A/N: Here we go, once more into the breach. The kids are growing up. Fast. Real fast. And yeah, this one's NC-17 too.... Thank you to Lady Starlight, without her help and guidance over these last few years, and occasional kicking of my arse when I wander off the reservation, this would probably pretty much suck...but if there's a screw up, it's my fault. And I still own nothing
Chapter 32: Flirting With Disaster
********************************Library********************************
February 13, 2016
9:45 pm
A soft snowfall pattered against the tall, leaded windows of the Library, piling up in drifts on the sills, to half-conceal the dark night outside. The light from several flickering oil lamps illuminated a scarred oaken table, dented and dinged by thousands and thousands of quills, and books, and bags crashing into its top.
The top was almost invisible however, buried under a thick layer of papers, books, and quills, moved occasionally by a cold draft slipping in from the windows. A pair of half-filled carts wheeled by, spitting out books at random to reshelve themselves in the tall, slightly crooked shelves, half of which did not match from one row to the other.
Sirius watched the cart roll past, reaching down and moving his pack out of the way of the cart before it could run it over. He looked back up, and across the table to find soft grey eyes watching him. A faint smirk bloomed as he noticed a smudge of ink on her cheek, and he stood, reaching over the table to rub a thumb along it.
Harriet closed her eyes, turning into his touch as the faintest sparkle of magic skittered along her nerves, and she unthinkingly brushed her lips across his palm. Sirius sat back down, his breathing quickening for a beat.
He slowly fell back into his chair, and swallowed heavily as Harriet opened her eyes, and her vague gaze sharpened, looking at him and him alone.
Sirius watched, feeling his mouth go dry as she stood slowly, and stretched, his eyes falling totally unconsciously to the modest swell of her chest, even half hidden under a battered size-or-two too-large Gryffindor Team sweatshirt she had-borrowed, from him. Harriet looked back towards the entrance to the library, past the entrance to the hidden nook that Emilia had graciously lent them, and then back to Sirius, with a faint knowing smirk.
Her fingers trailed along the wood, as she walked around the table, to his side. He scooted back slightly from the table, turning the chair halfway as he watched her, before she slowly settled astride his lap without a word. She reached up and watched as her fingers partially disappeared into his hair, before slowly leaning down to kiss him.
Harriet sighed very softly as her lips fell open at the touch of his tongue to them, and she let her eyes fall closed, content to let him lead.
A bit of cold air danced along the skin at the small of her back, as hands instinctively sought her skin, pushing up under the loose sweatshirt to run along her spine. She reciprocated, letting her fingers slip under his own sweatshirt, a battered one with an almost illegible picture of a Hippogriff in flight, over the words, "If it seems impossible, then you haven't been paying attention."
Harriet pulled away slightly, resting her forehead against his. She looked down, lightly tracing her fingers along his stomach, as she started to gnaw on her lower lip. "I love you, Sirius," she murmured, and felt his heart stammer under her fingers as her other hand slowly pushed up under his shirt.
He opened his mouth, and she covered it with the fingers of her right hand, shaking her head slightly, "You don't have to..."
He kissed the fingers and reached up with one hand, pulling it from under the back of her sweatshirt, to grasp her hand and slowly interlace his fingers with hers. His other hand came out, cupping the back of her head, his spread fingers laying on either side of the simple tail she wore her hair in most days, and kissed her.
A quiet, purring moan escaped as she sunk into him, moving on his lap, pressing her chest into his. A soft squeak, of not quite surprise, came out, as she moved again, and felt him stir through the fabric her jeans. Her eyes widened, as she looked down between them and then back up at his face, finding his cheeks burning. "Harriet, I..."
"It's alright," she breathed. The already quiet room became utterly silent, as she slowly reached down between them to run her fingers along the front of his jeans. Sirius hissed quietly, and arched up to her, causing a faint moan to fall headless from soft lips. Silver eyes became small moons, and she stood from his lap, grabbing on to one of his hands with both of hers, and pulling him to his feet.
"Harriet, uh...."
"Em and the rest won't be back tonight," Harriet murmured, stepping back to him and molding her front to his. She took a half step back, walking backwards and pulling him towards the empty stacks, late on a Saturday night before Valentine's Day with still months to go before OWLs and NEWTs.
She turned, still holding his hand with hers as she led him back into the stacks, past racks and racks of tomes written before his grandparents were conceived.
Harriet stopped at the end of a long, twisted trail through the depths of the stacks, to end up at a blank, hidden alcove bordered by more bookshelves. A tall window filled one wall of the alcove, with a padded window seat sitting empty. Harriet slowly backed against a bookshelf, pulling Sirius with her, until her back lightly hit the shelf, sending a few books thumping to the ground as she pulled his head down to hers with one hand.
Sirius felt her free hand slip down and under his shirt, pushing it up. He slowly reciprocated; letting his hands push up her shirt, lifting the back until almost the bottom of her ribs. His eyes widened as his fingers slipped up a touch more and found no strap, and slowly, tentatively, slipped around under her shirt, tracing her ribs, until trembling hands brushed the sides of her breasts.
Harriet dropped her head to his shoulder, nibbling lightly, and gasped loudly as thumbs skated up the sides and brushed a pair of erect nubbins. Instinctively, as if he knew her body as well as his own, he started to lightly dance his fingers along the tips of his new discovery, only to feel her shudder beneath him.
Harriet rocked back against him, finding herself between his legs, and slowly moved, reaching up to link her hands behind his neck to give herself more leverage. Sirius' hands stopped as he hissed, feeling a spike of pure fire rip through his body from his core. "Keep going," Harriet grunted, before kissing him fiercely, spinning them both around, and staggering backwards, until they half-collapsed onto the window seat.
Her heated skin did not even feel the frigid expanse of the window as her half-bare back touched it and she felt herself sliding down to lie on the seat, with her legs hanging off the edge. She pulled Sirius into her, dragging his weight down on top of her. Small hands, with nails painted at least ten different colors cupped his bum, encouraging him as he pressed against her, pressing against her core.
One hand fell down, slipping between them, to slowly play with the button of his jeans and they both froze, panting, as half-lidded grey eyes met emeralds, already flickering with occasional sparkles of light.
"Harri..."
Sirius' words were lost as Harriet pulled his lips back down to hers, dancing her tongue along his lips, and causing them to fall open. Her tongue slowly swirled around his, almost lazily, as she unhurriedly pulled at his fly, and buttons popped open one by one.
Sirius moaned quietly, as her hand crept beneath his boxers and touched him for the first time. Her thumb found the drop of moisture at the tip, and swirled it about, making Sirius quiver in response.
Harriet broke the kiss, pulling back a bare inch as she started to slowly run her hand up and down his length, "Am I..." she breathed.
"P...perfect," he gritted out.
"Good," Harriet returned before returning to the kiss and squeezed him, slowly speeding up, letting her thumb spread the moisture every few strokes. Sirius groaned, fighting to keep the noise down as she increased her attentions, bucking into her hand. Her hand moved even faster, moving in time with her tongue as he bucked into her hand, any conscious control of his movements long gone.
Sirius almost cried her name into her lips as he exploded, covering her hand in his release. All of his weight fell on her, and she pulled his head down to her shoulder and stroked his hair lovingly. Scourgify, she muttered and a soft breeze passed over Sirius' nether regions, cleaning them both.
Harriet slowly pulled her hand free, and brought it to her lips, tasting the faint remainder of him left after her spell. Her eyes lit faintly as Sirius sat up on the window seat, pulling her with him and scooting back until his back was to the window frame. Harriet turned and settled back against him, letting her head flop back onto his shoulder.
"I love you, Harriet..." he whispered and she made a soft, quiet noise of agreement. She mewed as his hand cupped her stomach, pressing lightly against her belly, as the very tips of his fingers slipped under the loose waistband of her jeans. His fingertips brushed a bit of lace and he stopped, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "Harriet...can I..."
"If you want to," she replied, tremulously. She looked down as her jeans unbuttoned themselves, and the zip slowly slid downward. A black triangle of lace was revealed, and she turned her head, kissing him, as he turned to find her eyes with a look of utter admiration in his own.
The fingers slowly slid under the edge, "I don't know what..."
She smiled, and let her fingers tangle with his, and slowly slid their joined hands under the lace, slipping them under the delicate fabric. They both shuddered as their joined fingers ghosted down over slick skin, to lightly trace along her lower lips. Harriet sighed heavily, and her chest heaved. "Like that," she whispered, "you need to make sure I'm...w...wet..."
"You are..."
"I know..." she took his fingers, "trace along here first...gently..." She shuddered, as he seemed to read her thoughts, letting his fingers trace lightly, then dance a touch higher. His thumb found a tiny nubbin and brushed it, and she cried out, arching up.
"Was that supposed to happen?"
Harriet nodded vigorously, and let her fingers leave his. His fingers continued to explore, leaving his thumb where it was. "P...put it in m...meee..." Harriet sputtered, and Sirius complied, slowly sliding his longest finger into her, following his instincts, or possibly something more, and began to rock it in and out slowly, stroking her clit in time with the motion of his finger. Her hands pushed up her shirt, to caress her own breasts. She turned her head and kissed him, gasping as a second finger joined the first and started to speed up.
"Oh...M...M..erlin," she murmured, and started to try to move to meet his hand. A pool of fire gathered low in her belly, growing and sending tendrils out to her extremities. He moved once more, and she stiffened, spasming as she clenched around his fingers, burying her face into his neck.
A faint, unnoticed metallic taste filled her mouth, lost in the flood of sensations crashing along her nerves, as she flopped bonelessly back against him, letting him totally take her weight, which he did without complaint. She panted, letting her breath return, as Sirius stroked her until she came down and slowly pulled his hand free. She grabbed his hand with one of hers and brought it to her lips, licking the fingers clean.
Feeling him react to her, growing hard against her bum, "We can't..." she almost sobbed.
"I'm not..."
"I really want to, Sirius, but we have to wait until you're sixteen." Harriet took his hands in hers, holding them together and resting their joined hands on the top edge of her knickers. "You know why..."
"It's gonna suck."
"We can do that too, if you want?" Harriet asked timidly.
"Not tonight," Sirius replied, and tightened his hands around her. His eyes flickered and her jeans buttoned themselves, and her sweatshirt pulled mostly down, held up only by their hands on her belly. He slowly played with the silver moon hanging from her navel with his thumb, as he let the silence stretch and Harriet wiggled back into his embrace.
"Why?" he asked finally.
"I needed you," Harriet whispered, and closed her eyes. "We should probably get up, just in case..."
"Yeah, we probably should," Sirius agreed, but made no attempt to dislodge her. Instead he sighed, and kissed her neck. "I think we could just sleep here."
"Alright."
***************************Gryffindor Tower******************************
February 14, 2016
2:20 am
Harriet sat upright with a loud gasp and looked around the room with unseeing eyes as flashes of fire and blood still filled her sight, blanking out the dim room. A vision of Sirius, his black hair shiny and matted with blood, remained, even after her eyes opened, causing her heart to hammer against her ribs. She took a shuddering breath as she untangled her legs from the covers, what little of them remained on the bed and spun so her legs hung off the edge. Sweat-sodden hair hung lank in front of her eyes, as she stared down at her bare feet, poking out from the sweatpants she had replaced her jeans with after she and Sirius had returned from the Library, having been chased off by the caretaker at closing.
Her sight cleared, just slightly, the remnants of her vision periodically overlaying her sight as she looked around the room to find Em's unmade bed empty, she was with Xander, and the curtains closed and silenced around Rain's, Justin's birthday had been fourteen days ago, and it was, technically, Valentine's Day.
Harriet quavered slightly as she stood, not feeling the cold of the floor against her feet nor the chill in the air on her sweaty skin as she moved robotically towards the door. Gaheris looked up from his bed at the foot of hers, and leapt up on her bed, grabbing her wand from under her pillow in his teeth and carrying it over to her just as she reached the door.
He butted her leg with his head until she looked down and took the wand, still not quite tracking, and slipped in the back of her sweats. He followed her down the curving stairs to the Common Room, watching as she half-leaned against the hand that was trailing along the stone wall of the staircase.
Gaheris watched as she crossed the room to the other set of staircases and slowly started upward, watching her feet as they stepped one in front of the other, soundlessly, up the ancient stairs to the boys' levels of the tower. The wolf paced over to the fire and settled down on the warm stones of the hearth, watching with his eyes until his Mistress was out of sight.
A faint thread, not even consciously in her sight, led her along the corridor, stepping between pools of light and darkness until she reached a closed door set with a small plaque labeled with several names. She traced her fingers over 'Sirius Potter', and opened the door, stepping in without a sound.
The room was messy, more so than the one she shared with her roommates, even with their somewhat laissez-faire attitude to things like picking up clothes, brooms and books. She tripped slightly over a pile of clothes, and caught herself automatically on Lawrence's bed.
She slipped around a large stack of books and papers, and looked over, her eyes still cloudy as Natasha hooted at her. The owl fluttered over to her, and landed on the stack of books. She looked up with huge, amber eyes as Harriet patted her head once, automatically, and continued.
Crimson hangings, several shades darker than her hair, blocked her path for an instant, before she pulled them aside, as she slipped onto the bed and closed them behind her. She drew her wand from behind her back and slipped it under the pillows, still not quite tracking fully. Shaking hands pulled aside the covers and she crawled under them, pressing against the warm, and more far importantly, alive, body she found there. Her hands burrowed under the hem of his sweatshirt, desperately seeking his skin.
He started as she touched his stomach, and his hand flashed towards the wand holster attached to the headboard, and stopped halfway as he recognized instinctively who was huddled against him.
He continued his reach, and drew his wand. "Lumos minima," he whispered, and a soft, white glow lit the interior of his curtains. He let go of his wand, letting it float up to the top of the canopy. "What's wrong?" he whispered, brushing his hands through her hair. "Merlin, Harriet, you're soaked..."
"C...can I stay with you?" she breathed, snuggling up to him. She shivered as a bit of cold air, slipping through a crack in the curtains, reached her.
"Of course, you never have to ask me that," he replied, and kissed her hair. "Stay here," he said after she shivered again, and he started to move towards the edge of the bed. "I'm not going outside of this room, Harriet, alright?" She bit her lip, but nodded after a minute and he kissed her gently, before rolling out of bed.
A soft creak came through the curtains as Sirius opened his trunk, and a minute later, he came back in, pulling the curtains taut around the bed. He set a Gryffindor team sweatshirt on the bed. The shirt was the other one she had borrowed and the elves had returned with the laundry just this morning. He knew he had lost it again as soon as he picked it up. "Let's get you out of those."
A faint, almost smile graced her lips, "We have to wait for that, remember?" she choked, with a faint sob underlying her words.
Sirius just reached down and pulled off her sodden t-shirt, dropping it outside of the curtains. He pulled the sweatshirt on over her head, dressing her almost like a child, only noticing in the abstract that she had been wearing nothing under the other shirt. Sirius called his wand back down to his hand as he pulled the covers over Harriet, and crawled in beside her, canceling the light as well, and plunging the enclosure into dimness.
She wiggled under the blanket, and pulled out her sweatpants, tossing them to the ground outside of the bed.
Sirius swallowed heavily as she rolled over to drape mostly on top of him, squeezing him with both arms as if she were afraid he would leave at any moment. "I...hope you had something on under those," he muttered hoarsely.
"Knickers, with little fluffy Kneazles on them," she murmured against his neck. She closed her eyes and sighed. After a few seconds, she started to shake, and Sirius pulled her tighter after he pulled the blanket up to her neck.
"What's wrong, Harriet?" he whispered after a moment longer, bending his neck enough to catch her eyes. Just for an eyeblink, he almost thought the silver of her eyes had picked up a faint greenish glow, but he blinked again and it, if anything, was gone.
Harriet made a faint, indistinct sound, before she shrugged and buried her face in his neck again. "She had you...Sirius," she murmured, finally, her voice barely audible over the soft sound of snoring coming from one of his roommates. "She had you and she made me watch..."
Sirius grabbed the handle of his wand, "Silencio," and the sounds faded away. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere without you."
"You promise?" she replied, her voice appropriate to a ten year younger version of herself, than the nearly adult she was. He just nodded, and pulled her tighter to him, his free hand slipping up under her shirt in the back as he started to rub her spine in small circles. "Good," she added a beat later; "I'm not leaving you either, not even if a Orange-Spotted Cappicot tries to steal all of your nose hair."
"I'm glad," he said, physically picking her up to set her more securely on top of him. He kissed her, and closed his eyes "Let's get some sleep, Love," he murmured, the endearment falling off his lips unthinkingly.
Harriet perked up slightly, and a true, if small smile answered him. "Can we go for a walk around the lake tomorrow?"
Sirius nodded, not about to comment that the sleet that was falling at the moment outside the castle would probably continue. If she wanted to take a walk, he would go, even if the precipitation was flaming instead of frozen. Instead he just yawned, and slipped off, lulled to sleep by the soft buzzing in the back of his head that had been growing stronger for months, that he had first noticed in July.
Harriet felt around with one of her hands until she found his right one. She interlaced their fingers and tucked the hand between them, low on her belly. "'Night, my prince, nothing will get to you."
Eight hours later, Sirius opened his eyes, and immediately rolled them as he found himself utterly entwined with Harriet. He managed to lift his head slightly at the brush of something soft across his arm, and snorted faintly as he sat the tip of Harriet's tail twitching slightly where it had slipped from under the edge of the blankets.
Living with one, then later two other teenage girls, all of whom had very feline Animagi forms, he had learned that there was more than a bit of bleed over, more so than he had ever experienced. He could not really even hold the halfway, "Neko" form that Em, Harriet and Rain could at will, for more than a brief second. For him it was all or nothing, though he could do the ears, and he did have the senses and instincts, as they did.
He also did not transform to the halfway form when he was stressed.
His mind slowly woke the rest of the way, and he flushed red as he realized where her hand was resting, comfortably resting against a certain portion of his anatomy that was much more of an early riser than he was; in both senses.
She squirmed on his chest, and he took a deep breath as he slowly managed to get a hand free enough to peer under the blanket to find that in her snuggling, she had managed to push her sweatshirt up enough to almost expose her chest, leaving the tanned expanse of her back down to the knickers she had mentioned last night visible in the twilight under the blanket, which were pushed down enough by her tail, to expose the top half of her bum.
One of the Kneazles scampered across her arse, and he looked over at her face, just as her eyes opened and looked into his. She held his for a long moment, her pupils slightly oblong, before she slowly smiled and looked down, stroking her hand along the bulge in his pajamas.
"Harriet, Love..."
She looked back up at him, and smiled, moving up his body and cupping his face between her hands. She leaned in and kissed him, sighing softly as she let her lips fall open at the touch of his tongue.
He laughed, breaking the kiss as he caught one the twitch of one of her ears out of the corner of his eye, "You are doing it on purpose," he accused, still laughing and she grinned.
Her nose scrunched up and her tail and ears vanished rapidly, receding and transforming back to purely human, before she settled down against him. "A little," she admitted, and kissed him again. "Are we alone?"
Sirius' eyes went slightly blank, and he nodded after a second, "Yeah, probably, anyway, I doubt Mum or Dad are hiding just outside of my curtains."
"Do we have to get up?" she asked, very softly, her luminous grey eyes seeming to grow, even as her lower lip jutted out very slightly. Sirius just shook his head, not even trying to fight the pleading look on his girlfriend's face. A thought visibly crossed her mind before she sat up abruptly, letting the blanket fall down behind her. Before Sirius could even mutter a word, she reached down and pulled off the sweatshirt, tossing it to a corner of the bed and laid back down on him, reaching back to pull the blanket up over her now bare shoulders. "That's better," she said happily, and closed her eyes.
Sirius swallowed heavily, feeling a part of him react even more strongly to the image, one that he had seen last, early this morning, though it had not even effected him then. "Are you..." he bit off the rest, swallowing what he almost asked, afraid that it might have colored last night's events before her nightmare.
She lifted her head, and cupped his cheek with one hand, before she kissed him again, and let her head fall back down to his chest, "Am I in heat, horny, randy?" He nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, but its not because of anything with my kitty form, Sirius...I've wanted you so badly since July..." she shrugged, "Honestly, my fingers got tired."
Sirius blushed.
"You can take off your clothes if you want," she shrugged, "It's more comfortable."
"I...better not," he replied quietly.
"Alright," Harriet replied sleepily, closing her eyes again, "you sure we don't need to get up?"
"As long as you want to stay in bed, we will," he replied.
"Brilliant," she yawned, reaching down under the blanket until her hands found his stomach to push up his sweatshirt. "Unless something changes, we are going to have two daughters in case you were wondering, one with black hair and grey eyes, the other with red hair and your eyes. Em only had two sons-"
Sirius slowly crooked an eyebrow as he felt her slide off to sleep without another word, before he chuckled quietly and closed his own eyes, thankful that the curtains were nearly lightproof.
****************************Godric's Hollow******************************
1:10 pm
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled down her sweatshirt slightly, and turned the page of the novel she had started this week, before smiling down at Harry, as he slept with his head in her lap. I need to get time to get a tan, Hermione mused as she idly noticed the contrast of his hair with her legs. She bent down and kissed the side of his head, and sat back up.
She yawned, and waved at the air, Tempus, soft; flaming letters and numbers appeared floating over the foot of the bed. She sighed, noting that she and Harry had missed lunch, and breakfast, a rather frequent occurrence over the last eighteen years or so. "Baby," she whispered, brushing his hair away from closed eyes, "do you want something to eat?"
Harry didn't respond, other than with a soft, contented sound as he snuggled his head down further into her bare lap, and she shook her head, before settling back against the headboard, leaning into the pillows piled high behind her. Going hungry for an hour or two was a rather small price to pay, after all, for everything else.
Briefly, she allowed herself an amused smirk as she looked around their bedroom, at the utter disaster that had set in, starting sometime after a candle-lit dinner last night, trailing through the living room, den, stairs, upstairs hallway and ending in here, Merlin, I'm glad that house-elves don't care what 'their' humans do, or we'd have given Dobby a heart attack.
The small bookshelf that sat in one corner for her 'light reading' was empty, the books scattered about the floor. The hamper was upended, with clothes piled here and there around the room as if a mad two-year-old had been playing dress-up. The clothes that they had started the night with, last night, were still in the kitchen, if she remembered correctly-though by now Dobby or Winky probably had picked them up, probably giggling the entire way.
A pair of boots were hanging by their interlaced bootstrings on the closet door's knob, and Hedwig hooted down at them merrily from the top of the dresser as she looked over the chaos smugly, even for an owl. Familiars were remarkably able to express their feelings when they felt the need. After Hermione stuck her tongue out at the snowy owl, she hooted agreeably before tucking her head under her wing to take a nap.
Hermione let out a breathless laugh as Harry's breath tickled a rather sensitive bit, and sat her book down carefully, making her place as she idly scratched his scalp with short nails. She looked down at him, and sent the book over to drop on top of her bookshelf, He should be rested enough....She started to bend down to wake him, bringing up a bare foot under the blanket, trailing it up his leg when a soft hoot came from the dresser mirror and she sighed, pulling up the blanket to cover Harry, and glancing down to make sure she was covered.
She motioned in the direction of the mirror and it wavered for a few seconds before Luna's face appeared, about two or three times life-size. "Yes, Luna?" Hermione said pleasantly, even as she let her fingers continue to play with the small hairs of the back of Harry's head, hidden beneath the blanket in her lap.
Luna looked at her for a moment, rarely blinking. As she did so, Hermione noticed that her best female friend had faint bags under her eyes, as if she had not actually, slept, in the past day or so, though she looked remarkably like a Kneazle who had just ate the canary. A faint flush dusted across her cheeks and her hair, almost as disheveled as Hermione's own, a feat considering that Hermione's was occasionally constrained by main force, was a shade or two darker than normal, as if it was damp, as was the bit of skin Hermione could see.
Luna sat back and the mirror zoomed out to show that the blonde was nude from the waist up at least, and Hermione just crooked an eyebrow.
"Up late celebrating?"
Luna smiled slowly, and stood. The mirror followed her, revealing that she was totally nude, as she stepped over a fur-covered lump on the floor, with a bare foot sticking out at one end and a tuft of red hair at the other, and stretched, rising on her toes. Luna grabbed a very old, quite decrepit, Gryffindor Keeper's jersey from the floor and pulled it on over her head.
She dropped to the floor next to Ron, who did not even stir and crossed her legs in front of her, leaning back on her hands. The light from the fire in Ron and Luna's quarters at Hogwarts flickered on the side of her face, "Yes," Luna replied without a hint of shame, though after all of these years, there was very little shame between the two of them, even with their forced separation. Ron stirred slightly as Luna reached under the blanket to play with his hair, "He's so cooperative," she mused out loud, "even when he's-"
"Why did you call, Luna?" Hermione interrupted, not really wanting to know anything about Ron's cooperation with anything. Luna seemed to consider the question for an inordinate amount of time, when Hermione let out a soft gasp as under the blanket, her sweatshirt slowly lifted up. "Did...ah...you...n...need something," she said slowly as unseen kisses slowly danced up the inside of her thighs.
She let out a very soft squeak, and reached down, fisting her fingers in inky locks as those lips reached their goal, and started to kiss lightly to each side. Her eyes crossed slightly as Harry grinned and flicked out a tongue to tease her.
Luna did not seem to notice, she shrugged, "I was curious if you would like to, you and Harry of course, would like to meet Ronald and I in Hogsmeade for dinner."
Hermione gasped and tightened her fingers in his hair, Oh...God, she whispered. "Ummm...s...sure," Hermione managed, and Luna grinned.
"Alright then, six then at the Three Broomsticks," Luna said brightly, she licked her lips, and glanced down to Ron, who to all appearances was still unconscious. "I'll let you get back to letting Harry have his lunch..."
"LUNA..." Hermione gasped as the mirror wavered and Luna's image vanished.
A moment later Hermione forgot all about her mortification and almost everything else as Harry tossed the blanket back, nudging open her legs enough for him to lay between them totally.
Her head flopped back against the headboard, as Harry started his ministrations in earnest. Her eyes fluttered almost shut, glowing from within, as a wave of magic shot through her, causing her to shudder in place, squirming under him. She mewed quietly, as he sped up, one hand sliding up under her shirt to cup her breast. She squirmed, moving down the bed until she was almost fully on her back, her head propped just enough to watch the inky head of hair as it bobbed in her lap, in time to the jets of fire shooting down her nerves.
"Harrriieee," she gasped as she felt her stomach tightening, her heart racing as flashes of color danced in her vision. He worked his way to the top, and nibbling lightly on the nubbin he had long since located there. Soft mews slowly became a continuous moan as his tongue flickered. Her hips bucked against him, trying to fight the hand that was holding down her hips.
He smirked against her lower lips and paused for an instant, before he slowly slid his hand down off her hip, and slipped it between her legs, trailing the tips over her thigh before slowly slipping them home. Hermione gasped his name as she crashed, bucking upward against his face as her inner walls clamped around his fingers.
Something shattered in the room as her world went black, her vision fading away. Her thoughts floated for a moment, languidly caressing his mind as she concentrated on the link, her soul residing in his body as much as hers.
Her sight came back slowly, in jumps as if the air she was panting in was bringing it along. She lifted her head and smiled at him softly.
"Am I forgiven?" Harry asked, trailing his fingers up and down her thigh.
Hermione did not answer directly as she sat up and shucked the sweatshirt she had put on earlier, any chill long since gone. She pulled him to his knees and kissed him, tangling her fingers in his hair, as she deepened the kiss. She broke away with a loud gasp, suddenly needing air, before she grabbed his hand and licked his fingers, like a cat with a dish of cream.
She giggled at the hooded expression she found in his eyes, right before they lit from the outside in. How much time do we have before we have to meet Ron and Luna? He pulled her to him, letting his fingers trail along her him, possessively.
Honestly...at least two-three more times, they are always late anyway.
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4:35 pm
Giggling, Harriet danced along the edge of the lake in front of Sirius. She stopped and looked to each side, as if to verify that they were indeed alone, before resuming her dance to music that no one else heard. As they had noted when they walked outside, nearly a half hour earlier, they were still the only ones that had dared the winter weather, but Harriet had said she wanted to go and Sirius had agreed.
He watched as she played in the snow at the edge of the lake, with soft flakes falling slowly from the sky, dusting her ruby hair with white stars. Smiling, he slipped forward, stepping through ankle-deep drifts to stop next to her, and collect her from behind.
She managed to spin around without breaking contact, her laugh dying as she looked up into his face, Sirius having grown several inches since the start of the year. Reaching up she watched as he looked at her nervously. "What's wrong, Sirius? It's too cold for Ecruts," she snuggled closer, burrowing herself inside the warm, furry lining of his winter cloak.
"I ah..." he shrugged and stepped back from her, burying his hands deep in the pockets of his cloak.
She cocked her head, and even though she was still fully human, her ears seemed to flick, as she let her attention focus on him, "What, Sirius, did I forget to look to see if there are Banded Grandlecrofts about again?"
He shook his head, and reached into the pocket of his cloak pulling out a long, flat box the size of a wand box. She looked a question and he shrugged, sheepishly, "I ah...got you something....but it's kinda stupid, really...kinda a dumb idea really-"
Sirius started to slip the unopened box back into his pocket only to be stopped as she darted forward and grabbed his hand. "No, I'm sure that it's...I mean you got it..." she took the box as he handed it over without another word.
Harriet opened it slowly, and gasped quietly, before she looked up to Sirius, "You got this for me?" She slowly closed the box and started to push it back towards him, only to have him push it back at her.
Harriet looked back at him and slowly reopened the box as he took a breath, "I...ah....You're so gorgeous in cat form-not that you aren't just as pretty in human form-I mean, um-"
"Can you put it on?" she asked handing him the box and turning around, holding up her hair, as she looked back over her shoulder at him.
"It's not really meant for you to wear as a human," he broke off as she pouted, just slightly, and he shrugged, stepping forward and pulling an inch-thick, soft, black leather choker from the box. He slipped the box into a pocket and lifted the gem-encrusted collar up over her head and set it about her neck. He held the ends together at the back of her neck and waited as they sealed themselves.
She spun as he let his hands fall away and jumped up, barely giving him time to catch her as she kissed him, tangling her hands into his hair, and wrapping her legs around his waist. He staggered back as she deepened the kiss, gasping into his mouth as it fell open at the touch of her tongue.
Harriet slowly pulled back, gasping faintly as she let him hold her up, trusting him not to let her fall. She leaned her head on his shoulder, not noticing or not thinking it worthy of notice of the faint flow of magic lightening her mass as she snuggled against him. She kissed him once more, quickly, before slowly dropping her legs back to the ground, and pausing a beat while her breathing slowed.
She walked to the nearest tree, and flicked her wand at it. Instantly, a full-length mirror appeared on the tree, and she grinned as she admired the collar in the mirror, her fingers tracing over the alternating emeralds and rubies inset in the band. Rocking back and forth on her feet, she watched as the faint light within the gems shifted, and she looked back over her shoulder as Sirius came up behind her and hugged her.
"I love it," she muttered, "thank you, Sirius." He smiled, suddenly relieved, though her earlier reaction should have more than put away any thought that it was unappreciated. She touched a ruby with her fingers, smiling as she noted it matched her hair, or fur, almost exactly. She cocked her head to the side, considering, and reached in through her cloak and drew her wand from the sheath riding her thigh, "But it's missing something."
Concentrating, her nose scrunching rather cutely, Sirius thought, she muttered some long spell, and pointed her the tip of her wand at her throat. A flash of light, and a small, heart-shaped silver pendant appeared hanging from the collar. She turned and stepped into Sirius, holding it up for his inspection, "Like it?" she asked, almost nervously.
Reaching forward, Sirius' eyes misted as he read the inscription:
Harriet...if found please return to Sirius Potter.
"Yeah, I do, a lot."
"Good," she replied, her eyes shimmering for some reason as well as she took his arm in both of hers, "cause I'm not taking it off." Harriet looked up towards the castle and back to him, as both of their bellies grumbled in unison. "We should probably get something to eat...I kept you from breakfast and lunch," she announced quietly, and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
"Wherever, M'Lady leads," he replied, and started to retrace their half-vanished steps in the snow, headed back to the castle, though at the moment, he could not imagine that it could be possibly as warm as he was right here, in the middle of a snow shower next to a frozen lake in the Highlands of Scotland.
*****************************The Three Broomsticks************************
6:25 pm
Harry kissed his wife on the top of her head and slowly sat next to her, dropping four butterbeer bottles held by their necks on the table in front of her. She took two, handing him one and returning his kiss quickly, and settling comfortably at his side as he slipped his free arm around her waist.
She squirmed slightly, just enough to ensure that his fingers were resting on the skin of her waist and closed her eyes. After a minute or twelve, she looked back up at Luna's near giggling face, as the blonde blinked back at her slowly from her comfortable perch in Ron's lap.
The four of them were squeezed, rather comfortably to be sure, but still squeezed into a ostensibly two person booth in the corner of the crowded Wizarding Pub. As it was still Valentine's Day, the bar was packed, mostly with Hogwarts Couples, and not a few older ones enjoying the warm atmosphere of the pub. Hermione closed her eyes as she let her head fall over to Harry's shoulder, and took a drink without moving.
She opened them as a crash came from somewhere in the main part of the bar and a auburn-haired girl stood from a cozy table for two, and slowly picked up her bright orange drink and poured it over the head of her dinner companion. Hermione vaguely remembered that he played on Hufflepuff's team. The girl grabbed her cloak, and draped it over her shoulders, before heading out the door.
The Hufflepuff player dug in the front pocket of his jeans, tossing several galleons on the table before running after her, forgetting his own winter cloak in his haste.
Hermione looked back to her own table as Ron made a disbelieving noise, "What?" she smiled as Luna stared into her drink.
"Do you suppose that they spike the drinks with Pendelton's Passion Root, this time of year?" Luna asked suddenly, turning slightly on Ron's lap, "I think I'm rather randy."
"Again?" Ron muttered, disbelievingly.
She nodded eagerly, and leaned up to whisper something in Ron's ear. He flushed, and his eyes flicked down, peering down the open V of Luna's top. She nodded again, and reached down in between them to dig in Ron's front jeans pocket.
Her hand emerged a minute later, to Ron's visibly expressed disappointment, with a tube of gloss and she opened it while squirming around to face the other couple adroitly. She applied it, even as she looked up and to the left. She watched as an errant LoveMessenger-a small, vaguely Cupid-shaped contraption that the Hogsmeade Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, a wholly owned subsidiary of Weasleys' Wizard Enterprises, was selling like hotcakes-shot across the ceiling and crashed into a wall.
"I wonder if she's added Calamari on the menu," she stated suddenly, looking back down quickly to a printed card lying before her on the table.
"Luna," Hermione interrupted, causing the blonde to look up from her musings about the culinary fate of cephalopods. Luna cocked her head slightly, and Hermione glanced to the side, before looking back, "What's up, what did you want to talk to us about?"
Luna twisted to replace her gloss in Ron's pocket, "Oh," she replied after a drink of her beer, "I was thinking that white flowers, maybe lilies, would be wonderful for Harriet's bridal bouquet."
Harry spat out a slug of his beer; fortunately back into his bottle, as Luna smiled beatifically.
Hermione reached up to pat his back, working her tongue around the inside of her mouth, "Luna...as far as I know, they aren't even engaged-"
"Oh, I know, but I thought it would be pretty," she took a drink again, "and there is something wrong with Draco."
Harry shared a quick glance with Hermione, "In what way, Luna?" he asked carefully, knowing all the while it could be an infestation of Pyridinians, or something.
Luna's expression hardened, "I finally ran into him yesterday in Hogwarts, alone. I had not been in his presence since I got back, without anyone else there...something is clinging to him. I would say it was a Turbid Ectomorph, but one doesn't normally find them outside of Argentina."
"What do you mean?"
Luna shrugged, "Well the Maroon-Speckled Snapdragons, that are their main diet are only found in the mountains of-"
"I meant Draco," Hermione replied patiently, sharing a quick eye-roll with Harry, which she did not even bother to hide.
"He's not that interesting really," Luna replied airily, "I mean Ginny claims that he shags superbly, but I don't really trust her, at least about that." Frowning, she looked examiningly at Harry, "No, she never shagged Harry, so I doubt she knows...and I know she didn't Ronald-"
"Luna, luv," Hermione interrupted, with a brief pause to elbow Harry in the ribs, "what about Draco."
She shrugged, "His aura seems weaker than it should be, like bits of it are being bled away. I wonder if he has been sniffing potions for too long. Snape used to have the same thing, then he lost his head, and he really didn't have any aura at all." She took a drink and shrugged, "I think I'll just have some of yours, Ronnie."
He nodded and motioned over the barely out-of-Hogwarts girl that Rosmerta had waiting tables and gave his order, roast mutton, along with a pile of potatoes.
She left after taking the Potters' dinner orders, and Hermione waited until she was several steps away, "It's not the Mark is it, Luna?" Hermione shrugged, "Draco still has it, though I can't imagine what would trigger it, even though Bella is still out there it was keyed to Tom."
Luna shook her head forcefully. Slowly all playfulness leeched out of her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder, towards the castle that loomed over the village. "No, Sis," Luna replied flatly, "I could see the Mark on Snape's," she almost spat the name, "arm when I was thirteen, but Dumbledore told me it was nothing...I believed him then. It's not the same."
There you go, next chapter, a calm before a storm.