This chapter contains smut!
Hermione remembered that she only had the floo open for a short while, and had assumed it had already been about 45 minutes. The connection would shut off soon and was getting a bit restless just sitting around talking. There were things left to be done and she wanted to focus her attention on those things. To be honest, I just need to find something productive to do, to take my mind off all of this mess that I have single-handedly just created.
She looked at all of the wizards and began to lay out her plan.
"Shall we continue this conversation elsewhere? I somewhat told Harry that I would come over for dinner with him and his family, so do you think it would be okay to go there? Besides, Sirius, you can see Harry and James, and Gideon and Fabian can meet their niece, Ginny. They're living at Grimmauld place now."
Sirius looked surprised at this and suddenly became excited. A small part of him was glad that his dreary old house was being brought back to life with Harry and his family. That house had seen too much darkness, it was time for some light to finally be restored. The two twins seemed to have their interest piqued too. The prospect of meeting someone that they were related to gave them an immense feeling of happiness.
Hermione looked at the rest of the men who all had displeased faces at the idea of going to the house, and decided she would need to speak with them separately. Sometimes things just didn't work out for everyone, and she couldn't leave these four behind.
"Let's go upstairs so I can floo call them, just to give a forewarning. Yeah?" Only the exited pair of three nodded at her proposal, and Hermione let out a sigh.
"You four," she said as she pointed at Regulus, Antonin, Rabastan, and Evan. "Stay down here, okay? I will talk to you guys alone so we can come up with another place for you to go. Believe it or not, I respect all of your feelings, and I can see that you would rather return to the dead, literally , than go to Harry Potter's house. Sirius, Gideon, and Fabian: follow me upstairs and we'll speak with Harry." The men nodded and followed her up the stairs like lost puppies. The thought of Sirius as a teeny, black puppy, stumbling up the concrete steps in front of two identical orange furred puppies, made her laugh a little to herself.
The four of them made it to the fireplace and Hermione bellowed for Harry and Ginny into the floo. All at once, Ginny's voice permeated throughout the room.
"Hey, Hermione, what's up?"
Hermione decided to get straight to the point. Dragging this out would only make it worse. "Ginny get Harry for me. It's urgent okay? I need to tell you both some things. Hurry."
She could overhear Ginny shouting for her husband, and then the sound of him running quickly down the stairs.
"Harry, are you there? I really need to speak with you." Hermione questioned.
Harry suddenly replied, a tad breathless. "Yeah 'Mione, I'm here. Now, what's wrong? Have you finished everything up?"
Hermione glanced warily at the three men settled next to her and responded with a sigh.
"Harry, I'm going to tell you some things right now, and I need you not to go barmy. Ginny, I need you to make sure that Harry doesn't do anything rash. Both of you, what I am about to tell you must not be repeated until I say so. Okay? Okay." Hermione couldn't believe that she was having this conversation right now. This should be an interesting little chat… Just go quick and be done. You're Hermione fucking Granger, you can do this.
"So... Long story short, I had a bit of a tumble down the stairs on my way to the basement. I hit my head on the concrete and started bleeding. You see...The trouble, is that some of the blood got onto the boxes. Unfortunately, I had passed out from the fall, so I didn't realize that my blood had even touched the boxes. I only found that out, when I woke up to Sirius Black holding me, trying to get me to come to. Now listen, Harry... Do not freak out. I am not lying to you; I have opened all five of the boxes. I am sending three of the wizards over right now. Don't you dare harm them, Harry. You too, Ginny. I know how you both are. You're impulsive and constantly on guard, but you need to trust me when I say that they are not going to do anything to hurt you. They are your friends, just as much as I am." Hermione hoped that they would both listen to what she was saying. She would not tolerate these wizards being harmed, and she didn't quite fancy hexing her best friends.
Finally, she had gotten to the part that she knew Harry would go bonkers over. "Listen, I cannot come over with them. I need to stay with the four other wizards that are currently residing in the basement. These wizards, they cannot harm me Harry. So, don't you dare try and come over to 'protect me.' I can take care of myself, okay? You may tell the three that I send over what you wish, about the war and everything since. Harry, do not utter a single word about R.A.B., okay? I will settle that out later. Now, I need to go. I love you both, and please, for the love of Merlin, listen to what I have told you. And do not piss me off. "
After she had growled out these concluding words, Hermione nodded to herself and quickly looked over to the three wizards, and beckoned for them to go into the floo. Gideon and Fabian went first, and Sirius went last. Before the rugged wizard had moved towards the floo, he called out Hermione's name.
"Hermione, listen. I will see you soon alright? I'm not going to leave you; none of us are. I know you don't want to hear this, but, please be careful, Princess."
Sirius sauntered up to Hermione and grabbed her face with both hands. He had a smirk on his face, though a smidge of anxiety showed as well.
"Also, I apologize in advance for what I am about to do."
As soon as he said that, he guided his face down towards her own. Quickly, he gave her a meager peck on her lips and moved to walk away. Before he could go, Hermione seized his hand. "Sirius, we will need to talk about this later, you know that right?" He nodded gingerly at her and then she did something unexpected.
Hermione had clutched Sirius by the neck of his worn out leather jacket, and tugged him down to her. Gently, she raised up onto her toes and laid her forehead against his, just like she did with Regulus. This time though, she angled her head slightly and moved gradually, settling her lips over his. Hermione wanted there to be anticipation, so she pulled back a little bit and looked him in the eyes. She caressed his face and drifted forward one last time. Sirius responded in full, and as soon as their lips touched, it was like a switch had been flipped as he wrapped his arm firmly around her waist. His hand reached up to card his fingers through her curly hair. His tongue fought with hers until she finally gave in and let him take control.
His hands felt like fire on her skin. The fingers that he had on her waist were tightening so intensely; she expected them to leave marks. He devoured her like a starving man, and she couldn't help but to respond back just as roughly.
He pushed her up against the wall next to the floo, and gripped one of her legs, tugging it up to sling it around his waist. She tightened her leg around him and sighed as her core rolled against his. Sirius broke the kiss after she did this, and began to trail his lips down her neck. He was breathing heavily as he did this, and she could feel his hot breath blowing against her sensitive skin. Her body shook with a shiver. Then he dragged his kisses back up towards her ear that was hidden behind her tousled hair. He lightly tugged on her ear lobe with his teeth, as he began to whisper to her.
"Gods, I want you so bad, Princess."
She moaned at his words and rubbed her core against the hardening bulge that was forming in his pants. Sirius sneered as he felt her body responding to his.
"Do you feel that Hermione?" He asked as he pushed his hard-on right onto her clothed heat.
"Sirius..." Hermione whined his name into his shoulder, and he panted as he heard his name falling from her delicate mouth. He reveled at the sound. He could feel her fingers grip onto his wavy hair everytime he would grind his body against hers.
"Can you feel how hard you make me, Princess? I can feel your body moving against mine. You want me too, don't you?"
Hermione panted at this and nodded her head enthusiastically. Her hair was reverting back to its frizzy state that it had once been when she was still at Hogwarts. The heat that she and Sirius shared between their bodies was rolling off in waves.
"Yes, I want you, Sirius...Please…Fuck, please don't stop." She was still grinding against his heat, as he thrust against her. He was breathing fiercely as he purred into her ear.
"I could take you right here, against this wall. You'd like it, wouldn't you, Princess? It would be so easy, you know. All I'd have to do is push aside your knickers, and I bet you'd already be wet and ready for me. Fuck, Princess… Are you wet right now, baby? I bet you're dripping, aren't you? I'd fuck you so hard. I've wanted you ever since you woke up in my arms… And when you went and hugged Reggie... I could tell that a little part of him wanted you just as much as I did. Did you want him, too? Would you have let him touch you like I am right now?"
Sirius moaned as the head of his restrained cock thrusted right up against her through the layers of fabric that separated them. His eyes clenched shut, and all he could hear were the sounds that Hermione was making from feeling his body rub so roughly against hers. She was a moaning mess against him, and he groaned at the control that he had over her pliant body. She nipped softly at the juncture between his neck and shoulder, and Sirius couldn't take it much longer. He wanted to strip her of her bulky robes and shag her right against the wall. But he couldn't. He knew that this would have to be enough, for now.
He grasped Hermione's arse in both of his hands and squeezed roughly. She bucked hard against him, and he had to press her even more firmly against the wall, so that she wouldn't collapse onto the floor in her pleasure induced daze. She was hanging onto him by his neck, and the feeling of her full and supple body was addicting. He could feel himself twitch in his trousers and he knew he was about to cum.
Hermione wasn't far behind him.
Just before Sirius had lost it all, he raised his face, prodding hers out of his shoulder. They looked fixedly at each other and Sirius couldn't turn away from the vision in front of him. Hermione's cheeks were flushed red, and her lips were swollen from the snogging that they had done before. He watched intensely as her full chest brushed against his with each hasty breath that she exerted. Her mouth was agape, and she had unwrapped her arms from around his neck and pressed her hands against the sides of his face. He stared intensely into her hazel eyes as he huffed out his next question.
"Did you want us both, Princess?"
He watched her eyes widen before they were tightly clenched shut as she squeaked out, "Yes! Yes... I wanted both of you! Sirius, I'm so close... Please."
Sirius couldn't take it any longer. They both locked eyes again, as his hips stuttered and he thrust hard one last time before her mouth opened even wider, and she bit down hard on his shoulder. He groaned deeply into her ear and felt his cock pulsing in his pants.
Shite…. Sirius began thinking to himself. What has this witch done to me?! I just came in pants like a bloody 5th year…
They were panting against each other as he let go of her leg that was wrapped around his hip. Sirius looked embarrassed and he wouldn't make eye contact with her. Hermione tugged his hair to get him to look up at her, and kissed him when he finally did. He sighed into the kiss and pulled back. Sheepishly, he looked at her and gestured towards his pants.
"Could you help me out here, Princess?" He winked at her when he saw her let out a huff and blushed. This made Sirius laugh, and he kissed her again in thanks after she cast a Scgourify on both him and her.
Sirius turned around before he had stepped into the floo. "I'll see you soon, right?" He asked her as he grabbed a handful of floo powder.
"Yeah, Pads. I'll see you soon." She smiled and bit her bottom lip as she watched him disappear through the green flames, with a dopey grin on his face.
Sirius exited the floo into Grimmauld Place, still holding the ridiculous smile on his face. He couldn't believe that he was here, alive, and had just shared that intimate moment with Hermione.
Before he had experienced he had died, he was more than aware that there was something special about the little witch. Of course, she was so young at the time, that he didn't fantasize about her sexually. But, he knew that she was so incredibly intelligent. She was kind but fierce. She was courageous.
And, not to mention, she was fiercely loyal to his godson. She was always there for Harry, and she even saved Sirius himself with her brilliant mind. She was powerful, and that was enticing.
Sirius knew that other people did not consider him the type of wizard to settle down, get married, and have a family; but, he did want those things. Not as early as Lily and James had, but later on down the timeline. That time was now, he supposed. He was older now, and he was being given a second chance. Sirius began to picture himself with Hermione; as husband and wife, with children for the both of them to care for, together. He knew he was getting ahead of himself already, but he couldn't shake the idea.
She was… Special. Hermione Granger was special.
After Hermione was sure that the four wizards in the basement wouldn't be able to tell what had just happened upstairs between her and Sirius, she opened the door as she began to carefully walk down. She watched as Rabastan and Dolohov were speaking to each other, while Regulus and Evan sat quietly. As she came down the stairs, they all looked towards her.
Rabastan had an unreadable expression on. Dolohov was stuck between a sneer and a smirk. Regulus looked nervous; his hands clenching multiple times. Evan just seemed curious.
She walked over so that she was sat between Evan and Regulus. This was her safest bet. She didn't think anything amiss would happen, especially if she was sat between these two.
Part of the reason was also that she felt a need to be closer to the youngest wizard. There was something about Regulus that she felt drawn to. She didn't know if it was because she knew what he had done during the first war, or if she just felt like he needed some extra attention.
She quickly took the younger's hand and held it between both of hers. He seemed reluctant to let her continue, but ultimately gave up the mental fight, and let her comfort him. She looked at Evan and gave him a nod, and he slightly returned it. Finally, she looked at Rabastan and Antonin as they ceased conversation with each other. She took this as her cue to start.
"I know you all would rather be doing something else, but I'm thankful that you have not tried to cause any trouble by leaving or fighting. So, I'm sure you all can tell, but I don't quite know how to handle this situation, yet. I do not have a place large enough for all of you to stay. Even here, there are only three rooms. I own a small flat, which could hold two people at most."
She bit her lip as she debated whether she should say what she was thinking or not. She sighed and gave in. "I am reluctant to let you all leave on your own and for all of us to separate. I don't know how other people will take the news, and I don't want anyone to get hurt." Hermione trailed off as she thought of what to say next.
She was rubbing the top of Regulus' hand with her thumb, as she spoke again. "First, I would like if any of you could tell me what you know about these boxes. Lucius said it had happened once, and he said that the witch and wizard developed a bond with each other. His assumption was a soul bond. I don't know what any sort of bond would feel like or look like, so I was hoping any of you could give me some more information about this whole thing in general." The four men looked at her and seemed to be mentally debating on what they should do.
Finally, Rabastan spoke up. "What Lucius told you, is true. All of us share a soul bond with you. Meaning, we are technically married, you could say. We cannot be with other women, except you. If it were to happen, the bond would hurt each person who holds the bond. For example, if the eldest Black decided to go off on one of his escapades with another witch, both you and him would feel pain. Unfortunately, the bond must be consummated within two weeks. Why that preposterous time range was picked, who knows. When the consummation 'rituals' have finished, there will be some… 'New' things that will happen. You will be able to feel the other's magic and emotions. But, if the bond is not consummated, it will begin to break, and it will essentially kill all of us, including you."
Hermione nodded in shock at his blunt explanation, and looked at all of them in the eye, before asking a question she never thought she would ask.
"Are you all willing to do it? To have sex, with me."
She felt Regulus squeeze her hand as she asked this, and she pressed him back in assurance.
Evan seemed to nod his head slowly, and reluctantly. Then, he muttered out a quiet confirmation. "Yes." She nodded at him and smiled in thanks.
She looked at Regulus who blushed a little and stuttered out, "Y-yes."
Dolohov laughed at this and Hermione's eyes flashed in irritation. "Of course you would, little Black. Your display earlier clearly showed all of us your feelings towards the mudblood."
Regulus stiffened next to her, and her anger began to spike. Why does it always seem to do that when I am dealing with him, specifically? Why does he have to be such a pain in the arse?
Rabastan chuckled along with Dolohov, and Hermione raised her brow at both of them.
Rabastan saw this and glared at her. "You think you are worthy of the privilege of sleeping with a pureblood? With someone from 'The Sacred 28?' You are nothing but a mudblood. You are not of any significance, and you certainly aren't pureblood material." He scoffed at her.
She sneered at him and responded. "I never claimed to be. You think I have any more choice in this matter than you do? You think, that even though I am powerful enough to open not only one, but FIVE boxes, that I am beneath you? I am aware that nothing I do will ever make me good enough. You and your pureblood friends have let me know this from the moment I entered the wizarding world. Do you take me for a fool?"
Hermione quickly muttered under her breath to Regulus, "Forgive me for this." Deftly, she let go of his hand and stood up with determination.
Her eyes were cold when they shot towards Rabastan, and her voice was condescending, as she smirked at him. "I helped kill your precious Dark Lord, Rabastan. I broke into your very own vault at Gringotts, and stole the Horcrux hidden inside. I am the one who did it. I disguised myself as your darling 'Bella' and broke into your vault. I took the Horcrux, and burst out of the bank on the back of the very dragon who protected it."
Rabastan's eyes turned fiery as she revealed to him what she had done. Still, keeping the smirk prominent on her face, she moved on to Dolohov next.
"Antonin, I survived your curse. Remember that? A little school girl was able to survive a curse that you crafted with your very own hands , which I must admit was impressive." He smirked at the compliment, but then she turned it right back on him.
"Tell me, Dorogoy , how many purebloods have you used the very same spell on? How many followers did your almighty Lord order for you to kill? I bet you wouldn't hesitate for a second to do it, would you? I watched your comrades die , you fools. I killed some myself." Hermione spat this to both men. She noticed Antonin's breath start to pick up.
Fascinating... Let's see if we can get him to breathe a little harder, shall we?
She continued her speech, almost sounding as deranged as Bellatrix. "Have you seen the scar left from your curse, Antonin? It is the largest one on my whole body, and it was given to me by none other than you . I bear your mark, Antonin Dolohov. I am the only one who is still breathing that bears it. Does that make you feel powerful? That someone lived? That I, lived? If I were not here, would you still feel powerful, Antonin? No one can make you feel like this, can they?"
She saw his breath hitch, and decided she would prove her point right here and now. His left hand was clutching the armrest, and she walked over to it and ran her fingers over his tense hand.
"Antonin, remember when you followed me into that cafe, and we dueled? And I hit you with a Petrificus Totalus? You and Rowle laid there on the ground, unconscious, as I leaned over your body and obliviated you. Did you know this? I, the filthy mudblood, was able to erase your memory. And it worked, didn't it? You don't remember a thing, do you?" She said this is a low voice.
Her fingers ran farther over his hand and trailed up his forearm. She outlined the dark mark that lay faded against his tanned skin with the tips of her fingers. Her other hand went to rest against his face, as she leaned forward, over his rigid body. Then, she straddled his lap, with one knee laying on each side of him. He was sitting so close to Rabastan, that almost half of her leg was resting against the other wizard's leg, too. She snatched Dolohov's hand and placed it at the bottom of her shirt that had lay underneath her robes. Slowly, she drew his hand inside the fabric and dragged his fingers along the slightly raised scar, that went from her right hip, all the way to the diagonal collarbone. She watched his eyes flash as his fingers caught on the middle of her bra. She smirked and continued to guide his hand, not letting him linger where he obviously wanted to stay.
She leaned her head forward so that their noses barely touched, and her one hand scratched against the stubble that was on his right cheek. "This is yours , Antonin. You did this." She breathed out, as she trailed his hand back down the scar, settling it on her bare hip. She pressed herself down onto his lap, and she could feel the outline of his dick that was trapped against his trousers. Hermione wiggled around on him, rubbing her arse against him in torturously slow circles. Then she finally spoke.
"Antonin, what about that time at the Department of Mysteries? Do you remember me struggling to get away from you once you finally caught me, my back against the front of your chest? Do you remember when you grabbed me by my hair and bared my neck, with your wand pressing up against it?"
She watched as his eyes fluttered for a second, and his breath came out in pants that sounded ten times as loud, throughout the silent room. The hand that was on her hip had been clutching her tightly, controlling her hips as they rolled back and forth over his erection. She took his other hand and brought it up to her hair, signaling for him to grip it tight and pull it, as he had once done in the Department of Mysteries. Playing along, he yanked her hair, efficiently baring her neck towards his face. She let out a small whimper as he did this, and it worked like a charm. Antonin let out a growl and buried his face into her neck. She could feel his nose as he breathed in her scent.
"Tell me, how did it feel, Antonin? To have me at your mercy? How did you feel? Did I make you feel powerful?" He growled again and began licking her neck, sucking in some places while biting hard in others. She had one hand in his hair; her eyes clenched shut as he began to kiss her lower.
She opened her eyes and looked at Rabastan, who was sitting right next to the scene as if he had a front-row spot to a film. Her eyes burned into his and she grabbed one of his hands with her free one and brought his fingers to her mouth. Slowly she licked each finger and stared deep into his eyes as she did it. He looked almost as affected as Antonin was.
Dolohov was currently trailing his kisses as low as he could get them, even lifting her up so he could lick over her scar, entirely. Hermione quickly turned her head back towards Antonin and whispered into his ear. " Podnimite yego , Antonin. " (Lift it up, Antonin) Deftly, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it as far as he could get, baring her black satin bra to his face. Now, he could see the whole scar completely. He looked at it hungrily and went back to kissing it.
Then she turned to look back at Rabastan and saw his eyes darken even more than before, and his breathing became shallow. Not once taking her eyes off of him, she lifted her own hand to her mouth, and licked it thoroughly, covering the hand in her own saliva. Then, she moved her hand towards Rabastan and whispered for him to take it. Finally, he took her hand, and she looked at him with a desperate look. "Show me how to touch you, Lord Lestrange. Please."
His eyes flashed again, and his grip on her hand tightened. She knew calling him 'Lord' would break him from his stubbornness.
Just like Malfoy.
Rabastan unbuttoned his trousers frantically and guided her hand inside. Her eyes closed as her hand was gripped around his hard cock; feeling his burning skin that was as soft as velvet. He guided her hand up to the tip of his cock and dipped one of her small fingers into the wetness that was seeping out of the head. He then brought her finger to her mouth and commanded her to lick it off.
"Does it taste good, little girl?" He asked her in a hard voice.
Hermione smirked and looked right into her eyes as she replied. "Perfect, my Lord." He groaned and brought her hand back to wrap her fingers around his heat.
She yelped and tightened her grip on Rabastan, even more, when Antonin had pulled down the cup to her bra and bit at the hardened tips of her nipples. She moaned as she watched him continue to feast on her breasts. She turned her head and watched Rabastan fight to keep his eyes open, but he let his head fall back and his eyes shut as he finally gave in to the pleasure.
She gasped as she felt her knickers being removed, and felt her hot flesh against his. She hadn't even noticed that Dolohov had unbuckled his trousers and had slipped out his cock. Now, he had her hot pussy sliding over his erection. He hissed when her pussy had parted to bury the head of his dick in between her warm folds. She groaned and began to rub back and forth on his cock. End it, Hermione. Finish this.
"Do you want me, Antonin?" Hermione whispered to him.
"Fuck, you know I want you, myshka. " He snarled at her.
She quickly turned her head to Rabastan and started speeding up her hand movements, tightening her fist as she circled around the head of his dick.
"Do you want me Rabastan?" She whispered even more desperately to him. He clenched his jaw and nodded his head as his hips thrust into her hand.
"Yes. Yes, I want you."
Finally hearing both of their affirmations, Hermione smirked and tipped her head back, as she let out a giggle. She stopped all movements and stood up from Antonin's lap. She tugged up her knickers, and fixed her clothes back to their original state on her body. It all happened so fast, neither of the men knew what to do.
"Think about that, the next time you both decide that I am worthless." Hermione snarked at them. She grabbed each of their hands and placed a wet kiss in the middle of each palm. Then, she winked at them both. "There, for tonight. When you finish yourself off, you can pretend it was me. Maybe, if you both change your piss poor attitudes, it will be me next time."
With that, she walked over to sit again in between Regulus and Evan. Regulus refused to make eye contact with her, and as she went to grab his hand, he clenched it and moved it away from her.
Evan, on the other side, looked at her with heated eyes and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Next time you pull something like that, kitten, give me a fair warning. Also, you might want to consider freshening yourself up a bit, yes?" He pulled back, smirking at the blush that had taken over her face.
Meanwhile, Rabastan and Antonin were steaming with anger. They would get her back for that, no question about it. Only that thought, had kept them from stalking over to her and teasing her right back.
"So, anyway, back to the important things," Hermione said as she awkwardly cleared her throat. "I think we should all live together in a house. I thought we could stay at Evan's manor, if that would be okay?" She looked towards him and saw the momentary shock on his face. He didn't really think that she thought much about him.
He nodded at her, "Yes, that is fine. Of course, I have not been there in a long time. I do not know what the conditions are like." Hermione nodded at this and then reassured him.
"When I had last gone there, I had met several house elves who were keeping the manor clean and in excellent shape. They seemed very devoted to your family, so I assumed they were well taken care of. Regulus, if you want, we can have Kreacher come there too. He doesn't do much for Harry anyways. All he does is talk about his beloved 'Master Regulus.'" She gave him a little smile as she saw him whip his head toward her.
"Kreacher is still alive?!" He practically jumped off of the couch just waiting for her answer.
"Yes, of course, he is still there. You took good care of him. I tried to take care of him as well, but he, uh... He doesn't really speak to me. You know, the whole mudblood thing..." She gave him a small smile, trying not to convey just how hurt she actually was by the old house elf's treatment of her. "Your mother's portrait is still there if you would like to visit. Your room isn't there anymore, though. Your belongings have been saved and are in the attic, along with your mother's portrait."
Regulus seemed a little sad at finding out that his room was gone, but he was previously dead, so he couldn't expect everything to be the same. His brows furrowed as he made sense of what she had told him. "Uh, why is her portrait in the attic?"
Hermione scowled at this question and hesitated to answer. "Well, all she ever really did was scream at Harry and Ginny. She called Harry a 'no-good Half-blood,' and called Ginny a 'blood traitor.' Among other things..." He seemed to understand that she was talking about the things his mother had said to Hermione, and he nodded. The witch smiled at seeing him agree with her.
"Alright, this is good. So, Evan, do you want us to go to your manor now? We could stop at Harry's to steal some supper and also get Sirius and the twins if you're all up for it? Regulus can speak to his mother and grab some things of his. Rabastan, Antonin, we can go to your manors if you would like, once we get to Evan's manor? I don't know how much of your things are still there, but I will apparate along with both of you if you wish."
Rabastan glared at her and replied back, "Must you come with us? Besides, I would rather not walk into the home of my ancestors, with a mudblood on my arm." He rumbled at her. Hermione felt her stomach drop at his comment. She flinched slightly before she smiled weakly back at him.
"Of course, you are right. You can both floo to your manors from Evan's." They both nodded at her, and she felt her body deflate. "Okay, so, shall we go to Grimmauld place, then? I can have Harry reconnect the floo for us. We can't apparate from here, I apologize." She said, as she stood up and vanished the puddle of blood that was beginning to dry onto the floor. Her wound on the back of her head had healed somehow, so there was no need to go to the healers. I'll need to research that… She made sure the boxes were still in the large box and decided that she would still hide them, just to be safe. She looked at the four wizards and motioned with her wand for the door to open. "You can all go ahead of me. I need to finish what I came here to start."
Looking at her oddly, all four men slowly began to file up the stairs and out the door. As the last person left, she motioned for the door to close and lock. Quickly, she took off a cushion from the couch and cast a severing spell in the fabric. She then took the box and laid it inside the couch.
It was a perfect fit.
She cast a Reparo and proceeded to put the cushion back on the couch, and she draped the old sheet back over the top. Then, she shut off the light and walked back up the stairs. As she shut the door, she cast a locking spell on it and began to ward the door as well.
Finally, the door had vanished from sight.
Perfect.
She walked around the corner and saw the four men standing awkwardly in different locations around the living room. Crouching by the floo, she called out to Harry.
"Hermione? Oh Merlin, Hermione, it's really Sirius. You brought him back 'Mione... He's actually back; I still can't believe it. Hermione you can't keep doing things like this. Gods, I can't even begin to thank y-" Hermione's head dropped as he listened to Harry's rambling. She grabbed her head with both hands and sniffed for a second as the gravity of the situation had hit her. Then she sighed and stopped him short.
"Harry! I understand, okay? Can you connect the floos? We are coming over. But before we do that, I need you to listen to what I am going to say. You are not allowed to touch a single hair on their heads, do you hear me? They will not harm you, so if I see either you or Ginny try and cast any silent hexes, I will personally make sure that your child count stops at two. Do you understand me, Harry James Potter? This is not a joke. Do. Not. Test. Me." Her words were cold, and she seemed to be deadly serious, which surprised the wizards who were standing behind her. She was protecting them, and they didn't understand why.
Harry didn't reply to her, and she assumed that he had heard what she said and connected the floos. She stood up and turned around to the wizards. She looked at Regulus and motioned for him to go first. He slowly grabbed a handful of powder and was engulfed in the green flames. Evan went next, then Rabastan and Antonin went last.
Hermione stood alone in her old living room and closed her eyes. She had just brought back seven wizards from the dead. She felt her resolve crack a bit, but she shook her head. Don't do this now, Hermione. You can't give in, yet. With these thoughts, Hermione grabbed some powder, and was bathed in emerald flames once again.
Notes: I had been debating on whether I should leave both smut scenes in one chapter together, or if I should split it into two chapters. I decided to leave it all in one chapter because I would rather have the sexy vibe, though sub-par, continue on throughout this chapter, instead of breaking it up. I don't know, it's hard to explain. Please go easy on me with the smut, I've never written it before and it was quite challenging for me to write. I've been nervous about posting this, that is why it has taken me so long to update. Also, Dogoroy= Darling in Russian. That's all!
