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A Long Night
I was still lying in my bed, leaving the past being past as my thoughts returned to Sirius. My new lover was Sirius Black, incomparable with Cedric and Victor. He was a 36-year-old man, his appearance marked by his past fate. A marauder, a Casanova, a man who had lost his best friends, a man who had been betrayed by a friend, a man who had spent twelve years innocently in prison, a man still alive today and still on the run. Us separated a little more than 21 years, but since yesterday, I had to say, I didn't give a shit. I wouldn't want to change it, to exchange him. When I called Victor a Bad Boy, that was hasty, because he was the harmless version of a real Bad Guy à la Sirius.
Just saying, I was already corrupted/disspated, where would that end? I was aware that our affair was temporary, unfortunately, but I wouldn't enjoy it any less. I just hoped that he wouldn't suddenly feel his morals or find them after all, and would feel horrible to have seduced me, but I just hoped he was too selfish and didn't lie to himself. For that is how I didn't judge him. Though sometimes rash and somewhat ill-advised in his deeds, once he had decided, he stuck to his decision and held on to his fun.
I kept my daily routine as well, but today there was no Sirius in the kitchen when I arrived, apparently our gymnastics had exhausted him so profoundly last night, I thought wickedly, that he still needed rest.
My day went like the previous, very successful but also very tiring. When I arrived for supper, I was very excited and cheerful. Sirius, too, who looked at me with a gleam in his grey eyes. He had obviously no second thoughts or gotten a guilty conscience. He was just a bad boy. When I sat down, I put my leg so that I touched his knee as if by accident. He raised an eyebrow, calculatingly, and looked at me with glittering eyes. It was funny and invigorating to sit in the full kitchen and know that everyone else was ignorant of what was going on between us.
"And Hermione, do you have time for us tonight?" Ron suddenly groused.
"Of course, right after the meal." I took the wind out of his sails, the way he looked at me.
"No, first you come to us, we have to show you something, sorry Ron, doesn't last long either!", Fred and George now said very weightily and rose to leave the room.
"Yeah, well, it's okay. I'll eat quickly, then I'll come right away!" I said to the twins and to Ron: "I will hurry, promise!" and began eating quickly. If they announced it so publicly, they wanted something important from me.
Sirius leaned towards me. "Really?" he whispered very quietly, though that would have been almost unnecessary, thanks to the noisy assembled Weasleys. "No, let me surprise you. At 11 pm I'll tell you more, wait in your room!" He nodded at once. I left soon and quickly scurried to the twins' room. I opened the door, slipped in, and stopped for a second. Fred and George lay together on a bed. George had already lost the top of his mustard yellow pajamas, and Fred's bilious green top was all unbuttoned, revealing his white chest. The colors bit themselves strongly with the rich orange-red of their hair. They didn't mind my arrival and carried on with their activities.
As I took a deep breath in the hallway and tried to cool my heated face, I quickly spoke some protective spells on the door, because if anyone saw them like that, then good luck! Not everyone was as tough and tolerant as I was. Slowly but surely a plan was formed in my head and I would begin to realize it tonight, because since the ball with Alicia and Angelina there was a big kink in the relationship of the twins and it was called Angelina. George's, but above all Fred's jealousy always came up again. The Twins were only to be seen as a team, so I would try to give them what they desired to recognize that they were all they needed.
My eyes now fell on the two candies I held in my hand, so I would keep my drugged butterbeers and try these one. I anxiously made my way to my room.
"There you are, finally, what did the two jesters want from you?" Ginny asked curiously from the bed.
"Nothing special, actually just nonsense... but I got something here, a surprise for you, as an excuse that I had so little time in the last few days," I opened the closet and took out three unprepared bottles of butterbeer.
"That's really decent of you, Hermione," Ron praised generously and Ginny cheered happily. I pressed a beer into each of their hands and said cheers, we all drank. We made ourselves comfortable on one of the beds and I put the two sweets on the bedspread, acting casually.
"What are these?" Ron questioned at once.
"Oh, I've found them before, muggle sweets!" I explained indifferently.
"What, cool and what do they taste like?" Ron's reply was pointedly neutral.
"Delicious, it's really something different than the magical stuff," I said luringly and was rewarded with two interested faces.
"Do you to want to try?" I questioned quietly.
"But these are your last ones," said Ginny kindly and refused bravely.
"Yes, but I can always get new ones and I know how they taste," I continued.
"Then gladly!" both said, and the sweets already disappeared in their mouths. The effect occurred almost instantly, both of them got glassy eyes and swayed alarmingly. This wasn't as planned. I thought the two Red Devils would still have to do a bit of fine tuning, because the effect should've been delayed, but tonight I wouldn't enter their room voluntarily, that was for sure. Now I drew my wand with a sigh, dared to do my first 'obliviate', to make them forget this, gave them the memory of a playful evening, and left Ron and Ginny in their beds before their eyes finally closed and they dived into their dreams. I rubbed my hands, that had gone better than expected, I silently congratulated myself. Was I evil, if I handled my friends like this?
Yes, I thought I was. I tried to be as honest as I could to myself, even if I didn't like this summary. Actually, my books would've been waiting for me now, since one or two pieces of research still had to be done, but first I had to go to Sirius. Because of our second night I generously neglected my schedule. I needed some fun, too, and the Twins had fired me up dangerously. I sneaked up the last few steps to Sirius's room, anxious to avoid unnecessary noise.
The door was hard to miss, as a name plate was attached to it. At the opposite door was the name of his deceased brother Regulus. I didn't knock, why should I, he was waiting for me. I wore nothing but my short lilac summer nightshirt. I slipped inside quickly. Sirius lied on his broad, carved, wooden bed and read a Quidditch book. The faded silver-gray silk wallpaper and the heavy velvet curtains beside the windows would have given the whole room, in spite of the neglect, a noble atmosphere, were there not the flags in Gryffindor red-gold and the muggle images of naked women and motorcycles, glued on the walls with permanent sticking charms.
Well, Sirius couldn't deny his Black ancestry. Apparently this family loved to hex things to walls for eternity. I almost broke into laughter because it was too funny. Maybe the old Mrs. Black stole the idea for her painting from Sirius?
"Finally, I thought you weren't going to come anymore," he exclaimed happily, but also very impatiently, and threw away the book into a corner. "Impatient?" I moved on into the room.
"That was wonderful, the last time something like that happened was years ago..." he supplied, hoarse and breathless.
"I also found it very satisfying," I breathed, indeed very satisfied, and lay down beside him. I looked at him from the side, and I felt completely well. My right hand lay on his belly and stroked playfully up to his chest to caress his tattoos dreamily.
"Are you going to tell me now what you've done beforehand?" he asked curious, turning his face to me. "What did the twins want from you and how did you escape the others?"
"The twins, well, they wanted to give me something. They're friends," I explained as I stroked him.
"Better than Harry and Ron?" he shot back at once.
"Yes and no - not better than Harry, different, but better than Ron, yes. Let's say Harry is closer to my heart, but the twins are closer to my secrets," I tried to explain sincerely the different friendships.
"You trust them more than Harry?" His grey eyes grew wide, disbelieving.
"Yes!"
"Why... I don't understand, I thought Harry was your best friend?" he asked, completely bewildered and looking at me suspicious. I looked up at him, too.
"And he's my best friend, but he would..." and I pointed to our bed, "not approve of the things I do," I said seriously.
"But the twins, as you call them, do? Approve of this, here?" He asked skeptically, repeating my gesture between us.
"Yes!" I wouldn't say more, as that didn't concern him.
"You won't tell me more, will you?" he asked.
"You know me too well, Casanova!" I whispered softly and kissed him lightly on his closed lips.
"I have to go, sleep well!" I sat up and stretched myself, satisfied.
"Already? Why? I thought that was the first round ...", he pouted immediately, as only guys could and I laughed out loud.
"I'm not putting off my work just because we're fucking now and you're insatiable. I have almost an hour and a half before I have to go to bed," I explained strictly, but I meant everything I said. Now he showed me his teeth: "I know a way to use this time differently ...", it came from him auspiciously.
"I can tell, but I'll stick to it!" I decided. I rose, cleansed myself, smoothed my nightshirt, and tied my hair together. After a last look at my destroyed panties, I blew him a kiss and disappeared. In my nightshirt, I crept through the sleeping house.
Standing in front of my books, I thought about what I needed to realize my idea, as it wasn't just about the desire of the twins. No, I would be able to connect it perfectly to one of my plans, because I loved it when everything was so intertwined. Ah, I already had the desired information.
Now I knew how it would work, but on what or where could I use the curse to be able to use it again and again? Hmm ... I had to think and slouched into my chair in front of the cozy fire, a feather thoughtful in my mouth. What did I have to do and take into account in my plan? I worked on it through the night... the next time I spoke the Tempus, I was shocked, three o'clock! That would be a short night, but I could be satisfied because everything stood. I just had to implement it and I would approach that tomorrow.
