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Rita Skeeter
NC17
Hermione sat relaxed into Sirius, they were in their family room, drinking tea and talking with Rita Skeeter. Hermione had forced Rita to sign a document against defaming her in any manner. It didn’t matter to Hermione how many promises Skeeter had made to Sirius, Hermione didn’t trust her as far as she could throw her. Actually, it was a good deal less than that.
Rita had been harboring a suspicion about the marriage for some time. What little she knew of Hermione didn’t mesh with the great deal she knew of Sirius. Ever since that day in the ministry she had been pondering the complexity of this particular twosome. When Sirius returned her correspondence saying they wanted to come clean about the marriage, to set the record straight, well…to say she had been salivating would be polite.
Now that the interview was near its completion she saw these two people in a completely different light. She would never have thought Sirius capable of such a selfless act. Her career had focused on only one aspect of his personality and it was a rather selfish one at that. Hermione she had only pity for, completely against her will, she rather enjoyed disliking the girl.
“I really only have one question left,” said Rita, looking at Hermione over her garish glasses. “And that is whether or not the Daughter’s have extended their invitation to you yet.”
“You say that like you expect them to.” Hermione narrowed her eyes at Rita, wondering what the other witch knew that she didn’t.
“Of course I expect them to, they have to really, to save their hides.” Rita smiled widely giving Hermione a perfect view of her gold teeth.
“Save their hides?” Sirius raised an eyebrow in doubt.
“Oh, yes. They’re very close to quite a bit of hot water. That law that caused you a spot of bother had Narcissa Malfoy’s fingerprints all over it. It actually started with her, Lucius ran with it once it wormed its way into the ministry.” Rita smirked at Hermione’s shocked expression. “There’s more too, darker and nastier I suspect, with that bunch that’s been in charge for so long now.”
Hermione took a deep breath. “I had tea with Cliodna Lestrange.”
“Piece of work, that one. She’ll smile at you while stabbing you in the back. Mind you watch out for her.” Rita examined her nails while she waited for Hermione to continue.
“Yes, that’s exactly it. She said all these horrible things to me while acting like we were best girlfriends or something. She said had been working very hard for me, to get me on the Daughter’s.” Hermione had moved forward in her seat and was gesturing with her hands. Sirius sat back to keep out of her way.
“Seeing how far she could push you, see what you were made of, I imagine. She wanted to know if she can control you or not.” Rita took her glasses off and put one end in her mouth. “They need you, Hermione but you are a calculated risk to them. They deal in influence but if they are completely discredited then they have very little influence to peddle. So…when do you say yes?”
Hermione ignored the question. “How can they even get me on, with that bylaw of theirs?”
“Loophole that involves your last name. Not all of those family names are deemed equal, some were set above the others. There is a chair in their chambers which has the Black crest on it and can only be sat by a Black or the wife of a Black. The last Black to sit there was Bellatrix but seeing as she’s in Azkaban now…” Rita trailed off, eyeing Hermione closely. “So, I’ll ask again, when are you going to say yes?”
“Haven’t decided if I will say yes,” said Hermione. She had a lot of information to digest.
“You’re considering turning it down? That would be rather foolish of you.” Rita looked at Hermione with surprise.
“Why is that?”
“Influence, dear. There are very few pro muggleborn laws, you have far less rights than you know. You could change some of that.” Rita put her glasses back on.
“I actually do know, the laws are very one sided in favor of purebloods.” Hermione sat back with a small huff.
“Well, think it over. Don’t sit on the sidelines just because you don’t like some of the players.” Rita put her Quill back in her bag. “I better be off.” They all three stood, Sirius walked Rita to the door.
“Kick her into play,” whispered Rita under her breath.
“Bye, Rita.” Sirius gave her a smile that hid what he might be thinking of her comment and shut the door after her.
Sirius knew that Hermione would need some time to think about what she had just learned. Instead of pulling her into a discussion he announced that he needed to meet with Remus. Hermione nodded taking note of the fact that he suddenly looked very excited about something.
“I need to study, anyway.” Hermione gave him a bemused expression, he looked ancy, like he was afraid she might tell him he couldn’t leave.
Hermione walked over to him with a quizzical look wondering why he wouldn’t meet her eyes. To cover for it Sirius pulled her into a passionate kiss that left her dizzy and breathless. Satisfied that she wasn’t going to ask any questions he darted out the door as fast as he could.
Hermione shook her head and laughed and walked back to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.
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Hermione lay stretched out on her new chaise lounge in the library, reading quietly. She had thought it was a rather silly thing to have in a library but Sirius was worried about her wellbeing in the coming months. His explanation for the purchase was that it looked comfortable. The strong visual image of Sirius Black trying out a chaise was one that would send her into a fit of giggles every time. Every gesture such as this filled her with warmth and happiness she never knew was possible. Hermione looked up and over her book when she heard the door to the basement open, a moment later she heard Sirius tromping down the stairs. She smiled brightly from her reclined position on the ridiculous couch.
Sirius looked at Hermione smiling up at him and completely forgot why he had come down here. She was wearing those impossibly tiny shorts of hers, the third button on her blouse had accidently come undone revealing the swell of her cleavage. Her unruly hair was spread out like a dark halo behind her, one leg was bent up, the other dangled off the couch. She was peering at him innocently from over her book.
Sirius swallowed a knot in his suddenly dry throat and then fidgeted in his newly uncomfortable pants. He shook himself mentally, recovered, slightly, and sauntered closer to her, choosing his method of attack.
“Hey,” she greeted, wondering why he hadn’t said anything.
Sirius smiled and cleared his throat, his eyes sweeping across her displayed form. He reached the chaise and slid in behind her, the large couch easily fitting them both. He danced his fingers along her bent leg, beginning with her feet and ending at the bottoms of her shorts.
“If you want to get anything done down here, you probably shouldn’t wear these.” His husky baritone sent an electric thrill through her body.
“Why is that Mr. Black?”
“Because it is unlikely you will get to wear them for very long.” In one swift movement he had the shorts off her body, Hermione yelped in surprise.
Sirius threaded one arm around her body, using his free hand to toss her book aside and undo the remaining buttons. Instead of removing her blouse he simply opened it to reveal her creamy mounds and rosy peaks. He stroked his palm across her chest, grazing his thumb across both nipples, Hermione sighed into his touch.
He nibbled and sucked along her neck, pulling her body close and pressing his pelvis into her so she could feel his trapped hardness. He slid his fingers into the side of her knickers and slipped one into her heat. Hermione called softly out to him.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” Sirius added a finger and massaged her sensually.
Hermione moaned in response, he pumped in and out of her slowly. She thrust herself against his hand, panting and mewing as his thumb grazed across her clit.
“I need you, Sirius…”
Sirius pulled his fingers out of her, giving them a lick and letting her see him do so. Her eyes widened slightly even as she gave a frustrated groan at the loss of him. He flicked open the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper. He disrobed only as much as needed to free his erection. He parted her thighs and moved her knickers to the side again and pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. “Hurts so good, Sirius,” her voice was rough, sounding almost pained as she panted out her praise to him. “Every time…oh, god…”
“You love my cock, don’t you, baby?” Sirius pumped his pelvis into her slowly, loving the feel of her tight, wet sleeve enveloped around him. Their bodies moved together slowly, rhythmically, dancing together in perfect harmony. Sirius fought against himself to take her too fast. “Sirius,” she whined, knowing full well he would tease her anyway. He loved to drag the pleasure out for the both of them, to drive them both crazy with wanting their release. He listened to her begging, letting it excite him more, making him thrust a little faster, a little harder.
It wasn’t long before his easy pace in their languid position wasn’t enough for him. He needed something different, wanted more of her, all he could reach. Sirius pulled out and sat up, Hermione whimpered in protest. He roughly pulled one her legs flush against his body, her ankle over his shoulder and reentered, the new position allowing him to put his full length inside of her. He hit bottom and grinned when she called out to him in pleasure. He used her leg as leverage while bracing with his on the floor to piston himself brutally in and out, over and over. His thumb grazed lightly along her clit, sending chills of pleasure through her as he took her higher and higher with him.
Hermione watched him awestruck, he was a heavenly sight to behold, the picture of masculine grace and power. Every muscle in his body was flexed, his chest heaving like a racehorse, his mouth hanging open to take in more air. She braced herself against the high backed front of the chaise and just let herself feel as he took her. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes locked to where they were joined as he threw his pelvis with jackhammer force. He looked up to see her watching as he feasted on her young body, the pupils blown in her hungry eyes.
“I love fucking you, baby.”
Sirius felt her tighten around him, calling to him, her face frozen in pleasure. Sirius rode her orgasm and found his own completion, moaning her name in ecstasy.
“Sirius? Hermione? Are you…oh my god…I’m so sorry!” Ginny scampered back up the stairs.
Hermione struggled to catch her breath, trying to grasp what just happened, her mind still clouded and hazy. “Ginny, its her weekend.” She hastily fastened the buttons on her blouse.
“I left the door to the basement open, I actually came down here to remind you that everyone was coming over today.” Sirius chuckled at himself as he zippered and buttoned his pants. “The rest of them will be here in about an hour.”
Hermione hopped one legged into her shorts and ran out of the library, glaring at Sirius who was hanging back, pretending to be interested in her forgotten book. She found Ginny in the family room, smirking at her as she entered.
“I see you two are up to your usual tricks.” Ginny never had any problems teasing Hermione.
“I’m really sorry, Ginny.” Hermione was red faced, not quite able to meet Ginny’s eyes.
Ginny waved her hand dismissively. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she said, continuing her torture with a sly grin. She looked Hermione up and down. “Hadn’t you better change?”
Hermione looked up at the grandfather clock and squealed, she dashed off to the bedroom without a backward glance. Ginny sauntered into the kitchen and perused what Hermione and Sirius had on hand and began to make sandwiches and cut cake into squares. The basement door opened, Sirius gave Ginny a guilty smile. Ginny said nothing about what she had witnessed, instead she put him to work.
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Laughter filtered down from the family room into the library, five men looked at each other bemusedly, each wondering what they had gotten themselves into. Sirius cast a nervous glance at the basement door before daring to enjoy the cigar in his fingers. If he were caught, he’d be a dead man and he knew it.
“You enjoy flirting with danger, don’t you?” Bill baited him whilst a great smoke ship left his lips.
“He does more than flirt with her, Bill.” Fred stepped into the game that Bill started.
Sirius took a sip of his firewhiskey, pointedly ignoring their goad.
“You don’t know the half of it,” said Remus. “Ask Sirius what he bought today.”
“Alright,” said George. “Sirius, pray tell, what did you buy today?”
A great grin spread across Sirius’ face. “Gents, today I bought myself a new motorbike.”
“Now ask the great, dirty coward where he’s keeping it.” Sirius shot Remus a death glare.
“I want it to be a surprise.”
Another peal of laughter filtered down from upstairs, five pairs of eyes looked at the ceiling as if it had any answers.
“Any takers for how long that is going to stay friendly?” George waggled his eyebrows, sincere about his offer.
“Why wouldn’t it stay friendly?” Remus was genuinely confused.
“I got this one.” Sirius turned to his friend. “Five witches are upstairs picking out one bridesmaid dress for all of their weddings. They all have their own ideas and each will want it her way. This will not end well.”
“So? Why can’t they do that and stay friendly?” The picture wasn’t getting any clearer for Remus.
Bill shook his head. “Put me down for Fleur, if I know her she’s throwing the first hex.” He tossed fifty galleons at George.
“I don’t think so, mate. Fleur may start it but Hermione will finish it,” said Sirius confidently, laying down his fifty as well.
“Sure about that?” George was writing all of this down.
“Absolutely,” grinned Sirius. “My witch is pregnant, hormones!”
“Should we really be taking bets on this?” Remus tried to be the voice of reason in a room full of scoundrels. He was patently ignored.
“Back to this motorbike of yours, why does it have to be a surprise?” Fred put his cigar to his lips and pulled on it, releasing a lovely smoke dragon.
“We’re taking it on our honeymoon.” Sirius was rather pleased with his grand idea. “When I’m all done with her, she’ll fly, literally.”
Fred choked on his firewhiskey. “I’ve never been to a wedding and a funeral, should be interesting.” He continued to cough from the burning liquid that had invaded his lungs.
“You know she hates to fly, right?” George was fairly certain he had never met a bigger fool, he felt honored to be a witness.
“She hates to fly on brooms and hippogriffs,” corrected Sirius, “she’s never been on a flying motorbike.”
“You’re really not that good a liar. He’s hiding it because he doesn’t want her to tell him no.” Remus snickered at Sirius’ apprehension.
“Well, we better enjoy you while we’ve still got you,” said Fred, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Your stag party is first, then?”
“Me? Oh, we’ve been married six or seven months now, I can’t have a stag party, can I?” Sirius looked a little dejected at his own words.
“It wouldn’t be a proper wedding unless the groom was hung over, would it? Especially considering he’d be you.” Remus took a sip of his firewhiskey and raised an eyebrow in challenge.
“She’s not gelded you yet, has she?” Bill chimed in with Remus.
“I offer the fact that she’s pregnant as evidence to the contrary.” Sirius took mock offence to Bill’s provocation.
“I owe it to James to get you as drunk as you got him.” Remus smiled fondly at the memory of James and Lily’s wedding.
“Lily was always frightening when she was angry, I’m just lucky that hex missed me.” Unconsciously Sirius took an edgy glance at the ceiling.
“So you’re not nervous then? I suppose it’s a little late for cold feet.” Bill gave Sirius a look of sympathy at being the first on the chopping block.
“Well, not about the marriage but the wedding, yeah, I think I am. I had no idea this was such serious business.” Sirius hadn’t given much thought to what went into a wedding. Now that he was living it, the pressure was on, so to speak. “We’re having the ceremony in her parent’s church, we have to get a muggle marriage license or the minister won’t go through with it.”
Suddenly there was a loud bang from upstairs and a shrill cry with a French accent.
“Told you!” Bill vanished his cigar and the smoke that came with it and took off for the stairs.
“He’s joking, right?” Remus looked from Sirius to the retreating form of Bill Weasley.
George and Fred ran up the stairs with identical wicked grins.
Sirius cleared the air with his wand and vanished the cigars and ashtrays. He was in too much of a hurry, leaving a lingering smell of cigar in the library. He dashed up the stairs after the other three leaving a somewhat disbelieving Remus to make up his own mind.
Rita Skeeter
NC17
Hermione sat relaxed into Sirius, they were in their family room, drinking tea and talking with Rita Skeeter. Hermione had forced Rita to sign a document against defaming her in any manner. It didn’t matter to Hermione how many promises Skeeter had made to Sirius, Hermione didn’t trust her as far as she could throw her. Actually, it was a good deal less than that.
Rita had been harboring a suspicion about the marriage for some time. What little she knew of Hermione didn’t mesh with the great deal she knew of Sirius. Ever since that day in the ministry she had been pondering the complexity of this particular twosome. When Sirius returned her correspondence saying they wanted to come clean about the marriage, to set the record straight, well…to say she had been salivating would be polite.
Now that the interview was near its completion she saw these two people in a completely different light. She would never have thought Sirius capable of such a selfless act. Her career had focused on only one aspect of his personality and it was a rather selfish one at that. Hermione she had only pity for, completely against her will, she rather enjoyed disliking the girl.
“I really only have one question left,” said Rita, looking at Hermione over her garish glasses. “And that is whether or not the Daughter’s have extended their invitation to you yet.”
“You say that like you expect them to.” Hermione narrowed her eyes at Rita, wondering what the other witch knew that she didn’t.
“Of course I expect them to, they have to really, to save their hides.” Rita smiled widely giving Hermione a perfect view of her gold teeth.
“Save their hides?” Sirius raised an eyebrow in doubt.
“Oh, yes. They’re very close to quite a bit of hot water. That law that caused you a spot of bother had Narcissa Malfoy’s fingerprints all over it. It actually started with her, Lucius ran with it once it wormed its way into the ministry.” Rita smirked at Hermione’s shocked expression. “There’s more too, darker and nastier I suspect, with that bunch that’s been in charge for so long now.”
Hermione took a deep breath. “I had tea with Cliodna Lestrange.”
“Piece of work, that one. She’ll smile at you while stabbing you in the back. Mind you watch out for her.” Rita examined her nails while she waited for Hermione to continue.
“Yes, that’s exactly it. She said all these horrible things to me while acting like we were best girlfriends or something. She said had been working very hard for me, to get me on the Daughter’s.” Hermione had moved forward in her seat and was gesturing with her hands. Sirius sat back to keep out of her way.
“Seeing how far she could push you, see what you were made of, I imagine. She wanted to know if she can control you or not.” Rita took her glasses off and put one end in her mouth. “They need you, Hermione but you are a calculated risk to them. They deal in influence but if they are completely discredited then they have very little influence to peddle. So…when do you say yes?”
Hermione ignored the question. “How can they even get me on, with that bylaw of theirs?”
“Loophole that involves your last name. Not all of those family names are deemed equal, some were set above the others. There is a chair in their chambers which has the Black crest on it and can only be sat by a Black or the wife of a Black. The last Black to sit there was Bellatrix but seeing as she’s in Azkaban now…” Rita trailed off, eyeing Hermione closely. “So, I’ll ask again, when are you going to say yes?”
“Haven’t decided if I will say yes,” said Hermione. She had a lot of information to digest.
“You’re considering turning it down? That would be rather foolish of you.” Rita looked at Hermione with surprise.
“Why is that?”
“Influence, dear. There are very few pro muggleborn laws, you have far less rights than you know. You could change some of that.” Rita put her glasses back on.
“I actually do know, the laws are very one sided in favor of purebloods.” Hermione sat back with a small huff.
“Well, think it over. Don’t sit on the sidelines just because you don’t like some of the players.” Rita put her Quill back in her bag. “I better be off.” They all three stood, Sirius walked Rita to the door.
“Kick her into play,” whispered Rita under her breath.
“Bye, Rita.” Sirius gave her a smile that hid what he might be thinking of her comment and shut the door after her.
Sirius knew that Hermione would need some time to think about what she had just learned. Instead of pulling her into a discussion he announced that he needed to meet with Remus. Hermione nodded taking note of the fact that he suddenly looked very excited about something.
“I need to study, anyway.” Hermione gave him a bemused expression, he looked ancy, like he was afraid she might tell him he couldn’t leave.
Hermione walked over to him with a quizzical look wondering why he wouldn’t meet her eyes. To cover for it Sirius pulled her into a passionate kiss that left her dizzy and breathless. Satisfied that she wasn’t going to ask any questions he darted out the door as fast as he could.
Hermione shook her head and laughed and walked back to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.
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Hermione lay stretched out on her new chaise lounge in the library, reading quietly. She had thought it was a rather silly thing to have in a library but Sirius was worried about her wellbeing in the coming months. His explanation for the purchase was that it looked comfortable. The strong visual image of Sirius Black trying out a chaise was one that would send her into a fit of giggles every time. Every gesture such as this filled her with warmth and happiness she never knew was possible. Hermione looked up and over her book when she heard the door to the basement open, a moment later she heard Sirius tromping down the stairs. She smiled brightly from her reclined position on the ridiculous couch.
Sirius looked at Hermione smiling up at him and completely forgot why he had come down here. She was wearing those impossibly tiny shorts of hers, the third button on her blouse had accidently come undone revealing the swell of her cleavage. Her unruly hair was spread out like a dark halo behind her, one leg was bent up, the other dangled off the couch. She was peering at him innocently from over her book.
Sirius swallowed a knot in his suddenly dry throat and then fidgeted in his newly uncomfortable pants. He shook himself mentally, recovered, slightly, and sauntered closer to her, choosing his method of attack.
“Hey,” she greeted, wondering why he hadn’t said anything.
Sirius smiled and cleared his throat, his eyes sweeping across her displayed form. He reached the chaise and slid in behind her, the large couch easily fitting them both. He danced his fingers along her bent leg, beginning with her feet and ending at the bottoms of her shorts.
“If you want to get anything done down here, you probably shouldn’t wear these.” His husky baritone sent an electric thrill through her body.
“Why is that Mr. Black?”
“Because it is unlikely you will get to wear them for very long.” In one swift movement he had the shorts off her body, Hermione yelped in surprise.
Sirius threaded one arm around her body, using his free hand to toss her book aside and undo the remaining buttons. Instead of removing her blouse he simply opened it to reveal her creamy mounds and rosy peaks. He stroked his palm across her chest, grazing his thumb across both nipples, Hermione sighed into his touch.
He nibbled and sucked along her neck, pulling her body close and pressing his pelvis into her so she could feel his trapped hardness. He slid his fingers into the side of her knickers and slipped one into her heat. Hermione called softly out to him.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” Sirius added a finger and massaged her sensually.
Hermione moaned in response, he pumped in and out of her slowly. She thrust herself against his hand, panting and mewing as his thumb grazed across her clit.
“I need you, Sirius…”
Sirius pulled his fingers out of her, giving them a lick and letting her see him do so. Her eyes widened slightly even as she gave a frustrated groan at the loss of him. He flicked open the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper. He disrobed only as much as needed to free his erection. He parted her thighs and moved her knickers to the side again and pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch. “Hurts so good, Sirius,” her voice was rough, sounding almost pained as she panted out her praise to him. “Every time…oh, god…”
“You love my cock, don’t you, baby?” Sirius pumped his pelvis into her slowly, loving the feel of her tight, wet sleeve enveloped around him. Their bodies moved together slowly, rhythmically, dancing together in perfect harmony. Sirius fought against himself to take her too fast. “Sirius,” she whined, knowing full well he would tease her anyway. He loved to drag the pleasure out for the both of them, to drive them both crazy with wanting their release. He listened to her begging, letting it excite him more, making him thrust a little faster, a little harder.
It wasn’t long before his easy pace in their languid position wasn’t enough for him. He needed something different, wanted more of her, all he could reach. Sirius pulled out and sat up, Hermione whimpered in protest. He roughly pulled one her legs flush against his body, her ankle over his shoulder and reentered, the new position allowing him to put his full length inside of her. He hit bottom and grinned when she called out to him in pleasure. He used her leg as leverage while bracing with his on the floor to piston himself brutally in and out, over and over. His thumb grazed lightly along her clit, sending chills of pleasure through her as he took her higher and higher with him.
Hermione watched him awestruck, he was a heavenly sight to behold, the picture of masculine grace and power. Every muscle in his body was flexed, his chest heaving like a racehorse, his mouth hanging open to take in more air. She braced herself against the high backed front of the chaise and just let herself feel as he took her. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes locked to where they were joined as he threw his pelvis with jackhammer force. He looked up to see her watching as he feasted on her young body, the pupils blown in her hungry eyes.
“I love fucking you, baby.”
Sirius felt her tighten around him, calling to him, her face frozen in pleasure. Sirius rode her orgasm and found his own completion, moaning her name in ecstasy.
“Sirius? Hermione? Are you…oh my god…I’m so sorry!” Ginny scampered back up the stairs.
Hermione struggled to catch her breath, trying to grasp what just happened, her mind still clouded and hazy. “Ginny, its her weekend.” She hastily fastened the buttons on her blouse.
“I left the door to the basement open, I actually came down here to remind you that everyone was coming over today.” Sirius chuckled at himself as he zippered and buttoned his pants. “The rest of them will be here in about an hour.”
Hermione hopped one legged into her shorts and ran out of the library, glaring at Sirius who was hanging back, pretending to be interested in her forgotten book. She found Ginny in the family room, smirking at her as she entered.
“I see you two are up to your usual tricks.” Ginny never had any problems teasing Hermione.
“I’m really sorry, Ginny.” Hermione was red faced, not quite able to meet Ginny’s eyes.
Ginny waved her hand dismissively. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she said, continuing her torture with a sly grin. She looked Hermione up and down. “Hadn’t you better change?”
Hermione looked up at the grandfather clock and squealed, she dashed off to the bedroom without a backward glance. Ginny sauntered into the kitchen and perused what Hermione and Sirius had on hand and began to make sandwiches and cut cake into squares. The basement door opened, Sirius gave Ginny a guilty smile. Ginny said nothing about what she had witnessed, instead she put him to work.
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Laughter filtered down from the family room into the library, five men looked at each other bemusedly, each wondering what they had gotten themselves into. Sirius cast a nervous glance at the basement door before daring to enjoy the cigar in his fingers. If he were caught, he’d be a dead man and he knew it.
“You enjoy flirting with danger, don’t you?” Bill baited him whilst a great smoke ship left his lips.
“He does more than flirt with her, Bill.” Fred stepped into the game that Bill started.
Sirius took a sip of his firewhiskey, pointedly ignoring their goad.
“You don’t know the half of it,” said Remus. “Ask Sirius what he bought today.”
“Alright,” said George. “Sirius, pray tell, what did you buy today?”
A great grin spread across Sirius’ face. “Gents, today I bought myself a new motorbike.”
“Now ask the great, dirty coward where he’s keeping it.” Sirius shot Remus a death glare.
“I want it to be a surprise.”
Another peal of laughter filtered down from upstairs, five pairs of eyes looked at the ceiling as if it had any answers.
“Any takers for how long that is going to stay friendly?” George waggled his eyebrows, sincere about his offer.
“Why wouldn’t it stay friendly?” Remus was genuinely confused.
“I got this one.” Sirius turned to his friend. “Five witches are upstairs picking out one bridesmaid dress for all of their weddings. They all have their own ideas and each will want it her way. This will not end well.”
“So? Why can’t they do that and stay friendly?” The picture wasn’t getting any clearer for Remus.
Bill shook his head. “Put me down for Fleur, if I know her she’s throwing the first hex.” He tossed fifty galleons at George.
“I don’t think so, mate. Fleur may start it but Hermione will finish it,” said Sirius confidently, laying down his fifty as well.
“Sure about that?” George was writing all of this down.
“Absolutely,” grinned Sirius. “My witch is pregnant, hormones!”
“Should we really be taking bets on this?” Remus tried to be the voice of reason in a room full of scoundrels. He was patently ignored.
“Back to this motorbike of yours, why does it have to be a surprise?” Fred put his cigar to his lips and pulled on it, releasing a lovely smoke dragon.
“We’re taking it on our honeymoon.” Sirius was rather pleased with his grand idea. “When I’m all done with her, she’ll fly, literally.”
Fred choked on his firewhiskey. “I’ve never been to a wedding and a funeral, should be interesting.” He continued to cough from the burning liquid that had invaded his lungs.
“You know she hates to fly, right?” George was fairly certain he had never met a bigger fool, he felt honored to be a witness.
“She hates to fly on brooms and hippogriffs,” corrected Sirius, “she’s never been on a flying motorbike.”
“You’re really not that good a liar. He’s hiding it because he doesn’t want her to tell him no.” Remus snickered at Sirius’ apprehension.
“Well, we better enjoy you while we’ve still got you,” said Fred, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Your stag party is first, then?”
“Me? Oh, we’ve been married six or seven months now, I can’t have a stag party, can I?” Sirius looked a little dejected at his own words.
“It wouldn’t be a proper wedding unless the groom was hung over, would it? Especially considering he’d be you.” Remus took a sip of his firewhiskey and raised an eyebrow in challenge.
“She’s not gelded you yet, has she?” Bill chimed in with Remus.
“I offer the fact that she’s pregnant as evidence to the contrary.” Sirius took mock offence to Bill’s provocation.
“I owe it to James to get you as drunk as you got him.” Remus smiled fondly at the memory of James and Lily’s wedding.
“Lily was always frightening when she was angry, I’m just lucky that hex missed me.” Unconsciously Sirius took an edgy glance at the ceiling.
“So you’re not nervous then? I suppose it’s a little late for cold feet.” Bill gave Sirius a look of sympathy at being the first on the chopping block.
“Well, not about the marriage but the wedding, yeah, I think I am. I had no idea this was such serious business.” Sirius hadn’t given much thought to what went into a wedding. Now that he was living it, the pressure was on, so to speak. “We’re having the ceremony in her parent’s church, we have to get a muggle marriage license or the minister won’t go through with it.”
Suddenly there was a loud bang from upstairs and a shrill cry with a French accent.
“Told you!” Bill vanished his cigar and the smoke that came with it and took off for the stairs.
“He’s joking, right?” Remus looked from Sirius to the retreating form of Bill Weasley.
George and Fred ran up the stairs with identical wicked grins.
Sirius cleared the air with his wand and vanished the cigars and ashtrays. He was in too much of a hurry, leaving a lingering smell of cigar in the library. He dashed up the stairs after the other three leaving a somewhat disbelieving Remus to make up his own mind.
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Are they really arguing upstrais because of bridesmaid dresses? Now that will be a cool scene to read.
Another great chapter I might say, Rita turned out to be nice to Hermione and of course we got a little bit of smut. I'm wondering though when we'll find out if it's a girl or a boy, and the name picking, soon I hope.
Great work.
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About the motorbike, yeah...I'm going to have some fun with that but you'll just have to wait, its been awhile since she's been angry with him and the last time it was just so depressing it failed to be cute. Sirius is poking a stick into the hornets nest with that bike of his.
You will be waiting quite awhile for the sex of the baby. I'm sitting on that one, waiting a bit, its too soon right now but be patient sooner or later it will come out and the name which I have almost decided on. I'm still vacilating between a few.
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Yes, you're right, it's a bit too soon to know the sex of the baby, I guess I'm a nosy person. But, the name picking would be a nice ahead tiny treat to your readers *simpers*. Alright enough with being silly and nosy I won't bother you with this matter anymore.
Update soon please.
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typical sirius trying to hide something she might already know...well guess atleast!
can't wait to see hermione's reaction...and sirius' alibi!!!
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