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Caught
NC17
Sirius was having the dream again, his favorite dream. His hands were roaming all over Hermione’s body, his lips were locked on her neck and she was making the most wonderful sounds. Over her pajamas he pressed down on her clit with his thumb in a circular motion, his other hand was gently kneading a breast. The first couple of times he’d had the dream he had woken up startled, worried he was actually doing said act. She was always on her side of the bed safely asleep. He would get up and go to the bathroom and have himself a good wank.
Now he had the dream so often in the early morning that he just let himself enjoy it. It was particularly vivid this morning. Her body was responding so nicely to his attentions, she pressed herself into his thumb and arched her back and then she moaned. And it was loud.
Sirius’ eyes flew open. His thumb was pressing a circular pattern on her clit, his hand was gently kneading her breast and his lips were locked on her neck. She was sound asleep and responding to him.
He was painfully hard.
He leapt shakily out of bed and ran for the bathroom. He was in such a rush he didn’t make sure the bathroom door was closed. He just sort of shoved at it before he pulled out his cock.
Hermione was having the most delicious dream. She had never had a dream quite like this one. Her body was on fire but in a most marvelous way.
And then suddenly the dream and the splendid way it made her feel were over and gone. It was rather abrupt, it was enough to wake her. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, she stretched her body of all the sleepy kinks and sat up in bed.
She heard something coming from the bathroom, it sounded vaguely like Sirius. He was saying her name in a most peculiar way. He had left the bathroom door open so she knew he couldn’t be doing anything that required privacy.
She stood out of bed and walked over to the open door, she got a glimpse of him in the mirror and it stopped her in her tracks. She clamped her hand securely over her mouth to keep from making a sound. What she was witnessing held her transfixed.
Sirius had his cock out and he was pumping his hand up and down on it. His head was bowed and he was breathing heavily. Every so often he would call out Hermione’s name. It was the first time she had ever seen a man’s erect penis. His long, hard shaft sprung out of a bed of dark, thick curls. She watched fascinated as his hand ran up and over the head and then down again, over and over and over. She didn’t want to be heard because if she were heard she wouldn’t get to watch.
She realized that she wanted something from this, she wanted something to occur. The gently arousing feeling she woke up to was quickly escalating into something she didn’t know how to handle. He kept saying her name and something in her wanted to scream out, ‘I’m right here!’ The whole experience was distressing and yet she refused to look away.
His hand moved faster over himself and he began to let out soft grunts. Each sound he made sent a surge of warmth to her core, each time he chanted her name it made her skin tingle. Her breaths came a little faster and her heart pounded.
Sirius’ hand pumped ever faster and she noticed that his body was beginning to quiver slightly. She felt wetness begin to pool between her legs, her body felt poised for something. Something was about to happen, she wanted it to happen, needed it to happen.
Sirius came with a loud moan and he slumped against the wall. As he finished her body thrummed out a sympathetic pulse. The gentle sensation pulled a moan from her, Sirius glanced in her direction and caught her watching. Hermione took a step backward and tripped over her feet to the floor.
A cold wave of emotion washed over Sirius. He had carelessly allowed her to watch his shameful act. He quickly cleaned the mess he had just made, walked over to her and helped her up and onto the bed. Sirius watched for her reaction but his guilt wouldn’t allow him to correctly read her emotion. He mistook the wide eyes and rapid breathing for fear, not arousal. The smell of her arousal was comingled with fear, fear was the only note he chose to acknowledge. He knelt on the floor in front of her, disgusted with himself.
“I’m sorry, Hermione. I never wanted you to see that.” He hung his head and refused to meet her eyes.
Hermione’s mind was working fast to try and process what had just happened or more to the point, what it had to do with her. He had been saying her name. In that moment she realized that what he had been doing to himself, he should have been doing with her.
She was his wife, here in the flesh and yet he was reduced to masturbating in the bathroom. She looked at her handsome husband, knelt before her in shame, apologizing to her.
“No…I don’t want you to be sorry.” She tucked her hand under his chin and lifted his head so that he could meet her eyes.
“But I…” She didn’t let him finish his thought. They were going to have to deal with this.
“This is what you meant, when you said you missed me.” The emotion he evoked in her and her physical response to him were residual of the love they had shared. The context she had been searching for was coming into sharper focus.
“Yes.”
Hermione thought about what her mother said, what Mrs. Weasley said and then looked into his eyes. His eyes were filled with love mixed in with shame.
“I’m not ready for all of this…” He interrupted her with words quickly spoken.
“I know, I don’t expect…” She put a hand up to his mouth.
“But I can’t deny that I’m curious.” She paused to give him a moment to understand what she was saying. “I don’t know what to do with the way you make me feel.”
“How do I make you feel, Hermione?” He leaned his forehead against hers, his pulse quickening slightly.
“Like I’m on fire, like I need something but I don’t know what.”
That was all he needed. He leaned in and captured her lips, pouring all his passion and longing into the kiss. It felt like coming home. Their tongues danced out a slow rhythm as their arms gently found each other.
Their kiss felt so right to her, she had been missing this and didn’t even realize it. She let her hands roam into silky black hair and smiled at his small moan of pleasure. She pulled back and touched his face with her hand.
“I’m sorry you had to do that, I’m sorry that I’m not the wife that you knew.” She got a glimpse of what she had been missing and it made her sad for him. They had been so much more to each other.
“It’s not your fault.” He spoke quietly, this was of his own doing.
“We’re going to have to move past that.” He looked at her in surprise, he expected her to hate him forever for his mistake. She nodded her head to confirm her words. “I want to be your wife in every sense. You’re just going to need to let me ease into it.”
“I can be patient.” His voice grew husky as he thought about easing her into it.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his once again. He surprised her when he slid his lips away from her mouth and across her jaw. He smiled when she let out a little sigh as his lips nibbled and sucked at her neck and throat.
“How’s that fire now, baby?”
“Ohhhhh.”
He chuckled softly, her face was flush and her pupils were blown. He knew he was going to have to cut this short. She wanted to take it slow but probably didn’t know how to slow down.
“Don’t you have company coming today?” He pulled her attention away from him and back to their day.
“Oh, right. Ginny is spending the weekend with us.” Dumbledore had quietly given her closest friends permission to visit with her at home.
“Better get ready, then.” He stood up and helped her to her feet. He patted her bottom in the direction of the bathroom. She smiled at him from over her shoulder.
She no longer needed his help to get in and out of the bathtub so he left the bedroom to go make breakfast for the two of them.
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Hermione and Sirius were sat at the dining room table eating breakfast when Ginny came through the fireplace. Hermione smiled at her friend and then laughed happily when she saw who she had in her arms.
“Crookshanks!”
“We finally caught him!” Ginny handed the large, fluffy cat over to his owner. “We were a little worried he was lost at number twelve, Grimmauld Place but then Ron spotted him.”
Sirius looked up in alarm at Ginny, Hermione didn’t know. He leveled an intense glare at Ginny and shook his head at her from behind Hermione’s back. He planned on telling her but a good opportunity just hadn’t presented itself.
“Ginny, why is he pink?” The normally ginger colored cat was a vibrant shade of pink. The cat looked wildly unhappy about it.
“I mastered the color change charm!” Ginny didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with the way the cat looked.
Hermione let the Crookshanks drop to the floor and hugged her friend tightly. She missed all her friends and was in desperate need of a little girl talk. There were a few things she needed to process and Ginny was always a help.
Sirius smiled softly at his wife and her friend. He was glad Dumbledore had made an exception for Hermione’s friends. Last weekend they had been working on the library and she had spent a lot of time alone. Not that she seemed to mind so much. Remus had brought her a treasury of books on Dark Curse reversal.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Professor Dumbledore sent this with me for you.” Ginny handed over a small stack of parchment from her duffle bag. “It’s everything you’ll need to study for your NEWTs.”
“Oh, that reminds me. You have to come see what Sirius made for me.” She looked over at her husband with a huge smile. She led Ginny down into the basement, showing off just how much progress she had made by being able to navigate the steps on her own.
The walls were lined in bookshelves and the bookshelves were filled with books. Sirius had taken her to Diagon Alley for a short trip and let her pick out anything she wanted. Once they were delivered he and Remus had put the books away.
In the middle of the room were couches, chairs and tables and in one corner was a desk for writing. Ginny looked around in wonder, for the first time she appreciated just how rich Hermione’s husband had to be to be able to afford all of this.
“Look at this Ginny.” Hermione walked up to one of the bookshelves and pressed a button. The bookshelves slid to the side to reveal two more bookshelves behind them. Hermione stepped in and pressed another knob to reveal two more bookshelves. “Its like that all the way around!”
“Bottomless Bookshelves?” Ginny was flabbergasted, that was incredibly pricey.
“Yes! Isn’t it wonderful!” Hermione clapped her hands with glee. “I’m going to ask Sirius if we can bring over some of the books from the library at number twelve, Grimmauld Place.” She noticed when Ginny looked away sharply.
“You think that’s too much? I shouldn’t ask for that?” Hermione hadn’t thought that would be rude but maybe she was wrong.
“No…uh…I don’t know. You should probably talk with Sirius about headquarters.” Ginny was sure Sirius would kill her for saying that but what was she supposed to do. She wouldn’t lie to Hermione.
“Why? Did something happen?” Hermione stepped out of the bookshelves and put them back into place.
“He’s going to kill me if I tell you.” Hermione looked at Ginny puzzled.
“Ginny what happened there?” Hermione sat on one of the couches and patted the seat next to her.
Ginny sighed and sat down beside her and thought about where to start. She’d heard all about it from Harry.
“Ok…the healers at St. Mungo’s detected a second curse on the engagement ring but they couldn’t tell what it was.” Hermione nodded and waited for Ginny to continue.
“So, Sirius went to number twelve, Grimmauld Place to talk to his mother’s portrait.” Hermione’s hand flew to her mouth.
“Oh, god. What did he do?” Hermione knew that whatever Ginny was about to tell her would be bad.
“Harry said that old Walburga told Sirius that you were going to die and that there was nothing that could save you and that she laughed at him for it.” A second hand flew to Hermione’s mouth.
“She didn’t!” Hermione parted her hands to whisper. She let her hands drop to her lap. “What did he do to her, Ginny.”
“He set her on fire. Professor Lupin said he used Fiendfyre.” A little yelp escaped Hermione.
“Is number twelve still standing?”
Ginny slowly shook her head. “Professor Lupin pulled him out but Sirius ran back in and cursed every portrait in the house. Harry said that Sirius was trying kill himself.”
“Kill himself?” Hermione wanted to run upstairs and slap Sirius and then pull him into her arms. She knew on thing for sure though. She would have to wait for him to come to her about this. “I won’t say a word about this Ginny. Thank you for telling me.”
“So, how’s it going with you two?” Ginny had heard from her mother that things had slowed down between these two. She remembered the ruckus from Christmas Day. The whole house buzzed with Hermione and Sirius’ antics from the day before.
Hermione giggled softly. “Well, we were snogging this morning.”
“That’s all?”
“What do you mean that’s all?” Hermione considered that to be huge.
Ginny grinned evilly at her friend. “Oh, nothing. I just remember catching the two of you in the downstairs bathroom”
“Not you, too!” Hermione sounded miserable. Was there anyone who hadn’t caught them?
“Oh, yes…me too!” Ginny went into theatrics, mimicking what she had heard.
“Oh, god Sirius.” Ginny used a breathy voice to mock Hermione.
“Stop it!”
“Oh, Hermione! I love your tight little…” Ginny lowered her voice to sound like Sirius and giggled when she got to a word she knew she shouldn’t say.
‘Stop it, Ginny!”
Ginny made a series of grunting and moaning sounds.
“Ginny, please!” Hermione begged her friend for mercy.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Ginny finished her demonstration with high, fast moaning sounds. She rolled around on the couch in a fit of giggles.
Hermione glared at her friend. “Thanks a lot.”
“My pleasure.” Ginny wiped tears out of the corners of her eyes.
Ginny recovered and decided to try and wheedle information out of Hermione. She knew her mother would be pleased that things were heating up.
“So, snogging?”
Hermione blushed and nodded.
“Good kisser?”
“Great, great kisser.” Hermione let out a little sigh as she remembered.
“So…when do you think you’ll, you know…”
“Soon. I’ve just got to get comfortable with the idea.” Hermione looked away, her body was already comfortable with the idea but her head was still reeling.
“Everyone says how happy you two were and they weren’t just talking about sex either. You were good together.” Ginny remembered how they were together on Christmas Day after she brought him downstairs. Sirius had lost a lot of his darkness and Hermione had become a bit more carefree.
“I’m beginning to feel that, too. I don’t know how to explain it but I think I might already be in love with him.” Hermione spoke with wonder at the possibility of that.
“When do you think you’ll tell him?” Ginny thought about how ecstatic her mother would be.
“When I know for sure. It’s like a feeling I get from someplace that I can’t define. It’s just there and it has been since I woke up in the hospital.” Hermione smiled softly.
“So how are you doing?” Ginny took a critical look Hermione.
“Well, obviously my motor skills are much better.” Hermione gestured to her legs.
“I know! I was so impressed when you took the stairs by yourself. Mum said you were having trouble getting around.” Ginny was pleased that Hermione was getting back to herself. “What about the rest?”
“The migraines are much better. I only had two last week. The only thing that is still giving me a lot of trouble is the seizures.” Hermione had a seizure almost every day. Sirius was rather worried because they should have been getting better.
“I’m so sorry about all this.” Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione in a warm, comforting hug. “So…what are we going to do today. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but this house needs help.” Ginny patted her friend on the leg.
“Sirius said I could do whatever I wanted with the place.” She had been getting to know the place as she pondered the changes she wanted to make.
“It’s just so…male…”
“You want to go shopping? We could take a trip to Diagon Alley.” Hermione thought a shopping trip with Ginny would be a wonderful way to spend the afternoon.
“I think we should start with the family room.” Ginny and Hermione stood up to go and survey the house.
“It got the worst of it, didn’t it?” Hermione grabbed a hold of both banisters as she ascended the steps.
“Definitely!”
They entered the kitchen and made their way into the family room. The house was lost somewhere in the nineteen eighties and was in desperate need of a little feminization. The girls put their hands on everything and discussed possible changes. They didn’t even notice when Sirius emerged from the bedroom freshly showered and changed.
“Thinking of taking a shopping trip?” Sirius stood in the entrance of the family room, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Do you mind?” Hermione turned and smiled at him.
“Of course not. I think we should take care of the account this time though.” Hermione made a little motion of protest at his suggestion. “Oh, come on, Hermione! How are you supposed to go shopping without money? You don’t want to drag me along from store to store.”
“He’s got a point, Hermione.” Ginny was surprised that Hermione was fighting this.
“It just feels weird.”
“You can’t make a dent that I can’t handle, sweetheart. There’s plenty of gold for whatever you want to buy.” He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, laying a bunch of little kisses along her neck.
Hermione struggled to think of a retort but her brain was clouding over. She looked over at Ginny who was looking at her with a smug grin. Ginny was pleased to see them getting back to normal. When she got back to Hogwarts she was going to have to write a long letter to her mother. Hermione scowled at her friend but resigned to the fact that she would have to give in. He wasn’t going to play fair.
“Fine, fine…I can see I’m not going to win this one.” Sirius let her go, she turned to look at him and felt a little annoyed at the smirk that was firmly planted on his face. It was a reminder that he knew her better than she realized.
“Excellent!” He had no trouble manipulating her with sex. He was going to win this particular battle, any means necessary. “Well, shall we?” Sirius guided Hermione toward the fireplace with a hand at her back.
The three of them left for Diagon Alley by floo for a day of shopping. Sirius added her to his account after which she and Ginny spent a load of his gold on a new family room. Everything was delivered the next day and with the help of Ginny, Remus and Tonks they put together a new family room.
When they were done Hermione took a step back and realized for the first time that the house felt like it wasn’t just Sirius’, it was theirs.
Caught
NC17
Sirius was having the dream again, his favorite dream. His hands were roaming all over Hermione’s body, his lips were locked on her neck and she was making the most wonderful sounds. Over her pajamas he pressed down on her clit with his thumb in a circular motion, his other hand was gently kneading a breast. The first couple of times he’d had the dream he had woken up startled, worried he was actually doing said act. She was always on her side of the bed safely asleep. He would get up and go to the bathroom and have himself a good wank.
Now he had the dream so often in the early morning that he just let himself enjoy it. It was particularly vivid this morning. Her body was responding so nicely to his attentions, she pressed herself into his thumb and arched her back and then she moaned. And it was loud.
Sirius’ eyes flew open. His thumb was pressing a circular pattern on her clit, his hand was gently kneading her breast and his lips were locked on her neck. She was sound asleep and responding to him.
He was painfully hard.
He leapt shakily out of bed and ran for the bathroom. He was in such a rush he didn’t make sure the bathroom door was closed. He just sort of shoved at it before he pulled out his cock.
Hermione was having the most delicious dream. She had never had a dream quite like this one. Her body was on fire but in a most marvelous way.
And then suddenly the dream and the splendid way it made her feel were over and gone. It was rather abrupt, it was enough to wake her. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, she stretched her body of all the sleepy kinks and sat up in bed.
She heard something coming from the bathroom, it sounded vaguely like Sirius. He was saying her name in a most peculiar way. He had left the bathroom door open so she knew he couldn’t be doing anything that required privacy.
She stood out of bed and walked over to the open door, she got a glimpse of him in the mirror and it stopped her in her tracks. She clamped her hand securely over her mouth to keep from making a sound. What she was witnessing held her transfixed.
Sirius had his cock out and he was pumping his hand up and down on it. His head was bowed and he was breathing heavily. Every so often he would call out Hermione’s name. It was the first time she had ever seen a man’s erect penis. His long, hard shaft sprung out of a bed of dark, thick curls. She watched fascinated as his hand ran up and over the head and then down again, over and over and over. She didn’t want to be heard because if she were heard she wouldn’t get to watch.
She realized that she wanted something from this, she wanted something to occur. The gently arousing feeling she woke up to was quickly escalating into something she didn’t know how to handle. He kept saying her name and something in her wanted to scream out, ‘I’m right here!’ The whole experience was distressing and yet she refused to look away.
His hand moved faster over himself and he began to let out soft grunts. Each sound he made sent a surge of warmth to her core, each time he chanted her name it made her skin tingle. Her breaths came a little faster and her heart pounded.
Sirius’ hand pumped ever faster and she noticed that his body was beginning to quiver slightly. She felt wetness begin to pool between her legs, her body felt poised for something. Something was about to happen, she wanted it to happen, needed it to happen.
Sirius came with a loud moan and he slumped against the wall. As he finished her body thrummed out a sympathetic pulse. The gentle sensation pulled a moan from her, Sirius glanced in her direction and caught her watching. Hermione took a step backward and tripped over her feet to the floor.
A cold wave of emotion washed over Sirius. He had carelessly allowed her to watch his shameful act. He quickly cleaned the mess he had just made, walked over to her and helped her up and onto the bed. Sirius watched for her reaction but his guilt wouldn’t allow him to correctly read her emotion. He mistook the wide eyes and rapid breathing for fear, not arousal. The smell of her arousal was comingled with fear, fear was the only note he chose to acknowledge. He knelt on the floor in front of her, disgusted with himself.
“I’m sorry, Hermione. I never wanted you to see that.” He hung his head and refused to meet her eyes.
Hermione’s mind was working fast to try and process what had just happened or more to the point, what it had to do with her. He had been saying her name. In that moment she realized that what he had been doing to himself, he should have been doing with her.
She was his wife, here in the flesh and yet he was reduced to masturbating in the bathroom. She looked at her handsome husband, knelt before her in shame, apologizing to her.
“No…I don’t want you to be sorry.” She tucked her hand under his chin and lifted his head so that he could meet her eyes.
“But I…” She didn’t let him finish his thought. They were going to have to deal with this.
“This is what you meant, when you said you missed me.” The emotion he evoked in her and her physical response to him were residual of the love they had shared. The context she had been searching for was coming into sharper focus.
“Yes.”
Hermione thought about what her mother said, what Mrs. Weasley said and then looked into his eyes. His eyes were filled with love mixed in with shame.
“I’m not ready for all of this…” He interrupted her with words quickly spoken.
“I know, I don’t expect…” She put a hand up to his mouth.
“But I can’t deny that I’m curious.” She paused to give him a moment to understand what she was saying. “I don’t know what to do with the way you make me feel.”
“How do I make you feel, Hermione?” He leaned his forehead against hers, his pulse quickening slightly.
“Like I’m on fire, like I need something but I don’t know what.”
That was all he needed. He leaned in and captured her lips, pouring all his passion and longing into the kiss. It felt like coming home. Their tongues danced out a slow rhythm as their arms gently found each other.
Their kiss felt so right to her, she had been missing this and didn’t even realize it. She let her hands roam into silky black hair and smiled at his small moan of pleasure. She pulled back and touched his face with her hand.
“I’m sorry you had to do that, I’m sorry that I’m not the wife that you knew.” She got a glimpse of what she had been missing and it made her sad for him. They had been so much more to each other.
“It’s not your fault.” He spoke quietly, this was of his own doing.
“We’re going to have to move past that.” He looked at her in surprise, he expected her to hate him forever for his mistake. She nodded her head to confirm her words. “I want to be your wife in every sense. You’re just going to need to let me ease into it.”
“I can be patient.” His voice grew husky as he thought about easing her into it.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his once again. He surprised her when he slid his lips away from her mouth and across her jaw. He smiled when she let out a little sigh as his lips nibbled and sucked at her neck and throat.
“How’s that fire now, baby?”
“Ohhhhh.”
He chuckled softly, her face was flush and her pupils were blown. He knew he was going to have to cut this short. She wanted to take it slow but probably didn’t know how to slow down.
“Don’t you have company coming today?” He pulled her attention away from him and back to their day.
“Oh, right. Ginny is spending the weekend with us.” Dumbledore had quietly given her closest friends permission to visit with her at home.
“Better get ready, then.” He stood up and helped her to her feet. He patted her bottom in the direction of the bathroom. She smiled at him from over her shoulder.
She no longer needed his help to get in and out of the bathtub so he left the bedroom to go make breakfast for the two of them.
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Hermione and Sirius were sat at the dining room table eating breakfast when Ginny came through the fireplace. Hermione smiled at her friend and then laughed happily when she saw who she had in her arms.
“Crookshanks!”
“We finally caught him!” Ginny handed the large, fluffy cat over to his owner. “We were a little worried he was lost at number twelve, Grimmauld Place but then Ron spotted him.”
Sirius looked up in alarm at Ginny, Hermione didn’t know. He leveled an intense glare at Ginny and shook his head at her from behind Hermione’s back. He planned on telling her but a good opportunity just hadn’t presented itself.
“Ginny, why is he pink?” The normally ginger colored cat was a vibrant shade of pink. The cat looked wildly unhappy about it.
“I mastered the color change charm!” Ginny didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with the way the cat looked.
Hermione let the Crookshanks drop to the floor and hugged her friend tightly. She missed all her friends and was in desperate need of a little girl talk. There were a few things she needed to process and Ginny was always a help.
Sirius smiled softly at his wife and her friend. He was glad Dumbledore had made an exception for Hermione’s friends. Last weekend they had been working on the library and she had spent a lot of time alone. Not that she seemed to mind so much. Remus had brought her a treasury of books on Dark Curse reversal.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Professor Dumbledore sent this with me for you.” Ginny handed over a small stack of parchment from her duffle bag. “It’s everything you’ll need to study for your NEWTs.”
“Oh, that reminds me. You have to come see what Sirius made for me.” She looked over at her husband with a huge smile. She led Ginny down into the basement, showing off just how much progress she had made by being able to navigate the steps on her own.
The walls were lined in bookshelves and the bookshelves were filled with books. Sirius had taken her to Diagon Alley for a short trip and let her pick out anything she wanted. Once they were delivered he and Remus had put the books away.
In the middle of the room were couches, chairs and tables and in one corner was a desk for writing. Ginny looked around in wonder, for the first time she appreciated just how rich Hermione’s husband had to be to be able to afford all of this.
“Look at this Ginny.” Hermione walked up to one of the bookshelves and pressed a button. The bookshelves slid to the side to reveal two more bookshelves behind them. Hermione stepped in and pressed another knob to reveal two more bookshelves. “Its like that all the way around!”
“Bottomless Bookshelves?” Ginny was flabbergasted, that was incredibly pricey.
“Yes! Isn’t it wonderful!” Hermione clapped her hands with glee. “I’m going to ask Sirius if we can bring over some of the books from the library at number twelve, Grimmauld Place.” She noticed when Ginny looked away sharply.
“You think that’s too much? I shouldn’t ask for that?” Hermione hadn’t thought that would be rude but maybe she was wrong.
“No…uh…I don’t know. You should probably talk with Sirius about headquarters.” Ginny was sure Sirius would kill her for saying that but what was she supposed to do. She wouldn’t lie to Hermione.
“Why? Did something happen?” Hermione stepped out of the bookshelves and put them back into place.
“He’s going to kill me if I tell you.” Hermione looked at Ginny puzzled.
“Ginny what happened there?” Hermione sat on one of the couches and patted the seat next to her.
Ginny sighed and sat down beside her and thought about where to start. She’d heard all about it from Harry.
“Ok…the healers at St. Mungo’s detected a second curse on the engagement ring but they couldn’t tell what it was.” Hermione nodded and waited for Ginny to continue.
“So, Sirius went to number twelve, Grimmauld Place to talk to his mother’s portrait.” Hermione’s hand flew to her mouth.
“Oh, god. What did he do?” Hermione knew that whatever Ginny was about to tell her would be bad.
“Harry said that old Walburga told Sirius that you were going to die and that there was nothing that could save you and that she laughed at him for it.” A second hand flew to Hermione’s mouth.
“She didn’t!” Hermione parted her hands to whisper. She let her hands drop to her lap. “What did he do to her, Ginny.”
“He set her on fire. Professor Lupin said he used Fiendfyre.” A little yelp escaped Hermione.
“Is number twelve still standing?”
Ginny slowly shook her head. “Professor Lupin pulled him out but Sirius ran back in and cursed every portrait in the house. Harry said that Sirius was trying kill himself.”
“Kill himself?” Hermione wanted to run upstairs and slap Sirius and then pull him into her arms. She knew on thing for sure though. She would have to wait for him to come to her about this. “I won’t say a word about this Ginny. Thank you for telling me.”
“So, how’s it going with you two?” Ginny had heard from her mother that things had slowed down between these two. She remembered the ruckus from Christmas Day. The whole house buzzed with Hermione and Sirius’ antics from the day before.
Hermione giggled softly. “Well, we were snogging this morning.”
“That’s all?”
“What do you mean that’s all?” Hermione considered that to be huge.
Ginny grinned evilly at her friend. “Oh, nothing. I just remember catching the two of you in the downstairs bathroom”
“Not you, too!” Hermione sounded miserable. Was there anyone who hadn’t caught them?
“Oh, yes…me too!” Ginny went into theatrics, mimicking what she had heard.
“Oh, god Sirius.” Ginny used a breathy voice to mock Hermione.
“Stop it!”
“Oh, Hermione! I love your tight little…” Ginny lowered her voice to sound like Sirius and giggled when she got to a word she knew she shouldn’t say.
‘Stop it, Ginny!”
Ginny made a series of grunting and moaning sounds.
“Ginny, please!” Hermione begged her friend for mercy.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Ginny finished her demonstration with high, fast moaning sounds. She rolled around on the couch in a fit of giggles.
Hermione glared at her friend. “Thanks a lot.”
“My pleasure.” Ginny wiped tears out of the corners of her eyes.
Ginny recovered and decided to try and wheedle information out of Hermione. She knew her mother would be pleased that things were heating up.
“So, snogging?”
Hermione blushed and nodded.
“Good kisser?”
“Great, great kisser.” Hermione let out a little sigh as she remembered.
“So…when do you think you’ll, you know…”
“Soon. I’ve just got to get comfortable with the idea.” Hermione looked away, her body was already comfortable with the idea but her head was still reeling.
“Everyone says how happy you two were and they weren’t just talking about sex either. You were good together.” Ginny remembered how they were together on Christmas Day after she brought him downstairs. Sirius had lost a lot of his darkness and Hermione had become a bit more carefree.
“I’m beginning to feel that, too. I don’t know how to explain it but I think I might already be in love with him.” Hermione spoke with wonder at the possibility of that.
“When do you think you’ll tell him?” Ginny thought about how ecstatic her mother would be.
“When I know for sure. It’s like a feeling I get from someplace that I can’t define. It’s just there and it has been since I woke up in the hospital.” Hermione smiled softly.
“So how are you doing?” Ginny took a critical look Hermione.
“Well, obviously my motor skills are much better.” Hermione gestured to her legs.
“I know! I was so impressed when you took the stairs by yourself. Mum said you were having trouble getting around.” Ginny was pleased that Hermione was getting back to herself. “What about the rest?”
“The migraines are much better. I only had two last week. The only thing that is still giving me a lot of trouble is the seizures.” Hermione had a seizure almost every day. Sirius was rather worried because they should have been getting better.
“I’m so sorry about all this.” Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione in a warm, comforting hug. “So…what are we going to do today. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but this house needs help.” Ginny patted her friend on the leg.
“Sirius said I could do whatever I wanted with the place.” She had been getting to know the place as she pondered the changes she wanted to make.
“It’s just so…male…”
“You want to go shopping? We could take a trip to Diagon Alley.” Hermione thought a shopping trip with Ginny would be a wonderful way to spend the afternoon.
“I think we should start with the family room.” Ginny and Hermione stood up to go and survey the house.
“It got the worst of it, didn’t it?” Hermione grabbed a hold of both banisters as she ascended the steps.
“Definitely!”
They entered the kitchen and made their way into the family room. The house was lost somewhere in the nineteen eighties and was in desperate need of a little feminization. The girls put their hands on everything and discussed possible changes. They didn’t even notice when Sirius emerged from the bedroom freshly showered and changed.
“Thinking of taking a shopping trip?” Sirius stood in the entrance of the family room, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Do you mind?” Hermione turned and smiled at him.
“Of course not. I think we should take care of the account this time though.” Hermione made a little motion of protest at his suggestion. “Oh, come on, Hermione! How are you supposed to go shopping without money? You don’t want to drag me along from store to store.”
“He’s got a point, Hermione.” Ginny was surprised that Hermione was fighting this.
“It just feels weird.”
“You can’t make a dent that I can’t handle, sweetheart. There’s plenty of gold for whatever you want to buy.” He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, laying a bunch of little kisses along her neck.
Hermione struggled to think of a retort but her brain was clouding over. She looked over at Ginny who was looking at her with a smug grin. Ginny was pleased to see them getting back to normal. When she got back to Hogwarts she was going to have to write a long letter to her mother. Hermione scowled at her friend but resigned to the fact that she would have to give in. He wasn’t going to play fair.
“Fine, fine…I can see I’m not going to win this one.” Sirius let her go, she turned to look at him and felt a little annoyed at the smirk that was firmly planted on his face. It was a reminder that he knew her better than she realized.
“Excellent!” He had no trouble manipulating her with sex. He was going to win this particular battle, any means necessary. “Well, shall we?” Sirius guided Hermione toward the fireplace with a hand at her back.
The three of them left for Diagon Alley by floo for a day of shopping. Sirius added her to his account after which she and Ginny spent a load of his gold on a new family room. Everything was delivered the next day and with the help of Ginny, Remus and Tonks they put together a new family room.
When they were done Hermione took a step back and realized for the first time that the house felt like it wasn’t just Sirius’, it was theirs.