A/N: I've had a bit of writers block when it came to this chapter for a while, and while playing with my daughter today I got this idea. Hope you like it. Enjoy, and please leave a review.
She awoke feeling lips trailing up her arm, a hand running softly over her stomach, and the feeling of extreme arousal, as if whoever was giving her attention had been doing so for a while and her body was already responding. She let off a soft chuckle and received one in return.
"Couldn't wait?" she asked, eyes still not opening.
"It's Christmas. There's some kind of rule saying that we have to do it as many times as possible on Christmas," Sirius replied before returning to kissing slowly up her arm.
"You're going to have to write these rules down somewhere so I can know them," she grumbled, but she didn't refuse as his kisses reached her neck. "Where were you last night?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I went downstairs to watch a little television. That thing is awesome! The things Muggles come up with."
"You could have watched the one in here."
"I didn't want to disturb you, love. You looked so peaceful, I wanted to make sure you were well rested before I ravished you this morning."
She laughed as he nibbled her earlobe, and decided the time for talking was over. She let him press his body into her, hands roaming over body haphazardly as his lips finally crashed into hers, slowly dancing together, slowly igniting a fire between them. He slid the satin nightie she was wearing up and over her head, revealing nothing but naked skin underneath. He growled in appreciation, despite the fact he had seen it many times before.
With the smell of breakfast wafting through the house he knew she wouldn't want to take too long, so he wriggled out of his pajamas, positioned himself between her legs, and gently entered her. She moaned, her fingers tightening into the skin of his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling herself onto him, urging him to move quickly. With a smirk he obliged, then crashed his lips urgently onto hers. She responded by pushing him onto his side, and he pulled her the rest of the way onto his lap. She ground her hips into his, and he lost the ability to think clearly. He could only watch as she put her hands on the headboard and moved as quickly as she could handle on top of him.
Her walls clamped around him, she moaned loudly, and her body started to quake. He took the lead, grabbing her hips and thrusting himself deeply into her until she came with a loud groan. Knowing she was satisfied he let himself spill into her, and held her hips to his as he let his body calm down.
"That was a good way to wake up," she muttered, smirking down at him.
"Very good way," he nodded in agreement. "Happy Christmas."
"Happy Christmas. Are we going to go downstairs for breakfast? My mum always makes a big one."
"Of course. Like I would disappoint your family on Christmas," he smiled.
"They do seem to like you," she smiled, climbing off him and making a beeline for the bathroom.
"Good impressions do count for something," he said, summoning some clothes and starting to get dressed.
"And you were worried about making good impressions?" her voice called as she ran water to brush her teeth.
"Of course, love," he chuckled. "Can't expect them to approve of our relationship if I was a big prat now, could I?"
"I guess it wouldn't be fair," she said after she had finished brushing.
"If there's one thing I know, it's that fathers take the idea of you being intimate with their daughter if they like you. If your dad hated my guts..."
"You've got the wand. You could get away from him," she said distractedly as she pulled a brush through her hair. "Ugh. This is impossible."
"I like that just-been-shagged look," he beamed.
"You would," she said, giving up and tapping her hair with her wand. It straightened out and twirled itself into a bun, which she quickly pinned into place. She opened drawers, rifling for something, but became more and more confused looking.
"Do you know where my red sweater is?" she asked.
"Red sweater?" he asked, turning away to button up his shirt.
"Yes. It's Christmas, and I brought that nice red sweater to wear over my dress, and now I can't find it."
"Haven't seen it. Wear the blue one," he said, looking at the one on the top of the drawer as he pulled on a waistcoat.
"Oh, Sirius, you're not..." she started, looking at his clothes as he pulled on a long, tailored coat. The whole outfit was patently Sirius. She tried to look upset at his very not Muggle getup, but she broke out in a wide grin instead. She loved Sirius' eccentric side.
"I could change if you really want me to."
"Never," she smiled, throwing herself into his arms for a kiss. She put on the blue sweater over her black dress and wandered downstairs, where the scent of different baked goodies was nearly overpowering. Blake and Sirius had a time the night before erecting a small Christmas tree, and Sirius had contained all his questions about electric lights and angels on top until they were secure in their room.
"You never did tell me what topped the Black Family Christmas tree," she muttered as they reached the landing.
"Severed elf heads," he shot back quietly, and she suppressed a giggle. "They looked quite festive wearing little St. Nick hats."
"Is that true?"
"Of course not. My mum had no time for trivialities like Christmas. She would actually have to make like she liked me, and that was too much of an effort. Didn't help that I kept getting her subscriptions to Muggle magazines."
She snorted, but they rounded a corner into the dining area, ending any conversations that mentioned the magical world.
"Sirius, you look quite... dashing," Olivia said, eying his outfit.
"It is a favorite outfit of mine," he replied with a smile.
"I think he looks nice. You wear it well," Jean smiled.
"Thank you," he said, holding out a chair for Hermione, then taking the one directly next to her.
Breakfast wasn't a long affair, as the smells through the house had made them all ravenous. Sirius, who hadn't had a real Christmas in many, many years, seemed to get more jovial every minute. Hermione noticed him eying a closed window every so often, and made a note to peek outside as soon as she could do it without getting caught.
"Jean, how do you do it?" William asked, eying the decorations. "How do you get all this done and get some sleep?"
"Sirius did many of the decorations," she said, smiling down at the grinning Marauder, who had done the modest decorations surrounding the house in ten minutes the night before as Jean was finishing cleaning and everyone else had gone to bed.
"It was nothing. The least I could do in thanks for the delicious meal," Sirius smiled, toasting her.
"He can't have had many happy Christmases in prison," Olivia whispered to Hermione.
"Probably why he's so happy for this one," she whispered back, hoping to Merlin or whoever was listening that Sirius didn't break out in 'God Rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs' anytime soon.
"Might not be the only reason," she said in a soft sing-song voice before clearing both her and Hermione's plates away. Hermione grabbed Sirius' plate and walked around the table, trying to see through the crack in between the window sill and the curtain.
"Another cup of coffee, love?" Sirius' voice made her start. Without waiting for an answer he grabbed the mug and empty plate from her hand and spun her around, pointing her towards the living room with the tree. "Grab us a spot, would you, love?"
Sighing she walked in and sat on the loveseat, straightening her dress and watching as the rest of her family got situated. Sirius handed her a mug of coffee and sat next to her, placing an arm around her. Olivia and Blake passed out presents, and everyone took turns opening and showing off their new goodies. At one point Sirius looked up and caught David's eye, who took a deep breath and nodded.
"Hermione," he started, clearing his throat as his voice hitched for a fraction of a second. "Could you be a dear and open the window? We should let a little light into the room."
"Okay, dad," she nodded. Feeling very excited she got up quickly and nearly ran to the window. She wrenched the curtains open, wondering what kind of gift she would see out there. Instead she saw, about twenty feet out, two snowmen, one of them wearing a very familiar sweater.
"What in the world...?" she whispered. Hands shaking she opened the door, and, not bothering to put on anything to protect herself from the cold, walked slowly towards the snowman. There was the sound of everyone else getting up and rushing to the window. She approached the snowmen. The two figures were facing each other, one standing, the other on it's knee. Her sweater, a pair of jeans, a hat, and a scarf had been fitted on the standing snowperson, some of Sirius' clothes on the other. The clothes fit so perfectly she knew whoever made them had used a bit of magic to keep them perfect and in place. The kneeling figure had a hand extended, offering the standing one a glittering object resting in it's fingers.
"Sirius?" she whispered, turning around, meaning to go look in the house for him, but she found him right behind her. With a wide grin he stepped around her, reaching for the glittering object.
"Need to borrow this, buddy," he muttered, pulling it out of the snow. Hermione could now see it was a diamond and sapphire ring.
"Oh, my God," she muttered, hands flying to her mouth. She glanced back at the house, and saw Jean and David standing in the doorway. Her father's arm was around his wife, and Jean looked like she was fighting tears. She looked back at Sirius, who was now down on one knee and reaching for her hand.
"Oh, my God," she repeated, letting him pull her left hand towards him.
"Dear goodness, Hermione," he smiled. "It's as if I haven't talked about this before."
"Sirius..." she muttered, a tear falling down her face.
"Hermione. Love. I may have been somewhat of an impulsive man in the past, but I had always thought that one day I would meet the right woman, the one who would make me want to settle down. And I have found her in you. I cannot imagine living my life without you. I have never been so happy as when I discovered love with you. Will you marry me?"
She couldn't speak, so she just nodded. He slipped the ring onto her finger, then stood to take her in his arms. She pressed her lips insistently to his, and he didn't hesitate despite their audience. A couple seconds later he tried to pull away, but she pushed herself into him, unwilling to break their embrace.
"As much as I'd love to do what you're thinking, your family is watching," he muttered against her lips.
"Would probably give us away if we went upstairs now, huh?" she murmured back.
"More likely than not. Besides I wouldn't want to deny your mother the opportunity to finally see that ring on your finger. I nearly had to pry the box out of her hand last night."
"I love you," she whispered, kissing him again.
"I know," he smiled back. She gasped as if affronted, but he kissed her again and said, "I love you, too."
It was harder than she thought to break away from his arms to go show her new ring to her family. Hermione Jean Black. Time to start writing it on her school things.
