Truth or Dare ✔️

25

Hermione stood staring a their likeness, connected together by many strands of what appeared to be glowing golden threads and she found an irresistible urge to reach out and touch the ancient fabric. How this magical artifact knew how they felt about one another was beyond the realm of immediate thought: she knew that she had to study it and learn how it worked. Soon, she heard many pairs of footsteps behind her as well as the voices of Connie, Suzy and Alex. Still, the only voice she wanted to hear was his...Sirius' voice. His was the only one that truly mattered and she smiled...is this what it's like to be in love? Truly and undeniably in love...

All sorts of thoughts were milling about in her mind, some making sense, and some not.

She felt him nearby and finally he placed his arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder; she turned her head, feeling the barely there (and gratefully thinned out) stubble on his chin...she made a mental note to herself that she wanted to thank Leo for thinning out Sirius' beard and cutting his hair...She thought he was a handsome man to begin with, but since his hair cut and she was able to actually see him, she found that she was stunned by his masculine beauty and she felt quite plain by comparison.

"You don't get to see that very often on this thing," he whispered. "Never thought I'd ever see it at any rate."

"What's that," she asked.

"Golden threads connected to my likeness." He pointed up above his likeness. "See, even my parents marriage line is silver," he said quietly.

"They didn't love each other then?"

He shook his head. "No. I don't think they ever did. They married out of duty."

She nodded and suddenly, she felt very sad for all of them and wondered if that was why they had been so bitter toward him?

"I'm...I'm...just...Ah hell, I don't know what I am," he confessed with an uncomfortable chuckle, causing her smile to widen. He sighed and turned her to the side and then faced her. "I feel like the luckiest man on Earth right now! You've no idea!"

She placed her hands on either side of his face. "Yes I do," she replied. "I feel the same." Happy tears welled in her eyes.

He took her hands in his and moved so close to her that his brow rested on hers. "Forever then," he whispered.

She couldn't help but laugh nervously. "Why do I feel like we're about to marry?"

Sissy approached with the assistance of her daughter. "Because you dear, you are." In her hand was her wand and she pointed it to their joined hands. "All you have to do is say, 'yes.'"

Hermione's eyes fell and Sirius' felt his heart travel through his body to his feet. "You don't want to..."

"No! It's not that! I swear!"

"What is it then Dear," Sissy asked.

"Well, I'm in a black cocktail dress  for one, and I've no maid of honor and my mother isn't even here! And then there's Remus and Harry...and everyone else...I want to share this moment with everyone I love! Sirius! I...just..."

Sirius swallowed hard and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he smiled and nodded. "You want a wedding," he replied.

"Well...in a word, yes!"

Sissy looked into Sirius' eyes and nodded. "We will give you both some privacy for a moment."

"There is always time for that. Besides, if I know you and I think I know what's going on in that magnificent brain of yours, you want a grand, intimate affair!"