The Return

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Chapter Four


She stirred, absently kissing Sirius’s shoulder. He lifted himself up, looking down at her, combing the hair out of her face. Kissing her forehead, moving down to her ear.


“We need to eat so you must stop tempting me back into bed,” he purred playfully.


Laughing Hermione combed her fingers through his hair, as she hugged him. “I’ll do my best not to tempt you back into bed. But pray tell how do I do that? I seem to breathe and the next thing I know I am naked in various positions, a few of them I must confess I never would have thought humanly possible.”


“Hmm, they are very possible. I know as I was there to see,” he growled, kissing her hungrily.


“And do,” she sighed. “And you still need to feed me, Sirius.”


“Very well, to the kitchen we go!”


Harry and Remus tore apart from each other when Hermione’s scream erupted out of nowhere. Hermione was naked but for a sheet she was struggling to pull around herself while at the same time slapping at a laughing, naked Sirius.


“I didn’t mean that we would go down here naked!” she shrilled at him. She looked over to see Harry and Remus both chuckling at what was going on. “And me without my wand too.”


“I have a wand,” Sirius said coyly.


“If there is another being on this planet that knows that you have a wand, it would be me.” Hermione ended up laughing as he hugged her as she added, “And what a wand it is too!”


“Minx!” He slapped her ass softly before he showed her his wand. “This wand, witch, is what I was talking about.”


“Oh,” she murmured. “What with the way you wizards speak about your sex organs like your, uh, wood it was easy to make the mistake.” Hermione pulled away from him and looked over to Remus. “Could you please help me out here?”


“But of course,” he said, pulling out his wand.


With a quick spell the sheet was transfigured into a simple sundress that hugged her curves and flared out at her hips to her knees. Hermione thanked him quietly and asked, “If you three can put up with it, I’ll cook…”


“I’ll do it,” Harry said, as he got up. “You two sit down and I’ll cook.”


Hermione sat down next Remus, feeling Sirius sitting down next to her after he had magically dressed himself. He leaned over and whispered, “You are sneaky witch.”


“Me? Sneaky?” She blinked at him innocently. “About what?”


“So you are saying that you like cooking?” Remus asked her.


“I have never said so,” she admitted. “I told you that I was more than willing to do it. I never said that I liked doing it, nor have I ever said I did it well.” She ran her fingers over the tattoos on Sirius’s fingers.


He pulled her into his arms. “I was thinking we should get you a tattoo.”


“You’re only saying that because you ran out of canvas on your body,” she said dryly, making Remus and Harry both laugh as the latter served up the eggs he had made for them.


“No, I’m saying that because I think ancient runes would look delightful on your heavenly body,” he murmured, kissing the shell of her ear.


“Here,” she said, pressing a piece of toast into his mouth.


This had Remus smiling as he asked, “So I take it that the two of you are feeling better?”


Hermione nodded, as she nibbled on the scrambled eggs on her plate. “The eggs are lovely.” She looked over to Sirius. “You should eat yours already.”


Sirius ate his quietly next to her, stopping now and again to listen to some small comment that was made by one or another of the people at the table. When she finished the meal, Hermione rested her head on his shoulder.


“Hello everyone!” Ginny said, as she entered the kitchen with Neville in tow behind her. The younger witch looked straight over to Sirius, blinking sensuously at him as she all but purred, “Hello, Sirius. How are you today?”


The glare he sent her way had the young witch paling even as she was making another attempt at seduction. “You’re looking grand.”


“Ginny,” Hermione said casually. “Stop what you’re doing now.”


“Why?” she asked snidely. “It’s obvious to me that he is far too much wizard for the likes of you!”


“She’s a child,” Sirius muttered to Hermione.


“I know,” she murmured back. “May I use your wand a moment?”


“Anytime, my angel,” he replied, handing it over to her.


A flick of the wand later, Ginny was still standing in front of them. The group wondered if the spell that Hermione had hit her with had gone wrong. That is until Ginny began growing horns like a goat, a snout like a pig, and long oddly phallic shaped tail.


“Why the tail?” Sirius asked her after Ginny had run off.


“So she could go fuck herself.”


There was silence for a moment followed by laughter. Hermione handed Sirius back his wand with a quiet thank you. Sirius leaned close, kissing her ear gently.


“Have you had enough to eat?” Hermione inquired. “I’m tiring of the chatter.”


He nodded with understanding. “I’ve had more than enough. We can come down later and raid the pantry when we need to eat.”


“Thanks for the breakfast, Harry,” she murmured, Sirius pulling her to her feet. “See you later.”


When the two left the room, Harry moved closer to Remus. He was in the middle of nuzzling his neck when Sirius popped back into the kitchen.


“And just as a warning, you might want to put a silencing charm on your room. If Hermione wasn’t one of the soundest sleepers on earth, you would have been found out ages ago!”


Remus smiled as he said, “Will do. Thanks.”


Sirius did a dramatic bow and popped out of the room. Harry was sitting there blushing like mad as Remus was laughing.


“He knows I’m gay?” Harry asked startled.


“It appears so,” Remus said casually. “He doesn’t care as long as you’re happy and healthy.”


“But how could he know about me?” the younger wizard demanded.


Smiling Remus told him, “Seeing as he told us to use a silencing spell, I figure he more than likely heard you through the common wall.” He pulled Harry into his lap. “He’s a light sleeper and you are a screamer.” Harry shuttered as Remus’s hand went down into his pants. “Merlin, but I love that about you.”