Chapter 2

Hermione was pretty confident nobody else in the house knew about her tryst with Harry. However, it was impossible to keep the fact they were now in a relationship a secret. So they didn't.

"So," Sirius began, but Harry shook his head.

"Not making a big deal out of it," he stated. He sat down next to Hermione, and ran his hand down her back possessively. She shivered, and leaned in against him.

"Well, nothing like your dad, but I respect that," Sirius said, "he crowed from the roof tops when he and your mum started dating."

"Not nearly as loudly as you did when they were engaged," Remus pointed out wryly. Sirius sniffed.

"Excuse me for being a good friend and godfather!" Sirius huffed.

Molly shook her head fondly, as Harry grinned at this kind of talk. Even so, she gave the new couple the evil eye.

"Now, I trust you two will behave yourselves here, right?" Molly said. Sirius frowned, looking offended.

"Molly, they are under my roof-"

"I'm just warning them, Sirius!" Molly said defensively.

"It's all right, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, fighting her blush as Harry's hand rested against the small of her back, "we're... Going to be responsible."

"Good to hear," Sirius said with a bark of laughter, "no need to restart the Potter family right away!"

"SIRIUS!" Molly groaned.

Hermione was bright red as well... But she felt herself grow wet at the thought. Harry's hand against the small of her back sent ripples through her spine. She already had his seed inside her... She hadn't gotten a birth control potion yet...

Her inner female so desperately wanted to be bred. To have her strong, powerful mate make new life inside her. Her hand drifted to his thigh and squeezed...

Mrs. Weasley rummaged through her bag, and pulled out a few bottles with stoppers in them. Each was marked "Moon Potion", and she set them on the table.

"Just in case," Molly sighed, "here. One will last about one month. I'll teach you the recipe too."

"MUM!" Ron and Ginny shrieked. Ginny covered her face.

"Why do you have those things?!" Ginny cried.

Molly snorted.

"My 'Outstanding' in my Potions NEWTS isn't going to maintain itself! And you should always be prepared!" She scolded. "Here, Ginny, take one."

"MUM!" Ginny cried, "I'm not that-I mean I'm not-!"

"Well, it'll manage your period at least," Tonks said, grabbing a few with a beam, "thanks Mrs. Weasley!"

"You're welcome dear," Molly smiled. She cast a glare at her children.

"At least someone appreciates what I do!"

"Ugh, we didn't need to know that," Fred groaned.

"But we always suspected," George moaned.

Hermione took the bottle, and managed a nod.

"Th-Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said. Harry's face was bright red... But she saw the same longing in his eyes.

It was brief, and he hid it away while laughing at Sirius and Remus' teasing, but Hermione was sure...

She immediately pulled the stopper out of the potion, and drank the contents down. When she lowered the bottle, Ron was gaping at her in shock and confusion. She shrugged, and plugged the stopper back up.

"Better safe than sorry," she squeaked. Harry groaned, as the twins began teasing him. But he didn't take his hand away from the small of her back.

That quiet act of confidence made her blush more severe, but despite instinct being overruled... Her inner woman was pleased.

Ron was decidedly anti-social for the next few days, and Harry understood why. It wasn't like he was shy about his feelings towards Hermione. She loved when he was confident, cool and intense. And he relished the freedom, the ability to touch her anywhere, any time.

His arm found its way around her waist or shoulders as they sat in the library, or relaxed in the den. Her hand found his when they walked together in the hallways of Grimmauld Manor. He brushed her hair behind her ears, and her fingers lingered over his forehead.

To just be able to touch someone, and be touched so lovingly in return... It was almost alien in concept to Harry. The sex was incredible, but this...?

This was most addictive. And if Ron couldn't accept that, then... Too bad. But he wasn't going to give this up.

That said... God, all these stupid visitors made it impossible for them to be alone long enough to have sex again! That was frustrating!

Oh yes, kissing Hermione and cuddling with Hermione was amazing. But after banging her like a drum, good Lord, how he longed to do it again!

Mrs. Weasley had seemingly made it her mission in life to interfere! Did the woman have a cockblocking spell or what?!

Sirius was happy to just laugh and encourage them, but... He needed to take this more seriously!

So, Harry had to let Sirius in on the situation.

He cornered him in an old office, where Sirius was going through some dusty papers. Harry frowned, looking around the dismal den.

"Sirius?"

"Oh, hey Harry," Sirius sighed, "just looking through a bunch of my father's old papers." He sighed and sat back in a high backed leather armchair. "Something useful to do, I guess. Since I'm stuck here."

Harry frowned.

"You sure you can't go out at all?" Harry asked. Sirius snorted.

"Dumbledore's orders," he grumbled. "There is a 'kill on sight' order on me."

Harry frowned.

"What about in France?" Harry suggested. "I mean, you could pop over there, right? I don't really know how extradition laws work in the Wizarding World."

Sirius hummed, and then chuckled. He shook his head, and looked back at Harry.

"You trying to get rid of me, kid?"

"No!" Harry said, "just that... I know what it's like to be imprisoned... 'For my own good.'"

Sirius stared at Harry for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Yeah," he said, "I take it you're not very happy with the adults in your life, huh?"

"Well... Some of them," Harry admitted. Sirius grinned, and clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah... I think a trip to France might do me good. Sure isn't much to do around here," he admitted. "But before I go... You want help with Hermione, don't you?"

Harry gaped, and took a step back in shock.

"Wha-How did you-?!"

Sirius laughed again.

"Come on Harry! I was young once, too! And you two aren't exactly the most covert," he said with a wink. "Hermione's pretty good at hiding bite marks, but... I could smell it."

Harry blushed, and rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"Er, well, uh... That is-"

"Harry," Sirius said, resting his hands on Harry's shoulders, "I'm happy for you. You both... Deserve whatever happiness you can get."

Harry flushed, and nodded.

"Yeah... About that... I need uh... We need some... Time? Alone?"

Sirius winked.

"Gotcha. Just leave everything to ol' Padfoot, Harry."