For Her Safety

A/N- I am so very sorry for the delays. I didn't mean to make you wait this long. Things have just been really hectic since the move, but that's no excuse. Hopefully from now on the chapters will be posted quicker. And also, I'm sorry I gave anyone the impression I was giving this up. That is most certainly not the case. This will be taken all the way to the end.

Now, I'm not quite sure how you will like this chapter. It's my very first attempt at a real 'smut' scene. So, I welcome any helpful advice. Hope you like it. Oh, and all questions this chapter poses will be answered in the next update.

much love,
zairaphel
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In the great hall, Hermione and Sirius stood in front of Dumbledore, both decked out in all their finery. The Order of the Phoenix, various Weasleys, and Hogwarts staff gathered behind them to watch the ceremony. Admittedly most of the Order members had only come because they had wanted to "watch Sirius Black finally make a committment that he couldn't get himself out of", most especially Snape. Watching Sirius get stuck with the bushy haired know-it-all for life was just a glorious thought for him.

Sirius placed a smaller jewled ring on Hermione's finger where the engagement ring rested. Dumbledore then placed Sirius' hand on top of Hermione's before tapping his wand on their now joined hands. Gold and silver cord shot forth from the end of his wand and snaked itself around their wrists. Hermione was watching transfixed, almost forgetting that this was her wedding and that she was not a spectator. Sirius cast a surreptitious glances at Hermione who was visibly amazed by the magic. He couldn't help but smile a bit before returning his attention to Albus.

Once the cord had bound their wrists Dumbledore began to speak. Hermione looked up at him with a bit of a frown. She could not place the language he was using. An old, old tongue. After a few moments she could feel magic enveloping her and filling her. Hermione had never felt so powerful as the moment when this magic suffused with her core. She took a deep breath, letting the feeling just wash over her.

Soon though the feeling faded and she was brought back to the world around her. Dumbledore tapped their hands with his wand once more. This time the cords vanished in a fine grey mist, allowing them to take their hands back. The spectators of the event clapped for the newly joined couple. Hermione frowned once again. That's it?! You've got to be kidding me. All this fuss for.. for this?! Absolutely ridiculous.

Molly wiped a tear from her eye and rushed up to Hermione, giving her a tight hug. "Oh Dear, you're beautiful. Everything was just wonderful," Molly gushed at her. Hermione couldn't help but smile a little bit at how this woman fawned over her. She was just like a mother to her... Once Hermione was finally released from Molly's crushing hug she wrapped her arms around Sirius. "I swear, should you ever hurt her I'll make sure you regret it forever. I can make Azkaban look like a picnic," Molly whispered to him before pulling away, giving him a look that told him she was completely serious. He swallowed and nodded. He knew well that she was fierce when protecting her family, as were the rest of the Weasleys.

After that, the reception went along smoothly. There was dancing and revelry as there would be at any other wedding. Hermione actually enjoyed dancing with Sirius. She found him to be quite graceful and light on his feet as they waltzed around the room. Neither speaking, but just taking in each other's presence. Both knew that there would be time for talking, and arguing, later.

After a short while, Molly found Hermione. "Dear, it's about time that you get ready to go," she told Hermione. It took a brief moment for it to register with the younger witch just what she would be getting ready to go do. Molly reached into her pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. "Here, this will help with the nerves. I thought you might need it for tonight," she said, offering her the bottle. Hermione took the vial from Molly's shaking hand.

She stared thoughtfully at the pale violet liquid before raising it to her lips and swallowing it all. Hermione frowned for a moment as heat spread through her body. It took a moment for the relaxing feeling to slide into her, but there was also a warm, tingling feeling her belly, much like the feeling you get when you've had a little too much wine at Christmas.

She sighed contentedly. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. I suppose I did need it. Though you might concider taking some yourself. Your hands are shaking," Hermione told her.

Molly just gave her a small, slightly nervous smile. "Never you mind, dear. Go find Albus and your husband. It's time for you to get going," she told her softly.

Hermione just looked at Molly for a moment before turning to locate her new husband. After a few moments she found him standing next to Dumbledore on the other side of the great hall, engaged in conversation. Sirius, she noticed, had a frown creasing his forehead. Though as soon as she approachecd, they stopped their conversation and turned to smile at her.

"I do believe it is time to take you two to your destination for this evening," Albus told them, his eyes twinkling brightly.

Both Hermione and Sirius gave a bit of a frown at the mention of their destination. Neither of them knew just where they were going. Hermione knew nothing, and all Sirius knew was that Albus was taking care of things for them.

"So, Professor... Just where are we going this evening?" Hermione asked him.

"You shall see, Ms. Black, you shall see," Dumbledore smiled. "Now if the both of you will come with me, please."

Sirius and Hermione looked at each other with curious expressions as they followed Dumbledore out of the Great Hall. Soon Hermione recognized the path they were taking to be the route to Professor Dumbledore's office. What on earth could we possibly need up there?.. I mean, I thought we were going some place, afterall.

It was only a few moments more before they were standing in front of the stone gargoyle that concealed the passageway to Professor Dumbledore's office. As soon as the password was said they made their way into the office.

"Now," Albus said, turning to face the couple. "I do believe it is time to get things sorted out for the two of you. Now please listen carefully. First, I shall be taking you to where you shall be staying. As a side note, you will have 12 hours to consumate your union. Then, tomorrow, I shall come and fetch you both for a meeting with The Order in which all shall be explained. Have I made everything clear?" he asked, his eyes twinkling brightly once again.

Hermione just blinked for a few moments until Sirius spoke up. "Yes, Albus, you've made things abundantly clear. Now where is it that we shall be heading this evening?"

"Ah yes, your... lodgings..." he said as he handed Sirius and Hermione a small slip of paper with an address written on it. Albus then held out a jar of floo powder. "You first, Sirius."

Sirius nodded and stepped into the fireplace, the only one in the castle connected to the floo network. Grabbing a handfull of floo powder he shouted "42 Westshire Drive" and disappeared in a flash of green flame.

Hermione looked from Albus to the fireplace and swallowed hard before taking her handfull of floo powder. She had never really cared much for travelling by floo, though she did find it far more tolerable than broom travel. Taking a deep breath she stepped into the fireplace, throwing the powder down and shouting her destination.

Hermione closed her eyes as the world spun around her for a few moments before depositing her on her rear with a harsh 'thunk' into a new fireplace. She blinked for a moment before moving to stand up. Sirius offered his hand to her, which she reluctantly took. "Will you have a look at this place?" he whispered.

Hermione looked around. They were standing in the middle of what looked to be a library. She looked around the room, practically salivating. Book cases lined the walls, going all the way up to the high ceilings. There was a large leather couch and two matching armchairs in front of the fire. Hermione figured she could pretty well live in this room.

"He sent us to a library?" Sirius asked in bewilderment.

"I have not sent you to a library, Sirius," Albus said as he stepped out of the fireplace, brushing the dust from his cloak. "This is just one of the many rooms that this house has to offer. Now, I want to tell you that after this evening, this house will no longer be connected to the floo network. I will explain why at tomorrow's meeting. I shall owl you to let you know the exact time. Do not worry, Ms. Black, all of your questions will be answered then. Now, I shall be taking my leave. Feel free to explore the house, and make yourselves at home, but do keep in mind... You have only twelve hours to consumate the union."

Hermione ran up and wrapped her arms around Dumbledore. "Goodnight, Professor," she said softly.

"Goodnight, Ms. Black. Don't worry about a thing. I shall see you both tomorrow," he said as she released him from the hug and stepped into the fireplace, disappearing.

Hermione sighed softly and turned to face Sirius. "Let's explore the house a bit, yes?"

Sirius nodded and took Hermione's hand. They spent a while exploring the vast house. It could house a dozen people and you could very well never run into one another, Hermione was certain. After perhaps fifteen minutes of exploration they opened the door to the master bedroom.

It was a large room, decorated in black and silver. There was a leviathan bed that dominated the center of the room. All in all it was probably the most luxurious room that Hermione had ever had the pleasure to step into. Though she had a sneaking feeling that she would enjoy it a bit more if she were not quite so nervous about sharing her bed with a man for the first time.

As she stood there in awe, Sirius quietly shut the door behind them. "Hermione..." he said softly. She visibly jumped, her mind pulled back to the present. Sirius stepped up to her and softly put his hands on her shoulders. "I can tell you're a bit nervous about this, so I'll give you the choice... I can make it incredibly quick, or I can make it incredibly pleasurable. It's completely up to you as to how things go tonight," he offered her softly.

Hermione swallowed visibly and took a moment to steady herself. Well, if this is to be my first time, I damn well better enjoy it. Summoning up her Gryffindorian courage she looked up at him and meeting his dark eyes she said, "I would like it to be pleasurable. I think that would be better for the both of us."

Sirius smiled softly as he moved around behind her, slowly pulling down the zipper to her gown. "Oh I think I can manage to make things more than pleasurable for the both of us," he said in a voice that was soft and seductive. Hermione shivered slightly as his breath caressed the back of her neck. He slid the zipper all the way down and the dress fell away from her body, a pool of fine satin at her feet. Sirius came around to her front to take a good look at her.

Hermione stood before him in her white bra and knickers and shoes. A blush crept high up her cheeks as she saw the way that Sirius was looking at her. It was a look of pure, unabashed lust. "Gods, Hermione, you're beautiful... Just perfect," he whispered as his eyes raked over her body.

Hermoine slipped off her shoes and moved towards him. She couldn't help but smile a bit as he complemented her on her looks. She was barely aware of her actions as she slipped off his coat and began to unbutton his shirt. Sirius grinned and lightly began to caress her breasts through her bra, making her hiss softly before he removed it. He brushed his fingers over her hardened nipples, making her breath catch for a moment.

Sirius picked Hermione up and placed her in the middle of the large bed. Leaning over her, he kissed her softly, gently before trailing kisses down her neck, working his way to her breasts. He stopped for a moment to lave his tongue over one perky breast and then the other, drawing soft hisses and mews of pleasure from the woman beneath him.

He continued to trail his kisses downward, darting his tongue out here and there. Slipping two fingers into the sides of her knickers he began to slowly pull them from her and tossing them aside. Once free of the material hinderance he leaned down and kissed her navel, circling his tongue around it as his hands spread her legs gently. Hermione sat up sharply as he kissed the inside of her thigh, so very close to her core.

"Sirius, just what are you doing?" she asked him, her voice a bit higher than normal.

He gently pushed her back down onto the bed. "Trust me, love. You'll enjoy this. Greatly," he said, shooting her his trademark grin.

She took a deep breath, surrendering her body to whatever he decided he would do. Sirius continued to kiss and nip her thighs, purposefully avoiding her neatly trimmed mound for a time. Then he slipped his tounge between her folds. Hermione gasped, feeling his tongue touch her in such an intimate place.

"Sirius, is this really necess- Oh Gods!" she hissed, not able to finish her sentance as his tongue found her sensitive clit. He began to lick and suck her carefully as stroked his fingers along the inside of her thighs. She moaned out loudly as his tongue swirled intricate patterns on her clit.

It wasn't long before heat began to well up in her body, her hips raising slightly to meet his touch. Sirius could feel her tense up underneath him, and knowing that she was close to her release, he doubled his efforts. His tongue brushed over her clit furiously as her body began to writhe and shudder from the masterful strokes.

Hermione moaned out loudly, her body bucking as wave after wave of pleasant heat played over her skin. Sirius moved up to lay beside her as her movements began to subside. He smiled and took in her beauty. Her skin was shining with a thin sheen of sweat, evidence to just how much she had enjoyed herself.

After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Hermione looked at Sirius. "What the bloody hell was that?" It was said in such an uncharacteristic way that Sirius couldn't help but smile.

"That, love, was an intense, earth shattering orgasm, judging by what I could tell," he said with a smirk.

Hermione ignored the slight sarcasm in his voice as he stood up and began to remove his pants. She watched, transfixed as his pants fell to the floor, revealing his rather proud erection. Sirius lay next to Hermione once again, giving her a soft smile. Hermione reached out carefully and brushed her fingers tentatively against his hard length before wrapping them around him. She began to move her hand softly up and down his shaft, wondering just how all of this was supposed to fit inside of her. He was quite long and rather thick.

Hermione leaned over him and ran her tongue over the head of his cock. She flicked lightly over the head, eliciting a sharp his from Sirius.

"Love, you've got to stop," he whispered to her. Hermione looked up at him, her face fell slightly, as she thought she had done something wrong.

"You've done nothing wrong, love. But if you don't stop I'm afraid I won't be able to carry on this evening," he told her with a wicked grin.

"Oh," was all Hermione could manage as Sirius positioned himself above her and slowly slid into her. He sighed softly; she was warm wet and accepting. Just a little bit further in he found her barrier. He reached up and stroked her cheek softly. "This will hurt a bit, but I promise it won't hurt for long," he said softly before pulling back and thrusting in, taking the last of her innocence. Hermione whimpered beneath him, and he stilled for a moment, giving a little time for the slight pain to subside before he began to move inside of her again.

Slow, deep, thrusts. He moved in and out of her, reveling in the tightness and the occasional moans he would get from her. Sirius began to speed up a bit, needing something more, needing to find his release. Hermione moaned out as his thrusts quickened. The friction of their bodies rubbing against each other was driving her wild. With each thrust Sirius would graze her already sensitive clit.

In no time Hermione was finding her release once again, moaning out loudly. Her body trembling beneath Sirius, her muscles gripping him tightly as she came. That was enough to drive Sirius to the edge. His thrusts became rough and quick as he finally came, spilling his seed deep within her.

After a few moments Sirius slid off of Hermione and pulled the thick comforter up over them. Hermione sighed and looked at him. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and a small smile graced her lips. "I do believe you lived up to your word, Mr. Black," she said softly, an amused air to her voice.

Once again he gave her that roguish smile of his and simply said, "I aim to please." Hermione smiled slightly and turned over in bed, sleep easily taking her.

Sirius lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling, his hands folded behind his head, and a smile gracing his lips. Dear Gods, could I get used to that... How much luckier could a man get?...