Lost in time

You have a boyfriend

"Damn Hermione... You always seem to get yourself into these situations." Sirius muttered, mostly to himself, before squeezing the young unconscious witch's hand and laying his head on the side of the hospital bed.

"And you never seem to leave girls alone, do you brother?" A voice came, and Sirius could see the smirk on his younger brothers face before even looking up.

"What are you doing here Regulus?" Sirius asked, his voice monotone. He really couldn't be bothered.

"Oh... You don't know?" Regulus teased.

"Know what?"

"Well your damsel in distress has a boyfriend. And none other than Matthew Nott himself." A tantalising smirk claimed his face and his older brothers face changed, confusion finding itself there.

"No.... Hermione would never...." Sirius muttered, standing up and stepping back from Hermione, staring at her unconscious body, her perfect face, a picture of peace, and he questioned every moment the two had ever had together.

"Looks like she isn't yours anymore brother" Regulus carried on teasing but instantly regretted it as a small but prominent tear fell from Sirius' eye.

"Sirius...? Sirius?" Regulus asked timidly.

"Get out Reg." Sirius said quietly. He couldn't do this. Not now. He could hear his heart shattering into a million small pieces as another tear fell.

"But..." Regulus argued, trying to reason. He didn't know that a simple fact would hurt his brother this much.

"GET OUT" Sirius screamed, more tears falling, his vocal chords straining as he looked at his brother with a stare of hatred.

Regulus opened his mouth to speak once more but the stare he received from the wizard in front of him seemed to silence him before he stepped backward, his face a mask of hurt, and walked out of the hospital wing.

Sobs erupted from the black-haired wizard who never moved his eyesight away from the young witch. Maybe he'd not been there enough. Maybe he just wasn't good enough for her. Maybe both. Tears fell from his eyes as he fell to the ground, never once waking Hermione. Nobody came to check if he was okay and he was fine with that. Maybe being alone was the best thing now.

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Bright white light threatened to break through the state of unconsciousness that Hermione currently found herself trapped in. She felt pressure in her hand and immediately hoped it was Sirius.

"Hermione?" But that wasn't Sirius' voice.

Slowly opening her eyes, Hermione became aware of the blurry figure that sat in front of her. She tried to sit up before being greeted with a throbbing headache and sharp pains up her right arm. Raising her cloak, she noticed the swirly black patterns that graced her arm still. Her arm stung with pressure and it seemed impossible to lift.

"Hey, hey... don't try and sit up. I don't know what that is on your arm, but it doesn't look nice." The voice spoke.

Brown hair, blue eyes and a warm smile greeted her. Matthew.

"Hey..." Hermione spoke, her throat dry and her voice scratchy.

"Hey...." Matthew repeated.

Hermione looked down at her hand, Matthew's hand still clutched hers. Warmth spread from her arm and her face blushed red.

"Oh... I'm sorry..." Matthew stuttered, removing his hand with an awkwardness that could only be described as cute.

"No, don't be." Hermione spoke, before grabbing his hand back. She wouldn't admit it, but his presence calmed her.