A/N: Hey, everyone. Sorry for the delay. I moved, which stunk, and I decided that I'm really going to try to finish For Their Greater Good, which now only has two chapters to go, which is good. I wanted to give you a little something, so here's some smut, followed by her return to Hogwarts.

It's not from the House Quotes Challenge, but there is a quote from House in here, underlined. I love it, so I had to work it in.

Enjoy, and please review.


As they flew over the countryside Hermione suddenly felt a bit of bravery. She released her death grip on his abs, and trailed her hand lower. She started rubbing the inside of his thigh, occasionally scraping her fingernails lightly over his jeans. She heard him take a sharp intake of breath, and felt him straighten up. Slowly her fingers worked their way back up, tracing his now tensed muscles with her fingertips, giving him a playful nip on the shoulder.

"Sweet Merlin," he groaned, tightening his grip on the handlebars. "You keep going like that, and I'll wind up crashing this bike."

"Wouldn't want you to do that," she muttered, hand dropping to run quickly over the crotch of his jeans. She then returned it to a clasped position over his stomach.

Unable to respond verbally he opened up the throttle, and the bike rocketed even faster towards Grimmald Place. Her eyes shut tight again as he went into a steep dive, headlight killed to not draw attention. She forced herself to focus on her breathing and not the fact that her stomach felt like it was resting somewhere near her voice box.

They landed in a safe alley about a mile from the hidden house, and he didn't hit the brakes as he rocketed into the street and towards his house. There were no Muggles around, so he didn't need to slow as he made a quick turn through the hidden gate, skidding to a halt feet fro his front steps. He was off before the engine had given a final growl and died, and he went to pick her up and carry her inside.

"I think I'm going to stay out here," she gave a seductive smile, running a hand slowly over his newly vacated seat.

"What?" he muttered, eying her hungrily.

She tossed something on the ground by the front gate, and immediately an screen of smoke sprung up, completely covering the front fence. They could see the vague outlines of a couple walking past, moving much too fast, passing a house they could not see.

"What's that?" he said, eying the smoke.

"A Weasley's Wizard Wheezes product," she said, placing one leg up on the handlebars, showing off her legs, back arcing so her breasts pointed upwards, putting on as much of a show as possible. "It provides an impenetrable barrier for those who like to do their activities in public, but don't want the risk of getting caught."

"Minx," he growled, advancing on her, but she held up a hand for him to stop.

She waved her wand over his bike, then placed it safely back in her pocket.

"What was that for?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice. What had she done to his ride?

"It wouldn't do for it to fall over in the middle of our activities, would it?" she whispered, pulling her shirt off her body slowly.

Realizing he was about to combine two of his favorite things in the world, his bike and sex with Hermione, he pulled his own shirt over his head and pressed his body to hers. He could feel the fabric of her bra rubbing against his skin, and each movement it made across his chest turned him on even more. Without hesitation his fingers found the button of her jeans, and without breaking contact between their lips he had tugged both the jeans and her panties from her. She fumbled with his jeans for a moment before sliding them down as far as they would go.

Without waiting for them to fall the rest of the way to the ground he pushed himself into her. She groaned and leaned back, one hand holding the handlebar, the other gripping the seat, her legs wrapped tightly around him. Her charm held, no matter how hard his thrust the bike stubbornly remained in the upright position.

"Sirius," she hissed, bra-clad breasts heaving with her every breath. He placed one hand on the other handlebar, reached around her, and relieved her of the fabric. He cockily looped the bra over the back of the bike, as if he'd keep it there as a trophy, then leaned his head down to start kissing, sucking, and nipping at her breasts.

Her hand abandoned the handlebar and raked across his back, leaving four small trails of fire in the wake of each of her fingertips. Without warning he pulled out of her, lifted her off the bike, and gently turned her around. She spread her legs slightly and bent over the bike, hands pressed onto the seat. He entered her again and continued his hard thrusting as she gasped in pleasure and called his name again.

Something about seeing her grasping his seat so tightly he thought it would come out with holes from her fingernails, and hearing her cry his name for the third time right before she had her own release caused him to spill himself into her with the best orgasm he had in his life. He held her to him as he rode out the waves of his pleasure, then a little longer as he got his breath back.

"Merlin, 'Mione," he panted, stepping away from her. She immediately lifted herself onto the bike, still naked, and smiled at him sweetly. "I've got to buy a bloody camera. If I had one right now..." he lifted his hands to form a frame as to make a mental picture of the naked witch atop his bike. Her eyes shone brightly as if she had an idea, but it quickly passed and went unnoticed by her lover.

"I thought you might enjoy that," she smiled, pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail.

"You do that to me too many times, and you'll force me to make an honest man of myself."

"If there's one thing you've never been in your life, Sirius Black, it's honest."

He opened his mouth to protest, but she had picked up her clothes and was at the door.

"Care to shower with me?" she asked.

Any witty retorts he might have had went flying out the window as he rushed after her.


On Sept the first he escorted Hermione to Kings Cross. She protested that if anyone didn't need an escort, it was her, but he insisted either way. And when they got there he insisted on pushing her cart for her. Crookshanks, who she had retrieved from his hiding place at Mrs. Figg's house (he seemed quite happy to be back), was sitting in his carrier atop the luggage cart, staring lazily at Sirius, who kept calling him 'my ginger critter buddy'.

There were no looks from the harried Muggles who were running around the station hurrying to get to work or the next stop on their vacation or wherever Muggles have a tendency to hurry to at quarter to eleven in the morning. They waited until the coast was clear, then walked through the barrier together, her arm looped around his.

The stares started immediately, though she was determined not to notice, and he was too busy chattering happily about the upcoming Quidditch game he was going to see with Harry to care.

"Mummy," a young girl squeaked, hiding behind her slack-jawed parents. "Is that Sirius Black?"

His name echoed in whispers around them as they walked towards the compartment that she and Neville would be sharing as Head Boy and Girl.

"... with Hermione Granger?"

"... heard he was back, thought it was a load of bollocks..."

".... innocent or no, he still gives me the willies..."

".... she's seeing him?"

"Hey, Hermione!" Neville waved at her, standing next to his Gran who was looking considerably more proud of her grandson than any other time Hermione had ever seen her.

"How was your summer, Neville?" she asked with a smile.

He bid goodbye to his grandmother before answering. "It was really good. I told Mum and Dad the whole story of how we defeated you-know... I mean, Voldemort. I might just be imagining things, but I think I saw a bit of recognition in her eyes." He blushed.

"That's wonderful, Neville!" she said enthusiastically.

"I do hope the best for your parents, son, they were good friends," Sirius nodded.

It was as if Neville was the only one on the platform who hadn't noticed who Hermione was walking with. He looked up at the scraggly-looking man with wide eyes, then quickly looked away, turning red. "Yeah, um, thanks. You, uh, you want any help with that trunk, Hermione?"

"Oh, that would be wonderful. Thank you."

"Together?" Sirius asked. He grabbed one side of the heavy trunk, Neville grabbed the other, and they hoisted it into the compartment. Once they had the trunk secured, and Crookshanks in a warm corner, Sirius hopped off the train to say goodbye to Hermione.

"You know, if you tell me where the Heads dorms are, I can sneak in for a nightcap every so often," he muttered as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Haven't you caused enough problems breaking into Hogwarts, Padfoot?" she whispered back.

He beamed. "You see, it's only a problem if you get caught."

"Don't come into Hogwarts," she said firmly. "How would it look if the Head Girl got caught sneaking in her unlicensed animagus ex-con boyfriend into the castle?"

"It would look like they finally got a Head Girl who didn't have a rod shoved way up her..."

"Sirius!" she hissed, glancing at a set of first-year twins standing nearby.

"What? You're the one who has broken rule after rule, but when it comes to seeing me, suddenly it's 'we have to follow the rules'," there was a fake pout on his face.

"No breaking into Hogwarts. If you do, I swear I won't sleep with you." She crossed her arms and gave him a stern look.

"And you think I'm only wanting to see you because of sex?" he looked wounded.

"No. But I think that if I showed any interest you wouldn't say no. Don't break into Hogwarts."

"I'm breaking into Hogwarts. Care to place a bet on if you'll sleep with me when I show up?"

"No, I don't care to place a bet, because I don't want you doing it. Don't make me tell McGonagall," she added like a six year old.

"Oh, tell McGonagall. And get a picture of her reaction. It's a miracle that vein in her head hasn't burst yet, I'm sure adding Sirius Black sneaking into the castle yet again to her list of worries might finally push it over the limit..." his eyes glassed over as if he were visualizing the reaction.

She shook her head. "I can't believe you. You're nuts. Which makes me nuts for arguing with you."

"You love me."

She sighed. "I guess," she replied, stone faced.

His lips met hers in a soft embrace. "I love you," he murmured against her lips, causing her knees to feel weak again.

"I love you, too. See you at Christmas?"

"Sooner," he said, turning to walk back up the platform.

"Sooner? Sirius Black, don't you..." she was cut off by the shrill whistle of the train, signaling it was time for everyone to be on. A group of parents walked between her and Sirius, and when they had passed she didn't see him, but a large black dog walking away from her.

She shook her head and climbed onto the train. Sighing, she collapsed in the seat across from Neville, who was pouring fertilizer into his latest potted plant.

"So, you and Sirius Black are seeing each other?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah," she replied blandly.

He nodded, then made a deal over fussing over a pod on the plant. "You know that because you walked to the train with him and kissed him on the platform, it's going to be all over school."

She shrugged. "Couldn't hope to keep it a secret forever, could I?"

He chuckled. "You must really like him, to be so blasé about it."

"I do really like him," she muttered, leaning back and trying to think what his parting words might have meant.