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Chapter Nine
Hope everyone had a fab holiday weekend! Please now if you could take the time to give me some much needed feedback on this story, I'd be grateful.
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Chapter Nine
Sirius found Hermione in the kitchen of Grimmwauld Place setting out Chinese take away. She looked over to him with a smile as she held out his favorite to him.
“I thought you must be hungry by now,” she told him.
He took the orange chicken with fried rice from her, along with the chopsticks. Sitting down next to Hermione, he murmured, “Are we going to be waiting for Bill?”
“No,” she answered. “He is at work.” She took up her egg drop soup and sat down. Taking up her spoon, she said, “He travels to Egypt from time to time for his work with Gringotts.”
Frowning he asked, “But I thought he was going to be here with you to keep you safe.”
Hermione shrugged as she handed over the note she found at her home. “I hope you don’t mind me staying here for the time the investigation is going on.”
“I don’t mind in the least,” he assured her, glancing at the note that looked like a hastily written out missive. Chances were, he thought sourly, that he was with Remus trying to concoct a story as to why they were fucking around behind the backs of the women they supposedly loved. “The house has felt empty since Harry and Ginny moved out.”
“But I thought they came over here all the time,” she murmured, as she stirred her soup.
“Yes, they do,” he sighed. “Ginny has made it her mission to see that I’m fed, whether I like it or not. And Harry takes me out to see Ron playing quidditch whenever he’s in town.” Sirius looked over to her. “It’s not the same. Especially now that Ginny is so close to giving birth.”
Hermione absently took a sip of her soup, trying not to think of what the last healer told her of the slim chances that she would conceive.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, moving closer to her.
“What?” She came out of her own thoughts not knowing what he was speaking of.
“It looked like your heart was breaking in your eyes,” he whispered, reaching out and capturing a tear she didn’t know that she shed.
Worrying her lower lip she asked him, “Do you recall anything that happened the night that you went into the veil?”
Pulling back a bit he said, “Other than my cousin attempting to kill me? No, I can’t say I recall much. Why?”
“Dolohov threw his curse at me,” she told him. “It hit my abdomen. It did a lot of damage, specifically my uterus.” Hermione looked at him somberly as she whispered, “I was told I couldn’t have babies.”
“Oh love,” he sighed, his voice sounded pain filled. “Does anyone else know?”
“Poppy,” she muttered. “Minerva, and Madam Pince. The last only found out when she discovered me sobbing in the library.” She snorted in self-deprecating humor. “She had told me that she was sorry to hear about my bad turn, but I was going to have to suffer in silence as long as I was going to be in the library.”
“Oh pet,” he sighed, taking her into his arms.
“I’ve spoken to several specialists and they’re all singing the same tune, as it were,” she whispered against his shoulder. Pulling away from him, she cleared her throat. “Usually I’m much better about this. But the closer it comes time for her to have the baby, the more I’m reminded that it can’t ever be me.” She looked into his eyes. “I’ve accepted it. Really I have. But there’s been this selfish cow within me screaming that it’s so unfair. More times than not I can ignore it, but there are times…”
“The baby shower?” he asked quietly.
She nodded slowly. “Like the baby shower. It was easier to get stoned than it was to deal with the emotional baggage that was my inability to procreate.” Smiling slowly, she asked, “Did I ever thank you for taking care of me that day?”
“Several times,” he said. “But I’m a vain man and wouldn’t be put off if you did so again.”
Leaning closer to him, she kissed his cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
Clearing his throat he answered softly, “Any time.”
***
Blaise was still in critical condition the following morning, leaving Hermione little choice but to speak to Lucius Malfoy herself. Where was the attack? When did it happen? True, he was found near a country highway, but from what the healers had to say that had been several hours after he had been thrashed. When she spoke to the aurors, they said they were nearly certain that he had been dumped where he had been found.
“There was no evidence of anything other than him being dropped from a slight height,” Dean Thomas told her. “And seeing as there were no wheel tracks, we were thinking he was flown out to the spot or given a port key.”
“But wouldn’t he have a port key still on him if that last bit were the case?” Hermione asked him.
“Yeah, but you know you can spell them to have a time limit,” he said, sounding proud of the fact that he was going to out think the know it all.
“True,” she said, giving it a great deal of thought. “But the object would still carry the magical residue of the spell.” When he blinked at her, she went on with, “That’s how older port keys tend to be found. It’s a part of first year auror training, Dean.”
Hermione thought it best to leave then, not due to the fact that she may have just embarrassed one of the top aurors. No, this was more due to the fact that Sirius couldn’t stop snickering at the poor man.
“That auror is a fool,” Sirius told her as they were walking out of the building.
“Yes, that may be very true, but we still have to work with him and it behooves us not to alienate ourselves by pointing out the obvious.”
“So must we go speak to Malfoy again?” he asked her, sounding put out by the thought of such.
She stopped and looked at him. “We can either speak to Lucius Malfoy and find out what Blaise spoke to him about or we can go back to the office to read the new books I was able to find about the Plume in question. Which will it be?”
Pursing his lips he sighed, “Let’s go see Malfoy.”
Holding back a smirk, she said, “I knew you’d see it my way.”
“Brat,” he muttered, as they arrived at the apperation point.
“Aww, Sirius, that was so sweet of you to say,” she cooed sarcastically.
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“I would have called me a bitch.” He blinked at her stunned. “Anything less than that as an insult I see as not being as mean.”
Before she knew it, he was throwing his head back in laughter. Pulling her into his arms, he gave her mouth a sound kiss before either of them knew it.
Pulling back he was still laughing as he disapperated them to where they were going with Sirius never seeing Hermione’s shock or the blush that crept into her cheeks once she had secretly tasted her own lips.
***
Time for the Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "Yes! We Have No Bananas" . It was performed by several individuals but more notably by the following--Eddie Cantor, Irving Kaufman, Louis Prima, Billy Jones, Arthur Hall, and Spike Jones & His City Slickers. Chocolate dipped shortbread cookies and coffee (I hope you like dark roasts) go to Jennifer for not only knowing the song, but telling me who wrote it. This song had far more history to it than I ever imagined. There's even a book about the depression in Belfast that takes the name of the song as it's title! It must have had a heavy duty impact if the author used it as they did.
Here's the next song. "Review looks for it's kicks/Going down on death/I see it coming/I can't do anything" Here's your clues people. This group was big on the American Punk scene back in the late 1970's and early 1980's. And although they did have a giant following, it was the unfortunate passing of the founding member of the group from an overdose that kept them from reaching Sex Pistols' status. Well, there you go! I hope you all have a fantastic week.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!
***
Chapter Nine
Sirius found Hermione in the kitchen of Grimmwauld Place setting out Chinese take away. She looked over to him with a smile as she held out his favorite to him.
“I thought you must be hungry by now,” she told him.
He took the orange chicken with fried rice from her, along with the chopsticks. Sitting down next to Hermione, he murmured, “Are we going to be waiting for Bill?”
“No,” she answered. “He is at work.” She took up her egg drop soup and sat down. Taking up her spoon, she said, “He travels to Egypt from time to time for his work with Gringotts.”
Frowning he asked, “But I thought he was going to be here with you to keep you safe.”
Hermione shrugged as she handed over the note she found at her home. “I hope you don’t mind me staying here for the time the investigation is going on.”
“I don’t mind in the least,” he assured her, glancing at the note that looked like a hastily written out missive. Chances were, he thought sourly, that he was with Remus trying to concoct a story as to why they were fucking around behind the backs of the women they supposedly loved. “The house has felt empty since Harry and Ginny moved out.”
“But I thought they came over here all the time,” she murmured, as she stirred her soup.
“Yes, they do,” he sighed. “Ginny has made it her mission to see that I’m fed, whether I like it or not. And Harry takes me out to see Ron playing quidditch whenever he’s in town.” Sirius looked over to her. “It’s not the same. Especially now that Ginny is so close to giving birth.”
Hermione absently took a sip of her soup, trying not to think of what the last healer told her of the slim chances that she would conceive.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, moving closer to her.
“What?” She came out of her own thoughts not knowing what he was speaking of.
“It looked like your heart was breaking in your eyes,” he whispered, reaching out and capturing a tear she didn’t know that she shed.
Worrying her lower lip she asked him, “Do you recall anything that happened the night that you went into the veil?”
Pulling back a bit he said, “Other than my cousin attempting to kill me? No, I can’t say I recall much. Why?”
“Dolohov threw his curse at me,” she told him. “It hit my abdomen. It did a lot of damage, specifically my uterus.” Hermione looked at him somberly as she whispered, “I was told I couldn’t have babies.”
“Oh love,” he sighed, his voice sounded pain filled. “Does anyone else know?”
“Poppy,” she muttered. “Minerva, and Madam Pince. The last only found out when she discovered me sobbing in the library.” She snorted in self-deprecating humor. “She had told me that she was sorry to hear about my bad turn, but I was going to have to suffer in silence as long as I was going to be in the library.”
“Oh pet,” he sighed, taking her into his arms.
“I’ve spoken to several specialists and they’re all singing the same tune, as it were,” she whispered against his shoulder. Pulling away from him, she cleared her throat. “Usually I’m much better about this. But the closer it comes time for her to have the baby, the more I’m reminded that it can’t ever be me.” She looked into his eyes. “I’ve accepted it. Really I have. But there’s been this selfish cow within me screaming that it’s so unfair. More times than not I can ignore it, but there are times…”
“The baby shower?” he asked quietly.
She nodded slowly. “Like the baby shower. It was easier to get stoned than it was to deal with the emotional baggage that was my inability to procreate.” Smiling slowly, she asked, “Did I ever thank you for taking care of me that day?”
“Several times,” he said. “But I’m a vain man and wouldn’t be put off if you did so again.”
Leaning closer to him, she kissed his cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
Clearing his throat he answered softly, “Any time.”
***
Blaise was still in critical condition the following morning, leaving Hermione little choice but to speak to Lucius Malfoy herself. Where was the attack? When did it happen? True, he was found near a country highway, but from what the healers had to say that had been several hours after he had been thrashed. When she spoke to the aurors, they said they were nearly certain that he had been dumped where he had been found.
“There was no evidence of anything other than him being dropped from a slight height,” Dean Thomas told her. “And seeing as there were no wheel tracks, we were thinking he was flown out to the spot or given a port key.”
“But wouldn’t he have a port key still on him if that last bit were the case?” Hermione asked him.
“Yeah, but you know you can spell them to have a time limit,” he said, sounding proud of the fact that he was going to out think the know it all.
“True,” she said, giving it a great deal of thought. “But the object would still carry the magical residue of the spell.” When he blinked at her, she went on with, “That’s how older port keys tend to be found. It’s a part of first year auror training, Dean.”
Hermione thought it best to leave then, not due to the fact that she may have just embarrassed one of the top aurors. No, this was more due to the fact that Sirius couldn’t stop snickering at the poor man.
“That auror is a fool,” Sirius told her as they were walking out of the building.
“Yes, that may be very true, but we still have to work with him and it behooves us not to alienate ourselves by pointing out the obvious.”
“So must we go speak to Malfoy again?” he asked her, sounding put out by the thought of such.
She stopped and looked at him. “We can either speak to Lucius Malfoy and find out what Blaise spoke to him about or we can go back to the office to read the new books I was able to find about the Plume in question. Which will it be?”
Pursing his lips he sighed, “Let’s go see Malfoy.”
Holding back a smirk, she said, “I knew you’d see it my way.”
“Brat,” he muttered, as they arrived at the apperation point.
“Aww, Sirius, that was so sweet of you to say,” she cooed sarcastically.
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“I would have called me a bitch.” He blinked at her stunned. “Anything less than that as an insult I see as not being as mean.”
Before she knew it, he was throwing his head back in laughter. Pulling her into his arms, he gave her mouth a sound kiss before either of them knew it.
Pulling back he was still laughing as he disapperated them to where they were going with Sirius never seeing Hermione’s shock or the blush that crept into her cheeks once she had secretly tasted her own lips.
***
Time for the Review Sing-A-Long!! The answer to the last one was "Yes! We Have No Bananas" . It was performed by several individuals but more notably by the following--Eddie Cantor, Irving Kaufman, Louis Prima, Billy Jones, Arthur Hall, and Spike Jones & His City Slickers. Chocolate dipped shortbread cookies and coffee (I hope you like dark roasts) go to Jennifer for not only knowing the song, but telling me who wrote it. This song had far more history to it than I ever imagined. There's even a book about the depression in Belfast that takes the name of the song as it's title! It must have had a heavy duty impact if the author used it as they did.
Here's the next song. "Review looks for it's kicks/Going down on death/I see it coming/I can't do anything" Here's your clues people. This group was big on the American Punk scene back in the late 1970's and early 1980's. And although they did have a giant following, it was the unfortunate passing of the founding member of the group from an overdose that kept them from reaching Sex Pistols' status. Well, there you go! I hope you all have a fantastic week.