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Chapter Fifteen
Hello! Yes, I know this is a bit of a shock, but I figured I should put out the rest of the story given the fact that I'll be so wrapped up in watching the World Cup (Did you see that tie game between the US and England? Awesome!) Anyway, Thanks for all the support I've received and keep on reviewing. I'll be reading them during half times!
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Chapter Fifteen
Someone knocking at the front door woke Hermione. When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into Sirius’s grey orbs watching her intently.
“Who do you suppose it is?” he asked quietly.
“Do you care?” she inquired.
“No.”
Hermione slipped her hand up, cupping his face. “I would love nothing better than to stay in bed with you, hiding from the world. But if for nothing else, we have a job to finish.”
“Machiavelli’s Plume,” he muttered.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Exactly. I’ll finish this business while you be my auror guard with privileges.”
Frowning he inquired, “What does that mean?”
“You know what we’ve been doing all night and now has us exhausted not to mention more than likely dehydrated?”
“Yeah,” he said with a slow grin.
“That would be what I’m speaking of.”
“I can live with that.”
“I knew you could. But for now we must get dressed and deal with the arse pounding your front door down.” She sat up, looking over her shoulder. “But I’m telling you right now, if it’s Bill, Remus, or Tonks, they aren’t coming in as the stink will be horrid.”
It turned out to be Harry and he didn’t look all that thrilled to be there. At first, Hermione assumed the worse.
“Is it Blaise? Did he…”
Startled he said, “No! Nothing like that, Hermione! He’s in the same shape as he was before. I’m here about the hex you put on Bill, Remus, and Tonks.” He looked at his friend with a weary sigh, “For the love of all that is holy, please take the hex off of them.”
“No,” she answered. “It’s a time release one, meaning I can’t even if I had it in mind to be forgiving.” She stepped up to him, adding, “If they insist on acting like a bunch of assholes, I do believe they should sound and smell like them as well.” Hermione stepped back. “Fine, it’s over between Bill and I. I can live with that. But this should teach him not to play about with a woman’s affections as if they were a tetherball!”
Harry frowned. “You’re over…”
Rolling her eyes, she said, “I was hurt by him, yes. But not for the reasons you may think nor I want to speak about. My reasons are my own…”
“Why?” Sirius asked, his voice low.
“Because I trusted him,” she snapped. “It’s not as if I hand out my trust to just anyone!” Hermione spun to face the older wizard. “I only asked one thing of him ever and that was fidelity. And Bill he had nothing but rules! He wouldn’t even speak to me unless it was at a Weasley family party or Merlin forbid someone might get the wrong idea.” She looked back over to Harry. “Bill was a greedy sod and I deserved better. Pity it took messing up Albus’s birthday to see it for what it was.” She hugged him. “I’m sorry about that.”
“You didn’t make them do what they did,” Harry assured her, hugging her back. “Anyone would have been shocked.” He pulled back, studying her face carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She nodded. “But I’m glad you’re here. Sirius and I will be traveling over to France to see if we can speak to Mr. Delacour. Chances are that he won’t talk to us about the Plume, but we’ll get a great muggle history lesson I wager.”
“Just tell me this—how long will that hex last?”
She worried her lower lip. “Uh, well, that’s where it gets a little fuzzy…”
“Fuzzy?!” Harry exclaimed.
“A week perhaps.” She stepped backwards. “Maybe more.”
“Hermione…” he growled.
“They had it coming! They’re lucky I didn’t turn them into flaming jackasses what with the way I was flipping out!” She stepped around Sirius, looking at Harry. “I was in shock!” Hermione disapperated away upstairs before her long time friend could say another word to her.
Harry looked over to Sirius flatly. “She doesn’t know? Why don’t I believe that?”
Sirius shrugged. “Why does it matter?”
“Bill wants to visit with his nephew, but Albus starts crying every time he gets within ten meters of him!”
“Tell me something, if you had someone you trust betray you, how would you react?” Sirius inquired. “Something tells me that it wouldn’t be as well as Hermione.” He held up his hand, stopping his godson before he could get started. “You know that it’ll wear off now. It’s only a matter of when that you have to be concerned about. And frankly, he should have worried more about repercussions when they all decided to fuck around at a family party with the door ajar, not after they got caught.”
“Point made,” Harry said in a resigned voice. “Take care of her, Sirius.”
“Always.”
***
They arrived in Paris at a quarter to three. Hermione had made an appointment with Marcus Delacour for the next day, but had wanted to have time alone with Sirius in the city known for its romance. She had suggested that they make reservations. But as it turned out, Sirius’s family owned a house in the City of Lights.
“This isn’t a house! This is a mansion!” Hermione stated as she stood at the entranceway.
“My family wouldn’t have it any other way, love.” Pulling her further into the manor. “I haven’t been here in an age. Not since I was a teenager.”
“Bad memories?” she asked him.
“That, my dear, goes without saying,” he told her. “This is the Black family we are speaking of.”
She pulled him to a stop. “You need a positive memory to associate with this place.”
“What…” Sirius went mute the moment he saw her unbuttoning her shirt.
Hermione let the shirt fall to the floor, as she watched him.
“No bra.”
Smiling she said, “Really? And here I thought I only forgot my knickers.”
“Witch,” he growled, taking a step towards her.
“Hmm?” She allowed her skirt to drop, stepping out of it. “You were saying?”
He walked over pushing her back up against the nearest wall. Pinning her there, he looked deep into her amber eyes. “Wicked woman.”
Hermione let out a snicker. “Are you calling me a wicked witch?”
“You are that, but I don’t see what’s so funny about it,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“One of these days,” she sighed, combing her fingers through his hair. “I’ll tell you all about Dorothy and her adventures.”
“Later,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Much later.” But then she went still, looking deeply into his eyes. “Merlin, it was you.”
“Who was?” He pulled back. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re the man that tackled me that night out of the way of the smashing spell,” she whispered. “I was so out of it, I didn’t even know it was you!” Hermione went to her tiptoes and kissed his mouth lightly. “Thank you.”
“For a concussion?” he asked, sounding more than a little upset over what had happened to her.
“For being there,” she murmured. “For rescuing me, for being here for me during the times many would run the other way, or any other number of reasons I could come up with.”
Hope bloomed in his heart as he looked down into her eyes and answered quietly, “Always, my love.”
***
It's not over yet! You have a few more chapters to go. So have you guys been watching the World Cup? Yesterdays games rocked. But they're so early in the morning here in California. Ahh, the wages of fandom. LOL!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Fifteen
Someone knocking at the front door woke Hermione. When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into Sirius’s grey orbs watching her intently.
“Who do you suppose it is?” he asked quietly.
“Do you care?” she inquired.
“No.”
Hermione slipped her hand up, cupping his face. “I would love nothing better than to stay in bed with you, hiding from the world. But if for nothing else, we have a job to finish.”
“Machiavelli’s Plume,” he muttered.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Exactly. I’ll finish this business while you be my auror guard with privileges.”
Frowning he inquired, “What does that mean?”
“You know what we’ve been doing all night and now has us exhausted not to mention more than likely dehydrated?”
“Yeah,” he said with a slow grin.
“That would be what I’m speaking of.”
“I can live with that.”
“I knew you could. But for now we must get dressed and deal with the arse pounding your front door down.” She sat up, looking over her shoulder. “But I’m telling you right now, if it’s Bill, Remus, or Tonks, they aren’t coming in as the stink will be horrid.”
It turned out to be Harry and he didn’t look all that thrilled to be there. At first, Hermione assumed the worse.
“Is it Blaise? Did he…”
Startled he said, “No! Nothing like that, Hermione! He’s in the same shape as he was before. I’m here about the hex you put on Bill, Remus, and Tonks.” He looked at his friend with a weary sigh, “For the love of all that is holy, please take the hex off of them.”
“No,” she answered. “It’s a time release one, meaning I can’t even if I had it in mind to be forgiving.” She stepped up to him, adding, “If they insist on acting like a bunch of assholes, I do believe they should sound and smell like them as well.” Hermione stepped back. “Fine, it’s over between Bill and I. I can live with that. But this should teach him not to play about with a woman’s affections as if they were a tetherball!”
Harry frowned. “You’re over…”
Rolling her eyes, she said, “I was hurt by him, yes. But not for the reasons you may think nor I want to speak about. My reasons are my own…”
“Why?” Sirius asked, his voice low.
“Because I trusted him,” she snapped. “It’s not as if I hand out my trust to just anyone!” Hermione spun to face the older wizard. “I only asked one thing of him ever and that was fidelity. And Bill he had nothing but rules! He wouldn’t even speak to me unless it was at a Weasley family party or Merlin forbid someone might get the wrong idea.” She looked back over to Harry. “Bill was a greedy sod and I deserved better. Pity it took messing up Albus’s birthday to see it for what it was.” She hugged him. “I’m sorry about that.”
“You didn’t make them do what they did,” Harry assured her, hugging her back. “Anyone would have been shocked.” He pulled back, studying her face carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She nodded. “But I’m glad you’re here. Sirius and I will be traveling over to France to see if we can speak to Mr. Delacour. Chances are that he won’t talk to us about the Plume, but we’ll get a great muggle history lesson I wager.”
“Just tell me this—how long will that hex last?”
She worried her lower lip. “Uh, well, that’s where it gets a little fuzzy…”
“Fuzzy?!” Harry exclaimed.
“A week perhaps.” She stepped backwards. “Maybe more.”
“Hermione…” he growled.
“They had it coming! They’re lucky I didn’t turn them into flaming jackasses what with the way I was flipping out!” She stepped around Sirius, looking at Harry. “I was in shock!” Hermione disapperated away upstairs before her long time friend could say another word to her.
Harry looked over to Sirius flatly. “She doesn’t know? Why don’t I believe that?”
Sirius shrugged. “Why does it matter?”
“Bill wants to visit with his nephew, but Albus starts crying every time he gets within ten meters of him!”
“Tell me something, if you had someone you trust betray you, how would you react?” Sirius inquired. “Something tells me that it wouldn’t be as well as Hermione.” He held up his hand, stopping his godson before he could get started. “You know that it’ll wear off now. It’s only a matter of when that you have to be concerned about. And frankly, he should have worried more about repercussions when they all decided to fuck around at a family party with the door ajar, not after they got caught.”
“Point made,” Harry said in a resigned voice. “Take care of her, Sirius.”
“Always.”
***
They arrived in Paris at a quarter to three. Hermione had made an appointment with Marcus Delacour for the next day, but had wanted to have time alone with Sirius in the city known for its romance. She had suggested that they make reservations. But as it turned out, Sirius’s family owned a house in the City of Lights.
“This isn’t a house! This is a mansion!” Hermione stated as she stood at the entranceway.
“My family wouldn’t have it any other way, love.” Pulling her further into the manor. “I haven’t been here in an age. Not since I was a teenager.”
“Bad memories?” she asked him.
“That, my dear, goes without saying,” he told her. “This is the Black family we are speaking of.”
She pulled him to a stop. “You need a positive memory to associate with this place.”
“What…” Sirius went mute the moment he saw her unbuttoning her shirt.
Hermione let the shirt fall to the floor, as she watched him.
“No bra.”
Smiling she said, “Really? And here I thought I only forgot my knickers.”
“Witch,” he growled, taking a step towards her.
“Hmm?” She allowed her skirt to drop, stepping out of it. “You were saying?”
He walked over pushing her back up against the nearest wall. Pinning her there, he looked deep into her amber eyes. “Wicked woman.”
Hermione let out a snicker. “Are you calling me a wicked witch?”
“You are that, but I don’t see what’s so funny about it,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
“One of these days,” she sighed, combing her fingers through his hair. “I’ll tell you all about Dorothy and her adventures.”
“Later,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Much later.” But then she went still, looking deeply into his eyes. “Merlin, it was you.”
“Who was?” He pulled back. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re the man that tackled me that night out of the way of the smashing spell,” she whispered. “I was so out of it, I didn’t even know it was you!” Hermione went to her tiptoes and kissed his mouth lightly. “Thank you.”
“For a concussion?” he asked, sounding more than a little upset over what had happened to her.
“For being there,” she murmured. “For rescuing me, for being here for me during the times many would run the other way, or any other number of reasons I could come up with.”
Hope bloomed in his heart as he looked down into her eyes and answered quietly, “Always, my love.”
***
It's not over yet! You have a few more chapters to go. So have you guys been watching the World Cup? Yesterdays games rocked. But they're so early in the morning here in California. Ahh, the wages of fandom. LOL!