Why haven't you come until now," she asked, almost sharply. Alphard's eyes narrowed at her slightly.
"Hermione!" Dorea Potter's voice was shocked. Hermione removed her hand from his and looked at her parents.
"It makes him sad, you know, that they never come. You're all right, but you're James' parents," she said fiercely, with another piercing look at Alphard. He cocked his head at her, curiously.
"He told you he was sad about that?" Alphard asked softly. Hermione tossed her curls arrogantly.
"Of course not," she almost sneered. The day Sirius Black willingly talked about his feelings and exposed himself emotionally would be the day that Hermione dropped out of school and became a slug-a-bed.
"I see," Alphard said quietly, and his gaze flicked to Charlus for a moment.
"Come on, princess, let's get our seats," Charlus said firmly, dragging his daughter to their spots.
For the rest of the game, she could feel Alphard Black's curious gaze slide toward her. She still screamed herself hoarse for Jamie and for Sirius and jumped up and down hugging Lily and Remus when they won the Quidditch Cup. She watched him approach the field and offer his hand to his nephew, who shook it solemnly, but she could see even from her position the joy in Sirius' eyes when he saw his uncle. She ran over to both boys and hugged and kissed them on the cheek because that's what she did after every game, but this time she could feel her parents and Alphard Black watching her, and it made her nervous.
HP/HG/HP
Hermione looked around her dorm room with a sense of fondness. It was time for summer holidays again. She and Lily were still close and they had promised to write to one another. She wasn't sure if Severus would return any of her letters or not, but she hoped that he would. Lily would probably make him. At least, she hoped so.
In the end, Snape wrote to her faithfully every week, and Lily wrote to her as well. The three friends were grower closer and closer as the summer passed even though it was through letters, and Hermione had come to the decision that perhaps James might not be good enough for her Lily. She wasn't sure, she would reserve judgment.