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Come here, stay with me, stroke me by the hair

Cause I would give anything, anything, to have you as my man

When Hermione woke the next morning, it was just before dawn. She stretched her limbs and relished the soreness in her thighs, remembering the incredible evening she'd shared with Sirius the night before.

Feeling her moving about, Sirius soon woke up as well, wrapping his arms around Hermione and giving her a brief kiss on the lips. "It's so early, let's sleep a few more hours."

Hermione suppressed a giggle, before bringing logic to the situation. "Sirius, the rest of your family won't be up yet. Let's go down to the library and see if we can find the book, so maybe we can actually get back to our proper time."

Although he sighed, Sirius knew it was a good idea, so he stood, and summoned them a pair of robes, after replacing his boxer briefs. Seeing the scrap of white lace of Hermione's knickers, he kicked them under the bed, relishing the idea of Hermione being completely naked under the robe.

With a yawn, Sirius led her down the several flights of stairs to lead her to the library. As soon as they opened the door, Sirius knew that something was different. The library was decorated just like it had been before they had left it. If Hermione wasn't holding his hand, he would have been sure it was all a dream.

Before he could mention it to Hermione, the door burst open, and Harry entered, wand drawn. "Sirius! Hermione, you're back!" Harry exclaimed. The young man looked like he hadn't gotten much sleep in the few days that they were gone.

"How did you know we were here?" Hermione asked Harry curiously.

Distracted, Harry quickly mentioned. "Well, we put a charm on the library, so if anyone entered it, it would set off an alarm." He looked at his best friend with confusion, taking in her appearance, from her sleep tousled hair, to the red love bite on her neck, and the robe that she was wearing. "Hermione, why are you wearing that? Were you attacked?" Then his eyes dipped to where Hermione and Sirius were joined by the hand. "And why are you…holding…hands…" Harry trailed off, before realization dawned on him. "Oh my god! You didn't, did you?"

"Did what?" Hermione asked, trying to seem innocent.

"You and Sirius had sex with each other." Harry practically whispered.

Hermione didn't know if she should be offended for herself or on Sirius's behalf, or for both of their sakes. Just when she was about to tell Harry it was none of his business, Sirius beat her to it. "Oh! That's not all we did! Come on." Sirius told Harry, before dragging Hermione out of the room.

In moments they were standing in front of the family tapestry. Harry had paid someone to repair Sirius's face on the canvas after they'd thought he'd died. Now, his face was connected with one Miss Hermione Granger, although their linkage wasn't as strong as the others. Likely because they were only handfasted, Hermione mused.

Seeing Hermione's silly grin when looking at the tapestry had Harry screaming. "Hermione! How could you do something so irresponsible?" Harry shoved Sirius against the shoulder, causing the pair of them to separate. "And you? You should know better! If you even for a minute manipulated Hermione into doing something she didn't want to do…"

All of the commotion had Ginny and Ron running down the stairs as well. Ron was clearly still half asleep, when he asked, "Oi! What's all the racket?"

"The racket?" Harry seethed. "The racket is that Hermione and Sirius got married!"

That had Ron blustering mad, and so Hermione decided that she needed to take control of the situation. "Everyone, be quiet! Now, let's all move to the parlor to have a little tea, and discuss this like the adults that we are." Hermione didn't wait for anyone, but moved to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

When everyone else was assembled, Hermione brought in the tea, and poured everyone a glass. She could feel Ron's eyes on her and she suddenly wished that she had gotten dressed before deciding to traipse around Grimmauld Place. "Hermione…are you naked under that?" He asked her, in his usual uncouth manner.

"I am not going to answer that question." Hermione said crossly, taking her seat next to Sirius. "Now, Sirius and I didn't get married technically, but we were handfasted for one year and a day. If everything goes well in the following year, we will…go from there." Hermione told them, not looking at Sirius.

"But, Hermione, I know he gave you the ring, but it was just a practical joke. I don't want you to get hurt." Harry told her, looking concerned.

Hermione smiled. "I know that Harry, but we were sent back to 1898, and we met with the original owner of the ring, Ursula Black. It has special charms in it so that it can only be given to someone you love, and it can only be worn if you love the giver back."

Harry looked dumbfounded for a moment, but then the wheels in his head started turning. "So wait, you love Sirius…and Sirius loves you?" He asked, truly surprised.

"Yes, that is true." Sirius answered for them, letting his hand rest on top of Hermione's to give her support and comfort.

"But then, why did you have to get married?" Ron demanded. He was clearly the angriest in the situation.

"Wait a minute…have the two of you been carrying on behind our backs this whole time?" Harry asked the pair, pointedly.

Hermione shook her head no. "No, neither one of us had told the other about our feelings until yesterday, actually. But I know that I love Sirius and so that's why I went along with the handfasting. It's not permanent…not yet anyways."

"We got married, because my paterfamilias demanded it." Sirius told them quietly. "But I am kind of glad he did, because otherwise, I don't think I would have ever been able to tell Hermione how I really feel." Sirius let his love show on his face.

"Wait a minute!" Ginny finally shouted. "Am I the only one that's going to ask how you were sent back a century and then returned a few days later?"

Sirius paused for a moment. "Huh, I guess ol' Phin was right." He said with a smile on his face. "He told me that Grimmauld Place is actually sentient. And that the house must have sent us back. I guess it just gave us a push in the right direction."

"A push?" Harry asked. "More like a push off a cliff! It didn't send you back until you were bound together." Harry took a sigh, before turning to look Hermione in the eyes. "Is this really what you want?"

Hermione just nodded. "I am very excited to see where things go." She told her three closest friends. "You don't mind?" She asked tentatively, almost afraid of their response.

"Of course I don't mind. I mean, it will be a little odd, but, I think I can live with my best friend being happy." Harry told her.

"Ron?" Hermione asked. Her other friend had been really quiet through the whole discussion.

"Well…I don't like it one bit." Ron said, looking at Sirius with mistrustful eyes. "But…I guess, if he makes you happy, Hermione."

Hermione was so happy, she quickly stood and hugged all three of them, before giving them a sly smirk. "Well, now that that's taken care of, I am going to go put some knickers on."

Hermione and Sirius initially took their relationship slowly after the holidays. The announced their intentions to the rest of their friends, and while some people thought it odd – Molly Weasley included – everyone else seemed more than ready to accept the pair. Although no one would have picked the two of them to go together – they were such opposites – but they seemed to fit together wonderfully. The old adage of opposites attracting stood true. Still, no one questioned their love when they saw how hard Sirius could make Hermione laugh or how Sirius's smile would grow soft and true when he watched Hermione playing with Teddy.

At first, they started with dinners once a week, just the two of them, trying to get to know one another better. They mainly stuck to little muggle pubs where they wouldn't be recognized by anyone they knew. Although their friends knew about their handfasting, they weren't ready to reveal it to the entire wizarding world. Sirius quickly learned that Hermione loved mashed potatoes and Hermione quickly learned that Sirius liked good proper ale.

The dates usually ended in a passionate tangle of tongues on the stairs of Grimmauld Place, more often than not caught by a distressed Harry or a smirking Ginny. These dates began happening in more and more frequency, and they began spending nearly every night of the week together. Soon, the dates began ending in passionate tumbles in the sheets, and they quickly learned exactly what the other liked. It was a very pleasurable arrangement for both participants.

By Valentine's Day, Sirius had planned a romantic weekend getaway to Paris. Although he thought it was a little bit cliché, he planned day tours of all the museums – both muggle and magic – that he thought Hermione might enjoy. At night, he planned slow walks along the Seine, holding hands and fabulous private dinners in their hotel room.

By March, Hermione was ready to ask Sirius if she could move into his room with him. Even when they weren't having great sex, she just enjoyed being held in his strong arms.

By May, Hermione and Sirius were ready to go public with their relationship. It was finally time for Harry and Ginny's wedding, and the pair attended together. They spent the whole night dancing in each other's arms, ignoring the curious looks of Weasley relatives unknown. The next day, their relationship earned them a spot on the front page of the Daily Prophet, below the fold.

They began venturing out into the wizarding world together once the cat was out of the bag, and ignoring the questions thrown at them by paparazzi. Of course, there were terrible articles written about them. People thought that Hermione was a tart just looking for a piece of the Black family inheritance or wanting to destroy one of the remaining pureblood families. Sirius was a cradle robber who used his prestige and money to trick Hermione into a relationship. Hermione and Sirius never bothered with the rumors.

By June, they began quietly making arrangements to get married. For real this time.

By August, Walburga agreed to release the sticking spell that kept her portrait on the wall. Apparently seeing her only remaining heir and the scion of the Black Family cavorting around Grimmauld Place with a mudblood for a wife, was just too much of a strain for her aged heart. She'd tried every insult she could think of, but once she realized that Hermione really wasn't going anywhere, she gave up. All the inhabitants of Grimmauld Place were happy with the arrangement.

Their relationship wasn't all perfect, after all. They did have fights every now and again, mostly due to the Hermione's need to be right always, and reluctance to admit when she was wrong, or Sirius's penchant for fast motorbikes and his Black temper.

By Hermione's twentieth birthday, they'd had one of their biggest fights. Sirius had spent a ridiculous amount of galleons on Hermione's birthday present, a set of first edition arithmancy books that were so rare they should be kept in a museum. Hermione didn't even want to think of all the good that amount of galleons could have done, and she accused him of being frivolous and wasteful. Sirius accused her of being uptight and ungrateful, and he was very hurt that his thoughtful gift wasn't well received.

But they couldn't stay mad at each other forever. By the end of the evening they'd already made up and spent the rest of the evening, exploring what kind of naughty sex you could get up to in a library. Honestly, it ended up being a lot hotter than either of them could have ever imagined.

By November, Hermione accepted that she wasn't just late, she was pregnant. It seemed that in their passionate encounter on her birthday, they'd forgotten about the contraception charm. Hermione had been nervous to tell Sirius, tears in her eyes at pushing something like this on him.

Sirius took one look at her face, and pulled her onto his lap, and wrapping his arms around her. When little tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes, he dutifully wiped them from her cheeks. And when she finally told him what it was that was upsetting her so much, he'd given her a wide grin and a shower of kisses all over her face. "I wasn't lying when I said I wanted a family." He told her, unable to wipe the smile from his own face.

He dutifully attended her doctor's appointments with her, exciting to learn about their future child. They were waiting to see what the gender was, but Sirius had good money on it being a boy. He held her hair back when she got sick in the mornings, and always made sure to have the fruits she loved around the house. At night he would rub the palm of his hand over the nearly non-existent bump on Hermione's stomach and whisper all the things he was looking forward to doing with the child.

By December, all of their friends and family assembled into the library at Grimmauld Place. It had worked so beautifully before, Hermione couldn't imagine getting married anywhere else. Even with the slight expansion charms on the room, it was a much tighter fit this time. The room was decorated again in white flowers and green fabric. Harry and Ginny stood as witnesses to the happy couple and Kingsley Shacklebolt – minister of magic – agreed to perform the binding.

Hermione wore a loose fitting white dress that was actually very similar to the one that she'd worn before. She was self conscious about her swelling body, and didn't want anyone to realize that she was pregnant.

But, when she entered the library, she and Sirius locked eyes, and everything else, all the insecurities and people and noise seemed to fade away, until it was only them left. When Kingsley began the soul bounding, Hermione was both surprised and pleased to feel Sirius's magic playfully teasing her's. It was later commented that it was one of the strongest bonds that Kingsley had ever performed.

Afterwards, they enjoyed a large meal, cake and dancing with their friends. Harry and Ron each took her for a turn around the dance floor, telling her how happy they were that she was happy. She even picked Teddy Lupin up and danced around the room with him, the little boy giggling and his hair color flickering between dark brown and aqua blue.

After many hours of well mannered frivolity, as Minerva McGonagall would call it, they had one last stop before they could go and enjoy their honeymoon together. Headmistress McGonagall had given them permission to return to Hogwarts, and after one short Floo trip, they stood in front of the portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black.

"Hello ol' Phin." Sirius told the older man, giving him a cheeky grin.

"Young Sirius and Hermione." The wizard said, his eyes narrowed at the pair.

"We just got married for real." Sirius told the portrait proudly. "You are looking at the newest member of house Black. And…she's a muggleborn."

Phineas Nigellus hissed at the word. "I knew it! I knew it all these years that you weren't who you said you were." His vitriol was mainly aimed at Hermione.

"But you were there in my bag the whole time that we were on the run. You knew I was muggleborn that whole time. Why didn't you say anything?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I had hoped that time had corrected itself. That such an act wasn't possible." Phineas Nigellus scoffed. "After all, would you have believed me if I told you that you would be transported back to 1898 and marry Sirius Black, a man that I believed to be dead."

"No, I don't suppose I would have." Hermione admitted to the portrait and to Sirius.

"In any case, I hoped that if I didn't say anything it wouldn't come true. I thought, perhaps if I said something, it would be the impetus that would send you back to sully my family, you filthy muggle." Phineas Nigellus spat at her.

Hermione wasn't bothered in the least. She just smiled up at the portrait. "Well, I am glad that we got sent back to you. If you hadn't ordered us to get handfasted, then I probably would never have told Sirius how much I love him."

"And I never would have approached Hermione." Sirius added.

"I can't believe you would do this to your family." The portrait finally told Sirius, with an annoyed look on his face.

Sirius just frowned. "You made the ring…so you know that we love each other, otherwise it wouldn't have worked." Sirius said, wrapping his arm around Hermione's shoulders. "Why is it hard to accept that I am with the woman I love, when you had the same thing?"

The portrait didn't respond, but the couple wasn't expecting to get Phineas Nigellus's approval. Hermione sighed. "Well, we are happy together, and that's what's important."

Sirius dropped the hand on Hermione's shoulders and placed it on her waist instead. "Oh, there's just one more thing, Phineas Nigellus. Hermione and I are going to have a baby. It's due Walpurgis Night. A most auspicious occasion don't you think?"

Phineas's eyes widened in surprise, but he still didn't acknowledge the statement. "We have a few names in mind." Hermione said with a smile.

"Yeah, and Phineas is really high up on the boy's list." Sirius told the portrait with a wink.

That certainly got Phineas Nigellus's attention. While he was blustering away about the outrage of such an event, Hermione and Sirius just giggled, before heading towards the floo.

"Well, Mrs. Black – Merlin, I've been waiting a long time to say that – would you like to head to our honeymoon destination?" Sirius asked, slowly guiding her towards the Headmistress's desk where their international portkey was waiting.

Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "Are you finally going to tell me where we are headed?"

Sirius just gave her one of those infuriating smirks. "I guess you will just have to grab on and see where it takes us." He teased.

They both grabbed onto the old top hat, and in an instant, they were transported to a chalet in the Swiss Alps, very exclusive and very private. Once they were all alone, Sirius wasted no time in getting Hermione naked and on the bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. Sure, it was a little cliché, but it didn't stop the newlyweds from enjoying their first real night together as a married couple.

Once he'd kissed her into a tizzy, he guided her down onto the white fur of the bear skin rug, encouraging her to get onto her elbows and knees. With her back arched, showing the curve of her spine, his pretty, young wife was spread out in front of him, he could see every part of her, from the roundness of her arse, to the wet pink of her sex, the slight swell of their child in her womb, and the softness of her breasts.

He could hardly wait to be inside of her. He quickly dropped to his own knees, taking his place behind her, stroking his cock once or twice before lining up behind her, and entering her with a mutual groan. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her towards him, thrusting into her warm heat again and again.

He let his back brush against her back, using one hand to caress her breast, pinching her nipples, to Hermione's delight. Feeling her fluttering and tightening around him, he moved his hand down her body to the little pearl at the top of her sex, rubbing in tight, circular motions, until she was crying out her release. Sirius found he couldn't hold out much longer, and with only a few more thrusts, he was emptying himself into her.

In the afters, he laid down next to her, pulling her body into the curve of his own, loving knowing that she was all his. "I love you Mrs. Black." He whispered into her ear.

Hermione shivered against him, his breath tickling her. "I love you too, Sirius. Now, you wore me out, let me go to sleep." She could practically feel Sirius smirking behind her. He loved it when she bossed him about.

They passed all of January in the chalet together, leaving very rarely, instead content to spend their time together reading or playing in the snow or making love together on every available surface.

By May, their first child, a boy was born. Although Hermione was kind of hoping for a Walpurgis Night baby, she would settle for a mid May child instead. She was certain that her child would grow up to be impressive no matter what day he was born on.

While they did toy with naming the child Phineas, they decided that it brought up too many negative connotations. By the same token, they completely turned their backs on giving their child a star name altogether. Sirius initially wanted to name the boy James, but decided he'd better leave it to Harry, who, now that he was married to Ginny, was very keen on starting a family of his own. In the end, the settled on Sirius's other best friend's name. Remus Harry Black was the apple of his parents' eyes with curly black hair and bright blue eyes.

Hermione often looked at the great emerald ring on her finger. Although it wasn't something that she would have chosen for herself in terms of style - it was a little bit ostentatious - it meant the world to her now. And even though Sirius did not have it specially commissioned for her, she still loved the story of her ring - with all it's twists and turns, practical jokes, time travel, and Black family blood wards - as it was proof that she and Sirius loved each other, much more than a little bit.