? Alright, you asked for it!" James said while using the oh so popular Levicorpus on Sirius.




 




James flicked his wand and Sirius shot right up out of bed and into the air. For a few moments, nothing intelligible came from Sirius; all that was heard was a few swear words here and there while he was flailing around like mad. Hermione could not help herself and began to laugh with James, for Sirius truly did look ridiculous.





"You up now? Good. Go get dressed and I'll meet you in the hall in fifteen minutes," he said while flicking his wand once more and Sirius came crashing down on the ground.




 
"Dammit, you prat!" Sirius yelled at James and began to bolt out of Hermione's room after him.  A few moments later, Hermione heard a very loud noise, sounding like the two boys coming to a crash on the ground and wrestling one another.

Laughing, she got up out of bed, grabbed a pair of jeans, a red hand knit sweater and a pair of black flats; she had a quick wash and was ready and waiting in the hall, fifteen minutes later.
 
After breakfast James and Sirius wanted to have some Quidditch practice in the back yard. Hermione, not one for broom riding, told them she would retire to her room to do some light reading. While she was sitting in one of the armchairs by the fire place, a soft knock came at the door.
 
"Come in," Hermione called out.
 
Striding across the room and to take a seat in the other armchair was Dorea Potter.
 
Uh oh. Time to block out last night. Hermione thought as she watched the impressive figure sit down next to her.
 
"Hermione, I've come to apologize for last night. It was completely inappropriate of me to invade your mind like I did. I do hope that you and Sirius have worked everything out. As I was leaving I told him to hear you out and if you truly loved one another, you would find a way to work this out," she said rather sheepishly.

Hermione was surprised to see the woman looking so embarrassed by her behavior. Already knowing what type of woman she is, Hermione knew of how hard it must be for her to admit she was wrong.
 
"Please, don't apologize. I know you were just looking out for Sirius. It seems you care for him as if he were your son. We did… I think, work everything out. I told him everything and I believe, and hope that he understands," Hermione said.

"He does. And he will wait, Hermione. He will wait. I have noticed an immense change in him since you have stolen his heart. I do not believe he will ever find another woman who will have the effect on him as you do. I believe, when you return to your present, he will be there waiting for you," she told a stunned Hermione.
 
"I certainly hope so. Though, I would never ask him to," she replied.

Dorea looked her over for a minute, impressed by the maturity and undeniable bravery of this young woman. After a few moments Dorea said simply,

"Which is precisely why he will."





After a few moments, she stood up and patted Hermione gently on the top of the head, letting her return to her reading and walking out of the room. Hermione's book lay all but forgotten on her lap.
 
I hope she's right, she thought as a single tear escaped her eye.
 
The next two days passed rather quickly. There were no more deep conversations and Hermione, Sirius and Dorea acted as if nothing more than polite conversation happened in the gardens that evening. They laughed, played games, stayed up late and wandered the house and grounds. For all that had happened between them, Sirius and Hermione appeared more in love and more deeply bonded than ever. She found herself, once again, pushing from her mind the day she would inevitably have to leave him.




 




Sooner than anyone realized, it was Christmas morning. Hermione, Sirius, and the Potters gathered in the sitting room to begin opening their gifts. From Lily she received a silver charm bracelet, it had a charm of a lily, a daisy, and a little silver circle engraved with the word Sisters. It was beautiful and Hermione knew she would cherish it forever. From James she received a small bottle of floral smelling perfume. Lupin had sent her a copy of her favorite Muggle classic romance novel she had mentioned losing. Her gift from Peter was a beautiful eagle feather quill and a box of sweets. The Potters gave her a box of cakes and candy and a little homework planner, Sirius had told them what an excellent student she was.




 




Lastly she opened her gift from Sirius; he had been waiting and left his gift from her unopened. Inside was a small mirror, one quite similar to the one he and James used to speak to one another while in separate detentions, and a small white gold necklace. The necklace had a large diamond heart hanging from it with a small charm of a key next to it.

"It's just so you know, you'll always have the key to my heart," he told her, his eyes blazing with sincerity. 

Hermione was speechless. The necklace was truly beautiful, but the meaning behind it made it even more incredible. She began to think that maybe Dorea was right and he would wait for her. Beaming at him with a bright smile, she hugged him tightly and kissed him directly on the mouth in front of everyone.
 
"I love it, Sirius. I love you!" she said. After she broke their embrace, she noticed his gift still sitting unopened. "You're turn," she told him. 

Sirius unwrapped her gift and first saw a shiny new beaters bat, "Wow! Thanks Hermione!" he exclaimed.

"Keep going," she said impatiently. 

He dug further down the in the box and pulled out a brown leather bound book. Opening it, he noticed all the pages were blank, except for the first.




 





My dear Sirius,

If there ever comes a time we must part, for any reason, I leave you this book in which you could write down everything you would wish to say to me.
With this, you can always feel as if I am near.
Just know, if that time ever comes, it will not be permanent. I will find my way back to you.

I'll love you always and forever.




 




Yours always,
 - Hermione


Under her note there was a picture Lily had taken. One of Hermione and Sirius sitting, kissing  and then waving from the couch in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room.

"I was planning on telling you during the Holidays. Just didn't plan on it happening so soon or in that way," she whispered to him.
 
Honestly, he did not know what to say. Seeing this journal, and the words she had written, and the picture of them so happy and in love, made the fact she would not always be there that much more real to him. He was very moved that she left him this way of communicating with her, even if she wouldn't see it for nearly twenty years after she would leave him. It would almost be as if he still had her to talk to during the bleak time which lay ahead of him.
 
"You won't miss a moment. I'll make sure of it. I will love you always, Hermione," he whispered in her ear.
 
"That's what I'm hoping for, love," she said smiling, repeating the words he’d said to her the day before they had became a couple.
 
Unaware of what was happening between Sirius and Hermione, James suddenly yelled across the room, "Wow! Nice one, Hermione! I couldn't wait to get this!" He was holding up the book Quidditch Through the Ages, which had just been released.
 
Snapped out of her private moment with Sirius, she smiled and called back over, "No worries, James. I thought you'd like that!"
 
The rest of the Holiday passed rather nicely. They ate, sang, admired their new gifts, played Wizard's Chess, and pretty much lounged around. Sirius hardly strayed from Hermione's side. It was as if he was afraid every moment could be the last moment and refused to let her out of reaching distance. Soon it was time for bed and the rest of their friends would be arriving in the morning. Hermione showered and changed into her favorite red striped pajama pants and white t-shirt when there was a knock at her door.
 




"I couldn't stand to be away. Even for just the evening. Can I stay? I swear I'll leave before anyone wakes this time," Sirius said, walking in the room.
 
Hermione had to admit to herself that she completely agreed. Any moment away from him seemed like precious time wasted.




 




 "Yes, you can stay. But make sure James doesn't find us in here together again," she said to him with a smile.




 




He smiled wickedly and began to walk towards her. Soon their clothing and worries were lying forgotten on the floor as they lost themselves in one another again this evening. If there really was a Heaven, they were both quite sure this was as close to it as possible.




 

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