Summary: College student Hermione Granger finds herself back in time... without a time turner...Harry Potter/The Patriot crossover
Characters/Pairings: Hermione Granger / Colonel William Tavington
Genre: Love, Angst
Word Count: 2000 (total for this post)
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Hermione peeked out her window watching the preparations below. In a few short moments time, she would descend the stairs and be married. Married! Hermione smiled to herself, as she ran nervous hands over the intricate design on the bodice of her dress. Hermione had never considered marriage before, in her world; she was far too young to give the notion much thought, but here… Hermione shook her head. There was no point in trying to lie to herself. It wasn't that the times were different; it was that she was different. She had never given marriage a thought before, because she hadn't had him before. He was the reason she was standing here now, in a long white gown, with flowers braided into her hair. He was the reason it felt as though she had a field of butterflies in her stomach, the reason the clock ticked more slowly.
Hermione risked another glance outside. The minister was there now, standing at the front, under an archway of roses. She could see several soldiers lined up in wait for the ceremony to start along with several other people she wasn't she sure she would know, even if she wasn't watching them from a distance. Her heart hitched as she saw him – looking as handsome in ever in his Dragoons uniform, hair slicked back in its usual tail, walking to stand with the clergyman.
At the knock on the door, Hermione jumped. She hurried over to open it, smiling when she saw the face of Lord General Cornwallis standing before her; he too, dressed in his best dress uniform.
"Are you ready Miss Granger?" he asked with a fatherly smile as he extended his arm to her.
"Yes my Lord" she said with a small curtsey as she took his offered arm, and allowed him to lead her away from her room, and down the stairs that lead to the front door.
"I feel like I am getting a daughter today" he said giving her hand a squeeze. Hermione blushed; she hadn't realized he felt that way about his men.
"Thank you sir" she whispered, not trusting herself to speak louder for fear her voice would break with the emotion she felt.
Hermione walked slowly on the arm of the Lord General as they came to the aisle. She saw then the smiling faces of the men she had come to think of as friends, and some women she had seen coming in and out regularly. Her eyes swept the crowd only for a moment as they searched for the one face she most wanted to see. Hermione smiled dazzlingly as her eyes found his, and suddenly, the aisle seemed to have grown another ten feet. Hermione was impatient as they marched in time with the soft music someone was playing behind the crowd of onlookers. Finally, they reached the minister, and with a slight bow, William reached his hand out for hers. General Cornwallis gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and with a light brush of his lips across her cheek, placed her hand in William's.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here
in the sight of God to join this man
and this woman in holy matrimony...
Hermione's heart raced as she and William recited the simple vows that they had written for each other. He promising to always stand beside her, protect her from harm and cherish her for all his life, and she promising to love him through all the sands of time. The ceremony was brief, and with an exchange of rings, and a kiss that nearly knocked her off her feet, Hermione and William were pronounced husband and wife. Hermione looked into his eyes, and felt like her world, which had been on such shaky ground for so long, had finally become right. She had everything she never knew she was looking for.
"Are you enjoying yourself ?" William's eyes twinkled as they spun gracefully across the makeshift dance floor. "Immensely" Hermione said smiling at her husband before she rose to her toes and pressed her lips to his. "You don't know how long I've waited for this moment" she whispered laughing as William swept her feet from under her, and carried her in his arms off the dance floor and upstairs to their bedroom.
"My love?" Tavington's voice stirred Hermione from her thoughts, "Yes my Lord?" she asked setting her quill down, and closing the leather bound diary he had brought to her not long after they met.
"I have something for you" he said, a slight smile playing about his lips.
"Oh?" Hermione asked puzzled, as she rose and crossed the room to take his hand. "Well?" she asked curiously "Where is it?"
William laughed, and pressed his lips to hers, "You have to come with me if you want it" he said taking her hand and pulling her gently towards the door.
Hermione said nothing as William led her down the stairs, and out to the lawns where his horse was waiting. Grabbing her around the waist, William lifted her up so she could swing around onto the saddle. Climbing up behind her, William lifted the reigns, and his horse responded immediately, setting off at a trot past the barns and through the back pasture. Hermione settled back into his chest, and sighed, contented in the feel of him against her, curious as to where they could be going and why.
"It became apparent" William began as they neared the clearing where Hermione had fallen those months before, "That now that you are my wife, we should not be living with the rest of the men. And so, I had a home built for us. Its not much now, but it will hold us until the war is over"
"A house?" Hermione repeated barely able to contain her excitement he led the horse down another path, one that Hermione had never been on before. Up ahead, she could see another clearing, and her heart began to race in anticipation. As they broke through the tree line into the second clearing, Hermione let out a squeal of delight. "Oh William!" she said happily, "It's perfect!"
William quickly dismounted, pulling Hermione down with him, bringing her to him so that he could brush his lips across hers before taking her hand and leading her up the stairs towards the house.
Hermione bounced happily alongside her husband as they neared the house, unable to contain her excitement. As they reached the door, William looked at her and with a smile, swept her off her feet and carried her through the door, pausing long enough to press his lips to hers in a passion filled kiss before setting her gently on her feet.
Hermione wandered through the house, unable to believe it was really happening. First, she marries the man that had captured her heart, and now he had given her a home in which they could live until…. Hermione stopped short as the realization hit her that they would only have this home to share for another few weeks. Tears sprung to her eyes before she could stop them, and it took only a moment for William to gather her in his arms, one of his hands moving to stroke her hair in comfort.
"What is it love?" he whispered, tilting her head up so that she was forced to look at him.
Hermione shook her head, she couldn't tell him that their time together was almost over; she couldn't spoil his gift with her knowledge. She had to find a way to save him, a way to change history. Instead of telling him what she knew, Hermione just shook her head, "Nothing is wrong William, I'm happy…."
William smiled, squeezing her tightly to him again, before he held her at arms length, the expression on his face clearly showing his excitement. "Come love, let me show you the upstairs"
Hermione took his hand, and allowed him to lead her through the house, and up the staircase. She willed the tears back, wiping her eyes with her free hand. William opened the first door, and Hermione gasped. It was obviously the bedroom, ornately decorated with one of her favorite paintings from the main house. Hermione wandered over to the four poster bed, and ran a hand down one of the posts, before she turned to her husband, a curious expression on her face.
"What is the other room?" she asked quietly.
"It's an empty room" William replied quickly, a faint red tinge appearing across his cheeks.
"An empty room?" Hermione repeated, her brow furrowing, "But why would they give us an…. Oh" Hermione's face lit up as she realized why they would have added a spare bedroom to the home, "It's a nursery" she said, her voice turning soft.
When William said nothing, only nodded his head once, Hermione's face fell, "Do you not desire a child William?" she asked, crossing the room to stand before him, her eyes searching his.
"Its not that love" William said quickly, reaching out to touch her face with the back of his hand. "There is nothing I desire more than a child with you Hermione" he said softly, "However, I hope we are long done with this war before that time comes"
Hermione blushed, and stepped closer to her husband, resting her head against his chest, her heart beat accelerating as his hand dropped down to rest against her stomach. "One day" he said softly, "My hand will rest here to feel our child moving within you".
Hermione smiled as she raised her head, rising up on her toes to capture his mouth with hers. "That day will come when the time is right" she whispered taking his hand in hers and pulling him gently towards the bed.
"Don't" Hermione moaned, thrashing wildly in the bed. "Don't burn the church, William, please, don't burn the church"
"Hermione? Hermione love, wake up!"
Hermione's eyes opened with a pop, her breathing ragged, as she tried to take in her surroundings. It was dark, with only the barest hint of light coming in from the moon. She was in bed, her husband's arms around her as he tried to bring her back from the dream in which she had been trapped. Hermione's breath came out in gasps as she came down from the nightmare, clutching at William's chest and burying her face into him.
"Just a dream" she said with tears in her eyes. "It was just a dream…."
"A dream?" William repeated, running his hands over her hair, "About burning a church?"
Hermione looked up and into the worried face of her husband. She couldn't tell him the truth, not yet, not this way, so she only nodded.
"I dreamed that you set fire to a church…. With the people…. The people locked inside. You wouldn't do that would you William?" she asked, her heart already knowing the answer.
"Of course not love" William replied quickly, giving her a gentle squeeze. "I am a man of honor"
Hermione nodded, and closed her eyes, not trusting herself to speak farther on the matter. She was well aware of what the history books said about her new husband. They called him "The Butcher". She knew all about his cruel deeds, from killing wounded soldiers and burning houses, to setting fire to a church full of people shortly before being wounded in one battle, and killed in another not long after. She knew it was going to happen, but she had no idea how to prevent it.
Hermione closed her eyes, tilting her head up and finding her husband's mouth with hers. She needed his comfort now, his touch, more than she could stand. How could she not when she knew they had so little time left to one another?
Later, William lay in bed; Hermione curled up, her head on his chest, her hand over his heart, thinking about what she had told him of her dream. Idly, he played with a lock of her hair as he considered his thus failed attempts at locating Benjamin Martin's whereabouts.
'Burn the church' Tavington thought with a cruel, calculating smile. His wife had just given him a remarkable idea….