A/N: So! I have a few nosy members in my family who didn't respect my wishes not to read my fics. Thusly, the rating of this story is being increased to M. This means there will be explicit scenes going forward. I'd originally been considering this because I think it's a good way to explore Hermione and Obi's relationship fully, and apparently I should've. I'm sorry if this turns some of you away from this fic.
TLDR: There will be sex scenes in the coming chapters! So if you're related to me: quit reading my shit and let me have my privacy like I asked.
Obi-Wan led Hermione through the halls of the Jedi Temple towards the lifts, doing his best to ignore the outright stares that came from many of the individuals they passed. They stopped a few times to politely greet several Jedi who called out to him by name, but he made sure to skirt around explaining Hermione's presence. The Council would be interrogation enough. He didn't want to add to her stress by encouraging her to speak to knights before they arrived.
He was silently in awe of her as they continued on. She didn't seem to waver despite the many stares sent her way, especially due to her unusual manner of dress to many of the younger residents. He knew better than almost anyone what she was capable of– and yet, he still felt honored to have her at his side. His other half.
It was hard to ignore the sound of Quinlan Vos' voice. He always made sure he was heard, no matter the situation. Sometimes Obi-Wan wondered how his friend had managed to do so well in his training to be a Shadow– and then he remembered how serious Quin could turn in a heartbeat.
Nevertheless, he was now faced with the decision to stop and entertain Quin's boundless questioning, or brush him off to continue to the Council room...
Hermione's hand on his wrist drew his attention. "He could walk with us?" She said softly. "If he's a friend."
Obi-Wan gave her a small smile in thanks and they both turned to wait as the tall and dark Kiffar approached them. "Knight Vos, I wasn't aware you'd returned from your mission," Obi-Wan said as he came to a stop, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
Quinlan raised an unimpressed brow before pointing at him accusingly. "That's how I know you're lying, Kenobi. Since when have you been unaware of anything?" He stilled for a moment before breaking out in a wide grin. "Missed you too, Obi." His eyes flitted to Hermione momentarily before back to Obi-Wan, but his relaxed stance let Quinlan know the situation was casual. "I don't believe I've seen you around the Temple before," he said, "turning his charm levels all the way up. Quinlan Vos, Jedi Knight. And you are?"
"Hermione Granger," she said, and Obi-Wan could hear her fighting back her laughter. "Lovely to meet you."
"Walk with us, Quin?" We're headed for the Council chambers." Obi-Wan gestured with his hand and thanked the Force that Quin took the offer. The trio began walking.
"Just Granger? No title?"
"I have titles," Hermione allowed. "None that you'd recognize though, I'm afraid."
"Not even a hint?" He tried and she grinned. "What?"
"You remind me of someone I know," she brushed off. When Quinlan glanced over at Obi-Wan, Hermione mouthed Fred and George, and Obi-Wan had to try not to smirk.
Quinlan huffed. "Fine, keep your secrets for now."
Obi-Wan did give him a genuine smile this time. "I was planning on introducing you, Nara and Kit after the Council meeting. "We'll explain then."
Quinlan rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Lumping me in with the rest. It's alright, I'll recover." He stopped at the door to the lift and clapped Obi-Wan's shoulder. "I'll see you then." He turned towards Hermione, hand outstretched. "Ms. Granger."
Obi-Wan didn't realize until he saw the glint of metal on Hermione's finger, but by then, it's too late. "Hermione, no– !"
As she grasped Quinlan's hand in goodbye, he heard his friend's tell-tale sharp breath before he went rigid.
Obi-Wan rushed forward to hold them both steady. "Hermione, listen to me." Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, the urgency in his keeping her from drawing her wand. "Quinlan's talent is psychometry. If he touches something, he can trace its history– he can see himself in the most emotionally powerful events it was involved in. You can't let go of him until he's free of the vision or he could get hurt."
"Oh Merlin, Obi-Wan– it's the Black family ring. A thousand years of dark magic–" Hermione's grip tightened on Quinlan's hand in fear.
"Use your patronus, please," he begged. "Get Qui-Gon."
She drew her wand in a flash and with a cry of the familiar spell, her otter was floating in front of them. With a flick of her wand, the animal drifted curiously over to Obi-Wan. "Speak," she implored him.
"Quinlan Vos trapped in vision from Hermione's ring. Council chamber lift, 80th level. Hurry."
He watched with a budding feeling of hope in his chest as the little otter nodded before swimming off down the hall at a fast pace before turning upward and heading through the ceiling.
"So much for waiting to show the Council first?" Hermione tried to joke, though Obi-Wan could see how stressed she was.
"The Force works in mysterious ways," he replied, trying to sound just as lightly.
They were silent for a moment before she finally asked what he knew she'd been holding back. "How bad is it?"
Obi-Wan ran a hand through his short hair, wishing not for the first time that it was long enough to provide a distraction. "It depends on the history of what he touches. Psychometry is used mainly by members of the Order to track and detect… lost individuals."
He knew she'd dig into his hesitance. "Lost or murdered?"
"Both." He grimaced and looked down at her ring. "I know about Sirius and Draco's aunts," he began haltingly. "How involved were other Heads of House Black who wore that ring?"
"I can only imagine," Hermione said lowly. "I know Sirius' mother was worse than his father with punishments, but I'm not sure about further back. Although, the Black family didn't gain fame for the use of dark magic for no reason."
"I see," he murmured.
"No," Hermione's gaze flickered onto him. "You didn't don't."
Their time was up though, as Quinlan snapped out of it and stumbled back, immediately fumbling for and igniting his lightsaber just as Obi-Wan shifted to stand in front of Hermione with his saber at the ready. In the same moment, she'd drawn her wand in response to his defense. Obi-Wan noticed that the yellow of Quinlan's was flickering into a slightly deeper shade every few seconds, like a heartbeat.
"What are you?" Quinlan snarled. "The things– the things they've done wearing that ring–"
"I'm a witch," Hermione said relatively calmly, despite the heavy footsteps headed their way. "My name is Hermione Granger Black, I disown the dark actions of my ancestors, and I aim to return the Black family to the light."
Obi-Wan wasn't sure what it was about her words, but it was as if the air thickened around them under their weight before the pressure snapped and cleared, leaving his mind feeling clearer. He could see a similar effect on Quinlan, who appeared less tense despite his saber still being held defensively in front of him. Still, he couldn't be too certain that his friend wouldn't attack, so Obi-Wan shifts even more in front of Hermione. Just in case.
He knew his soulmate could protect herself, but he didn't want her to have to fight against one of his closest friends.
His attention shifted as the lift doors slid open. Qui-Gon exited the lift and skidded to a halt, a pair of Jedi right behind him and his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him. Obi-Wan would be the first to admit that Qui-Gon was one of the better Jedi masters on hand to help de-arm the situation– his grasp on Force suggestions would be essential for calming Quinlan, who was still clearly feeling the effects of his vision.
"Padawan, explain," Qui-Gon firmly ordered as he cautiously neared the trio, as if they were a ticking bomb ready to go off.
"Hermione and Quinlan shook hands," Obi-Wan said, getting straight to the point. "I didn't notice she had the Head of House Black ring on until it was too late."
The Black family has a history of using dark magic," Hermione lowly added. "Many members were particularly known for using many horrible curses and spells even after they were outlawed."
"They were torturing a girl and a boy," Quinlan spoke up with a shaky voice. "For being… 'blood traitors.' Do you know why? Do you know what they said?!" His anger turned back towards Hermione, and Obi-Wan would've shifted back in front of her if it hadn't been for her hand on his shoulder.
Hermione's smile was dark. "I can guess. They were deemed traitors for not wanting to join a supremacist group aimed to eradicate magic users like me, who come from non-magical parents. Obi-Wan can tell you… I know very well what they're like."
"There was a war," Obi-Wan explained bluntly. "It only ended months ago in Hermione's country. She was one of the leaders of the opposition."
Obi-Wan could see Quinlan thinking furiously, clearly trying to cope with everything he'd just seen and experienced all at once. However, he was usurped by the musings of one of the Jedi who'd arrived with Qui-Gon. "A war involving Force users? How come the order never heard of such news?"
Obi-Wan finally turned his attention on the other two Jedi behind his master and had to keep his face from betraying the true surprise he felt. "Master Koth, Master Gallia. We're… unsure if Hermione is a Force user," he settled on saying, finally coming to realize that they were in an open hall with several other Jedi watching on in curiosity. "We were planning on explaining in more detail with the full Council."
"We'll save you from having to repeat yourselves, then," Master Gallia said with a slight smirk despite the guarded look in her eyes. "The rest of the Council is waiting just upstairs, if you're comfortable joining us."
"Yes, please," Hermione replied for them. "We'll come with you. Although…" She trailed off for a moment as she surveyed Quinlan's shaking form. "Is it alright if Knight Vos joins us? If it's allowed. I think he is owed an explanation, too."
Obi-Wan felt his chest warm and tighten at her suggestion, a feeling that only grew stronger as the masters gave their consent and guided them all towards the lift. He paused for a moment and ducked his head towards Hermione. "Thank you, but why?"
She gave him a small smile. "He's your friend, Obi."
He didn't care that the others were watching as he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before leading the way over to join the others.