The morning after Sirius was surprised to find that he woke first. Normally Hermione was up with the sun. Looking down at her resting so peacefully against him took his breath away. Her hair was a tangled mess, her breath was horrible from not brushing the night before, and she snored just a little bit. Still she looked so beautiful.

He wiggled out from under her and brought himself level with her. Leaning forward he kissed her forehead. He put his hand on her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose. Hermione moaned lightly and wriggled in the sheets. Sirius didn't stop and moved on to kiss her now closed mouth. Hermione started moving her lips against his sleepily. Sirius knew when she was truly woken up because she smiled against his lips.

"Good morning love."

"Good morning." Her hand shot up in front of her face. "Merlin, is that me? I forgot to brush my teeth last night."

"Yes, we did. Bit busy if I remember correctly."

"I don't think I could ever forget."

She smiled at him. He could see affection in her eyes, then same as when she kissed his tattoos the night before. She wasn't saying anything about feelings but he was pretty sure he knew just what she felt. Everything had been happening so fast he didn't know what he was feeling anymore. So when in doubt, be the clown.

"All in a days work."

"Oh, ha ha. I'm going to make breakfast."

She got up and took his shirt again.

"I'm not going to have any of those left at the rate you're going."

"Oh you'll get them back after I do the washing, hush up. Now," she looked up as she buttoned, "if you want to ask me out again may I suggest a little more subtlety. I love flowers as much as the next girl but I don't think I can find any more room for more."

She pulled her knickers on.

"I'll keep that in mind." He got comfortable while watching her bend over to collect all of her clothing.

"I'll see you downstairs in a bit."

She gave him one more smile and left the room.

Sirius rubbed his face and sighed. What was happening? He didn't do this. Waking up with a bird in his bed, more than one night with said bird. Plans for more outings! This was all so new and slightly scary. He liked it though. Just like Remus had said, his life needed what she had. He was good for her too. She needed the spontaneity and he needed somebody to be spontaneous for, maybe reign him in a little. She was logic and planning, he was devil may care and whimsy. She was sexy and he was sex. They were perfect for each other.


He dangled the key just inside the library door. If this wasn't subtle he didn't know what was.

Hermione looked up and smiled when she saw him standing in the door way.

"Can I help you?"

"Would you like to go out with me?"

"Five dates, five nights in a row. I'll never get anything done again, will I?"

"Not if I can help it. Now go to your room and put on more of those naughty knickers you bought for me."

"I didn't buy them for you."

"Keep telling yourself that. Wear jeans and a jacket and meet me downstairs."

He left the door to fetch his own jacket and wait for her by the front door.

Hermione came down dressed in comfortable muggle clothes. She was wearing jeans as he instructed. Also a pair of trainers, a t-shirt and a thin jacket.

"That will never do. Here."

Sirius pulled out a new women's leather jacket.

"I've spent all day beating it up and making it comfortable."

Hermione laughed.

"You shouldn't have."

"Well, you didn't want flowers and you will obviously need something more than that for a bike ride, so there you go."

He helped her slip it on and turned her around to zip her up.

"A bike ride?"

"Yes. Why? Are you one of those 'you'll kill yourself of that deathtrap' types?"

"No, you can risk your life all you want, I just don't go on them."

"Ah, but you see, this one is magical. No falling off, cushioning if we fall over of run in to something, the works."

Hermione looked skeptical but gave in.


Sirius started their ride slow and easy. Once they were outside of London he really let it go. Hermione screamed and hid her face in his back as he sped down side roads. Eventually she was brave enough to look over his shoulder.

It was getting dark when she suggested they turn around.

"It's getting late. If we don't turn back now we'll be eating at midnight."

"She flies so we'll get back much faster. And she's got a port key built in for the back yard if we don't want to ride back."

He pulled the bike over and got off.

"Where are we?"

"Dunno, but I'm hot. Fancy a swim?"

He jerked his head to indicate the pond that wasn't far off from the road. Hermione got off and put her helmet and jacket down on the seat.


She boldly began walking to the pond, stripping her clothes as she went. Sirius was going to suggest they get down to underwear but when she took off her bra his eyes went huge.

He stumbled toward the lake, ripping off his own clothes. Hermione went under the water and came back out looking like some water goddess, smoothing her hair back. Sirius stared wide eyed.

"Aren't you coming in? I'm cold now and could use some warming." She bit her lip and beckoned him with a crook of her finger.

Sirius let out a short hysterical laugh.


He loved this women.

Sweet Merlin, he was in love.

And it only took five dates.

He couldn't wait to tell Moony. He couldn't wait to tell everyone and anyone that would listen. He couldn't wait to tell her! Well, maybe later. There were certain other things he wanted to do right now. He jumped in the water and joined her in the middle. He held her close and kissed her.

"I love you." he blurted.

Well, so much for waiting. He couldn't help himself, he really couldn't.

"I love you too." She said softly back.

He kissed her again and held her as tight to him as her wet body would allow.

Now standing up sex in the middle of a pond is not as sexy or as easy as it sounds. After a few tries they decided just to go home. Sirius didn't even let her think of getting redressed. He activated the portkey on the bike and they landed, naked, in the back yard.

"You better hope Harry isn't home."

"Who cares."

He hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her in to the house, up the stairs and to his room.

"My room is getting awfully lonely."

"It's a closet now. You are never leaving my bed again."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes, I think it is."

The sex tonight wasn't the frantic coupling of their third date, it wasn't the slow love making of their fourth date. It was something new altogether. It was the coming together of lovers who knew each other but still reveled in the feel of the others touch. There was kissing, licking, touching, moving around on the bed and eventually a mutual completion.

Lying next to each other Sirius stroked Hermione's hip while she ran a fingertip over his tattoos. They were in a comfortable silence but couldn't fall asleep.

"I've never skinny dipped before."

"Could have fooled me."

"It was liberating. I find myself doing many a new thing with you."

"Me too. I've never told anyone I love them before."

"Neither have I."

"I've never had the same woman in my bed this many times."

"I don't normally sleep with people on the third date."

"Lucky me." He pulled her up to the pillows and turned to face her. She cuddled up against him while he leaned his head on his hand. "I've never felt like this for a woman before."

"Lucky me." She smirked at him.

"No, that would be lucky me again. Remus said something to me yesterday that really sunk into my brain and I can't get it out. He said that he wanted to see me in love and settling down, like him and everyone. You're the first person I've ever actually thought past shagging about. You already live in my house. We had three dates before I even noticed. Things are so easy with you."

"I know what you mean. I've fancied you for so long that when you asked me out I just kind of fell into it. It was half over before I even realized what was happening. We weren't just friends living in the same house."

"Exactly. And now I tell you I love you, and you tell me the same. It happened so fast and I barely fought against it. I railed against real intimacy for years but with you it's so easy."

"Yes, it is." She leaned up and kissed him.

"I've also been warned about my intentions toward you."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. Harry and Remus both. And from what I hear you have many a man behind you waiting to hurt me should I hurt you."

"And do you plan to hurt me?"

"Of course not. I plan to keep you for as long as possible."

"That's quite a promise."

"Yes, it is."

Hermione looked him in the eye. He was looking for her to see what he meant without him having to say it. It wasn't the time ask yet, but he knew he would some day.

"Marry me."

Well, he is spontaneous.

"What?" she asked breathlessly.

"Marry me. We're perfect for each other and I'll never want anther woman like I want you."

"You can't just ask me like that."

Hermione sat up in the bed and held the sheet to her chest. Sirius got up and sat in front of her.

"I can, and I did. We can go in the morning. Come on Hermione, you can't tell me you don't want to. We practically are already."

"We've had five dates Sirius. That's not even properly together. And we can't just go tomorrow, we have to plan this sort of thing."

"You will marry me then?"

She sat there stunned, mouth open with no response that her brain could get past her lips. Finally she spoke.

"We'll fight all the time."

"What's new?" He laughed.

"I'm terribly dull."

"I'm not."

"I'm married to my work."

"I think I've proven that I can get you away from that."

"I don't like toffee."

"I don't ca- wait, who doesn't like toffee? Never mind, doesn't matter. You're being ridiculous now."

"There's so much we don't know about each other. That's my point. We can't just get married."

"I'm a forty something wrongly accused ex-convict. I'm a bit of a sex addict, have no job but a lot of family money. I ride a motorcycle, drink occasionally, smoke cigars occasionally too. You know me more than you think."

"I do don't I?"

"Is that a yes then?"

She paused.

"Yes." She squeaked out.


She beamed and nodded. Sirius whooped and pulled her close to him. She clung to him, laughing and crying.

"We're getting married."

"We're getting married in the morning!" He proclaimed. He had convinced her and he wasn't going to give her time to back out.

"Oh sweet Circe, I'm getting married in the morning."

"Yes, you are. Now come here and make this the best, last fifth date you'll ever have."

They both laughed and fell back in to the bed.

The end.

A/N: Sorry, I can't seem to write anything without putting a bow on it. Thanks for reading!