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Happy Christmas
NC17
After a long heartfelt discussion Hermione and Sirius decided to keep the wedding bands they were bonded with. Without the simple gold bands that adorned their hands they probably wouldn’t have found each other.
Hermione and Sirius stood in the Office for the Control of Unmarried Muggleborns. The ministry had gone through an overhaul, anyone found bearing the Dark Mark was summarily dismissed and had an investigation opened on them. The aurors were very busy these days.
This particular office was an embarrassment to the ministry, they wanted it gone as soon as possible. Hermione and Sirius stood waiting for help, watching the bustling activity of an office being dismantled. The same clerk that had helped Sirius walked up to the counter looking harried, he had reason to worry that he would be dismissed when this was all over. Everyone else had already been chucked out, he had the feeling he was only there to finalize the ending.
“If you wish to get a divorce this is the wrong office.” The clerk wiped his brow and eyed Sirius nervously.
“No, that’s not it. We want the charm removed from the rings, please.” Hermione spoke up quickly, she had seen the look Sirius gave the clerk.
“Oh, certainly. There’s no one monitoring them anymore though.” The clerk pulled his wand out of his robes.
“All the same,” said Sirius. “We’d rather know that no one is listening in.”
The clerk waved his wand over Hermione’s ring and then Sirius’, each ring glowed and warmed slightly and then went cold.
Sirius eyed the clerk with distrust, he waved his wand over Hermione’s ring, casting a few charms to force the ring to reveal any enchantments it might still have. He then did the same thing to his own ring. Finally satisfied that the rings were spell free, he and Hermione returned to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
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Sirius and Hermione were barely through the door when he pushed her up against the wall, he stunned his mother’s portrait before she could say a word. Hermione was a little panicked because she could hear voices from within the house. She understood his passion, they had never made love without the ministry looking over their shoulder before. She needed to get him up the stairs if she could.
“Sirius…”
“Shh…we don’t want anyone to hear, now do we?” He nipped at the place on her throat that he knew drove her crazy. His hands were roaming all over her, he kicked her legs apart and pressed his body up against hers.
Hermione bit her lip to stifle the moan, he was making it difficult for her to think rationally. Hearing Molly Weasley’s voice float from the kitchen cleared her brain a bit.
“Not here, Sirius. We’re going to get caught.” She said in a tight whisper.
Sirius pushed her shirt and bra up and rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, he reached his hand up her skirt and into her knickers. He dragged his thumb across her clit and kissed her hard, swallowing her moan.
“Remember the kitchen table? Just like that, baby.” His lips trailed down her neck, she whimpered to keep from moaning.
“Sirius if Mrs. Weasley catches us…” He cut her off with a kiss, the harder she protested the more he wanted it.
Hermione gave up, it was easy to do, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She silently prayed they had enough time before they were caught.
“Alright, alright. But Hurry.”
Sirius grinned wickedly at her, he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him. He lifted her against the wall, she wrapped her legs tightly around him. He opened his pants, pushed her knickers to the side and slid into her moist heat.
Hermione had to bite his shoulder to keep from making a sound, he took her hard and fast, his thumb never left her clit. She kept her face buried in his shoulder, if they did get caught she didn’t want to see it coming.
Sirius on the other hand kept his eyes trained on the doorway to the kitchen. He knew they only had a few moments, he felt her pussy begin to twitch around him. He pumped into her harder and faster.
“Come for me, baby.”
Hermione couldn’t help the muffled moan that escaped as she came. She pulled Sirius along with her, milking his cock of every drop. She looked up in horror as Harry and Ron rounded out of the kitchen into the hallway. Ron stared, his mouth agape until he was roughly pushed back into the kitchen by Harry.
“Did you see that?” Said Ron loudly.
“Shut it!” Hissed Harry.
Hermione groaned, Sirius let her off the wall and she fled to the safety of their room.
“What’s going on?” Called Mrs. Weasley who came out of the kitchen in time to see a Hermione sized blur scamper up the staircase and Sirius zipping up his pants.
“Sirius Black! What have I told you about using this house as your private bordello?” Molly advanced on him waving a wooden spoon. If she could reach him she was going to smack him with it. “There is an underage girl in this house and I don’t want her getting lessons from you!”
He had forgotten Ginny was in the house, he suddenly realized he was in a lot of trouble. Sirius made a dash for the stairs, swinging around the banister and then rushing off to his room. When he got inside he performed a rather complicated locking charm.
“I’ve got to start using my head.” Sirius was breathing heavily, he held his breath for a moment to see if he could hear Molly on the stairs.
“What happened?” She had never seen Sirius look so…afraid.
“Ginny Weasley.”
“What about Ginny?”
“I forgot she was in the house, she could have seen us.” He put his head in his hands, the sooner they had their own place the better.
“She’s already seen us.” Hermione was blushing.
“What? When?” Sirius was mortified, fun was fun but he didn’t fancy an underage girl watching him shag.
“We didn’t close the downstairs bathroom door all the way. She just loved telling me about that one. Had herself a good giggle.” Hermione remembered the way that Ginny laughed as she reproduced the sounds she and Sirius had made.
“Molly’s not going to be happy about that.”
Hermione was thinking that she wasn’t thrilled about it and yet they kept it up. The places they hadn’t had sex in yet were dwindling.
“Ginny wouldn’t tell her mother, besides she’s not far from doing the same with Harry.”
“Oh, well done Harry!” Hermione slapped him playfully. “What? It’s a guy thing.”
“It’s crass.”
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”
“Sirius, I love what we do but couldn’t we be a little more careful?” Hermione felt a wave of dread over having to face the house and her friends.
“I’m sorry Hermione. I don’t know what comes over me sometimes.” He hated having embarrassed her, it seemed that he was always hurting the people he cared about by doing something he considered fun.
“Come on, we better go face Molly.” Hermione stood up and walked to the door.
“I-I’m not going downstairs.” Sirius was shaking his head, Molly was fierce in defense of her young.
“Coward! I thought you were a Gryffindor.” Hermione put her hand on the doorknob and looked back at Sirius with a raised eyebrow.
“So’s she,” he said darkly.
“Sirius it’s almost Christmas, we’ll let her have her say and then everything will go back to normal.” Hermione pulled the door open and gestured to him, beckoning him to follow her out.
“Fine, but if I can’t give you children after she’s done with me it won’t be my fault.”
Hermione’s heart skipped a little beat at the mention of children. The thought put a smile on her face, she met his eyes for a brief moment. They both realized what he had just said. She had given a snappy return but he didn’t understand her, it was as if she didn’t speak English. All he could see for the moment was Hermione swelling with their child. He totally lost the train of their conversation. There was a long pause before he spoke.
“I’m sorry, I think I’m supposed to say something here.” He spoke softly and leaned into her and kissed her, his lips barely touching hers. He placed his hand over her belly. “Is that something you’d like to do someday?”
Hermione put her small hand over his larger one and nodded. “Very much so.”
“You make me so happy. I haven’t felt this happy in years and its all because of you.” He lifted both hands to cup her face. He poured his heart into the kiss, she was his light, his life and his future. He pulled back and smiled. “Come on, we’d better get down to Molly.”
Unfortunately Molly was furious, she lit into Sirius and Hermione fiercely. When she was done with them they retreated to their room to lick their wounds. Molly pointed out a few things that Sirius hadn’t considered. She railed against him for having such little regard for Hermione, to put her in a situation that led to such embarrassment.
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Christmas Day started early for Hermione who was helping Molly and Ginny prepare the meal. They were expecting a full house that day. In addition to the Weasley’s, Hermione, Sirius, Harry, Remus and Tonks they were being joined by Ted and Andromeda. It was guaranteed to be a full house.
Molly was still a little terse with Hermione and her only interaction with Sirius was to glower. She was understanding when it came to the friskiness of new love but she drew the line at her daughter. She didn’t want Ginny exposed to the Sirius and Hermione show.
The whole house had heard about it, Sirius was regretting his impetuousness and continued to defend Hermione’s innocence. Sirius had a reputation for acting on impulse when his blood was up. He felt horrible that she was dragged into his bad behavior. He hadn’t thought, he had just acted, done what he wanted to do, when he wanted to do it.
The Weasley men didn’t follow Molly’s take on it, the reactions were mixed. Ginny herself thought her mother was over reacting and told her as much. Bill and Charlie were surprised at Hermione and a little amused at Sirius. Fred and George still felt that Sirius was a kindred spirit and thought it was good for Hermione to loosen up a little, even if this was a bit much. Ron thought that Sirius was being careless with Hermione. Harry felt that too but had a harder time standing in judgment of Sirius.
Remus was only surprised at Hermione, it wasn’t like her to be so thoughtless with her dignity. This type of behavior was well within Sirius’ scope however as Remus remembered only too well. Remus pondered at the effect they had on each other. They were both happier but a good deal more reckless. He wasn’t sure what would make Hermione pay more attention to what she was doing but he knew that Sirius tended to learn only through his mistakes.
The house was subdued for a Christmas morning, there was a level of discomfort brought on by yesterday’s event. Hermione resolutely joined in the Christmas festivity even though she was still embarrassed. Sirius however was up in their room, brooding and berating himself. He had been careless with her and it was making him miserable.
Hermione didn’t know about his absence until she ventured into the drawing room and noticed he was gone.
“Where’s Sirius?”
She got a room full of looks but no one spoke up.
“Has anyone seen my husband?” Her voice was a little tense.
Remus spoke up, “He’s in your bedroom, he’s been up there for hours.”
Hermione made her way up to their bedroom and closed the door behind her, he was sitting in a chair, brooding.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“What?”
“Sirius, please stop this. Come downstairs and join us. We all want you down there.”
“I’ve done it again, Hermione. I hurt someone I care about.”
“Sirius I’m just as much to blame as you are.” Hermione climbed into his lap and nuzzled his neck to make her point.
“If it weren’t for me…” He pushed her back, unwilling to accept her entreaty.
“If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be the happiest I’ve ever been. This is silly, come downstairs.” She pressed her body close, refusing to be ignored.
“Just like Remus,” he muttered darkly.
“You are comparing that to endangering someone’s life.” Her voice was tinged with anger.
“No, well…I don’t know.”
“What we did was probably wrong but do you know how it made me feel?”
“Ashamed, embarrassed…”
“Sexy, desirable, wanted, needed…”
He looked up at her, she was starting to get through. “I wanted you too, Sirius. Right there, up against that wall, as soon as I could get my hands you.”
“You did?”
“Merlin, Sirius! Are you really this dense? You didn’t take advantage of me, I was right there with you. Now come downstairs. It’s Christmas and I can’t enjoy it without you.”
He reluctantly allowed himself to be led downstairs, he was surprised at how warmly he was greeted. He thought it would be different. He sat in a chair and Hermione promptly got into his lap and together they got over their little mistake. They laughed at the good natured ribbing and by the time Ted and Andromeda showed up the atmosphere in the house was where it should be.
Sirius was pleased with his gift from Hermione, he wondered how she had afforded it which led him to think of something else. He wanted her to have equal access to his Grigotts account, he decided to take her to Diagon Alley after Christmas and set that up.
Hermione was beginning to wonder where her gift from Sirius was, he was being very mysterious about it. He told her it was a big surprise and that she would have to wait until after the Christmas meal to get it. The suspense was eating her alive, she kept trying to weasel information out of him. The more she pried the better he liked it, he loved this little game.
Finally when dinner was over people began to disappear, she assumed they had gone to their rooms to sleep the meal off. It wasn’t until the house was completely empty of human inhabitants that she became suspicious.
Sirius called her into the drawing room, he told her he had to take her somewhere to give her his present. Hermione already thought the present must be quite something, he was going to a lot of trouble to give it to her. He gave her the address, she stepped into the fireplace and disappeared into whirl of green flames.
Hermione stepped out of the fireplace into a strange home, she had never been here before. It was filled with the people who had been at Grimmauld for Christmas they were all grinning madly at her. She felt Sirius wrap his arms around her. “Happy Christmas, baby. What do you think, do you like it?”
“What?”
“I bought this place year’s ago. I always thought it would be a nice place to raise a family.”
“Oh, Sirius.” She spun in his arms and threw her arms around his neck.
“This isn’t your only present, baby.” He handed her a little green box. She took it from him with trembling fingers. She opened the box and gasped. It was a ring, an engagement ring. The single large diamond was surround by emeralds. It was stunning. “How about we have that ceremony we skipped, you deserve your big day.”
Hermione picked the ring out of the box. The moment she touched it Sirius knew something was wrong. It looked like an electric current was running through her, the ring dropped from her fingers. Sirius caught her before she hit the ground, she was convulsing uncontrollably.
The ring rolled to Andromeda’s feet, she looked at the box and then at the ring. “Are you mad?” She rushed forward with the ring in her fingers. “She’s muggleborn, Sirius. It could kill her! Get her to St. Mungo’s, get her there now!”
Happy Christmas
NC17
After a long heartfelt discussion Hermione and Sirius decided to keep the wedding bands they were bonded with. Without the simple gold bands that adorned their hands they probably wouldn’t have found each other.
Hermione and Sirius stood in the Office for the Control of Unmarried Muggleborns. The ministry had gone through an overhaul, anyone found bearing the Dark Mark was summarily dismissed and had an investigation opened on them. The aurors were very busy these days.
This particular office was an embarrassment to the ministry, they wanted it gone as soon as possible. Hermione and Sirius stood waiting for help, watching the bustling activity of an office being dismantled. The same clerk that had helped Sirius walked up to the counter looking harried, he had reason to worry that he would be dismissed when this was all over. Everyone else had already been chucked out, he had the feeling he was only there to finalize the ending.
“If you wish to get a divorce this is the wrong office.” The clerk wiped his brow and eyed Sirius nervously.
“No, that’s not it. We want the charm removed from the rings, please.” Hermione spoke up quickly, she had seen the look Sirius gave the clerk.
“Oh, certainly. There’s no one monitoring them anymore though.” The clerk pulled his wand out of his robes.
“All the same,” said Sirius. “We’d rather know that no one is listening in.”
The clerk waved his wand over Hermione’s ring and then Sirius’, each ring glowed and warmed slightly and then went cold.
Sirius eyed the clerk with distrust, he waved his wand over Hermione’s ring, casting a few charms to force the ring to reveal any enchantments it might still have. He then did the same thing to his own ring. Finally satisfied that the rings were spell free, he and Hermione returned to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
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Sirius and Hermione were barely through the door when he pushed her up against the wall, he stunned his mother’s portrait before she could say a word. Hermione was a little panicked because she could hear voices from within the house. She understood his passion, they had never made love without the ministry looking over their shoulder before. She needed to get him up the stairs if she could.
“Sirius…”
“Shh…we don’t want anyone to hear, now do we?” He nipped at the place on her throat that he knew drove her crazy. His hands were roaming all over her, he kicked her legs apart and pressed his body up against hers.
Hermione bit her lip to stifle the moan, he was making it difficult for her to think rationally. Hearing Molly Weasley’s voice float from the kitchen cleared her brain a bit.
“Not here, Sirius. We’re going to get caught.” She said in a tight whisper.
Sirius pushed her shirt and bra up and rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, he reached his hand up her skirt and into her knickers. He dragged his thumb across her clit and kissed her hard, swallowing her moan.
“Remember the kitchen table? Just like that, baby.” His lips trailed down her neck, she whimpered to keep from moaning.
“Sirius if Mrs. Weasley catches us…” He cut her off with a kiss, the harder she protested the more he wanted it.
Hermione gave up, it was easy to do, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She silently prayed they had enough time before they were caught.
“Alright, alright. But Hurry.”
Sirius grinned wickedly at her, he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him. He lifted her against the wall, she wrapped her legs tightly around him. He opened his pants, pushed her knickers to the side and slid into her moist heat.
Hermione had to bite his shoulder to keep from making a sound, he took her hard and fast, his thumb never left her clit. She kept her face buried in his shoulder, if they did get caught she didn’t want to see it coming.
Sirius on the other hand kept his eyes trained on the doorway to the kitchen. He knew they only had a few moments, he felt her pussy begin to twitch around him. He pumped into her harder and faster.
“Come for me, baby.”
Hermione couldn’t help the muffled moan that escaped as she came. She pulled Sirius along with her, milking his cock of every drop. She looked up in horror as Harry and Ron rounded out of the kitchen into the hallway. Ron stared, his mouth agape until he was roughly pushed back into the kitchen by Harry.
“Did you see that?” Said Ron loudly.
“Shut it!” Hissed Harry.
Hermione groaned, Sirius let her off the wall and she fled to the safety of their room.
“What’s going on?” Called Mrs. Weasley who came out of the kitchen in time to see a Hermione sized blur scamper up the staircase and Sirius zipping up his pants.
“Sirius Black! What have I told you about using this house as your private bordello?” Molly advanced on him waving a wooden spoon. If she could reach him she was going to smack him with it. “There is an underage girl in this house and I don’t want her getting lessons from you!”
He had forgotten Ginny was in the house, he suddenly realized he was in a lot of trouble. Sirius made a dash for the stairs, swinging around the banister and then rushing off to his room. When he got inside he performed a rather complicated locking charm.
“I’ve got to start using my head.” Sirius was breathing heavily, he held his breath for a moment to see if he could hear Molly on the stairs.
“What happened?” She had never seen Sirius look so…afraid.
“Ginny Weasley.”
“What about Ginny?”
“I forgot she was in the house, she could have seen us.” He put his head in his hands, the sooner they had their own place the better.
“She’s already seen us.” Hermione was blushing.
“What? When?” Sirius was mortified, fun was fun but he didn’t fancy an underage girl watching him shag.
“We didn’t close the downstairs bathroom door all the way. She just loved telling me about that one. Had herself a good giggle.” Hermione remembered the way that Ginny laughed as she reproduced the sounds she and Sirius had made.
“Molly’s not going to be happy about that.”
Hermione was thinking that she wasn’t thrilled about it and yet they kept it up. The places they hadn’t had sex in yet were dwindling.
“Ginny wouldn’t tell her mother, besides she’s not far from doing the same with Harry.”
“Oh, well done Harry!” Hermione slapped him playfully. “What? It’s a guy thing.”
“It’s crass.”
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.”
“Sirius, I love what we do but couldn’t we be a little more careful?” Hermione felt a wave of dread over having to face the house and her friends.
“I’m sorry Hermione. I don’t know what comes over me sometimes.” He hated having embarrassed her, it seemed that he was always hurting the people he cared about by doing something he considered fun.
“Come on, we better go face Molly.” Hermione stood up and walked to the door.
“I-I’m not going downstairs.” Sirius was shaking his head, Molly was fierce in defense of her young.
“Coward! I thought you were a Gryffindor.” Hermione put her hand on the doorknob and looked back at Sirius with a raised eyebrow.
“So’s she,” he said darkly.
“Sirius it’s almost Christmas, we’ll let her have her say and then everything will go back to normal.” Hermione pulled the door open and gestured to him, beckoning him to follow her out.
“Fine, but if I can’t give you children after she’s done with me it won’t be my fault.”
Hermione’s heart skipped a little beat at the mention of children. The thought put a smile on her face, she met his eyes for a brief moment. They both realized what he had just said. She had given a snappy return but he didn’t understand her, it was as if she didn’t speak English. All he could see for the moment was Hermione swelling with their child. He totally lost the train of their conversation. There was a long pause before he spoke.
“I’m sorry, I think I’m supposed to say something here.” He spoke softly and leaned into her and kissed her, his lips barely touching hers. He placed his hand over her belly. “Is that something you’d like to do someday?”
Hermione put her small hand over his larger one and nodded. “Very much so.”
“You make me so happy. I haven’t felt this happy in years and its all because of you.” He lifted both hands to cup her face. He poured his heart into the kiss, she was his light, his life and his future. He pulled back and smiled. “Come on, we’d better get down to Molly.”
Unfortunately Molly was furious, she lit into Sirius and Hermione fiercely. When she was done with them they retreated to their room to lick their wounds. Molly pointed out a few things that Sirius hadn’t considered. She railed against him for having such little regard for Hermione, to put her in a situation that led to such embarrassment.
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Christmas Day started early for Hermione who was helping Molly and Ginny prepare the meal. They were expecting a full house that day. In addition to the Weasley’s, Hermione, Sirius, Harry, Remus and Tonks they were being joined by Ted and Andromeda. It was guaranteed to be a full house.
Molly was still a little terse with Hermione and her only interaction with Sirius was to glower. She was understanding when it came to the friskiness of new love but she drew the line at her daughter. She didn’t want Ginny exposed to the Sirius and Hermione show.
The whole house had heard about it, Sirius was regretting his impetuousness and continued to defend Hermione’s innocence. Sirius had a reputation for acting on impulse when his blood was up. He felt horrible that she was dragged into his bad behavior. He hadn’t thought, he had just acted, done what he wanted to do, when he wanted to do it.
The Weasley men didn’t follow Molly’s take on it, the reactions were mixed. Ginny herself thought her mother was over reacting and told her as much. Bill and Charlie were surprised at Hermione and a little amused at Sirius. Fred and George still felt that Sirius was a kindred spirit and thought it was good for Hermione to loosen up a little, even if this was a bit much. Ron thought that Sirius was being careless with Hermione. Harry felt that too but had a harder time standing in judgment of Sirius.
Remus was only surprised at Hermione, it wasn’t like her to be so thoughtless with her dignity. This type of behavior was well within Sirius’ scope however as Remus remembered only too well. Remus pondered at the effect they had on each other. They were both happier but a good deal more reckless. He wasn’t sure what would make Hermione pay more attention to what she was doing but he knew that Sirius tended to learn only through his mistakes.
The house was subdued for a Christmas morning, there was a level of discomfort brought on by yesterday’s event. Hermione resolutely joined in the Christmas festivity even though she was still embarrassed. Sirius however was up in their room, brooding and berating himself. He had been careless with her and it was making him miserable.
Hermione didn’t know about his absence until she ventured into the drawing room and noticed he was gone.
“Where’s Sirius?”
She got a room full of looks but no one spoke up.
“Has anyone seen my husband?” Her voice was a little tense.
Remus spoke up, “He’s in your bedroom, he’s been up there for hours.”
Hermione made her way up to their bedroom and closed the door behind her, he was sitting in a chair, brooding.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“What?”
“Sirius, please stop this. Come downstairs and join us. We all want you down there.”
“I’ve done it again, Hermione. I hurt someone I care about.”
“Sirius I’m just as much to blame as you are.” Hermione climbed into his lap and nuzzled his neck to make her point.
“If it weren’t for me…” He pushed her back, unwilling to accept her entreaty.
“If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be the happiest I’ve ever been. This is silly, come downstairs.” She pressed her body close, refusing to be ignored.
“Just like Remus,” he muttered darkly.
“You are comparing that to endangering someone’s life.” Her voice was tinged with anger.
“No, well…I don’t know.”
“What we did was probably wrong but do you know how it made me feel?”
“Ashamed, embarrassed…”
“Sexy, desirable, wanted, needed…”
He looked up at her, she was starting to get through. “I wanted you too, Sirius. Right there, up against that wall, as soon as I could get my hands you.”
“You did?”
“Merlin, Sirius! Are you really this dense? You didn’t take advantage of me, I was right there with you. Now come downstairs. It’s Christmas and I can’t enjoy it without you.”
He reluctantly allowed himself to be led downstairs, he was surprised at how warmly he was greeted. He thought it would be different. He sat in a chair and Hermione promptly got into his lap and together they got over their little mistake. They laughed at the good natured ribbing and by the time Ted and Andromeda showed up the atmosphere in the house was where it should be.
Sirius was pleased with his gift from Hermione, he wondered how she had afforded it which led him to think of something else. He wanted her to have equal access to his Grigotts account, he decided to take her to Diagon Alley after Christmas and set that up.
Hermione was beginning to wonder where her gift from Sirius was, he was being very mysterious about it. He told her it was a big surprise and that she would have to wait until after the Christmas meal to get it. The suspense was eating her alive, she kept trying to weasel information out of him. The more she pried the better he liked it, he loved this little game.
Finally when dinner was over people began to disappear, she assumed they had gone to their rooms to sleep the meal off. It wasn’t until the house was completely empty of human inhabitants that she became suspicious.
Sirius called her into the drawing room, he told her he had to take her somewhere to give her his present. Hermione already thought the present must be quite something, he was going to a lot of trouble to give it to her. He gave her the address, she stepped into the fireplace and disappeared into whirl of green flames.
Hermione stepped out of the fireplace into a strange home, she had never been here before. It was filled with the people who had been at Grimmauld for Christmas they were all grinning madly at her. She felt Sirius wrap his arms around her. “Happy Christmas, baby. What do you think, do you like it?”
“What?”
“I bought this place year’s ago. I always thought it would be a nice place to raise a family.”
“Oh, Sirius.” She spun in his arms and threw her arms around his neck.
“This isn’t your only present, baby.” He handed her a little green box. She took it from him with trembling fingers. She opened the box and gasped. It was a ring, an engagement ring. The single large diamond was surround by emeralds. It was stunning. “How about we have that ceremony we skipped, you deserve your big day.”
Hermione picked the ring out of the box. The moment she touched it Sirius knew something was wrong. It looked like an electric current was running through her, the ring dropped from her fingers. Sirius caught her before she hit the ground, she was convulsing uncontrollably.
The ring rolled to Andromeda’s feet, she looked at the box and then at the ring. “Are you mad?” She rushed forward with the ring in her fingers. “She’s muggleborn, Sirius. It could kill her! Get her to St. Mungo’s, get her there now!”