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Chapter 14

"So where do you want to get married?" Sirius asked, twirling a strand of her honey colored hair through his fingers.

"I don't know," Hermione said, looking up from her book. "No idea, really."

Sirius nodded. "Have you thought about it at all?"

Hermione shifted uncomfortably. "Not really…"

"Is there a reason you've been putting it off?" Sirius questioned, keeping the hurt from his voice. The two of them had been engaged for two months now. They had settled into their lives together, going to work during the day and then spending their evenings together. But Hermione never made any mention of their marriage.

"I'm sorry, Sirius," Hermione whispered, turning around to face him. "I just feel so lost. Things are going so good right now for the both of us; I don't want to risk ruining this."

"Ruining this? Hermione, love, nothing will change." He gently cupped her face.

"Of course things will change. Everything will change."

Sirius pressed a kiss to her lips. "No, nothing will change, love. Our name will be the same, but nothing else will change, I can promise you that."

"Really?" Hermione asked. She frowned. "I don't know why, but I just feel like it would ruin things."

He was quiet for a moment. "Do you not want to get married then?" he asked. He wanted to understand her feelings. If she didn't want to marry, he didn't want to force her into it. He would be content to stay with her for the rest of his life, with or without it being official.

"Of course I do!" Hermione protested. "I'm sorry I'm being so silly about this, Sirius, but I do want to marry you. I want to be your wife."

"We can wait until you're ready," Sirius said. "I don't want you to feel pressured, love."

"You're not pressuring me. I'm being silly about this whole thing. I want to marry you, I do."

"If you're sure."

Hermione leaned forward and kissed him. Tangling her hands into his hair, she deepened the kiss. Eventually, the two of them broke apart. They were each breathing heavily.

"I want to marry you, Sirius. I love you."

He grinned. "All right. I love you, too."

Hermione leaned forward, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Why don't we get married at my parents' house? They have a nice garden in the backyard."

"That sounds nice," Sirius replied. "A nice garden wedding… flowers in your hair."

Hermione smirked. "That does sound nice. In the spring then? April?"

"Right before Eridanus' second birthday? If that sounds okay with you," Sirius said. He tightened his hold on her. "Whatever you want, love."

"Yes, that works. It's July now so that gives us nine months to plan."

"Is that… er… doable?" Sirius questioned. Truth be told he had no idea how long it took to plan a wedding.

"That's plenty of time," Hermione assured him. "Besides, I'm sure Mum and Molly will do most of the planning anyways."

"All right." Sirius kissed her.

"I'll ask Mum about using the backyard tomorrow when I take Eridanus over for playtime."

Sirius nodded. "Now, Eridanus is in bed, so why don't we have a little fun?" He bent down, kissing her neck.

Hermione laughed, trying to push him off. "Sirius, we're in your study. Anyone could come in."

Pulling his wand out of his pocket, he locked the door and placed a silencing charm on the room. "There," Sirius said, grinning at her. "No one will disturb us."

Hermione looked at him hungrily. "It's been so long since we've done anything," she whispered, reaching for his shirt. She quickly started to undo his buttons.

It was true. The two of them really hadn't had the time to be intimate with each other. They were both working so much and Eridanus was demanding so much attention from them both. Moments alone were rare.

Hermione finished undoing his shirt before she slid it off. She eagerly ran her hands down his chest, mentally groaning at the tightness of his muscles. "You've been working out," she commented, silently thanking the Auror gods for making training mandatory.

Sirius deep chuckle filled her ears. "Yes, my stamina has improved quite a bit."

She blushed at his words. "You better show me, Sirius. I'm not quite sure I believe you," she taunted, batting her lashes at him.

He gently pushed her back so she was now lying on the couch. "Don't worry, my sweet witch, I plan on showing you all night long."

Hermione shivered in anticipation. "Less talk, more show."

"With pleasure," he replied, grabbing the edge of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. He quickly reached behind her and undid her bra. He peeled the lacy material away, revealing her plump breasts. Cupping them in his hands, he gently squeezed them.

Hermione sighed beneath him. She reached down and started to undo the buckle on his pants. She started to fumble a bit in her hastiness.

Sirius, wishing to feel her naked body beneath his already, grabbed his wand and vanished their clothing.

Hermione let out a small gasp as the cool air hit her body. Before she could say anything, however, Sirius claimed her lips in a hungry kiss. She whimpered softly as she began to feel light headed from the kiss. Every kiss, every touch from him was wonderful. It all felt so wonderful.

As Sirius continued to kiss her, his thumbs brushed her nipples. He repeated the motion, causing her nipples to harden into points.

Hermione moaned at the sensation. Heat pooled between her legs and she felt her desire spike. "Sirius," she panted, breaking away from him. She moved to his neck, kissing the sensitive skin there.

He growled, pulling away from her eager lips. He dropped kisses on her collarbone, moving down towards her chest. All the while, his fingers moved lower towards her sex.

She arched her hips, wanting him to touch her. His hand trailed along her thighs, up and down, slowly tantalizing her.

"Sirius, please," she cried. "Stop teasing me."

He nipped at her neck. "I like to hear you beg," he moaned. He continued to tease her, his fingers going near her cunt, but not quite touching it.

"Sirius!" Hermione cried out in frustration. "Touch me!"

He grinned, finally giving in. He gently slid his index finger into her warmth. Hermione threw her head back and moaned as he began to thrust his hand.

"More please," she begged, panting heavily.

He slowly added a second finger and then a third. He pumped in and out, her wet juices quickly coating his fingers. He turned his hand so his thumb could brush her numb.

Hermione captured his lips in a kiss as he continued his ministrations. She felt her insides coiling with every thrust of his hand.

"Please, Sirius, I want you inside of me when I come."

He kissed her. Pulling away, he stared into her brown eyes. "You're so beautiful, Hermione."

She blushed at his words. "Sirius," she moaned. "Please."

Sirius spread her legs, gently sliding into her. He paused for a moment, trying to collect himself. When Hermione pushed her hips upward, Sirius took that as a sign to move. He began to thrust into her, slowly at first before increasing his speed.

Hermione moaned. "Oh, Sirius."

He closed his eyes, pleasure washing over him. She was so hot and tight. He thrust again and again, moving his hips against hers. Hermione arched her back in pleasure, her head rolling back.

Sirius' hand reached down began them and gently began to circle her nub. Hermione moaned, encouraging his movements. He thrust and thrust until Hermione came with a shout. Her cries of pleasure were enough to send him over the edge as well. Her walls tightened around him, milking him dry.

Panting, he looked down into her brown eyes. Hermione had a content appearance on her face as her chest heaved with every breath.

"I love you," Sirius said.

Hermione grinned. "I love you, too."