Necessary of the Order - Ch.3
Title: Necessary of the Order
Author: serade_black
Pairings: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG, now...NC17 later
AN: None..other than I don't own anything HP. After OOTP.
Summary: Marriage Law fic with Sirius/Hermione and their "coming to be".
Two days had passed since the decision was made that Sirius and Hermione would marry. Some biting, some yelling, some scratching and some howling all came into play over this traumatic ordeal - and that was just Sirius in his animagus form.
The way Sirius had acted was that he was lashing it out on Hermione, it was idiotic officials they now seemed to have in control over at the Ministry. It was that they had to be told what to do, how they were going to do it and who they were going to do it to. Unfortunately, since this new law was passed and the hour of midnight was approaching, Hermione was only a free woman for a limited time, as was Sirius. After that, Hermione was more or less a “marked” woman. She was extremely valuable, knowing the secrets she kept for the Order, as well as being born from two muggles, she was the only one in the Order that it applied to.
Until then, she had no other choice in order to remain safe and with her friends. She had to marry Sirius.
“Excuse me?”
Sirius rolled his eyes that he was going to have to say it again. He, Hermione, and Remus sat in a tiny square cubical on the fourth floor of the Ministry with someone who was governing the rules of the new law. When Sirius explained to him that it was he, who pledged to marry Hermione Granger, the short little fat man behind the desk nearly choked.
“But, you can’t marry her. Sirius, you’re a Black. If your mother was alive today-“ the little man tried to interject.
“My mother is dead and has been for quite sometime. Now, if you don’t mind,” his tone of voice seemed exhausted and impatient. He didn’t want to do this, but after much convincing from Harry and Remus, he knew there was no other choice. He had to give in.
“But, Sirius-“
“It’s Mr. Black, if you don’t mind.” He corrected, leaning back in his chair next to his fiancé.
Hermione sat straight and tense, her back a perfect flat board, compared to Sirius’s laid back relaxed attitude. Something in her stomach started to churn as she just pictured herself sitting there as if she was an inanimate object to be obtained. She remained quiet for the most part, afraid that someone in the office might recognize her voice, be an expert at Occlumency and figure them out. The very idea sickened her as she was told how “valuable a piece” she was, being that she graduated top in her class, was young enough to birth several magical children and extremely close to Harry Potter.
“You talk of my fiancé’ like she’s not here. I’d like it if you would address her as witch and not like a prize. Your very tone sickens me.” Sirius added, looking over at Hermione who remained stiff and nauseous. He watched how her hands were perfectly folded in her lap, her ankles crossed and her foot fidgeting.
He couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl, with the state she had put herself in. True, the two didn’t exactly get along that great in the past and they often bumped heads, but she was his godson’s best friend and it meant the world to all of them that she would remain safe. Sirius had to look at it like a duty, rather than a chore. He was finally able to stick his neck out for the Order and this was something only he could do. His duty was to swear to protect her, at all costs. He was in no way thrilled at the idea that he was going to have to be celibate for the next unnumbered years, but it wasn’t like he was going to be lonely, either. From now on, he was always going to have someone with him, someone else that loved Harry as much as him and knew the true meaning of friendship.
Hermione Granger was going to be his partner in this, and for the next several months or years he was going to have to just deal with it and keep her safe.
As she kept her back painfully straight, he noticed that she had taken to chewing on her lower lip from nerves. Something in Sirius started to pull and he unconsciously reached over to lay his hand over hers that were perfectly folded in her lap. Hermione glanced over at him and for the first time, saw a sincere and friendly face looking back at her. Though he remained tough, a strong poker face for the Ministry representative, he still seemed to allow a small trickle of kindness slip through and only, for whatever reason, Hermione saw it.
For a moment, Hermione forgot where she was, or shall we say why she was. She forgot that she was sitting in the Ministry’s head offices and forgot that she was trying so hard at being convincing for any sets of eyes that might have been on them. She, instead, watched Sirius. She caught a slight hint of a grin begin to lift at the corner of his mouth, which brought out a small in her that she had tried so hard to keep contained. Once he saw her shoulders begin to relax, he couldn’t help but give her a wink, assuring her that they were going to get through this.
“Sorry, Mr. Black.” The rep corrected, fixing his suit jacket. “It just seems to be a bit sudden, wouldn’t you say?”
The short, balding little man watched the two, hoping that they were lying. The secret memo had gotten out over the office that if anyone found Hermione Granger and handed her over to a Death Eater, they would be handsomely rewarded. She was a valuable pawn in this war and even the most selfish wizard was willing to obtain her. The second the law was proposed, several licenses were requested, but with no signature from Miss Granger. It was only now, when the short balding man was teased with the cheese, that the said muggleborn witch would walk into his cubicle and with another pureblood, honestly request a marriage license.
The little man felt his palms beginning to sweat, as if he had just retained something so valuable, all the galleons in the world might have been his. Instead, he feared the worst. She was not here as a free woman, she was here with the infamous Sirius Black. Allowing her to be married off to him would, indeed, weigh quite heavy on the Ministry reps that wanted her for others and the little short man was going to be the one responsible. From that moment on, he didn’t want anything to do with the case, but unfortunately, it seemed that several other reps had taken their lunches, leaving him in the office, virtually alone.
“No, not sudden at all.” Sirius lied, suddenly finding it difficult to take his eyes off of her. He couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was when she was unsure about something. It was the innocent look on her face he couldn’t help but grin about, as the darker thoughts of Sirius Black started to invade his imagination.
“Are you saying that you’ve been courting Miss Granger, since before she turned of age?” the man inquired, watching the way the “couple” looked at each other. He hoped that maybe this would get him and with a simple phone call, he would call the authorities that what they had done was morally wrong.
“No, I’m not saying that.” He answered, finally tearing his eyes away from her and setting them on the Ministry rep.
“We fell in love right about the time he returned from the Veil.” Hermione finally spoke and turned her attention to the little man. “I was well over seventeen then, so it wasn’t wrong. I guess we just got caught up in the excitement.”
“Miss Granger, are you prepared to become the wife of the most notorious Azkaban convict?” the man probed, hoping that his relationship wasn’t legit.
“He’s not a convict, so stop looking at him, like he is!” her raised voice filled the room, causing a few people to look over their cubicles at them.
The man started to fidget as three sets of eyes were on him, not to mention the many sets looking at the back of his head that worked in his office. He was doing what he could to call them on this, hoping to stall them as long as he could. They seemed like such an unlikely couple; she sat up straight and perfect, her chin raised and her hands politely folded in her lap, whereas Sirius shrunk in his chair, his legs open and his hair unkempt in that “I just got off my broom” look.
“Apologies, apologies, Miss Granger.” His hands fumbled about the desk, searching for his pen. He thought of maybe stalling, hoping that another rep might walk by and asses the situation, but to no avail.
The man finally began the paperwork, dictating their story and asking questions as he went along. Knowing how valuable Hermione Granger was, his hand shook as he began filling out every line, carefully crafting his questions so that maybe something might leak out. Instead, they seemed to be honest and we rehearsed and before he knew it, he was left with asking remedial questions for them.
“Miss Granger, how old are you?” he asked, filling out her name in the space provided.
“Eighteen.” She answered, glancing over to Sirius for those calming eyes.
“Mr. Black?”
“Thirty-nine.” He answered, giving Hermione a light smile and squeezing her hand gently.
The little man continued to write on, finally taking his wand out of this pocket to enchant the quill to start dictating what he was going to explain to them. He sat back in his chair and observed Hermione and Sirius. With Remus watching the little fat man, he had missed all that had transpired between the two as he was too concerned with how shady the little man was being and waited for another snide remark to fly out in their direction.
“Upon your union, there will be several inspections to see that this pureblood and muggleborn marriage is legit. We will be making appointments with you, by owl when it would be a good time to visit you at your home.”
“What?” the three replied, in nearly perfect unison.
There was no way the Ministry was going to be allowed to number twelve Grimmauld Place. The place was only allowed for Order members, no one else. The place was unplottable and therefore, would never be found anyway.
“We’ll need to inspect your living quarters. With these new rules, we have to make sure that marriages, such as this one, are legit. Where is it you’ll be living?” the little man asked, hoping that there wasn’t going to be an answer for this, hence bringing an end to the charade they’d led so far.
Sirius looked at Hermione and then to Remus. He had a nervous look enough to give the whole game up, but Hermione prevailed, “We don’t know, yet. We’re currently flat hunting right now.”
Damn, so close.
“Alright, fine,” the little man answered with an exhausted tone. “And how soon are you planning on having children?”
Hermione’s eyes widened, absolutely unprepared for that direct question. The very idea that she and Sirius would be-
“Right away.” Sirius answered, turning his attention back to the fat little man. He raised an eyebrow, hoping to really jab it to the man that had, so far, given them a difficult time. Now it was his turn to talk his talk, live up to his charming legend, and hopefully, make the man so uncomfortable, he’ll be happy to get them out of the office.
The rep didn’t look up, but his little eyes started to peer over his half moon glasses at the couple. He watched Hermione, who wasn’t the type to discuss anything of that matter with anyone public sitting next to Mr. Exhibitionist.
“We’re actually, already trying. I know it’s not particularly right to discuss this matter, but just let it be known that we’re shagging like rabbits.” Sirius smiled, his eyes darkening in a most sinister manner.
Hermione, on the other hand, started to shift in her seat, trying to avoid the matter of talk and stay on the point, “Sirius, darling, I think he gets the point.”
Sirius could see the man fidget in his seat with uncertainty. Mr. Black came across quite abrupt with their personal life, had this been true and it appeared that he was quite passionate over particular details regarding his skills.
“-Sometimes four times a day.” He rambled on, as if telling an elaborate tale of adventure and excitement.
Hermione glanced over at Remus, who had quietly found the whole situation quite humorous and hid his mouth behind his hand to stifle the chuckles. Sirius had never ceased to amaze and this was just another rare moment for them.
“Sirius, really, I don’t think the man wants to hear it all.” She sweetly interjected, placing a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in closer to whisper for him to shut up.
Sirius paused and watched how the man was getting quite uncomfortable with his lewd talk that he saw how grateful he was of Hermione stepping in and calming him down. With a satisfied smirk on his face that they had, indeed, been convincing, he leaned back in his seat, stretched out and crossed one ankle over the other.
The license for the two was finally granted, practically prying the fat man’s chubby fingers off the piece of parchment when Hermione reached for it. There, in front of him, was his bonus, being whisked away by Harry Potter’s godfather. It was too sad to even mention, but as soon as the paperwork fell on his supervisor’s desk, there would be hell to pay. The word was that she had many suitors willing to take her hand, but it was too late.
The three were just rising to street level in the tiny phone elevator, as Hermione read over the license once again, reading all the fine print of the binding magical contract that she was about to sign. The extra papers attached to it explained the appointments at their residence, allotted time for their engagement after license was granted, and finally, the sole reason for the pureblood/muggleborn marriage, when they were planning on having children.
When they stepped out of the phone booth, Sirius holding the door open for the young girl, she asked, “How will they know we aren’t trying for children?”
Remus smiled at his childhood friend, giving him a nod for his performance back there and answered, “They won’t. Unless they’re going to stand by your bedroom, which I doubt, so you shouldn’t worry about.”
“So, how long does it say before we tie the knot?” Sirius asked, taking his muggle sunglasses from his inner leather jacket pocket.
Hermione scanned the Engagement line carefully, stopping on the sidewalk to read it, “We have one week.”
Sirius howled with excitement that he could be stupid for one whole week. He excused himself properly and apparated away to goodness knows where. Left standing there on the sidewalk was Hermione with a painful look on her face as she stared at the spot her fiancé had been standing, glancing over to Remus.
Remus smiled, comforting her from her thoughts, “It’ll be okay, Hermione. It’s not forever.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head, “I hope not. He’s a handful.”
Author: serade_black
Pairings: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG, now...NC17 later
AN: None..other than I don't own anything HP. After OOTP.
Summary: Marriage Law fic with Sirius/Hermione and their "coming to be".
Two days had passed since the decision was made that Sirius and Hermione would marry. Some biting, some yelling, some scratching and some howling all came into play over this traumatic ordeal - and that was just Sirius in his animagus form.
The way Sirius had acted was that he was lashing it out on Hermione, it was idiotic officials they now seemed to have in control over at the Ministry. It was that they had to be told what to do, how they were going to do it and who they were going to do it to. Unfortunately, since this new law was passed and the hour of midnight was approaching, Hermione was only a free woman for a limited time, as was Sirius. After that, Hermione was more or less a “marked” woman. She was extremely valuable, knowing the secrets she kept for the Order, as well as being born from two muggles, she was the only one in the Order that it applied to.
Until then, she had no other choice in order to remain safe and with her friends. She had to marry Sirius.
“Excuse me?”
Sirius rolled his eyes that he was going to have to say it again. He, Hermione, and Remus sat in a tiny square cubical on the fourth floor of the Ministry with someone who was governing the rules of the new law. When Sirius explained to him that it was he, who pledged to marry Hermione Granger, the short little fat man behind the desk nearly choked.
“But, you can’t marry her. Sirius, you’re a Black. If your mother was alive today-“ the little man tried to interject.
“My mother is dead and has been for quite sometime. Now, if you don’t mind,” his tone of voice seemed exhausted and impatient. He didn’t want to do this, but after much convincing from Harry and Remus, he knew there was no other choice. He had to give in.
“But, Sirius-“
“It’s Mr. Black, if you don’t mind.” He corrected, leaning back in his chair next to his fiancé.
Hermione sat straight and tense, her back a perfect flat board, compared to Sirius’s laid back relaxed attitude. Something in her stomach started to churn as she just pictured herself sitting there as if she was an inanimate object to be obtained. She remained quiet for the most part, afraid that someone in the office might recognize her voice, be an expert at Occlumency and figure them out. The very idea sickened her as she was told how “valuable a piece” she was, being that she graduated top in her class, was young enough to birth several magical children and extremely close to Harry Potter.
“You talk of my fiancé’ like she’s not here. I’d like it if you would address her as witch and not like a prize. Your very tone sickens me.” Sirius added, looking over at Hermione who remained stiff and nauseous. He watched how her hands were perfectly folded in her lap, her ankles crossed and her foot fidgeting.
He couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl, with the state she had put herself in. True, the two didn’t exactly get along that great in the past and they often bumped heads, but she was his godson’s best friend and it meant the world to all of them that she would remain safe. Sirius had to look at it like a duty, rather than a chore. He was finally able to stick his neck out for the Order and this was something only he could do. His duty was to swear to protect her, at all costs. He was in no way thrilled at the idea that he was going to have to be celibate for the next unnumbered years, but it wasn’t like he was going to be lonely, either. From now on, he was always going to have someone with him, someone else that loved Harry as much as him and knew the true meaning of friendship.
Hermione Granger was going to be his partner in this, and for the next several months or years he was going to have to just deal with it and keep her safe.
As she kept her back painfully straight, he noticed that she had taken to chewing on her lower lip from nerves. Something in Sirius started to pull and he unconsciously reached over to lay his hand over hers that were perfectly folded in her lap. Hermione glanced over at him and for the first time, saw a sincere and friendly face looking back at her. Though he remained tough, a strong poker face for the Ministry representative, he still seemed to allow a small trickle of kindness slip through and only, for whatever reason, Hermione saw it.
For a moment, Hermione forgot where she was, or shall we say why she was. She forgot that she was sitting in the Ministry’s head offices and forgot that she was trying so hard at being convincing for any sets of eyes that might have been on them. She, instead, watched Sirius. She caught a slight hint of a grin begin to lift at the corner of his mouth, which brought out a small in her that she had tried so hard to keep contained. Once he saw her shoulders begin to relax, he couldn’t help but give her a wink, assuring her that they were going to get through this.
“Sorry, Mr. Black.” The rep corrected, fixing his suit jacket. “It just seems to be a bit sudden, wouldn’t you say?”
The short, balding little man watched the two, hoping that they were lying. The secret memo had gotten out over the office that if anyone found Hermione Granger and handed her over to a Death Eater, they would be handsomely rewarded. She was a valuable pawn in this war and even the most selfish wizard was willing to obtain her. The second the law was proposed, several licenses were requested, but with no signature from Miss Granger. It was only now, when the short balding man was teased with the cheese, that the said muggleborn witch would walk into his cubicle and with another pureblood, honestly request a marriage license.
The little man felt his palms beginning to sweat, as if he had just retained something so valuable, all the galleons in the world might have been his. Instead, he feared the worst. She was not here as a free woman, she was here with the infamous Sirius Black. Allowing her to be married off to him would, indeed, weigh quite heavy on the Ministry reps that wanted her for others and the little short man was going to be the one responsible. From that moment on, he didn’t want anything to do with the case, but unfortunately, it seemed that several other reps had taken their lunches, leaving him in the office, virtually alone.
“No, not sudden at all.” Sirius lied, suddenly finding it difficult to take his eyes off of her. He couldn’t help but admire how pretty she was when she was unsure about something. It was the innocent look on her face he couldn’t help but grin about, as the darker thoughts of Sirius Black started to invade his imagination.
“Are you saying that you’ve been courting Miss Granger, since before she turned of age?” the man inquired, watching the way the “couple” looked at each other. He hoped that maybe this would get him and with a simple phone call, he would call the authorities that what they had done was morally wrong.
“No, I’m not saying that.” He answered, finally tearing his eyes away from her and setting them on the Ministry rep.
“We fell in love right about the time he returned from the Veil.” Hermione finally spoke and turned her attention to the little man. “I was well over seventeen then, so it wasn’t wrong. I guess we just got caught up in the excitement.”
“Miss Granger, are you prepared to become the wife of the most notorious Azkaban convict?” the man probed, hoping that his relationship wasn’t legit.
“He’s not a convict, so stop looking at him, like he is!” her raised voice filled the room, causing a few people to look over their cubicles at them.
The man started to fidget as three sets of eyes were on him, not to mention the many sets looking at the back of his head that worked in his office. He was doing what he could to call them on this, hoping to stall them as long as he could. They seemed like such an unlikely couple; she sat up straight and perfect, her chin raised and her hands politely folded in her lap, whereas Sirius shrunk in his chair, his legs open and his hair unkempt in that “I just got off my broom” look.
“Apologies, apologies, Miss Granger.” His hands fumbled about the desk, searching for his pen. He thought of maybe stalling, hoping that another rep might walk by and asses the situation, but to no avail.
The man finally began the paperwork, dictating their story and asking questions as he went along. Knowing how valuable Hermione Granger was, his hand shook as he began filling out every line, carefully crafting his questions so that maybe something might leak out. Instead, they seemed to be honest and we rehearsed and before he knew it, he was left with asking remedial questions for them.
“Miss Granger, how old are you?” he asked, filling out her name in the space provided.
“Eighteen.” She answered, glancing over to Sirius for those calming eyes.
“Mr. Black?”
“Thirty-nine.” He answered, giving Hermione a light smile and squeezing her hand gently.
The little man continued to write on, finally taking his wand out of this pocket to enchant the quill to start dictating what he was going to explain to them. He sat back in his chair and observed Hermione and Sirius. With Remus watching the little fat man, he had missed all that had transpired between the two as he was too concerned with how shady the little man was being and waited for another snide remark to fly out in their direction.
“Upon your union, there will be several inspections to see that this pureblood and muggleborn marriage is legit. We will be making appointments with you, by owl when it would be a good time to visit you at your home.”
“What?” the three replied, in nearly perfect unison.
There was no way the Ministry was going to be allowed to number twelve Grimmauld Place. The place was only allowed for Order members, no one else. The place was unplottable and therefore, would never be found anyway.
“We’ll need to inspect your living quarters. With these new rules, we have to make sure that marriages, such as this one, are legit. Where is it you’ll be living?” the little man asked, hoping that there wasn’t going to be an answer for this, hence bringing an end to the charade they’d led so far.
Sirius looked at Hermione and then to Remus. He had a nervous look enough to give the whole game up, but Hermione prevailed, “We don’t know, yet. We’re currently flat hunting right now.”
Damn, so close.
“Alright, fine,” the little man answered with an exhausted tone. “And how soon are you planning on having children?”
Hermione’s eyes widened, absolutely unprepared for that direct question. The very idea that she and Sirius would be-
“Right away.” Sirius answered, turning his attention back to the fat little man. He raised an eyebrow, hoping to really jab it to the man that had, so far, given them a difficult time. Now it was his turn to talk his talk, live up to his charming legend, and hopefully, make the man so uncomfortable, he’ll be happy to get them out of the office.
The rep didn’t look up, but his little eyes started to peer over his half moon glasses at the couple. He watched Hermione, who wasn’t the type to discuss anything of that matter with anyone public sitting next to Mr. Exhibitionist.
“We’re actually, already trying. I know it’s not particularly right to discuss this matter, but just let it be known that we’re shagging like rabbits.” Sirius smiled, his eyes darkening in a most sinister manner.
Hermione, on the other hand, started to shift in her seat, trying to avoid the matter of talk and stay on the point, “Sirius, darling, I think he gets the point.”
Sirius could see the man fidget in his seat with uncertainty. Mr. Black came across quite abrupt with their personal life, had this been true and it appeared that he was quite passionate over particular details regarding his skills.
“-Sometimes four times a day.” He rambled on, as if telling an elaborate tale of adventure and excitement.
Hermione glanced over at Remus, who had quietly found the whole situation quite humorous and hid his mouth behind his hand to stifle the chuckles. Sirius had never ceased to amaze and this was just another rare moment for them.
“Sirius, really, I don’t think the man wants to hear it all.” She sweetly interjected, placing a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in closer to whisper for him to shut up.
Sirius paused and watched how the man was getting quite uncomfortable with his lewd talk that he saw how grateful he was of Hermione stepping in and calming him down. With a satisfied smirk on his face that they had, indeed, been convincing, he leaned back in his seat, stretched out and crossed one ankle over the other.
The license for the two was finally granted, practically prying the fat man’s chubby fingers off the piece of parchment when Hermione reached for it. There, in front of him, was his bonus, being whisked away by Harry Potter’s godfather. It was too sad to even mention, but as soon as the paperwork fell on his supervisor’s desk, there would be hell to pay. The word was that she had many suitors willing to take her hand, but it was too late.
The three were just rising to street level in the tiny phone elevator, as Hermione read over the license once again, reading all the fine print of the binding magical contract that she was about to sign. The extra papers attached to it explained the appointments at their residence, allotted time for their engagement after license was granted, and finally, the sole reason for the pureblood/muggleborn marriage, when they were planning on having children.
When they stepped out of the phone booth, Sirius holding the door open for the young girl, she asked, “How will they know we aren’t trying for children?”
Remus smiled at his childhood friend, giving him a nod for his performance back there and answered, “They won’t. Unless they’re going to stand by your bedroom, which I doubt, so you shouldn’t worry about.”
“So, how long does it say before we tie the knot?” Sirius asked, taking his muggle sunglasses from his inner leather jacket pocket.
Hermione scanned the Engagement line carefully, stopping on the sidewalk to read it, “We have one week.”
Sirius howled with excitement that he could be stupid for one whole week. He excused himself properly and apparated away to goodness knows where. Left standing there on the sidewalk was Hermione with a painful look on her face as she stared at the spot her fiancé had been standing, glancing over to Remus.
Remus smiled, comforting her from her thoughts, “It’ll be okay, Hermione. It’s not forever.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head, “I hope not. He’s a handful.”