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"You're what?" Sirius said, gulping.

"Pregnant, again."

"Are you sure; it could just be gas, you know."

"Sirius! I think I know the difference between gas and pregnancy." Hermione stalked out the kids' bedroom with Sirius, hot on her trail.

"How pregnant are you? Hermione, stop," she turned around and looked at him, her eyes red. He decided it would be better to sensitive, so he asked a little softer, "how far along are you?"

"I'm three months."

Damn, that far along. I guess Paddy's back in the dog house. "Okay. When were you going to tell me? When you gave birth to my son or daughter."

"No, I just didn't...I just didn't want it to be true."

"Why? Is childbirth that bad?"

Hermione gave a small chuckle, "Yes and no. Try imagining pushing two large chickens through a hole the size of a lemon. It's one of the most excruciating and wonderful experiences of my life."

"Ouch, are you sure you want another one? More wet nappies, more crying, and more 3 a.m. feedings; are you up for this?"

"No because this last pregnancy we planned on; this one is too close to the last one. But I all need to for the next six months is eating and resting. What you need to do is pamper me for months; the question is are you ready?"

Doesn't look like I have much of a choice, does it. 'I'm sure."

Sirius was leading Auror in the Ministry department, so he pretty much did what he wanted.
The next morning with only ten minutes of sleep (literally), he decided he would fix the sink. Or that was what he planned.

"Sirius! Sirius Black! Sirius, wake up!" Sirius shot up and hit his head on the pipe.

"Jesus, Hermione, think you could be any louder?"

Hermione's bottom lip quivered, "I made you a sandwich." Then she swiftly exited the room, on the verge of tears. Oh, I've started it: the hormones; time to get my cup out and hide. He found her in the kitchen, tenderizing the meat for dinner. Ouch. He slipped behind her, wrapping his hand around her waist.

"Love, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted." Her response was a sob. "I'm so sorry; hormones are getting you, huh?"

"It's not that. He's back."

"What?"

"He's back; Damien," her voice dropped to a whisper, "he's in Russia, and you have to go and l-luh-luh-leave me three months pregnant and two children. How could do this to me?"

Damien was a demon from the veil that the Council let out for some balance; one pure soul (Sirius) with one evil (Damien). Sirius still had to figure out how to banish him on his own.

"Can I have my sandwich? If I'm going tomorrow I have to eat. Can I have my sandwich?" Hermione shot him a dirty look.

"That's all you're going to say?"

"I know what I have to do. I know that this could kill me, and that wouldn't matter-"

"Wouldn't matter? Sirius you have two kids; how could that not matter?"

"Let me finish; that wouldn't matter if I had no life, but it does and that will keep me safe."

"I'm going to go to sleep. Eat your sandwich and fix that pipe." Hermione kissed his forehead and shuffled out the kitchen.
"Yes, dear."

"Keep saying it. I like it."

Sirius went to bed after fixing the pipes, unclogging the drain, cleaning out the gutters, mowing the lawn, and installing a showerhead.

Good she's still sleeping. Sirius slipped into his sweatpants and t-shirt.

"Sirius, are you asleep?"

"No."

Hermione sat up and lay on top of him.

"Love, you have to get off."

"Oh that I will if you let me; just let me work."

"Hermione, I have to leave tomorrow. Please let me sleep."

"Fine, I will let you sleep in an hour. I just need to remember what you feel like inside of me," Hermione seemed to want memorize his every sinew, every muscle. Hermione rubbed her hands down lower, rubbing in small circles until she reached it.

He sucked in a breath quickly, "Hermione, you are the devil."

"No, I'm just your wife."

"I'm too hot to have you sleep on me like this."

"If you something happens to you when you leave, I couldn't bear it you if you didn't get a proper send off." Sirius rolled over on top of her. "I need to know that you're here; that you and I were one for one more time."

The lovemaking was slow and tender; Sirius made her feel things that she never thought she felt before.

"I don't want to leave." Sirius said, caressing her hips; this was the first time Sirius actually mentioned not wanting to leave. "I'm scared. I'm not scared about what happens to me; I'm scared about what happens to you if I'm not here."

Hermione sat up and faced him, "Nothing, if you do what you need to do."

"Who's going to be here with you?"

"Harry for four weeks, Ron for two months, and Remus for a little while."

"Good, just make sure you answer the owl post."

"Love, you're tired; go to sleep."

"Mione?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I know."

When Hermione woke up, Sirius wasn't in bed.

Hermione pulled on one of his oversized shirts. She walked down the steps into the kitchen to find him, sipping coffee; she looked into the pot, and saw he had drunken all of it to the last dregs, so she decided to make her own. She bent at the waist, looking under the sink; she suddenly was snatched and thrown over Sirius' shoulder.

"Sirius, this is most undignified," she grumbled, after being placed on the couch.

"I'm a dog, what can I say?" He nipped at her neck.

Sirius slept while Hermione looked at him.

What would I do without dear Padfoot?

He's so good to me.

He's had so much hardship.

The real question is why me?

Sirius is gorgeous; deep, tepid onyx eyes covered with raven eyelashes with an amazing body.

But it's not just that, though, it's when I see him hold our children. How Alexander looks just like him with my eyes, and how Alicia sounds just like him when she laughs.

I never thought I would have this life. Why me?

I guess I'll never know.

Sirius opened one eye, "Was I snoring?"

"No, just admiring your beauty." Sirius and Hermione got dressed again, and loaded up Sirius' gear, and Hermione walked him to the oak front door.

"Hurry Sirius. Love you." Kiss. "Harry's coming...." Another Kiss.

"I know, love, I just want..." Another kiss

"Sirius, love, Harry and Bianca are right behind you, waiting get into the door."

"Hiya, Padfoot, we here to take care of your life, but it seems that you're doing a fine job."

"Bye, Sirius." Hermione stood in the doorway, watching him walk down the winding path, and she waited until he was completely out of sight.

Harry and Bianca were good friends since she helped bring Sirius back from the veil, so it was no surprise they started dating. Bianca is Dumbledore's niece.

"So, where are my god children?"

Hermione shot him a look of warning, "In the nursery, but if you wake them, there will be hell to pay." Harry crept into the nursery.

"Bianca, when are you going to make an honest man out of him? If you don't marry him, a zillion of other witches will."

Bianca started to help Hermione with dinner by shelling shrimp, "Aye, that's true, but he only wants me. What I want is to hear stories about failing in love with Sirius. Start after we brought him back but not before the dance."

"Well..."

Author's note: Evil I know but I need not give everything away so quickly

Author's note: I'm a lazy bum who doesn't like quotations so I won't write them unless Bianca or Harry interrupts.

Writer: Shut up you too! Just go snog or something

B&H: Fine we will

"Well it all began with me tutoring him so; he could catch up with the sixth year students.

It was August 12th and the weather was abysmal; lightening, thunderclaps, and the whole nine yards. I went into a corner of library looking for a certain book on goblin rebellions, and was having trouble. Sirius slides along on a ladder, with the book I need just out of my reach."

"So what did you do?" Bianca picked up Alicia and held her close. Harry had brought the twins out of their naps. Hermione frowned at this but continued:

"Sirius keeps jingling it in front of face, teasing me. I tired of it soon, and said quid pro quo, Sirius asked for a kiss for a book. I put everything I had into that kiss, and then left him with the funniest look on his face, one of amazement I guess. From then on, it was a kiss for a book. Sirius and I have figured I kissed him over 10 thousand times."

"So Sirius is quite the good kisser, eh?" Bianca asked, watching

"Not at first," Hermione said, taking a fussy Alexander from Harry, "but I taught him how to kiss, too. The grand romance began and we began to go out, you already know that. I remember when Sirius asked me to live with him. I was in the laundry, doing our laundry. I slept over so many times, I practically lived there. I thought I was alone, so I was talking to myself. Part of me said 'Why hasn't he thought to ask me to move in?' Then my other half was telling, 'maybe he isn't ready. Maybe he doesn't even really love you."

"He could hear you the entire time?" Harry asked, hoisting himself onto the counter.

"Yep, yes he did, Alex, yes he did." Hermione placed Alexander into his bassinet. "Well, he was supposed to be fixing the pipes, but wanted me to fix him sandwich. 'Hermione I wanted to ask you something. I was thinking oh no! He heard me. Hermione Nicole Granger," he went down one knee, and grasped my hand. "I don't know what I would do without you. I get up in the morning knowing I get to see you; I go to sleep at night dreaming of you, and wake up feeling more rested than I ever have. I love the way your hair curls in the rain, I love the way you will dance with me whenever, even if it's in the supermarket. I love how you look in my t-shirts, I love the way you love me no matter what, no matter how much I screw up. So what I'm trying to say is, will you marry me, Hermione?"

"I didn't know what to say. I just looked at him. I know I looked crazy; my hair was frizzy in a messy ponytail and I had flour on my cheeks and my nose. All I could was nod, and started to cry."

"Wow, Sirius must really love you." Hermione shot Harry a look.

"The wedding was nice you remember that, but skipping ahead, to the birth of my twins. Bianca, it was such a terrible and joyous occasion. I was walking in the park with Sirius, talking about names. He wanted Sirius and Serena, but I wanted Alexander and Alicia. We came home and I went to bed early. I slept until about 3 o'clock to go the bathroom because I felt wet. I realized I was in labor."

"Was it painful?"

"Well to tell you the truth I fell asleep, then woke up to find Sirius and the Headmaster over the bed watching me thrash around in my sleep. Dumbledore placed his hand on my enormous belly, and the baby stopped kicking. Sirius and Dumbledore left to be replaced by Madame Pomprey."

"How long were you in labor for?" Bianca slide up onto the counter with Harry, and took a bite of his sandwich.

"I was in labor for about... 72...75 hours because they were twins they couldn't just surgically remove them without affecting their magic. Alicia came first and then Alexander came second, three hours later. They wanted to go in because I was in so much pain, but I decided to let him come out in his own time; I didn't want to rush him, I wanted him to come when he was ready. So Bianca do you still want to have children?"

"Every time I look at these two, but I can't." Bianca looked wistfully at Alexander. Harry who was sitting next to her, hopped off and walked away. He tried not to look at anyone.

"Why? You're healthy aren't you?"

"I can't have children because I was raped by Fudge and the scar tissue because he cut me, made it impossible for my uterus to hold a fetus." Bianca looked out of the window, her arms across her chest.

"Bianca, I'm so sorry."

Hermione went to sleep unable to rest. This baby would be strong, she could feel it. The magic from her little baby was keeping her awake. The doctor told her that the baby decided not to be twins and double its magical ability instead, so the pregnancy would be longer, about eighteen months, but even then it was skeptical; it could be more. The baby could be stubborn just like Alexander and put her in labor then refuse to be pushed. Six months ago, those two wonderful babies came screaming into the world with their father by her side, but now...maybe he wouldn't.

I thought I would end on that. I made the babies six months because I wanted them to be able to play peek-a-boo with Uncle Harry