A/N: Another short chapter. I wrote this while at work, in between writing and posting stupid ads every 5-10 minutes. Now, I'm off to have a shower and go to bed. I hope you enjoy! Please keep the reviews coming – they are awesome and truly make me want to write more and soon! I make sure to reply to each and every one of them :)
After lunch Molly dragged everyone still present (Bill and Fleur went out to take care of some things, Arthur headed to work, and Remus and Moody went to meet with some people) back into the living room where they were to begin tackling the furniture. It started out badly as Tonks dug into a couch to grab a cushion and was set upon by some hiding doxies. Sirius helped her with the antidote and Molly decided to levitate the cushions as the twins stood at the ready with some doxycide. Hermione and Ginny decided to hold off on the chairs until someone could magic the cushions off for them, and instead began to clear out the junk under the couch cushions while the others removed the seats from the other pieces. The pair pulled faces as they rifles through dead bugs and doxies, bits of crusty old food, bones (from what, they could only imagine), knuts and sickles and some strange foreign coins, as well as other small oddities. After clearing the furniture out, the twins moved the heavy pieces and everyone cleaned out underneath them, finding a new assortment of miscellaneous items. Then everyone grabbed a couple of cushions and marched outside where they were beaten profusely before being magicked the rest of the way clean ("'Scourgify' will only clean them so much," Molly grimly told them). Back inside they finished replacing the cushions and fell onto them, taking a short break. Sirius, who was helping Hermione put the couch back in order, dropped down beside her and they watched as Tonks scrubbed the table in front of them while Molly prepared some tea. He snaked a hand into her hair (under the pretense of picking some errant bits of fuzz and dustbunnies out) and she shivered, trying hard to hide it and wanting to just close her eyes and sink into his touch as he stroked her scalp.
The group relaxed with a quick cup of tea each before cleaning the walls and tables, wiping down pieces of art and scrubbing the caked on dust off of antiques on the various shelves. By the time evening rolled around everyone was dirty and exhausted. Ginny grabbed the shower in the hallway before Hermione could and she sighed, standing in the hallway with her towel and a clean change of clothes, waiting her turn as she heard a plate break, followed by Molly telling Tonks that she really didn't need any help with the dinner and that one of the boys could set the table. Hermione put her free hand to her lips and giggled, but her hand was suddenly pulled away and Sirius replaced it with a soft kiss.
"You can use the shower in Molly and Arthur's room, if you'd like," he offered softly.
"Oh, would you show me exactly where it is?" Hermione replied coyly and Sirius grinned, grabbing her hand and dragging her into the bedroom. She turned to close the door and Sirius pushed her up against it, lifting her hair and kissing the back of her neck as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. She could feel him pressing his hips against her backside, his arousal quickly becoming apparent and she gasped softly, causing him to chuckle. They both eyed the bed and Hermione sighed, pushing away from the door. Sirius also sighed and walked her to the bathroom.
"Got everything you need?" he leaned against the doorframe, his face close to hers.
"Mmm… but not everything I want," she whispered against his lips. The room door opened and Hermione quickly moved back and closed the bathroom door, hitting Sirius on the nose. He backed up and looked over at the door where Arthur stood.
Sirius cleared his throat and hoped his arousal wasn't explicitly noticeable. "I hope you don't mind," he started, gesturing to the bathroom door, "but I told Hermione she could use this shower."
"Oh, not at all," Arthur beamed. "You lot got quite a bit of work done downstairs, from what I saw."
Sirius laughed and walked across the room. His expression sobered as he neared Arthur. "Anything new? At the Ministry?"
"Nothing other than the usual," Arthur sighed. Sirius nodded and walked out into the hallway.
Hermione was a bundle of nerves when she closed the bathroom door. Who had walked in? Had they seen them almost kiss? Did they suspect? Did they know? She sighed and leaned against the door as these thoughts ran through her head. She would have to worry about that later. She draped the towel along the rod and placed her folded clothes on top of the hamper. Stripping off her grimy clothes she dropped them in a pile behind the door for now and climbed into the shower, running the taps and turning the sprayer towards the wall as she waited for the water to heat up. As the warmed water sprayed out she moved the nozzle towards her and relaxed under it, sighing and letting the heat soak into her. As she washed her hair she thought about Sirius playing with it, the way his fingers felt on her scalp, and how it gently pulled when he drew his fingers out of it. She worked in the shampoo imagining it was his hands, and rinsed it through before rubbing conditioner through the tangles. Soaping up the sponge she wondered what it would be like to have him in here, rubbing her down and she moaned softly as she ran it down her body. Realizing she wouldn't get finished anytime soon at this rate she thought about schoolwork and finished cleaning and washing herself.
All the necessary stuff done, she decided to dawdle a bit. She pressed her body against the wall, mimicking the way Sirius had her against the door, and ran her hands down the sides of her body. With another soft moan, she remembered how he felt pressing into her and felt a tingle go through her body as she thought of how aroused she made him. Her. The bookworm. The know-it-all. The girl that everyone thought of as a walking library, and here she was playing as some kind of sex goddess. She giggled as she thought about the muggle fantasy of the sexy librarian, or hot teacher. She moved away from the wall and ran her hands over her firm young breasts and down to the soft nest of curls, stopping there and sighing. She longed to bring herself some relief, but decided she'd been in there long enough and rinsed off once more before turning off the taps and grabbing her towel to dry off. She felt rejuvenated and wondered how long it would last before the tiredness would catch back up to her.
She dressed quickly, put her dirty clothes and towel in the hamper and stepped out, peeking around to see who was in the room. It was thankfully empty, so she quickly crossed it and exited, stopping in her and Ginny's room before joining the others in the kitchen.
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