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Chapter Six
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Chapter Six
Hermione walked into the office and sat down across from Draco, letting out a long breath. He looked up from the paperwork he was dealing with. Putting down his quill, he studied her a moment.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I don’t know where to begin,” she told him, pressing her fingers to her brow. “I’m sorry for just showing up without flooing you first.”
“I needed a break,” he said casually as he leaned back. “Well?”
She told him what happened the night before and about how now she also had a vulture by the name of Sirius Black. Hermione finished off with, “And I managed to insult him by telling him that I wasn’t going to treat him like everyone else because I knew him to be an intelligent, powerful wizard.”
Draco was silent a moment. “Only you, Granger.”
“To top everything off, Harry isn’t all that thrilled with me at the moment either,” she muttered.
He snorted. “No loss there.”
Giving him a hard look, she said, “You’re only saying that because you’re hot for him.”
He laughed. “Yeah, and you’re hot for Pansy.”
This had Hermione laughing as well. “We need to find something new to tease each other about.”
“True,” he said, looking over to the doorway. “Looks like your vulture found you.”
She turned to see Sirius standing in the doorway, staring at her hard. “So he has.” Standing up, she turned to look over to Draco. “Are we still on for that poker game tonight?”
“Alas, I have a date with your favorite person,” he told her.
“Greedy bitch,” she said dryly. “Say hello to Pansy for me, if you would?”
“Of course,” he murmured. “Take care and if you need anything, call someone else.”
“As if I would call you at all,” Hermione rebutted. “You charge too much.”
“That’s right,” Draco came back just as she was exiting the office. “So expect my bill for having to hear you bitching!”
“Damn,” she muttered. “I thought for sure I had the last word that time.”
“That was some sort of game between you two?” Sirius asked her when he finally started to speak to her.
“Yes,” she answered, turning to look at him. “It makes work more interesting.” Hermione spun around so that she was walking in front of him, going backwards. “Especially on those days when life as I know it becomes dull and mundane.”
Sirius moved in a flash, catching her by the waist. He spun her around and dipped her in a dance move that had her blinking up at him in shock.
The flow of people leaving the lift rushed past them, answering Hermione’s unasked question as to why he would grab her up as he had. He lifted her back up, making certain that she was steadily back on her feet before waving the way.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“You’re most welcome. So have you found out anything?”
“Other than the fact that you would make a wonderful dance partner?” This had him grinning to himself and standing a bit straighter. “No, I haven’t. With any luck, Blaise will have found out some more information so we can stop playing a guessing game.”
“Who is he going to speak with again?”
“Lucius Malfoy,” she answered. “Chances are that he’ll be more open to speaking with Blaise without me present. Now whether or not Blaise tells all that was discussed, that’s another thing.”
“You seem to know the people around you well,” he stated.
“Well enough,” she replied, stopping to study him. “This disturbs you?”
“Don’t do that!” He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself. “It’s like you read minds.”
“There have been times I wish I could do so when I was a child, but all I have going for me is keen insight to the human condition.” She smiled slowly. “I find that to be more than adequate.” She tilted her head. “I discovered that by knowing the people around me that I knew how to act. Which, let me tell you, is very important when your life bridges two vastly different worlds.”
“That can’t be the only reason how you were able to learn how to do that,” he said. “I wager that you’re a telepath.” This only had her rolling her eyes. “Just because you don’t believe in it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
“ ‘There exists more between heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’,” Hermione quoted Hamlet mostly to herself and went on to say more loudly, “I know what I know and still, I never know enough. But this I do know with certainty, I’m not a telepath.”
Frowning, he inquired, “Why do you say that?”
“Because if I was, I would be able to read and understand men far better than I do.”
“How don’t you understand them?”
Hermione paused, as she was cut off by a man leaving one of the offices without looking where he was going saying as she did, “Example number one, Ron Weasley. He went on and on about how he wanted to get married and have a family to rival his own. And yet the moment it comes out that we had something of an accident with the potion, he took an antacid by mistake thinking it was the contraceptive potion, he flipped. He couldn’t run fast enough away from me.”
“That’s easy enough,” he told her. “Ronald Weasley isn’t a man.”
“Which I know now, but I would have liked to have known that before the age of nineteen when I had to listen to, ‘But, ‘Mione, I’m a man with needs.’”
“And you bought that?”
“No, I got tired of hearing him whine that,” Hermione told him as they got into the correct lift to get them over to her office. “And it turned out to be the worse thirty seconds of my life.”
“Ouch!” He winced. “Next example?”
“Theo Nott wanted to see if what his father told him was correct.” She looked to him. “His father told him that all muggle born witches had three tits and a penis. When he told me that I thought he was joking right up until he grabbed my crotch when he was kissing me.”
“What did you do?”
“Kneed him in the balls so hard that he’s currently one of the featured male sopranos for the London All Wizard Choir.” Sirius snorted with humor at this. “So okay, he isn’t doing that, but I did get my shot in and it most definitely hit his very small mark.”
“Next.”
She was silent a moment. “Remus.”
This had him startled and saying, “My Remus?”
“I didn’t know you had ownership papers, but it is the same Remus you went to school with,” she told him dryly. When the elevator stopped, they exited as she kept speaking, “It was during one of Remus’s many breakups with your cousin Tonks. He loves her, he doesn’t love her, he wants to protect her, he wants what’s best for her, she’s his soul mate, he doesn’t want to live with the guilt, but he doesn’t want to let go either.” She stopped walking and looked at him with a bland expression. “I swear that man has more emotional luggage than Louis Vuitton has little carry-ons.” They walked into her office. She turned to face him as she set down her things. “He was great in the sack, but I swear was it too much to ask for an after glow that lasted longer than it took him to recover from the sex?”
“How long did it take?” he asked reluctantly.
“He had no sooner stopped breathing hard one minute later and he was crying and begging Dora to forgive him over the floo. Whatever relationship we had died then and there.”
“I would imagine so,” he breathed.
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It's time for the Review Sing-A-Long!!! The answer to the last one was "Pity the Child" from the musical Chess. Deep, sinful, and very chocolate ladened brownies go out to Janeplay and Jennifer (see, I take requests!). If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "I got a little secret for ya, I never review when comes the night/But every time I smack my fingers I switch back into the light/My moon belongs to your sun, your fire is burning my mind" Here's your clue, this is performed by a duo, but personally, I only know of one of the singers--who is far too in love with Autotune for my taste (he uses it constantly. even for music he's producing for other artists), but I can't stay mad at him too long as he was after all the man that helped bring SexyBack. There you go! Have a great weekend!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter Six
Hermione walked into the office and sat down across from Draco, letting out a long breath. He looked up from the paperwork he was dealing with. Putting down his quill, he studied her a moment.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“I don’t know where to begin,” she told him, pressing her fingers to her brow. “I’m sorry for just showing up without flooing you first.”
“I needed a break,” he said casually as he leaned back. “Well?”
She told him what happened the night before and about how now she also had a vulture by the name of Sirius Black. Hermione finished off with, “And I managed to insult him by telling him that I wasn’t going to treat him like everyone else because I knew him to be an intelligent, powerful wizard.”
Draco was silent a moment. “Only you, Granger.”
“To top everything off, Harry isn’t all that thrilled with me at the moment either,” she muttered.
He snorted. “No loss there.”
Giving him a hard look, she said, “You’re only saying that because you’re hot for him.”
He laughed. “Yeah, and you’re hot for Pansy.”
This had Hermione laughing as well. “We need to find something new to tease each other about.”
“True,” he said, looking over to the doorway. “Looks like your vulture found you.”
She turned to see Sirius standing in the doorway, staring at her hard. “So he has.” Standing up, she turned to look over to Draco. “Are we still on for that poker game tonight?”
“Alas, I have a date with your favorite person,” he told her.
“Greedy bitch,” she said dryly. “Say hello to Pansy for me, if you would?”
“Of course,” he murmured. “Take care and if you need anything, call someone else.”
“As if I would call you at all,” Hermione rebutted. “You charge too much.”
“That’s right,” Draco came back just as she was exiting the office. “So expect my bill for having to hear you bitching!”
“Damn,” she muttered. “I thought for sure I had the last word that time.”
“That was some sort of game between you two?” Sirius asked her when he finally started to speak to her.
“Yes,” she answered, turning to look at him. “It makes work more interesting.” Hermione spun around so that she was walking in front of him, going backwards. “Especially on those days when life as I know it becomes dull and mundane.”
Sirius moved in a flash, catching her by the waist. He spun her around and dipped her in a dance move that had her blinking up at him in shock.
The flow of people leaving the lift rushed past them, answering Hermione’s unasked question as to why he would grab her up as he had. He lifted her back up, making certain that she was steadily back on her feet before waving the way.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“You’re most welcome. So have you found out anything?”
“Other than the fact that you would make a wonderful dance partner?” This had him grinning to himself and standing a bit straighter. “No, I haven’t. With any luck, Blaise will have found out some more information so we can stop playing a guessing game.”
“Who is he going to speak with again?”
“Lucius Malfoy,” she answered. “Chances are that he’ll be more open to speaking with Blaise without me present. Now whether or not Blaise tells all that was discussed, that’s another thing.”
“You seem to know the people around you well,” he stated.
“Well enough,” she replied, stopping to study him. “This disturbs you?”
“Don’t do that!” He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself. “It’s like you read minds.”
“There have been times I wish I could do so when I was a child, but all I have going for me is keen insight to the human condition.” She smiled slowly. “I find that to be more than adequate.” She tilted her head. “I discovered that by knowing the people around me that I knew how to act. Which, let me tell you, is very important when your life bridges two vastly different worlds.”
“That can’t be the only reason how you were able to learn how to do that,” he said. “I wager that you’re a telepath.” This only had her rolling her eyes. “Just because you don’t believe in it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
“ ‘There exists more between heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’,” Hermione quoted Hamlet mostly to herself and went on to say more loudly, “I know what I know and still, I never know enough. But this I do know with certainty, I’m not a telepath.”
Frowning, he inquired, “Why do you say that?”
“Because if I was, I would be able to read and understand men far better than I do.”
“How don’t you understand them?”
Hermione paused, as she was cut off by a man leaving one of the offices without looking where he was going saying as she did, “Example number one, Ron Weasley. He went on and on about how he wanted to get married and have a family to rival his own. And yet the moment it comes out that we had something of an accident with the potion, he took an antacid by mistake thinking it was the contraceptive potion, he flipped. He couldn’t run fast enough away from me.”
“That’s easy enough,” he told her. “Ronald Weasley isn’t a man.”
“Which I know now, but I would have liked to have known that before the age of nineteen when I had to listen to, ‘But, ‘Mione, I’m a man with needs.’”
“And you bought that?”
“No, I got tired of hearing him whine that,” Hermione told him as they got into the correct lift to get them over to her office. “And it turned out to be the worse thirty seconds of my life.”
“Ouch!” He winced. “Next example?”
“Theo Nott wanted to see if what his father told him was correct.” She looked to him. “His father told him that all muggle born witches had three tits and a penis. When he told me that I thought he was joking right up until he grabbed my crotch when he was kissing me.”
“What did you do?”
“Kneed him in the balls so hard that he’s currently one of the featured male sopranos for the London All Wizard Choir.” Sirius snorted with humor at this. “So okay, he isn’t doing that, but I did get my shot in and it most definitely hit his very small mark.”
“Next.”
She was silent a moment. “Remus.”
This had him startled and saying, “My Remus?”
“I didn’t know you had ownership papers, but it is the same Remus you went to school with,” she told him dryly. When the elevator stopped, they exited as she kept speaking, “It was during one of Remus’s many breakups with your cousin Tonks. He loves her, he doesn’t love her, he wants to protect her, he wants what’s best for her, she’s his soul mate, he doesn’t want to live with the guilt, but he doesn’t want to let go either.” She stopped walking and looked at him with a bland expression. “I swear that man has more emotional luggage than Louis Vuitton has little carry-ons.” They walked into her office. She turned to face him as she set down her things. “He was great in the sack, but I swear was it too much to ask for an after glow that lasted longer than it took him to recover from the sex?”
“How long did it take?” he asked reluctantly.
“He had no sooner stopped breathing hard one minute later and he was crying and begging Dora to forgive him over the floo. Whatever relationship we had died then and there.”
“I would imagine so,” he breathed.
***
It's time for the Review Sing-A-Long!!! The answer to the last one was "Pity the Child" from the musical Chess. Deep, sinful, and very chocolate ladened brownies go out to Janeplay and Jennifer (see, I take requests!). If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song! "I got a little secret for ya, I never review when comes the night/But every time I smack my fingers I switch back into the light/My moon belongs to your sun, your fire is burning my mind" Here's your clue, this is performed by a duo, but personally, I only know of one of the singers--who is far too in love with Autotune for my taste (he uses it constantly. even for music he's producing for other artists), but I can't stay mad at him too long as he was after all the man that helped bring SexyBack. There you go! Have a great weekend!