Ok, so maybe this is a little short, so I shall give you a bit of a longer A/N. This is a fun little Remmie/Siri fluffy chapter..they haven't had much fun lately, and what better way to bring that in then to have one of the twins involved (not in that way!)
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Even though I had spent the whole day doing jobs around the house, trying to make it even more liveable now the kids had joined us, Molly had still told me and Sirius that we had to clear the table after dinner this evening.
She managed to pick the worst time possible to let me know though. I was sat at the table, wand in hand, intricately trying to fix the goddamn clock that chimed on the minute every minute since last week.
Sirius's theory was that Kreacher had tampred with it because there were so many 'disgraces' in the house, me being one of them. Sirius was sat opposite me at the time and I think he must've temporarily gave Molly a pigs tail, which, in hindsight was the best thing he could've done.
Admittedly, I did drop the clock and swear at him and so Molly had a go at me for swearing in the presence of children and Sirius got smacked over the head with a dishtowel for starting the whole thing.
And our joint punishment was to clean the kitchen after dinner, which was torture of the highest form.
Currently, my fiancé was wiping round the worktops grumbling about how this was a job for house elves and he was not an elf. I, on the other hand was stacking the plates tha thad belonged to random members of the Order, whoever was around at the time.
As I leant over the table to grab a plate further away from me I felt something slap across my arse. Blushing, I turned around to see a grinning Sirius mischieviously twirling a dishtowel by his side.
"You're gonna die, Black," I growled, advancing on him slowly. He smirked and ducked under my arm, standing behind me with his arms folded. Setting my jaw I rose above it and grabbed a cloth the lay crumpled by the sink, beginning to wipe down the table. Was it really that hard for ROn to keep his food on his plate?
You'd think that boy hadn't been fed in months, which, with a mother like molly we all knew was a physical impossibility. "Honestly Siri, you'd think half these kids had been raised by farm animals,"
He shot a patronising glance in my direction "Well, judging by Molly's little addition most of them were."
"Our kids wont be like that, they'll be perfectly brought up and they will be beautiful, and everyone will love them," I decided, Sirius wrapped his arms around my waist and stared deep into my practically glowing eyes.
I thought it was pretty obvious we were going to have children now. I loved him, and I was definitely going to spend the rest of my life with him. He'd been such a dickhead as a teenager I had concluded I could survive everything he could throw at me.
"Kids? We're planning on having more than one, Remmie, oh I love you!" He declared, catching my lips in a celebratory kiss. His tongue parted my lips and I gasped, staggering backwards into the sturdy oak table which supported me as I fell backwards.
Thank god it was a big table, Sirius shoved me up it and got on top of me so this thing was supproting both of our weight. Not that I noticed any of that as Sirius began his assault on my lips again.
"Siri, what if they come down, Harry and the others?" He looked up at me, almost laughing. "Darling. I'm not ashamed of what I am. If they find out then they find out. This is too good an opportunity to miss, so shut up and let me kiss you."
I nodded and leant up to meet him; starting off slowly and sweet and building until it was a fervent crash of passion. His hands held his weight slightly off me, well the weight of his torso at least, the botom half of his body was well and truly pinning me down.
The table was uncomfortable and hard and slippery but I couldn't care less.
That was until a throat was cleared behind my head. Euphoric still, I tilted my head upwards as the animagi on top of me carried on to kiss my neck.
Seeing who the owner of the voice was brought me to sit up sharply. Sirius fell off onto the floor and I got up, smoothing my shirt down. "Don't stop on my account," George Weasley said, leant against the counter with a steaming cup of tea clasped in his hands.
"What are you doing down here at this time?" I snapped, Sirius behind me sniggering. "Got a problem George?" He asked snidely, wrapping an arm around my waist.
", but my mother will." He stated, grinning and taking a swig of tea. Sirius sauntered over to him staring him down. "But you're not going to do that are you George?" He asked, his voice dripping with malice and meaning.
"Maybe I wont. But maybe I would be more inclined not to if there was something in it for me." George raised an eyebrow and held out his hand, bending his fingers towards him.
Grumbling, Sirius dropped a small bag of money into Georges begging palm, then turned and left the room, towing me by the wrist.
Grinning and with a renewed sense of Marauderism I waved back at George before he disappeared out of sight to be replaced by the wall of the hallway I was being tugged through.
We jogged up to the bedroom we shared and wasted no time picking up where we left off.
This might just be a good night after all.
