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Mine
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Hermione’s golem stepped in front of her and took the full force of the blast. Hermione herself fell to the ground, dropping her wand. Bellatrix moved in for the kill.
“You’ll pay for my nephew!” She shrieked, the madness evident in her wild eyes.
Bellatrix raised her wand again but before she could speak the words a jet of red light hit her square in the chest. She turned to her cousin, the surprise on her face was clear. She crumpled to the ground in a heap.
Sirius ran forward, ignorant of the battle raging around him. He ran up to Hermione, “Are you mad, Hermione!”
“I thought she was gonna kill me! If you hadn’t been there…” Hermione pulled herself together, now was not the time.
Sirius removed Bellatrix’s wand, broke it and then bound her magically.
“Where’s Harry?” Demanded Sirius, he and Dumbledore had envisioned a more controlled environment for this to take place in.
Hermione looked around and gasped, Harry had just squared off with Voldemort. The snake Nagini lay dead at Ron’s feet. “Its time,” she whispered.
Together Sirius and Hermione dueled death eaters as they pressed their way closer to Harry and Voldemort. Hermione and Sirius’ plan for the golems was working out well. Some of the vaguely human golems were successful at disarming death eaters, others were willing sacrifices, protecting the lives they were intended to.
Voldemort was terribly confused by the Harry golems so much so that he didn’t block when the real Harry disarmed him. A cheer roared up from the right hand side of the battle, the death eaters closed ranks around their wandless leader.
Voldemort yanked Lucius Malfoy’s wand out of his hand, he shot a Killing Curse at Harry who exploded into a mound of dirt. Voldemort shrieked his frustration, the wand in his hand suddenly went flying as he had again been disarmed.
“You’re weak, Harry. You don’t have what it takes to kill.” Voldemort stole another wand from a death eater and exploded another Harry golem.
“Eventually Harry, you will run out of golems, very clever of you but it won’t save you.”
Voldemort sent a volley of spells at the remaining Harrys, most of whom exploded. The real Harry put up a Shield Charm and was thus discovered.
“I have you now, Harry Potter.” Hissed Voldemort, his smile was sickening to behold. He and Harry shouted a spell at each other at the same time. The two powerful spells met in the middle, colliding and rebounding. Each man was blown back against the ground and then lay still. The battle lay forgotten as each side rushed to their champion.
Sirius surged forward and dropped to the ground next to Harry’s body, he felt for a pulse. Hermione was at his side, cradling Harry’s head in her lap.
“Enervate!” Murmured Sirius, after which Harry began to stir.
“Look lively!” Cautioned Ron, coming up from behind.
Sirius and Hermione remembered the company they were in and regarded the death eaters they shared the field with warily, wands drawn. The death eaters looked uneasy which turned quickly into panic as Harry struggled to his feet. Voldemort was still down and wasn’t moving.
Ministry officials charged onto the field, once there they seemed unsure what course of action to take. The aurors on the right hand side of the field stepped out and met with the officials, taking charge of the situation.
The remaining death eaters began to put up a weak fight, they put themselves in front of the apparently lifeless body of Voldemort, unwilling to let the other side call him dead.
Sirius stepped away from Ron, Harry and Hermione to inform the aurors of the whereabouts of Bellatrix Lestrange. He turned back to Hermione in time to see her being dragged away with Ginny Weasley by Molly Weasley. Sirius cursed under his breath, he so wanted to put his hands on Hermione, to see for himself that she was alright.
He looked for Harry, walked over and drew him into a manly hug. “I’m proud of you, son.”
Harry had never looked happier.
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The grounds of Hogwarts were swarming with ministry officials, if things weren’t so helter skelter Hermione would have realized that this fact put her in some danger. Sirius learned too late from Kingsley Shacklebolt that they would be looking for her. He frantically searched the grounds, calling out to her, to Molly and to Ginny. Ron, Harry and Remus searched with him.
Hermione was in the infirmary of Hogwarts when the ministry officials came looking for her. They caught up to her before she could get away. She was confused as to why they would be looking for her until she remembered that the ministry hadn’t been cleaned out yet.
They asked to see her wedding band and then performed a complicated charm. A list of the times she and Sirius had coupled were displayed in the air, complete with dates, times and number of incidents. Hermione was mortified.
The ministry officials weren’t pleased with their findings, Hermione hadn’t missed a single week of sexual intercourse with Sirius. Hermione was close to tears, she had never felt more humiliated in her entire life.
Sirius barged into the infirmary, enraged by the look on Hermione’s face. “What are you doing to my wife?” Snarled Sirius as he strode forward, pulling Hermione away from the officials. Harry, Ron and Remus were hot on his heels.
“We were checking to see that your wife was in compliance. We’re taking a group to Azkaban tonight, we didn’t want to leave anybody out.” The senior official was seething, affronted that Sirius would dare take offence.
“Don’t you have your hands full?” Queried Harry, amazed that with all the death eaters under arrest they would bother with a student whose only potential crime was a lack of sex.
Molly Weasley returned to the infirmary with Ginny in tow, she had only left for a moment. “What’s going on here?”
Seeing that they were outnumbered and without grounds for arrest the ministry officials backed down and left. The second they were out of sight Hermione broke into sobs. Sirius encircled her in his arms and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m sorry, Hermione. Are you alright?” Sirius’ voice was a tender whisper.
Hermione didn’t get a chance to answer because the injured were being brought into the infirmary for care. Several workers from St. Mungo’s were with them, having just participated in the fight themselves. The small infirmary was quickly filling to capacity and since neither Hermione nor Sirius had any medical training they left to make more room. They were joined by Harry, Remus and Ron. The five of them were talking quietly outside the infirmary when Tonks came running up. She flung herself at Remus, knocking them both over.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Its just, well…you’re alright. I was so worried.” Remus stood and gave her a hand up.
“Aside from being knocked over,” he joked lightly. Tonks blushed deeply and apologized.
A weary looking Dumbledore ambled over and greeted them warmly, he seemed tired and older than he ever had. He informed them that the ministry and the aurors had taken control of the situation and that he was going to bed. He asked if anyone wanted to use his fireplace to return to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Sirius whispered in Hermione’s ear, “You’re coming home with me.”
She smiled weakly and nodded, there was no place she would rather be.
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Hermione was tired but still keyed up from the battle, so when he got her home the first thing she did was head toward the kitchen to make tea. She was keenly aware of his presence at her back, they still hadn’t dealt with her words to him. She wasn’t sure if now was the right time. She barely made it two steps into her destination when she felt herself spun around, her hands landing lightly on his chest. There was a fire in his eyes like she had never seen before. His intensity had always been mingled with doubt, that doubt was absent now.
“I love you!” He growled fiercely before pulling her flush against his body and claiming her in a brutal, bruising kiss. He walked her backwards into the wall and pressed his body into hers. He punished her with his lips for daring to put herself in danger, for almost dying right in front of his eyes.
When he finally released her from his kiss it took her a moment to catch her breath. This was a side to him she had never seen before, she wondered where this Sirius had been. She looked up to see him smiling at her with a self-satisfied grin. His kiss had her a little dizzy, a lot off balance and he knew it and was enjoying it. It slowly dawned on her that he had said something very important to her.
“What?”
“I said,” he began slowly, his voice rumbling just above a whisper. “I love you.” His lips ghosted across hers as he spoke before plunging her into another kiss. She slid her arms around his neck and fisted her hands in his hair.
“Oh, Sirius.” Her voice was trembling with emotion, “I love you, too.”
“Are you sure you want to make that tea?” He was still smug and very much in control.
“How did you know…” He cut her off before she could finish her thought.
“Its just that I can think of five or six things off the top of my head that I’d rather do instead of drink tea.” He nuzzled her neck while his fingers ran along her sides and across the skin on her stomach. He didn’t give her any real opportunity to answer, his mouth covered hers again in another heated kiss.
Hermione just nodded her head, she was grabbing onto his shoulders for support, he had her weak in the knees and breathless. Sirius chuckled softly under his breath and picked her up and carried her to bed.
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Sirius walked down the stairs in his boxer shorts and nothing else. He was whistling a merry tune. He ignored the very pointed stare of Molly Weasley. He grabbed a tray and proceeded to fill two plates full of breakfast foods. He poured a flask of pumpkin juice and grabbed two glasses. He conjured a vase and a rose to place in it.
“You can’t lock her away forever, Padfoot.” Remus had to chuckle at his friend.
Ever since Sirius watched the Hermione golem explode he had become incredibly possessive of her. After the final battle, after Harry had defeated Voldemort he had holed up in his room with Hermione.
Still whistling his tune, having said nothing to his house mates he left the kitchen for the stairs.
“I expect to see that girl today, Sirius.” Said Molly Weasley, rather sternly.
Sirius just grinned at her and proceeded up the stairs.
“Sirius!”
“Alright, Molly.”
He continued up the stairs, he stopped in front of his door, balanced the tray in one hand and entered. Hermione was right where he left her, naked and waiting for her breakfast.
She smiled softly at him, she knew he thought he was watching her die. Had her golem not been as close to her as it was, she would be dead.
“They’re all asking about you.” He conjured a table and chairs. He set breakfast out and invited her over.
She stood up and threw on her house robe. “Looks wonderful!”
“So, Mr. Black, when do you plan on releasing your prisoner?” She took a swallow of pumpkin juice.
“Never, you’re mine. But I’ll let you out of this room if you’re a very good girl.” He leered at her hungrily, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of her.
One breakfast and thirty minutes later found Hermione pinned naked under Sirius on the bed. He was busy with her mouth and he was taking his time. He had to let her leave the room when he was finished with her so he was determined to make it last.
“Do you remember the first night I made love to you?” His tongue was teasing the hollow of her throat.
Hermione released a soft moan before answering. “I was so scared. You were wonderful, I didn’t know it would feel so good.”
“I was so afraid of hurting you. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.” He reached for a breast, massaging it gently.
“You enjoyed it? I thought for sure I was…well…I don’t know…bad…” She apparently had given this a lot of thought, he hadn’t known about this little insecurity.
“Bad?” He chuckled to himself, mostly. “You were fresh, innocent…I was the only one there. I was someplace I knew I wasn’t supposed to be. There is something very appealing about innocence, Hermione.”
“Oh, I didn’t know.” She shied away from his gentle tickling, giggling softly.
“Exactly my point.” He licked at her neck and began to move slowly down her body.
“Oh, Siriussss…”
“God, I just love it when you say my name.” He licked at her belly button before continuing southward. When he reached her sex he kissed it before plunging his tongue in to find her clit. Hermione felt her body warm with the now familiar buzzing all throughout.
“Oh, God!” She moaned, “I love it when you do that.”
“I know,” he said cockily. “I know everything you love.” He took a firm hold of her thighs and kicked his tongue into high gear.
“I love you, you smug…oh, god…Sirius…” He pressed a finger into her and then another.
“I love you, too,” he chuckled softly. He began to pump his fingers into her, slowly at first and then in earnest. He swirled his tongue around her clit, relishing the sounds he could get her to make. He loved it when she came undone. She was so controlled most of the time but not with him. With him she was just a woman, he just a man.
She pressed herself urgently into his hand, she began to moan his name over and over until she was shouting it, begging him not to stop. He pumped his fingers faster and faster as her hips ground wretchedly into his hand and mouth until she began to shake. “I’m…I’m…” She never finished her thought, she was panting to heavily and moaning to much to get it out. Her orgasm hit hard and lit a fire that spread throughout her body.
“SILENCING CHARM!” Came up through the floor, carried up on Molly Weasley’s voice.
Hermione blushed, Molly Weasley had just heard them. She thought she would die from embarrassment.
“Ignore her,” said Sirius. He cupped her sex to help her calm down, he laid soft kisses all long her face and neck. “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, Sirius.” She snuggled deep into his body, while she thought about what had just transpired. “Set the charm, Sirius.” He reached for his wand and did as she asked.
“Did you ever think this would be us?” She shifted in the bed so that they were gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Not at first. I remember the day I knew I was in love with you. It was in Mexico, we had just arrived and you and Juana went swimming. I watched you play about in the water and I knew…” He pushed her onto her back and crawled between her legs.
“It happened in Mexico for me as well. Took me forever to figure it out.” She let her fingers slide into his hair.
“I had a feeling it was happening for you.” He stroked her hair gently out of her eyes. He slid his cock slowly into her waiting pussy. He watched as her features registered the pleasure of his sensual act.
He set a slow, teasing rhythm while he worked on her neck and breasts. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, all at the same time. He would never be able to get enough of her to truly satisfy him. He loved being enveloped in her deep warmth, every time he pulled back he couldn’t wait to plunge back in. He had to concentrate very hard to not let go and take what he wanted. He wanted this to last as long as possible.
“Tell me that you’re mine, baby. I need to hear it again.” She was lifting her hips to meet his, trying desperately to get him to move faster.
“Yours, I’m all yours. I’ll always be yours.” She thought she was going to go crazy if he didn’t stop teasing her and let her have what she wanted.
“Say it again, baby. Tell me one more time and I’ll give you what you want.” He teased her with one good hard thrust and then went back to his ruthless torture.
“Yours, just yours, Sirius.” She wanted him to do it again, to thrust into her like he meant it.
“Damn straight!” Sirius lifted her by the hips and pistoned in and out of her without mercy. Every muscle in his body flexed with his glorious exertion. They called out to each other as they flew higher and higher together. Sirius let a stream of passionate filth escape his lips, she encouraged and praised him.
“I’m so close baby, I can’t hold on much longer. Please come with me, come for me, come now.” The ball of tension he had so carefully built up exploded. She shook the bed while her pussy pulsed, milking him of every drop of come. He roared her name as he came, his thrusting became wild and unsteady.
He lay her little body back down on the bed and collapsed beside her, pulling her close. They whispered words of love to each other as they caught their breath.
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Number twelve, Grimmauld Place was jumping with people. The entire Weasley clan along with Harry, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Tonks and several other Order members were preparing for Christmas which was two weeks away. The house was being decorated by all hands and Christmas carols were being sung badly and out of key.
Hermione let Mrs. Weasley fuss over her all she wanted. Mrs. Weasley had seen the Hermione golem take the full blast of Bellatrix’s curse, she had also seen Sirius run to his wife’s rescue. Having them both safe and sound along with the rest of her family was more than she could have hoped for. She had taken quite a personal interest in their lives.
The house looked more and more festive as the day wore on, it was when they were close to finished that Hermione realized she hadn’t seen Sirius for an hour or so. She began to search for him, wondering what he was up to.
She didn’t hear his voice until she got close to his mother’s bedroom, he was in there with someone else. She listened closely as she crept closer and closer, she thought it would fun to take him by surprise. She recognized the second voice, it belonged to Remus.
“I know its here somewhere, I wish I knew where that miserable hag hid it.” Hermione could here drawers being pulled open and rummaged through. She walked softly, curious to find out what Remus and Sirius were up to.
“You could always buy her one.” Was she ‘her’? Buy one what? She crept a little closer, quiet as a mouse sensing she wasn’t supposed to be privy to this little interchange.
“No, its really quite stunning. I hate having to admit that there is something of my mother’s I liked.” He paused, she could hear him looking through things. “She deserves to wear something like that.” She heard more drawers being open and contents being spilled out.
“Do you think Kreacher made off with it?” She heard complete silence.
“If that miserable little…” Began Sirius before he was cut off by an angry Hermione.
“Sirius! Why can’t you be nice to Kreacher? He isn’t even here and you’re bad mouthing him.” Hermione stood in the doorway, glaring at Sirius with a little frown on her face.
“Hermione…I didn’t hear you. Sneaking about are we?” Sirius had a guilty grin on his face, Hermione sensed it had little to do with Kreacher.
Hermione chose to ignore his comment and let the issue with Kreacher die, she was curious to know what they were looking for. “Are you looking for something? Can I help?”
Sirius wasn’t sure how much she had heard and he really wanted it to be a surprise so he quickly thought up a lie. “My mother had the most marvelous collection of scarves, she was known for them. I just thought they would look beautiful on you.” He crossed the room to reach her, placing his hands on her hips and smiling down at her.
Hermione knew she was being manipulated, strangely she didn’t really care. The object of her affection was flattering her with his charm and it was working. “Did I spoil the surprise?”
“Well, just a tiny bit. Still you haven’t seen them yet, why don’t you let Remus and I try to find them for you.” He kissed her softly, turned her around and swatted her bottom.
“Well, alright I guess.” She took a reluctant step in the direction of the stairs.
Sirius relaxed into the doorframe and watched her leave down the hallway. He turned back into the room once she was on the stairs.
“Did your mother really have a collection of scarves?” Queried Lupin.
“Not to my knowledge, no.” Sirius continued his interrogation of his mother’s bedroom.
Sirius dumped the last of the drawers onto his mothers bed, a small collection of boxes fell out of it. Sirius began to open each one and peer inside, his gaze met with disappointment over and over. “Where did she put the blasted thing?”
Lupin stepped into a large closet, Sirius heard a series of soft bangs as he put the mess of drawers back to right. He heard a soft gasp come from the closet.
“Find something, Moony?” Sirius sounded hopeful.
“Several somethings, I daresay you’ll have to make a choice.” Remus was backing out of the closet with a large wooden box in hand.
Sirius walked over to help him, it was quite a large and heavy box. Together they set it on the bed, inside the box were a number of smaller boxes. Sirius began to open them, he looked thoroughly confused.
“I told you, there’s more than one.”
“I don’t understand…why so many?” Sirius scratched at the stubble on his jaw.
“Probably an heirloom thing, did she offer one to Regulus as well?” Remus picked through the boxes, admiring the contents.
“Not sure, she showed me, well, I guess one of them before I left for school that first year. Seemed to think I needed to start the selection early.” Sirius made a pained expression.
Remus chuckled at his friend. “So, which one is it going to be?”
“Well, I like these two…” Sirius examined the open boxes in earnest scrutiny. He set aside the two boxes he preferred.
“Merlin, look at this one…” Remus handed him a box.
“This is it! You found it Moony!” Sirius danced in place with a look of glee on his face. “God, look at all this excess. Remus, why don’t you take one.”
“I couldn’t…”
“They are going to sit in a box collecting dust.”
“Its too valuable, Pads. I can’t.”
“Well, don’t do it for me or yourself even. Think of it this way, this is a part of my cousin’s birthright.”
“You aren’t going to take no for answer are you?”
“Its unlikely.” Sirius headed for the bedroom door. “Take your time, Remus. Pick out the perfect one.” Sirius paraded happily out of the bedroom for the stairs. He stopped off at his room and then bounded down the stairs. He swaggered into the kitchen, quite full of himself.
“Find the scarves?” Asked Hermione sweetly.
“The what?” Replied Sirius, a bit slow on the uptake.
“Your mother’s scarves…the one’s you were looking for.” Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, she thought there was more to this than scarves.
“Oh, right, right…the scarves…yeah…found them all, found every one.” There was a hint of something sly in his voice and his expression was jubilant and smug.
“A bit happy for scarves, aren’t we?” Hermione sensed a secret, one that was being kept from her.
“Well, you haven’t seen these scarves, they’re real gems.” Sirius knew she was on to him but instead of admitting his guilt he toyed with her.
“I don’t even wear scarves, Sirius.” She let her frustration creep into her voice just a little.
“I think you’ll make an exception.” He grinned at her, letting her know a game was indeed afoot.
“That must be some collection.” Hermione grumbled, annoyed that he was having so much fun at her expense.
Sirius let out a bark of laughter. “You have no idea, Hermione. No idea at all.” He sauntered out of the kitchen still laughing.
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Hermione’s golem stepped in front of her and took the full force of the blast. Hermione herself fell to the ground, dropping her wand. Bellatrix moved in for the kill.
“You’ll pay for my nephew!” She shrieked, the madness evident in her wild eyes.
Bellatrix raised her wand again but before she could speak the words a jet of red light hit her square in the chest. She turned to her cousin, the surprise on her face was clear. She crumpled to the ground in a heap.
Sirius ran forward, ignorant of the battle raging around him. He ran up to Hermione, “Are you mad, Hermione!”
“I thought she was gonna kill me! If you hadn’t been there…” Hermione pulled herself together, now was not the time.
Sirius removed Bellatrix’s wand, broke it and then bound her magically.
“Where’s Harry?” Demanded Sirius, he and Dumbledore had envisioned a more controlled environment for this to take place in.
Hermione looked around and gasped, Harry had just squared off with Voldemort. The snake Nagini lay dead at Ron’s feet. “Its time,” she whispered.
Together Sirius and Hermione dueled death eaters as they pressed their way closer to Harry and Voldemort. Hermione and Sirius’ plan for the golems was working out well. Some of the vaguely human golems were successful at disarming death eaters, others were willing sacrifices, protecting the lives they were intended to.
Voldemort was terribly confused by the Harry golems so much so that he didn’t block when the real Harry disarmed him. A cheer roared up from the right hand side of the battle, the death eaters closed ranks around their wandless leader.
Voldemort yanked Lucius Malfoy’s wand out of his hand, he shot a Killing Curse at Harry who exploded into a mound of dirt. Voldemort shrieked his frustration, the wand in his hand suddenly went flying as he had again been disarmed.
“You’re weak, Harry. You don’t have what it takes to kill.” Voldemort stole another wand from a death eater and exploded another Harry golem.
“Eventually Harry, you will run out of golems, very clever of you but it won’t save you.”
Voldemort sent a volley of spells at the remaining Harrys, most of whom exploded. The real Harry put up a Shield Charm and was thus discovered.
“I have you now, Harry Potter.” Hissed Voldemort, his smile was sickening to behold. He and Harry shouted a spell at each other at the same time. The two powerful spells met in the middle, colliding and rebounding. Each man was blown back against the ground and then lay still. The battle lay forgotten as each side rushed to their champion.
Sirius surged forward and dropped to the ground next to Harry’s body, he felt for a pulse. Hermione was at his side, cradling Harry’s head in her lap.
“Enervate!” Murmured Sirius, after which Harry began to stir.
“Look lively!” Cautioned Ron, coming up from behind.
Sirius and Hermione remembered the company they were in and regarded the death eaters they shared the field with warily, wands drawn. The death eaters looked uneasy which turned quickly into panic as Harry struggled to his feet. Voldemort was still down and wasn’t moving.
Ministry officials charged onto the field, once there they seemed unsure what course of action to take. The aurors on the right hand side of the field stepped out and met with the officials, taking charge of the situation.
The remaining death eaters began to put up a weak fight, they put themselves in front of the apparently lifeless body of Voldemort, unwilling to let the other side call him dead.
Sirius stepped away from Ron, Harry and Hermione to inform the aurors of the whereabouts of Bellatrix Lestrange. He turned back to Hermione in time to see her being dragged away with Ginny Weasley by Molly Weasley. Sirius cursed under his breath, he so wanted to put his hands on Hermione, to see for himself that she was alright.
He looked for Harry, walked over and drew him into a manly hug. “I’m proud of you, son.”
Harry had never looked happier.
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The grounds of Hogwarts were swarming with ministry officials, if things weren’t so helter skelter Hermione would have realized that this fact put her in some danger. Sirius learned too late from Kingsley Shacklebolt that they would be looking for her. He frantically searched the grounds, calling out to her, to Molly and to Ginny. Ron, Harry and Remus searched with him.
Hermione was in the infirmary of Hogwarts when the ministry officials came looking for her. They caught up to her before she could get away. She was confused as to why they would be looking for her until she remembered that the ministry hadn’t been cleaned out yet.
They asked to see her wedding band and then performed a complicated charm. A list of the times she and Sirius had coupled were displayed in the air, complete with dates, times and number of incidents. Hermione was mortified.
The ministry officials weren’t pleased with their findings, Hermione hadn’t missed a single week of sexual intercourse with Sirius. Hermione was close to tears, she had never felt more humiliated in her entire life.
Sirius barged into the infirmary, enraged by the look on Hermione’s face. “What are you doing to my wife?” Snarled Sirius as he strode forward, pulling Hermione away from the officials. Harry, Ron and Remus were hot on his heels.
“We were checking to see that your wife was in compliance. We’re taking a group to Azkaban tonight, we didn’t want to leave anybody out.” The senior official was seething, affronted that Sirius would dare take offence.
“Don’t you have your hands full?” Queried Harry, amazed that with all the death eaters under arrest they would bother with a student whose only potential crime was a lack of sex.
Molly Weasley returned to the infirmary with Ginny in tow, she had only left for a moment. “What’s going on here?”
Seeing that they were outnumbered and without grounds for arrest the ministry officials backed down and left. The second they were out of sight Hermione broke into sobs. Sirius encircled her in his arms and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m sorry, Hermione. Are you alright?” Sirius’ voice was a tender whisper.
Hermione didn’t get a chance to answer because the injured were being brought into the infirmary for care. Several workers from St. Mungo’s were with them, having just participated in the fight themselves. The small infirmary was quickly filling to capacity and since neither Hermione nor Sirius had any medical training they left to make more room. They were joined by Harry, Remus and Ron. The five of them were talking quietly outside the infirmary when Tonks came running up. She flung herself at Remus, knocking them both over.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Its just, well…you’re alright. I was so worried.” Remus stood and gave her a hand up.
“Aside from being knocked over,” he joked lightly. Tonks blushed deeply and apologized.
A weary looking Dumbledore ambled over and greeted them warmly, he seemed tired and older than he ever had. He informed them that the ministry and the aurors had taken control of the situation and that he was going to bed. He asked if anyone wanted to use his fireplace to return to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
Sirius whispered in Hermione’s ear, “You’re coming home with me.”
She smiled weakly and nodded, there was no place she would rather be.
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Hermione was tired but still keyed up from the battle, so when he got her home the first thing she did was head toward the kitchen to make tea. She was keenly aware of his presence at her back, they still hadn’t dealt with her words to him. She wasn’t sure if now was the right time. She barely made it two steps into her destination when she felt herself spun around, her hands landing lightly on his chest. There was a fire in his eyes like she had never seen before. His intensity had always been mingled with doubt, that doubt was absent now.
“I love you!” He growled fiercely before pulling her flush against his body and claiming her in a brutal, bruising kiss. He walked her backwards into the wall and pressed his body into hers. He punished her with his lips for daring to put herself in danger, for almost dying right in front of his eyes.
When he finally released her from his kiss it took her a moment to catch her breath. This was a side to him she had never seen before, she wondered where this Sirius had been. She looked up to see him smiling at her with a self-satisfied grin. His kiss had her a little dizzy, a lot off balance and he knew it and was enjoying it. It slowly dawned on her that he had said something very important to her.
“What?”
“I said,” he began slowly, his voice rumbling just above a whisper. “I love you.” His lips ghosted across hers as he spoke before plunging her into another kiss. She slid her arms around his neck and fisted her hands in his hair.
“Oh, Sirius.” Her voice was trembling with emotion, “I love you, too.”
“Are you sure you want to make that tea?” He was still smug and very much in control.
“How did you know…” He cut her off before she could finish her thought.
“Its just that I can think of five or six things off the top of my head that I’d rather do instead of drink tea.” He nuzzled her neck while his fingers ran along her sides and across the skin on her stomach. He didn’t give her any real opportunity to answer, his mouth covered hers again in another heated kiss.
Hermione just nodded her head, she was grabbing onto his shoulders for support, he had her weak in the knees and breathless. Sirius chuckled softly under his breath and picked her up and carried her to bed.
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Sirius walked down the stairs in his boxer shorts and nothing else. He was whistling a merry tune. He ignored the very pointed stare of Molly Weasley. He grabbed a tray and proceeded to fill two plates full of breakfast foods. He poured a flask of pumpkin juice and grabbed two glasses. He conjured a vase and a rose to place in it.
“You can’t lock her away forever, Padfoot.” Remus had to chuckle at his friend.
Ever since Sirius watched the Hermione golem explode he had become incredibly possessive of her. After the final battle, after Harry had defeated Voldemort he had holed up in his room with Hermione.
Still whistling his tune, having said nothing to his house mates he left the kitchen for the stairs.
“I expect to see that girl today, Sirius.” Said Molly Weasley, rather sternly.
Sirius just grinned at her and proceeded up the stairs.
“Sirius!”
“Alright, Molly.”
He continued up the stairs, he stopped in front of his door, balanced the tray in one hand and entered. Hermione was right where he left her, naked and waiting for her breakfast.
She smiled softly at him, she knew he thought he was watching her die. Had her golem not been as close to her as it was, she would be dead.
“They’re all asking about you.” He conjured a table and chairs. He set breakfast out and invited her over.
She stood up and threw on her house robe. “Looks wonderful!”
“So, Mr. Black, when do you plan on releasing your prisoner?” She took a swallow of pumpkin juice.
“Never, you’re mine. But I’ll let you out of this room if you’re a very good girl.” He leered at her hungrily, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of her.
One breakfast and thirty minutes later found Hermione pinned naked under Sirius on the bed. He was busy with her mouth and he was taking his time. He had to let her leave the room when he was finished with her so he was determined to make it last.
“Do you remember the first night I made love to you?” His tongue was teasing the hollow of her throat.
Hermione released a soft moan before answering. “I was so scared. You were wonderful, I didn’t know it would feel so good.”
“I was so afraid of hurting you. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.” He reached for a breast, massaging it gently.
“You enjoyed it? I thought for sure I was…well…I don’t know…bad…” She apparently had given this a lot of thought, he hadn’t known about this little insecurity.
“Bad?” He chuckled to himself, mostly. “You were fresh, innocent…I was the only one there. I was someplace I knew I wasn’t supposed to be. There is something very appealing about innocence, Hermione.”
“Oh, I didn’t know.” She shied away from his gentle tickling, giggling softly.
“Exactly my point.” He licked at her neck and began to move slowly down her body.
“Oh, Siriussss…”
“God, I just love it when you say my name.” He licked at her belly button before continuing southward. When he reached her sex he kissed it before plunging his tongue in to find her clit. Hermione felt her body warm with the now familiar buzzing all throughout.
“Oh, God!” She moaned, “I love it when you do that.”
“I know,” he said cockily. “I know everything you love.” He took a firm hold of her thighs and kicked his tongue into high gear.
“I love you, you smug…oh, god…Sirius…” He pressed a finger into her and then another.
“I love you, too,” he chuckled softly. He began to pump his fingers into her, slowly at first and then in earnest. He swirled his tongue around her clit, relishing the sounds he could get her to make. He loved it when she came undone. She was so controlled most of the time but not with him. With him she was just a woman, he just a man.
She pressed herself urgently into his hand, she began to moan his name over and over until she was shouting it, begging him not to stop. He pumped his fingers faster and faster as her hips ground wretchedly into his hand and mouth until she began to shake. “I’m…I’m…” She never finished her thought, she was panting to heavily and moaning to much to get it out. Her orgasm hit hard and lit a fire that spread throughout her body.
“SILENCING CHARM!” Came up through the floor, carried up on Molly Weasley’s voice.
Hermione blushed, Molly Weasley had just heard them. She thought she would die from embarrassment.
“Ignore her,” said Sirius. He cupped her sex to help her calm down, he laid soft kisses all long her face and neck. “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, Sirius.” She snuggled deep into his body, while she thought about what had just transpired. “Set the charm, Sirius.” He reached for his wand and did as she asked.
“Did you ever think this would be us?” She shifted in the bed so that they were gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Not at first. I remember the day I knew I was in love with you. It was in Mexico, we had just arrived and you and Juana went swimming. I watched you play about in the water and I knew…” He pushed her onto her back and crawled between her legs.
“It happened in Mexico for me as well. Took me forever to figure it out.” She let her fingers slide into his hair.
“I had a feeling it was happening for you.” He stroked her hair gently out of her eyes. He slid his cock slowly into her waiting pussy. He watched as her features registered the pleasure of his sensual act.
He set a slow, teasing rhythm while he worked on her neck and breasts. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, all at the same time. He would never be able to get enough of her to truly satisfy him. He loved being enveloped in her deep warmth, every time he pulled back he couldn’t wait to plunge back in. He had to concentrate very hard to not let go and take what he wanted. He wanted this to last as long as possible.
“Tell me that you’re mine, baby. I need to hear it again.” She was lifting her hips to meet his, trying desperately to get him to move faster.
“Yours, I’m all yours. I’ll always be yours.” She thought she was going to go crazy if he didn’t stop teasing her and let her have what she wanted.
“Say it again, baby. Tell me one more time and I’ll give you what you want.” He teased her with one good hard thrust and then went back to his ruthless torture.
“Yours, just yours, Sirius.” She wanted him to do it again, to thrust into her like he meant it.
“Damn straight!” Sirius lifted her by the hips and pistoned in and out of her without mercy. Every muscle in his body flexed with his glorious exertion. They called out to each other as they flew higher and higher together. Sirius let a stream of passionate filth escape his lips, she encouraged and praised him.
“I’m so close baby, I can’t hold on much longer. Please come with me, come for me, come now.” The ball of tension he had so carefully built up exploded. She shook the bed while her pussy pulsed, milking him of every drop of come. He roared her name as he came, his thrusting became wild and unsteady.
He lay her little body back down on the bed and collapsed beside her, pulling her close. They whispered words of love to each other as they caught their breath.
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Number twelve, Grimmauld Place was jumping with people. The entire Weasley clan along with Harry, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Tonks and several other Order members were preparing for Christmas which was two weeks away. The house was being decorated by all hands and Christmas carols were being sung badly and out of key.
Hermione let Mrs. Weasley fuss over her all she wanted. Mrs. Weasley had seen the Hermione golem take the full blast of Bellatrix’s curse, she had also seen Sirius run to his wife’s rescue. Having them both safe and sound along with the rest of her family was more than she could have hoped for. She had taken quite a personal interest in their lives.
The house looked more and more festive as the day wore on, it was when they were close to finished that Hermione realized she hadn’t seen Sirius for an hour or so. She began to search for him, wondering what he was up to.
She didn’t hear his voice until she got close to his mother’s bedroom, he was in there with someone else. She listened closely as she crept closer and closer, she thought it would fun to take him by surprise. She recognized the second voice, it belonged to Remus.
“I know its here somewhere, I wish I knew where that miserable hag hid it.” Hermione could here drawers being pulled open and rummaged through. She walked softly, curious to find out what Remus and Sirius were up to.
“You could always buy her one.” Was she ‘her’? Buy one what? She crept a little closer, quiet as a mouse sensing she wasn’t supposed to be privy to this little interchange.
“No, its really quite stunning. I hate having to admit that there is something of my mother’s I liked.” He paused, she could hear him looking through things. “She deserves to wear something like that.” She heard more drawers being open and contents being spilled out.
“Do you think Kreacher made off with it?” She heard complete silence.
“If that miserable little…” Began Sirius before he was cut off by an angry Hermione.
“Sirius! Why can’t you be nice to Kreacher? He isn’t even here and you’re bad mouthing him.” Hermione stood in the doorway, glaring at Sirius with a little frown on her face.
“Hermione…I didn’t hear you. Sneaking about are we?” Sirius had a guilty grin on his face, Hermione sensed it had little to do with Kreacher.
Hermione chose to ignore his comment and let the issue with Kreacher die, she was curious to know what they were looking for. “Are you looking for something? Can I help?”
Sirius wasn’t sure how much she had heard and he really wanted it to be a surprise so he quickly thought up a lie. “My mother had the most marvelous collection of scarves, she was known for them. I just thought they would look beautiful on you.” He crossed the room to reach her, placing his hands on her hips and smiling down at her.
Hermione knew she was being manipulated, strangely she didn’t really care. The object of her affection was flattering her with his charm and it was working. “Did I spoil the surprise?”
“Well, just a tiny bit. Still you haven’t seen them yet, why don’t you let Remus and I try to find them for you.” He kissed her softly, turned her around and swatted her bottom.
“Well, alright I guess.” She took a reluctant step in the direction of the stairs.
Sirius relaxed into the doorframe and watched her leave down the hallway. He turned back into the room once she was on the stairs.
“Did your mother really have a collection of scarves?” Queried Lupin.
“Not to my knowledge, no.” Sirius continued his interrogation of his mother’s bedroom.
Sirius dumped the last of the drawers onto his mothers bed, a small collection of boxes fell out of it. Sirius began to open each one and peer inside, his gaze met with disappointment over and over. “Where did she put the blasted thing?”
Lupin stepped into a large closet, Sirius heard a series of soft bangs as he put the mess of drawers back to right. He heard a soft gasp come from the closet.
“Find something, Moony?” Sirius sounded hopeful.
“Several somethings, I daresay you’ll have to make a choice.” Remus was backing out of the closet with a large wooden box in hand.
Sirius walked over to help him, it was quite a large and heavy box. Together they set it on the bed, inside the box were a number of smaller boxes. Sirius began to open them, he looked thoroughly confused.
“I told you, there’s more than one.”
“I don’t understand…why so many?” Sirius scratched at the stubble on his jaw.
“Probably an heirloom thing, did she offer one to Regulus as well?” Remus picked through the boxes, admiring the contents.
“Not sure, she showed me, well, I guess one of them before I left for school that first year. Seemed to think I needed to start the selection early.” Sirius made a pained expression.
Remus chuckled at his friend. “So, which one is it going to be?”
“Well, I like these two…” Sirius examined the open boxes in earnest scrutiny. He set aside the two boxes he preferred.
“Merlin, look at this one…” Remus handed him a box.
“This is it! You found it Moony!” Sirius danced in place with a look of glee on his face. “God, look at all this excess. Remus, why don’t you take one.”
“I couldn’t…”
“They are going to sit in a box collecting dust.”
“Its too valuable, Pads. I can’t.”
“Well, don’t do it for me or yourself even. Think of it this way, this is a part of my cousin’s birthright.”
“You aren’t going to take no for answer are you?”
“Its unlikely.” Sirius headed for the bedroom door. “Take your time, Remus. Pick out the perfect one.” Sirius paraded happily out of the bedroom for the stairs. He stopped off at his room and then bounded down the stairs. He swaggered into the kitchen, quite full of himself.
“Find the scarves?” Asked Hermione sweetly.
“The what?” Replied Sirius, a bit slow on the uptake.
“Your mother’s scarves…the one’s you were looking for.” Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, she thought there was more to this than scarves.
“Oh, right, right…the scarves…yeah…found them all, found every one.” There was a hint of something sly in his voice and his expression was jubilant and smug.
“A bit happy for scarves, aren’t we?” Hermione sensed a secret, one that was being kept from her.
“Well, you haven’t seen these scarves, they’re real gems.” Sirius knew she was on to him but instead of admitting his guilt he toyed with her.
“I don’t even wear scarves, Sirius.” She let her frustration creep into her voice just a little.
“I think you’ll make an exception.” He grinned at her, letting her know a game was indeed afoot.
“That must be some collection.” Hermione grumbled, annoyed that he was having so much fun at her expense.
Sirius let out a bark of laughter. “You have no idea, Hermione. No idea at all.” He sauntered out of the kitchen still laughing.