Cherries

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 13,568
Chapter 12 Edit Date: 12/16/2008
Clean-up editing: 06/05/2009
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
roxie – I'm trying to follow my original outline. Thing is, the outline didn't seem so sinister, but now that I'm filling it in with the emotions and all, I realize how dark the story is. Snape is sane, he's just not fluffy. Reread chapter 8, I changed the torture part because I thought it too much myself, but plan to use the part I removed in a later chapter. Again, going by my original outline, this story isn't half-way done yet, sorry about that.
*
elphaba – Thanks for the review! Yes, I really liked the part with Remus and Sirius myself. Am trying to show Sirius' ambiguity over the whole situation as well as a “normal” persons reaction to the situation for contrast.
*
JordenK – Thanks for your review! Yes, the scrollbar is a wonderful feature. I find myself doing the same thing for certain stories though, as I read more fanfic, I don't find myself as freaked out as I used to be. Not sure if that's a good thing though. I hope the psychological stuff is on the mark, I'm trying to keep that as accurate as I can. And, eek! I forgot! Ginny's name doesn't start with a V! Must change my warnings! Thanks for the reminder!
*
Altasia – Yes, my dear, more kinky stuff on the way.
*
soniab – Oh no! I almost changed this chapter because of your second guessing a part of it but then I thought it was kind of obvious this plot bunny would be rearing it's ugly head so the chapter stayed intact (esp since it had already been sent to my beta when you wrote your review). I hope you don't guess what else happens or that means the story must be following a normal course for fanfic and that would be a bummer. I know all this has been done before, I was just hoping mine wasn't quite as tame as others.
*
WeasleyY7 – Thanks for the 'You rock' comment! Made my day. Yes, I keep fiddling with the story, working to perfect it.
*
Cat – I hope my warnings aren't too over the top. And, I'm glad to hear your feelings on Sirius, those were the feelings I was hoping to instill in people.
*
StaceyLo12 – Thank you for your review!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 12 – A Great Many Things

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Story Date: November 15, 1995

Severus stood in the corner of the kitchen, his arms folded over his chest as he contemplated the feeling of unease that had risen in his chest. Severus sensed a familiar magic emanating from Remus but he wasn't sure of the exact nature of the magic he felt; it could be from any number of curses that he was aware of. He knew the headmaster felt the magic as well.

“Remus, where did you go yesterday? You were gone for most of the day.” Albus' face was impassive, his voice quiet as he sat at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of tea in front of him.

“Me? Oh, I had some family business to take care of.” Remus was stirring his tea and getting ready to read the Daily Prophet.

“You didn't tell anyone you were leaving.”

“Well, no, it was sudden and I left without delay.” Remus sat back quietly, wondering where this conversation was going because Albus wasn't normally quite so interested in his whereabouts.

Albus' blue eyes looked at Remus expectantly. Severus' black eyes flashed between the two as they spoke.

Remus blew on his tea, then sipped it carefully. “I received notice my mother was ill, but when I got there she was fine. I decided to stay for a while to make sure everything was all right before I came back.”

“This notice, was it via the floo? Or owl?” Severus asked.

“An owl.” Again, Remus sipped his tea before turning his eyes from Severus to Albus, then back when Severus spoke.

“The message, I wish to see it.” Severus didn't move, he kept his arms folded over his chest as he watched Remus carefully.

Remus sat there for a moment, pondering, then said quietly, “I don't recall what I did with the note.” He checked his pockets and came up empty.

“It's not on your person? Did you destroy it, perhaps?” Severus' black eyes never wavered from Remus.

“I could have left it on the mantle, let me go look. I attempted to floo home but was unable to connect.” Remus went to stand but stopped when Severus walked over and put a hand on his shoulder to still him.

“No, I'll go.” Severus left the room briefly, then came back. “No message.” He leaned against the kitchen counter across the table from Remus, again crossing his arms.

Severus and Albus gave each other a meaningful look.

Remus saw the look they gave each other. Putting his cup down, he inquired, “What's going on? What do you suspect?”

Albus looked at Remus briefly before looking down at his cup as he sipped his tea. “Did you, perhaps, meet with someone new?”

“Is there something wrong? I don't understand this line of questioning.” Remus looked at the two men before him, wondering why they were so interested in his whereabouts.

“Before you went home, do you recall meeting with anyone?” Again, Remus felt both pairs of eyes boring into him.

“No, I was in here, received the owl message, went into the living room to floo my parents, then left when I couldn't connect. I don't recall meeting anyone until I arrived home. Again, I ask, what do you suspect?” Remus stood up and paced a little while the other two watched him.

“It just seems uncharacteristic of you to disappear without informing someone of your whereabouts. Sirius and Molly were here, yet you did not notify either one of them. Did you?” Albus sipped his tea, watching Remus.

“No, no I didn't. I didn't even think to.” Remus sighed deeply as he sat back down.

“It is suspicious that you receive a message that contains information making you leave the premises posthaste, and that information turns out to be incorrect.” Severus leaned forward, his hands on the back of a chair.

Albus watched Severus as he spoke, then turned to look at the man sitting at the table next to him. “, let us be sure it is you and not an impostor, shall we? Please, tell me why you have difficulty obtaining employment.”

Remus looked at the two men quietly, looking both concerned and annoyed. “I'm a werewolf. Everyone knows that, Albus.” Severus gave a snort.

Ignoring Severus, Albus continued. “Yes, but does everyone know who bit you?”

“No, only the Order members know that. Fenrir bit me when I was a boy.” A frown flitted across Remus' face as he remembered the day that changed his life forever.

“And, who did you specifically teach how to protect themselves from Dementors?”

“Harry, in his third year, I taught him how to produce a Patronus.” Remus waved his hand absently, a smile on his face as he remembered Harry's elation when he first produced one.

“The first time Harry sat in your office talking with you, who brought you what?”

“Severus brought me my Wolfsbane.” Remus indicated Severus with a nod of his head.

“Who began the creation of the special map Harry is in possession of?”

“Sirius began the project, then the rest of us helped him finish it.” Remus looked down, a furrow in his brow when he mentioned Sirius, though he didn't realize he had done so. Severus caught the look and stood up straight when he saw it, his eyes flashing towards Albus' before going back to Remus.

“This map is called?” Albus had also seen the momentary facial expression and acknowledged Severus' look with one of his own.

“The Marauder's Map.”

Albus sat back and smiled, satisfied it was the real Remus Lupin before him though he wondered if the look on Remus' face was significant or not. He turned to look at Severus.

“Do you have any more questions for him, Severus?”

Severus sat down opposite Remus. “Remus, tell me what happened when you arrived at the home of your parents.”

Remus stared at Severus for a few moments, sensing that something was very, very wrong. “Would the two of you please tell me what's going on? Or what you suspect?”

Severus glanced at Albus before explaining. “As was stated earlier, it is of an umbrageous nature for you to receive notice informing you that you must leave posthaste; the nature of the notice must be questioned due to the information contained within it being false. It is significant that you left without notifying anyone of your departure, especially when you are aware of the fact that one of the Order members is under surveillance. And, it is prodigious that you would be gone the entire day after discovering the information within the notice was grossly invalid.”

“Yes, yes, I could see how that would all be considered suspicious when you look at it collectively, I suppose.”

Albus sat forward in his chair and looked at Remus closely. “Remus, you have never done something so irresponsible and dangerous before. Not since I've known you; you've always been very careful about letting others know where you go in case it is a trap. You are one of the more cautious people I know.”

“I know, Albus, I know. I don't know what came over me.” Remus hung his head slightly as he toyed with his cup of tea.

Remus' uncharacteristic body language set Severus on edge. “What, exactly, did the message state again?”

“It just told me to come home immediately, that my mother was gravely ill.” Remus wouldn't look at either man before him.

“Yet, when you arrived home, you found that your mother was not ill, correct?” Severus continued his quizzing quietly, watching Remus carefully.

“Correct. She was surprised when I showed up on her doorstep and had no idea who would have sent me the owl post.”

“Did that not make you suspicious that something was wrong and that, perhaps, you should immediately return?” Severus hoped something would jog Remus' memory to help him remember any important event or to mention one without realizing its importance. He feared Remus' memory had been tampered with and knew that it would be dangerous to try and retrieve the wiped out memories.

“Now, when you mention it, yes, it was suspicious. But, at the time, strange, I decided I should stay home to make sure everything was okay there.” Remus rubbed his temples as he struggled to remember all that had occurred.

Again, Albus and Severus looked at each other. Severus glanced at Remus before asking, “And?”

“Well, I don't know, I stayed home, ate lunch and dinner there, then came back without further thought.”

“Do you recall anything unusual?” Albus sipped his tea again as he looked over his cup at Remus.

“No, nothing at all. I'm sorry, I really am. The only thing wrong was that I got a bogus message.”

“Exactly. That should have been an immediate tip-off and you should have come back immediately.” Exasperated, Severus sat back sharply. There was no telling what had occurred while Remus was gone. He made a mental note to talk with Molly again to make sure nothing unusual occurred with her that he may have missed during his first discussion with her. Then he'd talk with Black.

“And yet, I don't know why, but I didn't see it that way at the time. I do now, but then...” Remus' face was troubled.

“You don't recall where you were or what happened before you received the message?” Albus' eyes went back and forth from Severus to Remus as Severus continued to quiz the other man.

Remus sat for several minutes thinking.

“Remus?”

Remus spoke slowly as he thought. “No, it's strange. I remember getting up, getting showered, dressing, and coming down here. I had a cup of tea in my hand. Then,” he sighed loudly as he fought to remember, “then I was standing over there watching for an owl, as if I was expecting it.” He pointed to where he had suddenly found himself standing.

“You don't recall putting the cup down? Or walking over there?” 'At last, a piece of useful information.' Severus turned to look at where Remus indicated, then looked back at Remus.

“No, I don't recall what I did with the cup. But then, that's something you do without thinking about, I suppose.”

“Perhaps. Though, in your situation, it sounds unlikely.” To Severus, it was obvious that Remus' memory had been tampered with. But why? By whom? Why would they send Remus away for most of the day and leave Molly alone? Had something happened to Molly that they were unaware of?

Albus concluded the questioning. “Remus, we'll have a meeting tonight about this to discuss it further. One thing I will impress upon everyone is that no-one leaves without notifying another Order member. Agreed?”

“Yes, yes, absolutely.”

“I would also humbly ask you to relinquish your memories that has occupied our conversation just now to a pensieve so that I may view them.”

“Of course, if you think it's necessary. I have no objection.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Kreacher had left them that morning as soon as he brought them to the park. The day was cool but considerably warmer than it had been, warm enough that they didn't require more than a long-sleeved shirt to remain comfortable. Both were glad it wasn't raining today and Sirius shrank their umbrellas so he could put them in his pocket. They grabbed hands and began to walk, their path familiar to them now that they had been coming here daily for over a month.

“Sirius? Do you suppose we could eat out today? Even if it's just fast food? I'd love some chips.”

“Now, that's music to my ears, hearing you say you want to eat!”

She hit his arm playfully, “Now, Sirius! Stop!”

He put his arm around her and hugged her to him briefly. “Yes, babe, I suppose we could. McDonald's sound good?”

“Yes, sounds divine.” She turned towards him and wrapped her arms around his back, her head on his chest.

They Disapparated with a crack, Apparating in an instant onto a dead end street in central London. Hermione wasn't sure where they were, never having been on this particular street before. After glancing around to make sure they hadn't been seen arriving, Sirius grabbed her hand, walking up the street with her in tow. When they got to the end of the road, she saw it was called Slingsby Place and they were on the corner of Long Acre. Sirius turned right, his eyes everywhere as they walked slowly along the street; Hermione suddenly felt sorry for asking him to take her there, she realized he would never be able to relax while they were in such a public place.

“Sirius? We could go back, we don't need to come here.” She so liked being out with Sirius, she didn't have to call him Master and he treated her normally.

“Sweetie, it's okay. We'll be there shortly.”

They continued walking, crossed the road then turning onto Rose Street, followed by a turn onto Floral Street, Garrick Street, then down St. Martin's Lane until they reached their destination. Sirius gave the street a sweep with his eyes, then they entered the restaurant. Once they had their food, they sat in the back with Sirius facing the front, his eyes wary of every patron that entered. She found it amusing when he put his feet up so that they were hooked on the bench on either side of her, she looked up to see him calmly laying his food out and had a feeling he was doing the 'dominate male thing' without thinking; in a way, she found his doing things like that both endearing as well as annoying; her 'girly' self found this behavior quaint but her 'feminist' self found it stifling.

“Sirius? Why do you always put your legs on either side of me all the time?”

“What? Oh, I didn't realize I did that.” He lowered his legs without a second thought as he continued to eat.

She looked at him for a few moments before changing the subject. “Next time, I think it would be safer to go to the mall. I feel like I've been more trouble than it was worth just for a few chips.”

“Kitten, don't worry about it. Besides, the mall made you nervous and there aren't as many people around here for you to deal with. I don't mind, it's nice to get out like this every once in a while, even if it is a bit of a pain in the arse to do so for my little lady love.” He chuckled as she blushed at his words.

He watched as she ate a cheeseburger and a few chips, then sat back as if full.

“Baby, have you been working on eating more?” She seemed to have gained some weight, which pleased him.

“Yes, sir. I've been trying.”

“Then how about eating some more? You've got that apple pie to eat yet.” He pointed to the pie as he chewed on a burger.

“I know, I know.” She didn't sound very enthusiastic.

“I see I need to come down and feed you more often, don't I?” Sirius' eyes twinkled as he tugged at her hair playfully.

“Well, not that I don't enjoy your feeding me or anything...” She smiled at him mischievously as she grabbed his hand.

“You need to eat more, hon. I've been telling you that for a while now.” He glanced up to look at some people who had entered the restaurant before looking down at her hand as he squeezed it lightly. He liked how she was responding to him; she didn't act afraid all the time anymore, had begun teasing him and, in some ways, flirted with him just as she was doing now.

“Yes sir, I know.”

“Do you know what the one bad thing about eating out is?”

She watched as he looked up at some people bustling in through the door. “Um, other than you have to keep a close eye out for other wizards?”

“Heh, yes, other than that.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Erm, I don't know. What?”

“You have to keep your clothes on.” He reached forward and tugged on her shirt.

“Sirius! Is that all you ever think about?”

“No, your fashion sense isn't all I think about.” He wriggled his eyebrows up and down at her as he smiled salaciously.

“You're too much!” She threw a chip at him as she giggled. “Now, *that* is something I know you're always thinking about!”

He watched quietly as she ate her apple pie while he finished his food, then reached up and clasped his hands behind his head. He saw her face change, then readying herself to ask what seemed to be a difficult question.

“Sirius?”

“Yes?”

“Why *are* you so fixated on sex?”

He barked out a laugh. “Baby, I don't know. I just am.” His smile slowly left him. “I guess, I don't know, I guess being locked away all those years kind of, I don't know, stuck me in adolescent mode or something like that. Considering I'm almost thirty-six, I think I do pretty good. Besides, my dick won't let me forget about sex, it's always in the mood.”

She sat and watched his face changing as he spoke, and thought about him being in Azkaban at such a young age. He was one of the youngest prisoners incarcerated there, other than Barty Crouch, Jr.; not much older than she was now. She tried to think about how devastating a sentence that was to him and couldn't fathom it. She found she suddenly wanted to give him a hug but compromised by putting her feet up so they were between his legs, just under his crotch.

“Do you, um, do you think your being so, um, so.......” He could see her struggling to find words. “Do you think that some of your sex practices are, um, due to being locked up?”

“Some of my sex practices? Such as?”

“Well, you know, um, your tying me up and, um, the whips and all.” She had her head down and was looking at him through her hair.

“Uh,” he cleared his throat, “Well, baby, I don't know. Really, I don't. I mean, they do beat you there and all. But, I don't hurt you anymore, right? I don't do anything like what was done to me, I swear I've never been that bad to you.” This conversation was definitely getting uncomfortable, he shifted in his seat a bit.

“But, why do you, you know, have this thing for tying me up and all? You'd think you would want to avoid that.”

“Sweetie, I don't know. I don't dissect my sexual desires, I just know what I like and act on them. As long as they don't cause you injury, I don't see a problem with them.”

“Yes, but, I mean, I see the restraining part, I've heard of people getting a thrill with that before, but what about the other stuff?”

“What other stuff?”

“Um, the part where you, uh,” she looked embarrassed, “you hang me and the part with, um pee, stuff like that.”

“Like I said, I don't dissect what I like, sweetie. I don't know why it appeals to me.”

“But, did they pee on you in there?”

“What? No, no, they didn't do that to me. It's just something I shared with someone else before I was locked up and I found I liked it. I don't understand, baby, you've indicated to me that you found Golden Showers enjoyable, so why are you questioning its practice?”

“I don't know. I never would have thought that people did that to each other, it seems so......dirty.”

“It is, yeah, I guess it is. But, you wash it off. It feels good as it occurs, then you wash it off. No big deal.” He decided this conversation was not one he wanted to continue; time to try and steer it away from him. He watched some more people enter as he toyed with his drink.

She looked up at him and saw he was getting testy. They had talked more than usual about sex and she was glad he had opened up to her, even if it was just a little bit. She went to ask another question, but he asked one of her before she could open her mouth.

“Baby, I've been wanting to ask you about something I've taken note of. What I've noticed is that you haven't been reading many books lately. I thought I'd see your nose in a book every time I came down. Do I need to get you some more books or different ones? Do the ones in your room bore you?”

“No. I read some, but I can't concentrate. And I'm so sleepy all the time, I fall asleep while I'm reading.”

“That's not like you. How many books have you read since you've been with me? I tried to give you a wide variety.”

“I don't know. Maybe a few dozen?” She reflected upon her answer, “No, way more than that.”

Sirius coughed. “More than a few dozen books? Those books? Those big fat books? You've read more than a few dozen books since you've been with me? Baby, that's quite a few books. I'm impressed.” He brought his arms down and put them across the back of the booth as he put his feet on either side of her again.

“Well, I would have read more but, you know, I get tired and fall asleep.”

“Hmm, little 'Miss Studious' wouldn't get sleepy while reading a book if the stories I hear about you and the library are true.”

He thought about that, he had noticed her sleeping more often, though he had initially attributed it to her being bored. He looked at her, thinking.

“Have you been feeling sick or anything?” His gray eyes watched her face quietly.

“Sick? No. I've been feeling pretty good, except for feeling tired.”

“Nothing, not even in the mornings?” He sat forward, his elbows on the table as he put a few chips in his mouth.

She shook her no as she took a sip of her drink. He watched her put her drink down while he ate another chip. He was considering how to ask his next question, how to voice his suspicions without alarming her. He was surprised she hadn't come to the same conclusion as he. He looked around as he sat forward, his hands loosely clasped together over his food as he watched her reaction to his next question.

“Sweetie,” his voice was low, “when was the last time you had your cycle?”

“My cycle? You mean my,” her voice became an embarrassed whisper, “my period?”

He chuckled at the thought of her being embarrassed over talking about her period after all they had done together; he hadn't expected that reaction. “Yes, have you had your period since you've been in your new room?”

“No, sir. No, I haven't. I thought it was, you know, because of the stress and all.”

“Mmmm.” He sat back, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Sirius?” She looked up in alarm, her eyes wide, feeling her mouth go dry. “You don't think, you don't think I could be, that I could...”

She couldn't say it; couldn't bring the words to her lips.

“Shhh, no need to get frantic. I don't know. But your tiredness could be due to any number of things – depression, boredom...”

“But, I can't be! I can't!” Alarmed, he quickly reached over and brought his hand up to her mouth to quiet her.

“Shhhh! I can get a test potion and we'll find out for sure tomorrow. Be quiet, don't bring attention to yourself, please!” He could pass off her tiredness as boredom, but what about her lack of periods? Stress was a good possibility he supposed, though he wasn't sure.

She felt tears in her eyes as she looked down at the remains of her apple pie. He grabbed at her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Hon, it won't be the end of the world if you are pregnant, you do know that, don't you?” He leaned down and forward as he tried to look at her face.

“We should have used contraceptive, we never even discussed it!” Her voice was shaky and he worried she would begin crying.

“No, you're right. I wasn't as careful as I should have been. You need to try and figure out when you had your cycle last so we can figure out when it's due if the test does come back positive. And,” he looked at her intently, “figure out who the father is.”

She sucked in a loud gasp, “I've never! I've only! It's only been you and, and, and...” Again, he put his fingers over her mouth to quiet her.

“Shhhh! Shush! There was Ron as well, sweetie.”

She looked at him in surprise. “He never entered me, you wouldn't let him.” She slammed herself back in her seat, not sure what to think now.

“No, but he did ejaculate outside of you and he pushed his jizzum into you. It's very possible, if there is a child, that it belongs to him.” He was kicking himself, this definitely wasn't the place to discuss this subject; he should have known she'd become over-emotional and risk bringing attention to them.

“How, how would we find out who, who the father is?” She looked down at her hands. 'This can't be possible. It can't be.'

“There are charms for that, sweetie. You should know that with all the reading you do.”

“I never worried about being pregnant so I had no need to learn that stuff. There was so much more to learn for Harry's sake.” She had begun to wring her hands as well as chew on her bottom lip nervously.

He looked at her when she said that, now understanding the types of books she would read other than potions; but then, he supposed he should have known that in the first place.

Her voice dropped very low, “Is there any chance, um, that, um, M-M-Master Kre...”

“No. No, absolutely not. An elf won't impregnate a human. That, my dear, is proven fact.” He reached up and ran his hand along her hair, then traced her jaw-line.

“You're sure? I mean, Hagrid is, um, mixed.” Again, her voice trembled.

“Yeah, well, giants are very closely related to humans. They are merely larger and dumber versions of humans and have even less control over their bodies than wizards do. Elves are able to do something with their sperm so that human females don't conceive. Believe me, Kreacher wouldn't want you to have his child, I know it's an insult to you, but it's because you aren't pure-blood. Don't worry about that, babe. Please? I'm sorry I brought it up, now all you're going to do is worry.”

“But, what if he forgot to do that change? Ew, what if, you know, I mean...” She folded her arms, putting her right hand up so that she could put her chin in her palm as she looked away from him.

“I'll talk to him but I'm very sure he would have remembered. He's not as emotional as I am and wouldn't have forgotten.” She looked at him when he said that and gave a small smile as she considered his statement.

He watched her pick at her food while he thought about their conversation. He didn't recall her having her cycle while with them, and couldn't remember when she had mentioned she had it before he took her down to the slave room. 'I'll keep thinking about it, it's at the tip of my tongue, the last time she cycled. I should have used a contraceptive, damn it! I thought about it but never followed through. And I even made fucking Ron shove his cum up into her. Damn it, why do I have to get carried away at times like that? Wish I hadn't done that now, that way, at least I'd know the child was my own.'

Twenty minutes later they left the restaurant, Sirius' eyes continuously sweeping the street as they walked hand-in-hand. They stopped at a few shops along the way, window browsing and goofing off as a way of relieving their tension. Finally, they walked down an empty street and Disapparated, arriving in the park nearly instantaneously. He grabbed her hand and they walked down the path quietly.

Hermione kept thinking about the possibility of a baby. What if she were pregnant? Would Sirius free her so she could have it? Would he force her to abort? What if it were Ron's? Ron didn't remember (thankfully) the night she had been kidnapped and wouldn't remember masturbating on her. If it were Ron's baby, he'd never believe it. She glanced at Sirius, then looked away quickly. She didn't understand why he had been so mean to Ron. She had been so afraid Sirius was going to hurt Ron that night, so very afraid. She knew what he had forced Ron to do was unconscionable but she was glad he hadn't harmed Ron physically. Well, she screwed up her face a moment, he did hurt Ron by modifying his memory but yet he didn't hurt Ron. In a way, he helped Ron by getting rid of those awful memories. She let go of Sirius' hand and crossed her arms over her chest as she thought about Ron's mouth on her breasts.

“What is it, babe?” Sirius saw the look on her face when he looked up after she had pulled her hand out of his.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about, you know, what if there is a baby.” She idly kicked at some leaves.

He nodded but didn't say anything as they continued to walk slowly.

“Sirius?”

“Yes, hon?” He struggled to keep his patience and managed to keep the edge off his voice.

“What if there is a baby? Will you let me have it? Even if it is Ron's?” She looked up at him, afraid of what his answer would be.

“We'll see. First we have to find out if you are. Then calculate how far along you are. If you truly haven't had your period since you've been with me then you are at least four months along. I took you in August and it's now November. I recall you having your cycle in July because I joked with you about your needing something blue to make the stain on the sheets look like the American flag for the 4th of July. Remember that?”

“Yes, I thought it was a sick joke.”

“It was, true. But at least it helped me remember you having your period that month. I don't recall you having one in the beginning of August. I took you August 19th, and you have not cycled since. If that's the case, then the child is definitely mine. If you didn't cycle for a month or two due to stress, then the child could be either of ours depending upon when you ovulated. I don't know if you could go so many months without your period due to emotional issues, but I suppose it's possible. If you are more than three months pregnant then, as far as I know, it will be too dangerous to take the child from you with a potion; therefore, we need to be positive if you are pregnant and how far along you are. If you aren't pregnant, we'll definitely get you started on a contraceptive.” He grabbed her hand as they continued to walk.

“Oh.”

“Hermione, the thing is, I don't want a child. Not yet, anyway.” He pulled her close to him and put his arm around her shoulder. He didn't want a baby around to ruin his fun with her; he knew she'd be preoccupied with the infant and he didn't want her having to stop her duty to him to take care of a baby. He especially didn't want a child that wasn't his own around. Plus, he wasn't quite sure what Kreacher would do to a half-blood baby; his mind conjured up all kinds of torments Kreacher could come up with knowing Hermione couldn't protect the child from him. Yet, due to questioning, he sensed the importance of a baby to Hermione and was torn on what to do.

“What does that mean?” She stopped walking abruptly and looked up at him.

“We'll see what happens first.”

“No, what does that mean? If you don't want a child and we can't abort, then what? You'll kill it?” He heard the fear and the accusation in her voice.

“No! No, I'm not a murderer, Hermione. Do you really think that of me?” Sirius turned her towards him and grabbed her shoulders as he asked, his voice becoming a hoarse whisper.

“I don't know. I didn't think you were a rapist and kidnapper until you took me.” She pushed back and stepped away from him.

His face showed great anger and he grabbed for her as she jumped away fearfully, then he pulled his arm back and turned away from her, trying to control his temper.

She became afraid and put her hands up to her face, her fingers curled inward as she put her hands over her mouth while she chewed on her lower lip, her eyes wide, fearing she had gone too far. It took her a few moments to get up the courage to ask meekly, “S-Sirius?”

His voice was full of sorrow. “I've done a great many things, Hermione, that you don't know about. There's more to me than you realize.” He put his hand up to his face, rubbing his forehead wearily.

She brought her arms around and hugged herself. He was definitely frightening her. “W-What, what do you mean?”

“Don't worry about it. I won't hurt the child, Hermione. Even if it is Ron's. Okay? Don't worry about that, sweetie.” He turned to look at her and gave her a tired smile.

“But...”

“Kitten, let's stop talking about it right now, okay? Wait until tomorrow when we find out for sure. Okay?” He didn't know why, but he had the sudden overwhelming need to take control of the situation, to control her. There was one way he knew how to manipulate her; sexually she was easily controlled and didn't need to be forced into doing anything, not since they broke her. Sex with her was being in control of her and of the situation at hand, and it gave him a feeling of security to be fucking her. He found that having her to do things she didn't want to do but acquiesced into doing because he demanded it made him feel good; as long as she climaxed, he figured that, for the most part, all was well with her, too.

He stood there, looking at her as he firmly grabbed her shoulders and kneaded them. He took note of how she pulled away from him fearfully when he first took hold of her shoulders and frowned; he bent down briefly and licked her ear as he moved his hands so they were rubbing the junction of her neck and shoulders, his thumbs rubbing under her ears.

“Yes, sir.” She began to relax under his hands and closed her eyes, her hands going to his waist.

He pulled her up to him and gave her a hug. She went to pull away from him but he held her tight, when she looked up he began to kiss her; she felt his left hand slide up and settle behind her head while his right went down and pushed her bottom towards him. Her first instinct was to pull away from him because of her tumultuous feelings, but she refrained from doing so out of fear. They kissed for several minutes, her heart beginning to flutter wildly as her body responded to him ardently with each passing moment – her arms went around his neck, her hands in his hair, her nipples hardened, she felt warmth in her loins as well as moisture, her body shuddered to his touch as his strong hands slowly roamed her body, her respirations quickened as their kissing became deeper; she pushed up against him as her buttocks tightened under his hands when he kneaded them roughly. Finally, he released her mouth, then kissed down her neck as she moved her head so his path was clear, pausing as she felt him giving her a love-bite. She didn't know why, but she loved when he gave her a love-bite; she liked the sensation of him sucking deeply on her neck while his tongue twirled on her skin, his warm breath pulsing from his nostrils and curling forcefully around her neck in tantalizing invisible ribbons as it bounced along and swirled through her hair.

She didn't want him to stop but she was very aware that they were out in public. She felt him smile on her neck, then his hands snaked down her sides and began to lift her shirt until he swiftly pulled it off of her.

“Sirius!” She tried to pull away from him as he undid her bra but he held her close; he slid it off of her and grabbed her breasts, leaned down to kiss his mark, then sucked on a very pert nipple as she threw her head back and gasped, her body arching tightly as her hands grabbed at his arms for support.

“Come on, baby. No-one is around to catch us.” He pulled her away from the path towards a clump of trees, then lay down next one, pulling her down with him. “Unbutton me, babe, work me with your mouth.”

She looked around nervously while he played with her breasts, then began kissing him as she reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down his hips a little as she released his erection and kissed the tip. She climbed between his legs and leaned down, taking his head into her mouth briefly as her tongue swirled around him, then released him with a pop. She grabbed him with her hand and slowly, wetly circled his glans with the flat of her tongue, then licked the length of him a few times before pushing the tip of her tongue into his meatus as she closed her lips about his slit and sucked his pre-cum out of him; she felt him groan as he lay his hands on the back of her head. She drew him into her mouth, gradually taking all of him in while her tongue flattened along the bottom of his shaft and pushed its textured side against him as she worked it up and down along his length, she then sucked hard and began bobbing her head in tiny up and down motions as she lay herself down on the ground before him, feeling the grass tickling the bare skin of her torso. Once flat on the ground, she brought her arms around his thighs and began to perform fellatio on him in earnest, knowing exactly what he liked – concentrating her tongue action on the ridge of his glans; she twirled and flicked her tongue around his head before sucking him in deeply and completely, then came back up to twirl and flick again.

She pulled up on him with her mouth and again circled his glans several times with a very wet tongue, then kissed and licked his thighs and belly before kissing along his mons and up his dick, then licking down the back of his shaft to his balls; she began to lick his sac as she pushed his testicles together and carefully sucked them into her mouth and tongued them gently, listening to him moan quietly as she did so. She continued to give him a hand-job as she manipulated his balls carefully before allowing them to pop out and licking his sac dry. She raised up slightly and kissed and licked around his penis before again circling his head with her tongue while sucking, then delving the tip of her tongue into his slit; she slid her lips and tongue down his shaft as her hand slid behind his balls and, for the first time, began rubbing his perineum with one hand while massaging his sac with the other, bringing a surprised gasp from him as his fingers twitched in her hair. She licked her fingers and he felt them, very wet with her saliva, circling around and pushing against his anus; he was surprised to find he liked the sensation. He concentrated on the new sensations her fingers were giving him and he began to wish she'd push into him completely just as a finger slid into him, she hesitated briefly before pushing another finger in as he reared up slightly, then began to massage his prostate through his rectal wall – he didn't know if she knew what she was doing but his instant, “oh, fuck yeah” made her massage a little harder as she continued to alternately suck, kiss, lick, and rub him; his breathing becoming faster and his groans louder.

He closed his eyes as he felt her busily pleasuring him, his first thoughts being how much she had learned in the past few months and how adventuresome she had become. He ground himself into her and growled his pleasure as his hands spasmed on the back of her head, until he finally fisted her hair tightly and began to make her deep throat at the pace he wanted. Suddenly, he felt a great desire to urinate as he felt his orgasm building, he wondered if this was due to her milking his prostate and hoped he wasn't about to piss in her mouth just as the sensation dissipated. His pelvis came off the ground, his back arching slightly and his heels digging into the ground as he came explosively with a muffled yell. Damn, he did like the way his Kitten mouthed him and her massaging him through his arse intrigued the hell out of him – where the fuck did she learn that?

He lay flat on his back again for almost half a minute, his breathing slowly coming back to normal as he continued to hold her hair in his hands, his fingers rubbing her head after a few moments while her mouth encased him even after she finished swallowing his cum; he was riveted on the sensation of her holding his dick tightly in her mouth with her tongue wrapped around him, giving a suck every few seconds but not moving like a good girl, just as he had taught her. He felt her fingers slide out of his arse, then rub his anus a few times before she slid her hands onto his groin on either side of his dick. After a few moments, he pulled on her hair indicating that he wanted her to come up so that she was on her side next to him. After he settled himself inside his pants and buttoned them up, he turned to face her and gave her a kiss, then looked down her body with a smile as he pushed her onto her back, giving her another kiss to silence her objections.

He got on his knees while kissing her neck and ears where he knew she liked it, his hands unbuttoning her jeans. “Sweetie, I know I told you I wanted you in dresses without a bra or knickers, now didn't I?” he teased. He reached down so he could remove her shoes and socks, then pull her pants off along with her knickers so that she lay before him naked. He looked around quickly, leaned down to kiss her belly, then came up and loomed over her, whispering into her ear, “It's kind of fun doing it someplace where we might get caught, isn't it, pumpkin?” He looked at her body in the chilled air, taking note of how hard her nipples were and the goose-bumps that peppered her skin. “It looks like I'm going to have to work fast to warm you up, baby, doesn't it?” She giggled nervously, then reached up and put her hand behind his head, pulling him down so she could kiss him savagely.

She closed her eyes as his warm hands rubbed, pinched, and kneaded her body and his mouth worked her over; he left cool trails of saliva as he kissed, nipped, and sucked his way down to her privates. He brought his leg over her so he lay on top of her in a “69” position, his legs V-ing around her head in an attempt to help her stay warm as he grabbed her thighs with his hands and pulled her legs apart. She obeyed his silent command and brought her knees up, splaying them apart for him as far as she could manage, giving him easy access to her vulva. She felt his hot breath on her wet lips before his own closed down around them and sucked them into his mouth; he pulled his head back while sucking on her inner labial lips as she wrapped her arms around his lower back and moaned. Her lips popped out of his mouth and he brought his arms up so his elbows rested on top of the backs of her thighs, his hands now in place so he could spread her pale pink petals wide, giving him access to her fragrant vaginal opening, where her juices glistened in the cool air. She heard him growl while laving her, his husky “I love your pussy” whorling around her sex as he lowered his wide open mouth around her and began sucking, his tongue a perfect instrument for drawing her tissues against him and sucking her juices out for him to swallow. And swallow he did, noisily, as he moaned and soughed loudly; his lower jaw driving her wild as it moved in circles and massaged her fiercely.

She could hear his efforts, which excited her more, and she began to rock her hips, pushing herself up against his face rhythmically. She felt his lips and tongue manipulating her, making her catch her breath as her tissues tingled where his mouth warmed her from the chill air. His tongue began to flick around her opening, then circled it lightly several times; he delved his tongue deep within her as his lips closed and sucked more juices out. He came up for air and began kissing her thighs, giving her little pecks and sucks as his arms pressed down on them, keeping them up and opened wide as his fingers tickled her groin and buttocks lightly. He kissed one thigh, then the other, as he slowly worked his mouth towards her center; when he arrived to his target, he slammed his mouth around her clit and sucked her hood into his mouth, the flat of his tongue rolling over the little jelly bean contained within as she cried out and lifted her ass off the ground. He sucked and swirled his tongue, released her with a pop, then flicked her clit a few times; sucked and swirled his and tongue, released with a pop, then flicked her clit her as she writhed beneath him, her body trapped by his so that she was unable to escape his constant assault on her hooded nub; her cries muffled as she pressed her face into his thighs; her hands alternately clawing at his back, then spasming on the backs and sides of his legs and hips as she struggled to deal with the intense ravishment of her body. Suck and swirl, release, then flick. Suck and swirl, release, then flick. Suck and swirl, release, then flick.

Finally, after several exquisite minutes, he pulled away and looked down at her clit, smiling when he saw how it stood straight out, engorged with blood from her arousal. He let her catch her breath a moment as he kissed her inner thighs; when he saw her beaded nub begin to emerge from its hood and felt her body relaxing, he bent down and flicked her clit rapidly with the tip of his tongue, watching her hips tighten, then micro-jerk to his rhythm as she cried out from the unexpected stimulation, her hands scrabbling at his legs desperately. He pulled her cheeks apart and reached down to rim her anus a few times before sucking and kissing his way back to her clit as he listened to her utter short, shrill cries of intense passion in between great gulps of air and high-pitched, whimpering gasps when his mouth powerfully encircled her clit once again. Suck and swirl, release, then flick. Suck and swirl, release, then flick. Suck and swirl, release, then flick. He worked on her this way until he could feel her becoming frustrated, her body wriggling jerkily under him furiously and her tight, strangled cries for him to “please let me cum, Sirius!” in between strained gasps making him smile as he relished her distress; he continued to control her orgasm, listening with satisfaction as her cries became more frantic. When he decided it was time, he pressed the flat of his tongue firmly down on her hooded, corded clit, going in vigorous circles as he felt the tension quickly build in her body until she came forcefully - her quivering hands fisting his pant legs desperately and pulling senselessly, her feet slamming down as his hands grabbed her ankles tightly to keep her from pushing her body along the ground and possibly hurting herself while her back arched and lifted him up with her as he continued to mash and swirl the flat of his tongue over her hooded jelly bean to prolong her orgasm. Her body went into a spasm as her ass lifted up jerkily when he pulled her clit into his mouth and began to manipulate it between his tongue, lips and teeth relentlessly; his arms forcing her legs to stay open as she struggled to mindlessly close them in her glory. He finally stopped when she began to tearfully beg for mercy in tight gasps, but not until he felt her orgasm a third time with barely a surrender from the first and second; her drawn out, high-pitched squeals crescendoing loudly from between his legs.

When he finally released her with a pop, he raised and curled up slightly so he could reach beneath him to lick and kiss her belly for a few moments, watching her muscles twitch as she caught her breath and gave soft gasps while she wriggled beneath him. He then lowered himself securely on top of her, trapping her again, and began kissing and sucking her trembling thighs, slowly working himself down to her core as she cried out in alarm “Sirius!”, her mind leaving her body as he tended to her anew.

He had been hard long before her first orgasm but he was determined to make her writhe beneath him as he controlled her mercilessly while pleasuring her, several orgasms later he was both pleased and surprised by her shaky unbuttoning of his pants and pulling out of his erection. He reared his hips up so he could slide his penis into her warm, sedulous mouth; her lips wrapping around him deliciously as he pumped himself down her throat while munching even more greedily on her sex. He enjoyed “69ing” while in the upper position, he didn't mind continuing to pleasure her after he came and he found being on top less taxing on his neck. He also liked the feeling of total domination while he worked on his partner beneath him, she couldn't escape his manipulations no matter how hard she tried; Sirius found himself getting harder at the thought of her being helplessly under his control and began pummeling into her mouth until she gagged a few times before he backed off, her forced gagging while on the verge of cumming was music to his ears.

Once both were sated, he rolled off of her and came up to lie next to her, his hand on her thigh as they both caught their breath.

“I think we need to do this more often, what do you think, babe?”

“Yes! Gods, yes! That was wonderful! I could keep on going!” He watched as she played with her nipples. She rolled them in her fingers, pulled on them, then let them go so her breasts bounced back into place. Then she grabbed her tits and massaged them, working her hands to her nipples and she started over again.

“Babe, where did you learn to massage my prostate?”

“Your what?”

“My prostate. You entered my arse and massaged my prostate while sucking me off. How did you know to do that?”

“I did? I don't know, I thought that since I liked it that maybe you would, too. Then you said, you said, well, you know what you said, and I knew you liked it, so I kept on going.”

He stared at her incredulously. “You've got to be kidding me.”

“Um, no. No, that's what happened.”

“Babe, you've got to do that to me more often. That was fucking amazing.”

She blushed as she giggled. “Okay, I'll do it again. Is that something I should do each time I go down on you?”

“Uh, yeah, I think that would be perfect, sweetie. That was definitely a good thing you did.”

“Okay, I will.” lay there and thought about what she had felt under her fingertips as she rubbed inside of him – the little round mass with the ridge along its center that she happened to find when her fingers pushed into him. She thought that she'd try a different technique each time she performed this 'prostate massage' until she found one he liked best. This time, she had merely rubbed that little bulb of tissue from the sides, pushing her fingers towards the ridge. She wondered if she should try rubbing in circles next. She decided she would need to read up on what a prostate was in the future. Her mind turned to how it felt to be touching him inside; it was an interesting sensation, having her fingers within him as his sphincter tightened around them.

There was silence for a few moments.

“What do you think about our being in the park while we did it? Do you think that made it more exciting?” He slid his hand over and began to rub her pubic hair lightly, her leg lowering so he had easier access.

She giggled. “Yes, I do.”

He continued to watch her play with her breasts a moment, his palm rubbing her mons, then replied, “Maybe I need to get you naked in public places more often.”

“I think I do like being in the buff outside, it's amazingly exciting!” she told him as she wiggled her assets, eliciting an amused chuckle from him.

“Babe, you're a little exhibitionist, aren't you? Have I awakened a new fetish in you? Hmmm?”

“Maybe you have. I think that it's a definite maybe.” She felt his nice warm hand slide up along her leg and start rubbing her thigh again.

“Oh, I plan to test that in the future, sweetie. How about we do it in the middle of the path tomorrow? Or maybe the middle of Grimmauld Place at midnight? What do you say?”

She thought about it briefly, liking the thought of each suggestion. “How about we do both! Though it'll be pretty cold out at midnight for me to be naked, don't you think?”

He imagined her very pert nipples and very warm mouth on his member as he stood in the cold weather, his hands on his hips with his head thrown back as she worked him over. “Oh, really? Well, what do you think about doing it in the snow, then? I could bring you out the first time it snows out. I think I'd like to see you sucking me off with snowflakes falling on your hot little body.”

“Snow! You'd make me do it in the snow in the nude?”

“No, sweetie, I'd let you wear boots! I'm not completely heartless!” Yes, he definitely decided she was going to do him in the snow, completely naked with her hands tied behind her back (he didn't want her touching him with cold fingers) and her tight tits jutting out proudly. He just hoped her shivering didn't cause her to use her teeth on him at an inopportune moment.

She laughed brightly, prompting Sirius to turn on his side and look at her quietly, his hand on her belly.

She saw his look. “What? Is something wrong?”

“No, it's just that that's the first time I've heard you laugh like that in months. It was nice to hear. Very nice to hear.” He began rubbing her belly, taking note it wasn't flat anymore. He looked at her breasts and wondered how big they would get while her pregnancy progressed.

She smiled up at him. He was right, she thought, she hadn't had a good laugh in months. She was feeling really good today, though she didn't know what the reason was for it, considering her worries over the possibility of being pregnant. Then she thought, maybe that was the reason. 'Do I want a baby after all? I always thought I'd wait until I was thirty-five or so before starting a family. The way things are right now, it would be nice to have a baby to care for. I don't know, what would Master Kreacher do? Would he get mad at the baby for crying? Maybe a baby would be a bad thing. And Sirius said he didn't want a baby, but why would that matter to him, I'd take care of it. I'll think about that later. I can only think about right now, the other stuff can wait.'

She sat up and looked around, then lay back and grabbed his hand, pulling it up to her breast, wriggling a little, wanting him to do more.

“Ah, hon, you need to get dressed, Kreacher will be arriving shortly.” He leaned forward and kissed his mark, then went to sit up but was stopped by her hand on his arm as she turned onto her side, surprising him by whispering in his ear, “Master Kreacher could join in when he arrives.” He felt her hand snake down under his pants as she began to kiss his neck.

“Baby, you are a little minx! But, seriously sweetie, we're done for now.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his partially erect penis. He looked at her generous curves as she lay on her side next to him and seriously considered taking advantage of the situation, but he really did need to get back; he had been gone longer than he had anticipated. He made a mental note to follow through with an outdoor threesome as soon as possible, which made him harden just thinking about it. He chuckled because he wasn't so sure Kreacher would be too thrilled with sex in the chilly autumn air if he insisted he join in.

Hermione lay back briefly, her fingers pulling on her nipples and a pout on her face as she watched him.

“Surely you're cold, I know you are; you're starting to shiver, and look at those nipples! They're harder than an ice cube.” He leaned down and sucked one deeply into his mouth, suckling it as an infant would, then gave it a kiss before he did the same to the other one. He imagined sucking breast milk out of her tits, then thought that her being pregnant might not be a bad thing after all. Tit-milk for all of his meals and snack time, too. His mouth watered at the thought. He had a feeling Kreacher wouldn't mind it either. “Come on, up with you, put your pants on.” Sirius handed her her pants and grabbed her shirt. “You don't need your bra or knickers.” She watched him put them into his pants pocket as she put her pants on, her breasts jiggling nicely in the cool air.

He put her shirt over her head, then massaged her breasts as she raised her arms to put them in the shirt sleeves before pulling the shirt down to her waist. He smoothed the shirt over her breasts and tweaked her nipples a few times so that they protruded prominently through her shirt as he stepped back to admire them. “What are you going to do with my underthings, sir?” she asked breathlessly, his attention to her breasts arousing her more.

“Ah, they are souvenirs, my dear! Memories of a wonderful day outside 69ing with my girl!” He smiled when she blushed and giggled shyly. He marveled about how she could be so bold, such as suggesting they have sex outside with Kreacher, and yet blush and giggle when he mentioned what they had just finished doing. He leaned over and gave her a kiss as she finished buttoning her pants. She sat down and put her socks and trainers on, then stood up and walked over to where Sirius had gone to sit.

She lowered herself between Sirius' legs, her back against his chest, her arms going around his neck as his hands slid under her shirt, he continued to imagine her tits full of milk as he tugged on her nipples; again, he wondered how big she would get while lactating. He thought about her belly full of baby and found himself getting hard at the thought, his hands racing over her belly and breasts as his heart rate increased. He knew he was stimulating her even though he told her 'no' by massaging her tits and pulling on her nipples, but he didn't stop even though he knew Kreacher would arrive soon. He could feel her struggling to stay awake as he worked her breasts, her body exhausted from his attentions while held captive beneath him. He decided he wanted to tease her by keeping her in an aroused state so he suddenly yanked her shirt up above her breasts and began to manhandle her tits without abandon; he soon heard her whimpering with pleasure as her arms tightened around his neck and her legs parted invitingly.

After a while, Sirius began to worry because Kreacher was taking far longer than he should have to arrive, but arrive he finally did. Sirius watched as Kreacher paused, eyeing their activity with great interest for a moment as he licked his lips, sure he would join in on the festivities; he was disappointed when Kreacher stated that they needed to return immediately, after which he brought them back to her room without delay, Hermione having to pull her shirt down once they arrived. Kreacher grabbed Sirius' arm and told him he had an urgent message to give him when he was alone, indicating he needed to go to his room upstairs. Sirius nodded, then stood there and looked at a sleepy though very aroused Hermione, not wanting to restrain her and leave her but knowing he had to.

“Come on, Kitten. I have to leave you alone for a while.” He brought her to the bed and chained her arms to the posts, leaving her legs free. He had lengthened the chains over time so that she was able to bring her arms down a little, her elbows able to bend to increase her comfort; she was also able to turn onto her side.

“Sirius, Master, you don't need to chain me, I promise I won't try to leave.” Her voice remained breathy, he knew she would be frustrated and desperate for his touch when he came back; his dick twitching at the thought of using her later that night.

“I know, baby, but I have to be cautious, please understand. Just take a nap while I'm gone and the time will fly by.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek as he stood.

She paused, yawned, then replied quietly, “Yes, sir.”

He hesitated, then bent down and whispered in her ear, “I'll be back later so we can reenact our outside performance, okay Kitten? I want to hear you squealing and feel you squirming under me again. And I definitely want you to practice that special massage again.” She giggled as he pulled up her shirt and captured a nipple with his mouth, suckling on it greedily before moving to the other. He forced his hand under her jeans and danced his fingers through her wetness, bringing his finger up and sniffing it loudly. “That's it, my little minx, I know you'll be a good little girl for me when I get back, won't you?”

She smiled, eyes half-lidded, and nodded her head quietly as he walked away.

He went to the door and touched it, waiting for the edges to materialize, then gave the password. He turned to look at his Kitten and saw she was already asleep, her shirt pulled up and her jaunty breasts still delectably exposed; he chuckled, he had never known a woman who needed to sleep after sex like she did – usually it was the guy who dropped off afterwards. He turned back when he heard the door swing open and he slipped out, going up the stairs cautiously. He entered the hallway and was confronted by Severus, who was preparing to leave headquarters, thoroughly ruining his good mood.

Severus stood back as he watched Sirius close the door. “Black. Where did you just come from?”

Sirius slammed the door in irritation. “The basement, Snape. You know where this door goes.”

Severus elevated a brow. “Indeed.”

They stared at each other for a few moments, the hostility building.

“Pray tell, what was in the basement that compelled you to go down there?”

“That's none of your business, Snivellus.” Sirius walked passed Severus, tossing the insult over his shoulder as he walked down the hall towards the stairs.

Severus clenched his jaw. He had a feeling there was more to this than met the eye. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms.

“Really? What could be in the basement that you don't wish to discuss it?”

Sirius spun around, angry. “It's not that I don't want to discuss it at all, it's that I don't want to discuss anything with you.” He pointed sharply at Severus when he said 'you'.

“Ah, yes. The schoolboy animosity is still within you.”

“So, you're saying all is rosy with you? I doubt that.”

“Be that as it may, I want to know why you were in the basement.”

“For Christ's sake, I thought I had a particular book down there that wasn't in the library but it's not there. Satisfied?” Sirius bent forward slightly as he gesticulated at his childhood enemy.

Severus put his left foot back, hooking his boot heel on the wall. “Really? And, what book was so important that you decided to rummage through the basement?”

“Alice in Wonderland, how's that?”

Severus smiled dangerously.

“I believe the headmaster will hear about this, Black. Expect some questioning when he arrives.”

“Fine, fine, who cares?” Sirius turned and began to walk down the hall once again.

“By the way, Black. Tell me about what happened to Lupin yesterday.” Severus continued to stand nonchalantly with his left foot on the wall, arms crossed.

Sirius stopped and spun around, glaring at Severus. “What do you mean, 'what happened to Lupin'? Is he injured?”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “I believe you know what I mean, Black.”

“No, I don't.” Sirius leaned against the wall, also crossing his arms, trying to look calm, his insides in turmoil.

“Did you see Lupin?”

“No, when I came downstairs I only saw Molly, I grabbed some breakfast, then I went back upstairs for the remainder of the day, only coming down for my meals; Molly was gone as was Remus. Why? What happened to Remus?”

“Nothing, apparently.”

“So, why are you asking me about what happened to Remus?” Sirius stood up, tapping his chest with his thumb as he asked his question.

“Just double checking, Black.”

“I'm sure you were, Snivellus. Just being a good spy and all that, right?”

Sirius walked away and went up the stairs, his mind racing. First, he's worried his Kitten is pregnant, and worried over who the father is. Then Kreacher tells him he has something important to tell him that couldn't wait, then he has to run into Snivellus while coming out of the basement. That's all he would need, suspicion on him in regards to the basement. If Moody went down there and started looking about with that eye of his, he'd see Hermione trapped behind the wall. Well, he wasn't sure if he could since it had a Black family secret keeper spell on it. Moody couldn't see number twelve Grimmauld Place until Albus told him about it, so Sirius felt reasonably sure Moody wouldn't see the slave room, but he still felt nervous about it. And, now, Snape was asking about Remus. What was that all about? Surely they don't know, there's no way, was there?

The only good thing that happened today was sex with Hermione and the thought of having her tits filled with milk. He shook his head sadly. What had his life come to?

He entered his room after giving the password and found Kreacher already inside. As soon as he closed his door quietly, he asked, “What is it, Kreacher? What's so important that you made me leave my Kitten so soon?”

“Master, they suspect something happened to the Wolf yesterday. They were questioning him about it today; that is why Kreacher was late coming to get you and the slave.”

Sirius froze in his tracks when he heard what Kreacher had to say. “Who was questioning Remus?”

“The Headmaster and the Potions Master.”

Sirius stood there for a few minutes, pondering the information. Now he knew why Snape asked him about Remus.

“Well, it'll be all right. Remus doesn't remember coming up to confront me, does he?” He lay down on his bed slowly, feeling a headache coming on.

“No, but there is a small gap in his memory he cannot account for. You did not do the memory charm perfectly as you did with the boy. They are also suspicious of the note you sent him.”

Sirius thought about this a long while, his guilt showing on his face. He couldn't believe he had modified Remus' memory. It was bad enough he did it to the little shit, but to Remus? He was pretty sure his emotions got in the way of his performing the memory charm. He chewed on the end of this thumb for a few moments, trying to think of what to do.

Things were getting out of hand. He thought that once Hermione was gone for a while that they would forget about her, but that was not the case. They still suspected him and continued to look for her. He finally had Hermione just the way he wanted her, she was completely submissive to his every whim and she completed every fantasy he ever had and then some; now he worried anew that he'd slip up and they'd take her from him. He couldn't stand the thought of her being another man's fantasy come true while he was kept from her; he didn't exactly mind sharing her with other men, the thought actually appealed to him, but he worried she'd be taken from him and he'd never use her again. He thought again of his fantasy about watching Severus brutally taking her as she begged him to stop, the two of them sharing her, her on her hands and knees as they used her together. He knew she wouldn't like it, but if this particular fantasy ever came true, she wasn't going to have a say-so in what they did to her. Gods, he wanted to see Severus take her. The bad boy Death Eater taking a Mudblood. He shook his head to clear his thinking when he realized he had begun to stroke his erection through his pants; he had to think of the here and now, not his fantasies.

“Well, Kreacher, I'll just feign ignorance. They can't pin what happened to Remus on me, they have no evidence.”

Kreacher wondered what Master was thinking when he began to stroke himself, his eyes stayed on the bulge in his Master's pants. “They know you were here, you and the Weasley bitch.”

“Weasley bitch? You mean Molly?”

“Yes.”

“So? Why would that matter?” Sirius rolled over onto his side. He wished he had Hermione in his arms right now; she would comfort him just as well as he comforted her.

“They questioned why the Wolf did not notify either one of you that he was leaving. They suspect his memory was changed.”

“Hmmm. So, they may think that one of us modified his memory? They already suspect me of taking Hermione, that's obvious, so they'll think I modified Remus' memory. They'd never suspect Molly. Fuck. Why'd I send him away? I should have just had him remember being in the library or something instead of sending him to his parents' house. That was stupid of me. Fuck.”

“What do you propose to do, Master?”

“I don't know, I just don't know. All I can do is keep quiet, give nothing away.” Sirius turned to look at Kreacher. “Kreacher, it will be important that you do not show up at the meeting. Stay with Hermione unless you are called.”

“Of course, Master.”

“I guess all I can do now is wait. What did they say they were going to do?” Sirius punched at his pillow restlessly.

“They are going to have a meeting tonight.”

“Tonight? Damn, so soon.” Sirius looked at Kreacher with calculating eyes before laying his head back on the pillow. “Kreacher, there's something else you should know.” Sirius turned onto his back and threw his arm over his eyes.

“What, Master?”

“I suspect Hermione is pregnant. I want you to be careful with her. Please, Kreacher. I don't want her to miscarry due to rough handling. I won't let her die from a miscarriage, I'd be forced to take her to St. Mungo's and then we'd lose her for good. Do you understand?” Sirius got up from the bed and began to pace fretfully.

Kreacher looked at his Master with wide eyes. “A brat? The slave is going to have a brat?”

Sirius sighed. “Yes, I'm fairly certain she's going to have a baby. The 'brat', as you call it, is probably mine. I'm not sure what to do, I think she's too far along to potion abort safely. I need for you to obtain the ingredients for a pregnancy testing solution, tonight if possible. I'll give you a list of the ingredients so I can have Hermione brew it tomorrow; I think she'll enjoy making a potion, it's one of her favorite subjects from what I understand. We'll go from there once we find out for sure. I'll have to think on this some more, but right now I have more pressing issues.”

Sirius sat in his chair and pulled Hermione's bra and knickers out of his pocket; he examined their texture, his thumbs running along the lace for a moment before he caressed his cheek with them, the rootlets of his olfactory nerve intimately experiencing her faint fragrance. He began to rub the peach lace in his hands absently as he sadly stared out of the window, thinking. Kreacher sat silently and watched his Master. He was going to have to work hard to protect his Master from the others. Oh, yes, he would. But, he'd do it. He had to in order to protect his property. Oh, yes, he definitely did.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Authors notes, you may freely skip:

Sleep after sex (and other interesting stuff):
http://english.pravda.ru/main/18/90/360/15833_sex.html
http://scienceline.org/2006/09/25/ask-wenner-sex/
http://www.askmen.com/dating/love_tip_100/135_love_tip.html

About Sirius Black:
http://www.hp-lexicon.org/wizards/sirius.html

Prostate massage:
http://ezinearticles.com/?How-to-Give-Your-Partner-a-Prostate-Massage&id=446497
http://www.prostatemassageguide.com/prostate-massage-techniques.html
http://www.articlesbase.com/sexuality-articles/guide-to-prostate-massage-technique-for-massaging-the-male-gspot-378408.html

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *