"It's just us tonight," Sirius told Hermione when they arrived back at number 12.
"Yeah, I know," Hermione said taking off her coat. Everyone had vacated number 12 that afternoon. Number 12 was no longer headquarters. Once again it was simply number 12 Grimmauld Place, Black family residence.
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked. Hermione didn't look back as she started up the stairs.
"Peachy."
Sirius watched her go, trying to decide wether to go after her. He knew she wasn't keen on the plan. She was doing it for Harry, for the order and, he liked to think, maybe even for him. With their public display of affection any ambiguity about there relationship status vanished and they were officially a couple. For the next couple of months at least, Sirius was all Hermione had. With that he headed off up the stairs to find her. After checking her room and then his he noticed the shower running and knocked on the door.
"Come in," he heard her call.
He opened the door to find Hermione sitting under the blasting hot shower, her skin pink from the heat of the water.
Sirius silently stripped off his clothes and sat down next to her, gasping at the temperature. He pushed the hair off of Hermione's face and touched his forehead to hers.
"It's not forever."
"I hate fighting with them, even if it's not real. I've never fought with them both at once." She leaned into Sirius' chest, resting her head on his shoulder, their wet bodies sliding against each other. Sirius kissed her neck and despite the scolding water she shivered. She freely allowed herself to be taken over by Sirius, consumed by him. As soon as his lips met hers, she forgot her heavy heart and thought of nothing but him; his hands on her breasts, his lips on her lips, his body gliding over hers as her laid her back in the bath, covering her body with his. She moaned and he panted, pouring their worries, fears and excitement into each other; taking comfort and strength. When he entered her unexpectedly she bit down sharply on his shoulder, causing him to cry out. He thrust into her and she called out his name, dragging her perfectly manicured nails across his back. The water turned cold as they worked together, steadily heading for release taking pleasure in the pleasure they were giving each other. Finally after what seemed like hours of passionately love making Sirius collapsed on her, both of them sated and tired.
Silently they finished showering and got dressed. Hermione made them sandwiches and they sat quietly in front of the TV Hermione had bought, each lost in their own thoughts.
"What do you want to do today?" Hermione asked. They were lying in Sirius' bed, her back to his stomach.
"I don't know," he said to her hair. He kissed her bare shoulder and smiled, "On second thought, I can think of one or two things."
Hermione laughed and rolled over, playfully pushing him away.
"Is that all you think about old man?"
"It is when I have a sexy young witch in my bed," he grinned and pulled Hermione on top of him. She readjusted herself so she was straddling his stomach.
"What was the one thing you wanted to do? All these years you have been in hiding and wanted to get out, what did you want to do?" she asked playfully placing kisses all over his face. He thought for a minute, enjoying Hermione's ministrations.
"Eat," said Sirius finally.
"What?" asked Hermione who had moved onto his chest and forgotten her question.
"I want to dress up in nice clothes, go to the best restaurant in Diagon Alley and eat everything. I want to order everything off the menu and try every dessert. I want to be able to enjoy my meal without worrying there going to cart me off the Azkaban."
Hermione laughed at his boyish enthusiasm.
"Right, well get dressed and we'll go out for breakfast."
Hermione jumped off the bed and grabbed her towel to have a quick shower.
"Wait!" Sirius said as they were about to apperate.
"What?"
"If we want people to think we're turning dark, we can't play around and be stupid, we have to act haughty and superior." He looked sad at the thought of missing out on his banquet.
"Well, we can still go and eat, we'll just have to be snooty and send everything back and order something else," Hermione giggled.
They apperated to Diagon Alley and did their best to ignore the points and whispers as they made their way to an exclusive restaurant.
"Mr Black," the maître d' gushed hurrying over to them. Regardless of the past 17 years Sirius Black was a pure blood, rich with old money and was to be treated with respect. "A table for two?" he asked. Sirius simply nodded and they were led to an intimate table by the window.
They were given menus and left alone to decide their orders.
"I thought they were going to throw us out on our arses," Sirius whispered to Hermione.
Hermione giggled and turned to her menu to decide what to have.
"Everything looks so good," she said distracted. "And expensive."
"Don't worry, I'll look after you."
Hermione smiled gratefully at him, wondering if maybe she should get a job after all. Dumbledore had told her that this was her full time mission and she wasn't going to be doing anymore research or recon for the Order. Her job was to be Sirius Black's girlfriend. I suppose it would look suspicious if I got a job after declaring that I was going to live off of Sirius, Hermione thought to herself.
A few minutes later the waiter returned and took Hermione and Sirius' order without batting an eye despite the fact that they had ordered a dozen different dishes.
"Hungry?" Sirius asked grinning.
"Starving," Hermione grinned back.
After their extravagant breakfast which turned into brunch they lazily strolled through Diagon Ally, Sirius' excitement of yesterday contained but not forgotten.
"Maybe we should take a look down Knockturn Alley," Hermione whispered.
Sirius nodded and they headed off to the Alley which had a reputation for housing some of the more questionable shops. They casually turned into Knockturn Alley and headed for Borgin and Burkes.
They split up and browsed through the aisles, Hermione trying her best to subdue her shudders at all the Dark objects. She was about to turn and get Sirius when something caught her eye. It was a book. Kill your enemies, live forever by Gregory Biltonick. She picked the book up and flicked through it. Immediately the word horcrux jumped out at her. Dumbledore had told Harry all about Voldemort's horcruxes after they had graduated. Harry had immediately told her and Ron and as part of her research Hermione had been finding out everything she could on the subject.
"I want this," she said when she found Sirius, trying to sound bored. The salesman was watching them curiously and Hermione didn't want to sound too eager. Sirius didn't even look at book as he casually dropped it on the counter and paid for it.
"Will that be all Mr Black?" the salesman asked.
"For now," Sirius said and led Hermione out of the store.
Not much happens in this chapter except you find out I totally ripped off the Horcuxness of the last couple of books. Haha did that make sense? So kind of imagine they've graduated, found out about Horcruxes (but don't know about the mutipleness) Sirius never died, Dumbledore never died. you could probably have picked up on that yourself but i thought i would spell it out. with out grammar apparently.