Order of the Pheonix

Pandemonium broke out in the Order of the Phoenix meeting when Dumbledore led in Lucius Malfoy flanked by Severus Snape and Regulus Black. James and Sirius were not able to be present at the meeting, they were away on a mission for the DMLE, which was probably for the best. Remus watched and listened silently. He was the only person sitting in the room who also bore two paw prints on either side of his collarbone, and much of what they had to say was old hat to him. He knew exactly where they were getting their information from, and why they'd made the choices they had, but he wasn't about to stand up in the middle of an Order meeting and announce it to everyone. It was a good thing Sirius wasn't here. He definitely wouldn't want to be reminded of the fact that his wife had put her hands on Lucius Malfoy's bare skin…even if she had been a lioness at the time. He still remembered the full-on temper tantrum that Sirius had thrown when he'd found out that Lucius Malfoy was one of Hermione's, um, Knights of the Lady or whatever it was they called it. When Sirius had finally calmed down, he'd decided to pretend that Malfoy basically didn't exist. He trusted Hermione and that was that. Remus had asked him about that later, when Sirius was good and drunk and less likely to flip out or go agro. Sirius had become quite solemn and quiet, and he had explained that the natural bond made it impossible for them to betray one another in any sense of the word. Remus shook his head and turned his attention back to the situation at hand. All three…milites…were telling the complete truth, they weren't even trying to dissemble. Then again, Dumbledore was only able to ask certain questions.

"Why are we not allowed to ask any other questions?" Moody wanted to know. The three milites looked at one another and Lucius turned toward the grizzled Auror.

"We've sworn fealty oaths and Unbreakable Vows to protect the Order of the Lioness," Lucius said coolly. "If you ask the wrong question while we're under veritaserum...well, the results would be most unpleasant for all of us."

"And the purpose of your Order is the destruction of Voldemort and his Death Eaters?" Emmeline Vance asked with a dark frown.

"Yes," Lucius replied simply.

"Why have you come to us now?" Benjy Fenwick asked curiously.

"Several reasons," Lucius said after several moments. "I first approached Dumbledore because we have acquired all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and are ready for a direct assault. As part of our plan, we have come to you, and also to the other group in direct opposition to Voldemort to encourage a direct assault. The other group is, er, enthusiastic about joining with us and attacking Voldemort as soon as possible."

"Who is this other group?" Moody demanded with a sharp frown. Lucius smirked.

"The Ladies' Aide Society," he drawled with no small amount of satisfaction. Many of those fine ladies' family members were sitting in this room. The looks of shock and consternation were priceless. Now to twist the knife a little deeper. "We approached them as soon as possible because aside from ourselves, they posed the greatest threat to Voldemort's plans. He is most displeased with their ability to foil him."

"Are you trying to tell me that a group of women that get together and make quilts are more of a threat to Voldemort than we are?" Charlus Potter asked sharply, an odd look on his face. All three of the milites burst out laughing.

"What?" Moody growled at the three young men. Lucius coughed and regained control almost immediately.

"You've obviously never seen them in action. They're amazing—the most organized, tightly run operations I've ever seen. They've got this charm that makes it hard to see them, it's not disillusionment, but you sure as hell can't aim at what you can't see. On top of that, they usually use strike and retreat tactics. They don't hang around long enough for long-term engagements. They attack, acquire their objective and leave. It's brilliant.They've rescued hundreds, if not thousands of muggleborns and pureblood families," Lucius stated firmly, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Those ladies," Regulus Black spoke up, his voice calm and neutral, but his gray eyes pinned the older gentlemen where they sat, "saw what was happening around them and decided to do something about it. Their children, their sisters and brothers and parents were being murdered around them and no one was doing anything about it. They decided that that was wrong. The problem that you seem to be having is that they were able to do what you could not or would not."

"My mother," Frank Longbottom began hotly, his face pink, but Severus' deep, silky voice cut him off completely.

"Commander Longbottom is a skilled tactician," he drawled, the merest glimmer of respect in his midnight-black eyes. "She and several of the older ladies have trained their forces mercilessly. Lucius is correct, I have never seen such disciplined fighters. While they have chosen not to engage the enemy directly, they are willing to engage in a frontal assault using their best and most well-trained forces in concert with us."

"They're willing to trust you lot?" Fabian Prewett asked with a frown. Lucius shook his long, platinum-blonde hair.

"No," he disagreed, and slid his shirt to the side, pointing to a clearly visible pawprint. "They trust these marks."

The Order wasn't thrilled, that much was obvious by the end of the meeting. Remus hid a small smile. He agreed with Regulus, most of the people here were irritated that the wives, mothers, sisters and daughters that had been forbidden from joining the Order because it was too 'dangerous' had somehow managed to circumvent their male family members' orders and did more to help the war effort than they had. Dumbledore had had the best intentions, but he hadn't had all the information. Unfortunately, that meant that he was making decisions without really understanding what was truly going on, and therefore was unable to accurately determine the consequences of his choices. Even if one gave him full benefit of the doubt, some of the choices that Dumbledore had made were grievously short-sighted. Remus no longer viewed his former Headmaster as a being incapable of mistakes, and he didn't really feel that his relationship with Dumbledore had suffered much. Rather, he perceived the older man as a human being with all of the foibles thus implied.

The Black townhouse in London boasted an excellent Library where Hermione ended up spending many hours researching different issues. Currently, she was trying to find a potion that would have the sort of effect that had been observed in Orion Black. Moste Potente Potions had been almost useless. Regulus had managed to sneak several rare, dark books to her from the Black Library at Grimmauld Place. The Black Catalogue was in the nature of a family grimoire, but it was filled with potions recipes, most of them highly unpleasant in nature. Hermione was sitting at her desk, poring over it carefully when she felt a cold, wet nose touch the back of her neck. She shrieked, bolting out of her chair and whirling quickly her wand out to find a surprised and slightly bashful Sirius.

"Sorry, kitten," he muttered. "I should have done something, stomped my feet or what not."

"Oh, Sirius!" Hermione flung herself into his arms, covering his face with kisses. Then she pulled back slightly and glared at him. "You haven't kept in contact the way you promised! I've been so worried!"

"I've been…mmph…fine, and…mmph…so's James," Sirius tried to explain between enthusiastic kisses from Hermione. He'd been gone for about six weeks, and Hermione's fear for her brother and her husband had ratcheted up a little more each day. Added to that was the fact that she'd missed him terribly and she had his Auror robes and his shirt off of him in under five minutes.

"How did you get this?" Hermione demanded pointing to an angry red scar on the left side of his ribcage. Sirius sighed and pulled her fingers away from the evidence that he'd been hurt and kissed her fingertips.

"Death Eaters," Sirius said shortly.

It had been a long, long time since he had been with Hermione, and her kisses were definitely affecting him. He had her out of her dress and bent over her desk faster than she could credit it. An impatient rip and the scrap of silk that had been her knickers was tossed carelessly over Sirius' shoulder. He slid into her tight, wet heat and they both moaned loudly. The bond flared wide open between them and Sirius was almost overwhelmed by sensations he hadn't felt for six weeks. Rubbing one out was pleasant enough, but it certainly didn't compare to being with another person, and that was vastly different thing from being someone you loved. This, being this close to Hermione, he had missed horribly. She gasped as he stroked inside her, her cheek pressed against the wood of her desktop, her hands curled around the edge of the desk, holding on tightly.

"Missed you," Hermione managed to gasp out at one point, and Sirius leaned forward to nip her shoulder, all the while never missing a thrust. He grasped her hips tightly and pounded into her fiercely, the heavy desk scooting across the floor a couple inches.

"Hold on, love," he growled as he lifted her hips slightly. At that point, Hermione lost the ability to think coherently and all she wanted was for him to never stop doing what he was doing. They were both winding tighter and tighter together. When Hermione came, the intensity of it shocked her and she screamed. Sirius' hand had been wound into her curls, and he started slightly, pulling her hair. Her loud moan surprised them both.

As soon as Hermione caught her breath, Sirius pulled her up into his arms and kissed her roughly, his tongue seeking hers. There was longing and six weeks' worth of missing her in that kiss. His hands slid over her skin, stroking her sides, teasing her nipples, cupping her bum to pull her tightly against him. He wound his hand into her hair and tugged hard as he kissed her thoroughly she moaned into his mouth and when he pulled away there was a smug smirk on his lips.

"You were always such a lady," he murmured softly, shaking his head. "How did you become such a naughty, wanton witch?"

"I blame you," she said tersely. "You and your debauched ways have corrupted me."

Sirius snorted in amusement and bent his head to nibble the tender flesh of her neck. Her fingers slid into his hair and tugged as a bit of revenge, which only backfired as he moaned against her skin and she shivered in his arms. Sirius lifted her easily in his strong arms and her arms immediately wound around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. He snogged her senseless walking forwards so that she was pressed against the bookcase. She squeaked slightly when she felt the book spines pressing into her bum.

"We can't do this right here," she whimpered as the smell of parchment and bookbinding filled her nostrils. Sirius chuckled wickedly.

"You know how many times I fantasized about shagging you in the Hogwarts Library? Whenever you're researching your eyes get this glow…it's kind of a huge turn on," Sirius confessed, a dull flush rising up his neck. Hermione giggled and then gasped as he slid into her. She stared up at him then, her hazel eyes unreadable and bit her lip.

"I used to fantasize about you taking me in the Restricted Section," she whispered and watched his eyes turn almost black with desire. "It was always finals week so the Library was packed, and I had to be so, so quiet."

"You are…I can't…it's probably a good thing I never knew that," he muttered, staring at her, his eyes glazed with lust. "I'd have locked us both in there and never let you out."

"No, you like it when I moan," Hermione taunted him, wriggling her hips against him. His eyes almost rolled back in his head and he thrust deeply into her in retaliation. She gave a soft, breathy moan, her neck arched back.

Being thoroughly shagged against a bookcase was possibly one of the hottest, sexiest things that had ever happened to Hermione. The smell of the books, all of the knowledge that surrounded her in a Library turned her on, in a way. The feel of the books against her bum, the feel of Sirius between her thighs, the feel of the bookshelf that she was desperately clinging to while he pounded into her made her orgasm almost as intense as the one she'd just had. She tried to be quiet, too, because it really did seem like her naughtiest fantasy come true. When she whimpered and Sirius clapped a hand over her mouth, she completely lost all control. She came so hard she saw stars. She felt him follow her quickly and she cuddled in his lap on the Library floor.

You are such a depraved lecher …I think you shocked Sirius.

I doubt it. You didn't go to Hogwarts with him. I was terrified of opening any sort of door for years. I always made whoever was with me go into any room or open any cupboard first.

Surely he wasn't that bad.

I hear that after they realized there really was no way to break us up, the girls of Hogwarts made him a memorial broom closet. It's got a little gold plaque and it's from every house—they all contributed to the purchase of the plaque. It's my understanding that none of them would use that broom closet afterwards.

You're kidding. Wouldn't the teachers notice?

It's on the inside dear. You'd have to open the broom closet. It makes sense if you think about it.

So what other fantasies have you been hiding from Auntie Hermione? I bet Sirius would help you bring those to life, too. Ooh, is there one where he dresses like a pirate and you're his captured booty? He ties you up in the captain's quarters and struts around shirtless with breeches and boots on? No? Just me? Oh, come on! I'm willing to share here!