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I’m having a minor crisis. I totally misplaced my outline. It’s essentially a notebook where each chapter gets a page. When I introduce a new element, the ruby ring for example, I jot it down in a later chapter page to be sure I don’t leave you good people wondering whether or not he ever gave her the ring. Sigh. This is very, very frustrating. So, here is my warning. I am flying blind. I rely on that notebook way too much but seeing as I’m only a few chapters from the end I can hardly abandon the fic now can I?
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Head of the Lion
NC17
Hermione turned in the bed, trying to find Sirius’ warm body, finding instead the small, furry form of Crookshanks. Disappointed, she ran her hand over his orange fur, slowly rousing out of a deep sleep. She was pulled into full wakefulness by the soft puffing sound of hard breaths being taken. She sat up in bed and saw Sirius on the floor doing his morning sit ups. She watched, fascinated as the muscles in his neck, chest and arms strained and bulged as he pressed forward, leaned back and again.
Even in the low lit bedroom she could see the sweat glisten off his hard, strong body. With each glorious flex of his hard abdominal muscles she could feel herself getting wetter. Feeling eyes caressing his body, Sirius looked over to see his young wife gazing lustfully at him. A grin and a wink and then Hermione could no longer resist. Naked, she crawled out of the bed and over to Sirius with a rapacious grin and a mind full of smut.
With him as her willing accomplice she pulled off his boxers, revealing him to her pleasure. She reached out a hand and took hold of her prize, licking her lips in anticipation. Sirius took in a sharp gasp, surprised and pleased by his randy wife. He had come to have a deep appreciation for her second trimester. She had always been a willing partner in his homespun debauchery but her needs of late surpassed his own. He was only too willing to go along with her devious plans.
She slowly stroked his cock to full attention, a symphony of elated moans and groans accompanied her ministrations. She delighted in the feel of him in her hand, baby skin soft and rock hard at the same time. She settled between his legs, pushed closer to him and pressed her belly against his balls.
“Hermione,” he panted, pleased and agonized.
The hairs from his legs and scrotum tickled as she pumped her husband, helpless to stop her and unwilling to try. One hand moved up and down, her thumb caressing the head with each pass, over and over again, the other hand explored his taut, toned torso. Her short nails scratched gently down his chest, reaching up again to pinch his nipple. Sirius jumped and stifled a moan and then begged her for more.
“Faster, baby,” he pleaded, almost pained.
Hermione pressed closer, excited by what she knew was just ahead. She spit down onto her hand and pumped faster, glancing between Sirius’ open expression and the thick meat in her active hand. Sirius’ breaths came faster and faster, calling out her name with urgency.
“Don’t stop, honey, please.”
“Come for me, Sirius,” she commanded gently, seductively.
“Yes, Hermione…oh, god…” Sirius found his release as his passion poured out of him.
Sirius let his head drop to his chest as he recovered his breathing and heart rate. Hermione smiled at him and got up to retrieve her wand. She vanished the mess she had just made as Sirius got unsteadily to his feet. Reaching her, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward him. “Have I mentioned lately just how much I love your pregnancy.” His hands left her hips, gently caressed the swell at her middle and finally made it to her breasts, lightly fingering her nipples. Moaning low in her throat, Hermione tossed her head back and onto his shoulder, kissing his neck. “What do you need, Hermione?” She felt the rumble of his voice through her back.
“I’m so horny,” she admitted miserably. “All the time it seems.”
“Well, we’ll just have to do something about that,” he purred. His deep, smooth voice excited her more, she practically whined, thinking about the satisfaction he was about to deliver. “Lay on the bed for me.”
Hermione turned around in his arms and took a step back, taking hold of his hands as she did. She walked backward, leading him until the back of her legs made contact with the bed. Laying back, she turned her head to the side so she could watch him. He kneeled on the floor before her and pulled her closer, gently spreading her thighs apart with his hands. Using his fingers he tenderly spread her lips and then pressed his face into her pussy. His hot tongue danced around her clit, lightly teasing. Hermione called out to him softly, her fingers lightly stroking his hair. He glanced up to check for her reaction but his eyes were met with her burgeoning belly. Chuckling at himself he went to work with the teasing strokes he knew would have her begging for more.
“Sirius, please…”
He chuckled quietly to himself.
Right on cue, Hermione.
He increased his tongue’s tempo, swirling and twirling around her little bundle of nerves, the key to her pleasure. Gently he inserted a single finger and massaged her gently, still teasing, coaxing. Hermione’s sighing moan encouraged him to insert another finger and swirl his tongue a little faster.
“Yes, oh…yes…Sirius…don’t…don’t stop…oh…”
Sirius inserted yet a third finger and began to pump without mercy. He took her clit gently into his mouth and suckled her. He could feel her silken sheath quiver around his fingers and knew it wouldn’t be long now.
Hermione could feel it approaching, getting closer and closer. The tension in her body was screaming for release. Her whole body gave a little shiver and then the first blistering waves of ecstasy began to flow out from her core. The waves increased in intensity and his name was ripped from her mouth.
“Sirius!”
The pleasure began to subside and in its wake was a pleasant warm feeling that enveloped her and held her close. He slipped his fingers out of her as she reached for him to cuddle her. He joined her on the bed, pulling her back up against his chest, laying soft kisses along her neck and shoulder.
“Thank you,” she whispered, still breathless.
“My pleasure, oh, and thank you, too.”
A contented ‘hmmm’ was all she could manage to get out.
After several long languid moments Sirius gave her hips a little squeeze and sat up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Hermione gave him a sly grin indicating she was up for more.
Sirius sighed. There was nothing more that he would like to do than make love to his wife all day. “I’ve got to go to work.” His opinion on the matter was clear in his tone.
“Oh,” she said, a little dejected.
“Aren’t you and Harry finishing up the nursery today, anyway?” Sirius paused in the bathroom door way before heading off to shower.
“Yeah.” There wasn’t much enthusiasm in her voice. With school over and her charity running like a well oiled machine there wasn’t much activity for Hermione. With nothing to do but grow babies and rest as much as possible, her life had taken a detour into boring. It didn’t help that every time she looked in the mirror she was fatter than ever.
In the beginning she thought there would be nothing better than to be a stay at home mom, raise her children as they ought to be. All her recent free time however was causing her to reconsider that option. She knew that the law which allowed Draco Malfoy to physically abuse her and get away with it was being hotly contested. Sirius never complained but she suspected that were it not for this particular issue, he would be playing a lot of hooky from his job. There was a point in time when she believed the Daughter’s and F.L.E.M would take up every second of her day. In truth, for awhile, it had. The hard part however was over. To make matters worse her committee had banned her from overexerting herself until the babies were born. She came to learn that overexerting meant lifting a single finger to so much as sign an official document.
Sirius stepped out of the bathroom, dry but nude and grinned at the unguarded look of lust on his wife’s face. He waited until she realized he was watching her ogle his hard, lean form and then winked at her. Hermione blushed scarlet, shook her head and left the bedroom, mumbling something about making breakfast.
“Ah, love?” said Sirius, holding back laughter as well as he could.
“What?” she snapped, still embarrassed at having been caught.
“Well, and its totally up to you, but don’t you think you should put some clothes on first?” Sirius got his laughter under control, opting instead for an incredulous chuckle.
Hermione’s face fell. Ever since her second trimester she didn’t think things through clearly enough. The hormones coursing through her body seemed to rob her of her good senses. A miserable sob of frustration escaped her lips and instantly Sirius was at her side, his arms holding her close.
“Now, now…you know what’s going on. I wasn’t making fun of you. I was just picturing Harry’s shock when he found you in the kitchen cooking commando.” He kissed her temple softly, relieved when he felt her laugh along with him.
“I guess that would scar him for life,” she chuckled.
“Hardly,” he countered. “I’ve told you before, every time I look at your beautiful, swollen belly…” He trailed off letting his eyes make his point for him. They raked hotly over her naked form. “It’s nearly enough to keep me home today.” His darkened eyes and husky voice completed the picture of a man on the verge of taking what he wanted. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a long breath. “Unfortunately, today’s debate is a continuation of yesterday’s debate and it all centers around Malfoy’s bleeding loophole.”
“I was so tired yesterday. You never got a chance to tell me what the opposition is saying.” Hermione slowly pulled her house robe on so that she could go make breakfast.
Sirius’ face darkened over briefly. “It’s actually a clever bit of word play. Their contention is that the Ministry of Magic is just that, a body governing the proper and improper use of magic. The witch or wizard who steps outside of the bounds of what is considered legal use of magic is dealt with accordingly. However the ministry is not supposed to concern itself with the daily comings and goings of otherwise law abiding witches and wizards.”
Hermione’s face went red with rage. “Exactly what was I supposed to do? Contact the muggle police?”
“Well, that is exactly where their argument breaks down. Unfortunately there is a faction that finds what happened to you reprehensible but is leery of giving the ministry anymore control over individual lives.” Sirius rubbed his temples in anticipation of the coming headache.
“Well,” spluttered Hermione, “that’s just ridiculous.”
“They aren’t all that vocal…yet. I wish there was a way to simply force this issue to a vote before the original issue becomes completely lost.” He walked over to a dresser and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts and put them on.
“Hmmm…Elladora is coming over to discuss the last meeting’s minutes with me. I’ll see if her subcommittee can’t draw something up that would do just that. Halt discussion and force it to a vote.” Hermione paused and took a quick glance at Sirius. “Speaking of which, I really think attending the last committee meeting could not have possibly fallen into the overexerting category.”
“Hermione…” said Sirius, praying for patience as he pulled his trousers on. “We’ve been over this a million times. You are supposed to rest. I know it seems like a very long time but honestly its really not. Just a few more months and the world is yours to conquer. Really.” He tucked the white button down shirt into his pants.
“Sirius Black, you cannot fathom how bored I am stuck in this house all day!” Hermione’s voice was a near shrieking whine.
“Oh,” he chuckled. “I see. So I have absolutely no way of knowing what it’s like to be cooped up in a house?” Sirius slipped into his stylish, Italian made dragon hide loafers.
Hermione suddenly realized how thoughtless her words were. “I didn’t mean…I mean to say…oh, drat it all, Sirius. I’m sorry.”
“Now, the only things I really want you to steer clear of are anything to do with the Daughter’s or F.L.E.M. You let yourself get all worked up and before you know it you’re fainting from pushing yourself to hard.” He lifted her chin with a finger, ducked his head so he could look at her and smiled. “Now, you are of course free to go shopping if you like. I would greatly prefer if Harry went with you in case you encounter Malfoy or someone of similar intents. Didn’t you say just the other day that you needed to buy a few more things for the babies?” Sirius slipped into his most expensive black robes which he liked to wear when going to work.
“Don’t forget your cologne,” said Hermione absently.
“Oh, right…thanks.” Sirius ducked into the bathroom for a moment.
Hermione wasn’t in any better a mood. She felt like a fat, bloated, caged brood mare. She was looking forward to meeting with Elladora later on that day. She knew Elladora would edit so that Hermione had no possibility of feeling any stress but it would be something, something to look forward to. She let out a tremendous, self pitying sigh. She opened the door to the bedroom, still dressed in her house robe and shuffled her way into the kitchen. She was too absorbed in her own issues that she didn’t smell or see Harry making breakfast. Harry flashed her a winning, friendly smile. She returned with a low grumble that didn’t sound remotely sociable.
“What’s wrong with you this morning?” After seven years of friendship Harry didn’t feel the need to beat around the bush.
Hermione mumbled something that sounded like ‘prisoner.’
Harry laughed good naturedly and then set a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of her. “Eat first, your mood always improves after you eat.” Hermione shot him a death glare.
“Oh, good,” said Sirius as he walked into the room. “You’re feeding her.”
Hermione would have made an angry noise if her mouth hadn’t been full of eggs and toast. She opted to glare at them both, wishing they weren’t being so damned patronizing and just a little more sympathetic. However much to her further annoyance she felt the bulk of her irritation begin to slide off. She finished her breakfast and pushed her plate back.
“I’m still upset at not being able to participate in my life in any meaningful way. I’ve worked really hard to get what I’ve achieved. I understand your concerns but there is one thing you need to understand. I am going to the Daughter’s meeting tonight and you will not stand in my way.” Hermione stood up, hands on the table, leaning over and looking as menacing as she could muster.
In a flash of intuition Sirius realized that keeping her completely away from those things she had worked for would also cause her stress. “I’m sorry, Hermione. Of course, you’re right.” He paused to pick his words carefully. “There is a fine line between pushing yourself, the way that is natural for you, the way that is probably good for you, unless you are say six months pregnant and participating at an observational level to maintain a presence in those activities that are important to you. I hope you understand that it is in my nature to be a bit overprotective where you are concerned.” He gave her an understanding smile.
“Thank you, Sirius.” Just when she thought she had him all figured out, he surprised her.
The grandfather clock in the living room chimed, indicating the top of the hour.
Sirius swore under his breath. “Late again.” He grabbed a piece of toast, kissed his wife’s cheek and headed for the fireplace. He was whisked away in a swirl of green flames.
“So,” said Harry, having just witnessed marital compromise before his very eyes. It was illuminating for him. “What are we to do today?”
“Well, I’ve got some work to do in the nursery. We might go shopping later on, um, oh, Elladora Bode from my F.L.E.M. committee will stop by and then of course, I’ve got the Daughter’s meeting.” Hermione took her plate into the kitchen.
“What time does Madam Bode come over?” Harry finally sat down to his own breakfast.
“Not until three,” replied Hermione.
“Are we shopping in London or Hogsmeade?” asked Harry.
“Hogsmeade, I think,” answered Hermione. “I’ve already been to Diagon Alley a few times.”
“Well, let me eat and shower and I’ll be ready to go.” Harry shoved a piece of toast into his mouth.
“Yeah, I need to shower and dress as well,” said Hermione. “Thirty minutes.”
Harry swallowed what was in his mouth. “That sounds great.”
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Harry looked around in wonder. He had no idea that magical toys came in such a wide variety. He wondered if his parents had bought him a lot of toys. He smiled and shook his head. Of course they did. He looked over at Hermione who was lost in infant wear. Baby clothes, toys and of course more books were the last items on a very long list. Whatever problem she may have spending money on herself was completely cured when it came to spending on the twins.
“Look Harry! Isn’t this adorable?” She held up a powder blue outfit that made Harry cringe inwardly. The male twin had his complete and total sympathy.
“Brilliant,” said Harry, weakly, which went unnoticed by Hermione. She was too enthralled in throwing outfit after outfit into the little cart that followed her around.
“Don’t they grow out of their clothes pretty fast?” asked Harry, privately thinking that she could clothe an army of infants.
“Very fast,” she replied. “That’s why I’m getting a variety of ages. I’m trying to stock up through six months.
“And you don’t think you have enough?” Harry looked pointedly at the intimidating mountain of baby clothes.
“Oh, yes…I see what you mean.” Hermione paused, thoughtful for a moment, considering putting some of it back. She decided against that course of action. Better to be safe than sorry. “Alright, let’s talk toys.”
“So, are you two any closer to picking out names?” Harry picked through a variety of toys but nothing was catching his attention.
“We’re trying,” said Hermione wearily.
“Sirius told me he had suggested Leo, you know, because of his family.” Harry had the tone of someone who was building toward something.
“Right, Leo James Black just didn’t have a ring to it, you know.” Hermione picked up a doll that actually urinated real urine. “Ugh.” She put the wet mess back on the shelf.
“Well,” said Harry carefully. “I had an idea for a name.”
“Oh, yeah?” asked Hermione. “Well, let’s hear it.”
“Well, it’s a star and it’s actually on the constellation Leo.” Harry carefully built his case. He had a good feeling about his name.
“Really? That sounds promising. Sirius will love that.” Hermione stopped in front of an aisle full of crib linens. “Damn! I almost forgot about these.”
“The significance of this star is that it represents the head of the lion.” Harry wasn’t sure if he had her full attention or not. She appeared to be lost in linens.
Hermione came to a full stop. “That’s pretty significant. Tell me the name Harry! Out with it!”
Harry took a deep breath. “Rasalas.”
“Rasalas James Black.” Hermione said the name in full, trying it out. “Harry,” she breathed, meeting his eyes with a wide, pleased smile. “I really, really like it.”
“Rasalas James Black,” said Harry proudly. He knew he had a good feeling about this name. “Do you think Sirius will like it?”
“Actually, I think he’ll love it.” Hermione had a huge smile on her face.
“Wait here,” said Harry. He headed off to a part of the store that had toys for older kids. When he came back he had two toddler sized broomsticks. “You can never start to early!” He was grinning from ear to ear.
Any other day Hermione might have objected but she was fairly certain she had just learned the name of her son and so she was feeling generous. All of a sudden Hermione’s hand flew to her belly, left of center. Without saying a word she grabbed Harry’s hand and placed it against her belly. He wore a puzzled, questioning look at first and then his eyes flew wide.
“He kicked,” whispered Harry.
“Or she,” reminded Hermione. “Sirius has been talking to them every night since they started doing that. He lays his head on my belly and tells them bedtime stories. It’s the most amazing thing because they always quiet right down.” Hermione wasn’t sure if Harry had heard her or not. He now had a hand on either side of her belly and was getting the twins in stereo.
Harry’s eyes slowly rose to meet Hermione’s. His face was awash in wonder and awe. “You’re going to be a mum,” he whispered, as though it had only just occurred to him.
Hermione laughed lightly. “What did you think I was doing all this time Harry?”
“It never seemed real until just now,” he explained.
Hermione smiled and then turned back to the crib sheets, grabbing a few of her favorites and tossing them in. “Well, I think that about covers it for today. What’d you say we head home.”
Harry still appeared to be somewhat dazed and just nodded dumbly.
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Hermione and Harry were in the nursery finding room for all of her purchases. The little dresser was full of clothes the newborns would need while the closet was hung with clothes the twins could grow into. She had covered the crib mattress in her favorite sheets, the ones covered in pink and blue runes. They were trying to organize the mountain of toys when they heard Sirius call from downstairs.
“Up here!” called Hermione.
The sound of large feet tromping up the stairs ended in Sirius standing in the doorway to the nursery. He had a strange look on his face that was equal parts panic and triumph.
“What’s wrong?” whispered Hermione.
“Well, it seems that Malfoy’s success at beating you up and getting away with it is having a ripple effect.” Sirius’ voice was grim.
“What do you mean?” asked Harry darkly.
“Well, since school let out for summer hols there has been a rash of pureblood versus muggleborn violence.” Sirius shifted edgily in the doorway. “The opposition has been trying to keep this under wraps but its out now. This is no longer one isolated incident. There is a pattern.”
“That loathsome, worthless…” Hermione’s face was red with rage. “Oh, how I wish Moody had made the change permanent!”
“I know, sweetheart. Calm down, though. He’s not worth getting too stressed out over.” He stepped close to her and wrapped her up in his arms. “Until we get this sorted I don’t want you leaving home without me. Is that alright?”
“What about the Daughter’s?” she asked, still wrapped securely in his arms.
“Well, naturally you can do that,” he reassured. “So, what have you two been up to this afternoon?”
“We bought enough clothes for ten babies,” said Harry with an impish grin.
“Did not!” said Hermione as she swatted at him. “Oh, oh, oh!” Hermione bounced on the balls of her feet.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at her with a puzzled yet amused look on his face. “Was there something you wanted to tell me?”
Harry chuckled at his best friend who looked like she was about to burst. “Shall I?” he asked her with a laugh in his voice.
She nodded vigorously.
“On the constellation Leo there is a star that represents the head of the lion. The name of that star is…”
“Rasalas,” said Sirius, interrupting Harry. He looked down into his wife’s shining eyes and nodded. “It’s perfect.” He gave her a light squeeze and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Rasalas James Black,” he said in a strong, sure voice.
“Now you just have to figure out her name,” said Harry.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “We’re working on it.”
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” said Sirius cheerfully.
“That will be Elladora,” said Hermione. With a last look at the nursery she turned and left, heading carefully down the stairs.
Elladora Bode greeted Hermione with a huge smile. “Wow! I think you’re bigger than the last time I saw you.”
“Baby,” called Sirius from the entryway.
Hermione gave Elladora a quick smile. “Yes?”
“Harry and I are going to take a ride on the bike.” He gave her a happy, satisfied smile.
“I’ll probably be gone when you get back. I’ve got the Daughter’s tonight.” Hermione knew his smile was all about knowing his son’s name. He nodded to let her know he heard her and then turned to the door. Harry waved to her as he followed Sirius out the door. She turned her attention back to Elladora.
Hermione let Elladora fill her in on what F.L.E.M. had been up to. There had been a recent flood of muggleborns who had been physically abused by purebloods only to find out they had no recourse. The watchdog subcommittee had a file on businesses that were known to discriminate against muggleborns. Elladora’s committee was one step ahead of Hermione and had drafted a ready to implement piece of legislation that would, if passed, force the debate over ‘Malfoy’s law’ to a vote.
“I am so proud of us,” said Hermione, a little emotional. “This is exactly what F.L.E.M. was supposed to be about.
“I spoke with Umbridge today at the ministry,” said Elladora. “L.M.O.M. is ready to send our legislation straight through. She almost guaranteed it would be heard the next time the Wizengamut convenes.”
“So, all I really need to do is hand it to her tonight?” asked Hermione.
“That’s it. Everything else is in place.” Elladora gave Hermione a wink.
The grandfather clock chimed, announcing the top of the hour.
“Well, come on. We’d better get going don’t you think?” Elladora stood and gave Hermione a hand.
Hermione gave Elladora a huge smile. It was awful, the things that were happening but she knew she had a right to feel good that she had created an organization that would both help the victims and change the laws. She waddled confidently to the fireplace and disappeared in a whirl of green flames.
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I’m having a minor crisis. I totally misplaced my outline. It’s essentially a notebook where each chapter gets a page. When I introduce a new element, the ruby ring for example, I jot it down in a later chapter page to be sure I don’t leave you good people wondering whether or not he ever gave her the ring. Sigh. This is very, very frustrating. So, here is my warning. I am flying blind. I rely on that notebook way too much but seeing as I’m only a few chapters from the end I can hardly abandon the fic now can I?
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Head of the Lion
NC17
Hermione turned in the bed, trying to find Sirius’ warm body, finding instead the small, furry form of Crookshanks. Disappointed, she ran her hand over his orange fur, slowly rousing out of a deep sleep. She was pulled into full wakefulness by the soft puffing sound of hard breaths being taken. She sat up in bed and saw Sirius on the floor doing his morning sit ups. She watched, fascinated as the muscles in his neck, chest and arms strained and bulged as he pressed forward, leaned back and again.
Even in the low lit bedroom she could see the sweat glisten off his hard, strong body. With each glorious flex of his hard abdominal muscles she could feel herself getting wetter. Feeling eyes caressing his body, Sirius looked over to see his young wife gazing lustfully at him. A grin and a wink and then Hermione could no longer resist. Naked, she crawled out of the bed and over to Sirius with a rapacious grin and a mind full of smut.
With him as her willing accomplice she pulled off his boxers, revealing him to her pleasure. She reached out a hand and took hold of her prize, licking her lips in anticipation. Sirius took in a sharp gasp, surprised and pleased by his randy wife. He had come to have a deep appreciation for her second trimester. She had always been a willing partner in his homespun debauchery but her needs of late surpassed his own. He was only too willing to go along with her devious plans.
She slowly stroked his cock to full attention, a symphony of elated moans and groans accompanied her ministrations. She delighted in the feel of him in her hand, baby skin soft and rock hard at the same time. She settled between his legs, pushed closer to him and pressed her belly against his balls.
“Hermione,” he panted, pleased and agonized.
The hairs from his legs and scrotum tickled as she pumped her husband, helpless to stop her and unwilling to try. One hand moved up and down, her thumb caressing the head with each pass, over and over again, the other hand explored his taut, toned torso. Her short nails scratched gently down his chest, reaching up again to pinch his nipple. Sirius jumped and stifled a moan and then begged her for more.
“Faster, baby,” he pleaded, almost pained.
Hermione pressed closer, excited by what she knew was just ahead. She spit down onto her hand and pumped faster, glancing between Sirius’ open expression and the thick meat in her active hand. Sirius’ breaths came faster and faster, calling out her name with urgency.
“Don’t stop, honey, please.”
“Come for me, Sirius,” she commanded gently, seductively.
“Yes, Hermione…oh, god…” Sirius found his release as his passion poured out of him.
Sirius let his head drop to his chest as he recovered his breathing and heart rate. Hermione smiled at him and got up to retrieve her wand. She vanished the mess she had just made as Sirius got unsteadily to his feet. Reaching her, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward him. “Have I mentioned lately just how much I love your pregnancy.” His hands left her hips, gently caressed the swell at her middle and finally made it to her breasts, lightly fingering her nipples. Moaning low in her throat, Hermione tossed her head back and onto his shoulder, kissing his neck. “What do you need, Hermione?” She felt the rumble of his voice through her back.
“I’m so horny,” she admitted miserably. “All the time it seems.”
“Well, we’ll just have to do something about that,” he purred. His deep, smooth voice excited her more, she practically whined, thinking about the satisfaction he was about to deliver. “Lay on the bed for me.”
Hermione turned around in his arms and took a step back, taking hold of his hands as she did. She walked backward, leading him until the back of her legs made contact with the bed. Laying back, she turned her head to the side so she could watch him. He kneeled on the floor before her and pulled her closer, gently spreading her thighs apart with his hands. Using his fingers he tenderly spread her lips and then pressed his face into her pussy. His hot tongue danced around her clit, lightly teasing. Hermione called out to him softly, her fingers lightly stroking his hair. He glanced up to check for her reaction but his eyes were met with her burgeoning belly. Chuckling at himself he went to work with the teasing strokes he knew would have her begging for more.
“Sirius, please…”
He chuckled quietly to himself.
Right on cue, Hermione.
He increased his tongue’s tempo, swirling and twirling around her little bundle of nerves, the key to her pleasure. Gently he inserted a single finger and massaged her gently, still teasing, coaxing. Hermione’s sighing moan encouraged him to insert another finger and swirl his tongue a little faster.
“Yes, oh…yes…Sirius…don’t…don’t stop…oh…”
Sirius inserted yet a third finger and began to pump without mercy. He took her clit gently into his mouth and suckled her. He could feel her silken sheath quiver around his fingers and knew it wouldn’t be long now.
Hermione could feel it approaching, getting closer and closer. The tension in her body was screaming for release. Her whole body gave a little shiver and then the first blistering waves of ecstasy began to flow out from her core. The waves increased in intensity and his name was ripped from her mouth.
“Sirius!”
The pleasure began to subside and in its wake was a pleasant warm feeling that enveloped her and held her close. He slipped his fingers out of her as she reached for him to cuddle her. He joined her on the bed, pulling her back up against his chest, laying soft kisses along her neck and shoulder.
“Thank you,” she whispered, still breathless.
“My pleasure, oh, and thank you, too.”
A contented ‘hmmm’ was all she could manage to get out.
After several long languid moments Sirius gave her hips a little squeeze and sat up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Hermione gave him a sly grin indicating she was up for more.
Sirius sighed. There was nothing more that he would like to do than make love to his wife all day. “I’ve got to go to work.” His opinion on the matter was clear in his tone.
“Oh,” she said, a little dejected.
“Aren’t you and Harry finishing up the nursery today, anyway?” Sirius paused in the bathroom door way before heading off to shower.
“Yeah.” There wasn’t much enthusiasm in her voice. With school over and her charity running like a well oiled machine there wasn’t much activity for Hermione. With nothing to do but grow babies and rest as much as possible, her life had taken a detour into boring. It didn’t help that every time she looked in the mirror she was fatter than ever.
In the beginning she thought there would be nothing better than to be a stay at home mom, raise her children as they ought to be. All her recent free time however was causing her to reconsider that option. She knew that the law which allowed Draco Malfoy to physically abuse her and get away with it was being hotly contested. Sirius never complained but she suspected that were it not for this particular issue, he would be playing a lot of hooky from his job. There was a point in time when she believed the Daughter’s and F.L.E.M would take up every second of her day. In truth, for awhile, it had. The hard part however was over. To make matters worse her committee had banned her from overexerting herself until the babies were born. She came to learn that overexerting meant lifting a single finger to so much as sign an official document.
Sirius stepped out of the bathroom, dry but nude and grinned at the unguarded look of lust on his wife’s face. He waited until she realized he was watching her ogle his hard, lean form and then winked at her. Hermione blushed scarlet, shook her head and left the bedroom, mumbling something about making breakfast.
“Ah, love?” said Sirius, holding back laughter as well as he could.
“What?” she snapped, still embarrassed at having been caught.
“Well, and its totally up to you, but don’t you think you should put some clothes on first?” Sirius got his laughter under control, opting instead for an incredulous chuckle.
Hermione’s face fell. Ever since her second trimester she didn’t think things through clearly enough. The hormones coursing through her body seemed to rob her of her good senses. A miserable sob of frustration escaped her lips and instantly Sirius was at her side, his arms holding her close.
“Now, now…you know what’s going on. I wasn’t making fun of you. I was just picturing Harry’s shock when he found you in the kitchen cooking commando.” He kissed her temple softly, relieved when he felt her laugh along with him.
“I guess that would scar him for life,” she chuckled.
“Hardly,” he countered. “I’ve told you before, every time I look at your beautiful, swollen belly…” He trailed off letting his eyes make his point for him. They raked hotly over her naked form. “It’s nearly enough to keep me home today.” His darkened eyes and husky voice completed the picture of a man on the verge of taking what he wanted. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a long breath. “Unfortunately, today’s debate is a continuation of yesterday’s debate and it all centers around Malfoy’s bleeding loophole.”
“I was so tired yesterday. You never got a chance to tell me what the opposition is saying.” Hermione slowly pulled her house robe on so that she could go make breakfast.
Sirius’ face darkened over briefly. “It’s actually a clever bit of word play. Their contention is that the Ministry of Magic is just that, a body governing the proper and improper use of magic. The witch or wizard who steps outside of the bounds of what is considered legal use of magic is dealt with accordingly. However the ministry is not supposed to concern itself with the daily comings and goings of otherwise law abiding witches and wizards.”
Hermione’s face went red with rage. “Exactly what was I supposed to do? Contact the muggle police?”
“Well, that is exactly where their argument breaks down. Unfortunately there is a faction that finds what happened to you reprehensible but is leery of giving the ministry anymore control over individual lives.” Sirius rubbed his temples in anticipation of the coming headache.
“Well,” spluttered Hermione, “that’s just ridiculous.”
“They aren’t all that vocal…yet. I wish there was a way to simply force this issue to a vote before the original issue becomes completely lost.” He walked over to a dresser and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts and put them on.
“Hmmm…Elladora is coming over to discuss the last meeting’s minutes with me. I’ll see if her subcommittee can’t draw something up that would do just that. Halt discussion and force it to a vote.” Hermione paused and took a quick glance at Sirius. “Speaking of which, I really think attending the last committee meeting could not have possibly fallen into the overexerting category.”
“Hermione…” said Sirius, praying for patience as he pulled his trousers on. “We’ve been over this a million times. You are supposed to rest. I know it seems like a very long time but honestly its really not. Just a few more months and the world is yours to conquer. Really.” He tucked the white button down shirt into his pants.
“Sirius Black, you cannot fathom how bored I am stuck in this house all day!” Hermione’s voice was a near shrieking whine.
“Oh,” he chuckled. “I see. So I have absolutely no way of knowing what it’s like to be cooped up in a house?” Sirius slipped into his stylish, Italian made dragon hide loafers.
Hermione suddenly realized how thoughtless her words were. “I didn’t mean…I mean to say…oh, drat it all, Sirius. I’m sorry.”
“Now, the only things I really want you to steer clear of are anything to do with the Daughter’s or F.L.E.M. You let yourself get all worked up and before you know it you’re fainting from pushing yourself to hard.” He lifted her chin with a finger, ducked his head so he could look at her and smiled. “Now, you are of course free to go shopping if you like. I would greatly prefer if Harry went with you in case you encounter Malfoy or someone of similar intents. Didn’t you say just the other day that you needed to buy a few more things for the babies?” Sirius slipped into his most expensive black robes which he liked to wear when going to work.
“Don’t forget your cologne,” said Hermione absently.
“Oh, right…thanks.” Sirius ducked into the bathroom for a moment.
Hermione wasn’t in any better a mood. She felt like a fat, bloated, caged brood mare. She was looking forward to meeting with Elladora later on that day. She knew Elladora would edit so that Hermione had no possibility of feeling any stress but it would be something, something to look forward to. She let out a tremendous, self pitying sigh. She opened the door to the bedroom, still dressed in her house robe and shuffled her way into the kitchen. She was too absorbed in her own issues that she didn’t smell or see Harry making breakfast. Harry flashed her a winning, friendly smile. She returned with a low grumble that didn’t sound remotely sociable.
“What’s wrong with you this morning?” After seven years of friendship Harry didn’t feel the need to beat around the bush.
Hermione mumbled something that sounded like ‘prisoner.’
Harry laughed good naturedly and then set a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of her. “Eat first, your mood always improves after you eat.” Hermione shot him a death glare.
“Oh, good,” said Sirius as he walked into the room. “You’re feeding her.”
Hermione would have made an angry noise if her mouth hadn’t been full of eggs and toast. She opted to glare at them both, wishing they weren’t being so damned patronizing and just a little more sympathetic. However much to her further annoyance she felt the bulk of her irritation begin to slide off. She finished her breakfast and pushed her plate back.
“I’m still upset at not being able to participate in my life in any meaningful way. I’ve worked really hard to get what I’ve achieved. I understand your concerns but there is one thing you need to understand. I am going to the Daughter’s meeting tonight and you will not stand in my way.” Hermione stood up, hands on the table, leaning over and looking as menacing as she could muster.
In a flash of intuition Sirius realized that keeping her completely away from those things she had worked for would also cause her stress. “I’m sorry, Hermione. Of course, you’re right.” He paused to pick his words carefully. “There is a fine line between pushing yourself, the way that is natural for you, the way that is probably good for you, unless you are say six months pregnant and participating at an observational level to maintain a presence in those activities that are important to you. I hope you understand that it is in my nature to be a bit overprotective where you are concerned.” He gave her an understanding smile.
“Thank you, Sirius.” Just when she thought she had him all figured out, he surprised her.
The grandfather clock in the living room chimed, indicating the top of the hour.
Sirius swore under his breath. “Late again.” He grabbed a piece of toast, kissed his wife’s cheek and headed for the fireplace. He was whisked away in a swirl of green flames.
“So,” said Harry, having just witnessed marital compromise before his very eyes. It was illuminating for him. “What are we to do today?”
“Well, I’ve got some work to do in the nursery. We might go shopping later on, um, oh, Elladora Bode from my F.L.E.M. committee will stop by and then of course, I’ve got the Daughter’s meeting.” Hermione took her plate into the kitchen.
“What time does Madam Bode come over?” Harry finally sat down to his own breakfast.
“Not until three,” replied Hermione.
“Are we shopping in London or Hogsmeade?” asked Harry.
“Hogsmeade, I think,” answered Hermione. “I’ve already been to Diagon Alley a few times.”
“Well, let me eat and shower and I’ll be ready to go.” Harry shoved a piece of toast into his mouth.
“Yeah, I need to shower and dress as well,” said Hermione. “Thirty minutes.”
Harry swallowed what was in his mouth. “That sounds great.”
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Harry looked around in wonder. He had no idea that magical toys came in such a wide variety. He wondered if his parents had bought him a lot of toys. He smiled and shook his head. Of course they did. He looked over at Hermione who was lost in infant wear. Baby clothes, toys and of course more books were the last items on a very long list. Whatever problem she may have spending money on herself was completely cured when it came to spending on the twins.
“Look Harry! Isn’t this adorable?” She held up a powder blue outfit that made Harry cringe inwardly. The male twin had his complete and total sympathy.
“Brilliant,” said Harry, weakly, which went unnoticed by Hermione. She was too enthralled in throwing outfit after outfit into the little cart that followed her around.
“Don’t they grow out of their clothes pretty fast?” asked Harry, privately thinking that she could clothe an army of infants.
“Very fast,” she replied. “That’s why I’m getting a variety of ages. I’m trying to stock up through six months.
“And you don’t think you have enough?” Harry looked pointedly at the intimidating mountain of baby clothes.
“Oh, yes…I see what you mean.” Hermione paused, thoughtful for a moment, considering putting some of it back. She decided against that course of action. Better to be safe than sorry. “Alright, let’s talk toys.”
“So, are you two any closer to picking out names?” Harry picked through a variety of toys but nothing was catching his attention.
“We’re trying,” said Hermione wearily.
“Sirius told me he had suggested Leo, you know, because of his family.” Harry had the tone of someone who was building toward something.
“Right, Leo James Black just didn’t have a ring to it, you know.” Hermione picked up a doll that actually urinated real urine. “Ugh.” She put the wet mess back on the shelf.
“Well,” said Harry carefully. “I had an idea for a name.”
“Oh, yeah?” asked Hermione. “Well, let’s hear it.”
“Well, it’s a star and it’s actually on the constellation Leo.” Harry carefully built his case. He had a good feeling about his name.
“Really? That sounds promising. Sirius will love that.” Hermione stopped in front of an aisle full of crib linens. “Damn! I almost forgot about these.”
“The significance of this star is that it represents the head of the lion.” Harry wasn’t sure if he had her full attention or not. She appeared to be lost in linens.
Hermione came to a full stop. “That’s pretty significant. Tell me the name Harry! Out with it!”
Harry took a deep breath. “Rasalas.”
“Rasalas James Black.” Hermione said the name in full, trying it out. “Harry,” she breathed, meeting his eyes with a wide, pleased smile. “I really, really like it.”
“Rasalas James Black,” said Harry proudly. He knew he had a good feeling about this name. “Do you think Sirius will like it?”
“Actually, I think he’ll love it.” Hermione had a huge smile on her face.
“Wait here,” said Harry. He headed off to a part of the store that had toys for older kids. When he came back he had two toddler sized broomsticks. “You can never start to early!” He was grinning from ear to ear.
Any other day Hermione might have objected but she was fairly certain she had just learned the name of her son and so she was feeling generous. All of a sudden Hermione’s hand flew to her belly, left of center. Without saying a word she grabbed Harry’s hand and placed it against her belly. He wore a puzzled, questioning look at first and then his eyes flew wide.
“He kicked,” whispered Harry.
“Or she,” reminded Hermione. “Sirius has been talking to them every night since they started doing that. He lays his head on my belly and tells them bedtime stories. It’s the most amazing thing because they always quiet right down.” Hermione wasn’t sure if Harry had heard her or not. He now had a hand on either side of her belly and was getting the twins in stereo.
Harry’s eyes slowly rose to meet Hermione’s. His face was awash in wonder and awe. “You’re going to be a mum,” he whispered, as though it had only just occurred to him.
Hermione laughed lightly. “What did you think I was doing all this time Harry?”
“It never seemed real until just now,” he explained.
Hermione smiled and then turned back to the crib sheets, grabbing a few of her favorites and tossing them in. “Well, I think that about covers it for today. What’d you say we head home.”
Harry still appeared to be somewhat dazed and just nodded dumbly.
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Hermione and Harry were in the nursery finding room for all of her purchases. The little dresser was full of clothes the newborns would need while the closet was hung with clothes the twins could grow into. She had covered the crib mattress in her favorite sheets, the ones covered in pink and blue runes. They were trying to organize the mountain of toys when they heard Sirius call from downstairs.
“Up here!” called Hermione.
The sound of large feet tromping up the stairs ended in Sirius standing in the doorway to the nursery. He had a strange look on his face that was equal parts panic and triumph.
“What’s wrong?” whispered Hermione.
“Well, it seems that Malfoy’s success at beating you up and getting away with it is having a ripple effect.” Sirius’ voice was grim.
“What do you mean?” asked Harry darkly.
“Well, since school let out for summer hols there has been a rash of pureblood versus muggleborn violence.” Sirius shifted edgily in the doorway. “The opposition has been trying to keep this under wraps but its out now. This is no longer one isolated incident. There is a pattern.”
“That loathsome, worthless…” Hermione’s face was red with rage. “Oh, how I wish Moody had made the change permanent!”
“I know, sweetheart. Calm down, though. He’s not worth getting too stressed out over.” He stepped close to her and wrapped her up in his arms. “Until we get this sorted I don’t want you leaving home without me. Is that alright?”
“What about the Daughter’s?” she asked, still wrapped securely in his arms.
“Well, naturally you can do that,” he reassured. “So, what have you two been up to this afternoon?”
“We bought enough clothes for ten babies,” said Harry with an impish grin.
“Did not!” said Hermione as she swatted at him. “Oh, oh, oh!” Hermione bounced on the balls of her feet.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at her with a puzzled yet amused look on his face. “Was there something you wanted to tell me?”
Harry chuckled at his best friend who looked like she was about to burst. “Shall I?” he asked her with a laugh in his voice.
She nodded vigorously.
“On the constellation Leo there is a star that represents the head of the lion. The name of that star is…”
“Rasalas,” said Sirius, interrupting Harry. He looked down into his wife’s shining eyes and nodded. “It’s perfect.” He gave her a light squeeze and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Rasalas James Black,” he said in a strong, sure voice.
“Now you just have to figure out her name,” said Harry.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “We’re working on it.”
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” said Sirius cheerfully.
“That will be Elladora,” said Hermione. With a last look at the nursery she turned and left, heading carefully down the stairs.
Elladora Bode greeted Hermione with a huge smile. “Wow! I think you’re bigger than the last time I saw you.”
“Baby,” called Sirius from the entryway.
Hermione gave Elladora a quick smile. “Yes?”
“Harry and I are going to take a ride on the bike.” He gave her a happy, satisfied smile.
“I’ll probably be gone when you get back. I’ve got the Daughter’s tonight.” Hermione knew his smile was all about knowing his son’s name. He nodded to let her know he heard her and then turned to the door. Harry waved to her as he followed Sirius out the door. She turned her attention back to Elladora.
Hermione let Elladora fill her in on what F.L.E.M. had been up to. There had been a recent flood of muggleborns who had been physically abused by purebloods only to find out they had no recourse. The watchdog subcommittee had a file on businesses that were known to discriminate against muggleborns. Elladora’s committee was one step ahead of Hermione and had drafted a ready to implement piece of legislation that would, if passed, force the debate over ‘Malfoy’s law’ to a vote.
“I am so proud of us,” said Hermione, a little emotional. “This is exactly what F.L.E.M. was supposed to be about.
“I spoke with Umbridge today at the ministry,” said Elladora. “L.M.O.M. is ready to send our legislation straight through. She almost guaranteed it would be heard the next time the Wizengamut convenes.”
“So, all I really need to do is hand it to her tonight?” asked Hermione.
“That’s it. Everything else is in place.” Elladora gave Hermione a wink.
The grandfather clock chimed, announcing the top of the hour.
“Well, come on. We’d better get going don’t you think?” Elladora stood and gave Hermione a hand.
Hermione gave Elladora a huge smile. It was awful, the things that were happening but she knew she had a right to feel good that she had created an organization that would both help the victims and change the laws. She waddled confidently to the fireplace and disappeared in a whirl of green flames.