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Closer
NC17
Hermione lay down next to Sirius and let him pull her into his arms. She could tell he needed his rest, he had just put forth a monumental effort and they weren’t close to finishing their escape. She kept her thoughts to herself for the time being. She was still winded from having been stunned, her eyes drooped and she fell asleep next to Sirius.
When Sirius roused her a few hours later she felt as if though she had only just fallen asleep. She was stiff and her whole body ached. Sirius gave her a Pepper Up potion and took one for himself. He had gone out for food and together they ate quietly. They were in very serious danger and it served to dampen their mood.
“We’re going to have to stay on the run for awhile. I have some friends in a little fishing village located just North of the Guatemala border on the Pacific side. I met them when I was on the run after my escape, thanks to you.”
“Why Mexico?”
“Lily absolutely loved Westerns, a bit mental I always thought but she dragged us all with her to the movers…”
“Movies.”
“Oh, right. Movies. Well, when she could she’d drag us to see a Western. The muggle outlaws always ran to Mexico.”
Hermione laughed lightly at his reasoning. She thought about their situation and immediately sobered. “What’s going on Sirius?”
Sirius stood up paced back and forth in front of the bed Hermione was sitting on. “It looks like Dumbledore was wrong, we weren’t safe in Hogsmeade. Dammit, they were everywhere.”
“Can they get away with that? Have things gotten that bad out there?”
“We knew we were close, just not this close. That damned law was our first indication that the ministry was being infiltrated. Voldemort must have taken over the ministry.”
“How did they know about the cottages?”
“Bella has a right to use them, same as I do. She must have been following a hunch, she’s crazy not stupid. The fact that she was there means there has been a break out at Azkaban.”
Tears started sliding down Hermione’s face, she was trembling and still in shock. “Do you think Mrs. Weasley is alright?”
Sirius thought about her question, he had no idea but he needed Hermione as together as possible. He sat down on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her. “They were after us, pet. I’m sure they interrogated her, maybe searched the house and then let her be.” He desperately hoped he wasn’t lying.
“This was huge, Sirius. That couldn’t have been about just us, it was on too large a scale. Would You-Know-Who really risk it all for Lucius Malfoy?”
“I think there was probably more than one thing going on at once but getting a pureblood son expelled at the expense of a muggleborn wouldn’t sit well.”
“Will we be safe in Mexico?”
“Oh, yeah. Its not some muggle tourist trap, it’s just a quaint little village, maybe a dozen families in all. It’s the perfect place to disappear. I’ve never told anyone about this place in case I ever had to return.”
“When do we leave?”
Sirius smiled softly and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “As soon as your ready.”
Hermione chewed her lip and then spoke, her voice laced with anxiety. “I don’t have any clothes or anything.”
“I’m sure my friends have some clothes they can lend you.” He soothed gently.
Hermione took a deep breath. “Well, then…I guess I’m ready now.”
Sirius wrapped his arms around her and kissed her softly. “We’re going to be just fine. I’ve done this before. Try and think of it as a little adventure.”
Hermione nodded and put on a brave face, it didn’t feel much like an adventure to her. She felt like she was abandoning her friends in their hour of need but there didn’t seem to be any way to get back to them. She was scared but felt safe with Sirius.
“When do you think it will be safe to return?” She said with a hesitant voice.
“I’m not sure, Dumbledore will contact us when he can.”
They left their hotel room and walked down a little cobblestone street and turned into an alleyway. Sirius looked around, he didn’t see anyone, he flicked his wand and sent off a patronus and then embraced Hermione and together they left with a soft ‘pop.’
Hermione had never Apparated so far before. The trip seemed to take forever. By the time he landed them at their destination she felt like she had been torn apart. Sirius staggered a few steps and checked her over for splinching. When he was satisfied that she was alright he fell to his knees, breathing heavily. Hermione grabbed him by the chest to try and help support him, she almost toppled them both over with the effort. He touched his hand to her face and then held it up to stop her.
“I’m fine. Just tired.” He staggered to his feet and wrapped his arm around her for momentary support. He stepped free and smiled weakly at her, “See, just fine.” He took her by the hand, “Come on. Lets look around.”
The first thing Hermione noticed was that the sun was high in the sky. They had left around seven in the evening in Germany but it appeared to be closer to noon here. The second thing she noticed was how much warmer it was, they were much closer to the equator and it made a huge difference. She looked around and took in the sandy beaches surrounded by lush vegetation. She noticed a few colorful birds in the trees and was reminded of the bird Sirius had sent to Harry in their fourth year. There was a raw, unspoiled beauty to this place.
They were about a hundred feet away from a small house, Sirius took her hand and walked them towards it. As they got closer they could hear voices but she couldn’t understand a word that was being said.
A thin woman rounded the house, her clothes were clean but well worn. She was stooped over, working in her garden. She spotted the approaching couple, stopped her work and stared. It took her a moment to find her voice.
“Perro?”
“Buenas tardes, Lupe.”
The woman looked at him cautiously as she neared the pair, she seemed to recognize him finally because her whole demeanor changed. She smiled broadly and rushed forward, embracing Sirius in a very motherly hug. “Has cambiado, Perro. Te ves mejor. You look much better than last time.” The woman spoke with a thick Spanish accent that was difficult for Hermione to understand. Hermione thought about what the woman meant and then remembered how thin and ratty he had looked when she, Ron and Harry had visited him in the cave. The contrast between then and now couldn’t have been more striking, he was filled out nicely, his frame covered in hard muscle.
The woman looked Hermione over and smiled at her, she looked back at Sirius and grinned at him with a raised an eyebrow. “La chica es muy bonita, Perro. Very pretty.” Her words brought a rosy tint to Hermione’s cheeks.
Sirius smiled and brought Hermione closer to his friend. He gestured to Hermione. “Ésta es mi esposa, su nombre es Hermione. Hermione this is Guadalupe Sandoval.” He whispered conspiratorially to Hermione. “My Spanish is awful, but we’ll muddle through.”
Hermione put her hand out to shake, the woman gave a friendly laugh and ignored the proffered hand. She wrapped Hermione, who was a taken aback, in a warm hug.
“¿No es tu hermana, o sí?” She directed her words first at Sirius and then at Hermione. “Sister?”
“No, no! Her-my-o-knee.” Said Hermione quickly, wondering what brought on that ridiculous question. This wasn’t the first person to have trouble with her name.
“Her-mi-ninny?”
“Her-my-o-knee, my-o-knee.” It was the second half of her name that always gave them trouble.
Lupe threw up her hands and rattled something off in Spanish. She paused for a minute, seeming to ponder something. “I call you Mimi.” She flashed them a big, friendly smile before turning away from them for a moment calling out to someone they couldn’t see.
“How did you come to be christened Perro?”
Sirius grinned at her, “It means dog in Spanish.”
“They know you’re an Animagus? Do they know you’re a wizard?”
“They’re much more relaxed about that here although it took me awhile to figure that out. Witches and wizards live among muggles although their traditions are quite a bit different from ours. It’s not viewed as anything unusual. The way they seem to view it is that some folks are gifted, others are not.”
Lupe walked back to them, this time with a young woman. She wore a uniform with the logo of what appeared to be a resort on the front pocket of her shirt. The woman grinned at Sirius. “Well, Perro, you don’t come see me unless you’ve got time to kill.” Hermione was pleased to hear a much clearer version of Spanish influenced English.
Sirius smiled at the new comer. “Hello, Juana. Congratulations on the job! When I left you had only just interviewed.” He ushered Hermione closer. “Juana this is my wife, Hermione.”
Juana accepted Hermione’s outstretched hand and gave Sirius a knowing grin. She whispered to Sirius so as not to embarrass Hermione. “She’s beautiful, Perro.” She turned her attention back to Sirius. “You look well.” She encouraged them to walk with her. “I want to hear all about the two of you.”
Sirius caught Juana by surprise, lifting her hand and smirking at her. “This is new.” He was referring to a gold band on Juana’s left hand.
Juana blushed but had a huge smile. “Jorge and I married just two months ago.” Sirius let her hand drop although the smirk stayed.
Lupe walked back to them, just before she reached them she turned and shouted to someone they couldn’t see. She directed them inside the small adobe house. She sat them down and offered them both a bottle of soda water. Juana patted Sirius on the hand. “You two shouldn’t drink the water here, you remember that right, Perro?”
Sirius groaned, he was remembering a particularly awful couple of days when he first arrived here. “I’ve never been so sick in all my life.”
A little man entered the house and cracked a huge smile when he saw Sirius. “Hey, Amigo!” He said in an equally thick Spanish accent. "¿En qué clase de apuro está usted esta vez, eh?" Sirius laughed and then whispered to Hermione. “He wants to know what kind of trouble I’m in this time.”
His eyes were mirthful and held real affection for Sirius. Sirius stood and embraced the much shorter man in a masculine hug. “¡Bueno, así es como funciona generalmente mi vida!” He grinned widely at his friend. “Pedro, ésta es mi esposa, Hermione.”
“¡Mimi; llámala Mimi!” Shouted Lupe from another room. Juana laughed lightly at the nickname, seeming to approve.
Pedro pulled a surprised Hermione into a hug. He stepped back to admire the young woman and then nudged Sirius in the side. “Linda muchacha, Perro." Hermione felt the warmth creep up her face as she blushed for the second time. He surveyed Sirius critically, "Se te ve bien."
"Gracias, Pedro. Me siento bien."
Sirius took time to translate for her, she listened intently to the words so she could make some sense of them as time went on. She spoke French quite well and was listening for the similarities.
Hermione and Sirius finished their sodas, talking amiably with their hosts. When they had finished Juana stood up to leave. “I’m not taking no for an answer this time, Perro. Your wife needs a roof over her head.”
Sirius sobered from his friendly conversation with Pedro. “Thank you, Juana. That was the one thing I was really worried about.”
“Well, come on,” she said. “Let’s get you settled in.”
Sirius thanked Lupe and Pedro for their hospitality and followed Juana down a little gravely path toward a larger home. She noticed green lizards in a variety of sizes darting in and out of the vegetation. Sirius leaned down and whispered, “Much better than rats.”
Hermione giggled and was again reminded of him in her fourth year. He had thanked them for the chicken and bread they had brought praising its superiority over rats. “So, you didn’t stay with her last time?” Queried Hermione.
“Oh, no,” he replied with a grin. “I stayed in my Animagus form almost the whole time. I was careless one evening and got spotted by Juana. I got to know them in the weeks following that but I still hunted for my own food, not wanting to be a burden. Lupe and Pedro are quite poor, so was Juana at the time although she seems to be doing better for herself now.”
Hermione observed Juana’s home as they approached, her house appeared to be quite a bit larger than Lupe and Pedro’ s and there was an older, slightly beat up car parked along the unpaved road. Juana opened the door and invited them in. “Let me show you the bedroom, do you have anything with you?” She seemed to just notice their lack of baggage.
Sirius shook his head and explained what had happened to them, he gave Juana a brief description of the law regarding their marriage leaving out the personal details. Juana disappeared while Sirius and Hermione checked out the room she had ushered them into. The bed in the room was small, it looked like it would hold them but it wouldn’t offer much room for moving around. There was a little table with a lamp beside the bed along with a small dresser. Juana returned with some clothes for each of them refusing to take no for answer. Sirius told Juana that the trip had tired them greatly and asked if she would mind if they took a nap.
“Of course. Make yourself at home. Like we say in my country ‘Mi casa es su casa!’” Sirius and Hermione readily collapsed on the bed, they snuggled close together because they desired contact and because the bed was very small. They’d had a rough, emotionally and physically draining couple of days. They fell into a deep sleep not waking until early afternoon the next day. They ventured out of the bedroom together and made their way into the kitchen. Juana was talking with a gentleman who looked to be a few years younger than Sirius. He was wearing a uniform that read Agencia Federal de la Investigación.
When the man caught sight of Sirius his face broke out into a grin. “¡Pendejo! ¿Cómo te ha ido?”
They grasped each other in a manly hug.
“Damn, it’s good to see you!” Said Sirius, his smiling face professing the close friendship he shared with this man.
“Oh, and who’s this?” Said the man with an appreciative eye and tone of voice, his Spanish accent was slightly thicker than Juana’s and it lent a seductive quality.
Hermione heard something she had only heard one other time although she had been certain then that she was hearing things. Now she was not so sure. Deep from somewhere within Sirius came a low but distinct growl. Juana smacked the man playfully on the arm. “¡Cabrón!”
Sirius glared at his friend, a little playfully, a little not. “This is my wife,” he said with special emphasis on the last word. “Hermione this is Jorge Arroyo, Juana’s husband. Jorge this is Hermione.”
“Were calling here Mimi,” said Juana definitively.
With a mischievous grin at his friend he decided to push his luck just a little. Jorge picked up Hermione’s hand and kissed it in a gentlemanly gesture. “Pero qué cosa más linda. Aren’t you a pretty little thing. Mimi was it?”
Hermione couldn’t suppress the smile although she cast a wary look at her husband who was trying to humor his friend’s deliberate goad. Juana intervened on the slight pissing contest and announced that lunch was ready.
Juana placed a steaming pot on a rough, wooden table and laid out spoons and bowls, they all sat down around the table. Hermione filled herself on the delicious fish soup Juana had prepared, after lunch Sirius wandered off with Jorge and left Hermione to make friends with Juana.
“So, when did you meet our Perro?”
“Just before he came here to you.”
“Oh, he never mentioned a young senorita.”
“Well, I was only thirteen when we met.” Juana’s eyes went up in surprise.
She peaked out the door to see Sirius laughing with his friend, sharing a beer. He looked relaxed and happy. She let out a little sigh. He was so handsome, so very good to look at.
Juana smiled at her, “Young love is a beautiful thing. I’m that way with my Jorge.”
Hermione quickly shook her head, “It’s not like that. I had to marry him, it was arranged, sort of a marriage of convenience. He doesn’t love me but he takes very good care of me.”
Juana regarded Hermione thoughtfully for a moment. “Well, if it’s a marriage of convenience then it’s very convenient that you’re in love with him. No?” Juana pointed to Sirius.
“No. I’m really not.” Hermione decided to change the topic of conversation. “Is there a town close by where we can exchange currency and maybe buy some clothes?”
“Pedro can take you in tomorrow, the closest town is Tapachula on the border.” Juana stood up and walked over to the sink and started to wash dishes.
Hermione smiled and started to help out, she flicked her wand and the table began to clear itself. Juana stood back from the sink. “You’re much better at that than Perro.” Hermione flicked her wand a few more times and the whole kitchen went to work.
Sirius poked his head inside the door and smiled at Hermione, “It’s too bad we don’t have bathing suits, it’s a beautiful day out.”
Juana piped up, “Mimi, you can borrow one of mine.”
Hermione shook her head but Juana wasn’t taking no for an answer, she grabbed Hermione’s hand and led her to the bedroom she shared with her husband. Juana dumped a drawer full of bikinis on the bed and invited Hermione to pick out whichever one she wanted. Hermone had hoped for a nice, conservative one piece but Juana didn’t own one. She held each one up to her body but they all made her feel completely exposed, like she was parading about in her underwear. She picked the most modest one she could find. Sensing her nervousness Juana gave her a wrap and a large towl.
Hermione insisted they slip past the guys to the beach which wasn’t that far away. They were noticed immediately but seemed oblivious to the hungry eyes caressing their near naked forms.
Jorge excused himself for a moment and slipped back into the house. Sirus sipped his beer and watched his young wife cavort about in the ocean waves. She crept into his heart like the dawn through a bedroom window, fresh and new casting light in a darkened room. He barely recognized himself anymore, he felt free and light and dammit, young when he was with her.
She had asked him what they would do when the law was repealed and he knew what his heart wanted. He wanted to hold onto her and never let her go. His head told him that he would have to, that she was never meant to be his. Before the marriage law she had her eyes on Ron Weasley, the runt. They would never have looked to each other and that fact alone stood out to him.
He knew he could convince her to stay with him, he had opened doors for her the way only an older man could have. He saw the look in her eye, the way she watched him and made excuses to spend time alone with him. He even knew that she might be falling for him. She was young and guileless, completely untrained in the ways to hide your heart from those who would view it. Still, he wouldn’t use their unfortunate situation against her to trap her in his life. When the time came he was resolved to release her so she could get back to the life that had been briefly derailed.
Sirius sighed and took another sip of his beer and wondered if she had figured out his deeper feelings for her. He didn’t think so and wanted to keep it that way.
“Hey, Perro!” Called Jorge from the house. Sirius turned to see what his friend was hollering about. Jorge was holding up two pairs of mens swimming trunks. Sirius grinned and struck out to the house at a trot. He and Jorge quickly changed and joined the girls in the water.
Hermione immediately fled to the deeper waters, desiring to keep her body from the illuminating rays of the sun. Sirius rolled his eyes and reached her easily, under the waves that kept her body hidden he touched and tickled whatever pleased him to do so while he sucked and gently bit the skin on her neck. They played and flirted the afternoon away, she was glad for some time to relax and have fun. She was so distracted by Sirius that she didn’t notice that Jorge and Juana had retreated to the privacy of their home.
Sirius eagerly took the opportunity their hosts absence provided. His fingers easily found their way into bottom half of her bikini. He played liberally with her sensitive button, while his other hand played with a breast. She grasped onto his shoulders for support because she was certain she couldn’t stand and swimming would take her away from the pleasure he was delivering. She stood with her legs spread so he could have free access to her sex. Sirius chuckled at her eager response and the way she begged him for release so he quickly inserted two fingers. She whimpered to him how good it felt, after all they had been through she needed this.
He suddenly decided to change tactics and picked her and laid her down on the beach just shy of where the ocean waves could reach them. The afternoon waned as the sun set in the western sky, a blood orange ball that met with the cool blue ocean. The warm sand kissed her back while her husband ravaged her body. He entered her smoothly and set a languid rhythm, whispering to her how good she felt and how beautiful she was. He made love to her, desperate to tell her how he felt but not daring to, fearing the consequences for her. He chose to love her during his brief time with her, to enjoy her now. He told her silently with each stroke the depth of his feelings, how he needed her, what he wouldn’t do for her.
Hermione sensed the difference in him, she saw the intensity in his face, felt it in her body. It was powerful and overwhelming and even a little frightening. When they were through and their bodies lay spent on the warm sand she recalled something. He was holding something back, she wondered what it was and she wondered why.
Closer
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Hermione lay down next to Sirius and let him pull her into his arms. She could tell he needed his rest, he had just put forth a monumental effort and they weren’t close to finishing their escape. She kept her thoughts to herself for the time being. She was still winded from having been stunned, her eyes drooped and she fell asleep next to Sirius.
When Sirius roused her a few hours later she felt as if though she had only just fallen asleep. She was stiff and her whole body ached. Sirius gave her a Pepper Up potion and took one for himself. He had gone out for food and together they ate quietly. They were in very serious danger and it served to dampen their mood.
“We’re going to have to stay on the run for awhile. I have some friends in a little fishing village located just North of the Guatemala border on the Pacific side. I met them when I was on the run after my escape, thanks to you.”
“Why Mexico?”
“Lily absolutely loved Westerns, a bit mental I always thought but she dragged us all with her to the movers…”
“Movies.”
“Oh, right. Movies. Well, when she could she’d drag us to see a Western. The muggle outlaws always ran to Mexico.”
Hermione laughed lightly at his reasoning. She thought about their situation and immediately sobered. “What’s going on Sirius?”
Sirius stood up paced back and forth in front of the bed Hermione was sitting on. “It looks like Dumbledore was wrong, we weren’t safe in Hogsmeade. Dammit, they were everywhere.”
“Can they get away with that? Have things gotten that bad out there?”
“We knew we were close, just not this close. That damned law was our first indication that the ministry was being infiltrated. Voldemort must have taken over the ministry.”
“How did they know about the cottages?”
“Bella has a right to use them, same as I do. She must have been following a hunch, she’s crazy not stupid. The fact that she was there means there has been a break out at Azkaban.”
Tears started sliding down Hermione’s face, she was trembling and still in shock. “Do you think Mrs. Weasley is alright?”
Sirius thought about her question, he had no idea but he needed Hermione as together as possible. He sat down on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her. “They were after us, pet. I’m sure they interrogated her, maybe searched the house and then let her be.” He desperately hoped he wasn’t lying.
“This was huge, Sirius. That couldn’t have been about just us, it was on too large a scale. Would You-Know-Who really risk it all for Lucius Malfoy?”
“I think there was probably more than one thing going on at once but getting a pureblood son expelled at the expense of a muggleborn wouldn’t sit well.”
“Will we be safe in Mexico?”
“Oh, yeah. Its not some muggle tourist trap, it’s just a quaint little village, maybe a dozen families in all. It’s the perfect place to disappear. I’ve never told anyone about this place in case I ever had to return.”
“When do we leave?”
Sirius smiled softly and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “As soon as your ready.”
Hermione chewed her lip and then spoke, her voice laced with anxiety. “I don’t have any clothes or anything.”
“I’m sure my friends have some clothes they can lend you.” He soothed gently.
Hermione took a deep breath. “Well, then…I guess I’m ready now.”
Sirius wrapped his arms around her and kissed her softly. “We’re going to be just fine. I’ve done this before. Try and think of it as a little adventure.”
Hermione nodded and put on a brave face, it didn’t feel much like an adventure to her. She felt like she was abandoning her friends in their hour of need but there didn’t seem to be any way to get back to them. She was scared but felt safe with Sirius.
“When do you think it will be safe to return?” She said with a hesitant voice.
“I’m not sure, Dumbledore will contact us when he can.”
They left their hotel room and walked down a little cobblestone street and turned into an alleyway. Sirius looked around, he didn’t see anyone, he flicked his wand and sent off a patronus and then embraced Hermione and together they left with a soft ‘pop.’
Hermione had never Apparated so far before. The trip seemed to take forever. By the time he landed them at their destination she felt like she had been torn apart. Sirius staggered a few steps and checked her over for splinching. When he was satisfied that she was alright he fell to his knees, breathing heavily. Hermione grabbed him by the chest to try and help support him, she almost toppled them both over with the effort. He touched his hand to her face and then held it up to stop her.
“I’m fine. Just tired.” He staggered to his feet and wrapped his arm around her for momentary support. He stepped free and smiled weakly at her, “See, just fine.” He took her by the hand, “Come on. Lets look around.”
The first thing Hermione noticed was that the sun was high in the sky. They had left around seven in the evening in Germany but it appeared to be closer to noon here. The second thing she noticed was how much warmer it was, they were much closer to the equator and it made a huge difference. She looked around and took in the sandy beaches surrounded by lush vegetation. She noticed a few colorful birds in the trees and was reminded of the bird Sirius had sent to Harry in their fourth year. There was a raw, unspoiled beauty to this place.
They were about a hundred feet away from a small house, Sirius took her hand and walked them towards it. As they got closer they could hear voices but she couldn’t understand a word that was being said.
A thin woman rounded the house, her clothes were clean but well worn. She was stooped over, working in her garden. She spotted the approaching couple, stopped her work and stared. It took her a moment to find her voice.
“Perro?”
“Buenas tardes, Lupe.”
The woman looked at him cautiously as she neared the pair, she seemed to recognize him finally because her whole demeanor changed. She smiled broadly and rushed forward, embracing Sirius in a very motherly hug. “Has cambiado, Perro. Te ves mejor. You look much better than last time.” The woman spoke with a thick Spanish accent that was difficult for Hermione to understand. Hermione thought about what the woman meant and then remembered how thin and ratty he had looked when she, Ron and Harry had visited him in the cave. The contrast between then and now couldn’t have been more striking, he was filled out nicely, his frame covered in hard muscle.
The woman looked Hermione over and smiled at her, she looked back at Sirius and grinned at him with a raised an eyebrow. “La chica es muy bonita, Perro. Very pretty.” Her words brought a rosy tint to Hermione’s cheeks.
Sirius smiled and brought Hermione closer to his friend. He gestured to Hermione. “Ésta es mi esposa, su nombre es Hermione. Hermione this is Guadalupe Sandoval.” He whispered conspiratorially to Hermione. “My Spanish is awful, but we’ll muddle through.”
Hermione put her hand out to shake, the woman gave a friendly laugh and ignored the proffered hand. She wrapped Hermione, who was a taken aback, in a warm hug.
“¿No es tu hermana, o sí?” She directed her words first at Sirius and then at Hermione. “Sister?”
“No, no! Her-my-o-knee.” Said Hermione quickly, wondering what brought on that ridiculous question. This wasn’t the first person to have trouble with her name.
“Her-mi-ninny?”
“Her-my-o-knee, my-o-knee.” It was the second half of her name that always gave them trouble.
Lupe threw up her hands and rattled something off in Spanish. She paused for a minute, seeming to ponder something. “I call you Mimi.” She flashed them a big, friendly smile before turning away from them for a moment calling out to someone they couldn’t see.
“How did you come to be christened Perro?”
Sirius grinned at her, “It means dog in Spanish.”
“They know you’re an Animagus? Do they know you’re a wizard?”
“They’re much more relaxed about that here although it took me awhile to figure that out. Witches and wizards live among muggles although their traditions are quite a bit different from ours. It’s not viewed as anything unusual. The way they seem to view it is that some folks are gifted, others are not.”
Lupe walked back to them, this time with a young woman. She wore a uniform with the logo of what appeared to be a resort on the front pocket of her shirt. The woman grinned at Sirius. “Well, Perro, you don’t come see me unless you’ve got time to kill.” Hermione was pleased to hear a much clearer version of Spanish influenced English.
Sirius smiled at the new comer. “Hello, Juana. Congratulations on the job! When I left you had only just interviewed.” He ushered Hermione closer. “Juana this is my wife, Hermione.”
Juana accepted Hermione’s outstretched hand and gave Sirius a knowing grin. She whispered to Sirius so as not to embarrass Hermione. “She’s beautiful, Perro.” She turned her attention back to Sirius. “You look well.” She encouraged them to walk with her. “I want to hear all about the two of you.”
Sirius caught Juana by surprise, lifting her hand and smirking at her. “This is new.” He was referring to a gold band on Juana’s left hand.
Juana blushed but had a huge smile. “Jorge and I married just two months ago.” Sirius let her hand drop although the smirk stayed.
Lupe walked back to them, just before she reached them she turned and shouted to someone they couldn’t see. She directed them inside the small adobe house. She sat them down and offered them both a bottle of soda water. Juana patted Sirius on the hand. “You two shouldn’t drink the water here, you remember that right, Perro?”
Sirius groaned, he was remembering a particularly awful couple of days when he first arrived here. “I’ve never been so sick in all my life.”
A little man entered the house and cracked a huge smile when he saw Sirius. “Hey, Amigo!” He said in an equally thick Spanish accent. "¿En qué clase de apuro está usted esta vez, eh?" Sirius laughed and then whispered to Hermione. “He wants to know what kind of trouble I’m in this time.”
His eyes were mirthful and held real affection for Sirius. Sirius stood and embraced the much shorter man in a masculine hug. “¡Bueno, así es como funciona generalmente mi vida!” He grinned widely at his friend. “Pedro, ésta es mi esposa, Hermione.”
“¡Mimi; llámala Mimi!” Shouted Lupe from another room. Juana laughed lightly at the nickname, seeming to approve.
Pedro pulled a surprised Hermione into a hug. He stepped back to admire the young woman and then nudged Sirius in the side. “Linda muchacha, Perro." Hermione felt the warmth creep up her face as she blushed for the second time. He surveyed Sirius critically, "Se te ve bien."
"Gracias, Pedro. Me siento bien."
Sirius took time to translate for her, she listened intently to the words so she could make some sense of them as time went on. She spoke French quite well and was listening for the similarities.
Hermione and Sirius finished their sodas, talking amiably with their hosts. When they had finished Juana stood up to leave. “I’m not taking no for an answer this time, Perro. Your wife needs a roof over her head.”
Sirius sobered from his friendly conversation with Pedro. “Thank you, Juana. That was the one thing I was really worried about.”
“Well, come on,” she said. “Let’s get you settled in.”
Sirius thanked Lupe and Pedro for their hospitality and followed Juana down a little gravely path toward a larger home. She noticed green lizards in a variety of sizes darting in and out of the vegetation. Sirius leaned down and whispered, “Much better than rats.”
Hermione giggled and was again reminded of him in her fourth year. He had thanked them for the chicken and bread they had brought praising its superiority over rats. “So, you didn’t stay with her last time?” Queried Hermione.
“Oh, no,” he replied with a grin. “I stayed in my Animagus form almost the whole time. I was careless one evening and got spotted by Juana. I got to know them in the weeks following that but I still hunted for my own food, not wanting to be a burden. Lupe and Pedro are quite poor, so was Juana at the time although she seems to be doing better for herself now.”
Hermione observed Juana’s home as they approached, her house appeared to be quite a bit larger than Lupe and Pedro’ s and there was an older, slightly beat up car parked along the unpaved road. Juana opened the door and invited them in. “Let me show you the bedroom, do you have anything with you?” She seemed to just notice their lack of baggage.
Sirius shook his head and explained what had happened to them, he gave Juana a brief description of the law regarding their marriage leaving out the personal details. Juana disappeared while Sirius and Hermione checked out the room she had ushered them into. The bed in the room was small, it looked like it would hold them but it wouldn’t offer much room for moving around. There was a little table with a lamp beside the bed along with a small dresser. Juana returned with some clothes for each of them refusing to take no for answer. Sirius told Juana that the trip had tired them greatly and asked if she would mind if they took a nap.
“Of course. Make yourself at home. Like we say in my country ‘Mi casa es su casa!’” Sirius and Hermione readily collapsed on the bed, they snuggled close together because they desired contact and because the bed was very small. They’d had a rough, emotionally and physically draining couple of days. They fell into a deep sleep not waking until early afternoon the next day. They ventured out of the bedroom together and made their way into the kitchen. Juana was talking with a gentleman who looked to be a few years younger than Sirius. He was wearing a uniform that read Agencia Federal de la Investigación.
When the man caught sight of Sirius his face broke out into a grin. “¡Pendejo! ¿Cómo te ha ido?”
They grasped each other in a manly hug.
“Damn, it’s good to see you!” Said Sirius, his smiling face professing the close friendship he shared with this man.
“Oh, and who’s this?” Said the man with an appreciative eye and tone of voice, his Spanish accent was slightly thicker than Juana’s and it lent a seductive quality.
Hermione heard something she had only heard one other time although she had been certain then that she was hearing things. Now she was not so sure. Deep from somewhere within Sirius came a low but distinct growl. Juana smacked the man playfully on the arm. “¡Cabrón!”
Sirius glared at his friend, a little playfully, a little not. “This is my wife,” he said with special emphasis on the last word. “Hermione this is Jorge Arroyo, Juana’s husband. Jorge this is Hermione.”
“Were calling here Mimi,” said Juana definitively.
With a mischievous grin at his friend he decided to push his luck just a little. Jorge picked up Hermione’s hand and kissed it in a gentlemanly gesture. “Pero qué cosa más linda. Aren’t you a pretty little thing. Mimi was it?”
Hermione couldn’t suppress the smile although she cast a wary look at her husband who was trying to humor his friend’s deliberate goad. Juana intervened on the slight pissing contest and announced that lunch was ready.
Juana placed a steaming pot on a rough, wooden table and laid out spoons and bowls, they all sat down around the table. Hermione filled herself on the delicious fish soup Juana had prepared, after lunch Sirius wandered off with Jorge and left Hermione to make friends with Juana.
“So, when did you meet our Perro?”
“Just before he came here to you.”
“Oh, he never mentioned a young senorita.”
“Well, I was only thirteen when we met.” Juana’s eyes went up in surprise.
She peaked out the door to see Sirius laughing with his friend, sharing a beer. He looked relaxed and happy. She let out a little sigh. He was so handsome, so very good to look at.
Juana smiled at her, “Young love is a beautiful thing. I’m that way with my Jorge.”
Hermione quickly shook her head, “It’s not like that. I had to marry him, it was arranged, sort of a marriage of convenience. He doesn’t love me but he takes very good care of me.”
Juana regarded Hermione thoughtfully for a moment. “Well, if it’s a marriage of convenience then it’s very convenient that you’re in love with him. No?” Juana pointed to Sirius.
“No. I’m really not.” Hermione decided to change the topic of conversation. “Is there a town close by where we can exchange currency and maybe buy some clothes?”
“Pedro can take you in tomorrow, the closest town is Tapachula on the border.” Juana stood up and walked over to the sink and started to wash dishes.
Hermione smiled and started to help out, she flicked her wand and the table began to clear itself. Juana stood back from the sink. “You’re much better at that than Perro.” Hermione flicked her wand a few more times and the whole kitchen went to work.
Sirius poked his head inside the door and smiled at Hermione, “It’s too bad we don’t have bathing suits, it’s a beautiful day out.”
Juana piped up, “Mimi, you can borrow one of mine.”
Hermione shook her head but Juana wasn’t taking no for an answer, she grabbed Hermione’s hand and led her to the bedroom she shared with her husband. Juana dumped a drawer full of bikinis on the bed and invited Hermione to pick out whichever one she wanted. Hermone had hoped for a nice, conservative one piece but Juana didn’t own one. She held each one up to her body but they all made her feel completely exposed, like she was parading about in her underwear. She picked the most modest one she could find. Sensing her nervousness Juana gave her a wrap and a large towl.
Hermione insisted they slip past the guys to the beach which wasn’t that far away. They were noticed immediately but seemed oblivious to the hungry eyes caressing their near naked forms.
Jorge excused himself for a moment and slipped back into the house. Sirus sipped his beer and watched his young wife cavort about in the ocean waves. She crept into his heart like the dawn through a bedroom window, fresh and new casting light in a darkened room. He barely recognized himself anymore, he felt free and light and dammit, young when he was with her.
She had asked him what they would do when the law was repealed and he knew what his heart wanted. He wanted to hold onto her and never let her go. His head told him that he would have to, that she was never meant to be his. Before the marriage law she had her eyes on Ron Weasley, the runt. They would never have looked to each other and that fact alone stood out to him.
He knew he could convince her to stay with him, he had opened doors for her the way only an older man could have. He saw the look in her eye, the way she watched him and made excuses to spend time alone with him. He even knew that she might be falling for him. She was young and guileless, completely untrained in the ways to hide your heart from those who would view it. Still, he wouldn’t use their unfortunate situation against her to trap her in his life. When the time came he was resolved to release her so she could get back to the life that had been briefly derailed.
Sirius sighed and took another sip of his beer and wondered if she had figured out his deeper feelings for her. He didn’t think so and wanted to keep it that way.
“Hey, Perro!” Called Jorge from the house. Sirius turned to see what his friend was hollering about. Jorge was holding up two pairs of mens swimming trunks. Sirius grinned and struck out to the house at a trot. He and Jorge quickly changed and joined the girls in the water.
Hermione immediately fled to the deeper waters, desiring to keep her body from the illuminating rays of the sun. Sirius rolled his eyes and reached her easily, under the waves that kept her body hidden he touched and tickled whatever pleased him to do so while he sucked and gently bit the skin on her neck. They played and flirted the afternoon away, she was glad for some time to relax and have fun. She was so distracted by Sirius that she didn’t notice that Jorge and Juana had retreated to the privacy of their home.
Sirius eagerly took the opportunity their hosts absence provided. His fingers easily found their way into bottom half of her bikini. He played liberally with her sensitive button, while his other hand played with a breast. She grasped onto his shoulders for support because she was certain she couldn’t stand and swimming would take her away from the pleasure he was delivering. She stood with her legs spread so he could have free access to her sex. Sirius chuckled at her eager response and the way she begged him for release so he quickly inserted two fingers. She whimpered to him how good it felt, after all they had been through she needed this.
He suddenly decided to change tactics and picked her and laid her down on the beach just shy of where the ocean waves could reach them. The afternoon waned as the sun set in the western sky, a blood orange ball that met with the cool blue ocean. The warm sand kissed her back while her husband ravaged her body. He entered her smoothly and set a languid rhythm, whispering to her how good she felt and how beautiful she was. He made love to her, desperate to tell her how he felt but not daring to, fearing the consequences for her. He chose to love her during his brief time with her, to enjoy her now. He told her silently with each stroke the depth of his feelings, how he needed her, what he wouldn’t do for her.
Hermione sensed the difference in him, she saw the intensity in his face, felt it in her body. It was powerful and overwhelming and even a little frightening. When they were through and their bodies lay spent on the warm sand she recalled something. He was holding something back, she wondered what it was and she wondered why.
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I was planning on leaving a comment until the last chapter but i don´t think i´ll finish reading this this week, so I´d rather say something now XD
I'm from México! It's so nice to imagine Sirius in México!!
LOL
I just have a little trouble imagining a married woman from a small town in the south of México owning bathing suits, let alone bikinis LOL but it´s nice XD
I like the story so far, will continue reading for sure XD
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No bathing suits, huh? Crap. How would she go swimnming without a bathing suit? Nude?
Thanks for the review! Glad you are enjoying it!
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And yes, there are small towns where they believe in magic and accept it, and even more in towns with influence from the indigenous people, who are not few in the south. If they descend from the aztecs -maybe the mayans as well-, they would call Sirius a "nahual" which is the word they have to call people who can change form into an animal.
Something else that had me giggling was when they called Sirius "perro" LOL It has a very pejorative meaning in Mexican Spanish to call someone perro LOL, but it's okay. it's not uncommon to see people calling themselves with pejorative sense in a sort of friendly way :P
Hope this helps you :P
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Update....squee.....
Two reasons why i'm commenting here....
First of all thanks for making sure that the carriage return works;
could you please spend some effort to post what those spanish things mean...I understood some of them but not all....my spanish is limited to only a couple of words and phrases...funny I always thought bobo meant dog:)
One of the reasons why I love SB/HG is due to the fact that I relate to Hermione so much more than any other HP character, with Remus coming a close second (hence my obsession with S/R too)....anyway I just wanted to say that I totally understood the bathing suit bit as my idea of a bathing suit is the one surfers and scuba divers use....just FYI....
I'll stop and read the rest now!
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