What We Made Here

A/N- Sorry if the dialogue sounds a bit Americanized. I try to make it sound british, but i fail miserably. Am I forgiven?

ch. 2

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The morning came, far too early in Sirius' opinion. He wasn't exactly sure what he had been dreaming, but was positive that it was lovely. As his senses honed in on reality, Mr. Black took in the bearings of his surroundings. He immediately noticed something was amiss.

"Bloody hell... am I a fucking school boy?"

He groaned aloud, clamboring out of his sticky bed sheets and peeling off his soiled boxers. The previous night's events came flooding back to him, and he immediately realized what he had been dreaming.

'Damn, now I'm blushing like an adolescent. It's going to be one hell of a day...'

With that thought in mind, Sirius made his wayto a nice cold shower.

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Meanwhile, Hermione was braiding her hair into two identical plaits. Over the course of last summer, she had discovered that this hairstyle was a highly effective way of keeping her unruly kinks and waves in check. Pulling on a knit Gryffindor sweater and a pair of well-worn jeans, the pretty little witch made her way out of her door in a particularly good mood.

'It's been ages since i have gotten off like that. I remember reading in "The Inner Workings of the Female Body" that it is good for stress to have a nice healthy orgasm once in a while. Thank Merlin Mum forced that ruddy old book on me.'

Hermione's incredibly bright mind continued thinking in this fashion as she bounced downstairs in search of breakfast.

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Successfully dried off and dressed in a long sleeve grey shirt, and well- fitted black jeans, Sirius made his way down to the kitchen, following his nose to the smell of eggs and fried sausages. The whole house was permeating with the scents of Mrs. Weasley's excellent home cooking.

Entering the kitchen, Sirius noticed the table was already occupied by someone, despite his early rising. He saw the back of a girls head with long brown hair in braids cascading down her back. She appeared to be seated comfortably in a chair, skimming 'The Daily Prophet' for anything of interest.

"Oh hell," warned Sirius' thoughts as he rounded the table to sit on the opposite side of the young woman.

Taking a quick glance at her face, Sirius' eyes immediately landed on the beautifully swollen bottom lip, remembering all too clearly the look on the angel's face as she came under her own ministrations. Blood abruptly rushed to his loins.

'You're 39 years old! Get a hold of yourself, man!'

Screaming at himself mentally, feeling thouroughly like a sick pervert, Sirius sat silently waiting for breakfast, lost in his self punishment.

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"Is there something on my face?", she inquired trying, but failing, to suppress a small frown.

'He's been staring at me for some time now. Am I really that much of a monstrosity?'

Sirius looked into her eyes for a moment, dumbfounded. His mouth opened and closed for a moment, resembling a fish in an aquarium. He realized he had been caught, but he wasn't exactly sure what he should use as a believable excuse to get himself out of the flames. Thinking it over for a moment while Hermione's frown deepened, he gave her his best and most seductive smirk.

"Actually no, I was just admiring the way you look. You look lovely this morning."

Molly Weasley dropped the frying pan she was currently scrubbing, and gave Sirius an incredulous look. Eyeing him suspidiously, she let him know just exactly how she felt about The thirty nine year old flirting with an eighteen year old by giving him her best angry mother glare. Hermione was practically her other daughter! She wasn't sure where he was going with this, but she did know that she was going to keep a sharp eye on one Mister Sirius Black.

Sirius dropped his eyes to the table after recieving Mrs. Weasley's death glare. 'What in the Hell am I doing?!'

Hermione appeared shocked. 'Okay... NOT the answer I was expecting. Not that I really knew what to expect from him in the first place.'

Hermione smiled awkwardly after a moments time of blushing furiously. "Er- thanks," after a pause she then added, "I really appreciate it, especially since i didnt even get a goodnight last night." Laughing light-heartedly, she winked playfully. The man across from her tensed visibly, and she wondered what she said wrong.

Relaxing a bit after realizing that he hadnt been caught, but rather she was just being playful, Sirius decided that a little flirting really couldnt hurt, especially if he didnt trully expect to get anywhere with it. Or at least, thats what he kept telling himself.

After abouth thirty minutes of harmless flirting, breakfast was served. Several other Order members filed in to gorge themselves on a delicious breakfast. Halfway through the meal, and to everyones pleasant surprise, Albus Dumbledore apparated into the kitchen, shortly followed by Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Good morning, friends, I am pleased to see you are all well," exclaimed Dumbledore mirthfully, "Miss Granger, I am terribly sorry to interupt your breakfast, but I would like to speak to the members of the Order in private, if that is prefectly fine with you."

Hermione realized that this must be important buisness indeed, if even she was not allowed to hear it. Nodding once, she marched back up to the top of the stairs where she met the Weasley children and Harry Potter all surrounding one of Fred and George's extendable ears. Joining the group of friends silently, she leaned in to listen.

An hour passed, and the meeting was over. The general concensus of the teens was that they should not have evesdropped. This information was meant for Hermione to know first, after the Order of course.

"Oh Merlin..." whimpered Hermione, "What's going to happen to me?"
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A/N- sorry for all of the typos. I think faster than i type unfortunately...