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Hermione smiled sleepily and pressed her back into Sirius’ hard body. His arms held her body possessively close around her middle. She wiggled her bottom against his groin suggestively, stimulating his morning hard cock. She heard him moan sleepily as he slowly woke up. He yawned and stretched widely before bringing his arms back around her body, tugging her close.
“Good morning, sleep well?” His lips nibbled at her neck.
“Mmmm.” She had enjoyed herself the night before and was hoping for a repeat performance. She ground her bottom into his groin once more, hoping he’d get the hint.
“Minx.”
He did.
Sirius wrapped an arm around her chest, his hand lighting on her breast, his fingers playing with her nipple. His other arm wrapped around her hips, his hand on her bare pussy, stroking the skin there, enjoying the new feel.
She felt him enter from behind in their spooned position, Hermione sighed her pleasure. His arms tightened around her, holding her in place as thrust into her. His pace was unhurried, his lips caressed her neck and whispered tenderness in her ear.
Hermione was enveloped in him, loving the feel of him all around her. Still too sleepy for vigorous sex, he kept his pace slow, reaching deep within her heat. His fingers found her sensitive nub, he gently rubbed her, without intensity, simply enjoying the feel of their union.
The tension in her body was building slowly, coiling gently in her belly. Sirius nibbled along her neck, all the while telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her. His low voice rumbled in his chest sending vibrations through her body.
“Siriusss…”
Small jolts of pleasure shot through her as he increased his pace by increments, they were in no hurry this morning. Her low moaning excited him, he thrust a little faster, his speech becoming coarser. He told her how good she felt, how much he enjoyed making love to her.
Hermione was aware of nothing, only Sirius was real to her, only this man who set her mind and body on fire. Every nerve in her body sung his praises as ripples of heated pleasure began to mount and subside only to mount higher. The energy in her body was building, building, building as he slowly brought her to the very edge and let her look but not leap. He held her body on the precipice, her rough keening moan testing his resolve.
Finally, he released her, she lost muscle control as she broke, a flood of warmth flowing out of her as molten lava moved across her body in deep waves, one after another, after another. She cried out her love to him as she came. He was no match for her, she brought him over the edge, howling her name. Her body quivered in his arms, her breathing labored, heart racing.
Their bodies relaxed back into each other, she turned so that she faced him, their lips meeting for the first time that morning. Arms caressed tenderly as they slowed down, the warmth from their love making holding them close.
“That was…” She wasn’t sure how to describe it.
“You are an amazing woman, Hermione. What you do to me…” Sirius gazed at her in admiration and awe. He had known a lot of women in his life but none compared to her, none came close to touching her.
“I love you, Sirius.”
“And I love you, baby.”
They held each other quietly, sharing unhurried, sensual kisses, softly touching each other. They dozed lightly in each others arms.
Sirius was the first to stir, his stomach complaining loudly. She had fallen back to sleep so he got up to make them breakfast. He threw on a pair of sweatpants and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him.
Sirius looked out into his living room and startled. Remus, Harry and Ron were sitting around talking quietly.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Sirius was surprised to have company.
“Did you forget?” Remus had an odd, amused expression on his face.
“Apparently.” Sirius walked into the family room looking puzzled.
“We’re staying the weekend, remember?” Harry looked a little hurt that he had been forgotten.
“I’m sorry Harry, of course. Things have been, well…there’s been some developments around here.” Sirius chose his wording carefully.
“Yes, we’ve been listening to those developments for the last half hour.” Remus’ amused expression broke down into a chuckle. “By the way, you’ve got owls.”
“At least we didn’t have to see it this time.” Ron flushed at Remus’ confession.
“Oh, uh…sorry?” Sirius wasn’t sure what to say, it was his house after all. If he wanted to have loud sex with his wife he damn well would.
“You’re familiar with Silencing Charms, yes?” Remus was enjoying this.
“We live alone, Moony.” Sirius could see the humor in the situation although it was doubtful that the boys did.
“Where’s Hermione?” Harry made an attempt at changing the subject.
“She’s, uh…asleep.”
Remus chuckled.
“Asleep! We just heard…” Harry thumped Ron. Ron glared at Harry.
“Are you hungry? I was just about to make breakfast.” Sirius was interested in getting off the topic.
The boys chorused in the affirmative.
“So, what shall we have?” Sirius rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Eggs, sausage, toast…how does that sound?”
He got ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ from Harry and Ron. Remus followed Sirius into the kitchen, the boys settled themselves around Sirius’ chess set.
“So, the nudge was a success, good for you, good for both of you.” Remus settled himself on a bar stool.
Sirius grinned at Remus, unable to hide his happiness and not willing to try. He walked over to the kitchen window and let in six owls.
“Popular.” Remus casually commented on the amount of correspondence.
“Looks that way, doesn’t it?” Sirius had to admit, he was surprised. “Let’s see…Hermione Black, Mrs. Sirius Black, Hermione Black, Hermione Granger Black, Hermione Black and the Prophet.” Sirius looked at Remus, stunned. He pushed the scrolls toward Remus
“Let me see…who are they from…” Remus’ eyes instantly went up in surprise. “What the…this one is from the Daughters of the International Warlock Convention. What in Merlin’s name are they doing writing to her?”
“That is odd.” Sirius frowned. “This one is from Cliodna Lestrange…probably confirming her invitation.”
“Clio? Really?” Remus glanced at Sirius’ face for reaction. Sirius’ forehead was furrowed, his hand rubbed at his jaw. “So how was your date, did she have fun?” Remus picked up another scroll.
“Yeah, you should have seen how beautiful she was.” Sirius’ expression softened, he glanced at Remus who was looking at him bemusedly. Sirius turned his head away to hide his flushed face.
Remus was too happy for Sirius to take the shot, he simply picked up another scroll and read aloud who sent it. “This one is from WWN. Sirius, what happened last night?”
“I just introduced her around, she made a bit of a splash to be honest.” Sirius turned his attention to breakfast and let Remus read to him.
“How much of a splash did she make?” Remus looked at another scroll. “This one is from the Prophet.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Unless Rita is prepared to kiss Hermione’s arse that is never going to happen and even then it still might not happen.”
Remus chuckled, he had heard Hermione rant about Rita more than once. “This one is from Witch Weekly.”
Sirius laughed, “I’ve got quite the popular witch.” He walked into the family room. “Breakfast!” The boys scrambled to their feet as Sirius turned to the bedroom. He opened the door and then closed it behind him.
Hermione was stretching and waking, she smiled as he entered the room.
“Nice nap?”
“Mmmm.”
“We’ve got company.” He sat down on the bed beside her.
Hermione looked puzzled for a moment. “Oh! Harry and Ron!”
“I made breakfast so whenever you’re ready, you’ve got friends waiting.” He leaned over to kiss her forehead.
“I think I’ll shower first.” Sirius nodded and got up.
When he got to the door he paused and turned. “This morning was wonderful.”
Hermione smiled, blushed and scampered into the bathroom.
Sirius left the bedroom and returned to the kitchen.
“I almost forgot. Dora told me about Hermione and Lyra.” Remus was grinning from ear to ear.
“Who’s Lyra?” Harry looked between Remus and Sirius.
“Sirius’ ex girlfriend.” Remus wore a sly grin.
“That’s over stating it, don’t you think?” Sirius frowned at Remus.
“Alright, how about…” Sirius cut him off.
“Do we really need to clarify it?” Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus who was laughing openly.
Harry looked at Sirius with a raised eyebrow and the barest hint of a smirk. Everyone knew about Sirius’ reputation. “So, what happened between your wife and your ex girlfriend?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth Harry snickered. “Just how bad did Lyra come off?”
“According to Dora, Hermione really put her in her place.” Remus filled his plate.
“What did I do? I heard my name.” Hermione walked into the kitchen, showered and dressed, her hair still wet.
“We were just hearing about Lyra.” Sirius shot a warning look at Ron.
“Oh, her” Hermione screwed her face into a scowl.
“So what happened?” Harry ignored Sirius.
“She walked in, complaining about getting brushed off. Turns out it was Sirius who brushed her off, she insulted him…I defended him.” She smiled shyly at Sirius.
“Overly simplistic.” Remus pointed out her omission.
Hermione sighed. “She insinuated that Sirius was going to cheat on me. I told her I wasn’t worried considering he had just turned her down.”
Sirius walked up behind her and put his arms around her and whispered in her ear. “Thank you for the vote of confidence. It means a great deal to me.”
Harry cleared his throat. Sirius shot him a dark look.
Harry smiled. Sirius relaxed.
Hermione patted Sirius on the arm and stepped toward the food. “I’m starving, I seem to have worked up and appetite.”
Ron choked on his coffee. Hermione gave Ron an odd expression, she wasn’t being purposefully crude and didn’t know the whole house had heard their love making.
“You’ve got a ton of mail and we’re dying to know what it’s about.” Remus pushed the scrolls to her when she sat down.
“Really? All this is for me?” Hermione picked up a scroll with a wax seal. She broke the seal and read the letter.
“Hmmm…I’ve been invited to attend a meeting of some club.” Hermione drew a piece of bacon to her mouth but paused at Remus and Sirius’ look of shock. “What?”
“You’ve been invited to a meeting of the Daughter’s?” There was an odd tone in Sirius’ voice.
She looked at the letter again. “Apparently.” She handed it over to Sirius.
He took the letter and read it and then handed it to Remus.
“What’s the big deal?” Harry looked between Sirius and Remus.
“Well, it’s just…I mean…not that we agree with their policy or anything but it’s an organization that is fairly exclusive. To be a member you have to prove your pureblood status back to the International Warlock Convention of 1289.” Remus looked very puzzled. “I mean you’re muggleborn, they’ve never let in a muggleborn before.”
“Why would I want to join their club? They’d all hate me.” Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
“Would they have made a mistake in sending Hermione the letter?” Harry pointed to a reasonable possibility.
“Rather unlikely. They are very selective even beyond just that. Lyra’s been trying to join for the last five years. She can prove her status but she’s not the sort of girl they let in.” Sirius suddenly let loose a bark of laughter. “If they were to let you in by some miracle that would just kill her!”
Hermione grinned, anything that would irritate Lyra was wonderful in her book.
“So if this is a legitimate offer, Hermione would be the first muggleborn to join?” Ron spoke with his mouth full.
“Yeah, first ever.” Remus paused for a moment, concentrating on something. “You should join.”
“That’s ridiculous.” She picked up another scroll and opened it.
“No, it’s not. What did we fight for, Hermione, if not this?” Harry’s tone was slightly harsh, he was a little surprised at her.
“We fought so I could join some silly society ladies club?” Hermione looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
“No, we fought so that muggleborns would be treated the same as purebloods.” Ron picked up the beat and joined in with Harry.
“What? So I can be their token muggleborn, so they can prove how progressive they are? I’m not some sell out.” Hermione shook her head and read the letter in her hand.
“You are a living, breathing example of the viciousness of the pureblood ideal. First you had to marry to avoid Azkaban, then you almost died in the name of blood purity. Who better than you to lead the way for real social change?” Sirius was looking at her with real admiration, he knew what her choice would be and it made him love her all the more.
Hermione bit her lip to hide a little grin. Sirius made a strong point and now she knew she had his support. She didn’t answer them right away. “This is from Glenda Chittock’s office, they’ve given me a list of possible dates.”
“Dates for what?” Harry stood up and took his plate to the sink.
“Glenda offered Hermione a guest spot on her program, Witching Hour.” Sirius was so proud of his wife and it carried in his tone.
“Wow! Mum loves that program!” Ron looked at her like she was some sort of celebrity.
“A star is born!” Remus teased Hermione a little, now even more curious as to what was in the other letters. He unrolled the Daily Prophet and looked in the society pages, he had his suspicions.
“I thought she was just being nice.” Hermione was excited and nervous at the prospect of being heard nationally.
“Not Glenda, she’s a really genuine person.” Sirius thought all of this attention would do Hermione good. She seemed to not know how special she was.
Hermione unrolled another letter. “How do I politely say ‘No, thank you. I’m terrified at the thought of being alone with you.’”
Sirius looked over her should. “Clio is alright. She’s a little like me and ‘Dromeda, she’s a bit more elitist than us but still a nice person. You should go, especially if you’re serious about joining the Daughter’s.”
“I haven’t made up my mind.” Hermione wondered if she were lying. She conjured parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. She penned a response to Cliodna Lestrange and set it aside. If Cliodna were harmless it would be rude not to go.
Sirius handed her the letter from Witch Weekly, he wanted to save Rita’s letter for the last.
“Ha!” Remus made them all jump. He spread out the prophet and pointed his finger to the front page of the society section. There in all their splendor were Hermione and Sirius. Sirius was smiling confidently into the camera while Hermione tried to look demurely away. He read aloud from the article.
‘Sirius Black and his lovely bride Hermione Granger Black made the social scene at last night’s Queen Maeve gala. Hermione is a relative unknown to the social elite but that didn’t stop her from being adored by one and all. It is rumored that this lovely young woman was even noticed by the Daughter’s of the International Warlock Convention, a particularly remarkable feat for the young muggleborn witch. Of course, any woman capable of taming the notorious Sirius Black would be noteworthy. Hermione is known to be best friend to Harry Potter and played a pivotal role in the war against Voldemort. Keep a sharp eye on this rising young star.’
“Why do they always find a way to interject my name into everything?” Harry huffed lightly, overly tired of seeing his name in the Prophet.
Hermione was sporting a lovely blush, she giggled softly and looked away.
“Well, well, well…This does explain a few things.” Sirius was grinning from ear to ear.
“Hard to believe that Rita wrote that article.” Remus looked thoughtful once more. “That must be the Daughter’s doing.”
Hermione shook her head, she was starting to feel a bit giddy. She unrolled the letter from Witch Weekly and laughed nervously. “It just gets stranger and stranger.”
“What does?” Ron tried to read over her shoulder.
“They want to do an interview with me.” Hermione looked flabbergasted.
Sirius laughed. “You’re almost as famous as me and Harry, baby!”
“You know…you should tell you’re story. How you had to get married and then were cursed. You shouldn’t let them forget what they did to you Hermione.” Harry was being completely serious.
“That’s not a bad idea. If the Daughter’s are still serious about you joining after the article has run then it helps set your agenda.” Remus looked at Hermione with a thoughtful expression.
“My agenda?” Hermione sounded perplexed.
“The Daughter’s are pretty powerful, you’ll be in a unique position to do a lot of good. If you are open about equality and fair treatment for muggleborns and purebloods alike from the beginning you could get some remarkable things accomplished.” Sirius was so proud to be her husband, he marveled at the affect she could have on their world.
“Yeah, Hermione! Like spew only for muggleborns.” Ron was nodding his head in agreement with Sirius.
“It’s not spew, it’s S.P.E.W.!”
Harry and Ron grinned at each other. Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron loved to give her a hard time about S.P.E.W. Sirius pushed the last letter over to her, she unfurled it. Her expression darkened as she read it.
“Well, if she thinks I’m just going to let bygones be bygones she’s got another thing coming.” She tossed the letter down.
“It’s a little more publicity, sweetheart. One more venue to be heard from. If you are serious about the Daughter’s you should consider doing the interview.” Sirius lay his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze.
“I haven’t made up my mind.” She weakly protested his assumption.
“I know better.” Sirius smiled at her, his head cocked to one side.
“Yes, alright. It is a good opportunity.” Hermione caved as she knew she would.
“That’s my little protester!” She slapped Sirius playfully on the arm. He put his arm around her and kissed her temple.
“I don’t know anything about the Daughter’s. I’m going to have to buy some books to do a little reading up on them.” Hermione chewed on the end of her quill.
“No problem there, I’m sure Flourish and Blott’s has a wonderful selection of books on the Daughter’s.” Sirius was more than happy to buy her a treasury of books on the subject.
“You should also get some books on wizard etiquette.” Remus offered his suggestion.
“This is going to take a ton of research and I still have my NEWTs to study for.” Hermione felt a wave of relief, she was glad she had something to concentrate on.
“Hermione…why is your necklace glowing.” Ron leaned in closer to take a better look at the necklace Sirius gave her.
“My what is what?” Hermione sat up in surprise.
“Yeah, it is glowing.” Harry squinted at her neck.
Remus and Sirius looked at each other in alarm. Sirius jumped out of his chair and scooped Hermione into his arms.
“I’ll stay with the boys.” Sirius nodded curtly at Remus.
“Sirius put me down, what’s going on?” Hermione struggled weakly against his strong arms.
Remus rushed along beside Sirius to the fireplace, he threw some powder in.
“St. Mungo’s” Sirius stepped holding Hermione tightly to him. They disappeared in swirl of green flames.
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Hermione smiled sleepily and pressed her back into Sirius’ hard body. His arms held her body possessively close around her middle. She wiggled her bottom against his groin suggestively, stimulating his morning hard cock. She heard him moan sleepily as he slowly woke up. He yawned and stretched widely before bringing his arms back around her body, tugging her close.
“Good morning, sleep well?” His lips nibbled at her neck.
“Mmmm.” She had enjoyed herself the night before and was hoping for a repeat performance. She ground her bottom into his groin once more, hoping he’d get the hint.
“Minx.”
He did.
Sirius wrapped an arm around her chest, his hand lighting on her breast, his fingers playing with her nipple. His other arm wrapped around her hips, his hand on her bare pussy, stroking the skin there, enjoying the new feel.
She felt him enter from behind in their spooned position, Hermione sighed her pleasure. His arms tightened around her, holding her in place as thrust into her. His pace was unhurried, his lips caressed her neck and whispered tenderness in her ear.
Hermione was enveloped in him, loving the feel of him all around her. Still too sleepy for vigorous sex, he kept his pace slow, reaching deep within her heat. His fingers found her sensitive nub, he gently rubbed her, without intensity, simply enjoying the feel of their union.
The tension in her body was building slowly, coiling gently in her belly. Sirius nibbled along her neck, all the while telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her. His low voice rumbled in his chest sending vibrations through her body.
“Siriusss…”
Small jolts of pleasure shot through her as he increased his pace by increments, they were in no hurry this morning. Her low moaning excited him, he thrust a little faster, his speech becoming coarser. He told her how good she felt, how much he enjoyed making love to her.
Hermione was aware of nothing, only Sirius was real to her, only this man who set her mind and body on fire. Every nerve in her body sung his praises as ripples of heated pleasure began to mount and subside only to mount higher. The energy in her body was building, building, building as he slowly brought her to the very edge and let her look but not leap. He held her body on the precipice, her rough keening moan testing his resolve.
Finally, he released her, she lost muscle control as she broke, a flood of warmth flowing out of her as molten lava moved across her body in deep waves, one after another, after another. She cried out her love to him as she came. He was no match for her, she brought him over the edge, howling her name. Her body quivered in his arms, her breathing labored, heart racing.
Their bodies relaxed back into each other, she turned so that she faced him, their lips meeting for the first time that morning. Arms caressed tenderly as they slowed down, the warmth from their love making holding them close.
“That was…” She wasn’t sure how to describe it.
“You are an amazing woman, Hermione. What you do to me…” Sirius gazed at her in admiration and awe. He had known a lot of women in his life but none compared to her, none came close to touching her.
“I love you, Sirius.”
“And I love you, baby.”
They held each other quietly, sharing unhurried, sensual kisses, softly touching each other. They dozed lightly in each others arms.
Sirius was the first to stir, his stomach complaining loudly. She had fallen back to sleep so he got up to make them breakfast. He threw on a pair of sweatpants and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him.
Sirius looked out into his living room and startled. Remus, Harry and Ron were sitting around talking quietly.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Sirius was surprised to have company.
“Did you forget?” Remus had an odd, amused expression on his face.
“Apparently.” Sirius walked into the family room looking puzzled.
“We’re staying the weekend, remember?” Harry looked a little hurt that he had been forgotten.
“I’m sorry Harry, of course. Things have been, well…there’s been some developments around here.” Sirius chose his wording carefully.
“Yes, we’ve been listening to those developments for the last half hour.” Remus’ amused expression broke down into a chuckle. “By the way, you’ve got owls.”
“At least we didn’t have to see it this time.” Ron flushed at Remus’ confession.
“Oh, uh…sorry?” Sirius wasn’t sure what to say, it was his house after all. If he wanted to have loud sex with his wife he damn well would.
“You’re familiar with Silencing Charms, yes?” Remus was enjoying this.
“We live alone, Moony.” Sirius could see the humor in the situation although it was doubtful that the boys did.
“Where’s Hermione?” Harry made an attempt at changing the subject.
“She’s, uh…asleep.”
Remus chuckled.
“Asleep! We just heard…” Harry thumped Ron. Ron glared at Harry.
“Are you hungry? I was just about to make breakfast.” Sirius was interested in getting off the topic.
The boys chorused in the affirmative.
“So, what shall we have?” Sirius rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Eggs, sausage, toast…how does that sound?”
He got ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ from Harry and Ron. Remus followed Sirius into the kitchen, the boys settled themselves around Sirius’ chess set.
“So, the nudge was a success, good for you, good for both of you.” Remus settled himself on a bar stool.
Sirius grinned at Remus, unable to hide his happiness and not willing to try. He walked over to the kitchen window and let in six owls.
“Popular.” Remus casually commented on the amount of correspondence.
“Looks that way, doesn’t it?” Sirius had to admit, he was surprised. “Let’s see…Hermione Black, Mrs. Sirius Black, Hermione Black, Hermione Granger Black, Hermione Black and the Prophet.” Sirius looked at Remus, stunned. He pushed the scrolls toward Remus
“Let me see…who are they from…” Remus’ eyes instantly went up in surprise. “What the…this one is from the Daughters of the International Warlock Convention. What in Merlin’s name are they doing writing to her?”
“That is odd.” Sirius frowned. “This one is from Cliodna Lestrange…probably confirming her invitation.”
“Clio? Really?” Remus glanced at Sirius’ face for reaction. Sirius’ forehead was furrowed, his hand rubbed at his jaw. “So how was your date, did she have fun?” Remus picked up another scroll.
“Yeah, you should have seen how beautiful she was.” Sirius’ expression softened, he glanced at Remus who was looking at him bemusedly. Sirius turned his head away to hide his flushed face.
Remus was too happy for Sirius to take the shot, he simply picked up another scroll and read aloud who sent it. “This one is from WWN. Sirius, what happened last night?”
“I just introduced her around, she made a bit of a splash to be honest.” Sirius turned his attention to breakfast and let Remus read to him.
“How much of a splash did she make?” Remus looked at another scroll. “This one is from the Prophet.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Unless Rita is prepared to kiss Hermione’s arse that is never going to happen and even then it still might not happen.”
Remus chuckled, he had heard Hermione rant about Rita more than once. “This one is from Witch Weekly.”
Sirius laughed, “I’ve got quite the popular witch.” He walked into the family room. “Breakfast!” The boys scrambled to their feet as Sirius turned to the bedroom. He opened the door and then closed it behind him.
Hermione was stretching and waking, she smiled as he entered the room.
“Nice nap?”
“Mmmm.”
“We’ve got company.” He sat down on the bed beside her.
Hermione looked puzzled for a moment. “Oh! Harry and Ron!”
“I made breakfast so whenever you’re ready, you’ve got friends waiting.” He leaned over to kiss her forehead.
“I think I’ll shower first.” Sirius nodded and got up.
When he got to the door he paused and turned. “This morning was wonderful.”
Hermione smiled, blushed and scampered into the bathroom.
Sirius left the bedroom and returned to the kitchen.
“I almost forgot. Dora told me about Hermione and Lyra.” Remus was grinning from ear to ear.
“Who’s Lyra?” Harry looked between Remus and Sirius.
“Sirius’ ex girlfriend.” Remus wore a sly grin.
“That’s over stating it, don’t you think?” Sirius frowned at Remus.
“Alright, how about…” Sirius cut him off.
“Do we really need to clarify it?” Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus who was laughing openly.
Harry looked at Sirius with a raised eyebrow and the barest hint of a smirk. Everyone knew about Sirius’ reputation. “So, what happened between your wife and your ex girlfriend?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth Harry snickered. “Just how bad did Lyra come off?”
“According to Dora, Hermione really put her in her place.” Remus filled his plate.
“What did I do? I heard my name.” Hermione walked into the kitchen, showered and dressed, her hair still wet.
“We were just hearing about Lyra.” Sirius shot a warning look at Ron.
“Oh, her” Hermione screwed her face into a scowl.
“So what happened?” Harry ignored Sirius.
“She walked in, complaining about getting brushed off. Turns out it was Sirius who brushed her off, she insulted him…I defended him.” She smiled shyly at Sirius.
“Overly simplistic.” Remus pointed out her omission.
Hermione sighed. “She insinuated that Sirius was going to cheat on me. I told her I wasn’t worried considering he had just turned her down.”
Sirius walked up behind her and put his arms around her and whispered in her ear. “Thank you for the vote of confidence. It means a great deal to me.”
Harry cleared his throat. Sirius shot him a dark look.
Harry smiled. Sirius relaxed.
Hermione patted Sirius on the arm and stepped toward the food. “I’m starving, I seem to have worked up and appetite.”
Ron choked on his coffee. Hermione gave Ron an odd expression, she wasn’t being purposefully crude and didn’t know the whole house had heard their love making.
“You’ve got a ton of mail and we’re dying to know what it’s about.” Remus pushed the scrolls to her when she sat down.
“Really? All this is for me?” Hermione picked up a scroll with a wax seal. She broke the seal and read the letter.
“Hmmm…I’ve been invited to attend a meeting of some club.” Hermione drew a piece of bacon to her mouth but paused at Remus and Sirius’ look of shock. “What?”
“You’ve been invited to a meeting of the Daughter’s?” There was an odd tone in Sirius’ voice.
She looked at the letter again. “Apparently.” She handed it over to Sirius.
He took the letter and read it and then handed it to Remus.
“What’s the big deal?” Harry looked between Sirius and Remus.
“Well, it’s just…I mean…not that we agree with their policy or anything but it’s an organization that is fairly exclusive. To be a member you have to prove your pureblood status back to the International Warlock Convention of 1289.” Remus looked very puzzled. “I mean you’re muggleborn, they’ve never let in a muggleborn before.”
“Why would I want to join their club? They’d all hate me.” Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
“Would they have made a mistake in sending Hermione the letter?” Harry pointed to a reasonable possibility.
“Rather unlikely. They are very selective even beyond just that. Lyra’s been trying to join for the last five years. She can prove her status but she’s not the sort of girl they let in.” Sirius suddenly let loose a bark of laughter. “If they were to let you in by some miracle that would just kill her!”
Hermione grinned, anything that would irritate Lyra was wonderful in her book.
“So if this is a legitimate offer, Hermione would be the first muggleborn to join?” Ron spoke with his mouth full.
“Yeah, first ever.” Remus paused for a moment, concentrating on something. “You should join.”
“That’s ridiculous.” She picked up another scroll and opened it.
“No, it’s not. What did we fight for, Hermione, if not this?” Harry’s tone was slightly harsh, he was a little surprised at her.
“We fought so I could join some silly society ladies club?” Hermione looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
“No, we fought so that muggleborns would be treated the same as purebloods.” Ron picked up the beat and joined in with Harry.
“What? So I can be their token muggleborn, so they can prove how progressive they are? I’m not some sell out.” Hermione shook her head and read the letter in her hand.
“You are a living, breathing example of the viciousness of the pureblood ideal. First you had to marry to avoid Azkaban, then you almost died in the name of blood purity. Who better than you to lead the way for real social change?” Sirius was looking at her with real admiration, he knew what her choice would be and it made him love her all the more.
Hermione bit her lip to hide a little grin. Sirius made a strong point and now she knew she had his support. She didn’t answer them right away. “This is from Glenda Chittock’s office, they’ve given me a list of possible dates.”
“Dates for what?” Harry stood up and took his plate to the sink.
“Glenda offered Hermione a guest spot on her program, Witching Hour.” Sirius was so proud of his wife and it carried in his tone.
“Wow! Mum loves that program!” Ron looked at her like she was some sort of celebrity.
“A star is born!” Remus teased Hermione a little, now even more curious as to what was in the other letters. He unrolled the Daily Prophet and looked in the society pages, he had his suspicions.
“I thought she was just being nice.” Hermione was excited and nervous at the prospect of being heard nationally.
“Not Glenda, she’s a really genuine person.” Sirius thought all of this attention would do Hermione good. She seemed to not know how special she was.
Hermione unrolled another letter. “How do I politely say ‘No, thank you. I’m terrified at the thought of being alone with you.’”
Sirius looked over her should. “Clio is alright. She’s a little like me and ‘Dromeda, she’s a bit more elitist than us but still a nice person. You should go, especially if you’re serious about joining the Daughter’s.”
“I haven’t made up my mind.” Hermione wondered if she were lying. She conjured parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. She penned a response to Cliodna Lestrange and set it aside. If Cliodna were harmless it would be rude not to go.
Sirius handed her the letter from Witch Weekly, he wanted to save Rita’s letter for the last.
“Ha!” Remus made them all jump. He spread out the prophet and pointed his finger to the front page of the society section. There in all their splendor were Hermione and Sirius. Sirius was smiling confidently into the camera while Hermione tried to look demurely away. He read aloud from the article.
‘Sirius Black and his lovely bride Hermione Granger Black made the social scene at last night’s Queen Maeve gala. Hermione is a relative unknown to the social elite but that didn’t stop her from being adored by one and all. It is rumored that this lovely young woman was even noticed by the Daughter’s of the International Warlock Convention, a particularly remarkable feat for the young muggleborn witch. Of course, any woman capable of taming the notorious Sirius Black would be noteworthy. Hermione is known to be best friend to Harry Potter and played a pivotal role in the war against Voldemort. Keep a sharp eye on this rising young star.’
“Why do they always find a way to interject my name into everything?” Harry huffed lightly, overly tired of seeing his name in the Prophet.
Hermione was sporting a lovely blush, she giggled softly and looked away.
“Well, well, well…This does explain a few things.” Sirius was grinning from ear to ear.
“Hard to believe that Rita wrote that article.” Remus looked thoughtful once more. “That must be the Daughter’s doing.”
Hermione shook her head, she was starting to feel a bit giddy. She unrolled the letter from Witch Weekly and laughed nervously. “It just gets stranger and stranger.”
“What does?” Ron tried to read over her shoulder.
“They want to do an interview with me.” Hermione looked flabbergasted.
Sirius laughed. “You’re almost as famous as me and Harry, baby!”
“You know…you should tell you’re story. How you had to get married and then were cursed. You shouldn’t let them forget what they did to you Hermione.” Harry was being completely serious.
“That’s not a bad idea. If the Daughter’s are still serious about you joining after the article has run then it helps set your agenda.” Remus looked at Hermione with a thoughtful expression.
“My agenda?” Hermione sounded perplexed.
“The Daughter’s are pretty powerful, you’ll be in a unique position to do a lot of good. If you are open about equality and fair treatment for muggleborns and purebloods alike from the beginning you could get some remarkable things accomplished.” Sirius was so proud to be her husband, he marveled at the affect she could have on their world.
“Yeah, Hermione! Like spew only for muggleborns.” Ron was nodding his head in agreement with Sirius.
“It’s not spew, it’s S.P.E.W.!”
Harry and Ron grinned at each other. Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron loved to give her a hard time about S.P.E.W. Sirius pushed the last letter over to her, she unfurled it. Her expression darkened as she read it.
“Well, if she thinks I’m just going to let bygones be bygones she’s got another thing coming.” She tossed the letter down.
“It’s a little more publicity, sweetheart. One more venue to be heard from. If you are serious about the Daughter’s you should consider doing the interview.” Sirius lay his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze.
“I haven’t made up my mind.” She weakly protested his assumption.
“I know better.” Sirius smiled at her, his head cocked to one side.
“Yes, alright. It is a good opportunity.” Hermione caved as she knew she would.
“That’s my little protester!” She slapped Sirius playfully on the arm. He put his arm around her and kissed her temple.
“I don’t know anything about the Daughter’s. I’m going to have to buy some books to do a little reading up on them.” Hermione chewed on the end of her quill.
“No problem there, I’m sure Flourish and Blott’s has a wonderful selection of books on the Daughter’s.” Sirius was more than happy to buy her a treasury of books on the subject.
“You should also get some books on wizard etiquette.” Remus offered his suggestion.
“This is going to take a ton of research and I still have my NEWTs to study for.” Hermione felt a wave of relief, she was glad she had something to concentrate on.
“Hermione…why is your necklace glowing.” Ron leaned in closer to take a better look at the necklace Sirius gave her.
“My what is what?” Hermione sat up in surprise.
“Yeah, it is glowing.” Harry squinted at her neck.
Remus and Sirius looked at each other in alarm. Sirius jumped out of his chair and scooped Hermione into his arms.
“I’ll stay with the boys.” Sirius nodded curtly at Remus.
“Sirius put me down, what’s going on?” Hermione struggled weakly against his strong arms.
Remus rushed along beside Sirius to the fireplace, he threw some powder in.
“St. Mungo’s” Sirius stepped holding Hermione tightly to him. They disappeared in swirl of green flames.