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Warnings: Rated M for language, violence and scenes of a sexual nature in later chapters.

A/N: This chapter contains hot hot heat, a.k.a smutty smut-smut.If you don't like that kind of stuff, don't read it and then complain cause ya learned something new.

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WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER:

Please note this chapter may include scenes of a sexual nature, including implied sexual activity as well as highly descriptive language, so if that's not your thing, move along.

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Chapter Seventeen: Match Meet Gasoline

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Harry stepped through the doorway into the DMLE, his eyes immediately going to his godfather across the floor. He jerked his head at Sirius, indicating for him to see him in his office. A few minutes later the taller Auror had stepped into his office and Harry locked and spelled the door for privacy.

"So what exactly happened?" he asked Sirius, who was already bouncing on his heels. Harry had had an angry floo call earlier in the morning, after something had happened to Sirius and Hermione on their morning run. "Start from the beginning and Sirius, calm down. Take a seat," said Harry kindly, guiding his godfather by his shoulder to a chair and perching on the edge of his desk.

"We went for a run," said Sirius. "Hermione usually goes in the evenings after work, but we haven't been able to do one together in a while so we went this morning instead, and thank Merlin I was there."

Something had felt off from the beginning, Sirius told Harry, but couldn't peg what it was. The couple ran for a while until Hermione needed to stop to retie her shoelaces. They'd stopped just off the path, under a tree, and that's when Sirius' instincts kicked in. "The hairs stood up on the back of my neck, and I don't know why but I looked up and saw it; a big black raven perched on the branch right above us, and it was staring. Harry, I promise you, I'm not easily frightened but it scared the hell out of me. I don't think I've ever turned into Padfoot that fast."

He'd managed to attack the bird, injuring it's left wing, but it got away. "The thing is, Harry, Hermione doesn't normally run in the mornings, with or without me. Which means whoever it was, they've been watching us. They would have had to have seen us leave Grimmauld."

Harry's heart sunk. He'd always had a soft spot for Hermione, thinking of her as the sister he never had. Over the years it had become difficult to seperate his relationship with her from best friend, to brother. Either aspect of him hated the idea that she was possibly being targeted but it was his brotherly instinct that came out in full force. "How's Hermione doing?" he asked.

"She was shaken, but we parted ways in the Atrium she was doing okay. I think I managed to convince her that whatever's going on with this bird, it's probably to do with me since it showed up at my bedroom window the first time. I told her it's probably to do with my Auror work. She's not happy about that either, obviously, but she seemed more angry than scared about it." Sirius scratched his knee. "What do you think we're looking at?" he asked lightly, such a cautiously hopeful look on his face that Harry couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Stick with that," he said. "It's possible that it was for you. Remember Mitchells was attacked last week and Jordan the week before. Both small incidents, not much bigger than yours, and they've both being making a lot of arrests as well. Not the bird," he added, before Sirius could ask. "So that's what we say at the next Order meeting. Regardless, we don't have a raven Animagus on record. I'm sure if it was any of the big fish we'd have some intel on that by now. It must be someone working with them."

"Civilian?" said Sirius, frowning. They had come across some Pureblood sympathisers on their missions who were clear out of their minds, but never actively attacking Aurors and Order members.

"Could be. Thinking it's more like an underling. With Voldemort gone, someone - probably more than one of them - in this lot must be vying for top dog position. We've been picking up a lot of small-time additions to the Dark side. Could be one of those."

Sirius let out a long, low breath, running his fingers through his hair.

"Look," said Harry. "The best thing you can do for the both of you is carry on as normal. Stay vigilant of course, but Hermione should be doing that too, as an Order member. If you act nervous though, she'll pick up on that. Why don't you guys do something together this evening, go see a muggle movie or something?" he asked. "You liked that the last time."

Sirius shifted in his chair, his focus suddenly shifting. "Ah, yes, well, we've already got plans so it shouldn't be too difficult to distract us."

"Oh yes! Actually I remember, Remus mentioned it. Well I hope everything goes well!" said Harry, wondering why Sirius froze up briefly, looking at him rather strangely.

"Um, thanks?" said his godfather. Grey eyes looked everywhere except directly at Harry, and Harry was just about to ask him what was going on when a delivery owl pecked at his door, and the conversation was dropped.

On the cool, darkened ninth floor of the Ministry, Hermione was at her desk, steadily working her way through a pile of research. The Department of Mysteries was always pin-drop silent unless and experiment was taking place, and even then, it was usually relegated to one of the testing rooms. Hermione though the silence would make her dwell on what had happened that morning, but it was actually so peaceful and absorbing that she declined morning tea out, asking Mari to bring her a sandwich on the way back instead.

Despite the events of that morning, about which she felt both scared and furious - how dare anyone threaten Sirius? - she couldn't help but feel distracted by the prospect of the evening ahead. Sirius had told her Remus 'suggestion', and though she'd been a little embarassed, she was more relieved and excited than anything else. Thinking about it made her shift in her chair though, and she found herself curling a lock of hair around a finger more than once.

Just then the door opened and Marietta stepped through, wisps of her blonde hair plastered to her forehead, her robes windswept. "Raining out?" asked Hermione quizzically. Apart from their incident, the morning weather had predicted a rather nice day.

"Nope," said Mari, and Hermion pegged.

"If I told you I'd have to Obliviate you," they chorused as one.

"But I do have something for you," said Mari excitedly, reaching into her robe pocket and pulling out a small roll of parchement. "There was an owl waiting outside for you, with this." She handed over the roll, practically humming with intrigue. "It looks like a love letter." Hermione arched an eyebrow at Mari as she hovered next to her.

"Do you mind?" she said, laughing when Mari pouted a little and took a few steps back to lean against her own desk. Even though she was aware of her co-worker's eyes on her, Hermione couldn't help a secretive smile when she pulled the red binding ribbon and opened the thick, creamy parchment to reveal a note written in Sirius' beautiful cursive. It was a skill he bemoaned as the result of growing up nearly royal, but Hermione loved it. Looped across the paper were two short sentences:

Join me for a sinfully leisurely lunch?

I'll be waiting in the Atrium.

He'd written it as a question, but Hermione knew it was just a formality. And he'd signed the parchment Jack Sparrow, the cheeky git. She smiled, her heart beating a thrilled tattoo against her chest, and began packing her things up immediately.

"Well?!" said Marietta. "Don't leave me in suspense here! Is it what I think it is? Is it a Hot Date?" she said with an exaggerated wink, and Hermione rolled her eyes at her, unable to wipe the grin off her own face.

"You could say that," she said, picking up her bag.

"So mysterious Hermione," joked Marietta.

"Well we are Unspeakables darling," Hermione shot back as she left the room.

"I expect a full report Monday morning," called Mari after her, sniggering. "Post practical research! Measurable results!"

She entered the Atrium, casting her eyes about until she spotted her wizard. He drew a handsome figure in his Auror robes, his locks in glossy waves and his jaw stubbled. She admired him as she approached him, her heart singing with the knowledge that tonight, her thoughts would not be leaving her wanting. Sirius looked composed, but she recognised the darkness in his grey eyes and knew he was just as affected as she.

The restaurant he'd chosen was a small Italian family-owned place in a comfortably busy muggle area. They were seated outside, and were enjoying second glasses of wine after a scrumptious, sinfully long afternoon lunch - just as Sirius had promised. As it was heading towards the end of summer and into autumn, the air was a little chillier, the trees on the verge of turning. As a gentle breeze ruffled through their hair, the pair exchanged little knowing smiles and touches.

At a table near them, another couple were having an obvious Romantic Date. The man handed the woman a rose, kissing her knuckled. He topped her wine up, then pulled out a piece of paper and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.

Sirius nodded slightly towards them. "Is that what you want?" he asked Hermione. "Wine and flowers and poetry?" he asked her.

"No," she said, smirking. "I like whatever you do." He jumped as he felt her small, stockinged foot inching up the inside of his calf and reached down to grab the offending body part.

"Saucy wench," he growled under his breath, and she laughed. "I believe you're trying to seduce me Miss. Granger." His strong fingers massaged the instep of her sole and she let out a small moan, butterflies gathering in her stomach at the thought of those fingers on other parts of her body.

"Are you full?" he asked her suddenly serious, his eyes betraying his anxiety to have her home and in his bed.

"I could eat you all up," she said in response, shivering when he pushed her foot against the inside of his thigh.

"That's it!" he said, getting up and smashing a handful of muggle money onto the table, at least twenty pounds too much. "We're going home."

Waiting for Tonks to get out of the house was pure torture. Knowing exactly what she was doing, the Metamorphagus took her time getting things together for Teddy's and her stay over at her mother's. By the time the two Lupins were actually on their way out the front door, Sirius and Hermione were hovering around the entrance-way, rather obviously.

"My goodness, what a reception," teased Tonks, ignoring her cousin's scowl. "Well I hope you both have a very good night," she said, winking. "Just not on the kitchen counter, mind you." They said their goodbyes, leaving through the front door, Teddy's little voice jabbering away until the door closed behind them and everything was quiet once more.

"Well," said Hermione. "Kitchen counter indeed. No sense of decorum whatsoever."

"Very uncouth," Sirius agreed. "It's not like we can't control ourselves or anything." \

The two of them shared a look, and then he was pressing her up against the wall right there besides the closed front door. They were kissing so passionately that they knocked a small portrait clear off the wall and it's inhabitant complained bitterly. Sirius shoved it aside with his foot, ignoring the tiny yells coming from the dour old wizard in the frame. "I'm your great great grand-uncle, you uncultured twit!" it yelled.

Then they were suddenly upstairs in his bedroom, and Hermione would've thought they'd Apparated if she didn't know it wasn't possible in the house. She closed the door behind them and watched as Sirius flustered around. "What in the world are you looking for?" she asked, and he mumbled something about candles. She sighed.

"Sirius. I'm not some little virgin. I don't need roses and candles and soft music. I want you. As for foreplay... I think the last several months have been enough, don't you?"

He stilled for a beat, looking at her blankly, the said, "Oh thank fuck." He began pulling his shirt off wildly and she laughed, a tinkling sound that filled the room as she got to work on her own clothes. Sirius pulled off his jeans and boxers in one go, nearly tripping over them, and his penis bobbed free so hard it smacked his stomach with a 'thwack' – they were both laughing at the sheer desperation of it all. Hermione was standing against the side of the bed in nothing more than her underwear, her lip between her teeth as she looked over her wizard with unbridled hunger.

Sirius strode towards her, two long strides and he was unhooking her bra, looking down at her with eyes as dark as ink. She sat on the bed, moving backwards until she was propped up on her elbows, watching his eyes wander over her bare skin, down to her knickers visibly soaked with desire. With a mischievous smirk, he grabbed her hips, yanking her towards his so she fell flat on her back. She squealed, giggling and he grinned at her, admiring the way her breasts bounced. He wasted no time in getting on the bed, and hooked his fingers into the sides of her knickers, pulling them off in one motion and flinging them heedleslly behind him.

Sirius mouth watered at the sight and scent of her completely bare before him. "You've got such a pretty pussy," he breathed, sliding one finger over her and groaning at how wet she was, how she gasped as he grazed her clit. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a hard, greedy kiss, and then she was giving back as good as she got, sliding her hot little tongue into his mouth and any ideas he had about taking it slow were quickly ebbing away.

He ran his hands and eyes all over her, unable to choose. He was cupping the curves of her waist, rubbing his thumbs over the smooth flesh of her stomach as he dove to lick at her nipples, inflamed by her uninhibited moans of pleasure. Meanwhile, she dug her nails into his back, leaving little half-moon scratches in his skin. He licked, nibbled and sucked his way down from her lips, over her neck and breasts, but then her hand was in his hair, tugging him up.

She looked up at him, his beautiful face full of want, his mouth open and panting with questioning eyes. "Don't make me wait any more," she said throatily. "I want you inside me," she whispered. He licked his bottom lip, raking his eyes over her face as he gripped his cock and slid it between her folds, covering himself in her wetness before slipping down further. He pushed into her bit by bit, making them both moan and gasp with every new inch, and he couldn't hold back the cry when Hermione wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, letting him sink quickly and fully into her tightness. All the blood in his body rushed to the place they were connected and the instinct to thrust took over.

"Oh, yes," moaned Hermione, and by the noises of pleasure she was making, the twist of her lovely face, he knew she was right there in that moment with him.

"I want to see," he said and changed positions, kneeling while he held her legs around his waist and she raised herself up on her elbows. He was panting, a fine sheen of sweat over his taut belly and chest and his cock was deliciously thick. She had never felt this full before.

The first thrust in this new position had her almost falling back; he hit a spot inside her that made the edges of her vision go black and she cried out. "Oh gods, babe," he moaned, in response. She moved her eyes between his face and where he pushed in and out; there was something exciting and naughty about the way he was mesmerised by the sight of them joining. A few minutes of this was too intense, and he dropped forward again, tucking his face beside her into her neck.

They settled into a quickly building rythymn that had them both crying and gasping each time he bottomed out, grinding into her as her hips lifted greedily towards his. The erotic sound of their coupling, skin on skin and the creak of the overtaxed bed filled the room for long minutes as they tried to prolong their pleasure even as they rushed towards their conclusion.

Sirus was close, trying hard to hold out to make sure Hermione had her pleasure. He felt the squeeze of her sleeve around his cock now and then, and the expression her face told him she was climbing. He grimaced with effort. "Babe, I'm gonna come." He nipped at her neck, harder as their passion spiralled out of control.

"Yes," she cried, driven to the pinnacle of excitement . "Inside me," she managed to get out, and he came so hard it almost hurt, grunting as he shot into her with every pulse of his orgasm. "Hermione, gods, yes baby. Fuck!"

And then she was right there with him and the sight and feel of her entire body arching up, gasping, moaning and shuddering, squeezing around him as she gripped the sheets with one hand and his bicep with the other, drew his own pleasure out and he ground into her desperately.

Eventually they slowed, falling to their sides even as they remained joined and panting. He stroked her face; they were both trembling from exertion and emotions. That moment lingered, fragile between them as they shared breath. "Wow," he croaked, stroking her hair. Hermione smiled, that secret smile she kept only for him. "Mmm."

Any thoughts about post-coital cuddling or chatting went out the window; after such an ethusiastic coming together after so many months of wanting, they both drifted into asleep almost immediately, tangled together in his king-sized bed. They awoke some hours later, in the dark. "Again?" said Hermione, as he ran his lips over her neck in open-mouthed kisses. "You never have to ask, sweetheart," he groaned, and for the rest of the night the world was narrowed down to just the two of them in their bed.

"Sirius!" said Molly, smiling up at him. They were all over at the Burrow for a Sunday lunch. It was the first Sunday in a long while that almost everyone had been able to make the afternoon. "I've been wondering what the renovations are," asked the plump, short witch. Sirius wrinkled his face up in bewilderment. "Eh?"

"Remus said you closed Grimmauld off Friday night to sort out some important renovations."

Thanks a lot, Moony.

"Er yeah, we er, moved some paintings," he said, at a complete loss, casting his eyes about in the hopes of finding a small child that needed immediate adult attention. Unfortunately, even Albus was passed out in George's arms.

"Moving paintings?" repeated Molly, her brow wrinkling alarmingly. Just as he was thinking about confessing, Sirius smelled coconut, and Hermione entered his little private hell.

"That, and we did some extension work on the upstairs bedrooms," said Hermione smoothly. "Took hours, we were simply exhausted by the end of it."

Sirius eyebrows went up and he tried so hard to suppress the bark of laughter that it came out as a little 'toot' instead, and then he really started sniggering.

"Really Sirius, you need to drink a little more tea and a little less Firewhiskey," admonished Molly. She turned to Hermione. "Well that sounds lovely Hermione, I'd love to see it sometime. I'd be happy to help if you ever need my assistance. I'm quite handy at extension spells you know."

Tears were forming in the corners of Sirius' eyes.

"Um, of course Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione, using the cover of their arms to jab Sirius in the side. There was a hiss, and the sniggering stopped abruptly.

Suddenly Ginny entered the living room, her face ashen, her arms curved protectively around her belly. James was clinging to her leg. "Ginny? Darling what's wrong, is it the baby?" said Mrs. Weasley, a little hysterically. Sirius shared a worried glance with Hermione.

"No," said Ginny. "I just got a Patronus. Harry's been attacked."

A/N: We go high, we go low...