Truth or Dare ✔️

18

Sirius flooed the main house and made his inquiries about the horses. He was told that the head stableman was busy with the house vet; apparently, a new foal had just been born that morning. There was some arguments as to what to call the new little filly. Still, they were certainly welcome to come out to the stable and make inquiries directly.

Sirius rang for Leo who materialized instantly before him. Sirius told him that he wanted to take Hermione on a tour of the grounds via horseback and requested a picnic lunch of a good bread, various cheeses, fruits, some dark chocolates and two bottles of wine. Leo promised that it would be ready within the hour. Looking at his pocket watch, Sirius saw that it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. He thought that Hermione might still be brooding and may wish to rest up or perhaps not go at all? He asked Leo to hold off for a bit until he had the chance to confirm the final plans with her. He went off in search of her and found her seated in the living room gazing up at his portrait.

He stole behind her and leaned on the back of the large winged armchair. "Cor! I was such a handsome devil!"

She clicked her tongue. "You still are," she replied.

He harrumphed. "I'm an old codger and you know it."

She tilted her head back and looked up at the fresh growth of whiskers on the underside of his chin. "You are not!"

He lowered his head and looked into her chocolate-brown eyes. "And you're too kind." He swung his body next to the chair and knelt down next to her. "Have you given any thought about touring the grounds?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Mmm..."

"It's the grazing in the grass thing, isn't it?"

"Well...?"

"Look, it was just an idea. That's all. I would like to take you out though. The grounds are amazing and I've learned that a foal has just been born in the stable not too long ago. Would you like to go see her?"

"A baby horse? How lovely! I would, yes!"

"Good. Why don't you go upstairs and rest up a bit and I'll take care of everything else and come fetch you then?"

Hermione nodded. "Fine. I'll go upstairs," she said sighing as she got to her feet.

"Mione?"

She looked into his eyes. "Yes?"

"I want to apologize," he said quietly.

"What for?"

"What I said in the cafe." He watched her brow knot up. "Right before we disapparated."

She shook her head and scrunched her face. "Oh that. No need. I know what you meant."

"You know now. But you didn't then. Look," he sighed. "Sometimes things just spew forth from my mouth before I think and..."

"Sirius, I know."

"But I hurt your feelings and I don't want to do that. Ever."

She smiled and fingered the buttons of his shirt absentmindedly. "I know that as well," she whispered. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"No, I'm Hermione."

He rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, causing her to giggle.

"And I'll have you know, these breasts have never seen the sun!"

"And what lovely breasts they are too! But there's always a first time for everything you know," he replied seductively as he raised one eye brow and grinned.

"Hmm." She craned her neck toward him and kissed his cheek. "You need to shave," she said.

He gasped. "Not thigh-friendly enough?"

"Not at all!"

"Well, I'll take care of that immediately if not sooner!"

"You do that, Mister Black!"

"I will!"

"Good."

"Does this mean you'll think about it then?"

"Yes, I'll think about it." She inched closer to him and moved her leg between his and leaned into him, grinding her hips into his.

"You do that, Miss Granger."

"I'll think about it, good and hard," she whispered as her lips met with his. He felt her hand caress at the thickness in his denims rendering him harder still.

"Oh my," he whispered through the kiss and closed his eyes.

"Thigh-friendly, Mister Black." She turned abruptly and headed for the stairs.

"Yes ma'am." He swallowed hard, nodded and watched her ascend the stair case toward the bedrooms and then followed behind her.