Perfect

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, Multi
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/Hermione Granger,
Sirius Black/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley
Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Double Penetration, Plot What Plot/Porn
Without Plot, no minors, Adult Content, Consent, Adults only, Praise
Kink, no beta we die like men
Language: English
Series:
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Part 1 of Evening Activities at 12 Grimmauld Place
Collections: stuff i've read, Dramione re-reads , Mood reads, best one shots,
Hermione's Thigh Clenching One-Shots , More Passionate Works
Stats: Published: 2021-09-24 Words: 4,963 Chapters: 1/1
 Perfect
by thebrightcity

Summary

Sirius Black falls back through the veil, and everyone around him is nine years older than
when he left.

Hermione Granger, in particular, is nothing like he remembered.

Notes

Cannot emphasize enough that this is PWP. No beta. Written in 12 hrs after spending too long
in a car. Characters are consenting adults who don’t have the best manners, but for the most
part, consent is verbal and explicit with a bit of consensual noncon sprinkled in (character
mentions use of safe word).

Update 7.25.2022 - If you're interested in reading more from this universe, check out A Fair
Fight to see how Draco and Hermione started their relationship.
Sirius Black stared down at a letter in his hand. No one had gone through the post at 12
Grimmauld Place from earlier today, and while he was earnestly hoping to find something
from Andromeda in the stack, there was nothing addressed to him except an invitation to
shop at Sir Floriman's Finest Wizarding Wear at a special discounted rate.

As usual, most of the post was for Harry or Ginny Potter, both famous in their own right for
saving the world and playing an exemplary game of Quidditch, respectively.

The last remaining letter was for one Hermione Granger, who had already snuck off to her
room, presumably for the evening.

Sirius weighed the parchment in his hands. It seemed like nothing at all, just a newsletter
from a bookstore she frequented, but he wondered if she'd like to take a look at it tonight just
in case. He wondered if she'd written an article for it, maybe, as she'd done before, and she'd
probably want to see it in print as soon as possible, if she had.

The more sensible side of Sirius Black knew that Hermione would have been eagerly
awaiting the post if she'd written anything that was being published, even if it were just for a
small bookstore's monthly newsletter, but a less sensible side of him had spent the last several
months at 12 Grimmauld Place eyeing her arse in her short, red sleep shorts.

Seven years after the end of the Second Wizarding War where his godson had defeated
Voldemort, Sirius had fallen back through the veil. It was a strange world to fall back into.
When he'd left, he'd been an outcast, on the run. Now, he was lauded as a mysterious, tortured
hero who had been wronged for years and never avenged before his untimely death. He was
rolling in riches and admirers, but his old companions suddenly seemed too old for him. The
Weasleys treated him even more than ever like a child, and Remus and Tonks tired of his
energy and itch for adventure, and they often begged off to go look after Teddy and their two
younger daughters, Emery and Cassandra.

So instead of returning to the life he'd once known, Sirius found himself more often in the
company of his godson who was now only about ten years younger and his godson's ragtag
group of friends. He'd expected Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and some of the other
Gryffindors from their time at Hogwarts, but Harry had also apparently taken a liking to
Draco Malfoy, who frequently appeared without invitation to make snide comments to
everyone present, especially Ron, and read Harry's paper over breakfast or a nightcap. He
spent a particular amount of time in verbal battles with Hermione, debating the finer points of
the International Statute of Secrecy or reparations from both Wizarding Wars. Malfoy showed
up even more often, Sirius had noticed, over the winter holidays, when Hermione Granger
was in the habit of staying with them at Grimmauld Place for about six weeks.

And while she stayed with them at Grimmauld Place, she would roam around before bed in
these tiny red shorts that, when she reached for a plate or a mug for a bedtime snack, rode up
her perfectly shaped arse, giving Sirius a view that made him go hard in his trousers. She was
round and plentiful, and the idea of palming her cheeks, spreading them apart, and taking her
from behind started to occupy his nightly fantasies.
She had lovely breasts too, he imagined, but she always wore thick sweaters during the day
and oversized sweatshirts at night, so he couldn't confirm. But he had all sorts of ideas about
what he could do with those breasts and his tongue and -

He cleared his throat, turning the letter over in his hand again, staring it down for an answer,
but all he could see was the curve of her ass peeking out from beneath the hem of her shorts.

Damn it.

Sirius took the stairs two at a time and strode down the hall to her room. Her door was
slightly ajar and there was a soft light coming from within, so he pushed it open with one
hand, letter in the other.

"Hermione, I saw this - "

Then he looked up, and the breath punched out of his lungs, and he stopped short in the
doorway.

Hermione was up on her knees with one arm up over her head, hand hooked around Draco
Malfoy's neck, and the other hand intertwined with his, playing at her clit, as he slid into her
from behind. Her eyes were squeezed closed in ecstasy, but they flew open at the sound of
Sirius' voice. Sirius thought she gasped, but Malfoy's hand was tight over her mouth, making
sure she didn't make a peep.

Hermione's entire body went taut and still, but Malfoy locked eyes with Sirius, and a wicked
grin spread over his face. He pulled out of Hermione slowly, not breaking eye contact with
Sirius, then pushed back in with a grunt that reverberated through Hermione's body.

"No talking unless I give you permission, Granger," he growled. "Don't forget the rules."

Sirius' eyes fell down to where Hermione and Malfoy were joined. Her thighs were pushed
wide apart to make room for Malfoy's cock, and her pussy was pink and slick.

Nearly red, actually, just like those tiny shorts.

He realized his cock was growing in his sweats.

"Shit, I - " He stepped back, eyes flicking back up to Hermione's lust-filled gaze as Malfoy's
hand trailed down from her mouth to her - he'd been right - lovely, full breasts.

"Don't be shy, Black," Malfoy crooned as he kneaded her left breast, twisting her nipple until
Hermione hissed. "I don't mind spectators, and I know you like watching her."

"I don't - " he stammered. Damnit, blushing like a school boy. "I don't spectate."

"Oh. I didn't realize." Malfoy's eyes widened in mock astonishment as he slowly continues to
fuck Hermione. "My apologies. You're more of a participant, then?"

He drove into Hermione to the hilt with a violent thrust. She bit her lip, and suddenly the
room was still except for her squirming over his thick cock. Sirius could see the slick on her
thighs, and he wondered if Malfoy had been edging her and for how long and how desperate
she was to come.

"Well, Black, it's always up to the lady, I say," Malfoy drawled as though he wasn't balls deep
in the lady at the moment. He pulled back Hermione's mess of curls and bit at her earlobe,
eliciting a pained whimper, before whispering, loudly, for Sirius to hear. "What do you think,
Granger? Can you be a good girl and suck Sirius Black's cock? He deserves it, you know,
after all this time."

Merlin. Sirius palmed himself over his pants. Desperation ran through his veins down to his
prick, and he thought Malfoy was hanging on edge just as much as he was until Hermione
opened her eyes again and fully directly her lust-blown expression at him.

She nodded her head, and Sirius stepped forward, hands already at the waist of his joggers.

Malfoy hissed. "No. Use your words, Granger. I asked you a question. Can you be a good girl
and suck his cock?"

Hermione whimpered, looking down at Sirius with an insatiable hunger in her eyes.

"I want to be a good girl and suck his cock. Please."

The please sent a rush of blood to his crotch, and Sirius approached her slowly as Malfoy
released his hold on her nipple and pushed her down to her hands. Once she was in position,
he yanked her perfectly round arse more snug to his hips, but didn't give her the friction that
Sirius could see she craved.

Her eyes were desperate, and she was staring down the bulge in his pants like it would cure
her.

Sirius glanced up at Malfoy with a raised eyebrow. He and Remus had shared some women
in their youth, but they'd been close friends, and Malfoy - well, Malfoy was anything but a
friend.

Malfoy met his questioning gaze with a smirk and a swift nod of approval.

Sirius slowly pulled the waist of his sweats down, letting his hard cock bounce closer and
closer to Hermione's face. "Are you sure you want this down your throat, Hermione?"

She nodded eagerly, parting her lips for him.

"Words, Hermione. I asked you a question. Do you want me to feed you my cock?"

Hermione's entire body flushed at the words coming out of Sirius Black's mouth. Feed you
my cock. She felt her walls spasm around Draco, and he kneaded her ass in approval, pushing
himself into her even further.

"Yes," she whispered hoarsely, trying to hold in a cry. "Please. I want - "

Sirius interrupted her with a stern hand on her jaw, his fingers pressing into the hinge to force
her open even wider, which she needed, especially now that she could see the size of him
hanging heavy and thick in front of her.

Malfoy thrusted into her, pushing her forward with no warning to bump her lips against
Sirius' cock, and a loud groan finally escaped her throat at the delicious friction and the
terrifying yet electrifying prospect of having both men with their pricks in her. What would
everyone think if they knew that the Hermione Granger, Golden Girl, Brightest Witch of Her
Age, was writhing between an old Slytherin classmate and her best friend's troubled
godfather? Would they whisper and point and stare and wonder what had come over her?

"If you want, then okay," murmured Sirius as he placed his round head against her lips. "Can
you get it good and wet for me?"

She flicked out her tongue and swirled it around his wide tip, trying to pull him into her
mouth, but Sirius taunted her with it, just letting her catch the flavor of him before he pulled
back.

"I get to choose the speed, kitten. Not you."

Gods.

Hermione fully unhinged her jaw, relaxing into his hand, and tried to sit back patiently, but
the push of Draco's cock made her whine with anxiety.

Sirius wove his fingers into her wild curls and tugged her face closer, and she helplessly
started working her tongue over his tip.

"That's my girl," he whispered. "Good and wet." Then he slowly began to slide his cock past
her lips, into her mouth, over her tongue, until the head lodged against the back of her throat.

Draco pulled back and slammed into her, pushing Sirius just a hint more into her, and all
three of them groan.

Finally.
Draco Malfoy had been edging her for five days. They'd been working up to this for a while
after a particularly heated argument about Wizengamot appointments that ended with her
bent over the dining table and Draco slamming his cock into her, his balls slapping her pussy
until she screamed out that he was right and came all over him in the most intense orgasm of
her life. He'd gritted behind her that she was impossible and pretentious and a know-it-all brat
who he loathed and couldn't believe that Victor Krum had ever given her the time of day, but
he'd rutted into her until she came again, legs shaking and crying out, and he spilled into her
with a biting curse and a demand that she put on "that pretty little green number" that Draco
somehow knew Pansy had bought for her because he wanted to fuck her in that when he
snuck into her room that night.

There had never been any question of an encore performance, and Draco had done exemplary
work that night, sucking and twisting her nipples through the silky material as he, true to his
word, fucked her so hard she'd been unable to walk straight the next day.

Pansy had warned Hermione that Draco's taste ran... unconventional, but Hermione found
that she liked exploring her sexuality with him. With Ron, she'd thought she just didn't enjoy
sex the same way everyone around her seemed to. It never felt very exciting. He'd lay on top
of her, or sometimes kneel behind her if he'd had a few firewhiskys, and the whole thing was
exceedingly polite and quiet, and then he'd come in her with a muted groan. She always left
the encounters feeling awkward and uncomfortable, like someone had started a sentence but
never finished it, leaving her hanging not even halfway through something.

But she'd always been told that it was so hard for women to finish during vaginal sex, so she
tried not to worry about it. It wasn't anything wrong with her or Ron, or her with Ron. It was
just part of being a woman. Orgasming would be relegated to her bed, later, alone, or in the
bath, with her fingers or a small vibrating toy that worked wonders on her clit. She once
suggested to Ron that he use it on her, but he winced a bit and told her that he thought they'd
better not.

Hermione had laughed about it with Ginny and Pansy one night over a few bottles of wine,
but they'd looked back at her with some confusion and worry.

"You mean you've never with him?" Ginny asked, her pert little nose wrinkled up in distaste.

"Well, no," Hermione shrugged, looking between them. "It's supposed to be hard for women,
isn't it?"

Pansy takes a long sip of wine and scoffs. "Granger, that's a load of bullshit."

"No, it's not. I read - "

"Please don't call it his stick," Ginny gagged. "But really, Hermione, Ron should at least be
communicating with you on how to please you in the bedroom if that's important to you."

"Or outside the bedroom," Pansy sniggered. Ginny shot her a glare.

"Do you mean to tell me that you both - every time - with Harry and Theo?"

"Sometimes Theo and I play a little game where - "

"Pansy. I don't think she's ready for that. Clearly. But yes, most of the time, even if it's not
from vaginal penetration."

"What are you two talking about?"

Pansy grabbed Hermione's face with both hands and forced her to look up into her eyes. "Do
you enjoy having sex with Ronald Weasley?"

"I - that is - "

"Granger."

Hermione swallows. "No."

That conversation played over and over in her mind for two weeks. Hermione finally plied
Pansy with enough shopping and champagne to explain her and Theo's little game, then she
promptly went home to her bed with her toy, and in the glowing aftermath of her orgasm, she
decided that she didn't think that this whole thing with Ron Weasley would work out after all.

It didn't take long for Draco Malfoy to weasel his way into her life and her bed and her mind
and her ear, whispering all kinds of suggestions for how to heighten her pleasure and all
kinds of praise for how brave and good and wet and responsive she was.

And he made sure she always came if she wanted to. Unless, of course, it was part of a little
game.

The last time they'd played this, this edging thing, when he finally gave her release, he'd slid
a wet finger into her puckered hole as he'd fucked her through her orgasm.

"Did you like my finger in your ass?" he'd asked. "You took it so well."

She'd nodded, panting against his neck as he ran his hands over her exhausted body. "I did."
She pressed a kiss to his pulse, breathing him in. He was silent for a moment as he played
with a lock of her hair.

"What if someone else took you there?"

Hermione tucked her head under his chin and considered his words.
"I'm happy with just you," she murmured finally.

"I'm happy with just you too," he replied, kissing her hair. "Whatever you makes you feel
good."

Two weeks later, when she'd settled into 12 Grimmauld Place for the holidays, she felt a
heated gaze burning into her as she reached up to a particularly high shelf for her favorite
mug. She turned around and saw Sirius Black averting his eyes with a tense, restrained look
about his body like he'd been about to pounce on her, about to devour her, but had thought
better of it at the last moment.

She realized that her sleep shorts had ridden up, and she'd likely given him quite the view of
her arse and even a hint of the outline of her quickly dampening knickers.

Oh. Oh.

That night, she suggested to Malfoy that she was not, perhaps, opposed to the idea of
someone else.

Now, five days into her edging, when Malfoy had finally relented and told her that he'd let
her orgasm that night eventually, Sirius Black has appeared in her room as if summoned by
fate or the gods, Hermione was growing wetter by the moment, and she knew Draco could
feel it from how his cock kept getting harder and bigger in her pussy. She didn't realize how
much he would enjoy watching someone else take her at the same time he did. He liked it so
much, apparently, that he was starting to lose control, and as Sirius began to slowly fuck her
mouth, sliding his thick cock deeper and deeper down her throat, Draco's hips started
twitching against her, little thrusts that heightened her already nearly painful arousal and
pushed her closer and closer to her climax.

"Do you like taking his cock, Granger?" Draco rasped behind her. She moaned in response,
and Sirius snapped his hips with a groan, burying himself all the way in her throat. Her eyes
were watering, and soft tears began falling down her cheeks as she choked around him. Sirius
pulled out entirely and yanked her up, kissing her mouth deeply as he wiped her wet cheeks
with his thumbs, crooning soft praises across her lips. His cock was hard against her stomach.
Draco slowed his thrusts, planting open kisses over her shoulder and up her neck. It was so
much, so much to have them both mouthing away at her, and she squirmed between them,
eager for any sensation, because she still hadn't come, and now Sirius's mouth was moving
down her chest, where he cupped her breasts with both hands and pressed his face to them,
sucking at the flesh so hard that she thought he might leave marks until Draco growled from
behind her, warning Sirius away from what Draco was willing and eager to share but would
always consider to be his. And no one left marks on his.

Sirius moved on to her nipples, drawing one into his mouth and rolling the other between his
fingers. The sensation, combined with Draco's thickness still stretching out her walls, sent
shivers across her skin, and she started to feel the rising flush of need, intense need, to come.

Hermione tilted her head back, and Draco captured her lips in a bruising kiss, forcing his
tongue into her mouth. She wondered if he could taste Sirius on her and the thought led to
another drip of slick making its way past Draco's cock and down her thigh. She whimpered
into his mouth, twisting her hips over him, begging for him to give her permission for
release.

Draco slid his hand up to her throat and broke their kiss.

"What do you want, Granger?"

"Please," she rasped. "Please let me come on you."

"Do you hear that, Black?" Draco laughed, sliding his cock out of her. Hermione sobbed at
the sudden emptiness. It hurt to have nothing to bear down on, especially after she'd been
holding a small vibrating egg in her pussy all day at Draco's request. "Granger thinks she's
need to come."

Sirius pulled back with blown pupils, turning his already dark gaze nearly black. He surveyed
Hermione's body with an appreciative glance, then looked to Draco. Hermione tried to pull
her knees together to give herself something, anything, but Draco slips in a thigh to keep her
legs apart. She was temped to drop down and grind one out on him, but that was against the
rules tonight, and she couldn't handle having to wait any longer for release.

"Do you think she's earned it?" Sirius asked with a dark twinkle in his eye.

"She's been so good," Draco murmured, nuzzling her neck. "Can you do one more thing for
me, Granger?"

"Yes," she begged. "Anything."

Draco locked eyes with Sirius over her shoulder.

"I want you to take our dear friend Sirius in your perfect little ass that he loves to watch so
much."

Hermione went completely still and silent for a beat, then shocked Sirius by how quickly she
scrambled to twist around to prop her hands on Malfoy's shoulders and offer him her full, pert
arse.

"Please," she groaned, gazing at him over her shoulder with a ragged look. He could swear
she almost wiggled at him, trying to draw him in as quickly as possible. That was her level of
desperation for an orgasm, that she would flaunt herself like that to draw in a man ten years
her senior (when all the math sussed out), just so she could get off.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you, kitten?"

Her face blushed as red as those little shorts she wore around the house. Sirius wondered now
if she'd worn them on purpose. If she'd known what she was doing to him, showing off her
ass and the faint wetness he sometimes spotted on her knickers. Had she been getting wet at
the thought of this? At the idea of her sitting down on his cock?
"Yes, I am," Hermione pleaded, sticking herself out further.

Sirius took his cock and ran it through her folds to gather her natural arousal, then rubbed it
up and down himself a few times to make sure he was well-lubricated.

"Get on the bed," Malfoy muttered, watching Sirius stroke himself with an unnerving
intensity. "I want to watch you stretch her out."

Sirius knelt behind Hermione, cupping her arse and pulling apart her cheeks to see that
perfect little star waiting for him. He pressed his tip at her entrance and began to push.

Gods, she was so tight. He gritted with the effort to work his tip past her ring, then she cried
out and clutched at Malfoy's shoulders.

"It's big, he's too big," she protested. Malfoy scooted closer to her, softly kissing her mouth
and stroking the sides of her face.

"He's not too big, love, I promise," he murmured. "You're doing so well."

Sirius pushed forward, sinking ever so slightly further into her hot passage.

"Draco, I don't know - "

"You're making me so happy, Hermione. And you're making him so happy."

Happy seemed like such a small word for the grip Hermione's ass had on his cock. Sirius
huffed with some effort, trying to push himself further into her, but she was so tight around
him, and he was already straining against her so hard -

"Please," she begged, tucking her head against Malfoy's chest.

"You're such a good girl," he promised. "He's just going to stretch you a little more, okay? I
can help."

Malfoy slid his hands down to her hips and started forcing her back against Sirius.

Sirius' mouth dropped open in excruciating pleasure at the tight slide. Something in
Hermione gave just enough, and he sank into her more, and then more again with Draco's
insistence pushing, and with one final snap on his hips, he's fully seated in her ass.

Hermione cried out as Sirius lodged himself firmly in her. Gods, he was like a baseball bat,
stretching her out more than she knew she could. It hurt to accommodate his size, and she
thought about crying out their safe word as Sirius had forced his way into her, but the pain
also felt so perfect, and all she could think about was feeling Draco in her at the same time
and finally, finally getting to peak around two perfect cocks, and all the praise that Draco
would heap on her once she made it through her orgasm.
"Perfect," Sirius hissed behind her, thrusting up into her with an experimental twist. "Godric,
Hermione, you have such a perfect ass, I could - " He groaned and pulled out a little more
this time, giving her a harder thrust, pushing her forward into Draco.

"Are you ready to come, love?" Draco whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to feel you shake on
my cock."

"Yes, please, I'm ready."

Sirius stilled behind her. Draco lined up his cock with her soaked entrance and entered her in
one violent thrust.

There was a perfect moment of fullness where she could feel both of them throbbing inside of
her, and she moaned with delirium.

"Please."

And they began to move.

"I bet you never thought you could take this much cock, huh?" Draco growled in her ear. "I
bet you always thought you were too good for this."

"No," she protested with a gasp. "I never - I'm not too good - "

Sirius dug his fingers into her hips and picked up his pace. "Not good? So you've been
teasing me on purpose, have you?"

Hermione shook her head desperately.

"I didn't mean to - "

"Yes, you did," snapped Draco, dragging a hand through her curls to yank her head to the
side. He ran his tongue up the length of her neck, and she cried out at the sensation. "You did
the same thing to me, running around the Ministry with your little skirts, bending over my
desk, just asking me to fuck you."

"Please, harder, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, but I need you harder," she begged.

They responded in kind. Whatever semblance of control Draco had was lost, and he bucked
into her like an animal, biting down on her shoulder. Sirius felt like he kept getting bigger
with every stroke in her ass, and with a growl, he gripped her hips with inhuman strength and
pistoned in and out of her.

"Fuck - fuck me - Hermione - " Sirius gasped behind her.

Draco grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his stormy silver eyes. "You come with me,
you hear me? With me. Mine."

"Yes - yes - yours - " She ran her fingers through his hair and down to his shoulders, gripping
him hard to keep herself grounded against the sensations running through her.
Sirius cried out, and Hermione felt his cock throb in her, hot cum flooding her ass. Gods, it's
too much, she -

"Draco, I can't - please - " she whined.

"Mine," he growled, fucking into her. "Mine, mine, mine." Each word was punctuated with a
deep thrust that pushed all the way into her.

Sirius groaned and pulled her back fully onto his hard, dripping cock, pinning down her hips
so that Draco could better leverage his furious rutting. She didn't know how much longer
she'd be able to take his bruising pace. Her body was shaking with the effort of holding back.

"You're such a good - " Draco gasped, unable to form a complete thought. "Come on me,
Hermione, come on my cock with your perfect little pussy, I want to feel - "

Hermione came apart around him with a scream, throwing her head back against Sirius'
shoulder. He moaned in her ear at the sensation of her ass bearing down on his cock,
squeezing the last bit of cum out of him.

"That's it love, milk my cock, take it - take it - " And then Draco was pumping her full,
making sure that she didn't miss a single drop of his seed as her head rolled down to his
shoulder, panting and moaning against him as her walls clenched down around his cock,
shaking as her orgasm throbbed through her body, particularly where she was joined to Draco
and Sirius.

Sirius lifted up her hips just enough to slide out his softening erection, and they all groaned at
the sensation. Draco thrust into her one more time just to make sure he was entirely spent,
desperate to hold on to this bliss for as long as he could. Sirius' cum dripped down the back
of her thighs, and he reached down to rub it over her sore asshole. Hermione twitched and
gasped against the soft touch, groaning softly into Draco's ear.

"You were so good, love," he murmured as he stroked her curls. "Wasn't she, Black?"

"Such a good little kitten," Sirius nodded, taking a moment to massage her bruised arse
before he grabbed his sweats off the floor.

Sirius pulled on his discarded sweats and gazed over Malfoy and Hermione laying in her bed.
Malfoy was finally sliding out of her and whispering in her ear and reaching down to push
his spend back into her. The red shorts - his favorite shorts - were abandoned a few feet away,
and he relished the thought of seeing her wear them again night after night.

"Black?" Malfoy muttered.

Sirius looked over at him. He wondered if Malfoy would warn him away now that their tryst
had ended.

"Her cunt is mine. Exclusively. But everything else... " He ran a possessive hand over the
curve of Hermione's perfect arse. "Everything else is the lady's choice."
Sirius bared his teeth in a pleased and satisfied grin and, with a nod of agreement, shut the
door behind him on his way out.
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