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Summary: Hermione is obsolete – the War is over, Harry and Ron are busy, and she the mere Charms teacher at Hogwarts.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.
A/N: hand3: Yeah, a lot of people make Harry gay. Me, I do it because it'd be cute if he was with Ron, and he surely can't be with Ginny or Hermione because they have Draco and Sirius. Lol. And to my awareness, J.K. has never written anything to make people believe that Harry is or ever will be gay.
A few hours later, after Sirius had taken most of the people at the Weasleys for a quick ride on his bike, thankful for the cover of darkness (they flew, of course), they filtered back into the house. Ah, but so seemingly simple a task it was not. Ginny and Draco had already gone inside, due to Ginny's delicate condition and the severe cold. Arthur and Molly soon followed, smiling, but neither wanting to get behind Sirius Black on a motorcycle. So they, luckily, were not caught amidst the Snowball Fest of the century.
Not surprisingly, it was Fred that had started the whole thing. Sirius' bike was tucked neatly in the shed in the yard, and the troupe of people was skipping through the snow, happy for the clear night air. I mean, come on – how could Fred Gilbert Weasley resist chucking a tightly packed ball of snow at his little brother's face as he skipped through the snow?
"Ahckla!" Ron coughed as the ball of snow smacked him in the mouth, causing his green-eyed lover to laugh uproariously. Ron's death-glare silenced him, and to avenge himself, Ron cleared his mouth of snow turned around to face Fred, an evil glint in his eye.
"You are so dead."
And thus, war broke out. Teams were picked without a word being said, and the most steadfast couples broke up to wreak havoc on one another.
Fred manned one team, which consisted of Harry, Charlie, Percy, Tonks, and Hermione, while George controlled the other, with Ron, Bill, Penelope, Remus, and Sirius.
After being hit in the stomach with a snowball, Hermione ducked behind Harry, yelling, "No fair! You have two Marauders and a twin!"
Laughter ensued, and the three previously mentioned people grinned proudly before each smacking their own respective targets with the cold white substance.
Tonks ran behind Remus as he threw a particularly big snowball at Charlie, and tackled him to the ground, giving him an intense whitewash.
"Come on, Moony – you can't let your woman man-handle you like that!" Sirius laughed at his friend's misfortune and ducked Percy's poorly thrown snowball meant to hit Penelope.
"George, you're my favorite twin, but I know that I must do this," Fred spoke solemnly before magicking a four foot snowball in diamater to crash upon his identical brother's head.
"Oi!" Charlie yelled as he met Ron's snowball face-to-face.
Hermione was busy laughing at Tonks and Remus as they rolled across the snow, giggling madly. Using her distraction to his advantage, Sirius apparated so that he appeared a few feet in front of her and threw his weapon at her. The white slush exploded right in Hermione's face, ceasing her laughter.
"Ow!" she cried, bringing one hand up to her face and falling to her knees, her snowball still in the other.
Sirius gaped in shock, and immediately rushed to her side as she fell onto her back, still holding her face.
"Oh God, 'Mione, I'm so sorry!" he said, kneeling down next to her.
She suddenly stopped her pitiful moaning, and threw her own snowball into his very close in proximity face.
Grinning, she spoke from below him as he sat with his mouth open in surprise, "And you call yourself a prankster."
Snow dribbling from his face into his open mouth and down his chin, Sirius pretty much traded his bad boy image in for one of a clueless idiot.
Regaining his composure, he grinned evilly, realizing he had an advantage with being hovering over Hermione.
Grabbing a handful of snow, he rubbed it fervently in her face and hair, causing her to scream and laugh at the same time.
"Payback's a bitch," Sirius murmured, leaning down and brushing the snow gently away from his love's mouth. He placed his own over her cold skin, slipping his tongue inside and warming it greatly.
"Hmm…" Hermione whimpered, "That's better."
"Always is," Sirius smirked, arrogant once again, before helping her to her feet and turning her around to survey her very wet arse.
"I think we all need to go inside… and perhaps set ourselves on fire to warm up…" he mumbled as he suddenly felt just how cold his body had become and realized he could scarcely feel his ungloved hands.
Noticing the way he was rubbing his hands together, Hermione placed her own gloved ones over his and began leading him to the house, mumbling something about him being 40 bloody years old and still unable to have enough sense to wear gloves.
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Once inside, a fretting Molly, who was outraged at their obvious stupidity and neglecting of the dangers of freezing to death, assaulted everyone. After fending her off, persistently with the fact that they were all going to survive, she offered (somewhat commanded) that everyone should stay the night at the Burrow.
She made up sleeping arrangements quickly, before announcing to her guests that she was tired and would be heading off to bed. Goodnights were said, and thanks, as the elderly woman smiled and moseyed up the stairs to her bedroom.
Sirius, hungry from his actions in the snow, slunk into the kitchen quietly, eating some of the leftover dinner from earlier.
A forkful of stuffing halfway to his mouth, the kitchen light suddenly clicked on and Sirius turned to find Hermione laughing at him.
"I figured you would be in here," she smiled and stepped towards him, taking a piece off cold turkey off of the platter next to him.
"It's goo foo," Sirius spoke through a mouthful of the delicious stuffing.
"Well of course – you made it," she said sarcastically, but he chose to ignore her tone of voice and just nod emphatically.
"So," Sirius began, after swallowing his food, "Where are we-?"
"There you guys are!" Tonks interrupted, barging through the door with a handful of clothes. Hermione jumped and Sirius choked on his stuffing, coughing madly.
"Wotcher, Sirius! Don't want to eat so fast, now do we?" Tonks chided, completely unaware of the fact that she was the cause of the choking. "Here are some clothes Ginny sent down for the two of you," she held out a pair of sweats and a blue t-shirt to Hermione, and to Sirius she held out a pair of red plaid boxers and white t-shirt.
Hermione took her clothes promptly, but Sirius merely raised a questioning eyebrow at his.
"Oh!" Tonks realized the reason behind his hesitation, "They're Harry's, mate. No need to fear."
Smiling slightly, he took the boxers and shirt, and Tonks left them to their own devices, bidding them both a Merry Christmas and good night.
"Watch the door for me, Sirius?" Hermione requested as she pulled her Christmas sweater over her head and put the pajamas on.
He grunted in response, now munching on a piece of turkey.
As Hermione began slipping her black skirt and her red tights down her wonderfully smooth legs, Sirius' gaze flew to her, watching with severe vigor, still chewing on the turkey. The kitchen door began to swing open, and without averting his gaze, Sirius jerked his hand out instinctively, pushing roughly against the wood of the door to prevent the intruder from coming in. Unfortunately, the person had not expected this action from the rather large oak door, and it swung back and painfully struck them in the nose.
"Ow!" came the muffled cry from the other side of the entrance; causing Hermione to look up just as she finished pulling her shorts on.
"What was that?" she asked, looking at her boyfriend, who was still chewing and watching her avidly. He jerked out of his stupor and uttered a "Huh?" after looking between her and the door.
Sighing, Hermione opened the kitchen door slowly to find herself face-to-face with an irked Draco Malfoy, still sporting the horrid red hair.
"Oh! Are you alright?" Hermione asked, her hand flying to her mouth as she surveyed Draco nursing his nose, which seemed to be bleeding profusely.
"Just fibe," he spoke in a sarcastic, nasally voice as the former Head Girl pulled her wand out and tapped her mouth thoughtfully, trying to remember the right spell for such a predicament.
"Dammit!" she muttered angrily, upset with the fact that sleeping and exhaustion were clouding her thoughts so badly she could not remember the correct charm. "Sirius!" she swung the kitchen door open to reveal the man in the middle of changing into the boxers, his arse very much in view of his currently bleeding second cousin.
"AH!" Draco screeched, trying to cover his eyes and nose at the same time.
Stifling a giggle, Hermione swung the door back shut and turned to a now very irked Malfoy.
"Um… I'm sure he'll be done in a second," she whispered, tears of mirth in her eyes, "And he probably knows the spell to fix your nose, Draco…"
Silver eyes flashed angrily at her as he pulled his hand away and focused back on his nose.
"Like I knew he was naked!" she said in her defense, still trying not to laugh. I deem that a fair payback for my earlier whitewash…
Finally, breaking the silence between the two old enemies, Sirius exited the kitchen looking pissed.
"Granger," he began, causing Draco to snigger, which led to extreme discomfort, and then him making a strangled cry of pain.
Sirius turned his angry expression to the blond and looked surprised, "What happened to him?"
"You happened to him, you bloody git. Broke his sodding nose with the door!" she snapped.
Sirius looked taken back. "Oh… I did?"
Draco was now glaring so harshly that Hermione was afraid his eyes would pop from his head. "Fix it," he growled in what he hoped was an intimidating voice, but it really came off as a man in dire need of nasal spray.
Sirius nodded and pulled out his wand, muttering a quick spell he had learned years before and Draco muttered a thank-you as he rubbed his formerly broken asset. Pushing past the couple, he mumbled, "Come out here to get Virginia some pickles, get smacked in the face with a sodding door and get to see another man's arse…"
Hermione sputtered out laughter, only to stop after Sirius growled at her. "What?" she asked in faked innocence.
Before Sirius could answer her, Draco sprung back from within the kitchen, a jar of pickles in one hand and humming loudly, saying, "If it has anything to do with Black's arse, I don't want to hear it!" and bounded up the stairs.
"That's what!" Sirius whispered frantically as Hermione smiled sweetly.
"Oh, that… Yes, well, I'm sure Draco enjoyed it – I mean, who doesn't want to see Sirius Black in his birthday suit?" she mocked his earlier arrogance with a smirk on her face.
Hermione began to walk into the living room where Molly had arranged a bed for Sirius and her. Too tired to be angry at her any longer, the two cuddled up on the pullout couch, Sirius' arms wrapped around Hermione's waist, content and happy with the way their first Christmas together had gone.
"'Mione?" Sirius whispered against her hair.
"Hmm?" she mumbled, too tired to speak any longer.
"Thanks… not only for the bike, but… for being you. And loving me…" he kissed the top of her head as a small smile graced his love's lips, and she began drifting into sleep.
"No pro'lem, love…"
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A/N: Sorry it's short, but I'll update tomorrow, and I promise… um… something interesting! BREATH-TAKING! HEART-STOPPING! PALM-SWEATING! Ok, I'm done. Review please!!! Oh and THANK-YOU all so much for helping me reach the 100 review mark! If you guys update like that all the time I assure you my chapters will be longer and more interesting! It's very inspiring!