Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 8,361
Last Edit Date: 11/23/2008 (link fixed)
Clean-up editing: 04/23/2009
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This chapter is dedicated to Bob who wanted a little more romance in the story. Remember, this is Sirius' version of romance. This chapter also isn't so blatant with its sexual content, it alludes to it more so you can use your imagination (I know you have it!).
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Soniab – Thank-you so much for your review!
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Anon – OK, I agree with you. My chapters were too long. Therefore, I split many of the chapters to make for easier reading. I've gone from 5 chapters to 9...
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Roxie – I know, isn't it awful how she's having to deal with all of this? I'm just tossing all kinds of nastiness at her, aren't I? Sirius is one mixed-up guy and Kreacher's just a huge prick (pun intended) egging on his mental problems. Moody can't see her because he isn't specifically looking for her there (remember, in OotP, Moody had to be told where to look for that bogart before he could find it and identify it) and because the room is hidden (as in, secret-keeper type spells). Great question though! I hope this chapter meets with your approval, I've been dying to put it up since I read your review...
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WesleyY7 – I plan to do more with Kreacher and his subliminals with Hermione! And thanks for reminding me to mention the new additions to chapter 2!
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Chapter 10 – Cherry Cake

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Story Date: September 19, 1995

The sun wasn't up yet when Sirius silently entered his slave room, wanting to surprise Hermione for her birthday. To his great relief, the others in the house had all left for the day, leaving him alone, making it easier to be with his Kitten without having to make excuses as to why he disappeared. Today was September 19th and he wanted to start her day off special. He found her still asleep, curled up under the covers; little wisps of hair framing her face, moving rhythmically, timed to her breathing.

He looked darkly at the other figure in the bed. He noted how his Kitten lay on the edge of the bed, seeming to try, in her sleep, to stay as far away as possible from Kreacher. He couldn't wait for the day when he would be able to banish Kreacher forever, making her his and only his. He wanted to be the only one sleeping with her. The only one touching her. The only one, period.

Silently, Sirius woke Kreacher and signaled for him to leave. Once he was gone, Sirius disrobed, lifted the covers, and gingerly slid into the bed so as not to wake the girl. He carefully pulled Hermione towards the middle of the bed until her back was against his chest so he could hold her close to him. He felt her snuggle back against him in her sleep and smiled. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, his arms wrapped around her possessively, relaxing until he, too, fell asleep.

A few hours later, Hermione began to rouse from her slumber. She was comfortably warm and snuggled back towards the source of warmth. With alarm, she realized she was against another body and pulled away, thinking she was up against Kreacher, and tried to climb out of the bed. She felt long, strong arms grabbing her, trying to pull her back.

“Baby, it's me! Hermione! Come on, hon, it's only me.” It was Master Sirius, his voice groggy as he fought to wake up.

“Master? I didn't know it was you! I'm sorry! Really, I am! I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry.”

Sirius suddenly realized she feared she would be punished for pulling away from him. He reached up to smooth her hair from her face, then pulled her down into the crook of his arm as he lay on his back. He smiled as she snuggled up to him, putting her left leg on top of his and her arm on his chest. He pulled her to him tightly.

He whispered into her hair, “Baby, do you know what day it is?”

“No, sir.” He felt her stiffen. “No, Master.”

“It's fine for you to call me 'Sir', okay? You're fine.”

“Thank you, sir. No, I don't know what today is.” For some reason, she found it easier to call him 'sir' than 'Master'.

“It's the 19th, sweetie, and your birthday.”

A pause, then, “Oh.”

He looked down at her, sensing her mood. “I thought we'd spend the day together.”

She nodded slightly. It was her birthday. For the first time since she could remember, she was not excited at the prospect of being older. It was her birthday and she was a prisoner. Her mum wouldn't take her out for a special mother-daughter day. Harry and Ron weren't going to be there to wish her a....

'No! I can't think about all that!'

Trying to keep her voice light and conversational, she asked, “Are we going to spend all day in bed, sir?”

“Well, my dear, much as I would like to, no, we aren't spending the day in bed. Not *all* day, anyway. Though we do have time for a little roll in the hay before we start.” She giggled as he gave her side a tickle.

He looked at her thoughtfully. He was pleased with how well she was accepting her new life with him. In only a few days she seemed to have become accustomed to her duties and performed them well. He knew it was difficult for her in the beginning, and he recalled with regret how cruel they had to be in order to make her conciliatory.

“So, what *are* we going to do?” She climbed on top of him, putting her arms behind her back as he had taught her. She enjoyed feeling his hands roving her body, making her twitter in delight. He didn't disappoint her as he began rubbing his hands on her, tickling and tweaking.

“Mmmm, baby. It's your birthday and I've got a few presents for you.”

She was wearing the little black, gauzy, babydoll nightie that she knew he liked. His hands roamed the now familiar territory under her top, his eyes watching lustily as he massaged her breasts, her body responding to his touch.

Her voice was breathless, “You do? And what will be my first present of the day, Master?”

As she finished the sentence, she wriggled her bottom against his growing erection, a smile on her face.

“Ah, Kitten. I thought you'd never ask.” He pulled her down and kissed her, his hands kneading her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. “Today is all for you.”

“Mmm, that feels good. Do more.”

He rolled over so he was on top of her and slowly removed her nightie, relishing every second as her breasts jiggled for him. He reached over the side of the bed, pulled up a brown leather satchel he had brought with him, and opened it. He gave her a mischievous look as he dug through it a bit, then pulled out a length of white rope. Her eyes widened when he grabbed her wrists and tied them together, pulling them up and tying the other end to the ornate headboard.

“Today, I do for you. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He hooked his thumbs around the sides of her lace knickers and slid them down her legs, giving them a satisfied sniff as he tossed them onto the floor with her top. He massaged her legs before pulling them apart and climbed between them, sitting back on his heels, admiring the view. Smiling, he reached into the satchel again and pulled out some strawberries.

“I thought we'd try another fruit, baby.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in surprise as her body tightened involuntarily, her thighs squeezing around him before relaxing. His smile widened at her response.

“Yes, I thought you'd like this, sweetie.” He came forward, looming over her, so he could nuzzle her neck and lick her ear, bringing forth a breathless squeal from her as she squirmed before he sat up again and called, “Kreacher! It's time for the birthday girl to get her first present!”

And Hermione writhed in ecstasy as they worked her present onto her, into her, and out of her - just as they had done with the cherries on the first night they came to her.(1)

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More than an hour later, Hermione lay on her back, her arms still tied over her head, recovering from her Master's delicious exploits on her body. She closed her eyes and thought about them sucking the fruit out of her privates, her butt rearing back into the bed as she remembered how it felt. She wished they would do that to her all the time.

“Master?”

“What, baby?” He was laying on his back, his hand on her thigh, and had felt her hips move back seductively. He smiled, wondering if she had just been thinking about their licking and sucking the fruit off her tits and body.

She closed her eyes again, enjoying his hand rubbing her thigh. “Do I get another present? You said I had more presents.”

He chuckled as he turned onto his side and looked at her, raising his hand to pinch her nipple, watching it as it enlarged and hardened.

“So, my little minx wants more presents, does she?” His tongue circled her teat before his mouth closed around it.

“Yes, sir. Are the others as good as my first one? I really liked that, Master. That was wonderful.” She wiggled her body for emphasis.

“Ah, then we must be sure to experiment with a great many fruits, isn't that right, my sweet?” He began lightly tracing his fingers along her body – making little widening circles around one nipple, then the other, moving his fingers over her belly and thighs.

She squirmed under his hand and giggled. “Yes, sir, I'd love that. I really would.”

He leaned over and nipped her nipple, then nibbled his way up to her neck. She groaned in appreciation, turning her head so he had easier access. She could hear his breathing become heavy as it swirled around her, his tongue flicking into her ear just the way she liked it. She stilled as his tongue continued licking around her ear in between kisses and sucks. How she loved when he did that! She felt her heartbeat double as she gave little gasps of pleasure.

Suddenly, she felt him putting something around her neck. It felt too heavy to be a necklace. She opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly. She heard a clicking noise as he pulled away slightly, admiring her present.

“What did you put on me, Master? What is it?”

His hand slid from her neck to her breast, he played with it a bit before sliding his hand down to the triangle of curls on her mons, his fingers brushing through them slowly. “It's your new collar, baby.”

“Collar! You put a collar on me?”

His eyes flew up to her face at her tone, the hair in his fingers forgotten. “Yes. It's charmed so you can't remove it, hon. I got it just for you. No-one else has one like it.”

He reached into the satchel and pulled out a mirror. “See? I think it's beautiful on you.”

She looked in the mirror. It looked to be a thin, delicate, ribbon of red leather, and patterned with pearls of differing sizes. She saw a tiny, golden D-ring where a leash could be attached. There was a little puffed heart hanging from it, also gold; she looked carefully and saw it had writing on it. She stared at it, tears in her eyes, not sure what to say. She wasn't sure how he could possibly think she would want a collar for her birthday.

“What, what's written on the heart?”

He bent down to give her a kiss. “It says, 'Hermione' on the front. On the back it says 'Esclave Sexuel Extraordinaire' which means, in French, 'Extraordinary Sex Slave'. I thought that fitting. Do you like it?”

“Uh.” She felt a tear run down her face.

“Come on, baby. It's a collar disguised to look like a lovely piece of jewelry. I had the best pearls put on it! And it's made with gold! It's charmed to never fall off or break. I think the color is becoming on you, I'm sure it'll look gorgeous when you wear your black lingerie.” His voice was becoming husky with arousal.

“Um, it's lovely, sir. Thank-you for getting it for me.” She struggled to get the words out convincingly.

“And here's my present for you, Mudblood!”

She had forgotten about Master Kreacher. She turned her head to see what he had for her. It was a matching leash of red leather. He snapped it onto her collar and tugged. When her eyes flew to her Master, she found he was smiling with approval.

“Yes, my dear, we have quite a few presents for you.” He had the beginnings of an erection and he rubbed at it absently.

Sirius reached into the satchel, pulling out some oddly shaped pieces of metal and plastic.

“What are those, sir?” she asked anxiously.

“Ah, cupcake, these are different types of vibrators. I'm going to work on you until I find one that gets you off. I'm going to figure out how to make you orgasm with one of these babies. I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard you'll shake the house. And once I figure it out, I'm not going to stop until you are overcome with the sensations as they overwhelm you.”

He summoned a thigh spreader and attached it to her so she couldn't close her legs. He tied one end of a rope to the spreader, then the other end to the foot board. Lastly, he put a thick pillow under her ass so her little pink button was readily available for his experimentation.

“There's my little rosebud! Goodness, girl! My little prize is already coming out of its package!” He was pleased to see her clitoris peeping out from under its hood and he bent down to nip and kiss it.

“Let's get busy, shall we, Kitten?”

He then worked on her until she did indeed cum hard, her squeals of pleasure echoing off the walls repeatedly.(2)

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She was gently awakened by a hand brushing along her thigh. She opened her eyes slowly, trying to get her bearings, and discovered she was in a tub full of water. She found that her back was against her Master's chest, her legs over his thighs. Her limbs felt heavy after their busy morning in bed. Master was slowly rubbing a washcloth over her. The water was warm and fragrant and oh, so relaxing. She didn't remember coming to the tub and wondered lazily if she had been carried.

'I must have fallen asleep. I was so very tired when he was done.'

She looked up and turned her head slightly.

“Well, hello, sleepy head. You certainly didn't last long after that last orgasm, now did you?” He reached up and tapped her nose affectionately.

“No, sir. I guess not. Did I walk here? I don't remember getting in the tub.”

“I carried you here. I thought you might need a healing bath.” He brought the washcloth up and wiped her neck and shoulders. “Sit forward, hon, let me do your back.”

She felt his legs lower so she could straighten hers, then she sat forward. It felt good as he rubbed her back and shoulders with the washcloth, then with his bare fingers as he gave her a back rub.

“That feels nice,” she purred.

Once he finished with her back, he pulled her against him and wrapped his legs around her so that hers opened, leaving her privates open to the water once again. He brought his arms around and gave her a gentle hug.

“Does your bottom feel okay? I worried it would be rather sore after all those orgasms I made you have. I put healing herbs in the water for you.”

“Oh.” She wiggled about. “No, I feel okay.”

“Good.” He played with her breasts a bit. Then, he put his arms around her and hugged her again, his chin on her head.

“I know you didn't come here by choice, Kitten, but I'm glad you're here with me.”

She sat, securely wrapped in his arms, and contemplated what he had said. Right now, at this moment, she felt happy. He was babying her and doing all he could to please her. He seemed to truly care for her. But sometimes he wasn't so pleasant and he frightened her; she lived with the fear of being punished with “the big stuff” at all times. He was right, she wasn't there by choice. If she had had an option, she would be in Hogwarts right now.

'Don't think about Hogwarts. It'll ruin your mood. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.'

He kissed the top of her head, put his fingers on her chin, and gently turned her head up so he could see her face.

“I do believe I'm falling in love with you, baby.”

Her mouth fell open. How do you reply to *that* when you are in her position?

He chuckled quietly, his eyes sad, “I didn't think you were ready for that, baby. But that's how I feel. Maybe someday you'll love me, too.”

'How could I fall in love with him after all he's done? How could he love me? He never sits and talks with me. All he does is come down and have sex with me. Granted, the sex is often extraordinary, I think, but it's just sex. I wish he knew the real me and not the sex me.'

He could feel her mood shifting and wished he hadn't confessed his feelings to her; yet, in a way, he felt better after telling her. He hoped that maybe she would try to see him differently, maybe allow herself to fall in love with him in return.

“Baby, why did my telling you that make you sad?”

“Um, I, um, well.” She wasn't sure how to tell him all she was thinking without upsetting him. “Sir, it's just that, um, well, you don't really know me. We never talk or anything. We just, you know, um. Have sex.”

He looked at her quizzically. “What's wrong with that? And, besides, I do know you. I know a lot about you. You like to read, you're thirsty for knowledge, you like the color blue, you like animals, you like spaghetti, you.....”

“But, that's all superficial stuff.”

“It's a beginning, Kitten. The other stuff will come later. I guess I need to make more effort to come down here and have conversations with you, is that what you are telling me?” His hand strayed back down to her breast.

“It would be nice, sir. Not that *today* hasn't been nice.” She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, giving him a kiss on his neck. “It's been a wonderful birthday, so far. Thank-you.”

He smiled into her hair. 'Well', he thought, 'at least she didn't say she hated me.'

“Sir? What else are we going to do for my birthday?”

“First things first. I believe we've both been in here for long enough! We need to get out before we turn into prunes. Then we'll have a light lunch to sustain us for a little while. And *then* you'll see what else I have in store for you.”

After they dried off, Sirius had her wear her blue bathrobe her mother had given her for her birthday the year before; she squealed with delight when she saw it, and he smiled when she hugged it to her gleefully before putting it on.

After he dressed, she stood looking at him with a funny expression on her face.

“What? Don't you like my outfit?” He turned so she could see all of him.

“Well, it's just that I've never seen you in Muggle clothes before. You're wearing blue jeans!”

“Yes, I am. Damn comfortable, too. Come on, time to eat.” He grabbed her hand and walked her out of the bathroom.

Kreacher watched them leave with concern. Master told the Mudblood he loved her! He pulled a face. What would Mistress say? He needed to fix this situation, and rapidly. Oh, yes, he did. He thought it about time he started talking to Master all night while he slept. The girl was trained well enough, now it he needed to devote more time to Master. Oh, yes, he definitely did.

Once at the table, Kreacher brought them their lunch, consisting of fruit, breads, crackers, and cheeses. Master tied her hands behind her back, telling her, “I told you today is for you. I'm going to feed you every bite. And you're going to eat, baby, you've lost too much weight.” He looked at her for a moment, thinking. “Maybe I need to feed you every day, that way I'll be sure you *are* getting enough to eat.” He glared at Kreacher poisonously. He wasn't sure why his girl was losing weight but he had a feeling it was due to the elf.

He turned their chairs so they faced each other, then put his feet on hers so his knees were on either side of her. He had her sit back while she crossed her legs Indian style, made sure she was comfortable, then fed her while they talked. He found he did enjoy conversing with her; she knew a great deal for someone her age; and she was interesting to talk to, not boring like you would expect from someone with her intellect.

Once they finished eating he untied her hands, then went to his satchel, her eyes following him. He pulled out some of her Muggle clothing he had been able to procure from her room. She looked at him questioningly, not sure what to say or ask.

“Put them on, baby. We're going outside.”

She shrieked loudly while hopping up and down. “We're going outside? Outside-of-this-house, outside? Out-in-the-sunshine, outside?”

He gave a big, barking laugh. “Yes! Yes, we're going outside. Now hurry and dress, hon.” She gave him a hug, then dressed swiftly. On went her knickers, her bra, her blue jeans, socks, sweatshirt, and trainers in rapid succession.

“Where are we going?” She couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice as she did a skip-hop over to him and tugged on his arm. He handed her a warm jacket and waited for her to put it on.

“Oh, you'll see.” He tapped her nose with a smile. “Kreacher, we're ready.”

“Master Kreacher is coming?” She wrinkled her nose. It didn't sound like it would be much fun with him around.

Sirius laughed. “Silly girl! I can't perform Apparition out of this house. Only elfin magic will work. Once we're out of the confines of the house I can take us to our destination.”

Kreacher suddenly appeared before them. “Master, you are ready?”

“Yes, let's go. Hermione, grab his hand, hon.”

Kreacher popped them into a quiet, tree-filled section of a nearby park, then disappeared.

Sirius held on to her arm tightly as she took in a deep breath, savoring the smells of the crisp air around them.

“Hermione.”

“Yes, sir?”

“I have some rules we need to discuss. Let's sit down a moment.”

He guided her to a tree, sat, then pulled her down in front of him so his bent knees were on either side of her, his arms around her chest and waist. She closed her eyes and laid her head back against him.

“Hermione, I'm trusting that you won't try to escape. Do you understand?” His voice was quiet, guarded. She nodded her head yes. “Kreacher may have disappeared, but he is still watching us. At the first sign you are trying to leave me, he will take you back to the house. I will not stop him from punishing you.”

She sat quietly, digesting what he was telling her.

“Don't ruin your birthday, okay? I don't want to punish you, baby. Not today.” He kissed along her jawline as he watched her quietly.

“Yes, Master.” Her voice came out in a low whisper.

“Also, while we are out here, you may call me 'Sirius'. I don't think it would do to have you calling me 'Master' in front of people who don't know about our relationship.” He hugged her closer to him as he rocked her back and forth.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, 'sir' is okay as well, I suppose. 'Sir' or 'Sirius'.” He brought a hand up to tame her hair back from her face.

“Okay, S-S-S-Sirius.” She wondered why she was having so much trouble saying his name, it felt like her tongue wouldn't work correctly and her jaw was stiff.

He chuckled. “Say my name again, baby.”

“S-Sirius. Sirius. Sirius.”

Laughing, he gave her a hug.

“Now, another thing.” He took the red leash and connected it to her collar while she gasped. Surely he wasn't going to parade her around with the leash on! Tears came to her eyes as she sat forward in alarm, grabbing at her collar.

“Now, Hermione. Watch.” He pulled out his wand and tapped the leash. It seemed to disappear. She could feel it still attached to her collar though. He pulled her back to his chest and put his arms around her again.

“The leash is spelled to allow us a comfortable distance away from each other if, for example, you need to use the bathroom. But you won't be able to get away from me when you are out of my sight. It's just a little extra insurance to make sure you stay with me. I know the temptation to run may become an overwhelming desire. I'd rather believe you want to stay with me, but I can't take that chance, baby. I'm sorry.” Again, he hugged her tightly to him, this time squeezing her with his legs and giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

They sat there for a few minutes as she gathered her emotions together. She hadn't thought about trying to escape yet, but she knew that if the opportunity presented itself, she would have tried. Knowing that Master Kreacher was watching was unnerving. Bringing her hand up to her collar, she took in another deep, cleansing breath.

She was determined to have a good day. He was making the effort, knowing the dangers of bringing her outside, and she appreciated his doing so. She, also, did not want to ruin this day because she hoped he would bring her out more often – if she tried to escape he would never bring her out again no matter how much she begged.

She closed her eyes, took in another deep breath, smiled, tilted her head up, and asked as merrily as she could, “So, are we staying here, or are we going somewhere?”

Smiling back, he stood, pulling her up with him and gave her a hug and kiss.

“Well, I thought we'd walk around the park for awhile, to let you stretch your legs and get used to walking a bit.”

He took her hand and led her down a stone path. She looked around excitedly. After all the blues in the room, she felt almost reborn with the wealth of color around her. The leaves were turning, and she was surrounded with beautiful yellows, golds, and crimsons in the trees. She relished hearing the leaves softly clattering together in the wind. Their feet rustled through a few leaf piles on the path; she bent down to pick up some of the larger, prettier leaves and continued walking with her Master as the crisp autumn breeze swirled her hair about her face. She watched a flock of birds flitter away from them as they neared and saw the squirrels as they prepared themselves for winter. They walked in silence for nearly half an hour, Hermione twisting and turning to look at everything she could.

They came across a small play area for children. Hermione sat on a swing and swung for a while, he sat on the other swing, staying alert for any signs of trouble. He had to be very careful that no one magical saw either of them – he was a suspected killer and escaped prisoner from Azkaban, she was a suspected kidnap victim.

After a while, they walked along a small creek where she busied herself looking at the tiny fish swimming within it. Sirius looked down at her fondly, greatly pleased with her response to his plans thus far. He felt that the risk was worth the happiness that radiated from her. He looked around to see if any Muggles were in sight. Seeing none, he leaned down, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up to him.

“Are you ready to Disapparate somewhere else?”

She placed her arms around his neck and put her head on his chest with her eyes closed. “Yes, I am, Sirius.”

He put his arms around her, glanced around again, and turned, both of them disappearing with a loud clap.

The air quality changed suddenly as they arrived at their destination. Hermione opened her eyes and peered around. They were standing in a grassy area behind a large building with a parking lot. A parking lot? She glanced around and saw they were near a shopping mall. Her mouth dropped open. Sirius brought her to a shopping mall? She pulled back and looked up at him questioningly.

“Yes, I meant to bring you here! We're going to see a movie.”

“A movie? You know about movies?”

“I've known quite a few Muggle-borns, Hermione. And they introduced me to movies. I thought this would be a nice surprise for you.”

“Oh, it is! We're in a mall! Can we walk around, too? There won't be any wizards, here, will there? No one will see us. Can we?”

He thought the fun of this day would never end as she began to hop up and down on her toes, her hands squeezing his arms as she looked about them.

“Yes, we can walk around. The movie I want to see doesn't start for another hour.”

He grabbed her hand again, stepped down off the curb onto the parking lot, and headed towards the mall entrance. When they entered, nearly all of their senses were assaulted – warm air was blowing about from heaters, odors from the restaurants wafted to their noses, the constant movement and bright colors flooded their eyes, and the noise in the enclosed space, with hundreds of people, all talking at once, bombarded their hearing.

Sirius felt her momentarily cringe back; he looked at her, not understanding her sudden trepidation of the place. He then recalled that she had been confined in a small room with only Kreacher or himself as visitors for over a month. He put his arm around her and pulled her further inside.

“Come on, baby, it'll be all right. You've been in a mall before, I trust? Yes? Then you know it's safe in here. Doubly safe since your escort is carrying a wand.” He kissed her on the top of her head as he gave her waist a squeeze.

“Yes, okay, I know. But there's so much going on.” She turned and clung to his arm, her eyes looking about her apprehensively.

“I'd say so. How about I find us a nice, quiet place to eat? Does that sound okay to you?” He took hold of her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Yes, sir.”

He led her down the mall until he found a restaurant with a large room-high aquarium at its center. The place didn't look busy, so he figured they'd be able to finish before it was time for the movie. They got in line; he stood with Hermione plastered up against him, her head on his chest, his arm around her protectively. When they were approached by the head waitress, he requested a table towards the back.

“Come along, baby. They've got us a table.” He grabbed her hand and they followed their waitress. They had to pass the aquarium and he had to admit it was admirable in design. It was a large circle of thick glass and contained inside were large fish, stingrays, and crabs. He thought it looked rather relaxing. He saw Hermione's eyes glued to a school of large fish as they swam by. He smiled, at least her fears were abating a bit.

They sat at the nicely decorated table, her back faced the busy restaurant atmosphere behind her, Sirius facing the restaurant so he could keep an eye on the people coming and going. When it was time to order, he discovered she didn't like fish very much, and had a chuckle over the irony of the restaurant he'd chosen. She ordered chicken while he ordered salmon. They talked quietly about anything and everything, tidbits of this and that until the food came. He was able to talk her into trying some of his salmon, and she was surprised to find she liked it. He found her appetite was slight and he needed to encourage her strongly to eat more than the few bites she took on her own.

He watched how she was careful to keep the food off her lips and wondered about that. Thinking back, he recalled how she would open her mouth wide so he could put the food in her mouth earlier and wondered if she had been trying to keep the food off her lips then.

'Why would she have an aversion to that?' He continued to watch her as she moved her food around on the plate and carefully lifted small bites up to her mouth.

“Have some more salmon, hon. You don't seem to be enjoying the chicken much.” He took a forkful and put it up to her lips. Her head pulled back slightly, then she quickly opened her mouth, leaned forward and, using her teeth, scraped the food off his fork.

“Thank you, sir. I'm not very hungry,” she said once she had swallowed.

“Do your lips hurt?”

“Huh? My lips? No. Why?” She had brought her hands up to her mouth and touched her lips.

“I just noticed how you're eating. You won't allow the food to touch your lips. I hadn't noticed that before.”

“Oh. Oh, well, I don't know. I don't like the feeling of the food on my lips, that's all.” She looked decidedly uncomfortable talking about this. He frowned.

“Are you truly full or are you worried that you are fat, or something to that effect?”

“Fat? No. Do you think I'm fat?” She put her hand down on her stomach.

“Baby, that's not what I asked you. And, no, I don't think you're fat. Actually, I liked you the way you were before, but now, you've lost weight and I want you to gain it back.”

“Oh, I just don't have much of an appetite. I never feel hungry or anything.” She continued to play with her food, her fork moving more food along the plate than lifting it in the air.

“Perhaps you need more frequent meals? I'll talk to Kreacher about that. Now, eat a little more; we'll have to be leaving soon.”

“Really, I'm not hungry.” She had shaken her head no as she patted her stomach.

“Hermione.” He growled her name out, making her look up at him in alarm.

“I'm, I'm sorry. I'll eat some more. I will. See?” She put some green beans in her mouth and began chewing.

“Hermione, hon, I didn't mean to frighten you. Here, have some more of my salmon.” He took another forkful and put it in her mouth. He was determined she would eat more than what a bird could. He felt satisfied after he fed her several more bites of his fish, then had her eat more of her vegetables.

“OK, it's time to go for the movie. Do you need the bathroom before we go?” He nodded his head towards the lavatories.

“Yes, yes, I guess I should. Thank you.”

“I'll pay the bill, you go to the bathroom.”

She brought her hand up to her neck, leaned forward and spoke low, barely above a whisper, “But, Master, the leash.”

“The leash is magical. The spell on it won't let others feel it or become entangled in it but it'll let me know what you are doing. Believe me, babe, I'll know when you flush the toilet.”

She looked at him quizzically, wondering if that meant he'd know what she was doing while sitting on the toilet. She blushed.

He laughed, making her wonder if he read her mind. “Go on, silly.”

Once done, she came out and looked for him. He stood waiting for her in front of the restaurant and grabbed her hand when she arrived by his side. Her eyes looked warily at all the hustle and bustle in the mall.

He watched her for a few seconds, noting how her wide, fearful eyes darted about her. “Hermione.”

“Yes, sir?”

He turned her towards him so they were face to face, then cupped his fingers under her chin making her look at him. “I don't want you to be so frightened of this place. We are safe, okay, baby? No one is going to cause you harm.”

“I know. It's just all the noise and movement and stuff is kind of overwhelming. I feel mixed up or something. I'm sorry.”

His eyes went from one eye to the other as he spoke. “Nothing to be sorry about, I'll take care of you. We'll be in the cinema soon and you'll be able to relax there. I want you to look down as we walk, I'll guide you safely. But try to glance up from time to time so you can get used to the place. Okay, baby?”

“Yes, sir. Thank-you.” He smiled at her, his eyes concerned. He didn't anticipate her response to the busy mall to be so troubled and now wished he had chosen a different place with a quiet, cozy atmosphere. 'Well, there's always next time. I guess the more I bring her out the less fearful she'll be. But, for her to act like this after only a month?'

They walked nearly five minutes before they arrived at the entrance of the movie theater, her hand holding his tightly. She looked up so see all the movies playing and wondered what Master planned on watching. He paid for their tickets, then they went and got some popcorn and drinks. Once in the darkened room and seated, with Sirius' arm around her shoulder, she did finally relax. She leaned down, put her head on his shoulder, and they watched the movie quietly. The movie, “Jumanji”, was good and she was glad he brought her. They both laughed at the monkeys in the kitchen. His arm tightened around her when she jumped as the giant vine grabbed at the officer, then pulled the car into the woods. There was a lot of movement in the movie, and sometimes it got quite loud, making her shrink down against Sirius involuntarily; each time she did, he would give her a reassuring hug and murmur a few words of encouragement. She felt sorry for Peter, how he had been sucked into the game and thought everyone forgot about him. She thought she understood perfectly how Peter felt being trapped in the game. She liked how he was given a second chance with his life.

'If I could get hold of a time-turner, I'd break the rules and give myself a second chance.' She became sad when she thought of that, she knew she'd never be able to get hold of one again, not now.

Once the movie was over, they slowly left the theater as they discussed the movie, then left the mall itself. The sky was getting dark by then and she suddenly felt anxiety sweep over her, sure they were going back to the house. She pulled on Sirius' hand to stop him.

“Sirius? Do we have to go back home now?” She started to back up, pulling on his hands as she did so.

He pulled her up to him and put his hands on her waist, contemplating her quietly. He couldn't stay out much longer, he knew the others would be back soon and he had to be home before them.

“Yes, I'm afraid so.” He circled her waist with his arms, grabbing his left wrist with his right hand and twisting his hips slightly so they rocked back and forth.

“But, please, I don't want to go back there! I'm so alone! And Kreacher, he, he... Please! Please, Sirius!” She had tears falling as she clutched the front of his shirt, her head down.

He stood back slightly and moved his hands to her shoulders, taking in a deep breath before releasing it. “I have no choice, baby. I have to go back.” He paused a moment, thinking. “What does Kreacher do that frightens you so?”

“He, I...” She looked around, sure Master Kreacher was within hearing distance. “Nothing, he doesn't do anything.”

'Oh, I am so going to get punished!' she screamed to herself.

He grabbed her by her upper arms and leaned down so he could look into her eyes. “Come on, Hermione, don't ruin our time together. We don't have much time and the day will be over soon. I have no choice, I have to go back. In a way, I'm as much a prisoner as you are.” 'Ouch. It hurt to say that.'

She quietly nodded her head, her lower lip continuing to tremble.

“Come on, I have to Disapparate us back to the park so Kreacher can take us back into the house.” He grabbed her hand, turned and tugged on her as he began to walk.

“I won't get in trouble?”

“Trouble? No, hon, you aren't in trouble. You've been just fine today. Let's get going. I have one more surprise for you before I have to go upstairs. You haven't had your birthday cake yet.”

“I get cake, too?”

“Yes, there's cake, too. Come on.” He chuckled and squeezed her hand, delighting in the fact that she had no idea exactly what he meant.

He walked towards the trees, pulling her along with him. Once there, he put his arms around her and they Disapparated to the park. They waited awhile, her head on his chest and arms around his neck while his hands rubbed her back reassuringly, his chin resting on top of her head as he watched for any signs of danger, before Kreacher suddenly appeared to take them back.

“You had a good day, Master?”

“Yes, yes, we had a great day, didn't we, pumpkin?”

“Yes, sir. I had fun.”

She wondered why Master Kreacher was asking about their day. Was it possible Kreacher had been nowhere near them today? Did Master tell her he was following them to scare her? She thought about that a while, then decided she could understand his motives for lying to her. It was a huge risk for him to take her out for her birthday. But then, that meant she could have told Master about the things Master Kreacher did to her. She felt a surge of anger flare up, then quelled it. It didn't matter if she got angry; nothing would change except that she would be punished.

She took Master Kreacher's hand sadly. She didn't want this day to end; it had been such a nice day! Suddenly, she found herself back in their room. The blue room with the four-poster bed, the living room set, the dining table, the kitchenette, and the shelves with hundreds of books. She put her head on Master's shoulder, unable to shake the sadness that was enveloping her.

“Come on, baby. We've got some time left! I can't guarantee every day will be like this, but we can make each day in the future better than it has been. Okay?” He patted her upper arms with his hands as he bent down to look into her face. She smiled at him weakly as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bed.

“Master? I thought we were going to have some birthday cake.”

“Oh, we are, Kitten. I've got some chocolate syrup, whipped cream, sprinkles, and some cherries as topping for the cake.”

“Where is it? I don't see it.” She looked around for the cake.

Once he reached the bed, he turned towards her and pulled her top off, then began working on her bra as he chuckled at her naivety.

“My dear, *you* are the cake.” He gave her a kiss as he removed her bra and pulled her up to him, sliding his hands inside her pants to knead her ass. “And I've got some cherry filling I need to stuff my cake with. I'm a lucky guy, I get to have my cake and eat it too. Happy Birthday, baby.”

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(1) If you want to know what they do to Hermione, go back to chapter 3.
(2) Remember that in chapter 9, she did not enjoy vibrators, which bothered Sirius.
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Authors notes, you may freely skip this...

Well. Not much to tell here other than to say I looked up movies that were big in the year 1995. Sirius is supposed to die in June 1996 but I have to have him around for a while for this story. It's an AU story anyway so I can do what I want with it, nyah! I'm trying to loosely stick to the books though there may be some mysterious time warps happening.

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A link for the movie Jumanji:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jumanji
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I didn't know if England had squirrels so I googled to make sure:
http://www.daylife.com/photo/0cgw7ILbru0Zc
I so wish I could visit England, Ireland, and Scotland but I know I never will be able to. Thank goodness for the internet, at least I can visit by proxy!
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Also, the purpose of this chapter is to show that Sirius isn't really a bad guy to have as a lover or as a partner. As long as Kreacher isn't around that is.
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I rather think Sirius would be clingy if he had a girlfriend after all he's gone through. So, that's how he is in my story. And, he's still hung up on being dominant even while he's trying to do for her.
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And, some words of warning... Putting food into the vagina, especially sweet food, can predispose a woman getting a vaginal infection. Just be prepared if you decide to do this. And, uh, make sure nothing is left behind. It would be pretty embarrassing to have the doc pull a rotten cherry out of your vagina! And, yes, that happens!

There's also supposed to be a problem with the high sugar content in the vagina causing an “osmotic pull” - this means that the high sugar content in the fruit will cause fluids to be forced out of the vaginal walls and into the vagina. Serous fluid I would suppose, not the normal vaginal fluids that are supposed to flow out. This can reportedly cause damage to the vagina.

So, we'll pretend that Sirius murmurs a spell that prevents this problem in Hermione when he puts the fruit inside of her! Ah, the wonder of stories that contain magic!

http://www.sexuality.org/l/bdsm/foodps.html
http://www.ehbc.ca/resources/food.html
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Anyway, I think she had a pretty good birthday, don't you?

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