Over the next week and a half, they were kept busy enough helping to make the place more livable, which didn't bother Lucifer any.
The only thing left after they got finished with the cleaning was the tapestry with the 'Black Family Tree,' which Lucifer said he'd take care of with thirty minutes of concentration so he didn't destroy the wall behind it.
He was currently sitting in front of it, having just started. Hermione had requested to watch him, and he obviously had nothing against it.
She was busy rereading Hogwarts: A History for the hundredth or so time while she waited. The 'Secret of the Wand', and a second book carrying the title of 'BrokenWand's: Bond or Burden' laid beside her unopended.
Cause, no matter how many times she read the book, she never got tired of it. She glanced up at Lucifer, knowing that it was his 'first' book as well after learning about Hogwarts and Magic.
She looked up after thirty minutes had passed, and closed the book, setting it aside to wait for him to get rid of the tapestry. He told her to go and get Sirius to show him the end result when he was done.
Another minute passed and nothing had happened. She knew he was concentrating, because she was now feeling his power exuding from him.
She hadn't felt it a half hour ago, and knew he was close to succeeding. She suddenly saw the tapestry ignite into 'flames' for a second, and then it was gone, the wall behind it perfectly intact, "You did it!" She ran from the room to get Sirius.
She came back with him and Harry, the former of which was smiling ear to ear, "I never would've believed it had I not seen what you did to my mother's portrait... Lucifer, you are truly a 'magnificent human being!"
Lucifer stood up from his position with some noticeable struggle, a faint, fleeting grimace crossing his handsome face before he masked the physical toll his celestial nature was paying in this vessel. He looked directly at Sirius, his voice steady but carrying a hidden depth. "You're not the 'first' person to think that..."
He didn't glance at Hermione as he spoke, but a subtle shift in the room's energy made her heart skip. She knew instantly, with a quiet surge of warmth, that he was referring to her, she was the first person to actually look past the grand titles and say those words to him.
Sirius's smile faded somewhat, the heavy reality of their situation crashing back into his expression. He looked away from the tapestry and turned his gaze toward the teenagers. "Two days from now is Harry's hearing at the Ministry..." He let out a rough, frustrated sigh, his fingers twitching against his trousers. "He hopes I can go with him as Snuffles... and I hope I get to go with him. I haven't been out of this house in over a month, and it is driving me absolutely insane."
Lucifer's small, teasing smile faltered, replaced by a look of grim pragmatism. "I wish you could, Sirius. Truly. But I don't see it happening."
Sirius looked reproachful, his jaw tightening as he stared at the celestial youth. "It is a long shot, I know that. You don't have to rub salt in the wound."
"Regulus Altair Black..."
The name left Lucifer's lips in a sudden, ghostly murmur that cut through the damp air of drawing room. It wasn't a conscious choice; the name had simply drifted to the absolute forefront of his thoughts, pulled from the ether of a vision from a 'parallel world' he had been watching from deep within his mind.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Sirius's face turned incredibly dark, the grief and anger from moments before hardening into an expression of pure, dangerous shock. The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. "What did you just say?" He demanded, his voice dropping into a lethal, low growl.
"S-Sirius, are you feelin—" Harry's voice trembled. He flinched, stepping back slightly as he saw the terrifying, unhinged look flash across his godfather's face, a stark reminder of the man who had survived Azkaban.
Hermione gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she looked between the two of them, the sudden spike of magical tension making her skin prickle. "Siri—"
"—That's the name Vivian wanted to give to her unborn child," Sirius interrupted savagely, taking a heavy step toward Lucifer, his gray eyes burning. "Regulus's firstborn. How could you possibly know that name? No one survived who knew about that secret. No one except me."
Lucifer felt the weight of everyone's intense, suffocating gaze boring directly into the middle of his forehead. The room held its breath, waiting for him to recover his speech, to offer an explanation for knowing a dead man's deepest, hidden truth.
When he finally spoke, his tone was soft, carrying the cadence of a being who had watched a thousand mortal tragedies unfold. "...The only thing I can tell you is that Altair Black found the one person he truly desires and loves with all his heart. He is happy. And he is alive again."
Sirius froze, his chest heaving as he stared at Lucifer in utter disbelief.
"They both were tested," Lucifer continued quietly, a trace of bitter cosmic irony bleeding into his words. "They almost got separated forever. But Destiny is a bitch, and it gave them a way to have that happy ending... the ending they 'both' truly deserve."
Sirius shook his head, his hands trembling as he gripped the edge of a nearby table. "I don't understand a single thing you just said. Are you telling me my brother's child is—"
"You don't have to understand," Lucifer interrupted smoothly, his voice acting as a calming balm over Sirius's frantic energy. "Just know that wherever the person named Altair Black is, he is both happy and loved..."
As Lucifer spoke that final word, 'loved,' his eyes flicked sideways, casting a brief, intensely tender glance toward Hermione. It was a fleeting, private admission, a silent parallel drawn between a 'Black heir' and her own existence on that earth.
Hermione, however, was too busy watching Sirius's emotional collapse and completely missed the look. A heavy silence descended upon the drawing room once more, then he reached up with a shaking hand, aggressively wiping away a stray tear that had escaped his eye. He stared at Lucifer for a long moment, his mind warring with the impossible comfort of the boy's words.
Finally, he let out a ragged breath and decided not to press any further. He knew it was entirely useless; Lucifer would only continue to feed him cryptic, riddle-like answers that a human mind could barely unravel.
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That night, just before going to bed, Hermione followed Lucifer's arse into his room. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She pushed her boyfriend into the room and fell back against the door.
Immediately, he fell against her, kissing her slowly, licking her mouth as if memorizing her flavor.
Moaning, she kissed him back.
It had been too long. She never wanted to spend time apart from him again. She felt like a starving person who'd had a buffet set before them; she couldn't get enough.
She had his shirt unbuttoned before he even realized she'd started undressing him. Lucifer groaned when she got it open and ran her bare hands up his chest.
Her ability to tease his nipples while appearing to innocently pet his chest drove him crazy.
He'd been able to restrain himself downstairs, but now that they were alone, and she was undressing him, his trousers seemed to be shrinking.
Pulling his lips from hers, he panted, "Arms up."
She lifted her arms, and he pulled off her t-shirt. 'I know that bra.' It was simple. Thin and slick.
But it was so easy to see the hard outline of her nipples through. He grazed one pointy peak with his fingertips. She sighed and arched into him. Giving it a light pinch, he ground his pelvis into her belly. "I want you naked."
She nodded happily and started to reach back to unhook her bra.
"No," he said, stopping her. "I want to do it."
Hermione smiled and slowly turned around, keeping her body in contact with his as she turned to face the door. She pulled her hair to one side so he could see her bra catch.
Lucifer growled low in his throat and grabbed her gyrating backside before sliding up to unhook her bra.
His hands followed the parting material and snaked around to her breasts, palming them, feeling her sharp nipples score his skin.
He bent to her neck and nibbled the side of her throat as her hands scrabbled at the door.
"Oh gods," She whined, trying to reach behind her and grope his erection.
Lucifer unzipped her jeans, and she wiggled her hips to help him get them down. He left them around her knees, stroking her bare thighs before cupping her pussy through her knickers.
With a loud groan, she bucked into his hand. Lucifer could feel the heat from her pussy through the thin cotton. It warmed his fingers as he traced the line of her sex.
Her hand snaked behind her, grabbing his cock through his trousers. The contact was welcome, but it only made the ache worse.
Pushing away her nimble fingers, he spun her around by the hips.
She was hobbled by her jeans, but she didn't seem to notice when he pushed her back against the door and kissed her. Hermione could reach his placket easily now; she unzipped his trousers while he sucked at her tongue.
Her hand delved inside, running over his boxers, feeling his hard length jabbing at his shorts.
Her fingers pushed past the elastic at the top and followed the trail of hair to his stiff cock. She gripped him firmly in her fist.
He moaned into her mouth and used one hand to get his boxers and trousers down his hips. "Kick off your jeans," he muttered.
"My shoes are in the way."
He huffed out a frustrated growl, waiting for her to struggle out of her sandals and denim. When she finally kicked them aside, he didn't give her a second's rest.
Copying her move, he slipped his hand down the front of her knickers, grazing her slit with his middle finger.
Silken honey dripped over his digit as he prodded her entrance.
She moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him against her. His other hand went down the back of her knickers to knead one soft bum cheek.
Her hips jerked forward, begging his fingers to penetrate her. That was a job he intended to save for his cock.
Hermione whimpered when the hand on her backside slipped down to trace her crack. Her hips couldn't decide whether to curl up and make him finger her pussy, or arch back so he would touch her arsehole.
Lucifer couldn't take any more.
He tore down her knickers with both hands, barely giving her the chance to kick them off before he grabbed a cheek in either hand and picked her up.
She let out a muffled squeal and wrapped her naked legs around his hips, her arms tightening around his shoulders.
He propped her up against the door and reached between them with one hand. Her pussy felt like molten satin as he ran his tip through her folds.
He put his leaking knob to her entrance and held her eye as he began to sink inside.
Her head rolled back against the door, but she never looked away, watching his face the whole time.
Her pussy had been given time to heal, and he guessed she hadn't had more than two fingers in there since he'd seen her last.
It felt insanely tight; Lucifer went as slowly as possible to give her time to stretch. She moaned his name as her pussy settled around him.
It didn't go as slowly as he planned; soon he was buried inside her, her warmth covering him like a glove.
Lucifer sighed in relief. It was the first time he'd been calm since he entered Grimmauld Place.
Hermione watched his face go slack.
The irritation in his eyes vanished in a blink. She smiled softly at him. "Feel better?"
He leaned into her, resting his forehead against hers, and nodded.
"Me too."
They heard footsteps out on the stairs, then Harry saying, "Not to interrupt, but we can hear everything, and Ron's about ready to tear his ears off."
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