Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

a/n I am still here, trying to write a little before I must take a break. I will republish a couple stories that were deleted, one is called Second Chances, with a few changes.

Wedding Night

Ginny didn't listen well, she started plotting a campaign to bring Hermione down once Harry went to sleep. As soon as she was able, Ginny sent an anonymous owl to Rita Skeeter, denouncing Hermione of practicing Dark Magic and necromancy. Ginny wanted Hermione to lose her job or be sent to Azkaban. As soon as the owl was sent she started to worry, what if that scary demon should find out what she had done, how could he? She also hoped that Sirius was sent back to wherever he came from.

Sirius couldn't believe he was here, with the witch of his dreams. What if she didn't like being with him? What if he fell short on their marriage bed?

Days before dear Bella pushed him onto the Veil, he had seen the young witch with new eyes. That day he felt like a pervert, he was so aroused that he had entertained the idea of visiting Remus and Tonks; they had offered him to share their bed. Remus, James, and he had experimented somewhat together, but Sirius decided not to go any farther. As for James and Remus, who knew?

After he was inside the Veil, he would go to the viewing rooms. He wanted to look after Harry and Hermione, but he didn't like the Weasley much. Truth be said, he sat to look at her for hours, unless she was with Weasley, it made him uneasy, yet he watched. His dislike for the Weasley grew, the males took after their father, they were alley cats, poor Molly. As for Ginevra, she was the worse of the lot; Harry was an idiot, just like James, who stole Severus' love, whatever.

Back to his bride, he wished he had more experience, but at least he had read much about it. He wanted to feel her body, to be inside her, to make love to her. He had spied on her and wanted to be the one making her cry her pleasure. Sirius was hard as never before; his cock had a life of its own, his breath was coming in spurts, the thought of being inside Hermione was wrecking his mind. She might be feeling awkward, he didn't, he wanted to take her like a caveman would.

She decided for the camisole no leaving much to the imagination. Sirius was waiting for her, she liked the idea. More than liked it, he was incredibly sexy.

"I will get the bath ready," Sirius called her from the bathroom. Kreacher had pop for a second with a bottle of champagne and flutes.

Her bathroom was a Magical-Muggle combination; she heard him whistling after praising it.

Before the bath, while she was getting ready, Hermione told him, "My paternal grandparents are squibs, my parents and uncles have magical talents, ahem, cough, but not strong. There have been many Muggles in our family; as for my father, he is related to Purebloods, not nice ones. I didn't know until three years ago. I just wanted you to know. Just in case you meet them some time."

Hermione sincerely hoped not, or not before she had the guts to tell him. It was her deep dark secret, nobody knew about them, almost nobody, Minerva did. The two of them had a colossal row when Hermione found out that Minerva had been in touch with them. Her mother's family, bless her, most was in hiding, they had reasons, best not to even discuss them, ever. Hermione nearly had a heart attack when her mother confessed who were her mother's relatives; her mother's great-grandfather. The later was to the left of dark.

"Good, come here, I am ready," Sirius called, he sounded strange.

Camellia decided to go to sleep, the humans sounded weird, her Papa had told her to let them be; he had said she was too young for what was coming.

Sirius took his clothes off, and jumped into the sunken tub. He turned the giant shower head on and sighed.

He closed his eyes, "Are you asleep?" He heard Hermione.

Hermione's heart was about to burst, she knew that Sirius was naked inside the tub, he had dimmed the lights and had made a bubble bath, but still. She wanted him, it had been a while.

Sirius opened his eyes and saw her looking down at him. He had been aroused since the moment he saw her. Sirius wanted her didn't begin to describe his feelings. He was having trouble breathing and was ready to pounce on her.

She wore a dark red camisole made of silk lace, it came mid-thigh. She had put her hair up, leaving her shoulders and back bare. She moved next to the tub, picked up a flute, and drank a sip. When Hermione bent, Sirius clearly saw her breasts. The light tan nipples seemed like hard beads. He wanted to put his lips around one. Knowing that she wanted him, was making breathing difficult. He tried to take her right then without preambles. He licked his lips and tried to say something witty, but he was speechless.

Hermione stared at him, he did the same. This wasn't a Sirius she knew, deciding to take the first step, Hermione placed the glass on the tub's edge, and in on fast movement raised her arms, took the camisole off and was about to step in, when Sirius stood up. He had her in his arms before she could blink; his body was warm and slick from the water.

"I am all covered with slime, no cleaning charm will help."

"So?"

Hermione pushed him away but held on to Sirius' hand and step into the tub. Sirius turned her around, so she fell on top of him. Since the tub's bottom was magically cushioned, neither was hurt. Sirius didn't want to give her time to think, he started kissing like her. They kissed as if they were starving for each other. His hand moved across her back.

He wanted to touch her all over; but first, Sirius moved her to line his cock inside her folds, "So good, love, so good."

"Wait," she took the remote and turned the shower off.

Between kisses, Sirius kept telling her, "I love you." His hand moved to her breast, he stopped kissing her and bent his head to catch her nipple with his mouth. With his other hand, he caressed her body. Hermione was no longer shy. She touched him as well, this felt like a dream, but better. His cock pressed between her folds, sliding on and off, making him a little crazy.

He wanted more, but, first, Sirius wanted to run his lips along her body. "Do you want this?" He asked, raising his head from her breast; his eyes were heavy with lust. She moved and went on her knees, to wrap her hand around his aroused sex, making him groan.

"Yes, very much, here touch me here," Hermione took his finger and slid it along her heated sex, making her arch her back. He shook her hand off, to touch her, hissing, his cock twitched in her hand.

"You do, you want me. Do you love me a little?" He asked, moving his index finger around until he slid it inside her warm channel. "I want to be here, badly."

He looked at the large digital clock. He didn't tell her, but they had a short time to seal the union. It had taken too long at Harry's. He realized that they had lost several hours, not sure how, probably a Veil's trick.

"I love you, I am guessing I did since I was a young witch. And yes, I want you, can't you feel it?"

He could feel the flutters inside her. His breath shuddered, kissing her body was no longer what he wanted, he wanted to be inside her.

She looked at him moving his cock between her folds. "Here," Hermione whispered, and his eyes closed while he kissed her. She could see his love and desire, it was like a dream. Ron had never looked at her with such hunger, with so much love.

He turned over again, now he was on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his hips. Sirius quit thinking, he slid slowly inside her, it wasn't as easy as he expected, but feeling the tight, warm hold, he moaned.

She winced, it had been a while, besides he was a lot bigger than Ron. "Am I hurting you?" Sirius asked, touching her face tenderly. He pushed deeper, hoping she wasn't in pain. Tremors of desire ran along his body, it felt too good. The pleasure made him whimper; he knew why, because he loved her. He wished hat he knew how to please her.

His soft touches relaxed her, "It's better," her hands caressed his bum, lowering between his thighs, she touched his bollocks. That did it. His instincts took over, his hand met her fingers.

Hermione knew that this was real love, she moved with him, their hands and mouths all over each other, the water from the tub spilled everywhere.

When he started to move faster, she let go, her entire body clenched with the pleasure, her muscles contracting fast and hard. He felt her climax, holding him tighter, squeezing him; he groaned so loud that Camellia started to bark, from the room, she knew better. "Now, now," he told her, not able to hold out; he felt the pressure, his body arched and then his lips closed over hers as his semen flooded her.

The room turned dark, they heard a nasty, angry scream, then blessed silence, light filled the room, and Sirius felt grounded, the memories behind the Veil were quickly fading.

He kissed her eyes, face, lips, "My wife, you saved me," he was still in her, moving slowly, already hard again.

"You saved me, I was also lost," Hermione answered. "I am exhausted," she looked at the clock, it was nearly 12:00 midnight. "How can that be?"

Sirius answered, "No idea, The Veil, that was the scream, I am back. Let's finish here and go to sleep, I love you, Mrs. Black." He wanted more, he moved a little.

Hermione grinned, "I love you, Mr. Black, yes, let's finish."

News

Hermione and Sirius were asleep when Kreacher knocked. Sirius woke up with his arms wrapped around a naked witch, her long hair caressed his chest. For a moment, he was confused, "Sir, sir, Mrs. Black has visitors, they are knocking."

Hermione opened an eye, "Tell whoever to…wait. Kreacher is opening the door, oh no." She had a bad feeling. The house employees were gone for the weekend.

She jumped out of bed. Sirius leaned on the pillows to admire his wife. She was beautiful, his wife; he was back and alive. He wanted her, what was new. Next time he was going to lick her body from head to toe, oh yes.

Camellia was barking, Hermione pulled her wand and was dressed and ready, she ran out the door. Sirius sighed, "Bloody visitors, we are on our honeymoon. " Sirius also got ready, no wand, it was a perk, but he didn't need it.

Kreacher wasn't around, so Sirius went down to the main drawing-room.

To his surprise there was a witch and wizard clad in very fancy robes, arguing with his wife. They carried several newspapers in their hands.

"You promised you would marry someone suitable this time. Your father owes it to us. Not only you married, but bringing someone from the dead?"

"He owes you nothing, you only sought him because your children died. He is the child of your squib brother sent to be adopted when he was five, did you ever contacted him? Not that he wishes to see him."

"Undo the marriage, we have a suitable husband for you." The haughty witch insisted, "How could you marry a Black, they are crazies."

"Who are them?" Sirius asked, he wore Hermione's father dress trousers and a pullover, with trainers; that was Sirius. They eyed him with contempt. "You two are rude, I have the right to dress however I please at my wife's home."

The couple blushed, they both had been thinking about his choice of clothes.

"Have you heard about the Dagworth-Granger, if so meet two of them in person. And by the way, it would seem Rita Skeeter is outside along with a mob of reporters; how did she find out I married you, or where I live?"

A loud growl that shook the wall, scared the visitors and made the reporters scurry away. Outside it had gone totally black, scaring everyone. "The Nasty Red, she was the one." A rough voice filled the room.