[ Her eyes flicker over his face as she takes him in, waiting to see if he will step forward and breach the gap to give her all of his trust. Hermione knows it can't be easy for him, considering, that she is a girl that was once his student and has grown so much since then, but she wants to believe they're friends. She wants to think that they're crossing the boundary between teacher and student and becoming closer than that, a family of sorts in this world, and it warms her to think that it might be the case.
Her hand squeezes his and when he speaks... She can feel her stomach drop, her hands shaking as it settles down, the knowledge of what happened settling around her shoulders as she tries to understand. Remus loved Sirius and she knows what he means, knows the words he can't quiet say, and she can feel, in her chest, the way her own heart breaks. It aches, the knowledge of what is in their future, what is to come, that Remus has Tonks but loses Sirius, that he loses a family as quickly as he gains one.
Moving without thinking, Hermione wraps herself around Remus again, drawing him close, squeezing him, her eyes squeezing shut to fightback her tears. ]
[Remus shuts his eyes himself, leaning against Hermione and wrapping his arms loosely around her in return as she embraces him. He nods, the smallest of movements, but it's a nod nonetheless, in response to her words.]
I know he did. He. [He lets out something of a laugh, and the sound is pained and choked, as it forces its way up his throat.] If there's one thing I never doubted about Sirius Black, it was his capacity to love. [Sometimes it drove him up the wall. Sometimes it made him doubt himself - how could he possibly think to match the unquestioning affection that the other man offered him? Like the giant dog that he was, unassuming.]
If only... If only I hadn't kept so many secrets, Hermione. If only I had trusted him as much as he had trusted me... [It was why Lily and James had died, after all. Because he had lost Sirius's trust. And in turn, he had lost everything.]
[ She tightens her grip around him, breathing out sharply before she lets her eyes close tighter. It's hard, she knows, accepting death and pain, and all she can do is try to wrap herself around her friend and soothe his hurts with everything that she has inside of her. Hermione wants Remus to be happy, but right now all they can feel is shared pain and regret. ]
I know. I remember that. I remember how happy he was when he was home with us all, when he had us around - especially you. He missed you so much, Remus. [ She lifts her hand and threads her fingers through his hair, gentle brushes against his scalp, trying to soothe him and brush away his pain. When she leans back, she's frowning, her cheeks wet from her tears. ]
Remus, none of you could have known. Hindsight is the worst kind of pain, I know that. You couldn't have predicted what was going to happen - none of you could have. [ Her hand lifts, touching his cheek, slow and gentle and familiar. ] You didn't know.
[He shakes his head slightly, leaning into the touch of her hand. He didn't know, no. They couldn't have, she says. People have said before. But he still has to wonder whether that is the truth or not. They had always taken Peter for granted. And look at where it had got them.
It's when she leans back and he sees her tears that he knows that he's taken this too far. Burdened her too much.] Oh, Hermione. Don't cry. Not for me, not for us. [He reaches up to brush a tear from her own face.] It isn't your fault that our time has past. I'm sorry for unloading this much on you. It was wrong of me to do so...
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Her hand squeezes his and when he speaks... She can feel her stomach drop, her hands shaking as it settles down, the knowledge of what happened settling around her shoulders as she tries to understand. Remus loved Sirius and she knows what he means, knows the words he can't quiet say, and she can feel, in her chest, the way her own heart breaks. It aches, the knowledge of what is in their future, what is to come, that Remus has Tonks but loses Sirius, that he loses a family as quickly as he gains one.
Moving without thinking, Hermione wraps herself around Remus again, drawing him close, squeezing him, her eyes squeezing shut to fightback her tears. ]
He loved you too.
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I know he did. He. [He lets out something of a laugh, and the sound is pained and choked, as it forces its way up his throat.] If there's one thing I never doubted about Sirius Black, it was his capacity to love. [Sometimes it drove him up the wall. Sometimes it made him doubt himself - how could he possibly think to match the unquestioning affection that the other man offered him? Like the giant dog that he was, unassuming.]
If only... If only I hadn't kept so many secrets, Hermione. If only I had trusted him as much as he had trusted me... [It was why Lily and James had died, after all. Because he had lost Sirius's trust. And in turn, he had lost everything.]
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I know. I remember that. I remember how happy he was when he was home with us all, when he had us around - especially you. He missed you so much, Remus. [ She lifts her hand and threads her fingers through his hair, gentle brushes against his scalp, trying to soothe him and brush away his pain. When she leans back, she's frowning, her cheeks wet from her tears. ]
Remus, none of you could have known. Hindsight is the worst kind of pain, I know that. You couldn't have predicted what was going to happen - none of you could have. [ Her hand lifts, touching his cheek, slow and gentle and familiar. ] You didn't know.
YOU KNOW THE DRILL i'm sorry this is late :(
It's when she leans back and he sees her tears that he knows that he's taken this too far. Burdened her too much.] Oh, Hermione. Don't cry. Not for me, not for us. [He reaches up to brush a tear from her own face.] It isn't your fault that our time has past. I'm sorry for unloading this much on you. It was wrong of me to do so...