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The Morning After 2

Sirius's bedroom, 7 am

The morning sunlight streaked into the bedroom, causing Hermione to stir. "Mmmm .. too early" she mumbled, before turning over, only to find herself face-to-face with Sirius's muscular, rock hard chest. There was a strong weight wrapped around her waist, which Hermione soon realized was Sirius's arm. She closed her eyes and snuggled into his chest, placing a small kiss on his bare chest.

Sirius opened his eyes four hour later, to find a petite figure curled up to him, one of her legs wrapped around his. He drew her closer to him, before kissing her forehead, and falling back into a deep slumber.

Hermione, as it turned out, was more tired than Sirius. When Sirius finally, woke up, she was still fast asleep. It was 11:30am already. If we don't get up now, the others will suspect something.. He thought tiredly. Wait a second. This is MY house. Well, technically, its partially my house .. but still .. I can do whatever I please.. He though, grinning to himself. But it was getting late, and he knew Hermione like to be woken up. What would be the best way to wake her? I could prank her.. But pranking your girlfriend doesn't exactly get you into her good books. I could kiss her 'till she wakes .. or I could .. (at this, his smirked) Nah, I'll just wake her up the old-fashioned way. He thought, smiling. He snuggled closer to Hermione, who had her back turned to him, and starting kissing all the way up her back, to the base of her head. Hermione stirred lightly. He rolled her over so she was lying on her back, and started kissing from her collarbone upwards.

"Mef, Siri.. not now .. later .. Its too early.." She mumbled. Sirius grinned.

"Its 11:30am, love." He replied, smirking slightly. Her eyes shot open.

"WHAT?!" She exclaimed. She then noticed Sirius was hovering on top of her. "Why didn't you wake me before?" She asked, relaxing a bit. Sirius sighed.

"I only woke up myself.." He replied.

"The others .. they'll suspect something.." Hermione said, voicing what he was thinking earlier. Sirius shook his head.

"This is my house.. and you're my girlfriend. They can think what they want, because their suspicions are most likely correct. Besides, I don't care" He replied strongly.

"Getting mighty possessive, aren't we?" Hermione replied with a smile. Sirius had inherited the manor, which had well over 10 bedrooms, 4 floors, a quidditch pitch, and a pool. Harry, being Sirius's godson, inherited a part of it as well. Sirius and Harry didn't want to live alone in the (beyond huge) manor, so the invited their friends. They all loved living together. It made everyday so unpredictable and excited, especially living with the two twins.

"Damn right" he growled, before swooping down and kissing Hermione. After she broke apart, she smiled.

"Time to get up now, you know" She said, glancing at the clock. She scanned the room for her nightdress. "You animal, Sirius. Why do you always have to throw my clothes all over the room?" She asked, half smiling, half frowning. Sirius grinned.

"Because its fun to watch you search the room, stark naked, looking for them" He replied, smirking. She playfully swatted him, before throwing the covers off of her to go look for her clothes. Only to discover that it was quite cold. Quite cold indeed. She gingerly placed her feet on the stone-cold marble floors, and looked over at Sirius, who was wearing an ammused expression.

His eyes flickered to her chest, then back to her face. "Cold?" He asked, smirking. Hermione coughed.

"Pervert" She muttered. Sirius fienged hurt.

"Get back in bed, sexy" He laughed, flipping the covers over for her.

"Sirius, we can't. We don't have time. Its a quarter to twelve!" She protested. Sirius teasingly raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't suggesting that. I was merely suggesting that you get back in the warm bed, while I find your clothes. But if you want, we could be a bit late for, er .. lunch" He replied. Hermione nodded, and climbed back into bed. He wrapped his arms around her .. she felt like ice. Once she was warmed up, he got up and got dressed. Then he threw her the nightdress.

"Thanks. I'll meet you at breakfast, er, lunch, okay?" She said, before exiting through the ajoining door. Sirius nodded. Once he was fully dressed, he went down to eat.

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The kitchen, 12pm

"Ahh, look who's finally up" came a teasing voice from the kitchen doorway. Sirius sighed.

"Good morning to you too, Harry" Sirius replied, grinning as he grabbed a piece of toast. Harry looked at Sirius's grinning face, and decided to push him a bit further.

"Say, Sirius .. Would you have any idea where Hermione is on this fine morning? Ginny said she wasn't in her bedroom.." Harry said, flashing Sirius an evil grin. Remus sniggered, while Ron looked slightly sick.

"She's coming down soon, you can ask her yourself" Sirius replied with his mouth full.

"How many time does I have to tell you to not to eat with your mouth full?" came a sightly annoyed voice from behind Sirius. Sirius groaned. Bad timing, Sirius He thought to himself.

"Good morning to you too, hun" Sirius replied gruffly. Hermione grabbed a glass of orange juice and some oatmeal before sitting at the table, beside Sirius. She was humming to herself, a sloppy grin playing on her face. Harry looked between Sirius (who was grinning slightly, as well) and Hermione.

"Oh, Hermione. I pity you. Having to make love to an old man like our Padfoot here.." Harry said loudly. Hermione choked on her orange juice, while Sirius shot Harry a death glare. Fred and George were failing horribly to withhold their snickers, smirks and laughter.

"Well, Harry .. He can't be much worse than you, can he? I mean .. you made a girl cry when she kissed you. Imagine poor Hermione the night you--" Ron said with an evil grin, but he was interrupted.

"Hermione. Me, You, over there, NOW" He said, pointing to the living room, his voice dangerously low. Remus snorted.

"Padfoot, you must be really loosing it. We really don't need to see you 'in action' to know that you're, uh.. pleasing Hermione. We've already heard it. Besides, if you must do it now, at least get a bedroom. Some of us would like to keep our appetite" Remus said with a smirk. Sirius shot him a death glare.

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The living room

"Hermione, how could you have conveniently forgotten to tell me that some of your past partners included my GODSON?" He asked. Hermione glared at him.

"Who I've been with, quite frankly, isn't much of your business. Besides, what does it matter? I can't undo the past. And I wouldn't, if I could. You knew me and Harry dated back in sixth year. You're a guy. You should know how guys act." Hermione replied huffily.

"I guess you're right. Its just .. wrong." Sirius replied, shuddering at the mental images. Hermione expression softened.

"I know its awkward for you, but don't think its not awkward for me, either. All of them out in the kitchen now know some imformation from my own private love life. Besides, that was years ago, and we've both very obviously moved on." Hermione replied, in a softer tone.

"So, was he good?" Sirius asked in a strange voice. He was curious to know if the legacy of Prongs still lived on. Hermione looked at him as if he was insane.

"Yes" She replied in a small voice. Sirius looked at her curiously.

"Was he better than me?" He asked. A question that had been burning in the back of his mind for quite some time since he discovered the news. Hermione looked shocked for a moment. But she stepped towards him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered something into his ear before she kissed him soundly on the lips. When they broke apart, the looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"Awwwww!" came a voice, floating from the living room doorway. Both Sirius and Hermione spun around, to find that Fred, George, Tonks, Remus, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all standing in the doorway. They had been there the entire time.

"Bloody hell! No privacy! None at all!" Sirius said, glaring at the eavesdroppers. They all grinned sheepishly.

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The pool, 2pm

Everyone decided it was a good time to go swimming, seeing as it was Saturday and none of them had anything better to do. With exception to Hermione, who said she could be reading, or working a new article. Sirius dragged her to the pool.

"Sirius! I have work to do!" She protested. Everyone in the pool looked up to the doorway, were Sirius was carrying Hermione (against her will, obviously)

"Put me down this instant, Sirius Back! Or.." She exclaimed, her eyes flashing dangerously. But he didn't. Instead, he walked right up to the edge of the pool.

"Or .. what, dear?" Sirius replied in a sickly sweet tone, with a maniacal glint in his eyes. He smirked.

"I'll .. deprive.. you of a certain something for .. a month!" she replied, smirking ever-so-slightly. She could tell that everyone was watching.

"You can barely keep your hands off me for five minutes .. let alone .. a month? My my .. Empty threats? This is not good.." He replied, grinning. Hermione huffed.

"Egotistic" She muttered. Fred and George laughed.

"Well, then .. I'll put you down" He replied, with that strange glint in his eyes. And strangely enough, he did just that. He put her down. But unfortunately .. The ground beneath her wasn't solid ground .. it was ..

SPLASH!