Sirius loved sex and going fast with a motor, so after the several hours in the Department of Mysteries,, being questioned by Unspeakables and prodded by Healers he used his sudden freedom to do what he loved. Six months passed in a blur - a sea of tits soundtracked with the roar of an engine. In those months, he realized he had a problem. No matter how many orgasms he had before his eyes closed for the night, Sirius was plagued with dreams. A soft body, brown curls that wrapped around him, his face nuzzled against large, firm breasts, chocolate brown eyes first widened in shock before sparking alight with passion, and a shocked voice crying out at him.
Every morning Sirius Black woke up to the results of a wet dream, ejaculating to the raised dulcet tones of Hermione Granger screaming. It was awkward the first few times. Sirius would just shrug and tell his bedmate it was sex deprivation from three years in the Veil, two years on the run, and more than a decade in Azkaban. Six months in and Sirius had managed to dodge several false paternity claims and a slew of gold-diggers looking to continue the Black line. The first time he supposedly knocked up a girl, he tumbled out of Adrian Pucey's reception fireplace to find Nott Junior in the waiting room sipping his tea delicately. Sirius felt his Pureblood manners automatically come to the forefront. The Slytherin waited for the older man to right his robes before greeting him with a nod.
"Black."
"Nott. What brings you here?"
"Pucey is handling legal for setting up my new company. You?"
"Paternity suit."
The receptionist served Black a perfect cup of tea, just the way he liked, and then informed him that Pucey was running behind by a half hour. "Well, tell me about this company."
Nott hesitated for a half a moment before smoothly introducing Nott-icals. Thirty minutes later Sirius was accompanying Nott into Pucey's office to sign as silent partner - an investor to fund adapting muggle motor-vehicles for the Wizarding World.
"So sorry, Ms Granger. The city chose this block for the new motorway. The wrecking crew will be arriving next week." Hermione stared in disbelief at the eviction notice.
She felt the beginnings of a migraine, and it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. The runes and wards were set perfectly, where she could get muggle-delivered pizza and redirect Howlers; it had been no small feat achieving that precise balance. The witch sighed and weakly smiled a farewell to her landlord, before closing her door and viciously slashing her wand through the air. Her belongings jumped up with a quiver and started packing themselves. Two months of working at Nott-icals, and Hermione was starting to feel confident enough to start up on the plan again. Now she was going to be homeless, and derailed again.
Sirius grimaced and swallowed the shitty coffee. No matter how efficient his house-elf Waffle was with everything else, he just couldn't get coffee right. He rustled the papers, flipping the pages one-handed, and snorted. There was only one constant in the world - the politicians being shite. Legislation to 'revitalize' the Wizarding World with diminishing magical birth rates. They could just provide free genetic testing for planning couples and provide a child tax incentive. Much cheaper than whatever cockamamy tripe this mandatory registration was bound to be. He drained the cup and hollered,
"Waffle!" The little house-elf popped in to take his mug. "Be sure to burn whatever knickers Whats-Her-Name left, she tossed them somewhere. And slam the door in her face if she comes round with the excuse of getting them back."
"Yes, Master Sirius."
Sirius Flooed to Nott-icals looking forward to pestering his favourite Head of Muggle Integration, and getting his hands on that new shipment of superbikes. He emerged already strutting towards the glass office, its opaque walls indicating Hermione was inside.
Working with Hermione Granger felt like walking a knife's edge. Sirius' dreams were now supplemented with huffs of frustration, tiny smiles, annoyed sighs of his name and phantom brushes of her skin. When she reached a threshold and raised her voice at him, his dick immediately plumped. The first time she shrieked at him to get out of her office, he had to slowly walk out with a raging erection. Sirius let himself in through the glass door, and stopping short, blinked at the sight in front of him.
"What in Merlin's name is all this?" There were boxes lining the entire side wall. Hermione was poring over the classifieds of the Quibbler and Prophet, several quills holding her hair in a bun.
"Muggle road construction has turned me out of my flat. I have to find a new place." Sirius blinked again, then smirked.
"Love, why didn't you say? The new house has a whole upper suite I'm not using. You know Waffle hates having only me to take care of. Granted, he makes shite coffee, but it will be much cheaper than anything else you might find."
Hermione paused in the middle of circling an ad. Could she possibly live with a man whore like Sirius? She was fairly proficient at silencing spells.
"Well, the coffee wouldn't be a problem, I've just approved an espresso station. But -"
"Then it's settled!" Sirius lazily flicked his wand and in two strokes had banished all of her belongings to his home.
"Hang on, Sirius! It's not settled. I wouldn't feel comfortable living with a revolving door of your paramours."
"Not to worry, love. Most of the wild oats are out of my system," he smiled with a waggle of his eyebrows. "Just till you find something then." Hermione slowly set aside the newspapers and repeated. "Just till I find something then."
"Excellent! Where's my morning kiss? Then you need to show me that espresso machine." Hermione sighed in annoyance, pecked him on the cheek, and led the way out of her office. A grinning Sirius watched her hips sway as she trotted down the hall.
More than eighteen months later Hermione and Sirius still share a kitchen and a wondrous magical espresso machine. Even if Waffle mutters darkly at the contraption every morning.
Review Reply:
ArsinoetheXXVII and Sita515: I'm glad you enjoy my scribbles! I certainly have fun writing them!