The Reluctant Detectives

Chapter Twenty-three


Hermione took a deep breath, looking over to Sirius who was trying as he might to bate Severus into an argument.


“All of the samples you brought me are from women,” Hermione said, interrupting Sirius. “We’re looking for a man, not a woman.”


Sirius gave her his most charming smile. “I may not be particular what bird I take to bed, but that doesn’t mean I’m prone to shagging blokes.”


“I really didn’t need to hear that,” she muttered, going back to work on the samples he brought her. “I can’t waste my time on these!”


“Then why keep working on them?” Severus asked her.


“I just realized that this was Lavender Brown’s DNA, who by and by is not an auror,” she told him, glaring at Sirius who only gave her a roguish grin. “I wanted to find out if it was a genetic malfunction that has her being a sex starved nitwit.”


“Nature, nurture, does it matter?” Severus asked her, smiling at Sirius as he added, “It obviously doesn’t to Miss Brown, as it would appear that she doesn’t care what mongrel she allows into her bed.”


“That’s enough,” Hermione said tightly. “Goodbye, Sirius. Thank you and please remember that we need the male aurors’ DNA, not any random witch’s you happen to shag.”


She shuffled Black out the door, going over to Severus and yanking him into the bedroom. She warded the room herself so highly that she doubted that a moth could get in without damage. Hermione pushed him to the bed.


“It’s bad enough that he was a pill, but the man seems to be having more sex than most of England!” She whipped out her wand, stripping Severus naked. “I’m lucky to get more than five minutes of uninterrupted time to pass gas these days, let alone jump the one wizard I want during the light of day!” She stripped herself. “It’s not asking too much is it? I’m not asking for forever…”


“I am.” His two simple words had her freezing and looking down at him as he sat up. “I want forever.”


“You do?” she squeaked out. “With me?”


“With you,” he affirmed, taking her into his arms. “If you need time, take it. This…us…we are new. We need it. I comprehend that.” He kissed her leisurely. “It’s too soon for anything like marriage.”


She smiled against his mouth. “Is it too soon for tattoos?”


“Much.”


“Mm, piercings?”


“That one I must think over,” he replied, pulling her over to the bed. He fell backwards onto it, bringing her with him. “Take me, my sweet little witch.”


It was right at that moment that Percy bounced off the wards to the room. Hermione smiled down at Severus as she pushed down on his erection, taking him within her hot sheath.


Letting out a long sigh as she ground her clit against his pubes, she whispered, “I’m doing the wards for our rooms from now on.”


“Yes,” Severus hissed, feeling her new unsteady rhythm that nearly had him undone. “Faster.”


“In a moment,” she murmured, dropping herself fully on top of him and picking herself up again. “So full…so fucking perfect…”


This went on for what felt like hours. Both were covered in sweat, as Hermione leaned over and moaned, “Take me over, my Severus. Please?”


He spun her around and lifted both of her legs up and out, making her sex even tighter around him. His thrusts were hard, punishing things that created a friction deep within her that had the witch climaxing soon there after. Severus chanted her name like a prayer, muttered it like a curse, and finally sang it out as he poured himself into her still orgasming body.


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Hermione looked at all the samples that were collected and processed so far. And none of them, she reminded herself, matched the profile. Sighing, she looked at the time. Hermione doubted that she would be receiving DNA so early in the day and on a Sunday no less. Most of the people doing the collecting were at home with their families. He had delivered twelve more DNA samples at three that morning, again all from women whom he had slept with.


On a whim, she tested the new batch from him. It was in the middle of it that something odd occurred. She got five DNA results in one. Frowning Hermione retested it and again had the same results. This wouldn’t be an issue, but one of the DNA results was from the bomber.


Rushing out of her lab, she went straight over to Severus’s office. He was having a discussion with the head boy and girl, both of them looking very curious that she was there.


“Dismissed,” Severus said, looking towards Hermione who had the look of drinking too much coffee yet again. He really must leave word with the house elves to put her on decaffeinated, he told himself. “What can I do for you, Miss Granger?”


“I need to speak to Sirius,” she told him. “It’s imperative that I do so.”


“And you are here because?” he drawled, leaning back.


“Because you would have had a fit if I went without telling you at the least and because I think you really, really want to be there for this one.”


Severus stood up, straightening up his robes as murmured, “If you insist.”


“I don’t insist. I request.” She stopped in front of him, adding, “You are going to have to trust me that you are going to love being there.”


“If you say,” he sighed. “Let’s be off.”


Her sails seemed to deflate at that. “You are taking all the joy out of my little black joke, no pun intended.”


Severus was quiet a moment. “This would be a bad thing that I would consider funny occurring to Black?” He sneered. “Lead the way.”


They arrived at Sirius Black’s new home that he had bought the moment he was cleared of any and all charges. It was a simple cottage, where he could be found there most mornings nursing a hangover.


Hermione pounded on the door, waiting but ended up yelling, “Get that lazy arse of yours out of bed or I’ll never brew your hang over remedy again!”


Sirius swung the door open, groaning at the sunlight that hit his face. “You don’t.”


“I know that, but you opened the door and that’s all that matters,” she replied, pulling out a piece of paper with a name on it. “Tell me about this Frannie ‘I can’t remember the bird’s full name’ that you met at ‘that place with the fire whiskey’.”


“You mean you wanted specifics?” he asked, wincing at the sound of his own voice.


“Of course she did, you fool!” Severus raged at him.


Rolling his eyes, he muttered, “Met her at the Leaky Caldron. Pretty little thing.” He frowned. “Why do you ask?”


“Was she a professional?”


“Meaning?”


“Was she a whore?” Snape snapped.


Sirius shook his head no. “Why?”


“Because Frannie with the last name you have yet to give me spread her sexuality around, from the looks of it, more than even you.”


“You mean I got sloppy seconds?” he asked, sounding disgusted by this.


“Technically speaking, you would fall under the category of sloppy thirds or fourths. Merlin knows how many others she had…”


Sirius rushed to the bathroom, exclaiming he needed to bathe.


Hermione looked over to Severus. “Well?”


An evil grin broke out on his face. “You were right. I am pleased I came along.”


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