Chapter 3 : The Truth
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She had never realized how completely uncomfortable Peter’s bed was. It was like sleeping on a lump of rocks. Big, pointy rocks. She groaned as she rolled over, yet again, to look at the clock. 4:28. Sirius was probably still out, and she refused to return home before him.
She ran a hand through her hair. She really shouldn’t be so worried about what Sirius was doing. He was a selfish, arrogant jerk and she should feel no jealousy towards her best friend, Jane, for taking him out. If anything she should pity the poor girl. To have sunk so low as to find Sirius Black worthy of your time, well it was unimaginable. But that didn’t stop her body from brimming with anger when she thought back to Jane’s phone call mere hours ago, telling her Sirius wouldn’t be arriving at the apartment for a while and to not wait up.
So she’d done the only thing she could think of. Run to Peter. And after a bout of horribly predictable sex, Peter rolled over to doze the night away and leave her awake on his dreadfully uncomfortable, hell-hole of a bed.
"Peter," she said, nudging him with her hand, "Pe-ter. Petey, petey, petey."
When he showed no signs of coming around, she mad her way about the room, putting on pieces of clothing as she found them. Running her fingers through her ever so knotty hair, she nodded slightly in Peter’s direction, making her way to the door.
After catching a cab, in which the driver hit on her- via lewd comments- several times, she arrived at her apartment building more disgruntled than when she left it. The wind hit her hard in the face, making cheeks a rosy red by the time she entered her apartment. She placed her keys on top of her table and dropped her purse by the door.
"Ahh!" she screamed, taking about five steps back.
"It’s just me, Hermione," said Remus, getting up from the couch.
"Jesus, Remus. You scared me half to death," she said, laughing slightly.
"My apologizes," he said, "I came here to speak to Sirius, but to my surprise neither of you were here when I arrived."
"Oh, um, my friend Jane came by to congratulate me on my engagement and-"
"Oh, yes. My boyfriend Peter proposed the day that Sirius arrived."
"Thanks," she said, her eyes shifting uncomfortably, "But as I was saying, she came over and, for reasons unbeknownst to me, found Sirius extremely attractive. There was shameless flirting and hair flipping, and, before I knew what was happening, they were out of the door on their way to dinner. I waited around for a bit, but she called a few hours ago to tell me that Sirius was going home with her and ’don’t wait up!’" she mimicked, her voice getting high pitched and annoying at the end, "So I went over to Peter’s because there was no way I was letting him come home to find me here waiting up."
"But you have been waiting up, right?"
"No, I’ve been at Peter’s."
"Ahha," said Remus, nodding his head knowingly.
"What? What’s that ’ahha’ about?"
"Nothing. I just... it’s nothing," he said, sitting back down on the couch.
"No. It’s obvious you’ve made some sort of decision about something and I’d like to know what it is," Hermione said, walking towards him.
"I just find it rather humorous that, in the short time you’ve lived with Sirius, you’ve developed such a strong attraction to him."
"What?" scoffed Hermione, "I am not attracted to Sirius!"
"Then why the waiting up?"
"I was not waiting up! I was simply at my fiance’s house, participating in... marital like activities."
"Marital like activities?" asked Remus, chuckling.
"Y-y-yes," stammered Hermione, blushing deeply.
"Hermione, I’m not saying you’re head over heels in love with him, but you’ve got to admit that you’re harboring some special feelings for a special someone we both know."
"Oh, God," groaned Hermione, taking a seat next to Remus on the couch, "Is it that obvious?"
"Only to a wise onlooker, I’m sure."
"I don’t even know why. I mean, he can infuriate me with a simple look, but then, a minute later, with a completely different look, he can make my knees go to jelly and my heart sing. Take earlier, for example. I was about to get into the shower when Sirius just comes barging in, making some rude comment about my body. Then, mere minutes later, after I was finished yelling at him of
course, he looked up at me with this goofy grin and apologized. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen."
"Hermione, I’m not going to pretend that I’m some sort of know-all sage, but I think that if it’s been this easy for you to fall for Sirius, it must’ve been twice as easy for him to fall for you."
"Then why would he go with Jane?"
"The same reason you went to Peter tonight. Jealousy can prove to be a very useful tool when trying to get someone to reciprocate feelings for you."
Hermione smiled, "Thank you, Remus," she said, giving him a hug, "You’re a wonderful guy. I just hope you’re right."
Sirius couldn’t believe it. He simply couldn’t. There was actually a point where he attempted to clear out his ears, but even then, he still heard the same idea floating around in the other room.
He felt like an ass. He never imagined that he’d been torturing Hermione so badly, for if he did, he would’ve turned it down a bit. He chuckled a bit to himself. Just how lucky was he, Sirius Black, to have a woman like Hermione have feelings for him?
He opened the door slowly, and made his way into the living room, seeing Hermione and Remus holding each other in a friendly hug.
Hermione was the first to notice him, and she jumped back while running a hand through her hair, "Sirius? I thought you were at Jane’s."
"I felt that it was time for me to come home. You’re friend Jane, she’s quite a, uh, I really don’t even know."
Remus chuckled, "Were you sleeping?"
"For a bit, yes."
"That explains why you didn’t hear Remus when he came in, or apparated, or whatever," interrupted Hermione, in a somewhat lame and confused way.
"Yes, well, I was just here to make sure you were both okay, and seeing that you are, I’ll be on my way," he gave Hermione a hug and shook Sirius’ hand, "Goodbye," and he was gone.
Hermione got up and began to fiddle around with things in the kitchen. Had he heard? Or was he blissfully unaware of her and Remus’ whole conversation?
"Are you hungry?" she asked, on edge.
He walked over to her, taking the knife she was using to chop up tomatoes and placing it back in the drawer. In mere seconds, he had cleared away all of the stuff on the counter, while Hermione stayed where he had left her, completely flustered. He walked back to her, taking a hand from off of the counter top and bringing it to his lips.
He kissed it once, twice, and then held it to his face, "Why didn’t you tell me?"
"You heard?" she asked, in a low whisper of a voice.
"Every word," he said, bringing his face close to hers.
Suddenly, his lips were on hers and she was giggling with happiness into his mouth. She let her hands roam around, touching his chest, his neck, his face, his hair. He raised her up onto the counter, kissing her neck, pulling her cami strap down to have better access to her shoulders, her arms. Finally, tired of trying to maneuver around it, he had taken the cami off, his hand exploring the freshly exposed skin.
Just as he tried to lay her down on the counter top, there was a hard knock at the door.