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Relax
NC17
It was the first week in November, one week since the last of the muggleborn witches had taken flight. There was something sad and subdued about the castle over the last week. The lost presence of so many friends was felt by everyone. The only house that seemed unperturbed was Slytherin. The tension between themselves and the other three houses was at a pitch like never before.
As the week wore on the teachers were having a harder and harder time keeping control of their students, hexing between classes was at an all time high. Even the normally docile Hufflepuffs had been getting in on the action.
During this time of intensity Hermione was caught alone in a corridor with Draco once again. She had figured him out by this time, he was so eager to hurt her he used his mouth before he used his wand. She faced off with him, her wand ready.
“You’re not as safe from Azkaban as you’d like to think.” Draco looked at her like she was trash, his lip curled in a sneer.
Hermione rolled her eyes, he was all talk, she was past being intimidated by him. She flicked her wand and silenced him and then for good measure made him do his chicken act again. She sauntered off to class without a care making it to Transfiguration early.
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Gryffindor had lost four of their older sixth year girls, two had birthdays in late September, the other two had birthdays in October. There was an outrage in the common room that generally made studying impossible. Harry, Ron and Ginny had taken to spending most of their time in Hermione’s private dorm. Ron finally made a full apology to Hermione and tensions between the two were ramping down.
Additionally Fred and George had pulled through for Ginny. A delivery of sweets was sent to the Slytherin table, the little candies were individually wrapped in green and silver. They greedily ate the confections without any thought because their table took frequent deliveries from home. An hour later every Slytherin sported garish hairdos in gold and red. No amount of magic seemed capable of reversing the affect of the sweets. The colors slowly wore off as the week trudged on.
Hermione had a hard time getting back into the swing of things. She had shared several days with Sirius and her head was quite full of him. In a moment of rash impulsivity he had taken her on the kitchen table. Even as it was happening she couldn’t believe herself but loved the sheer naughtiness in it. It was a huge turn on, the need to finish quickly before Molly walked in and caught them. It was almost too much for her but she let herself get swept up.
Molly had walked in only moments afterward, almost catching them partially disrobed. The smell of sex hung thick in the air, Molly was no fool and told them exactly what she thought about such shenanigans. She wished Sirius didn’t choose to use the entire house as his private bordello. Her face belied her anger, she hadn’t been able to keep the sly smirk off her face. Hermione swore she heard a chuckle as she and Sirius fled.
“Hermione. Hermione!” Ginny snapped her fingers in front of Hermione’s face. Hermione looked up, quite startled.
“What?” She demanded, her face red at having been caught in another daydream about Sirius. Her week had gone by at an aching snails pace. She had become aggressively irritable starting around Wednesday.
All three of her friends snickered at her, even Ron saw the humor in the situation. They gave each other knowing glances, when Hermione woke up tomorrow she would be more herself again. It was Friday and Sirius would be making his appearance in about an hour.
“I was trying to ask you about the color change charm, I keep getting more of a rainbow when what I really want is pink.” Ginny was pointing to something in her book, her pygmy puffskien looked like a miniature multicolored clown wig.
Hermione shook her head to clear it and adopted her know-it-all attitude while demonstrating the proper way to do the charm.
They continued to study, Ron was whining quite a bit. He had fallen behind without Hermione to push him to study. Hermione felt vindicated that he was still suffering from his ill treatment of her. There was a knock at the door and instantly Harry, Ron and Ginny started to pack up.
Sirius entered and smiled at the little quartet, his eyes found hers, they silently communicated their mutual need.
“See you tomorrow Sirius,” said Harry as he left.
“Bye Sirius,” chortled Ginny.
Ron stopped in front of Sirius and smiled a silently apology. Sirius nodded his head and closed the door behind him. He cast a locking charm on the door and turned to Hermione. They couldn’t get to each other fast enough. Their bodies collided in a desperate attempt at getting their clothes off each other.
“Need you,” he said huskily.
Hermione answered him with a moan as his fingers found a nipple. They attempted to make it to the bedroom but only got as far as one of the chairs. Sirius bent her over it with a grunt as he roughly pushed into her. She moaned his name as he pistoned in and out of her.
He hadn’t taken her like this before, his little experience with her and a kitchen table told him she was ready for this. Hermione was reaching her peak fast, this was gritty and hard. The fact that it felt a little wrong made it deliciously right. Sirius lay over her back and whispered in her ear, he told her how good she felt, how sexy she was and how close he was getting.
With every rough push he slammed her clit into the overstuffed arm of the chair. “Sirius, I’m…I’m…” Before she could finish what she was trying to say her world shattered into a million heated pieces. Sirius was pulled over with her, he let a loud groan and her name as he came.
They collapsed into the chair together laughing at themselves, each wondering when it had gotten like this for them. Hermione curled up on Sirius and listened as his heartbeat slowed to a more regular pace. She thought about her conversation with Mrs. Weasley and considered what she could say. They curled around each other like cats for several long moments before Hermione spoke.
“I can’t imagine how hard this must have been on you in the beginning.” She raised her head to look at him, conveying her sincerity.
His hand played absentmindedly with a breast while he thought about what she was saying. “I was mostly worried about you.”
“Still, I must have seemed a child to you. That had to be difficult.” She kissed his neck tenderly.
Sirius shook his head, stroking his other hand down her back. “I knew you weren’t a child. We had just never dealt with each other as adults.”
“So this was a walk in the park for you?” She looked at him with a bit of scrutiny.
“No. That it was not. It’s good now, though. Don’t you think?” He had gotten past his issues and was prepared to leave them there.
She snuggled into him. “It’s really true what you said.”
“What’s that?” He kissed the top of her head and lightly pinched a nipple making her jump a little. He was beginning to think about round two.
“You said that sex changes the nature of relationships. We were friends before, I always held you in high esteem but now…now it’s totally different.” She lazily traced a finger along one of the tattoos decorating his chest.
“I knew it! Now that you’ve had your way with me, you’ve lost all respect for me!” He teased her lightly and flashed a roguish wink.
“What? I…oh…” She giggled at his joke and jumped when he tickled her. “Stop that!”
“Never!” He grabbed her arm as she leaped out of his lap. He pulled her back so that she was straddling him. He laved a nipple and got her to mew for his trouble.
Hermione felt his growing hardness and gave in letting him kiss and touch as he pleased. He lifted her up and pulled her down on him. He gave her less control this time. Gripping her firm round bottom he pumped his pelvis into hers, pulling her down onto him as he pushed up.
“Touch your breast for me.” She looked surprised by his command but did as he asked. “Good, now pinch your nipple, that’s it.” His commanding voice excited her as did the way he was now watching her every move.
“God, you are one sexy woman.” Hermione blushed at his words but was pleased all the same.
“Touch yourself.” She looked momentarily confused, she was touching herself.
“Take your other hand…” He paused to let out a moan. “ And stroke your clit. I want to watch you…” Another moan escaped his lips. “I want to watch you play with yourself while I fuck you.”
Hermione struggled with herself for a moment. She had only just started doing this to herself, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to do it as an act.
“Come on, let me watch you pleasure yourself.” Hermione let a shy hand drop between her legs, she watched as Sirius eyes ate her naughty act with greed. “That feels good doesn’t it?” He purred his encouragement to her.
Sirius began pumping faster, pulling her down harder making her breasts bounce along to his rhythm. He watched her, one hand tending to a breast, the other teasing her sensitive nub. Hermione felt that sweet tension begin to build in her once again and she quickly lost her bashfulness and stroked herself in earnest.
“Come for me.” He was on the edge and knew she would pull him along with her.
Hermione felt the torturous ball of tension at her core explode, heat played across her skin as she called out his name. Sirius followed seconds behind her, together they let their bodies go slack in the chair. In the quiet afterward she marveled that her body obeyed his words.
They held each other, calming down, their heart rate and breathing slowing to normal. Sirius recalled her attention to their earlier conversation, before they became so distracted with each other. He sensed she needed to address the changes between them. “Does it bother you, the differences between before and now?”
Hermione thought about his question, lately nothing seemed to bother her about their situation. “No. Does it bother you?”
“We’ve settled into this nicely I think. There are about a million ways this could have gone wrong. As it is, I think I like it.”
“Have you thought about what happens after?” Sirius detected a note of uncertainty, something about the question bothered her.
“After what?” He tilted her chin to look up at him.
Hermione pulled her head away, she snuggled herself into his chest. She wished she hadn’t asked the question but the cat was out of the bag now. She sighed and decided to bite the bullet. “After they get this law repealed.”
“That’s a big unknown, Hermione. We’ll worry about that when we get there.” Sirius stroked his hands down her back and kissed her forehead. He had given a great deal of thought to that question but didn’t want to upset the delicate balance they had achieved. “Let’s get to bed, I think we’ve earned a good sleep.”
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Severus Snape cleared his throat and stood in front of the Order to give his report. He took a swift glance at Sirius before speaking. “Lucius Malfoy is unrelenting in his desire to exact revenge against Sirius. He is still rather stung by Sirius’ performance.” He said the last bit with a bite of repugnance. In his opinion Sirius had done it for show without thought for the consequences. “The Dark Lord…”
Sirius coughed as usually did when Snape said those three words. It always sounded like a sloppy word kiss to his ears.
Snape paused to glare at Sirius before continuing on, “The Dark Lord grows weary of Lucius’ continual requests on the matter. It is only a matter of time before he lets Lucius do as he pleases to simply quiet him down. Additionally Lucius has convinced the Dark Lord…”
Another cough from Sirius who had an innocent look plastered on his face. Seeing the looks being shot at him from around the room, he smiled and said, “Something in my throat, sorry.”
Remus rolled his eyes at his friend’s childishness after all this time.
Snape picked up where he left off. “Has convinced the Dark Lord…” Snape paused to glare at Sirius. “That Miss Granger…”
“That’s Mrs. Black,” growled Sirius.
“Do excuse me,” said Snape silkily. “Mrs. Black is flaunting her defiance of him because she is Mr. Potter’s best friend.”
Dumbledore cleared his throat. “Just what does Voldemort…” The room was filled with the sound of breaths being taken in sharply. Dumbledore paused to let the distracting noise pass. “Plan to do about it?”
“He is considering a number of options but it should be known to the Order that her success in this matter has not gone unnoticed. I fear she may be in some danger in the very near future and that precautions should be taken.”
“Such as?” Sirius raised an eyebrow at Snape.
“Pull her out of school and hide her here until the danger has passed.” Snape had a satisfied look on his face. He simply loved it when Sirius was cooped up in this house, he would be delighted to see it happen again. “I recommend that Sirius tuck himself away as well.”
Sirius laughed out loud, “Oh, you would just love that wouldn’t you.”
Snape sneered at Sirius, pleased to have gotten under his skin.
Dumbledore cleared his throat once again. “I believe Mrs. Black will be safe enough when she is at Hogwarts or even in the village of Hogsmeade. There is no need to hide her away here.” He turned to address Sirius personally. “I will trust your judgment in this matter. I don’t believe there is any reason for you to confine yourself here or at the castle…”
Sirius interrupted, “Excuse me, at the castle?”
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at Sirius. “Yes, your wife does have a private residence there, does she not?”
Sirius cocked his head at Dumbledore. “Yes, but she’s a student.”
Dumbledore smiled at Sirius. “Why, yes she is.”
“Oh, you must be joking. You can’t be sincere in your position on this.” Snape looked positively outraged.
“Severus this is no different than when we have faculty members who are married. They had to focus on their work at the school and make time for their family. Mrs. Black would simply have to do the same. She is Head Girl, I think we can expect a certain amount of responsibility and tact out of her.”
Sirius touched his finger to his forehead and then gestured with it. “Why didn’t you say something about this before?”
Dumbledore looked at Sirius in surprise. “I didn’t realize I needed to.”
“This is outrageous…” Snape’s rant was cut off by Dumbledore.
“I will not stand between a man and his wife, Severus.” Dumbledore’s tone was friendly but it was clear he was finished discussing the matter.
Sirius grinned at Snape.
Let’s see how the slimy git likes having the enemy in his home whenever he feels like it.
Snape sat down dumbly, dazed by what had just transpired. Sirius at school, all the time…
How could this have happened?
Relax
NC17
It was the first week in November, one week since the last of the muggleborn witches had taken flight. There was something sad and subdued about the castle over the last week. The lost presence of so many friends was felt by everyone. The only house that seemed unperturbed was Slytherin. The tension between themselves and the other three houses was at a pitch like never before.
As the week wore on the teachers were having a harder and harder time keeping control of their students, hexing between classes was at an all time high. Even the normally docile Hufflepuffs had been getting in on the action.
During this time of intensity Hermione was caught alone in a corridor with Draco once again. She had figured him out by this time, he was so eager to hurt her he used his mouth before he used his wand. She faced off with him, her wand ready.
“You’re not as safe from Azkaban as you’d like to think.” Draco looked at her like she was trash, his lip curled in a sneer.
Hermione rolled her eyes, he was all talk, she was past being intimidated by him. She flicked her wand and silenced him and then for good measure made him do his chicken act again. She sauntered off to class without a care making it to Transfiguration early.
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Gryffindor had lost four of their older sixth year girls, two had birthdays in late September, the other two had birthdays in October. There was an outrage in the common room that generally made studying impossible. Harry, Ron and Ginny had taken to spending most of their time in Hermione’s private dorm. Ron finally made a full apology to Hermione and tensions between the two were ramping down.
Additionally Fred and George had pulled through for Ginny. A delivery of sweets was sent to the Slytherin table, the little candies were individually wrapped in green and silver. They greedily ate the confections without any thought because their table took frequent deliveries from home. An hour later every Slytherin sported garish hairdos in gold and red. No amount of magic seemed capable of reversing the affect of the sweets. The colors slowly wore off as the week trudged on.
Hermione had a hard time getting back into the swing of things. She had shared several days with Sirius and her head was quite full of him. In a moment of rash impulsivity he had taken her on the kitchen table. Even as it was happening she couldn’t believe herself but loved the sheer naughtiness in it. It was a huge turn on, the need to finish quickly before Molly walked in and caught them. It was almost too much for her but she let herself get swept up.
Molly had walked in only moments afterward, almost catching them partially disrobed. The smell of sex hung thick in the air, Molly was no fool and told them exactly what she thought about such shenanigans. She wished Sirius didn’t choose to use the entire house as his private bordello. Her face belied her anger, she hadn’t been able to keep the sly smirk off her face. Hermione swore she heard a chuckle as she and Sirius fled.
“Hermione. Hermione!” Ginny snapped her fingers in front of Hermione’s face. Hermione looked up, quite startled.
“What?” She demanded, her face red at having been caught in another daydream about Sirius. Her week had gone by at an aching snails pace. She had become aggressively irritable starting around Wednesday.
All three of her friends snickered at her, even Ron saw the humor in the situation. They gave each other knowing glances, when Hermione woke up tomorrow she would be more herself again. It was Friday and Sirius would be making his appearance in about an hour.
“I was trying to ask you about the color change charm, I keep getting more of a rainbow when what I really want is pink.” Ginny was pointing to something in her book, her pygmy puffskien looked like a miniature multicolored clown wig.
Hermione shook her head to clear it and adopted her know-it-all attitude while demonstrating the proper way to do the charm.
They continued to study, Ron was whining quite a bit. He had fallen behind without Hermione to push him to study. Hermione felt vindicated that he was still suffering from his ill treatment of her. There was a knock at the door and instantly Harry, Ron and Ginny started to pack up.
Sirius entered and smiled at the little quartet, his eyes found hers, they silently communicated their mutual need.
“See you tomorrow Sirius,” said Harry as he left.
“Bye Sirius,” chortled Ginny.
Ron stopped in front of Sirius and smiled a silently apology. Sirius nodded his head and closed the door behind him. He cast a locking charm on the door and turned to Hermione. They couldn’t get to each other fast enough. Their bodies collided in a desperate attempt at getting their clothes off each other.
“Need you,” he said huskily.
Hermione answered him with a moan as his fingers found a nipple. They attempted to make it to the bedroom but only got as far as one of the chairs. Sirius bent her over it with a grunt as he roughly pushed into her. She moaned his name as he pistoned in and out of her.
He hadn’t taken her like this before, his little experience with her and a kitchen table told him she was ready for this. Hermione was reaching her peak fast, this was gritty and hard. The fact that it felt a little wrong made it deliciously right. Sirius lay over her back and whispered in her ear, he told her how good she felt, how sexy she was and how close he was getting.
With every rough push he slammed her clit into the overstuffed arm of the chair. “Sirius, I’m…I’m…” Before she could finish what she was trying to say her world shattered into a million heated pieces. Sirius was pulled over with her, he let a loud groan and her name as he came.
They collapsed into the chair together laughing at themselves, each wondering when it had gotten like this for them. Hermione curled up on Sirius and listened as his heartbeat slowed to a more regular pace. She thought about her conversation with Mrs. Weasley and considered what she could say. They curled around each other like cats for several long moments before Hermione spoke.
“I can’t imagine how hard this must have been on you in the beginning.” She raised her head to look at him, conveying her sincerity.
His hand played absentmindedly with a breast while he thought about what she was saying. “I was mostly worried about you.”
“Still, I must have seemed a child to you. That had to be difficult.” She kissed his neck tenderly.
Sirius shook his head, stroking his other hand down her back. “I knew you weren’t a child. We had just never dealt with each other as adults.”
“So this was a walk in the park for you?” She looked at him with a bit of scrutiny.
“No. That it was not. It’s good now, though. Don’t you think?” He had gotten past his issues and was prepared to leave them there.
She snuggled into him. “It’s really true what you said.”
“What’s that?” He kissed the top of her head and lightly pinched a nipple making her jump a little. He was beginning to think about round two.
“You said that sex changes the nature of relationships. We were friends before, I always held you in high esteem but now…now it’s totally different.” She lazily traced a finger along one of the tattoos decorating his chest.
“I knew it! Now that you’ve had your way with me, you’ve lost all respect for me!” He teased her lightly and flashed a roguish wink.
“What? I…oh…” She giggled at his joke and jumped when he tickled her. “Stop that!”
“Never!” He grabbed her arm as she leaped out of his lap. He pulled her back so that she was straddling him. He laved a nipple and got her to mew for his trouble.
Hermione felt his growing hardness and gave in letting him kiss and touch as he pleased. He lifted her up and pulled her down on him. He gave her less control this time. Gripping her firm round bottom he pumped his pelvis into hers, pulling her down onto him as he pushed up.
“Touch your breast for me.” She looked surprised by his command but did as he asked. “Good, now pinch your nipple, that’s it.” His commanding voice excited her as did the way he was now watching her every move.
“God, you are one sexy woman.” Hermione blushed at his words but was pleased all the same.
“Touch yourself.” She looked momentarily confused, she was touching herself.
“Take your other hand…” He paused to let out a moan. “ And stroke your clit. I want to watch you…” Another moan escaped his lips. “I want to watch you play with yourself while I fuck you.”
Hermione struggled with herself for a moment. She had only just started doing this to herself, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to do it as an act.
“Come on, let me watch you pleasure yourself.” Hermione let a shy hand drop between her legs, she watched as Sirius eyes ate her naughty act with greed. “That feels good doesn’t it?” He purred his encouragement to her.
Sirius began pumping faster, pulling her down harder making her breasts bounce along to his rhythm. He watched her, one hand tending to a breast, the other teasing her sensitive nub. Hermione felt that sweet tension begin to build in her once again and she quickly lost her bashfulness and stroked herself in earnest.
“Come for me.” He was on the edge and knew she would pull him along with her.
Hermione felt the torturous ball of tension at her core explode, heat played across her skin as she called out his name. Sirius followed seconds behind her, together they let their bodies go slack in the chair. In the quiet afterward she marveled that her body obeyed his words.
They held each other, calming down, their heart rate and breathing slowing to normal. Sirius recalled her attention to their earlier conversation, before they became so distracted with each other. He sensed she needed to address the changes between them. “Does it bother you, the differences between before and now?”
Hermione thought about his question, lately nothing seemed to bother her about their situation. “No. Does it bother you?”
“We’ve settled into this nicely I think. There are about a million ways this could have gone wrong. As it is, I think I like it.”
“Have you thought about what happens after?” Sirius detected a note of uncertainty, something about the question bothered her.
“After what?” He tilted her chin to look up at him.
Hermione pulled her head away, she snuggled herself into his chest. She wished she hadn’t asked the question but the cat was out of the bag now. She sighed and decided to bite the bullet. “After they get this law repealed.”
“That’s a big unknown, Hermione. We’ll worry about that when we get there.” Sirius stroked his hands down her back and kissed her forehead. He had given a great deal of thought to that question but didn’t want to upset the delicate balance they had achieved. “Let’s get to bed, I think we’ve earned a good sleep.”
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Severus Snape cleared his throat and stood in front of the Order to give his report. He took a swift glance at Sirius before speaking. “Lucius Malfoy is unrelenting in his desire to exact revenge against Sirius. He is still rather stung by Sirius’ performance.” He said the last bit with a bite of repugnance. In his opinion Sirius had done it for show without thought for the consequences. “The Dark Lord…”
Sirius coughed as usually did when Snape said those three words. It always sounded like a sloppy word kiss to his ears.
Snape paused to glare at Sirius before continuing on, “The Dark Lord grows weary of Lucius’ continual requests on the matter. It is only a matter of time before he lets Lucius do as he pleases to simply quiet him down. Additionally Lucius has convinced the Dark Lord…”
Another cough from Sirius who had an innocent look plastered on his face. Seeing the looks being shot at him from around the room, he smiled and said, “Something in my throat, sorry.”
Remus rolled his eyes at his friend’s childishness after all this time.
Snape picked up where he left off. “Has convinced the Dark Lord…” Snape paused to glare at Sirius. “That Miss Granger…”
“That’s Mrs. Black,” growled Sirius.
“Do excuse me,” said Snape silkily. “Mrs. Black is flaunting her defiance of him because she is Mr. Potter’s best friend.”
Dumbledore cleared his throat. “Just what does Voldemort…” The room was filled with the sound of breaths being taken in sharply. Dumbledore paused to let the distracting noise pass. “Plan to do about it?”
“He is considering a number of options but it should be known to the Order that her success in this matter has not gone unnoticed. I fear she may be in some danger in the very near future and that precautions should be taken.”
“Such as?” Sirius raised an eyebrow at Snape.
“Pull her out of school and hide her here until the danger has passed.” Snape had a satisfied look on his face. He simply loved it when Sirius was cooped up in this house, he would be delighted to see it happen again. “I recommend that Sirius tuck himself away as well.”
Sirius laughed out loud, “Oh, you would just love that wouldn’t you.”
Snape sneered at Sirius, pleased to have gotten under his skin.
Dumbledore cleared his throat once again. “I believe Mrs. Black will be safe enough when she is at Hogwarts or even in the village of Hogsmeade. There is no need to hide her away here.” He turned to address Sirius personally. “I will trust your judgment in this matter. I don’t believe there is any reason for you to confine yourself here or at the castle…”
Sirius interrupted, “Excuse me, at the castle?”
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at Sirius. “Yes, your wife does have a private residence there, does she not?”
Sirius cocked his head at Dumbledore. “Yes, but she’s a student.”
Dumbledore smiled at Sirius. “Why, yes she is.”
“Oh, you must be joking. You can’t be sincere in your position on this.” Snape looked positively outraged.
“Severus this is no different than when we have faculty members who are married. They had to focus on their work at the school and make time for their family. Mrs. Black would simply have to do the same. She is Head Girl, I think we can expect a certain amount of responsibility and tact out of her.”
Sirius touched his finger to his forehead and then gestured with it. “Why didn’t you say something about this before?”
Dumbledore looked at Sirius in surprise. “I didn’t realize I needed to.”
“This is outrageous…” Snape’s rant was cut off by Dumbledore.
“I will not stand between a man and his wife, Severus.” Dumbledore’s tone was friendly but it was clear he was finished discussing the matter.
Sirius grinned at Snape.
Let’s see how the slimy git likes having the enemy in his home whenever he feels like it.
Snape sat down dumbly, dazed by what had just transpired. Sirius at school, all the time…
How could this have happened?