HP: (FIC) Fire Before the Storm (NC-17) MW/SB
I adore Harry/Pansy and I recieved a delightful fic from catrinella in smutty_claus, here Reparation and Redress
Here's the one I wrote.
Title: Fire Before the Storm.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius Black/Molly Weasley
Warnings: Spanking, light bondage, magical orgasm denial.
Author's notes: For hilarita in the smutty_claus exchange!
Thank you to my lovely beta, djin7. You are so wonderful. Two lines appear at the end from the American Edition of Order of the Phoenix.
The chill of winter settled into Grimmauld Place despite the blaze of warmth coming from the hearths. Kreacher hobbled around the drawing room, grumbling to himself, searching for more heirlooms to save from destruction. The portraits lay silent, as their occupants slept.
Down in the kitchen, Molly, Arthur, Sirius, Lupin, and Moody discussed the Order plans for that evening. Parchment and maps littered the tables. Everyone took care to keep their voices down because no one wanted to listen to Mrs. Black shriek. Remus and Arthur were engaged in serious discussion of strategy; Moody interjected his thoughts whenever necessary. Sirius remained silent, having been dubbed unnecessary in the plan once more. He hadn’t even bothered cleaning himself up for past few days. It wasn’t as if he was going anywhere.
He watched as Molly fiddled with the strings of her apron. She looked nervous and unhappy about the plans being laid. But Sirius wasn’t listening, as his eyes trailed down her body, at least all that he could see of it, and he felt a hunger in his body that had nothing to do with food. She was curved in all the right places. Sirius never had any use for stick-thin witches. He liked to feel softness beneath him, not bones.
“That’s settled, then. Since Arthur is taking over for Tonks at the Ministry tonight, he won’t be on again for another week. Don’t forget my cloak,” said Moody. Everyone nodded in agreement.
Arthur got to his feet, and turned to his wife, “Sorry dear, but I won’t be able to stay for dinner. I’ll pack a small snack to take with me.”
Molly frowned, “Make sure you do. You’re of no use to anyone if you're feeling peckish all night long. Goodbye dear.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek then left the room, Moody following behind him.
Sirius watched Molly from the table, his eyes focused not on her face or words, but her posterior. Remus had a calculating expression on his face as he realised what his friend was doing.
Molly turned to the two men with a smile on her face. “Can I get you two a drink before dinner?" Both men nodded. She poured each of them a tumbler of firewhisky and sent them into the next room so she could make Arthur’s snack and start dinner.
Remus and Sirius sat in front of the fire, silently, listening to the rest of the Order leave the house. Both merely sipped at their drinks and watched the flames dance on the logs. Remus looked over at Sirius, worry lines creasing his brow.
“Padfoot, I know that look you been giving Molly for the past few weeks. It’s dangerous and can lead to nothing but trouble.”
Sirius’ face contorted into a scowl. “I don’t say anything about the way you look at my godson, Moony.”
Remus blanched at the accusation. “The difference between me and you, my dearest Padfoot, is that I would never attempt to fuck the object of my inappropriate affections.”
Sirius looked at Remus and asked angrily, “Are you insinuating that I would?”
“I am not insinuating anything, Padfoot,” Remus replied airily. “Just be careful.”
Sirius didn’t reply, only grunted noncommittally.
Remus got to his feet and swallowed down the rest of his drink. “I must be off. Work to do.” Remus left the room and Sirius could hear him wishing Molly a good evening before begging off of dinner. Sirius tried not to flinch as Remus shut the door behind him.
Sirius went into the kitchen to refill his drink. Upon entering, he stopped short. Molly was preparing dough for some sort of pie. Her shoulders and hips moved as she used the rolling pin to spread the dough into the proper size and thickness. She had removed her outer robe, only wearing a thin gown that accentuated her generous curves. The tops of her breasts peaked out of the top of the low cut bodice. Sirius swallowed hard before he sauntered into the room. There was a wide berth between the other side of the table and the wall, but there was only a scant amount of space between Molly, who was bent over the table, and the cabinets opposite.
Molly could sense that Sirius was in the room. She wondered what he wanted. Although she seemed to fight with him more often than not, she found him intriguing and sexy. Her blood would boil when he was around. He knew how to press all of her buttons. She wasn't accustomed to that kind of defiance. He also seemed to spend a lot of time watching her. She knew that look. It'd been so long since she felt attractive, like a woman and not just a combination of mother, cook, and maid. He made her feel alive.
Sirius smiled as she looked up from her work. He held up his glass and spoke in what he hoped was a casual voice. “Getting myself another drink. It warms you up like few things can.” Sirius noted that a slight blush appeared on Molly’s cheeks as she nodded, indicating that she and Sirius agreed on what those other things were. He walked over towards the cabinets and shifted so he could squeeze behind Molly.
Molly looked down at her dough and noted that it was perfect. When she felt Sirius trying to get past her, she decided that it could use a little more thinning on one side. Her body moved back as she rolled and she subtly pressed herself against him. She was so focused on the hardness pressed against her arse that she almost didn’t hear his gasp. She shifted, rubbing against him once more, this time not so subtly.
Sirius smiled. He liked the position he was in right then. His cock rubbed against her backside. She was leaning over the table; her white knuckles grasping the rolling pin like an anchor to reality. The only thing between them was a small bit of fabric. It would be so easy. He pushed forward and leant over her. He placed his hands on either side of hers and whispered into her ear, “Molly. Do you need some help?”
He placed his hands over hers and they began rolling the dough. His hips rubbed against her rhythmically. She pushed back against him. Molly wished that the fabric separating them would disappear so she could feel his skin against hers. She sucked in a harsh breath as she felt herself getting wet. Moving so that her breast was rubbing up against his hand, she smiled slightly as he took the hint and slipped one of his hands down her top.
He cupped the soft skin there and toyed with her nipples. She bit back a moan as she felt his other hand trail down her belly and rub her mound through her clothes. She pushed the rolling pin aside and moved to the small space next to the dough. There was a cheese wheel with a knife sticking out of it. She pushed it over a bit as she braced herself on her forearms and ground herself against him.
Sirius closed his eyes to gain control of himself. He hadn’t shagged anyone since escaping Azkaban, or while in it, for that matter. While he was on the run, he was so preoccupied with either killing Peter or not getting caught, that it hadn’t crossed his mind. However, it had certainly been crossing his mind of late, especially while being forced to stay put. He missed women, with their softness and heat and scent. Sirius missed fucking women a great deal.
And now the woman that had recently haunted his dreams and waking moments was bent forwards over the table and rubbing against his cock. Pulling her upright, he undid the clasp to her gown and pushed it off of her. Then he peeled off her panties, and pushed her back in her previous position, gazing at all of her beautiful pale skin. He whispered a spell and a thin, invisible rope bound her wrists and forearms against the table where they lay. He roughly grabbed her hips, spreading her legs with his feet. He dropped to his knees and inhaled her delicious scent. She shuddered as he ran his finger along her wet folds. He leaned in and darted his tongue to taste her. It was better than he’d remembered.
Molly whimpered as she felt his stubble brush against the back of her thighs. She hadn’t felt this good, or this free since she was a teen. The bindings held her upper body still, but they weren’t tight or painful. She could feel his warmth teasing her skin. She felt his tongue lick at her cunt and she pushed back against his face. It was maddening. She couldn’t move. There was no relief for the desire that was building up inside of her. She felt so wet and so needy that she could hardly take it. Her knees felt weak. Pride and modesty be damned, she wanted him to fuck her so hard she could feel it for days.
“Please,” Molly begged, “take me. Fuck me.”
Sirius grinned against her flesh. He licked her one last time before getting to his feet. He resisted the urge to bury his face in her vibrant red hair. He loved how it looked against her pale flesh. He rested his hands on her arse. It was soft and round. He swatted her a few times, pleased when she whimpered. He allowed his hands to travel over her skin. She tried to push against him, but he didn’t let her. He unclasped the front of his robes, freeing his cock from the confines. He moved until the head teased her wet entrance. She moaned throatily and clenching around him as if trying to suck his cock in further. He gripped her hips tightly before thrusting inside her to the hilt.
“Oh God,” Molly panted out. So deep. She canted her hips causing Sirius’ cock to rub against her clit. She kept her body tilted so his cock brushed her clit on every thrust. His calloused fingertips traveled up her tummy and pawed roughly at her breasts. He pinched and pulled at her nipples until she cried out at the pleasurable pain. Sirius opened his mouth to apologise when he felt her muscles contract around him. He leaned forward instead, his chest to her back, and bit at the skin behind her ear. He continued to piston his hips, hard and fast, pinching her nipples as he bit at her neck.
“You like that, do you? Slut. Like it when I fuck you hard. Like it when I hurt you,” Sirius whispered harshly into her ear. The sandpaper of his stubble rubbed against her sensitive flesh and Molly began begging him for more. She didn’t want this to end. She liked how he felt inside of her. She needed this so badly. With the war and Order missions on top of his regular job, Arthur never had time for her anymore. She was so engrossed in wishing that it could last that she almost didn’t hear the shocked gasp behind her.
Sirius was momentarily taken aback as the magic wove around his cock and balls, preventing him from coming. He slapped Molly’s arse hard for the audacity. “You think you’re in control here? No. I’m in control.” He barked out, slapping her reddening arse once more. He pulled out of her abruptly and pulling her up, undoing the magic holding her to the table. She tried to move, but still found herself bound, her arms to her sides this time. He shoved her against the countertop. He lifted her until she was sitting just on the edge. Then he released the bindings before he drove his cock back inside her, moans pouring from both of their lips.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. He sucked one of her rigid nipples into his mouth and bit down, harshly. She wound her hands through his hair and tugged. His lips devoured hers, hungrily. After her head banged against the cabinet he cradled the back of it in his hand, but he didn’t slow the furious pace of his thrusts. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his taut buttocks. He felt her body go rigid in his grip. Her mouth was open, panting, her fingers dug into him as she came, her body clenching around him. She still didn’t release the spell around his cock.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Sirius asked with a hint of laughter in his gruff voice. “You want me make you come again?”
Molly looked at him; eyes glazed with lust, and pulled his face towards her chest, where her breasts splayed out like a feast, “Please.” Sirius tugged at the nipple he’d ignored earlier and sucked with his teeth and tongue. He pressed a finger into her cunt alongside his cock and pressed against her clit. She moaned so loudly that she didn’t even hear him whispering another spell. Her wrists flew upwards and were bound against the cabinet over her head. Another spell, then Molly felt her arse stretch and slick. He pulled out of her cunt and pressed the head of his cock against it.
"Undo the spell, and I'll make you come," Sirius' husky voice demanded.
Molly nodded and Sirius felt the magical ring fall away. He shoved his cock inside her tight arse and plunged his fingers in her wet cunt at the same time. Moments later she came again, violently, moaning his name against his lips. The sensation of her clenching around him drove him over the edge and he came with a howl. He stayed there, panting against her until he could breathe normally again.
He slipped out of her and placed one last kiss on her lips. He removed the bondage charm and helped her get to her feet. They dressed slowly in silence, and didn't look at each other until he turned to her and kissed again on the lips. Molly smiled, blushing once more. He left to clean up in the washroom. When he returned dinner was waiting for him on the table and note. As Sirius read, a frown line appeared on his brow. He didn't know exactly what to make of it. Sirius, I felt that I needed to go home. I don't know when I'll return. Did she feel guilty? Return? Does that mean she'd want this again? He hoped that she would.
Sirius sat there for most of the night. He closed his eyes and went over everything that had happened. The smell of her skin, the taste of her body, the sound of her breathy moans. He let it wash over him as he drank glass after glass of firewhisky. It must have been the middle of the night when he heard someone calling his name, but it was not Molly. It sounded vaguely like the portrait of Phineas. He was right.
"What do you want?" Sirius barked, annoyed that his reverie had been disturbed.
Phineas sneered from the frame. "Message from the Headmaster. Arthur's been injured. His wife, her children and that Potter boy will be coming to stay with you."
Sirius nodded and made to put away the bottle of firewhisky. He returned just in time to see Harry and the Weasleys portkey into the room. Sirius didn’t pay too much attention to what was going on in the room, aside from calming the children down; there was little else he could do. He sat there, lost in his own contemplation, filled with an uneasy mixture of guilt and desire at Molly’s impending return.
The news that Arthur survived didn't cheer Sirius nearly as much as the smile that Molly gave him. He happily began to ready breakfast for everyone. She thanked him for welcoming the children and favoured him with a look that promised…something. He reveled in her scent as she stood so close to him and spoke softly, "Oh Sirius, I'm so grateful…They think he'll be there a little while and it would be wonderful to be nearer," to you remained unspoken, "Of course, that might mean we're here for Christmas…"
"The more the merrier," Sirius responded.
He gave her a wide grin that promised some personal festive cheer. Especially if Molly wanted to make more pie.
Here's the one I wrote.
Title: Fire Before the Storm.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius Black/Molly Weasley
Warnings: Spanking, light bondage, magical orgasm denial.
Author's notes: For hilarita in the smutty_claus exchange!
Thank you to my lovely beta, djin7. You are so wonderful. Two lines appear at the end from the American Edition of Order of the Phoenix.
The chill of winter settled into Grimmauld Place despite the blaze of warmth coming from the hearths. Kreacher hobbled around the drawing room, grumbling to himself, searching for more heirlooms to save from destruction. The portraits lay silent, as their occupants slept.
Down in the kitchen, Molly, Arthur, Sirius, Lupin, and Moody discussed the Order plans for that evening. Parchment and maps littered the tables. Everyone took care to keep their voices down because no one wanted to listen to Mrs. Black shriek. Remus and Arthur were engaged in serious discussion of strategy; Moody interjected his thoughts whenever necessary. Sirius remained silent, having been dubbed unnecessary in the plan once more. He hadn’t even bothered cleaning himself up for past few days. It wasn’t as if he was going anywhere.
He watched as Molly fiddled with the strings of her apron. She looked nervous and unhappy about the plans being laid. But Sirius wasn’t listening, as his eyes trailed down her body, at least all that he could see of it, and he felt a hunger in his body that had nothing to do with food. She was curved in all the right places. Sirius never had any use for stick-thin witches. He liked to feel softness beneath him, not bones.
“That’s settled, then. Since Arthur is taking over for Tonks at the Ministry tonight, he won’t be on again for another week. Don’t forget my cloak,” said Moody. Everyone nodded in agreement.
Arthur got to his feet, and turned to his wife, “Sorry dear, but I won’t be able to stay for dinner. I’ll pack a small snack to take with me.”
Molly frowned, “Make sure you do. You’re of no use to anyone if you're feeling peckish all night long. Goodbye dear.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek then left the room, Moody following behind him.
Sirius watched Molly from the table, his eyes focused not on her face or words, but her posterior. Remus had a calculating expression on his face as he realised what his friend was doing.
Molly turned to the two men with a smile on her face. “Can I get you two a drink before dinner?" Both men nodded. She poured each of them a tumbler of firewhisky and sent them into the next room so she could make Arthur’s snack and start dinner.
Remus and Sirius sat in front of the fire, silently, listening to the rest of the Order leave the house. Both merely sipped at their drinks and watched the flames dance on the logs. Remus looked over at Sirius, worry lines creasing his brow.
“Padfoot, I know that look you been giving Molly for the past few weeks. It’s dangerous and can lead to nothing but trouble.”
Sirius’ face contorted into a scowl. “I don’t say anything about the way you look at my godson, Moony.”
Remus blanched at the accusation. “The difference between me and you, my dearest Padfoot, is that I would never attempt to fuck the object of my inappropriate affections.”
Sirius looked at Remus and asked angrily, “Are you insinuating that I would?”
“I am not insinuating anything, Padfoot,” Remus replied airily. “Just be careful.”
Sirius didn’t reply, only grunted noncommittally.
Remus got to his feet and swallowed down the rest of his drink. “I must be off. Work to do.” Remus left the room and Sirius could hear him wishing Molly a good evening before begging off of dinner. Sirius tried not to flinch as Remus shut the door behind him.
Sirius went into the kitchen to refill his drink. Upon entering, he stopped short. Molly was preparing dough for some sort of pie. Her shoulders and hips moved as she used the rolling pin to spread the dough into the proper size and thickness. She had removed her outer robe, only wearing a thin gown that accentuated her generous curves. The tops of her breasts peaked out of the top of the low cut bodice. Sirius swallowed hard before he sauntered into the room. There was a wide berth between the other side of the table and the wall, but there was only a scant amount of space between Molly, who was bent over the table, and the cabinets opposite.
Molly could sense that Sirius was in the room. She wondered what he wanted. Although she seemed to fight with him more often than not, she found him intriguing and sexy. Her blood would boil when he was around. He knew how to press all of her buttons. She wasn't accustomed to that kind of defiance. He also seemed to spend a lot of time watching her. She knew that look. It'd been so long since she felt attractive, like a woman and not just a combination of mother, cook, and maid. He made her feel alive.
Sirius smiled as she looked up from her work. He held up his glass and spoke in what he hoped was a casual voice. “Getting myself another drink. It warms you up like few things can.” Sirius noted that a slight blush appeared on Molly’s cheeks as she nodded, indicating that she and Sirius agreed on what those other things were. He walked over towards the cabinets and shifted so he could squeeze behind Molly.
Molly looked down at her dough and noted that it was perfect. When she felt Sirius trying to get past her, she decided that it could use a little more thinning on one side. Her body moved back as she rolled and she subtly pressed herself against him. She was so focused on the hardness pressed against her arse that she almost didn’t hear his gasp. She shifted, rubbing against him once more, this time not so subtly.
Sirius smiled. He liked the position he was in right then. His cock rubbed against her backside. She was leaning over the table; her white knuckles grasping the rolling pin like an anchor to reality. The only thing between them was a small bit of fabric. It would be so easy. He pushed forward and leant over her. He placed his hands on either side of hers and whispered into her ear, “Molly. Do you need some help?”
He placed his hands over hers and they began rolling the dough. His hips rubbed against her rhythmically. She pushed back against him. Molly wished that the fabric separating them would disappear so she could feel his skin against hers. She sucked in a harsh breath as she felt herself getting wet. Moving so that her breast was rubbing up against his hand, she smiled slightly as he took the hint and slipped one of his hands down her top.
He cupped the soft skin there and toyed with her nipples. She bit back a moan as she felt his other hand trail down her belly and rub her mound through her clothes. She pushed the rolling pin aside and moved to the small space next to the dough. There was a cheese wheel with a knife sticking out of it. She pushed it over a bit as she braced herself on her forearms and ground herself against him.
Sirius closed his eyes to gain control of himself. He hadn’t shagged anyone since escaping Azkaban, or while in it, for that matter. While he was on the run, he was so preoccupied with either killing Peter or not getting caught, that it hadn’t crossed his mind. However, it had certainly been crossing his mind of late, especially while being forced to stay put. He missed women, with their softness and heat and scent. Sirius missed fucking women a great deal.
And now the woman that had recently haunted his dreams and waking moments was bent forwards over the table and rubbing against his cock. Pulling her upright, he undid the clasp to her gown and pushed it off of her. Then he peeled off her panties, and pushed her back in her previous position, gazing at all of her beautiful pale skin. He whispered a spell and a thin, invisible rope bound her wrists and forearms against the table where they lay. He roughly grabbed her hips, spreading her legs with his feet. He dropped to his knees and inhaled her delicious scent. She shuddered as he ran his finger along her wet folds. He leaned in and darted his tongue to taste her. It was better than he’d remembered.
Molly whimpered as she felt his stubble brush against the back of her thighs. She hadn’t felt this good, or this free since she was a teen. The bindings held her upper body still, but they weren’t tight or painful. She could feel his warmth teasing her skin. She felt his tongue lick at her cunt and she pushed back against his face. It was maddening. She couldn’t move. There was no relief for the desire that was building up inside of her. She felt so wet and so needy that she could hardly take it. Her knees felt weak. Pride and modesty be damned, she wanted him to fuck her so hard she could feel it for days.
“Please,” Molly begged, “take me. Fuck me.”
Sirius grinned against her flesh. He licked her one last time before getting to his feet. He resisted the urge to bury his face in her vibrant red hair. He loved how it looked against her pale flesh. He rested his hands on her arse. It was soft and round. He swatted her a few times, pleased when she whimpered. He allowed his hands to travel over her skin. She tried to push against him, but he didn’t let her. He unclasped the front of his robes, freeing his cock from the confines. He moved until the head teased her wet entrance. She moaned throatily and clenching around him as if trying to suck his cock in further. He gripped her hips tightly before thrusting inside her to the hilt.
“Oh God,” Molly panted out. So deep. She canted her hips causing Sirius’ cock to rub against her clit. She kept her body tilted so his cock brushed her clit on every thrust. His calloused fingertips traveled up her tummy and pawed roughly at her breasts. He pinched and pulled at her nipples until she cried out at the pleasurable pain. Sirius opened his mouth to apologise when he felt her muscles contract around him. He leaned forward instead, his chest to her back, and bit at the skin behind her ear. He continued to piston his hips, hard and fast, pinching her nipples as he bit at her neck.
“You like that, do you? Slut. Like it when I fuck you hard. Like it when I hurt you,” Sirius whispered harshly into her ear. The sandpaper of his stubble rubbed against her sensitive flesh and Molly began begging him for more. She didn’t want this to end. She liked how he felt inside of her. She needed this so badly. With the war and Order missions on top of his regular job, Arthur never had time for her anymore. She was so engrossed in wishing that it could last that she almost didn’t hear the shocked gasp behind her.
Sirius was momentarily taken aback as the magic wove around his cock and balls, preventing him from coming. He slapped Molly’s arse hard for the audacity. “You think you’re in control here? No. I’m in control.” He barked out, slapping her reddening arse once more. He pulled out of her abruptly and pulling her up, undoing the magic holding her to the table. She tried to move, but still found herself bound, her arms to her sides this time. He shoved her against the countertop. He lifted her until she was sitting just on the edge. Then he released the bindings before he drove his cock back inside her, moans pouring from both of their lips.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. He sucked one of her rigid nipples into his mouth and bit down, harshly. She wound her hands through his hair and tugged. His lips devoured hers, hungrily. After her head banged against the cabinet he cradled the back of it in his hand, but he didn’t slow the furious pace of his thrusts. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his taut buttocks. He felt her body go rigid in his grip. Her mouth was open, panting, her fingers dug into him as she came, her body clenching around him. She still didn’t release the spell around his cock.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Sirius asked with a hint of laughter in his gruff voice. “You want me make you come again?”
Molly looked at him; eyes glazed with lust, and pulled his face towards her chest, where her breasts splayed out like a feast, “Please.” Sirius tugged at the nipple he’d ignored earlier and sucked with his teeth and tongue. He pressed a finger into her cunt alongside his cock and pressed against her clit. She moaned so loudly that she didn’t even hear him whispering another spell. Her wrists flew upwards and were bound against the cabinet over her head. Another spell, then Molly felt her arse stretch and slick. He pulled out of her cunt and pressed the head of his cock against it.
"Undo the spell, and I'll make you come," Sirius' husky voice demanded.
Molly nodded and Sirius felt the magical ring fall away. He shoved his cock inside her tight arse and plunged his fingers in her wet cunt at the same time. Moments later she came again, violently, moaning his name against his lips. The sensation of her clenching around him drove him over the edge and he came with a howl. He stayed there, panting against her until he could breathe normally again.
He slipped out of her and placed one last kiss on her lips. He removed the bondage charm and helped her get to her feet. They dressed slowly in silence, and didn't look at each other until he turned to her and kissed again on the lips. Molly smiled, blushing once more. He left to clean up in the washroom. When he returned dinner was waiting for him on the table and note. As Sirius read, a frown line appeared on his brow. He didn't know exactly what to make of it. Sirius, I felt that I needed to go home. I don't know when I'll return. Did she feel guilty? Return? Does that mean she'd want this again? He hoped that she would.
Sirius sat there for most of the night. He closed his eyes and went over everything that had happened. The smell of her skin, the taste of her body, the sound of her breathy moans. He let it wash over him as he drank glass after glass of firewhisky. It must have been the middle of the night when he heard someone calling his name, but it was not Molly. It sounded vaguely like the portrait of Phineas. He was right.
"What do you want?" Sirius barked, annoyed that his reverie had been disturbed.
Phineas sneered from the frame. "Message from the Headmaster. Arthur's been injured. His wife, her children and that Potter boy will be coming to stay with you."
Sirius nodded and made to put away the bottle of firewhisky. He returned just in time to see Harry and the Weasleys portkey into the room. Sirius didn’t pay too much attention to what was going on in the room, aside from calming the children down; there was little else he could do. He sat there, lost in his own contemplation, filled with an uneasy mixture of guilt and desire at Molly’s impending return.
The news that Arthur survived didn't cheer Sirius nearly as much as the smile that Molly gave him. He happily began to ready breakfast for everyone. She thanked him for welcoming the children and favoured him with a look that promised…something. He reveled in her scent as she stood so close to him and spoke softly, "Oh Sirius, I'm so grateful…They think he'll be there a little while and it would be wonderful to be nearer," to you remained unspoken, "Of course, that might mean we're here for Christmas…"
"The more the merrier," Sirius responded.
He gave her a wide grin that promised some personal festive cheer. Especially if Molly wanted to make more pie.