Currently over stressed from work and searching for another gear. I'd like to update daily. I'd like to write daily. I don't get what I want, but I hope you want his.

Love, Kia

At the crack of dawn, he felt Hermione slip out of his arms, but he was too tired to protest. He heard the shower from the bathroom and fell back into a light slumber. What felt like seconds later, she curled her body around his. She was cool from the shower and her hair still damp. The moisture heightened her scent though and parts of Sirius' sleeping mind decided sleep was overrated.

He turned towards her and looked at her with bleary eyes. Her eyes were alert and had a naughty glint.

"Sorry I came back so late," he rasped.

"I fell asleep early. And you're here now." She drew her fingernails down his chest and he hissed. "Are you awake?"

"Sufficiently… "

He caught her lips with his and tasted her sweet mouth. She lay still, also a little dazed in the early morning, and he decided he'd try something.

"I love kissing you," he mumbled against her lips. "Your lips, your neck." He slipped down her body. "Your breast." She moaned when he took a nipple between his teeth. "And you love it too." He got a positive response in the form of a suppressed whimper. "Now I'm going to find new places you love just as much." He licked her bellybutton, continued to the side of her tummy, went a little lower, and hit gold. His tongue on spot an inch above her groin on her right side had her wriggling and purring in the most amazing way. He teased her with his teeth and wondered if the other side was just as sensitive. It was. He slipped further down her body, his sense of smell telling him exactly what she wanted. What he wanted. Her folds were slick and he controlled her with his tongue.

"Sirius, please…"

Her taste was, if possible, sweeter than two days earlier, when he'd had his way with her on the porch at sunset, and he almost forgot his little experiment. With the last shreds of self-control he pulled away and chuckled at her disappointed "no."

He kissed his way down her thighs, Hermione sighing giddily. When he reached the inside of her knee, she changed her tune.

"Oh!"

"Oh, as in good?"

"Mmm. Do it again."

Sirius complied willingly, nipping the fold of her left knee while stroking its right counterpart.

"Please stop it," she whispered.

He did and continued down her calf.

"No," she complained.

"Wait," he mumbled, kissing her ankle. Having almost reached her toes, he had her purring again.

Your body is so easy to please. I don't know what I'd otherwise. The mere thought of your naked body reduces my stamina to teenage levels.

Hermione withdrew her feet and placed them on his shoulders.

"Sirius, please, stop."

"Stop what, sweetie?"

"Teasing."

He crawled up her body and kissed her properly before he leaned on his elbows and watched her.

"All right. But you loved it."

"Yes, but now…"

"Now what? What do you want now?"

"You."

"I'm right here," he teased.

"Inside me."

He trusted inside her hard and thought he'd loose it immediately when she arched her neck, closed her eyes in bliss and bit her lower lip.

"Yes," she hissed before meeting everyone of his trusts. She gripped his upper arms and he had to close his eyes too, when he saw the small muscles in her shoulders flex. Her legs went around his waist, and he reached down to pet the fold of her knee. It sent her into a violently thrusting climax that brought him with her.

Panting into her hair, trying not to crush her with his weight he mumbled into her ear.

"I'll never get enough of you, sweetie. You are amazing."

Never get enough? Why did I say that? Oh, that bloody Runcorn. Stay the fuck away from my bedroom! But what did he mean?

"You can have me as much as you want, Sirius. I can't focus on anything remotely intellectual when you are in the same room."

Sirius felt himself drawn back to sleep. He rolled off her and pulled her against him. A few minutes later he could distantly register that she left the bed, but this time the still sleeping parts of his brain decided to take over.

The midday sun had made the bedroom uncomfortably warm when Sirius woke up. He was alone in the bed and after checking his watch he wasn't surprised.

He'd had the most confusing dream. He'd dreamt he's been talking to, not shouting at, his mother's portrait, and that she had answered in a civil tone. He smiled, shook his head and wondered briefly what a muggle psychologist would make out of that. But the dream had seemed real enough.

Walking down the stairs he let go of his ponderings, but when he reached the hall the closed curtains around the usually disturbing portrait drew him in.

"FILTH! In my father's house! How dare you betray the Noble and Most Ancient…"

He closed the curtains again and was just about to cast a general silencing spell in his mother's direction, when he remembered something Luna had said. It had been along the lines of thinking of oneself as a pure-blood, and mumble "Toujours Pur" like a password. Not really knowing why he decided to risk his hearing again, he closed his eyes and tried to picture himself at the age of ten, repeating meaningless phrases after his parents, not yet aware of the content, just trying to please. The he lifted a corner of the curtain and mumbled his family's motto.

"Blood traitor! You cannot be a son of mine, you useless piece of…"

Why bother?

Hermione was in the garden, lying on her stomach on a blanket, reading.

"Trying to talk to your mother, I heard?" she said, smiling up at him.

He sat down beside her, kissed her on the cheek, and leaned back on his elbows.

"Well, I had such a peculiar dream. I dreamt she spoke to me yesterday, when I got home."

Hermione sat up, pushing her hair behind her ear and watched him solemnly.

"That may not have been a dream. She spoke to me yesterday."

"What!" He sat up. "When? Without screaming and cursing? What did she say? Don't believe a word she says, darling, she's deranged."

"Hush. It wasn't so bad. I heard this noise from the hall, like someone clearing his throat, so I went there to see who it was. And the sound came from her portrait, so I opened it, and she was there, quiet. I greeted her politely and we talked. She wasn't aggressive or anything. Well, when she spoke about you…"

"I can imagine. Go on."

"She said she wanted to see her successor as Mrs Black of 12 Grimmauld Place. She asked me what I did, I told her I taught. Then she said that women shouldn't work, and that I would never be Mrs Black for as long as she had been if I kept working. A lot of old-fashioned stuff that I guess boiled down to 'a woman's place is at the stove and her duty is to her husband and children.' Then she bid me goodnight, and I drew the curtains. Quite surreal, and I did exactly what you just did, earlier. Checked if yesterday had been a dream. She was quite her normal self with me as well. I was amazed she didn't wake you up. What did she say to you yesterday?"

Sirius told her and they both pondered the temporary sanity of Mrs Black for a minute before they left the subject as incomprehensible. Sirius reproduced the larger part of the evening at the club, admitting his still present fear of it's being too easy to be the Lord Black people expected there.

"I've seen how that's been bothering you, but I'm not afraid of you." She leaned in and kissed him. "You bark worse than you bite."

"Oh, I'll bite you hard enough," he answered, tickling her into submission, lying flat on her back. He leaned over her, looking down in her brown eyes that were still full of laughter.

"Think about it this way, Sirius…"

No, I don't want to think at all now.

"… that they see everything in black and white…"

"Right now I'd like you to see only Black," he said and nibbled her collarbone. It distracted her for a second, but then she gently pushed him away and sat up.

"Black and white as in pure-bloods and not pure-bloods, I guess they don't really bother about the distinction between someone like Luna who is half-blood and someone like me."

"I can definitely see a difference between you too. I'm not remotely interested in doing this to Luna, lovely as she is." He pulled down the strap on her top and bit her naked shoulder.

"Hey! I'm trying to give you a strategy for visiting that odious club. You know, you start brooding twenty-four hours before going there. I want my Lord Black on Saturday evenings, not you fearing the next evening."

Sirius sighed and sat back.

"Sorry. I'm all ears."

"The black and white, the pure and the un-pure. Why not using it yourself? You're clever enough to keep two versions of reality and truth in your mind at the same time. We, the Order, everyone of mixed blood, pure-bloods like the Weasleys, the Shacklebolt, are the pure. Our motifs, our beliefs are pure. The club, the die-hard, hidden, double-playing Death Eaters are the un-pure; we know their beliefs, the superiority they think they possess."

"I can see your point, it makes sense in a very symmetrical way. I'll try."

Sirius lay back and Hermione rested her head on his chest.

"But yesterday things came to a breaking point at the Cantankerous, when Lucius brought up the membership issue with his grandson," he said playing with her hair. "And this manic Runcorn told me, in not so ambiguous wording, that baby Malfoy's blood status could change. It freaked me out. He's a cold one. Have you seen him?"

"Of course I have, silly. I went into the Ministry with him. When Harry was him. But yes, he comes on as someone very single-minded."

"I can't really stop thinking about what he meant. He told me to tell him when I've had enough, hinting at enough of obeying the Ministry, I'm prone to think now, since I've been rather loud about that." He pulled her closer. "You, my little wife, is someone I hardly notice, and whom I married to keep the Ministry happy and make myself appear modern, while I keep to my conservative ways. Couldn't be further from the truth. Maybe I'll pursue a career in acting."

"Mmm." She relaxed and inhaled his scent. "You'll do no such thing. You'll stay here and keep me happy."

"Are you?"

"Very."

Time is ticking.

"But you'll leave me."

"Never."

"Next week, in twelve days."

She groaned into his chest.

"Or you could stay."

She was silent for so long he thought she'd left the subject or fallen asleep.

"I can't do that. Minerva relies on me. I have to go. All the new little first-years will need someone to teach them Potions."

"I know. And you'll come back on weekends, right?"

"Of course. Unless…"

"Unless what?"

"If I can do that without blowing your cover. Yesterday you, no, Lord Black wished his little wife would stay away 'til next summer."

The prospect of loosing Hermione, for a year, half a year, a week, a day made Sirius feel like falling off a cliff. Vertigo came over him so fast that he would have fallen if he had been standing.

"I don't care about that cover. I need you, if I'm going to maintain it. I'll go mad, like my mother, if you stay away. Please…"

She rolled over on her stomach and faced him. He could read nothing but love in her dark eyes.

"I need you too. Of course we'll find a way."

Sirius stomach grumbled.

"I'm hungry. Is it lunch I can smell from the kitchen?"

"Sure is. Come on."

After lunch Sirius remained at the table, while Hermione took their dishes to the sink.

Those shorts are really… short.

He silently tiptoed up behind her, cradling her waist with his large hands. She jumped before leaning back into his embrace.

"I'll just finish the dishes."

"You're playing with fire, love."

"By doing the dishes?" she teased.

"By turning your back at me in such insufficient clothes."

She let the dishes and the brush sink into the water. He had her full attention. He palmed her flat stomach and tickled the points he had discovered earlier, rewarded with a deep sigh. Gripping her hips he drew her hard against him, hissing at his own deed.

The kitchen table? Close enough.

Biting her neck and licking her ear lobe, he brought his hands to her breasts and cuddled them rather hard.

"Oh! Ouch!"

"Sorry, it's those barely existent shorts," he mumbled. "I'll be gentle."

She stopped pressing against him and gripped his arms to still them.

"No, wait."

He leaned over her shoulder and kissed a spot on her neck he knew always got her attention. It didn't.

"I'm late."

"For what, love? Hogwarts is two weeks away."

"No, Sirius, I'm late, late. My period is late. I think I might be…"

He felt all blood leaving his head and grabbed her to remain upright.

"…pregnant."

You must have seen that one coming from a mile away, right?