Six more chapters after this (unless you insist I continue!) And anyone who's read any of my other stories knows what this means! It means that things are about to get more dramatic! ^^ Not this chapter, but the next one is where the craziness begins. :) Hey, it wouldn't be one of my fics if it didn't happen! I never write just fluff unless it's a one-shot, now, do I?
Also, one of you mentioned that I should have dragged out the ending of the last chapter...at least a little bit, but...ahem...I've never kissed a guy, so you most probably would NOT want to read me writing something steamy. Just...no. If someone ever kisses me, you can bet I'll write ya something steamy, but until then...sorry. .
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Love, oh love
I gotta tell you how I feel about you
Cause I, oh I
Can't go a minute without your love
Like a satellite
I'm in orbit all the way around you
And I would fall out into the night
Can't go a minute without your love
Satellite-Lena Meyer-Landrut
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Hermione woke up the next morning with a wide, strange array of feelings and emotions. She was more than just a little bit sore, but she understood that, at least a little bit. She also felt a lot of love for the man smiling down at her, telling her "Good morning."
And every time he moved, Hermione moved closer. Like she was being pulled towards him.
"Good morning," she whispered, smiling.
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, of course not," Hermione replied with a confused frown, hugging herself closer. "You kept your promise. It only hurt when it had to."
"Yeah?" Sirius stroked her hair, staring up at the ceiling. "You're sure."
"Positive." she replied, kissing his tattooed chest. She got up onto her elbows, staring down at the many tattoos covering his body.
"Which was your first?"
"That would be Lucy," Sirius replied. "But she meant nothing, honestly!"
Hermione cringed, and then laughed. "Not THAT first! No, your first tattoo."
"Ah," Sirius replied, wincing. "It was this one, right here." He pointed to a Gryffindor symbol on his arm. "I got it when I was about fourteen, to irritate my parents. James gave it to me. He gave me most of my tattoos. He wanted to be a tattoo artist, actually."
"Really?" Hermione asked. "Huh. Never would have guessed." She scanned the tattoos. "What does this symbol mean?"
He glanced down at his chest. "Means grief. Gave it to myself after James died."
"Which is your most recent?"
He pointed to a symbol on his chest that looked like a cross between a sun and a Japanese symbol.
"What does it mean."?
"Perseverance. I got it around the time you guys graduated."
Hermione made a small laugh sound, her mouth closed, gazing at all of the inked skin.
"I want a tattoo."
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "You do?"
She nodded. "Just a small one. But I want a tattoo."
"I'll give you one, if you're absolutely sure. There are some things not even magic can erase, dollface."
She nodded firmly.
Sirius grinned. "Alright, Mrs. Black. You're getting a tattoo. Think about what you want."
"I want a star."
"A star."
Hermione nodded. "To be more specific, the star titled 'Sirius.'"
Sirius grinned. "And what should I give myself, in order to commemorate our being together?"
Hermione shrugged. "Another star? We could have matching stars."
"A simple star isn't enough to convey who you are. It'd have to be the sun."
"You'd have to be the sun," Hermione said, sitting back on her feet. "I feel like I could be orbiting around you. I love you, Sirius."
Sirius grinned. "I love you, too, dollface."
I'll post more after church. Or maybe before, but I doubt it, cuz I have to leave in about twenty minutes.