Bored Black in the Backyard

Sirius emerges from the parlour much later in the day having had to take care of his not so little problem himself. With a self satisfied smirk he whistled a lively tune and practically skipped down the steps two at a time. Who needed women? He thought to himself happily, they were nothing but trouble with a capital T.

He turned his whistle down a notch as he crept past his mother's portrait and finally made it to the kitchen. The house was oddly quiet and he discovered why when he found a bright green note pinned to the fridge.

Sirius,

Taken Harry to the pub with Ron,

Might go to the Burrow later

Don't know when we will be home

Remus

And under that the was a quick scribble, as if the person who had wrote had been reminded to leave it on their way out the door, it even looked like it was written in eye liner.

Gone to play Quidditch at the Burrow, taken Draco with me to be seeker since Harry wouldn't do it.

Be back late, don't wait up – Fred & George are breaking out the Fire Whisky

Dinner is in the oven for when everyone gets home just set it to heat

Miss you loads while were gone, sorry about before

Love Ginny

Well that certainly explained the eerie silence about the old house. They must have thought he had gone out or maybe they knew what he had been doing in the parlour and wisely chosen to leave him alone. Either way it didn't really matter, but he had spent much of the day in his own company, now he wanted to do something. Going to the Burrow was out of the question for a number of reasons.

One: He liked all of his limbs, and certain appendages, attached to his person; they were after all no use to him if they happened to be used instead of a bludger when the other Weasley's found out what he had been up to.

Two: Ginny, not always being the observant one, probably didn't read Remus's letter before scribbling her own, therefore not realising that having Harry and Draco in the same room together when they were fighting (and judging by the noise that had floated up to him as his fellow housemates had tried in vain to intervene, they hadn't made up) was not a very good idea. And when a competition became involved it got even worse. He was very glad not to have to witness the scene that was bound to occur when the two realised they were both at the Burrow.

Three: Ginny had mentioned Fire Whisky and although he was partial to the odd drink here and there his girls weren't. He had learnt from experience that Fire Whisky was an aphrodisiac for them; Ginny more so than Hermione. He didn't think the Weasley boys would enjoy seeing their sister hanging off him attempting to get into his pants. Which bought him back to point number one – Sirius Black enjoyed having all his body parts attached and therefore was not going to the Burrow.

So now as he swung off the fridge door looking at the meagre offerings it held he couldn't for the life of him figure out what he wanted to do. He grabbed a handful of grapes and was munching thoughtfully looking out the kitchen window at their over grown back garden. Ginny had cleared the back corner and planted a rather extensive herb patch when she had first moved in, but the rest was uncultivated and rather shabby looking. Just as his mother had liked it; a thought struck him, as thoughts do when you are bored out of your mind, and he grinned to himself in a very Slytherin fashion.

Stepping out the backdoor and ambling down the few steps onto the grass he rolled up his sleeves and looked around, assessing his options. Taking his wand out of his back pocket he flicked a wrist toward one overgrown blackberry bush and it crumbled before his eyes to dirt. He did the same for most of the garden, being careful to not hit Ginny's section and was soon satisfied with his results. Now if he remembered some of herbology lessons all he had to do was pick some of the existing plant he wanted to duplicate and plant it before muttering 'convalesco'. As soon as the words left his mouth the whole flower bed sprang up with fully grown herbs.

He looked at the sad patch of grass that nobody ever used and decided it should serve another purpose.

"Cavus Cavum," he cried pointing at the large patch of earth. It suddenly cracked and seemed to suck in on itself before reveal a deep hole. He smiled at his handy work – he really should have taken up gardening years ago, this was just too easy. Looking around the garden he search for something that wouldn't be missed and found he had unearthed an old gardening tool from when someone must have had something growing. Knowing his mother it would have been poisonous. He threw it in the centre of the large pit and concentrated hard before performing several quick flicks of his wand that would have made McGonagall proud.

The little wooden and metal tool began to morph shape and in a matter of second he had himself a sunken hot tub. He spent the next half hour finding small sticks to transfigure into planks of wood before making a rather stylish looking deck to go around it. He found the old discarded hose and began to fill his master piece. He began to think that if the others left him on his own more often then maybe he might end up renovating the whole house, just to piss off his mother. He knew Hermione and Remus would disapprove of his reasoning, but hell, who could turn down a hot tub in the backyard?

It was starting to get dark as he stood there waiting impatiently for the tub to fill and he looked around the garden trying to pin point what was missing; then it hit him – faerie lights. He rushed inside to find one of many books on magical creatures and found one of Remus's old school books. Flicking frantically he found what he was looking for: How to attract Faeries into your garden in three easy steps.

Make sure you have a living healthy garden for them to live

Place cream cakes out as an offering of good will

Walk around your garden three times saying 'faeries come and get it,'

Sirius raised and eyebrow and hoped that none of the neighbors chose to look out the window when he was doing this. He rushed downstairs and threw open the fridge searching for cream cakes. Nothing. He practically wrenched the pantry door off and the closest thing he found to cream cakes in there was a pack of Oreo's. Shrugging to himself he figured, close enough.

Taking the chocolate biscuits outside with him, he twisted the tops off a few and dropped the cream sides into the garden. He shoved the plain chocolate sides in his mouth and began to walk around mumbling around a full mouth "Faeries come and get it",

That was how Hermione found him and all he could do was grin sheepishly around a mouth full of slowly disintegrating baked goods while she looked at him as if he had gone mad.

"Do I really want to know?" she asked, obviously straining not to laugh. He shook his head no and quickly finished his third lap, hurrying through the last of the spell before forcing the lump of biscuits down his throat.

"Sirius Black I worry about you sometimes," she said, sitting on the steps and watching as one by one the tiny glowing faeries entered their new back garden.

"What? You're not going to say anything about my handy work?" he asked slightly offended. He went to turn off the house before the tub overflowed and came to sit beside her.

"It's very nice. What prompted a complete backyard renovation?" she asked dropping her head wearily to his shoulder. She had obviously had a hard day down at the Ministry.

"They left me on my own", he shrugged. It was now completely dark except for the twinkling faerie lights, the air still warm from the sunny day. She laughed gently and kissed his cheek.

"Well now that it's done we may as well enjoy it," she said standing up and pulling off her robes. Sirius did the same and they soon had a pile of clothes in one corner of the decking. He flicked his wand at the water to warm it and climbed in watching as Hermione removed her underwear and sunk into the water with a groan.

He moved behind her and began to massage her shoulders, letting her rest between his legs.

"Bad day?" he asked, working out a particularly tough knot.

"You could say that, twelve reports of misuse today and a headless chicken was literally running around the office for the better part of the afternoon," she moved her head to one side indicating that it wanted attention. Sirius was more than happy to comply.

"What did you do about the chicken?" he asked quietly, enjoying the sheer tranquility of the moment.

"Chased it around trying to stun it. It destroyed most of the office before Fred and George, who had come to see if I wanted to come and referee the Quidditch match, managed to catch it on its way past the door," she explained.

"The boys do have their uses sometimes," he muttered, Hermione didn't answer and he thought she might have fallen asleep for a moment before she turned in his arms and kissed him gently.

"Thank you," she whispered against his lips

"For what?" he asked kissing her briefly just so he could feel the tingles go up his spine again

"For just being you, this was just what I needed after the day I've had," she said between even more kisses

"My pleasure, I will strive to be me from now on," he grinned, Hermione laughed and slipped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss and groaning as he applied pressure to her aching back muscles.

He grabbed her calves and parted her legs so she was straddling him and let one hand wander to caress her folds. She shuddered and slipped her tongue into his mouth, caressing the walls before withdrawing and nibbling on his lips.

"Sirius, I need you," she whispered moving to kiss his neck as his fingers entered to test her readiness. They both felt his arousal buck between them and she took it in one small talented hand and guided him to her core. She looked into his eyes as she slowly impaled herself upon his length. He gripped her hips and clenched his jaw as her scalding heat surrounded him, fitting him like glove.

Hermione rotated her hips in a perfect circle before rolling back the opposite way, Sirius let his head drop back against the hot tubs edge and the veins strained on his neck as he fought the urge to take over and thrust into her until she was hoarse from screaming. Hermione sensed his blight and gripped his shoulders for support before lifting herself off him an inch before sliding back down, this time hitting deeper than before. She set up a quick pace, barely moving on his length causing a hot friction between them and Sirius craved her deeper plunges, but she wasn't going to give.

She continued to tease him, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and biting down as her desire mounted. Sirius had a bruising grip on her hips as her movements became smaller and she was just rocking against him. Suddenly she stopped moving and just sat there, Sirius let out a groan of sheer frustration and opened his eyes to glare at her. She smirked and without blinking an eye lifted herself off him till just the very tip of his penis rested within her, she winked and plunged back down causing them both to cry out. The long minutes of intense friction she had subjected them too had left her extremely tight and so hot it almost burnt.

She repeated this and in a few short strokes her whole body tensed and she threw back her head to let out a satisfied cry as the orgasmic waves rolled over her. She was beautiful to behold and Sirius continued to pound into her until he too was lost in the unbelievable release. Hermione collapsed against his chest, out of breath and utterly limp and Sirius couldn't have thought up a better way to christen his new hot tub.

His stomach let out a loud rumble and they both look down. Sirius shrugged.

"I'm a growing boy", he grinned and Hermione stood unsteadily and held out her hand to help him up.

"Then we best get you some food," she said leading the way inside.

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