A/N: The horocruxes didn't exist (I can't stand them), and Harry killed Voldemort in a duel at the end of sixth year. This idea is pretty farfetched, adn i don;t exactly know where it is going, so feel free to give me ideas, and help me along.
Chapter 1:
"Are you sure you don't want to come, Hermione?" Harry Potter asked his best friend, as he was about to leave. Harry, Hermione and Ron had been staying at Grimmauld Place for the spring holidays in their seventh year, with Sirius. Harry and Ron were currently about to go and visit the Burrow for Quidditch and dinner, but Hermione wanted to stay and finish her book.
"Absolutely, Harry," Hermione assured him for what felt like the fiftieth time, "I really want to finish this book," seeing that Harry still didn't look completely convinced she sighed, "Sirius will even be here to keep me company. Go on, you and Ron should enjoy Mrs. Weasley's food while you can." Harry smiled, and Flooed to the Burrow.
"Hey Sirius," Hermione said as she petted the large black dog standing in front of her. She had been lost in her book for hours.
"We should probably eat something," Sirius said after he switched back to his human form.
"You're probably right," Hermione said with a sigh as she put her book down. Glancing longingly at the book, she got up and walked out of the library, "What do you want to eat?"
"Anything," Sirius replied as he followed her into the kitchen, "You're a good cook." So Sirius sat down at the table, and Hermione began making homemade macaroni and cheese for dinner. Once she was done, they sat down, and began to eat, when an owl flew in. Hermione and Sirius were both shocked that an owl had found Grimmauld Place, and that it appeared to be an official Ministry owl.
"It's addressed to me," Hermione said when she picked it up. Sirius gave her an encouraging nod, and Hermione gathered up her courage before opening, and reading the letter. When she finished reading, she was shaking in fear. Sirius was looking at Hermione with questioning eyes, so she answered his unsaid question, "They've passed the Marriage Law," when Sirius looked confused, Hermione took a deep breath before continuing, "I have to marry a Pureblood wizard of the Ministry's choosing by tomorrow, and within a year I must have a child," Sirius looked horrified, but Hermione knew that the second half of the bad news was even worse, "They've chosen Lucius Malfoy." The last statement was so quiet that Sirius barely heard her. Sirius was completely shocked, Lucius hadn't even been a widower for a year, and Hermione was over twenty years younger than him. Hermione began to sob, and Sirius drew her into his arms.
"Is there any way out?" he asked once her sobs had begun to dissipate.
"The only exception is if I'm already pregnant," Hermione was biting her lip, and rereading the missive to be certain she hadn't overlooked anything, "I'm doomed! You might as well torture me now!" Hermione began to cry again.
"Erm, Hermione?" Sirius asked as he rubbed her back, "Please don't hate me, or think ill of me for suggesting this," he hesitated, and Hermione looked up at him, "What if you were pregnant?" Sirius looked uncertain for the first time Hermione could remember, and she was sure that she looked shocked, "Don't take it wrong, or anything," Sirius hastily began, but Hermione cut him off.
"That's a wonderful idea," Hermione gave Sirius a hard hug, causing him to be shocked, "Thank you, Sirius. If you hadn't thought of that, my life would basically be over."
"Hermione," Sirius began, he had only thought of this in passing, and hadn't expected Hermione to think it anything other than the mutterings of an old man, "Are you certain you want to tie yourself down with a child? It would mean that—"
"I'm sure," Sirius was surprised by the conviction in her voice, "Sirius, I'm going to have a child within a year anyways, I would much rather it was yours than Lucius Malfoy's" Sirius couldn't deny that logic, but he also couldn't believe that Hermione would want to have the child of an escaped convict that was twenty years older than her.
"Hermione," Sirius paused, knowing that he needed to ask the question, but also knowing that it would be awkward, "Are you a virgin?" Hermione looked down at her hands, and when she responded, Sirius had to strain his ears to hear her.
"Yes." Seeing that she looked ashamed, Sirius grabbed Hermione's chin, and forced her to look him in the eye.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of," Sirius paused a moment, "In fact, it is something that you should be proud of. Even under these circumstances I am honored that you would want me to be your first," Sirius hesitated, and looked at how frightened Hermione appeared, before leaning over to whisper in her ear, "I will do everything I can to make it special for you."
"Thank you, Sirius," Hermione whispered, then she looked him in the eye, "I just need to take the potion to guarantee tat this will work." Sirius nodded, and Hermione rushed upstairs to take the potion. The potion was only a few basic herbs, and took only ten minutes to brew, so Sirius took that time to clean up the kitchen.
"Thank you, Sirius," Hermione said after she had taken the potion, and she was standing in Sirius' room.
"You have no reason to thank me," Sirius growled as he looked at Hermione, "If anything, I should be thanking you for giving me this piece of yourself, and for giving me an heir that will irritate my mother completely." Sirius smirked at the last bit, and Hermione relaxed a little and gave a shaky smile. Seeing that she was more relaxed, Sirius smiled, and walked over to Hermione. He stopped inches in front of her, and asked, "Are you sure?" Hermione could only look him in the eye, and nod, before Sirius' lips swooped down over hers.