I Want the Fire Back
Summary: Hermione is obsolete – the War is over, Harry and Ron are busy, and she the mere Charms teacher at Hogwarts. When a presumably dead man comes back better than ever, she suddenly means everything... to him. SiHr
Rating: R for language, themes, sex, and whatever else may come out of my twisted little mind.
Disclaimer: It's not me who owns these characters or any plots associated with the Harry Potter books.
After George assisted Hermione in getting her beau off of the floor, they set out to their destination. Which was still unknown to Sirius and Hermione.
They stopped once in Dumbledore's office, where Fred was standing with an amused Remus, who had noticed where Sirius' hand was cupped. Poor Padfoot… but it's not as though it's the first time.
"We're flooing somewhere," Hermione stated as the realization hit her.
"I always knew there was a reason you were the cleverest witch at Hogwarts, 'Mione," Fred smirked as he picked up a handful of floo powder and stepped towards the fireplace.
She threw him a playful glare as he winked and disappeared into the flames with a call of "The Burrow!" She wrapped an arm around Sirius' waist, hoping that he would see this a sign of truce. He glared at her for a moment, and whispered, "I will be getting you back for that, Granger. Count on it."
She just grinned as she stepped forward to follow where the other three had already gone.
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Once all four of them had landed safely, Fred began to explain. With George, of course, interrupting when needed.
"Alright, mates – you're all here for a reason. Remus, you're just here because Tonks stopped by for dinner, and when she found out we were coming to get Sirius and 'Mione, she asked for you to tag along," Fred grinned and let George continue.
"Now the reason this is happening… well, our dear little sister-"
"-Virginia, nice girl, I'm sure you've met her-"
"-stopped by with her boy Draco, and decided to give all of us a right little bit of news-"
"-which resulted in mum nearly having a heart attack, dad gripping his chair and staring blatantly at a wall for an excessive amount of time-"
-"Ron attempting to murder Draco, Charlie and Bill screaming at Ginny-"
"-and thank God Percy isn't here-"
"-so we came to get you," Fred finished with a calming breath.
"Wait, you didn't tell us why everyone is screaming and attempting murder," Sirius looked between the two twins.
"Or why we're here, exactly," Hermione spoke up.
"Oh, that's easy, Ginny asked for you to show up. Back-up and all, with you two being best friends and such-"
"- and as for the reason of the fighting… well, you'll see for yourselves if you'd kindly follow us in here."
The twins journeyed towards the dining room, and upon opening the door, Remus, Sirius and Hermione's ears were assaulted with the sound of six people screaming (Mr. Weasley was still staring silently at the wall and Tonks was merely laughing).
Mrs. Weasley seemed to have given up on just yelling at her daughter and was just yelling at the room itself.
"-NOT EVEN MARRIED! THE SHAME!"
Ginny countered with, "MUM! WE CAN BLOODY WELL GET MARRIED!"
Draco finally fought himself out of Ron's grasp and looked frightened at his girlfriend's words. "What? We're getting married?"
"See? The git doesn't even want to marry you, Gin!" Charlie looked at his sister desperately.
"I didn't mean right this instant Draco!"
"Is my sister not good enough for you, Malfoy?" Bill looked away from his sister for a moment to stare at the blond.
"Quite the contrary, Weasley, she's too good for me. That's why the idea of marriage shocked me," Draco replied haughtily before adding with a meaningful look at his attacker, "And don't start sounding like Ron – I know you're not as thick as him, Bill."
Bill laughed at this, slightly appeased with what he was hearing from the Malfoy.
Ron had now turned his attention to his sister and was screaming frantically, "WHAT IF THE KID HAS FRECKLES AND WHITE HAIR? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW BADLY IT'LL GET MADE FUN OF?"
At this argument, Hermione spoke up, now done with her amusement of the quarrel.
"GINNY'S PREGNANT?"
Upon hearing this, Ron turned to her, "Well duh, Hermione! Where have you been?"
She glared at him, wiping off the spit he had shot out at her. "At school, Ron."
"Oh… well… yes… My little sister's been knocked up by the Death Eater boy!" Ron's voice rose up once again, turning back to the angry couple.
Molly's voice had now turned hoarse as she still tried screaming. "But they're not married," she wheezed weakly, trying to be heard above the din of the room.
Ginny finally calmed down a little, her skin lessening in its redness, and spoke, "Mum, we're in love. We have steady jobs and an apartment. We'll get married when we're ready," Draco nodded, glad at his girlfriend's assertiveness.
Mr. Weasley was still staring at the wall. Fred and George had their arms crossed and were casually leaning against the doorway, highly amused and wearing identical expressions of giddiness (for once they were not the ones getting the house in an uproar). Sirius was standing near the door, a dark eyebrow arched.
"But what did you expect? We do share an apartment together! Did you think we had separate rooms?" Ginny added to her defense, causing Draco to wince and the Weasley brothers to swivel towards him.
"You two have been shagging for the past year?" Charlie gaped at them.
Knowing he'd regret this, Draco quipped instantly out of reflex, "Well we shagged before that, of course. Back when Virginia was a sixth year and I was a seventh…"
"YOU FUCKED MY SIXTEEN YEAR OLD SISTER?" Ron bellowed, a purple vein twitching in his forehead.
Mr. Weasley flinched at this, but continued looking at the wall as if it had some vastly important secret written on it.
Ginny whispered to Hermione with an exasperated smile, "I told Draco we should have just sent an owl. But nooo, he has his pride…" Hermione laughed lightly, turning to watch as Ron launched himself at Draco. She raised her wand to stupefy one of them, but Ginny stopped her. "Draco asked to defend himself – he won't hurt Ron, don't worry."
With a rueful smile Hermione lowered her wand, "It's not Ron I'm worried about."
Draco, on the floor struggling with Ron, heard this and kept up with his normal sarcasm, "Granger! I'm disappointed that you have so little-" he flipped Ron onto his back and pinned his arms down, leaving him red-faced and sputtering "- faith in me."
"Show-off," Ginny rolled her eyes and stood up to help her baby's father to his feet. Draco stood gracefully and nodded to whatever Ginny whispered into his ear, one foot still pressed against Ron's stomach to hold him down. Ron, meanwhile, was foaming at the mouth and smacking Draco's leather booted foot with his hands, but to no avail.
Ginny stepped away from the grey-eyed man, and spoke loud enough for her entire audience to hear.
"If none of you have anything remotely intelligent or cheerful to say to us as expecting parents, then we're leaving." The so-called 'vixen' stood with her hands on her slim hips, red hair pulled back in a clip, and her green eyes flashing.
No one said anything, and Ginny stalked from the room, Draco on her heels. Calling over her shoulder, Ginny said, "Bye, Hermione! Thanks for coming! You too, Sirius!"
"Bye…" Hermione muttered weakly, a little shell-shocked herself at the whole situation and the intensity at which it occurred in so little time.
Sirius waved cheerfully, acting as if he weren't in a room full of pissed off people. "Bye Virginia! Bye Draco! Have a good night!"
George and Fred were pouting, "You didn't say bye to us! We didn't yell at you!"
"And we played messenger!" Fred added, but the couple was already gone.
Deciding to break the now deafening silence, Hermione spoke up sensibly about the mess that she would help clean up. "Draco and Ron knocked quite a bit over," she muttered as she bent down to retrieve a broken vase.
Molly sat down in one of the few chairs that hadn't been overturned, and stared blankly ahead of her. "I didn't mean to be mean to Ginny… It's just… they're so young, and they're not married…" her hoarse voice and tears in her motherly eyes made her look very pitiful at the moment, causing Tonks to place a comforting hand on the older woman's shoulder.
George was whispering into Sirius' ear with a curious expression on his youthful face. "So, earlier, when you were on the floor in Hermione's room… What was the cause of that? I mean, I never figured Hermione to be the rough-rider type, and all…"
"Yeah," Fred spoke up as his head popped up next to his twin's in Sirius' line of vision. "And you've been holding your package for a while now, too. Must have been some roughness…"
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Remus returned to Hogwarts with Hermione and Sirius after a small talk with the Weasleys, and the pair of lovers retreated to Hermione's room.
"I feel so bad for Gin," Hermione sighed as she threw her sweater on the bed.
"I feel bad for Draco – he had quite a few of the Weasley boys after his blood at once," Sirius mused, thinking about his cousin affectionately. "Something I doubt I could even do."
"Oh I'm sure you could if you boinked their little sister when she was sixteen," Hermione laughed.
"Good point," he laughed as he flopped onto the bed. Then he remembered that he had promised to get her back for earlier, when she had evilly caused him to have sore balls for a few hours.
He pounced on her, tickling her madly as she screamed in surprise and forced laughter. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and continued tickling her with the other, until an idea came to him. Ceasing his actions for a moment, he reached into his pocket and retrieved his wand, a mischievous grin spread across his face.
Oh Jesus… Hermione thought as she noticed the twinkle in his eyes.
With a quick spell, Sirius had magicked her hands tied to the bedpost. Now her body was sprawled out, her legs pinned beneath Sirius' weight, and the overly sensitive skin of her underarms very exposed for tickling.
Hermione noticed this and began struggling frantically, knowing that it would do no good.
"Please, Sirius! I'm sorry, it was an accident!" she laughed whilst struggling against the bonds.
"Oh no, no, no, my dear. I made a promise," he ran his hand up her side over her shirt, his eyes lusting, causing her to squirm. "And I'm a man of my word."
Her eyes widened as she realized he didn't mean to merely tickle her – he had other more torturous things on his clever mind.
He smirked at her as he took in her reaction and kissed the top of her cute nose. Running a long hand over her breast through her sweater, Sirius positioned himself so that their lower bodies were pressed together.
In a habitual movement, he had gotten her sweater off, leaving her in a tight black undershirt that showed her cleavage quite well. He grinned cheekily as she squirmed again, not liking the fact that she was completely under control of him. Sirius leaned lower, tossing the sweater uncaringly to the side of the bed, and brushed his plush lips against her breasts.
So soft… was her only conscious thought as she reveled in his minor touch.
He pulled away hastily and slid his hand slowly down her stomach to the hem of her pants. She gasped lightly as she realized what he was going to do, and squirmed again, causing her to grind unconsciously against Sirius' arousement.
"Stop that, woman," he growled, his voice husky with want and eyes blazing.
Her pants were pulled down her legs painfully slowly, finally removed from constricting her body.
Hermione, now in her panties and black shirt, desperately wanted to de-clothe Sirius and run her hands over his beautiful body. She wanted it so much that could hardly see straight as he pulled off her shirt and began teasing her breasts lightly with his hands. He massaged them both at once, making sure neither felt the least bit neglected.
"Hmm…" she moaned, pulling her wrists at the confines of the bedpost.
Her scant clothing left were her black panties, and now even they felt overwhelmingly hot and incommodious. She needed her lover so intensely that she thought she might pass out from the desire blazing below her waist.
Sirius kissed Hermione's neck, down to in between her breasts and across her stomach, only to pause at her panties. He kept his position locked, his lips just above the hem of the garment and turned his black gaze up to witness his lover's expression. The bonds of her wrists were pulled to their tightest, and Hermione's face was a mixture of pleasure and pain. With a small smile, Sirius decided that now was the time.
He pulled back, and with the sudden absence of Sirius' body and breath warmth on her, she gasped and her eyes shot open.
Sirius leapt from the bed gracefully, picking up his earlier discarded robe and swinging it over his shoulder. He regained his wand from the floor and stood up to observe the extremely flustered woman before him.
And there stood Sirius Black - wand spinning in his fingers, hair mussed attractively, and a smirk on his lips – in all his glory, as a man of his word.
"Goodnight, Granger."
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A/N: Now that would suck.Oh, and to clear something up right now, the bonds Sirius used were temporary - they'll wear off in a few hours. You didn't think he was that mean, did you?
Please review! The next chapter will be the continuation of the war of Granger and Black – seduction, weakness, and power are in great utilization.
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