Did you like that last one? thanks for the reviews on it! i'm glad i made you all happy with her kicking that jerk's ass. to clear some things up- Hermione did not have her wand when she cast the forcefield thingy and shot ron across the room. that was all uncontrolled natural magic, like children are known to do when they lose their tempers. she felt helpless and tried to protect the ones she loved- hence, the force field- and wanted to hurt ron, so she threw him around a bit.
this one will make you a bit angry. it made me angry when i wrote it, but i promise it gets better! leave some love~ K.
"Uncle Siri! Uncle Siri!" Sirius shot up in bed, bleary-eyed. Teddy bounced in front of him, grinning broadly. "Uncle Siri! Mummy and Daddy made pancakes! You have to come down!"
"Okay, little man," Sirius said groggily. "Lemme get dressed, yeah? Scoot along. I'll be down in a minute."
"Okay!" Teddy bounced happily out of the room. Sirius groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face. He climbed out of bed, pulling on some clothes and stumbling out into the hall. He'd never been a morning person. He made his way to the kitchen, where Hermione greeted him with a steaming cup of coffee.
"You're a goddess," he rasped, taking the cup.
"We tried to stop Teddy, but he was upstairs before we could catch him," Hermione said with a smile. Sirius downed the coffee, holding the cup out for more.
"Good morning," he said, looking to the rest of the room. Teddy was eating a rather messy plate of pancakes while his father looked over some parchment. Tonks and Melody sat next to Remus, the baby babbling happily. Draco and Harry sat next to each other, casting glances they thought no one noticed. Hermione looked a little haggard, but she was smiling.
"Are you okay?" he murmured, touching her hand.
"I'm fine," she said with a shaky smile. "Now sit." She refilled his cup and sat down across from him with a healthy portion in front of her.
An owl with the Daily Prophet flew in from the open window. Harry paid it and offered a bit of toast as he took the paper. He opened the paper and let out a deep groan.
"Dammit," he growled. Draco took the paper from him, glancing at the front page, and handed it to Hermione mutely. There, in moving black and white, was a picture of Harry and Hermione, wrapped around each other. In the picture, Sirius tried to hide them, but it was apparent what was going on. The title "A Golden Trio Love Triangle?" was emblazoned over the page.
"Let me see," Remus said, reaching across the table. Hermione handed the paper over silently, her jaw set angrily. Remus read the article quickly. "Rita Skeeter wasn't even here!"
"She's an unregistered Animagus," Hermione said. "She was probably here, hitching a ride on the other witch from the Prophet. Or maybe she just wrote it off what the other said."
"This is rubbish," Remus seethed. He handed the paper to Sirius. A bit incensed, Sirius read quickly.
~~~A Golden Trio Love Triangle!~~~
Drama erupted at a party last night in honor of infamous playboy and Witch Weekly's Most Eligible Bachelor Sirius Black, writes Rita Skeeter for the Daily Prophet. The party, hosted by Order of Merlin First Class and the Boy-Who-Conquered Harry Potter, was brought to an unfortunate end when Hermione Granger, famed brain of the Golden Trio, broke off her engagement to Cannons' Keeper and Order of Merlin, First Class, war hero Ronald B. Weasley. The argument was quite violent, resulting in grievous injury to Mr. Weasley.
Granger, who denied comment, accused Mr. Weasley of cheating on her, and then broke off the engagement. It comes as a shock to this writer that Granger would accuse Mr. Weasley of such an offense. (Of course, it was always a shock to this writer that Mr. Weasley would choose to tie himself to a "witch" like Granger to begin with.) After this accusation, Granger accosted Mr. Weasley and sent him flying into a wall. Of course, due to Granger's influence in the Ministry of Magic, she convinced Minister of Magic Shacklebolt to lay charges against the innocent Mr. Weasley. He is currently awaiting release.
When asked for a comment, Mr. Weasley's mother, Molly Weasley, said, "My son is very delicate right now. How Hermione could have the nerve to accuse him of disloyalty is beyond me. She's the one who lives with three other men. My son has done nothing to her, other than attempt to bring her into a higher quality of Wizarding society, and this is how she treats him?"
My faithful readers may remember Granger's reputation for playing the field. During her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Granger found herself caught in a love triangle with Triwizard competitors Harry Potter and Viktor Krum. It seems now she is vacillating between Sirius Black, Harry Potter, and Draco Malfoy, with whom she lives.
My gracious readers must not put blame on Potter, Black, or Malfoy, who have obviously been trapped in the web of a talented seductress. No doubt the Muggleborn Granger is striving for a foothold in this world, where she had previously garnered so much fame. Perhaps she just appreciates seeing her name in the papers.
"She won't get away with it," Remus said. "We'll level charges against her for being unregistered. Make her issue a retraction with the real story."
Hermione shrugged, picking at her breakfast. "Does it really matter, Remus?" she asked sadly. "If we do that, people will just assume that you and Kingsley really are… what was it? Oh, yes, 'caught in my web'."
"Mione…" Harry said. She brushed him off.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said, standing and all but running from the room.
"Did Molly really… she'd never…" Tonks was speechless.
"She thinks the sun rises and sets on Ron's arse," Remus sneered. "He's the most famous of all her boys. And Hermione's exposed him for what he is. Now he's in Azkaban. I wouldn't doubt a thing."
"What do we do?" Harry asked. "I can't just let Skeeter get away with it. She… Mione…"
"I'll draw up the papers to charge her," Remus said, thinking fast. "Tell her we found out because the wards on the house revealed people disguising themselves. I'll tell her if she doesn't issue a retraction and set the story straight, she'll go to Azkaban."
"Then we're back to the same problem," Draco said. "People thinking Mione's got the Ministry under her thumb."
"People said that about Dumbledore for years," Sirius pointed out.
"Yes, but they didn't say he earned his influence on his back," Remus said.
"Skeeter's making Weasley out to be a martyr," Sirius said. "We can fix the other parts later. Make people realize what he is now."
The bell announcing someone's arrival via Floo sounded. Fred and George Weasley entered the kitchen, pulling their mother in by her wrists.
"Our mother here has something to say to Hermione," Fred said.
"Something about being an insufferable pain in the arse," George added with a glare at his mother.
"She's in the shower," Harry said. He turned sad and disappointed eyes on Molly. "How could you do that to her? After everything she's done-"
"She was never good enough for my Ron," Molly said, nose in the air.
"He was never good enough for her," Remus hissed, standing to glare at her. "You saw what he did, Molly. You saw him hit her. You heard what he called her. And you have the nerve to call her a whore in the press? Do you have any idea what you've done to her?"
"Ron was not faithful to her a day in his life," Harry said. "She knew that. Everyone knew that. She stayed with him because she thought everyone would hate her if she left. Turns out she was right about you."
"At least now my Ron is free of her. He can marry-"
"A pureblood?" Hermione snarled from the doorway. Her hair was wet and curly, her eyes fierce. "Maybe Lavender. He's been sleeping with her. The Prophet was going to run pictures of them together. They came to me asking for a bribe. I sent them away with a hex." She tossed her curls over her shoulder. "Maybe now he can marry a girl you'll like. Now that he's rid of the Muggleborn, that is. But how will he overcome the shame?" She stalked toward the other woman, her look murderous. "I may be Muggleborn, Molly, but I'm stronger and more powerful than any pureblood whore your son could find." She glanced at Fred and George, smiling at their awed looks tinged with a little fear. "Boys, you should send a box to Lavender. Unless Ronald has finally mastered that penis-enlargement charm, she's going to need some help." The men of Hearth House snorted with laughter and Hermione looked back at Molly. "Get out of my house, you jealous old hag. Fred, George, it's always lovely to see you. Come by for dinner more often."
"Wouldn't miss it, Mione," Fred said.
"I may be in love with you, Granger," George added. Hermione smiled, touching their faces as she passed.
"Sweet boys." Without another glance, she shifted into her leopard form and bounded out the door.
The bell sounded again and Kingsley Shacklebolt strode into the kitchen. "Mrs. Weasley. Arthur said you were here."
"You needed me, Minister?" Molly asked sweetly.
"You and Rita Skeeter will speak at a press conference today, clearing the air surrounding that article, or I will have you arrested." Kingsley towered over the dowdy redheaded woman. She shrunk under his gaze, nodding fervently. "Hermione has expressed to me that she does not want Ron imprisoned, but you, he and Skeeter are forbidden from ever approaching her again. Skeeter will be serving time in Azkaban for being an unregistered Animagus."
"How'd you know that?" Draco asked. "We just found out from Hermione today."
"I knew fourth year," Harry mentioned.
Kingsley gave the young men a benevolent smile. "I'm the Minister of Magic, Draco. You think I don't have information on people who could undermine me?"
"Good point," Draco said.
"Weasley, you are to report to the Ministry of Magic in two hours. If you are one minute late, I'll throw you in Azkaban," Kingsley said, suddenly cold again.
"Why are you being so cruel?" Molly asked.
"You and your idiot son forgot one thing," Kingsley said. "We all love Hermione a hell of a lot more than either of you. If you thought for one second that we would take your side-"
"You're both morons," Harry said. "Now get out." Sirius smiled proudly at his godson. Molly left the room, grumbling to herself as Kingsley followed her.
"Dad's not talking to her," George said.
"Nor are Bill or Charlie," Fred added. "Ginny sent her a Howler."
"You two are still living above the shop, right?" Harry asked. "Because if you're not, we've got a couple of extra rooms in the hotel."
"We're good," Fred said.
George glanced at the door, ensuring Hermione wasn't listening. He grinned at Sirius. "We told you she was scary."
Draco laughed. "You weren't there when she was dueling Bellatrix," he said. "She was terrifying."
"Daddy?" Teddy asked, looking up from his booster seat. "Why was everyone so mad at Mrs. Weasley?"
"She was very mean to Auntie Mione," Remus said. "She said some very bad things."
"Oh," Teddy said. "Why were they talking about Uncle Ron?" The boy made a face at the name.
"He's not your uncle anymore," Remus said. "Auntie Mione's not going to marry him anymore."
"Yay!" the boy cheered. He looked at Sirius. "Now you and Auntie Mione can get married and have babies, right?"
"We'll see, mate," Sirius said. He glanced to the door. "Someone should check on her."
"I'll go," Draco said, standing. "I have some experience at being drug through the mud in the press."
"So, Fred," George said as Malfoy left.
"Yes, George?"
"How dead do you think Hermione would kill us if we sent her a box as well?"
George grinned. "Very dead. Or she'd kiss us."
"50-50 chance, then?"
"I'll take it."
Sirius laughed at their antics. The thought of Hermione using any of the Weasleys' products- they'd sent him a catalog- made his pants tighten a bit. He should let her know that more than one wizard was interested in taking care of those needs for her. There was no need for toys when the real thing was available, just down the hall. Although, the idea of having sex with her made his pants tighten even further.
"Erm, I'm gonna go take a shower," Sirius said, clearing his throat. He fled the room and dashed up to his bathroom, which he shared with Hermione. Her scent, still fresh from her shower, only served to make his cock harden even more. He stripped out of his clothes and turned the shower on. He stepped under the warm spray and sighed. Wrapping a hand around his throbbing dick, he imagined her.
She'd be tight, of course. Hot, too. Would she stroke him like this? Maybe she'd lower that gorgeous pouty mouth onto him. He'd make sure it was good for her too. He'd eat her till she screamed. Then he'd shove his dick into her soaking pussy and fuck her until she begged for more. Until she moaned his name, those strong muscles milking his essence from him. Sirius came with a moan, slumping against the cool tile. He leaned on the wall, panting and turned the water to cold.
He was in deep. Merlin help him.
naughty sirius! hahahaha. keep those reviews coming, and we'll get to the good part soon!