Wedding Night

Don't be afraid to tell me what you want, Hermione," Sirius said thickly, struggling for control. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about with me."

"I want you," she said softly, the blush turning a shade darker. He swallowed and took her hand in his.

"All right then," he said faintly and practically dragged her toward the bedroom. Hermione stood in the center of the room hesitantly, staring at him with wide hazel eyes.

Relax. He loves you and he's going to be as careful as he can.

For Merlin's sake! Do you need to be here now?

I'm here all the time, love. I have nowhere else to go. However, in this instance, I might be able to help.

Help? Like how?

Here, just…relax.

"What do you want me to do?" Hermione asked after a moment. She felt calmer now, and she wasn't as worried about what was going to happen.

"I want you to relax," Sirius said with a slight smile, in an echo of Old Hermione. Then he waved his wand with a flick of his wrist. "And…it might help if we both had less clothing on."

Nimue's Blessed Toes!

What? Oh…my. Is that normal?

Well, that all depends on what you're talking about. They normally look similar to that, yes. He's excited right now, and attracted to you, so the fact that he's…er…at attention is normal, too. The…erm…size is not exactly normal. Your new husband is what we like to call 'blessed'. If I had known…well…I think I would have chained him to his bed and damned the consequences.

Chained him to the…Sirius isn't going to do that to me, is he?

Not unless you ask him to, honey. He's going to take all his cues from you.

She moved toward him then, and she noticed that he was watching her carefully. She slid her arms around his neck and kissed him. Then she giggled and pulled back a little.

"What?" He asked curiously, his hands stroking the soft skin of her sides. She looked down and then looked up at him.

"Without clothes on, that's a lot harder to ignore. It's quite warm, isn't it?" Hermione said thoughtfully. Sirius laughed and kissed her on the nose.

He was incredibly patient and gentle, and allowed Hermione to touch him as much as she wanted to while his fingers roamed over her soft skin. Their magic was flaring and expanding, meshing and coalescing around them and both of them could feel their skin tingling in response. Sirius led Hermione gently toward the bed and pulled her into his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. Their magic seemed to humming, but all she cared about were Sirius' lips on hers, and his hands on her skin. He lifted her up carefully, and she braced herself on his shoulders.

Why is he doing it like this?

Oh, well, remember when I told you he was going to take all his cues from you? This position allows you to control everything.

"Go as slowly as you need to, kitten," Sirius managed to pant at her and she nodded slowly.

Inch by torturous inch, she slid further down until she was fully seated on him. When that happened their magic flared wildly and they stared at one another. Hermione could feel how tight and wet and warm it was to be inside her, and she heard or felt the passing thought or feeling that it was the most heavenly place to be in the world, and she blushed. Sirius could feel how incredibly full and stretched to capacity Hermione felt and he blinked in surprise. She shifted a little in nervousness and they both moaned and then blinked at one another.

"Is that, are we?" Sirius asked cautiously. Hermione bit her lip.

"I think it's the natural bond," she muttered. "If I remember correctly, once it's complete this will be normal for us and hopefully we'll get used to it."

Hermione shifted slightly again and tried to figure out what worked best for her. Due to their emotional link, whatever she did was pleasurable for the both of them. Sirius' strong hands cupped her bum and helped her support herself. Soon, the feelings and sensations overrode everything else and she was lost to everything but the magic, which seemed to be binding them tighter and tighter.

"Sirius," she gasped as everything seemed to be winding tighter and tighter. He held her in his arms and pressed kisses along her jaw.

"Hang on, kitten," he rasped. She could feel how close he was, and she could feel him try to hold himself back because he wanted her to be with him. It was just like the broom closet again, they were the only two people in the whole universe and their magic was winding about them and binding them closer and closer until Sirius' thumb found her and she exploded around him. She clung to his shoulders, shuddering against him as he fell off the edge and joined her. They held onto one another until they were both calm, and their breathing had returned to normal, and then Sirius rained tiny kisses over her face.

"Come on, love," he murmured, and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the bathroom.

"Ooh, it looks like the prefect's bathroom," she said dazedly as he set her down. He quirked a brow at her.

"How do you know what the prefect's bathroom looks like?" he asked dryly.

"Never you mind," Hermione said primly. She looked around curiously. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Because you're going to want to have a nice soak, and you feel sore and it will help." He pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"You can feel that I feel sore?" Hermione said faintly. He nodded with a slight flush on his cheeks and she blushed.

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October 1, 1978

You can wipe that smug look off your face before your parents see you.

I do not look smug.

Oh, yes you do, but if I had had Sirius Black in my bed for a month straight I'd be impossibly smug. I might even take out an ad in the Daily Prophet.

Don't be silly.

If it helps at all, he looks ridiculously smug as well. Your father may be forced to hit him.

"Hermione! Sirius!" Dorea Potter called as she ran toward them, embracing her daughter and then moving on to her son-in-law. "That tropical sun seems to have been wonderful for the both of you, you both look so fit and tan."

"Princess," Charlus Potter swept his daughter up and hugged her tightly. He pulled back and smiled at her. "You're looking well. You too, Sirius."

"Thank you, sir," Sirius said with a happy smile at his bride.

"We're headed to the townhouse, but we wanted to come see you and let you know that we were fine, and that we're home," Hermione explained to her parents. Dorea and Charlus nodded their understanding.

"James and Lily are supposed to be home next week," Dorea said with a slight smile. "They're spending a week in Wales with Mr. and Mrs. Evans and then they'll be home. We're going to have a family dinner next Sunday. Sirius, please tell your Uncle Alphard that we would love to see him there as well."

"Yes, ma'am. He'll be honored, even if his schedule doesn't permit it," Sirius said with a smile.

The London townhouse was lovely and it was in a nicer area than Sirius' childhood home. Hermione quickly had everything squared away with the house elf staff at their new home, and was able to concentrate on her correspondence. She had several urgent notes from Regulus and Severus. The Ladies' Aide Society wanted her help with an upcoming 'fundraiser', and Augusta Longbottom had invited her to tea. Hermione quickly responded to Severus and Regulus, arranging a meeting with them as soon as possible. She accepted Mrs. Longbottom's offer for tea, and told the Ladies' Aide Society that she would love to be a part of their next fundraiser. She then also wrote Andromeda Tonks and invited her and Miss Tonks to a small luncheon next week. She smirked to herself for a moment, and then sent off an invitation to Mrs. John Lupin as well.

"You're humming. I'm always suspicious of you when you hum like that," Sirius observed from the doorway of her small parlor. He was leaning against the door frame watching her with a slight smirk. She turned from her secretariat desk and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why, Mr. Black, I'm shocked at your insinuation," she said with a delicate sniff.

"What are you up to, kitten?" Sirius asked with a slight frown. She smiled secretively at him.

"I've invited Mrs. Lupin and Andromeda for a small luncheon," she said mildly, shaking out her new, longer robes. Sirius' eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Remus' mum? What on earth for?" Sirius asked in surprise. Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"I suspect she isn't invited into polite society much because of Remus' condition," Hermione explained gently. Sirius thought for a moment and then he nodded at her.

"That's very sweet, kitten. Thank you," he said quietly. Hermione blinked at him.

"Remus is my friend as well," she reminded him.

"True," he agreed. "Haven't seen much of him lately, though. We saw him at the wedding, but aside from that he's been rather scarce."

"He's not eligible for the Auror program," Hermione pointed out gently. "In fact, the ministry has fairly rigid guidelines in place so that he can't apply for any position at all."

"I forgot about that," Sirius muttered in embarrassment, his face flushed. Hermione shrugged.

"Remus Lupin is not the sort of wizard that whinges about the things he cannot do and cannot have," Hermine observed mildly. "Besides, I believe Dumbledore has him on a special assignment."

"Did you See it? Or have Severus or Regulus heard about it?" Sirius asked worriedly, his brow furrowing in concern for his friend.

"I've Seen it," Hermione told him. "He is unusual among the werewolves because he is able to ignore the orders of Fenrir Greyback. I may be mistaken, but I believe this makes him an Alpha, or at the least a lone wolf. Dumbledore is hoping that he can sway some of the werewolves to follow him. Unfortunately, Dumbledore doesn't really understand werewolf culture. Remus is not accepted because he is a wizard, and because he is able to ignore Greyback. The others resent him."

"Is he in danger?" Sirius demanded, frowning sharply. Hermione bit her lip.

"He is in as much danger as you are when you go out as an Auror," Hermione said finally. Sirius snorted at her.

"Killed at any time then?" He asked dryly. Hermione paled.

"That's not funny, Sirius," she said softly, her hazel eyes on his face. He sighed and dropped a kiss on her brow.

"No, kitten, it isn't." He cupped her face and looked into her eyes. "Have Mrs. Lupin over for a luncheon then, if it makes you feel better."

"Thank you for understanding, Sirius," Hermione said with a slight smile. He dropped another kiss on her brow and left to work on a project for the Order.

Dining with Andromeda Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks and Mrs. Lupin was interesting to the say the least. Hermione had requested that Miss Tonks' meal be the type of food that would appeal to a five year-old girl. Mrs. Lupin kept looking about the room as though she couldn't quite figure out how she'd gotten here, and expected to be asked to leave at any moment. Andromeda was in her element, and Hermione could tell that she'd missed the camaraderie and friendship of her old circle of friends. Hermione made sure that she kept the conversation light and polite, and tried to include Nymphadora as often as possible.

"Mrs. Black, as pleasant as this afternoon has been, I can't help that you had a reason for inviting me," Mrs. Lupin said with a careful politeness. Hermione nodded gravely.

"Indeed, Mrs. Lupin," she agreed. "I've invited you to discuss your son's future."

"His…Mrs. Black, you do know that his…affliction shortens his lifespan by decades?" Mrs. Lupin asked sharply. Hermione frowned slightly.

"When Remus was bitten that was true, yes. However, there is a new potion, which drastically reduces the wear and tear on his body and mind," Hermione said carefully. "In light of that, I think it prudent to consider his future."