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Chapter 17

Hermione awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through the window. Sleepily, she rolled over, bumping into Sirius. He jerked away mid-snore, bolting up right.

"What? What is it?" he asked, looking around wildly.

Hermione couldn't contain her laugh. Sirius's gaze turned to her, realizing where he was. He relaxed, stretching his arms upwards. "What's so funny?" he asked when he noticed Hermione continued to smile.

"Your black eye is looking much better." Hermione watched as his cheeks turned light pink. She did her best to keep a straight face. "I had no idea you were so cute in the morning."

"I am not cute," Sirius growled, wrapping his arms around Hermione and pulling her down onto the bed with him. Hermione let out a squeal of delight, secretly enjoying the tightening of his arms around her. He nuzzled her neck with his nose. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, watching her reaction carefully.

"Wonderful," Hermione answered honestly. "Sore, but a wonderful sore." She looked into his grey eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "If that makes any sense to you at all."

Sirius gave her cheek a light kiss. "I'm glad you're all right."

"Last night was wonderful," Hermione admitted. Peering up at Sirius with wide eyes, she asked, "May I?"

Sirius scrunched his eyes up in confusion. "May you what?"

Hermione's hand was suddenly on his erection. He had tried to move away so she wouldn't notice it, but it seemed it was to no avail. As her hand gently slid up and down the shaft, Sirius's eyes fluttered closed. She watched as his lips parted and his breath hitched. The feel of him beneath her hand was unlike anything she had ever imagined. She wondered what he tasted like. Would he be salty? Musky? She salivated a bit at the thought. There was only one way to find out.

Moving herself down the bed, she tried to find a comfortable position.

Sirius's eyes jolted open when he felt her hot breath on him. He gasped for breath as she took him into her mouth. She slowly swirled her tongue around his head and it felt amazing.

"Hermione," he gasped. "You don't have to do that."

She pulled away and smiled at him. "I know. I want to do it." She took him into her mouth once more, one of her hands coming up to grip the base of his cock. She truly had no idea what she was doing, but the moans Sirius was making showed her that she must have been doing something right. She had read a few books in the past, but none of them had even come close to the real thing. Being able to render Sirius so relaxed and passionate was an incredible turn on.

Hermione drew him deeper into her mouth. Sirius tangled his hands into her hair, a growl escaping his lips. Encouraged by his sounds, Hermione quickened her movements, bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, Hermione, I'm going to—" Sirius began, cutting off when a moan escaped his lips. He felt himself come with a force he had not experience in quite some time. To his astonishment, Hermione swallowed every bit of his load.

She released him from her mouth with a small pop and pulled away. She gave him a shy grin as she moved herself back up the bed. "Was that all right?"

"All right?" Sirius arched his brow at her. He shook his head, grinning. After catching his breath, he gently took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. "Hermione that was the best blowjob I've ever had."

Her cheeks turned light pink. "Really? It was that good?"

"Better than good," he responded. "It was perfect. Now, why don't you let me return the favor?" He maneuvered himself so he was now hovering over her. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her gently. He could taste himself in her mouth, but the idea didn't disgust him. In fact, it turned him on even more.

Hermione giggled, pushing at his shoulders. "Sirius, as much as I would love a repeat of last night, you did promise me that we could sightsee before heading back to Hogwarts tonight."

Sirius sighed, but nodded. "I did promise you that, and I am certainly a man of my word." He rolled off her and stood up from the bed. "Why don't you use the shower and get ready? I'll pop down and grab us some breakfast."

"That sounds wonderful," Hermione said. "Thank you." Getting up, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "See you soon, Sirius." She disappeared into the bathroom.

Hermione finished getting ready. She pulled her hair back into a low bun and was now wearing a light pink sundress. Despite her attempts not to think about him, her thoughts kept drifting towards Sirius.

She sighed, shaking her head. Everything had changed so much in the past twenty-four hours. She was a married woman now, and it frightened her. But the thing that frightened her the most was her feelings.

Hermione was friends with Sirius, and that was all. They had always joked around together, and he always made her laugh. But now, when she thought of him, her insides squirmed. Everything had changed, and she now saw him in a new light. A romantic light.

Closing her eyes, she finished getting ready. It wouldn't do to start dwelling on her feelings. She was starting to fall in love with Sirius, and that was perfectly normal. Most wives love their husbands, so why should she be any different?

Because you didn't marry for love, her traitorous mind whispered.

Huffing, Hermione knew it was true. She felt a bit upset over it. Confused, too. Was it wrong for her to care for Sirius? Would people look down on her?

She didn't think they would. She was entitled to her own feelings, wasn't she? There was nothing wrong with her falling for Sirius.

So then why did it bother her so much? Hermione shook her head once more. "Get a grip, Hermione," she whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, she exited the bathroom.

"Hello," Sirius greeted her when he saw her. His eyes widened when he took in her appearance. "You look lovely, Hermione."

Hermione blushed. "Thank you." She moved to take a seat at the small table. "What did you bring for breakfast? I'm starved."

"I got a few things because I wasn't really sure what you would like. There's coffee, tea, and orange juice to drink. For food, there's toast and jam, croissants, and some fruit."

Hermione's stomach growled. "Looks delicious," she said with a grin. Grabbing a banana, she peeled and ate it. She then had some toast and blackberry jam.

Sirius drank his coffee, watching Hermione as she ate. She did everything with precision. His eyes dropped to her collar, where he glanced at the small amount of cleavage visible. His cock twitched in his trousers and he quickly looked away.

"So, Hermione, what would you like to do first?" Sirius asked her.

Hermione shrugged. "I'm not really sure. What would you like to do?"

"Well, we could walk along the Seine River. I know there's an area that sells art and other things."

"Like a riverside market?" Hermione asked, an excited look on her face.

He nodded. "Yeah, like a little market. We could go there."

"That sounds lovely," Hermione said. "Why don't we do that first? I can pick up a few gifts for people."

"Gifts?" Sirius asked, momentarily confused. Why did she need gifts?

Hermione looked at him in disbelief. "As a thank you to everyone who helped with our wedding. It was short notice, but a lot of people really helped. I'd like to thank them properly."

"Oh, of course," Sirius mumbled, momentarily embarrassed. For all his manners, he seemed to have forgotten that small detail. "We'll pick up some gifts for everyone."

The two of them finished breakfast before heading out of the hotel. As they walked, Hermione was tempted to reach out and hold Sirius's hand. She resisted, however, unsure of how he would take the action.

Sirius glanced at her, somehow sensing her conflicting emotions. "What is it, Hermione?" he asked.

She blushed, mumbling, "Nothing."

"It's not nothing," he replied. He stopped walking to look at her fully. "What's the matter?"

Hermione glanced up at him. Aware that her face was probably bright red, she decided to ask him anyways. "May I hold your hand?"

His brows flew up to his hairline. "You want to hold my hand?" She nodded. "And that's what has you so worked up right now?" She nodded once more. "All right then," he said, offering her his hand.

"Really? You don't mind?" she asked in a small voice.

"Of course I don't mind," Sirius responded. "As strange as it is, you're my wife. We need to adjust to it, at least I certainly do, and the way I see it, is holding your hand may be a good way to do it."

"It's really all right?" Hermione asked once more, wanting to be sure of his feelings.

"Yes, Hermione, really," he responded, taking her hand. He squeezed it tightly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Hermione sighed. "Everyone's going to know, aren't they?" The couple resumed walking down the street.

"Yeah, they will," Sirius said with a frown. "Our marriage will be announced in the paper."

"How awful," she murmured. "Not people finding out," she added hurriedly, "But that the Daily Prophet continues to post people's private business on the front page. It's rude, and the things that Skeeter writes are just ghastly."

"I agree," Sirius said, nodding. "Rita was always… Well, she was a gossip. She was always hanging around my cousin, Bellatrix. She was always going out of her way to cause trouble."

"Seems that never changed," Hermione said with a dry laugh. "I wonder if she ever registered as an Animagus."

"She's one?"

Hermione nodded. "A beetle! I kept her held captive in a jar for quite some time."

Sirius glanced at her, a smirk on his face. "That's quite manipulative of you, Hermione. I had no idea you had some Slytherin tendencies."

"Don't get on my bad side, darling husband, and you'll never see these tendencies yourself," Hermione said, grinning at him.

Sirius let out a laugh. "Too funny, Hermione," he murmured. His facial expression sobered moments later. "If the Malfoy boy tries anything, you must inform me, or someone else, immediately. I don't trust him at all."

"I don't trust him either," Hermione replied. "He's a git, and I wouldn't put it past him to try something. I can only imagine how furious he'll be when he finds out I've married you."

"Which is why you need to be careful, Hermione," Sirius said. "Always tell someone where you're going, just in case. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Hermione gave him a reassuring smile. "Nothing will happen, Sirius, I promise. Now come on, why don't we take a look around?"

The two perused the items available. In the end, Hermione picked up a handful of trinkets. She bought both Ginny and her mother some perfume. Harry and Ron both got some French chocolates. For Remus and Tonks, they bought some colorful macarons, while the Headmaster would get some candies. She bought a beret for her father, and for Professor McGonagall, she bought a rare copy of Les Misérables. Hermione also bought some tea, candles, and a painting.

When they were finished, Sirius asked her what she wanted to do next. Hermione decided they should go to the Louvre. They spent the rest of the day looking at art and enjoying each other's company.