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Can You Take the Jump?

Chapter 46

WARNING: SMUT

"A wedding?"

"Yup. I was wondering if you'd be my plus one."

…

"You look beautiful."

Hermione looked through the mirror to see her mother standing by the doorway.

"It's your dress."

"True, and you're my daughter. I guess I can take some of the credit." She laughed, the sound twinkled beautifully.

The dress was a deep navy blue with slightly different shades of dark blue chiffon fabric that had jewels embedded within it. The dress looked like the night sky with stars twinkling against the milky way. It was classy and expensive. A dress from her mother's past.

"When is Sirius coming to pick you up?"

"He's picking up the wedding gift that I left at work, so I told him I'd meet him in Diagonalley."

"What if you outshine the bride?"

Hermione laughed, "I think you're the only person who'll think that."

"I doubt it. I'm sure in Sirius's eyes, you'll be the only one worth looking at."

"Mum—"

"That boy loves you. He truly loves you. I know you're my daughter, and no matter what, I will always be on your side, your number one supporter, but Hermione…he loves you."

"I know."

Mrs. Evans's eyes widened. "You know?"

"Mum," Hermione put on her earrings, then turned around with a sad smile. "How could I not? Though not well, he may try to hide his words, his eyes hide nothing."

"What about you?" Her mother approached her and pushed a piece of hair behind her ears. "Do you love him?"

"It's not so simple for me, mum."

"It can be. You tend to complicate things, sweetheart."

"Maybe so."

Her mother smiled sadly, "The future is still being written and no one knows what will happen. It might become simple."

"It might," Hermione admitted, but neither of them believed her empty words.

"You're all set," her mother gave her a watery smile. When did her beautiful daughter grow up like this? "You are truly beautiful."

"Thank you, mum."

…

Hermione picked her long dress up off the group to ensure it didn't drag against the dirty cobble street floor as she walked to Ollivander's to meet up with Sirius. It was during the hours when the streets of Diagonalley were relatively empty, but people did stare at the girl dressed to the nines walking down the streets. She paid them no mind, they weren't important enough to factor into her many concerns about today.

She saw Sirius standing in front of the shop, holding an ornate box. He wore the same formal robes that James had worn for the Yule Ball, but they had been altered to fit Sirius's taller frame than James. Upon closer inspection, the robes weren't just magically altered, they'd been manually tailored to fit Sirius. The wizarding formal robes accentuated the broadness of his shoulders and the length of his legs. His shortened hair was gelled back, suiting his now-more-chiselled look. He looked good. Regal even.

Sirius heard her shoes clacking against the stone floor. He turned to greet her, only to stop frozen at her sight.

"Wow."

She smiled softly at his reaction.

"Are you sure you're not the bride?"

Hermione blinked at his words, which echoed her mother's. "Wouldn't that mean I'm marrying Lucius?"

Sirius had an overtly disgusted reaction, "You knew what I meant. Why did you have to—"

"I'm kidding," she joked. "Thank you. You look like you can rival the groom as well."

"No thanks, I'd like to stay away from my family's incestuous traditions. I'd like to stay away from my family in general." Sirius grumbled. "Which reminds me, why did I agree to do this?"

Hermione intertwined their fingers as she pulled them towards the Leaky Cauldron where they would use the floo to travel to Malfoy Manor.

"Because your beautiful girlfriend asked you to, and you just can't say no to me?"

Sirius's grumbling face melted away as he allowed himself to be pulled in whichever direction Hermione pulled him towards. The two arrived at a back alley, off the main street. Sirius's curious eyes glanced around, nearly bumping into Hermione when she stopped at a door.

"Where—"

Hermione knocked on the door in a specific pattern.

The door creaked open.

"Hey Tom," Hermione greeted the grumpy owner of the Leaky Cauldron.

He grunted a greeting back at her, eyeing her extravagant clothes. The owner of the Leaky and Hermione had met on several occasions, but they had come to a first-name basis this summer when Hermione started working for Mr. Ollivander. Although Tom was shite at customer service, the Leaky could be called the center of Diagonalley. It was where most muggles entered Diagonalley from, it was an inn, a pub, a restaurant, and a meet-up location. It also didn't hurt that his storage of various ales, butterbeers, and firewhiskies never ran out, and his wife was a great cook. Therefore, there were very few things that happened in Diagonalley, or even Wizarding England, without Tom knowing.

This was why the man knew better than anyone that the exclusive wedding of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black was happening tonight, and there was no way that a muggleborn girl and the outcasted son of Black could be invitees. Even the reporters for the wedding, which he was housing in the rooms upstairs, were pureblooded.

However, Hermione knew that Tom was first and foremost, a businessman. A decently honest one too. If someone gave him more money than she'd given him and specifically asked where Hermione Evans was heading in a dress today, Tom was likely to sell her out, however, he wouldn't proactively sell the information to one of the reporters without prompt. That was good enough for her since she needed information from him.

"None of the reporters have left yet. Some are still getting dressed, others are making sure they have enough film in their cameras, enough ink for their quills, and three of them are downstairs eating lunch," he told her, holding his hand out. She placed 5 galleons into his hand.

"It's always a pleasure doing business with you, Tom." She told him. "If you could escort us to the private floo in the back, please."

Sirius's eyes grew wide at the enormous amount she'd just paid for a single floo transport.

"Hermi—"

"To the floo, Tom."

The pub owner glanced back and forth between them but nodded at her silent glare. He ushered them in and led them to the back room, hidden from the other patrons of the famous saloon.

Tom left them to their own devices once they were in front of the fireplace.

"Are you aware that you just paid 60 times what normal people pay for using the floo once?" Sirius asked out loud.

"If I just wanted to floo, I would have walked to Alphard's old flat. What I'm truly paying for are information and discretion." She told him. "Some things are worth the extra galleons, now come on." She pulled him to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

"Malfoy Manor!"

The green fire faded around them, revealing the Malfoy study. The place was quiet, the light revealing the floating dust particles drifting in the air. In the distance, they could hear the hustling of elves trying to put the finishing touches on the so-called "Wedding of the Century".

Hermione confidently stepped out and started walking towards the door, but Sirius grabbed her and shushed her.

"What if there are guests here already?! If you run into one, it could be a huge issue!"

She shook her head, "Tom is housing most of the reporters, and he said none of them have left. With each one wanting to get the biggest scoop, if the ones in the Leaky aren't here, none of them are. And if they aren't here yet, the guests definitely aren't. Those reporters will want to capture and note every detail of this wedding: the décor, food, dress, colour scheme, and especially the guests in attendance."

Sirius's jaw slacked. He knew his girlfriend was the type to plan ahead, but she still managed to shock him with her level of preparedness. She moved through the study with ease as though she did this many times before.

No, there was no doubt that she'd done this many times before.

"Don't worry Sirius," Hermione reassured, misinterpreting his hesitation. "We won't be here long. You've got the gift with you?"

"No, Lucius was one of the few Death Eaters to stand up against Voldemort about her joining their forces. He called her the M-word. There's no way." Sirius thought to himself, but the voice of doubt that sounded a lot like himself crept up in his mind once more. "Are you sure about that? There have always been rumours that circulated between those two. Don't you think they'd make a handsome couple? A girl as mature as Hermione would appreciate a man as mature as herself." Images of their interaction swam in Sirius's mind. The fact that the two were rarely seen together didn't seem to matter as his mind warped the memories, changing their simple eye contact into sneaking and seductive glances, filled with secrets and lust.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I can just go see them both, then come right back."

"No," Sirius gripped Hermione. "No. I'll go to Lucius, just as planned." He muttered something underneath his breath and glanced around nervously.

Confused by his sudden peculiar attitude, she placed both hands on his face and forced him to her look at her. "Sirius?" She spoke softly.

"He's genuinely spooked." Draco Malfoy appeared next to her, commenting on the cold sweat forming on his forehead.

In fact, several of her hallucinations were loitering around the outskirts of her vision in various forms of distress and horror. She kept her eyes on Sirius, terrified to glance at the state of some of her old friends. However, it was odd, they usually came in twos or threes, but never so many at a time.

"Then again," Older Sirius appeared on her other side, studying his younger self with keen eyes. "I wouldn't want to come back here after what nearly happened to me either."

"He's not here, Sirius. Voldemort's not here. He won't attend," Hermione promised gently, ignoring her overactive brain with practiced ease. "He's highly wanted by the Ministry. He would never be able to show his face at such a public event. And he's too prideful for Polyjuice. You're safe. I promise."

Sirius cocked his head to the side as if he couldn't understand her words. "I-I know."

"I would have never brought you here if I thought you'd be in any danger, you know that right?"

He nodded his head, his eyes were less glazed than he'd been a second ago. "Yeah, of course. Sorry. I'm fine." When she didn't look like she believed him, he took a deep breath in and out. "I promise." He spoke firmly this time with more assurance.

"Let's just get this over with, yeah?"

He nodded and kissed her on the cheek. "All right," he puffed up his chest and gave her his best smile.

Had she not seen his cold sweat a moment ago, she could have believed this confident Sirius quite easily. Was Sirius always this good at hiding his emotions? Or maybe he got a boost of confidence at a moment's notice, like how she knew some Gryffindors to be.

"Go down the hall and turn left. You'll see a white Fabergé egg, it's translucent and platinum. It's impossible to miss since it's encased in a glass case. Turn right, and four doors down the hall to your right should be where Lucius is, okay?" She quickly pulled him towards the door, missing the crinkle between Sirius's brows and the clench of his jaw. Luckily no elves were wandering the corridors to notice the young couple, so they immediately set off to their destinations in the large house.

Hermione watched with concern as Sirius turned the corner. It didn't escape her notice how many of her hallucinations faded away as she walked out of the study.

"Conclude your business with Narcissa early and investigate," Harry suggested, so she walked towards the room where Narcissa Black would be sitting, waiting for the moment to walk down the aisle to become a Malfoy.

She had the opportunity to look around the grandiose house as it prepared to welcome another Malfoy. The elves checked the details again and again until perfection to achieve the flawless image that the Blacks and Malfoys had spent generations to achieve, which meant that the extensive damage done by her Obscurus had been magically repaired as if a monstrous parasite hadn't been released a mere month ago.

This wedding was so different from the one she had with Ron. Set at the Burrow, they gave all their guests disposable cameras to take pictures of their favourite moments of the wedding so that they didn't have to bring in an outside source. It was both precious and a disaster. They couldn't use most of Arthur's pictures because he'd either cover the camera with his finger or accidentally take pictures of himself. Molly only took a total of four pictures, all blurry, George broke his camera within the first hour while throwing it around like a Quaffle, and Ginny finished her roll of pictures within 10 minutes. Hermione Granger's parents hadn't attended due to the irreversible memory charm she's placed, so it was just Ron's side of the family, some of their closest friends, and Harry. He walked her down the aisle and cried when giving her away. He was her Best Man, while George was Ron's.

Knock knock

"Yes?" Narcissa's soft voice called from within the room. Hermione walked in to see the glorious woman of the hour, the main character of the day, the bride in all her glory.

She was stunning. She was a classic and elegant type of beauty that screamed old money and royalty.

Her hair was combed neatly to the back of her head where an intricate updo was held together with small pearls. Her arched brows were neatly plucked, and mascara was expertly placed to frame her lovely grey eyes. The eyeshadow was light, browns and greys contoured her natural bone structure. She had what Hermione could only describe as Eurocentric-aristocratic features with her straight and narrow nose that slightly turned up at the end and a strong jawline that most of the Blacks tended to share. Her long and delicate neck led to her slender shoulders. It was still hours before the ceremony, so she had a crème-coloured silk robe on while her gorgeous gown was set aside on a mannequin. The delicate lace bodice had long sleeves and a high neckline that was likely custom fitted to her body, while the satin skirt wrapped tightly around what would be the narrowest part of her waist before pooling down around her. The veil was another thing of awe, fully vintage lace, it had a long train that stretched way past the hem of the dress.

"What are you doing here?!" The blond whirled around when she realized who'd just entered her room. She eyed Hermione's formal attire and her jaw slacked. "You're mad. You're absolutely mad! Get out! Leave now before I call someone!"

"Call who? No one's here yet, Narcissa. Not even your parents."

She trembled at her sight, watching her with worried eyes like the Obscurus would spew out of her at any second.

"I'm stable. Nothing is going to happen."

"A-are you here to st-stop the wedding?"

Hermione blinked, "Oh no. No no. Absolutely not. If I did, someone would be really mad at me."

"I-I suppose Sirius would be." Narcissa's shoulders dropped with relief.

Hermione nodded, although she had meant her hallucinations of Draco Malfoy. She sat down on an ottoman on the other side of the room, letting out a deep sigh. "I wish you'd believe me when I tell you that I have no plans of taking Lucius from you. I have never seen him in that way. We simply have a common goal."

"My marriage may be a politically arranged marriage and Lucius may not foster any care or love for me, but you are NOT the person that he should have common goals with," she seethed. "You are supposed to be nothing to him."

"Do not sell yourself so short. You will grow to mean much to him. He believes that affection can grow despite the lack of acquaintanceship between the two of you so far. He does not want a cold marriage like his parents."

"Because you know my husband soooo well, don't you, mudblood?" She whispered, but there was fury that bubbled beneath

"I'm sorry," Hermione apologized, realizing her mistake. "I'll leave. I just wanted to drop by to say thank you for that day. Initiation, I mean. You knew that I had entered the manor before, therefore I didn't need an elf. If you called my bluff that day, things might have gone more differently resulting in a lot more carnage."

"More carnage?"

"I know it doesn't seem like it, but that was a lot tamer than I expected. I thought at least a dozen people would die if I released my Obscurus, purely from the magical surge it would create. You know what they say, some people hold their magic in a teacup, while others a lake. I expected some of those with a teacup to simply…die."

"Yet you still released it in a room full of people." She looked adequately horrified with disbelief.

Hermione felt little to no remorse for her decision. Although Lucius had been part of the plans and agreed to the events of that day, mentioning his participation was not a good idea. "Now that you've met Voldemort, you know that he cannot be denied. It was what I was willing to risk to save Sirius from his clutches. Risks that I'm sure you'll make one day too."

"You did all of that because you wanted to save your boyfriend?"

Hermione simply smiled. "As a token of my gratitude, I brought you something. There's an old muggle tradition when it comes to weddings." She pulled out two items from her purse. "I'm assuming everything you're wearing is something new or family heirlooms so you've got something old covered as well. Here," she walked over to the beautiful girl with an outstretched arm and opened her hand. In the center of her calm was a beautiful butterfly hairpin made from blue gemstones. "This can be your something borrowed and something blue."

"Something borrowed and something blue? What are you talking about Mud—Evans."

"It's an old tradition where the bride is given 5 things: something old, new, borrowed, and blue to wish for good luck in the marriage. The old item gives protection to the baby to come, while the new is optimism for the future, borrowed is for luck, the blue represents purity and fidelity, and lastly, this," she gave her the second item. "A sixpence in your shoe for prosperity, although I'm not sure how much you guys need this."

"In my shoe?"

Hermione shrugged, "It rhymes."

Narcissa watched the beautiful redhead walk away as she promised. From the moment Lucius had declared her not to be touched back when she was 13, she loathed this girl for taking her fiancé's attention. She knew that the young girl had no interest in Lucius, but she hated the way she made Lucius look at her, the way she made everyone look at her: with intrigue and awe.

Her mother always told her that she had the looks to make men turn heads but lacked the charm to keep their interests. Bella had the opposite problem. Her beauty was harsh and intimidating, often turning heads away, but when the heads did turn, she could keep their eyes on her. Meda had been great at both, the perfect child…

The butterfly hairpin glinted beautifully in the sunlight, the blue contrasting wonderfully against her blond hair and pale skin. Her first wedding gift from the girl she hated was perfect, gifted with genuine wishes for her wedding and marriage rather than being laced with jealous malice.

"Thank you."

…

"Hello, Malfoy."

Lucius didn't seem surprised to see someone walk into his room, but he did seem surprised to see Sirius's face.

Sirius raised his brow when Malfoy immediately raised his wand. "So you knew that Hermione flooed into your home. You just didn't know it was with me."

Lucius glared at him, "I know everything that goes on in this house."

"Which means you knew that Hermione had entered your home during the Initiation too."

"Where is Evans?"

"Hermione is with my cousin. She said something about having gifts for the bride."

"Then why are you here?"

"Careful," Sirius's easy-going demeanour shifted, revealing the predatorial aura that Lucius had sensed the moment he walked in. "I only came here because Hermione promised that we'd be in and out and I also have something to tell you. You're about to be married, Malfoy, if you harbour anything for her, I'd advise you to let it go and throw it in the rubbish."

"I do not need advice from the likes of you," Lucius snarled. "And harbour feelings? Me? I'm not the one who comes to another man's house uninvited, especially on their wedding day. Don't you think you should be giving out your so-called advice to your girlfriend?"

Sirius's eyes twitched slightly, "My relationship with Hermione may have limits, but she's a muggleborn —not even of legal age yet—who walked into a room full of Death Eaters and the Volde-freak to save me. So, I can promise you that whatever our limits may be, they are not something that someone like you can break." He walked casually, lifting a glass from the bar cart and pouring himself a drink. "Taunt me all you want, tell me how many times she's visited this house, tell me how she's here on your wedding day. I. Don't. Care. I'm confident about her feelings for me because she's confident about my feelings for her." He gulped the firewhiskey down, allowing the fire to burn his rage away. "Maybe you don't need advice from someone like me, but I got the girl."

Sirius set down the present Hermione had gotten for the to-be newlyweds and walked away without looking back.

Lucius glared at the back of Sirius's head as the younger boy walked out, trying to bore holes in the skull with just his gaze. When the doors closed he waited for a few moments, secretly hoping to hear her outside the door or even better, hoping she would walk in after him, but nothing. He could sense that she was still in his house, but why hadn't she come to see him?

A few minutes ticked by, but it became clear she wasn't coming, so his eyes fell onto the gifts that she'd left via her dog. Despite having piles and piles of gifts surrounding him from many important and influential people, he didn't have the slightest desire to open any of them. But that little box on the table lured him like the forbidden fruit.

He opened the note first.

What to get someone that has everything and can get anything? It was a struggle, but I decided this was the best option. It's a set. Congratulations on your marriage. There's a little something of almost anything that's required daily and something extra to fulfill the things you required for a marriage.

From: Avery's puppeteer

P.S. Sorry for the damages from last time. I hope it didn't disrupt any wedding plans.

She did disrupt the wedding plans. It was supposed to be held in the grandest room of the Manor, which was the Ballroom, but now it was going to be held in the garden instead. It was still beautiful, of course, fitting for a summer wedding, but it broke generations of tradition.

"Fulfill things I required for marriage?" He wondered out loud. He opened the box to find vials and vials of potions. He wasn't the best potioneer, but even he could tell they were top-grade products. Everything from Pepper-up, Skele-Gro, Draught of Peace, Strengthening Solution, Sleeping Draught and so much more. Lucius unknowingly smiled at the thoughtful gift. Seeing how she signed off the letter, she must've made them all herself. How tedious and thoughtful. He didn't know if anyone had ever put this much effort and time into giving him a gift.

He continued to look through the impressive pile that never seemed to end when he realized that the box must be bigger on the inside. (AN: anyone a Doctor Who fan?) Lucius stopped when he got to the last potion on the bottom of the box. A fertility potion. He was flabbergasted by its presence among the other potions but stopped when it clicked.

"Good family, beautiful, magical, and healthy to bear children." That was what he'd told her years ago when she asked him what he required in a marriage. They'd talked about love that day too, she laughed when he called it abusive. It was the first time he'd made her laugh.

"Healthy to bear children." He whispered as he glanced back at the card she'd left with her gift. He laughed.

No one else would give him a present like this. The business within the bedroom was very taboo amongst purebloods, so it felt almost fitting for her to be the one to give this gift. The girl that went against all norms.

"Well played, Hermione Evans."

…

Sirius walked into the study once more, only to catch Hermione closing a drawer quickly upon his return.

"She's hiding something! She's cheating on you! Or worse, she's helping the Death Eaters and feeding them information!" Sirius's intrusive thoughts exploded again. A heaviness weighed in his heart as he watched Hermione give him her practiced smile. The previous confidence he'd displayed in front of Lucius disappeared into thin air leaving him jealous, suspicious, and insecure.

"Hey," she walked over to him. "So you gave him the gift?"

"What were you doing?"

Sirius regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. It wasn't so much the question, but the tone of his question revealed his suspicion and distrust.

Hermione's brow raised slightly, "I was looking for something."

He bit his tongue when the next string of aggressive words tried to leave his mouth before he could stop them.

"Did you give Narcissa all the things you needed to give her?"

She nodded, "She was surprisingly receptive to them, I thought she'd give a little more push. It wasn't until the very end that I got kicked out of the room."

"Wow," his voice dripped with sarcasm. "Why are we here again, if no one is going to appreciate our gifts or presence?"

"I thought I could impart some gratitude and reassurance. I'm not sure I managed to do either."

"We might've done a better job if we'd switched targets."

"Oh? Should I give Lucius a try then?" She pretended to try and walk out of the study once more when Sirius hooked his arm around her waist and dragged her back to his chest. She let out a squeak when she nearly tripped over the long dress she was wearing, landing straight on his chest. Sirius's sturdy body gave her the support she needed to stand properly on her feet, but she decided to lean for a little while. He was so warm beneath his handsome formal robes.

"Let's fuck in Malfoy's study." He whispered in her ear. "I'm fully recovered now, and I fucking need you." He licked the helix of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Hm, that's romantic," she spoke sarcastically while pushing him half-heartedly.

"I can cast a meteorology spell and we can kiss and fuck under the rain, but I feel like that's a bit too messy inside the study with all these books and parchment, don't you think?"

She snorted, "We'll be late." She tried to push him harder this time, only for Sirius to pull her closer.

"I'm sure your friend won't mind. We can be quick." He promised. "Don't you want me, Hermione? Don't you burn for me the way I burn for you?" His hot hands cupped her breasts through the dress and squeezed them gently.

"Sirius!" She moaned in surprise. It's been so long without his touch like this. She'd missed him. All the reasons not to suddenly didn't seem to matter so much when her incredibly sexy boyfriend was panting for her. She could feel him getting hard, poking her from behind already.

She unconsciously rotated her hips into him, eliciting a long and hungry moan.

"Please say yes, please please please please." He whispered desperately. "I need you so bad."

No. "Yes."

Like a switch, Sirius turned from a whining puppy to a dominant alpha wolf. He turned her around and picked her up off the floor. He walked her to a corner slightly away from direct view of the door, then pressed her into the bookshelf behind them. They knocked a few books off the shelf, but neither of them noticed, too busy kissing passionately and battling for dominance. When Hermione finally let him win, she soaked in his attention, adoration, and pleasure he willingly gave her in abundance.

"He loves you."

Her mother's words echoed in her mind, bringing tears to her eyes. She closed them to prevent them from falling, instead focusing on the sensation of pleasure.

"Mmmmm" She pressed her lips together to push down the shout of ecstasy when his hand found its way up her leg and touched her warm and already very wet core over her thin knickers.

"Is this for me?" He smirked. He sounded too cocky for her liking, so she reached down between them and touched the aching bulge in his pants.

"This for me, baby?"

"Damn fucking right." He pressed himself into her hands harder. "All of this is because of you. For you."

He slipped one of his beautiful long fingers into her, and her eyes rolled back while a loud gasp escaped her. Sirius clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Shhhh, my love." He coaxed, as he slowly plunged his finger deeper and deeper into her. He reached the area where he knew she was sensitive. He slowly added another finger with ease, lining it up next to the first finger. Ever so infuriatingly slowly he started pumping his two fingers in and out of her, his fingers only grazing the sensitive area.

"Hrmghh" She whined. Hermione tried to roll her hips into his fingers, only for him to stop her.

"Easy, love. Easy. You'll get there, I promise." He placed a thumb on her clit and grazed it ever so slightly. Maybe it was because it'd been so long without his touch, but electricity shocked through her causing her whole body to shake from the pleasure.

Sirius let out a husky laugh, "Already?" He felt her gush. "I've barely started and you're already at the finish line? We can't have that." He continued to work his magical fingers, riding out her orgasm's waves.

"Oh my god. Ah ah ah ah, I'm gonna cum again Sirius!"

"Good girl."

Her laboured breath started skipping, she raked her fingers through his short hair and gripped it tightly as she silently screamed during her second orgasm.

"I-I n-need to rest." She stuttered as the peak of pleasure died down. Her mind was swirling with mindless pleasure, she could barely talk and breathe, let alone think.

"You said we're late, so no time for rest." He picked her up once more and gently laid her stomach down on the cold hardwood floor. She didn't have much time to react to the sudden position and temperature change because Sirius lifted her ass into the air and spread her legs.

"Oh, you have no idea how many nights I've dreamt of this love." He flipped her skirt up and kissed her dripping pussy. Just as she gasped, he smacked her arse.

"Sirius!"

"Shhhh, wouldn't want someone to walk in, would you?"

"Well, I wouldn't be so loud if—oh my fucking god." She cut herself off as Sirius pushed his hot stiff cock in one smooth stroke.

"There is no god here, my love." He whispered into her ear, then bit her earlobe as he pulled out and sunk in once more.

"Arhgmmm." Hermione bit her lower lip, her pussy and clit were still swollen and sensitive from her previous orgasms and the pressure started to grow in her lower abdomen once more.

"Fucking hell, Hermione, you feel so fucking good." He panted. He lifted her upper body so that they were both on their knees. She was practically sitting on him as he entered at a slowly increasing speed.

Sirius snaked one of his hands down to her sensitive nub, while the other travelled up to her neck. He didn't squeeze but just held it there, hesitant to do much else. Hermione appreciated the sentiment. They'd never done this before and to suddenly add choking without consent could frighten her, but after so much assertiveness, Sirius's hesitation felt like a cold splash of reality that she didn't want. She wrapped her hands around the hand on her neck and squeezed herself for him, stopping at the pressure that felt comfortable, but still exciting. Quick to understand, Sirius kept that pressure around her neck as he thrust deeply into her wet warmth, which Hermione met with each stroke trying to work him even deeper.

"Ri-right there," she begged. "Yes, Sirius. Right there. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Release was a heartbeat away for both of them when they heard the door of the study click. Hermione scrambled to get up, but Sirius couldn't move, not when he was only a thrust or two away from orgasm. He pushed her head back to the floor and he lay low as he rammed up into her with two punishing thrusts.

They both silently came. She clamped down around him, pulsing around his cock as he spilled himself into her in silent ecstasy.

With shaking legs, he stood up first while Hermione undid her mess of a half-up hairdo and ran her fingers through her hair as she picked up the books from the ground.

"Sirius, you must be careful with other people's belongings." She attempted to sound stern, but her voice was breathy and hoarse. She cleared her throat as if nothing was out of the ordinary and slowly turned her gaze to the door where Lucius stood frozen at the door.

"Lucius," Hermione casually greeted, pushing down the urge to blush and look away. "We were just about to leave."

"You were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago." His voice was monotone, but his blue-grey eyes burned with white-hot anger.

"I'm sorry, I just remembered that you said I could look at some of the books here, so I got distracted."

He narrowed his eyes. "I'd almost believe you if it was just you here, but your boyfriend's incapability to keep a straight face sells you out. And the room also smells like sex."

This time, unable to hide her sheer embarrassment she looked away as her cheeks burned. She opened her mouth to form some sort of excuse, but no words, no thought came to mind. Granted, what did people say when they got caught red-handed having sex in someone else's study?

"I'm sorry." She put her head down in shame. "I have no excuse. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"I have a pretty good idea," Lucius responded to her, but his eyes trailed towards Sirius who was straightening out his robes. "Black, step out for a minute."

"What?! No!"

"Sirius," Hermione nudged, "why don't you floo ahead? I'll follow you soon."

"What? Hermione, I'm not leaving you alone with him. Don't you know he—"

"SIRIUS." She stopped him. "Please. Two minutes. I'll follow you after 2 minutes."

Sirius glanced back and forth between the two, but he couldn't say no to her begging eyes.

"Two minutes," he agreed. He walked to the floo, "Lovegood House!"

"Lovegood House?" Lucius inquired casually, as he filled a glass of firewhiskey and drank it all in one gulp.

"My friend, Pandora. She's getting married to Xenophilius Lovegood today. Apparently, today's a good day to get married, Venus is high in the sky, maximizing the love, or something of the sort."

"I didn't know you knew Divination."

Hermione stared at the blond who drank another glass of Firewhiskey in one large gulp. She wanted to say something about his drinking, but she'd just been caught having sex in his study, so she bit her tongue and remained quiet.

"Thank you for the gift."

Hermione blinked, "Oh, you're welcome. I hope they come in handy someday."

"I'm sure they will. That one potion in particular."

Hermione let out a small smile, but her body was still stiff from this unnatural conversation.

"Your hair is a mess, come here." She didn't move. "I don't bite. Come here."

She shuffled her legs there, feeling Sirius's cum leak down her leg as she did so. She felt her face burn with embarrassment once more.

"Turn around." She frowned with confusion but did as she was told.

Fingers raked her scalp, causing shivers to travel down her spine and jump.

"Wha—" he placed his hands on her shoulder to keep her facing away. Once he was certain she wouldn't run away, he raked his long nails into her scalp, combing her hair once more, feeling the sweat trapped between her scalp and her hair.

"I have long hair too," his voice was so low that she almost couldn't understand him. "I can put it up for you. You had a half-up hairstyle, wasn't it?"

Humiliation burned through her as she took a huge step away. She thought she and Sirius ducked quickly enough, but it was clear that Lucius had seen them before they hid. His eyes were dilated, his breath, heavier than it should be.

"I'm leaving." Hermione rushed to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder. Just as she was about to throw it into the fireplace, Lucius's voice stopped her.

"I told you I understood, didn't I?" Lucius smirked. "Hermione, don't you feel it when you step into the room? The subtle heaviness? I even get voices in my head that voice out my strongest desires, and the urge…Hermione, the urge." His voice shook. "If I followed it, it would reveal my biggest secrets and weaknesses. What great power it has."

It?

"I received a journal."

Hermione whipped around quickly, spilling the Floo powder in her hands.

"A reward for my actions from the Dark Lord. He liked how I was the only one who didn't freeze in fear when your Obscurus revealed itself. Action driven, he called me."

"Where—"

"Regulus has also fully healed from his mother's punishment for trying to free his brother during the Initiation. I hadn't heard from him after I notified him of his brother's escape that day with your Protean charm, but I guess both Black brothers are doing just fine. Our lessons with your Slytherin boys can continue."

Lucius didn't want her to talk, but he also didn't want her to leave. His urges were her.

"Septe—"

"Hermione—"

"September," she spoke over him this time, "is just around the corner. Training with the boys will continue at Hogwarts. Leave the journal where it is. Try not to enter this room, don't touch it or those urges you're talking about? It will possess you, make you do it, but you won't have any memories. As for you Malfoy," she turned around, her face and eyes devoid of emotion. "Enjoy your honeymoon with your bride."

Lucius clenched his jaw as his beautiful muggleborn disappeared in roaring green fire.

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AN: Hey everyone! Timing is a funny thing, I am also attending a wedding next week as the maid of honour, so I will be very busy. Which is why I'm afraid that there will be no chapter next week! Sorry everyone!