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ceredwensirius Oct. 29th, 2010 08:50 pm)
ceredwensirius Oct. 29th, 2010 08:50 pm)The R/S Games have once again come to an end. It's been a wonderful month of fic and art and I am sad to see it end. Shame we can't play year round, but then what would we look forward to?
TEAM AU!!
Art
Sand Castles, Or The Lack Thereof They've come such a long way this past year, Remus thinks, you would hardly recognize them for the shy, cringing boy freed from his relative's neglect and the broken man liberated from prison.
Sirius, Harry, and Remus are happy family at the beach. Do I need to say anything more?
Fic
If I Fell Healer Sirius Black knew he shouldn't fall in love with a patient, especially when the patient was his cousin's boyfriend.
Very cute story with an interesting premise.
A Little Death During the summer holidays Sirius overhears his father and his cousin’s awful fiancé talking about abducting an illegal animagus. He and the Marauders set out to save the boy.
The author noted that this story was influenced by the movie Stand By Me. I definitely got that feeling from this. Its an incredibly enjoyable read with a surprise ending.
Team Canon
Art
Confessions on Hold I'm really all right," Remus repeated, wiping at his eye. "Sometimes I just get overwhelmed, you know that." He let out a shuddering breath and smiled. "What was it you wanted, now?" Sirius paused, hand half on Remus' elbow. Even though he had worked up the courage, telling Remus now would probably just make the poor boy cry more. Shaking his head slowly, Sirius tried to force a small smile.
Gorgeous MWPP Era art.
Fic
All Love Is Sweet How can you tell when things changed? And when do you stop living in the past and start embracing the future?
Lovely, bittersweet piece; the author did a great job creating first war ambience.
And that, as they say, is that. It's been an awfully good games. Kind of melancholy this year. The stories and art themselves, I mean. On the whole, there was not a lot of happiness to be had in the lives of our boys. The quality was excellent though. I've had such a good time. Ah, well. Until next year.
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crack_broom this month. It was a lot of fun and I look forward to doing it again, but two months in a row was a bit much for me. I'm pleased with my choices though and could have recc'd a 100 more. I fly rarest reccer in January (I think) and since I'm positive Sirius/Hermione won't be a featured pair (there's only me and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
satinvalkyrie that's ever flown the ship), I'll be focusing on the ship then as well.
Fic
Title: Then Shall I Know
Author:darsynia
Length/Word Count: ~152,600
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: On LJ For navigation use the links to the chapters on the right hand side of the page.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG
Author's Website: Fanfiction.net
Why everyone should read this: Every pairing has that one fic that is almost universally accepted as the favorite, and in this pairing, I would have to say that this is that fic. I've seen this fic casually recc'd around or a part of rec lists for the pairing more than any other in this ship. The story is a familiar one in Sirius/Hermione and that is Hermione, through some means or another, goes back to the time of the Marauders. What sets this fic a part from the rest is that it is a careful, considered character study of Sirius, Remus, Snape and Hermione with up close looks at Peter and James as well.darsynia's writing style is at once easy to read and rich in detail and pulls you in completely to this alternate reality where Hermione meets, and though she tries not to, falls in love with a young Sirius. darsynia never insults your intelligence with a trite, unbelievable plot or story details, but offers you a lush, believable look at the Marauders and how Hermione (Hermia James - protocol demands that Hermione change her name for these stories) might have interacted with them. Though I do love Sirius in this story, her characterization of Remus is one of my favorites and if you don't already love him, though he is unpaired here, you will adore him after reading this. The only caveat is that this story, at 48 chapters, is incomplete and updated at the rate of about 1 chapter per year. This is one story I really do hope you take the time to read. If I could only rec one in this pairing, this would be the story.
Sirius was a little worried. He was actually paying attention in History of Magic class—to the lesson, no less. All because Lily, Hermia, and Remus had engaged in a lively debate about the Goblin Rebellions (he never thought he'd describe a discussion on such a thing as 'lively') at breakfast, and he'd been completely lost. Sirius likened this sudden change of heart to the lengths James had gone to for Lily when she'd wanted a picture of the two of them in front of his parents' house that summer—with his hair combed and laying flat.
It was doing about as much good—the image of Lily and James cycled through a very pleasant image of two peaceful individuals in front of the wisteria-covered arbor that led to the steps of the Potter's front porch—until James' image sneezes and his hair morphs back to its natural state, and Lily's image throws up her hands in disgust. Sirius had thought it was quite representative of their relationship, really. Unfortunately, his retention of knowledge in History of Magic class was going about as well as could be expected—not at all.
"Well, that was completely over my head," he remarked to Lupin as they walked along the hallway to Transfiguration class. Remus laughed.
"History tends to be a cumulative thing, Padfoot," he said as he clapped Sirius on the back. "Still, you must truly care for her if you've begun listening to Professor Binns."
"Moony, someday you're going to fall in love, and then James and I will be able to torment you to within an inch of your life," Sirius said crossly, not even realizing the full import of what he said.
"Well, until then, I just want you to know, Sirius—" Remus had taken on a very serious tone of voice, and his friend stopped to listen, assuming that whatever Lupin was about to say would be profound. "—your socks don't match."
"I hope whoever you fall in love with drives you slowly insane until you can't tell which way is up without her telling you," Sirius said disgustedly.
"As long as she picks out my socks for me," Remus said in an infuriatingly cheerful voice, "I'll be happy."
Title: Emptiness
Author:satinvalkyrie
Length/Word Count: 2,880
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I know of.
Pairing: Hermione/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Warning: dubious consent, felching, semi-public sex,
Author's Website: She doesn't have one that I know of. Her work is scattered across a variety of comms with only a handful of things posted on her livejournal.
Why everyone should read this:satinvalkyire is probably my personal favorite writer in Sirius/Hermione. She had a love of playing with the sacred and profane in her writing, and at its heart, that is what the ship is all about; pure, virginal (or just sanctimonious) Hermione juxtaposed with jaded, world-weary Sirius. This theme plays out over and over across many authors and stories but none were so good at capturing it the way SV did. This is a short piece that paints a vivd picture of Sirius' troubled mind and why he thinks he needs her. Hermione plays her role dutifully, and in true SV fashion there are no happy endings. This piece is a little bit dark and a whole lot sad and is one of my favorites from her catalog.
"Say it," he barked, stepping forward and turning her into the side of the doorway, pushing her against the frame, bending her nearly in half as he dragged her back onto him, pushed up into her, emptied and filled her and filled the air with soft purring snarls and ragged groans. "Say you love me, say you want me. I'm real, dammit, I'm fucking real. I'm not-"
He bent over her back, kissing her shoulders, and she felt the dampness of his tears seeping through the thin fabric of her blouse, heard the half-sobs hitching in his breath, and she broke for him, her heart shattered for him, for his pain and desperation, for the yearning vulnerability that drove him even in this moment.
"Fucked up," she said, "You're so fucked up, Sirius."
Title: The Valient Never
Author:rj_lupins_kat
Length/Word Count: 168,615
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At her ficjournal
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: R
Author's Website:rjlk_kattales
Why everyone should read this: This is a wonderful adventure story that takes the essential Harry Potter storyline through Half-Blood Prince, adds some intrigue of the King Arthur tales variety, two previously thought-to-be-dead Black brothers, numerous interested suitors for Hermione, and a bit of romance.
Sirius Black… is… alive. Hermione's cerebral senses flailed, desperately grasping at the wholly inconceivable notion. He was Sirius. He'd said so himself. No one in their right mind would confess such an outrageous claim were he not truly said man, particularly considering said man's past. Exonerated though the black sheep Black was, the Ministry would still have issues with him. So he wasn't lying – couldn't be lying – and she was staring dumbstruck at a four-years-dead man. Her grip on the door latch behind tightened; her body shivered in pent-up emotion.
Before her he warily stood, tall, tan, healthy. Better than the recovering escapee of her fifth year, actually. No older. Younger, fresher was his aspect. Not a regression in age, per se, but a bloom to well-being, a reneging of struggle and worries. Niggling her consciousness was just what sort of regime it took to fill out like that from the gaunt, haunted man she'd known years ago. More the question, what sort of time did it take to achieve this prime state? How long had he been returned, playing the part of rock star sex god? Leaving everyone to believe he was gone, dead. The vision of incredulous miracle blurred before her, her memories dropping by, instead, reminding her of the four years since Sirius' disappearance.
Harry'd been inconsolable. Never letting on, he'd hid it well. Well, that is, until the Department of Mysteries had loomed before them again. Molly Weasley had felt shame for her treatment of the cousin of whom she'd adamantly disapproved. The Order had felt the blow, knowing yet another one of their own had fallen. She herself had felt guilt over her less-than-ambivalent attitude toward a man who'd lost his youth, his hope, his life in the middle of a cold northern sea. And Remus… oh, poor Remus. His one true friend left, a brother taken from him by more than prison walls for twelve years… reunited so briefly, only for Sirius to die without cause.
Well, perhaps not quite. Hermione's eyes narrowed in thought, her brows knitting in growing agitation.
Sirius was alive, well, walking this earth, breathing its air. Obviously. The proof stood before her in well-worn blue denim and gray knit pullover. He was alive… fit… healthy. Just how long had he been so? Just how long had he left his loved ones to mourn unnecessarily, cruelly allowing their grief to colour their every waking decision. Of the lot, Harry and Remus had suffered the most. Yet others had cared. And grieved. And he'd let them.
The bastard.
-o-
Sirius waited expectantly, uneasy. They were going to jump out at any moment, the Aurors, drawn forth by her slightest prearranged motion – a signal to claim he'd been found, identified, caught unarmed.
They didn't come.
Instead, he found himself studying the young witch before him. Familiar still, yet he could not make the connection. Intriguing though she was, his guard could not slip. Incarceration came from that. So did death. Or death of memory…
"…You can do better than that!" Taunting laughter.
The flash of recalled jeering snapped with the instance of a lightening strike. And it had been his voice. His laughter.
The storyline he felt to be memory was fleeting, and again he stood stark still before the subject of his latest stalking. But her face had changed. Contorting her expression were pursed lips, furrowed brows, narrowed eyes. Thinking, planning, choosing her words to share the story of his capture?
Hesitantly her steps broke from the doorframe, her tread slow, deliberate, direct. Studying him, was she? She stopped a half step before him, raised her chin and stared at him, her expression unreadable. Gently, reverently she reached out with her right hand, the limb trembling with the effort, placing it a hair's width from his cheek. Body heat radiated from her relaxed fingertips, their unsteadiness bringing barest contact fleetingly. With gossamer touch the tips confirmed his reality. Breaths held, his eyes locked on her taut features, hers unwavering from their point of contact.
Fingers fell, and Sirius leaned slightly away, wariness remaining. The next instant he never saw coming.
Crack!
What the bloody hell? Realization hit him an exhalation later as his panoramic view blurred by. She'd slapped him! The chit actually slapped him.
Title: The Good Die Young
Author: FairlightMuse
Length/Word Count: 6,089
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I have ever found.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating:
Author's Website: At ff.net.
Why everyone should read this: This fun, whimsical PWP is a part of the author's Frolic series. In each one shot the basic premise is that thanks to a malfunctioning Weasley product, two characters are forced into an awkward situation that they must then negotiate. They awake with no wand, no clothes, no light, and they don't know who is in bed with them. Depsite it's shameless bid for a little smutty fun, the author does a splendid job of playing the characters off one another. A light humorous tone is maintained throughout and the dialog is loads of fun.
" Sirius, you are making me very uncomfortable." she said.
" I never let a woman leave my bed without a smile..." he sang at her, just before he sprang forward to kiss her.
He just brushed her lips when Hermione yelped and leapt from the bed, taking the blanket with her.
" Sirius! Just what do you..oh, goodness you're naked!" she whirled around completely, and he grinned at both her embarrassment, and the peek at her bum she had unwittingly allowed.
" So are you." he replied. The difference was, that he didn't care one bit if she saw him.
" Well...cover yourself, please."
" With what, dearest?"
" With clothes, with a sheet, with...with your hands."
" My clothes are not present in this room. Nor are yours, form the looks of things. There is no sheet, and I am afraid my hands won't work."
" Why not?" she demanded.
" They are too small, see?"
Hermione almost turned around.
" Are you always this disgusting?" she asked, hotly.
" Only with people I like."
Deciding to change the subject, she knelt down and tried to peer through one of the floor cracks.
" That's odd. I could swear that I heard people down there."
" What do you see?"
" Nothing. It's completely black."
" Know what I see?"
" What?"
" I see your blankie slipping." This was fun.
Title: Necessary By The Order
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Author:serade_black
Length/Word Count: 106,104
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At fanfiction.net: the story is easy to access here but all adult content has been removed. You can also find the story in its entirety (adult content included) at her ficjournal.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Author's Website:seradesfanfics
Why everyone should read this: Serade is another one of my all time favorite Sirius/Hermione authors with the added bonus that she loves Sirius almost as much as I do. Sirius/Hermione is the only pairing she writes in the Harry Potter fandom and all of her stories are my favorites. It was really hard to pick which of her stories to rec this month and I decided on this one because it is her oldest complete story, and because it is a Marriage Law fic. Marriage Law is my favorite trope and in this ship, this is the pinnacle. Necessary By The Order is another one of those stories that gets frequently recc'd and is well-loved in the Sirius/Hermione corner of fandom. Serade always delivers a carefully plotted fic, a slow-to-unfold romance that simmers until you think you are going to burst, and some of the hottest smut I've ever read in this pairing.
She watched Sirius stir two cups of coffee, “I think we’re secure enough when I ask you, don’t you think what you’re wearing is a little skimpy for house wear?”
Hermione crossed her legs and glanced down her tank top, taking note that she was probably showing a little more than necessary for running around the flat. “No, why? Do we have company coming this morning?”
He turned around, a cup in each hand, and set them down on the table. “No, just merely commenting that you might not be completely aware of how much you’re showing.”
There, he finally said it. Maybe now, she’d take the hint to put on more clothes around him, if she was going to lay around on her days and nights off. The temptation had just been too great and he was sure that if she kept her lack of clothes up, he was sure to say or do something that he might regret. It was better to nip it in the bud, before anything was to develop.
Hermione glanced down at her cup, making a mental note that he had learned to make her coffee the way she liked it. Feeling a little confident, she called him on it, “Does it bother you that I wear this? Does my lack of clothing offend you?”
He barked with laughter, quickly taking the cup away from his lips for fear that he might snort it out his nose, “Merlin’s Beard, no.” he chuckled, “Hell, if it was up to me, I’d rather have you walk around here naked. But, that’s just my opinion and by that, I’m sure I’ve said too much. I was just merely trying to point it out, before I accidentally released the inner animal in me. Remember, once the dog gets let out, I am no longer responsible for my actions.”
Hermione giggled and nodded, “Please, as if I would ever be your type?” she quickly threw out.
Sirius raised his eyebrows with interest as he went in for his coffee for a second time, “I don’t know. You might be. I don’t have a type.”
“Oh, don’t lie,” she played it cool and confident, but deep inside her heart was fluttering like a parakeet trying to break free, “I’ve seen the women you go out with.”
“What’s wrong with them? I happened to have gone out with nice girls before I was married,” he winked, carefully sipping his coffee and thoroughly loving the topic of conversation. Perhaps he’d be able to throw a few hints out there, to see if she’d bite.
Hermione giggled in the most mature way she knew how when she was serious in answering, “Oh, don’t give me that. I’ve seen all the kinds of girls you’ve gone out with and they all fit the same type.”
“You think so? Humor me, Hermione. Tell me what I don’t see.”
“They all seem to either be ten – fifteen years younger, very rarely have I seen you with women your age-“
Sirius snorted, quite taken with her observation and leaned back in his chair to listen to her in comfort.
“They either don’t have much to think on their own and make up for it with their physical attributes, or they only have their physical attributes to go on, alone. You love being doted on, you crave attention and you wish to be the only man in their life, but wish to have several women at your own disposal.”
Sirius couldn’t speak. He just sat there, with a dumb look on his face, never believing that he appeared like that to anyone, let alone, Hermione. For a second, and only a second he was embarrassed, but shook himself out of it to lean up and ask, “Then, what, pray tell, would be your type?”
Hermione swallowed the lump forming in her throat, “I’m not sure. I’ve gone out with a few different ones.”
“Like that quidditch player you fancied? What ever happened to him? He was a looker with security.” Sirius pried, sipping his coffee cup.
“We just grew apart.” She cleared her throat, “Not much more to that, really.”
“And Ron?”
She smiled, “Well, you know how that turned out.” She ducked her head, letting her curls hide her blushing cheeks.
A few moments passed between them where they felt like they had one on the other, but couldn’t help but grin at each other. Were one of them fishing and the other not biting? Or was it that they were both fishing, but neither of them had any bait?
Finally, Sirius emerged from behind his coffee cup and tried, “So, you don’t think a young, intelligent, clever pretty witch would ever be my type?”
Hermione quickly glanced up as fast as she glanced back down at her cup, “I don’t know. Said young witch might have to go out and buy a leather skirt, fishnets and stilettos to be your type.”
Sirius grinned, pleased that she took his bait, “Now, as much as I wouldn’t object to a young, intelligent, clever pretty witch wearing said leather skirt, fishnets and stilettos, I wouldn’t require it. Something tells me that by living with another young intelligent clever pretty witch, I’d be happy with whatever she’s already got.”
Title: Passion
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Author:inell
Length/Word Count: 4,330
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At Granger Enchanted Requires membership to view. or The Quidditch Pitch
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Rating: Bondage, Dirty Talk, Felching
Author's Website: Her stories at The Quidditch Pitch
Why everyone should read this:inell writes a lovely post-Veil Sirius. Here he is damaged, dark - but not dangerous, moody, and possessive. Her take on Hermione is one I adore, stubborn and willful, but also with the need to let someone else be in control sometimes. Sirius is definitely in control and it is exactly what Hermione needs. This short, scorching hot piece is definitely one of my favorites.
“Did you let him touch you?” Sirius asked suddenly, the first words he’d spoken since the party. His hands moved along her legs, beneath her robe, and his grip was tight as he questioned her.
“I most certainly did not,” she snapped, annoyed that he’d even ask such a question.
“You didn’t find someone to entertain you? Didn’t find some bloke to fuck you in the loo until you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming?” His words were uttered in a harsh, jealous tone and Hermione bit her lip when she felt his fingers move up her thighs.
“I refuse to answer such a ridiculous question,” she told him sharply, her eyes rolling back when his thumb brushed against her crotch of her knickers.
“You’re wet, love,” he murmured as he pressed harder and rubbed against her arse. “For me or for someone else, I wonder.”
Title: Door of Perception
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Author:aleathiel
Length/Word Count: 49468
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I can find.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating:
Warning: Mentions of rape.
Author's Website: Master List at Fiction Alley Master List on Livejournal
Why everyone should read this: It's rare to find a Sirius/Hermione written prior to the release of OOTP and this is a gem. The character interactions are endearing, maddening, and very human. Both Sirius and Hermione have trauma to overcome, and with each other, slowly find their way to healing.
When he returned just over an hour later his eyes instantly sought her out, finding her just where he had left her, but curled up now, her body shaking, her hands bruised and bloody where she had beat them on the stone. He gathered her up in his arms, leaving the trunk where he had Apparated. Her arms wound chokingly tight around his neck and her teeth were chattering so much that he could hardly make out the words. "Don't leave me...don't leave me...I can't be alone... come back...come back..."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here. Hermione? I'm here." He was scared. He had known that she was hurt, but she had appeared to be overcoming her fear. He had thought that she would be fine for the length of time it took him to get her trunk.
Her words were now incoherent, she was shivering and he wrapped her in his jacket. He suspected it wasn't the chilly March air that had caused the shiver however. He felt lost; he could hold her and soothe her, but he couldn't get through to her. He murmured her name over and over and gradually her panicked crying slowed into soundless sobs. He tried to get her to lift her head, to look at him, but she refused, her face nuzzled into his shoulder, her hands clutching at his back and hair. He kissed the top of her head over and over, just sitting, not knowing what to do other than to let her crying subside.
Down the valley a glint of emerald and gold caught his eye; scales flashing in the sunlight that was breaking through the clouds. "Hermione?" Maybe this would work. "Hermione. I think that there are dragons." No reaction, her face was still buried in the fabric of his shirt.
Over her head he watched. As it flew up the valley towards him he could see the dragon ever more clearly: wide, gleaming wings; multifaceted eyes.
Then he realised that they were looking for something. He sat very still and hoped that they weren't hunting. Not that they would be likely to attack humans; but they were still very large, very imposing-looking reptiles. "Hermione?" he tried again. "Turn around slowly. Very slowly. There are dragons flying down the valley."
This time she did stir. Silently, she moved her head a fraction, resting her cheek against his chest and looking out at the heathery hillside.
He felt rather than heard her gasp. The largest dragon turned, its huge wings beating so much air that Sirius could feel it as a wind even from where he sat. The gigantic scaled body swung in a wide arc and headed back up the valley away from them. Then it turned again and swooped gracefully back. It shot straight as an arrow towards a mountain peak in the distance then wheeled back again, gliding on invisible air currents. Then it tucked its wings in and dove down out of sight before swinging back upwards with such powerful ease that Sirius felt his breath catch in his throat. The creature turned, circling higher and higher and following the movements of the air, then it banked around and headed straight back down the valley, passed where they were sitting on a rush of air, to join the two smaller dragons who were still hovering like giant, reflective birds of prey, where Sirius had first seen them. As it soared past, he caught a glimpse of its huge, multi-faceted hawk-eye, scrutinising them. It made him feel uncomfortable, but at the same time relieved. It didn't stop so they were obviously not what it was looking for.
He scanned the mountainsides, trying to see among the rock and slate and heather and gorse what might have drawn the dragons here. At first he couldn't see anything, the clouds casting shadows across the uneven surfaces, pockets of darkness and expanses of sunlight. Then, down and across from where they sat, Sirius was certain that he saw a person move out from the shadow of a slate outcrop and walk down across the scree-laden grass. The figure was dresses in light colours and raised its arms up as if greeting the enormous reptile that approached it. Then the sun went back behind a cloud and the landscape darkened. By the time the dragon had moved enough for him to see, Sirius saw that the figure had gone.
Art
Title: Art of Love
Author:wickedswanz
Length/Word Count: 25,855
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None thaty
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Warning: Smidgeon of bondage
Author's Website: Her bio at ff.net
Why everyone should read this: For several years,wickedswanz was the reigning queen of smut in Sirius/Hermione. She writes a larger than life, ostentacious Sirius who is out to bring a little fun into severly repressed Hermione's life. Her stories are good fun, deliciously smutty, and this one is no exception. It's a standing favorite in the ship and a Sirius/Hermione classic. Hermione comes to Sirius with a small problem, and he is more than happy to help. Sirius and Hermione both will delight and frustrate in this piece of smutty goodness.
"Why me?" he asked quietly. "Not that I'm complaining, mind." That last delivered with his patented roguish grin, that never failed to make her knees weak and her pulse race.
"Well …" she started and paused to choose her words. "I have no intention of ever getting back together with Ronald and I don't really want another relationship right now either." She cringed, "Especially not if there's a possibility of said relationship ending for the same reason."
"Ah," he nodded with understanding. "You want to avoid all the emotional junk, and simply learn how to have sex?"
His straight out approach made her cheeks flush, and her eyes flashed with annoyance at the smirk on his full, sensual lips. "I know how to have sex," she snapped and blushed again at the words that had just escaped her. "I - I want you to teach me how to, do it well." She cringed at the way his eyes filled with amusement and her own mortification that she had even come up with such a ridiculous idea.
She jumped to her feet, her eyes flashing as she glared at the devilishly handsome marauder. "I swear Sirius Black if you laugh, I'll - I'll, tell Molly that you pinched my arse at the New Years Eve party!"
Sirius chuckled and signaled for her to sit back down. "Sweetheart, I have no intention of laughing at you." He reached his hand out to touch hers as he spoke, "But you know a man doesn't get a request like this every day."
Hermione smiled sheepishly. "I know, and I'm sorry. I just thought if there was one man who could help me, and who I would –" she nibbled her lip as she chose her words again, "—want to help me, it would be you."
Now here they were, in Sirius Black's room, his large hands cupping her face and his mouth dancing sensuously over hers. After he had agreed to her request they had decided on a time limit of one month, in which he would teach her how to please a man and discover her own sexuality. He gently nipped at her bottom lip and soothed with his tongue as he pushed her slowly back towards his large, king sized, four-poster bed.
"Three things, before we start," he murmured against her lips as he curled his arm behind her knees and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. "One, trust me. I'll never hurt you, and if I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or wrong, you tell me. I'm not some pathetic boy, I can take it." He looked seriously into her eyes as he lowered her to his bed and sat beside her. She nodded and he continued. "I will never lie to you, so anything I say to you can be taken as Merlin's own truth." She nodded again, her breath coming faster at the sound of his deep husky voice. "Three, if Molly finds out she will tear me a new one."
Hermione laughed nervously and bit at corner of her lip as she always did when deep in thought or nervous. "So, trust you, believe you, and shut up?"
Art
Title: gift art for Satinvalkyrie
Author:nassima
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I can find.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: R - nudity
Author's Website: Master List of Art
Why everyone should read this: I love this for everything implied in the scene. Hermione's fingers curling through Sirius' hair, Sirius holding onto her hand, and both of them so peaceful suggest more than a one off but something deeper. Not to mention her wild hair and his head resting on her stomach makes them look utterly exhausted. Smile.
Title: A Better View
Author:shellydkitty
Length/Word Count: N/A Art
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I can find
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Sirius is presented as Padfoot, but the author didn't consider it bestiality.
Author's Website: Her masterlist
Why everyone should read this: Because Padfoot looking up Hermione's skirt cracks me up every time. Dressed like a pin-up girl, Hermione makes her best attempt at tying back her ribbons and in the process, bends over just sooo. Padfoot looks so eager here, staring straight up her dress. It really is fun piece of art.
Title: What does your book say to do
Author:wandarer
Length/Word Count: N.A Art
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At the gallery of art for thebigbangblackout
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: R - NC17
Artist's Website: Her collection at deviantArt
Why everyone should view this: I will admit that this art was done for my submission to thebigbangblackout and so I was initially hesitant about reccing it. I really couldn't resist and it has nothing to do with my association with it. This is a simply gorgeous piece of art. The details and coloring in this are amazing in this piece. The tattoos on Sirius' arms are so finely detailed and his hair, oh his hair! This is definitely not safe for work, but is just too beautiful not to view.
Title: commission for ceredwensirius
Author:thanfiction
Length/Word Count: N/A Art
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At his deviantArt
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG
Author's Website: His deviantArt gallery orthanart
Why everyone should view this: I feel I should apologize that I'm once again reccing something I'm associated with, in this case being that I commissioned it. There isn't a great deal of Sirius/Hermione art out there, at least not that I've found, and I've spent countless hours searching. Andy always drew a Sirius I could believe in. This piece is just swooningly romantic. I love the wind whipping his hair into his face and that finger he's got pressed to her neck. It's a gorgeous piece and I hope you'll take a peek.
What else, what else... well, in just over a month we'll be getting more R/S atrs_small_gifts. EDIT: Eeek! I forgot! Bite size smutty puppy goodness is coming next month from mp_ldws! I don't want to do the space story anymore. I must have been high. Plus, I really want to keep the piece small. Has anyone seen gryffindor_j's prompts?
*wipes a little drool*
I want #2 so bad I can taste it. I don't know if I'll try for it, though. I mean, she's pretty well known, which means I'm more than a little intimidated. It feels more like aremuslives23 or eprime prompt, anyway. Also, I'm already in enough trouble with Hell at the moment.
*looks at Kinky Kristmas fic*
Still... might work up the courage to try.
Alright, off to do the newsletter.
TEAM AU!!
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Sand Castles, Or The Lack Thereof They've come such a long way this past year, Remus thinks, you would hardly recognize them for the shy, cringing boy freed from his relative's neglect and the broken man liberated from prison.
Sirius, Harry, and Remus are happy family at the beach. Do I need to say anything more?
Fic
If I Fell Healer Sirius Black knew he shouldn't fall in love with a patient, especially when the patient was his cousin's boyfriend.
Very cute story with an interesting premise.
A Little Death During the summer holidays Sirius overhears his father and his cousin’s awful fiancé talking about abducting an illegal animagus. He and the Marauders set out to save the boy.
The author noted that this story was influenced by the movie Stand By Me. I definitely got that feeling from this. Its an incredibly enjoyable read with a surprise ending.
Team Canon
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Confessions on Hold I'm really all right," Remus repeated, wiping at his eye. "Sometimes I just get overwhelmed, you know that." He let out a shuddering breath and smiled. "What was it you wanted, now?" Sirius paused, hand half on Remus' elbow. Even though he had worked up the courage, telling Remus now would probably just make the poor boy cry more. Shaking his head slowly, Sirius tried to force a small smile.
Gorgeous MWPP Era art.
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All Love Is Sweet How can you tell when things changed? And when do you stop living in the past and start embracing the future?
Lovely, bittersweet piece; the author did a great job creating first war ambience.
And that, as they say, is that. It's been an awfully good games. Kind of melancholy this year. The stories and art themselves, I mean. On the whole, there was not a lot of happiness to be had in the lives of our boys. The quality was excellent though. I've had such a good time. Ah, well. Until next year.
These are my Sirius/Hermione recs on
crack_broom this month. It was a lot of fun and I look forward to doing it again, but two months in a row was a bit much for me. I'm pleased with my choices though and could have recc'd a 100 more. I fly rarest reccer in January (I think) and since I'm positive Sirius/Hermione won't be a featured pair (there's only me and satinvalkyrie that's ever flown the ship), I'll be focusing on the ship then as well.Fic
Title: Then Shall I Know
Author:
darsyniaLength/Word Count: ~152,600
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: On LJ For navigation use the links to the chapters on the right hand side of the page.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG
Author's Website: Fanfiction.net
Why everyone should read this: Every pairing has that one fic that is almost universally accepted as the favorite, and in this pairing, I would have to say that this is that fic. I've seen this fic casually recc'd around or a part of rec lists for the pairing more than any other in this ship. The story is a familiar one in Sirius/Hermione and that is Hermione, through some means or another, goes back to the time of the Marauders. What sets this fic a part from the rest is that it is a careful, considered character study of Sirius, Remus, Snape and Hermione with up close looks at Peter and James as well.
darsynia's writing style is at once easy to read and rich in detail and pulls you in completely to this alternate reality where Hermione meets, and though she tries not to, falls in love with a young Sirius. darsynia never insults your intelligence with a trite, unbelievable plot or story details, but offers you a lush, believable look at the Marauders and how Hermione (Hermia James - protocol demands that Hermione change her name for these stories) might have interacted with them. Though I do love Sirius in this story, her characterization of Remus is one of my favorites and if you don't already love him, though he is unpaired here, you will adore him after reading this. The only caveat is that this story, at 48 chapters, is incomplete and updated at the rate of about 1 chapter per year. This is one story I really do hope you take the time to read. If I could only rec one in this pairing, this would be the story.Sirius was a little worried. He was actually paying attention in History of Magic class—to the lesson, no less. All because Lily, Hermia, and Remus had engaged in a lively debate about the Goblin Rebellions (he never thought he'd describe a discussion on such a thing as 'lively') at breakfast, and he'd been completely lost. Sirius likened this sudden change of heart to the lengths James had gone to for Lily when she'd wanted a picture of the two of them in front of his parents' house that summer—with his hair combed and laying flat.
It was doing about as much good—the image of Lily and James cycled through a very pleasant image of two peaceful individuals in front of the wisteria-covered arbor that led to the steps of the Potter's front porch—until James' image sneezes and his hair morphs back to its natural state, and Lily's image throws up her hands in disgust. Sirius had thought it was quite representative of their relationship, really. Unfortunately, his retention of knowledge in History of Magic class was going about as well as could be expected—not at all.
"Well, that was completely over my head," he remarked to Lupin as they walked along the hallway to Transfiguration class. Remus laughed.
"History tends to be a cumulative thing, Padfoot," he said as he clapped Sirius on the back. "Still, you must truly care for her if you've begun listening to Professor Binns."
"Moony, someday you're going to fall in love, and then James and I will be able to torment you to within an inch of your life," Sirius said crossly, not even realizing the full import of what he said.
"Well, until then, I just want you to know, Sirius—" Remus had taken on a very serious tone of voice, and his friend stopped to listen, assuming that whatever Lupin was about to say would be profound. "—your socks don't match."
"I hope whoever you fall in love with drives you slowly insane until you can't tell which way is up without her telling you," Sirius said disgustedly.
"As long as she picks out my socks for me," Remus said in an infuriatingly cheerful voice, "I'll be happy."
Title: Emptiness
Author:
satinvalkyrieLength/Word Count: 2,880
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I know of.
Pairing: Hermione/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Warning: dubious consent, felching, semi-public sex,
Author's Website: She doesn't have one that I know of. Her work is scattered across a variety of comms with only a handful of things posted on her livejournal.
Why everyone should read this:
satinvalkyire is probably my personal favorite writer in Sirius/Hermione. She had a love of playing with the sacred and profane in her writing, and at its heart, that is what the ship is all about; pure, virginal (or just sanctimonious) Hermione juxtaposed with jaded, world-weary Sirius. This theme plays out over and over across many authors and stories but none were so good at capturing it the way SV did. This is a short piece that paints a vivd picture of Sirius' troubled mind and why he thinks he needs her. Hermione plays her role dutifully, and in true SV fashion there are no happy endings. This piece is a little bit dark and a whole lot sad and is one of my favorites from her catalog."Say it," he barked, stepping forward and turning her into the side of the doorway, pushing her against the frame, bending her nearly in half as he dragged her back onto him, pushed up into her, emptied and filled her and filled the air with soft purring snarls and ragged groans. "Say you love me, say you want me. I'm real, dammit, I'm fucking real. I'm not-"
He bent over her back, kissing her shoulders, and she felt the dampness of his tears seeping through the thin fabric of her blouse, heard the half-sobs hitching in his breath, and she broke for him, her heart shattered for him, for his pain and desperation, for the yearning vulnerability that drove him even in this moment.
"Fucked up," she said, "You're so fucked up, Sirius."
Title: The Valient Never
Author:
rj_lupins_katLength/Word Count: 168,615
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At her ficjournal
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: R
Author's Website:
rjlk_kattalesWhy everyone should read this: This is a wonderful adventure story that takes the essential Harry Potter storyline through Half-Blood Prince, adds some intrigue of the King Arthur tales variety, two previously thought-to-be-dead Black brothers, numerous interested suitors for Hermione, and a bit of romance.
Sirius Black… is… alive. Hermione's cerebral senses flailed, desperately grasping at the wholly inconceivable notion. He was Sirius. He'd said so himself. No one in their right mind would confess such an outrageous claim were he not truly said man, particularly considering said man's past. Exonerated though the black sheep Black was, the Ministry would still have issues with him. So he wasn't lying – couldn't be lying – and she was staring dumbstruck at a four-years-dead man. Her grip on the door latch behind tightened; her body shivered in pent-up emotion.
Before her he warily stood, tall, tan, healthy. Better than the recovering escapee of her fifth year, actually. No older. Younger, fresher was his aspect. Not a regression in age, per se, but a bloom to well-being, a reneging of struggle and worries. Niggling her consciousness was just what sort of regime it took to fill out like that from the gaunt, haunted man she'd known years ago. More the question, what sort of time did it take to achieve this prime state? How long had he been returned, playing the part of rock star sex god? Leaving everyone to believe he was gone, dead. The vision of incredulous miracle blurred before her, her memories dropping by, instead, reminding her of the four years since Sirius' disappearance.
Harry'd been inconsolable. Never letting on, he'd hid it well. Well, that is, until the Department of Mysteries had loomed before them again. Molly Weasley had felt shame for her treatment of the cousin of whom she'd adamantly disapproved. The Order had felt the blow, knowing yet another one of their own had fallen. She herself had felt guilt over her less-than-ambivalent attitude toward a man who'd lost his youth, his hope, his life in the middle of a cold northern sea. And Remus… oh, poor Remus. His one true friend left, a brother taken from him by more than prison walls for twelve years… reunited so briefly, only for Sirius to die without cause.
Well, perhaps not quite. Hermione's eyes narrowed in thought, her brows knitting in growing agitation.
Sirius was alive, well, walking this earth, breathing its air. Obviously. The proof stood before her in well-worn blue denim and gray knit pullover. He was alive… fit… healthy. Just how long had he been so? Just how long had he left his loved ones to mourn unnecessarily, cruelly allowing their grief to colour their every waking decision. Of the lot, Harry and Remus had suffered the most. Yet others had cared. And grieved. And he'd let them.
The bastard.
Sirius waited expectantly, uneasy. They were going to jump out at any moment, the Aurors, drawn forth by her slightest prearranged motion – a signal to claim he'd been found, identified, caught unarmed.
They didn't come.
Instead, he found himself studying the young witch before him. Familiar still, yet he could not make the connection. Intriguing though she was, his guard could not slip. Incarceration came from that. So did death. Or death of memory…
"…You can do better than that!" Taunting laughter.
The flash of recalled jeering snapped with the instance of a lightening strike. And it had been his voice. His laughter.
The storyline he felt to be memory was fleeting, and again he stood stark still before the subject of his latest stalking. But her face had changed. Contorting her expression were pursed lips, furrowed brows, narrowed eyes. Thinking, planning, choosing her words to share the story of his capture?
Hesitantly her steps broke from the doorframe, her tread slow, deliberate, direct. Studying him, was she? She stopped a half step before him, raised her chin and stared at him, her expression unreadable. Gently, reverently she reached out with her right hand, the limb trembling with the effort, placing it a hair's width from his cheek. Body heat radiated from her relaxed fingertips, their unsteadiness bringing barest contact fleetingly. With gossamer touch the tips confirmed his reality. Breaths held, his eyes locked on her taut features, hers unwavering from their point of contact.
Fingers fell, and Sirius leaned slightly away, wariness remaining. The next instant he never saw coming.
Crack!
What the bloody hell? Realization hit him an exhalation later as his panoramic view blurred by. She'd slapped him! The chit actually slapped him.
Title: The Good Die Young
Author: FairlightMuse
Length/Word Count: 6,089
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I have ever found.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating:
Author's Website: At ff.net.
Why everyone should read this: This fun, whimsical PWP is a part of the author's Frolic series. In each one shot the basic premise is that thanks to a malfunctioning Weasley product, two characters are forced into an awkward situation that they must then negotiate. They awake with no wand, no clothes, no light, and they don't know who is in bed with them. Depsite it's shameless bid for a little smutty fun, the author does a splendid job of playing the characters off one another. A light humorous tone is maintained throughout and the dialog is loads of fun.
" Sirius, you are making me very uncomfortable." she said.
" I never let a woman leave my bed without a smile..." he sang at her, just before he sprang forward to kiss her.
He just brushed her lips when Hermione yelped and leapt from the bed, taking the blanket with her.
" Sirius! Just what do you..oh, goodness you're naked!" she whirled around completely, and he grinned at both her embarrassment, and the peek at her bum she had unwittingly allowed.
" So are you." he replied. The difference was, that he didn't care one bit if she saw him.
" Well...cover yourself, please."
" With what, dearest?"
" With clothes, with a sheet, with...with your hands."
" My clothes are not present in this room. Nor are yours, form the looks of things. There is no sheet, and I am afraid my hands won't work."
" Why not?" she demanded.
" They are too small, see?"
Hermione almost turned around.
" Are you always this disgusting?" she asked, hotly.
" Only with people I like."
Deciding to change the subject, she knelt down and tried to peer through one of the floor cracks.
" That's odd. I could swear that I heard people down there."
" What do you see?"
" Nothing. It's completely black."
" Know what I see?"
" What?"
" I see your blankie slipping." This was fun.
Title: Necessary By The Order
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Author:
serade_blackLength/Word Count: 106,104
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At fanfiction.net: the story is easy to access here but all adult content has been removed. You can also find the story in its entirety (adult content included) at her ficjournal.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Author's Website:
seradesfanficsWhy everyone should read this: Serade is another one of my all time favorite Sirius/Hermione authors with the added bonus that she loves Sirius almost as much as I do. Sirius/Hermione is the only pairing she writes in the Harry Potter fandom and all of her stories are my favorites. It was really hard to pick which of her stories to rec this month and I decided on this one because it is her oldest complete story, and because it is a Marriage Law fic. Marriage Law is my favorite trope and in this ship, this is the pinnacle. Necessary By The Order is another one of those stories that gets frequently recc'd and is well-loved in the Sirius/Hermione corner of fandom. Serade always delivers a carefully plotted fic, a slow-to-unfold romance that simmers until you think you are going to burst, and some of the hottest smut I've ever read in this pairing.
She watched Sirius stir two cups of coffee, “I think we’re secure enough when I ask you, don’t you think what you’re wearing is a little skimpy for house wear?”
Hermione crossed her legs and glanced down her tank top, taking note that she was probably showing a little more than necessary for running around the flat. “No, why? Do we have company coming this morning?”
He turned around, a cup in each hand, and set them down on the table. “No, just merely commenting that you might not be completely aware of how much you’re showing.”
There, he finally said it. Maybe now, she’d take the hint to put on more clothes around him, if she was going to lay around on her days and nights off. The temptation had just been too great and he was sure that if she kept her lack of clothes up, he was sure to say or do something that he might regret. It was better to nip it in the bud, before anything was to develop.
Hermione glanced down at her cup, making a mental note that he had learned to make her coffee the way she liked it. Feeling a little confident, she called him on it, “Does it bother you that I wear this? Does my lack of clothing offend you?”
He barked with laughter, quickly taking the cup away from his lips for fear that he might snort it out his nose, “Merlin’s Beard, no.” he chuckled, “Hell, if it was up to me, I’d rather have you walk around here naked. But, that’s just my opinion and by that, I’m sure I’ve said too much. I was just merely trying to point it out, before I accidentally released the inner animal in me. Remember, once the dog gets let out, I am no longer responsible for my actions.”
Hermione giggled and nodded, “Please, as if I would ever be your type?” she quickly threw out.
Sirius raised his eyebrows with interest as he went in for his coffee for a second time, “I don’t know. You might be. I don’t have a type.”
“Oh, don’t lie,” she played it cool and confident, but deep inside her heart was fluttering like a parakeet trying to break free, “I’ve seen the women you go out with.”
“What’s wrong with them? I happened to have gone out with nice girls before I was married,” he winked, carefully sipping his coffee and thoroughly loving the topic of conversation. Perhaps he’d be able to throw a few hints out there, to see if she’d bite.
Hermione giggled in the most mature way she knew how when she was serious in answering, “Oh, don’t give me that. I’ve seen all the kinds of girls you’ve gone out with and they all fit the same type.”
“You think so? Humor me, Hermione. Tell me what I don’t see.”
“They all seem to either be ten – fifteen years younger, very rarely have I seen you with women your age-“
Sirius snorted, quite taken with her observation and leaned back in his chair to listen to her in comfort.
“They either don’t have much to think on their own and make up for it with their physical attributes, or they only have their physical attributes to go on, alone. You love being doted on, you crave attention and you wish to be the only man in their life, but wish to have several women at your own disposal.”
Sirius couldn’t speak. He just sat there, with a dumb look on his face, never believing that he appeared like that to anyone, let alone, Hermione. For a second, and only a second he was embarrassed, but shook himself out of it to lean up and ask, “Then, what, pray tell, would be your type?”
Hermione swallowed the lump forming in her throat, “I’m not sure. I’ve gone out with a few different ones.”
“Like that quidditch player you fancied? What ever happened to him? He was a looker with security.” Sirius pried, sipping his coffee cup.
“We just grew apart.” She cleared her throat, “Not much more to that, really.”
“And Ron?”
She smiled, “Well, you know how that turned out.” She ducked her head, letting her curls hide her blushing cheeks.
A few moments passed between them where they felt like they had one on the other, but couldn’t help but grin at each other. Were one of them fishing and the other not biting? Or was it that they were both fishing, but neither of them had any bait?
Finally, Sirius emerged from behind his coffee cup and tried, “So, you don’t think a young, intelligent, clever pretty witch would ever be my type?”
Hermione quickly glanced up as fast as she glanced back down at her cup, “I don’t know. Said young witch might have to go out and buy a leather skirt, fishnets and stilettos to be your type.”
Sirius grinned, pleased that she took his bait, “Now, as much as I wouldn’t object to a young, intelligent, clever pretty witch wearing said leather skirt, fishnets and stilettos, I wouldn’t require it. Something tells me that by living with another young intelligent clever pretty witch, I’d be happy with whatever she’s already got.”
Title: Passion
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Author:
inellLength/Word Count: 4,330
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At Granger Enchanted Requires membership to view. or The Quidditch Pitch
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Rating: Bondage, Dirty Talk, Felching
Author's Website: Her stories at The Quidditch Pitch
Why everyone should read this:
inell writes a lovely post-Veil Sirius. Here he is damaged, dark - but not dangerous, moody, and possessive. Her take on Hermione is one I adore, stubborn and willful, but also with the need to let someone else be in control sometimes. Sirius is definitely in control and it is exactly what Hermione needs. This short, scorching hot piece is definitely one of my favorites.“Did you let him touch you?” Sirius asked suddenly, the first words he’d spoken since the party. His hands moved along her legs, beneath her robe, and his grip was tight as he questioned her.
“I most certainly did not,” she snapped, annoyed that he’d even ask such a question.
“You didn’t find someone to entertain you? Didn’t find some bloke to fuck you in the loo until you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming?” His words were uttered in a harsh, jealous tone and Hermione bit her lip when she felt his fingers move up her thighs.
“I refuse to answer such a ridiculous question,” she told him sharply, her eyes rolling back when his thumb brushed against her crotch of her knickers.
“You’re wet, love,” he murmured as he pressed harder and rubbed against her arse. “For me or for someone else, I wonder.”
Title: Door of Perception
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Author:
aleathielLength/Word Count: 49468
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I can find.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating:
Warning: Mentions of rape.
Author's Website: Master List at Fiction Alley Master List on Livejournal
Why everyone should read this: It's rare to find a Sirius/Hermione written prior to the release of OOTP and this is a gem. The character interactions are endearing, maddening, and very human. Both Sirius and Hermione have trauma to overcome, and with each other, slowly find their way to healing.
When he returned just over an hour later his eyes instantly sought her out, finding her just where he had left her, but curled up now, her body shaking, her hands bruised and bloody where she had beat them on the stone. He gathered her up in his arms, leaving the trunk where he had Apparated. Her arms wound chokingly tight around his neck and her teeth were chattering so much that he could hardly make out the words. "Don't leave me...don't leave me...I can't be alone... come back...come back..."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here. Hermione? I'm here." He was scared. He had known that she was hurt, but she had appeared to be overcoming her fear. He had thought that she would be fine for the length of time it took him to get her trunk.
Her words were now incoherent, she was shivering and he wrapped her in his jacket. He suspected it wasn't the chilly March air that had caused the shiver however. He felt lost; he could hold her and soothe her, but he couldn't get through to her. He murmured her name over and over and gradually her panicked crying slowed into soundless sobs. He tried to get her to lift her head, to look at him, but she refused, her face nuzzled into his shoulder, her hands clutching at his back and hair. He kissed the top of her head over and over, just sitting, not knowing what to do other than to let her crying subside.
Down the valley a glint of emerald and gold caught his eye; scales flashing in the sunlight that was breaking through the clouds. "Hermione?" Maybe this would work. "Hermione. I think that there are dragons." No reaction, her face was still buried in the fabric of his shirt.
Over her head he watched. As it flew up the valley towards him he could see the dragon ever more clearly: wide, gleaming wings; multifaceted eyes.
Then he realised that they were looking for something. He sat very still and hoped that they weren't hunting. Not that they would be likely to attack humans; but they were still very large, very imposing-looking reptiles. "Hermione?" he tried again. "Turn around slowly. Very slowly. There are dragons flying down the valley."
This time she did stir. Silently, she moved her head a fraction, resting her cheek against his chest and looking out at the heathery hillside.
He felt rather than heard her gasp. The largest dragon turned, its huge wings beating so much air that Sirius could feel it as a wind even from where he sat. The gigantic scaled body swung in a wide arc and headed back up the valley away from them. Then it turned again and swooped gracefully back. It shot straight as an arrow towards a mountain peak in the distance then wheeled back again, gliding on invisible air currents. Then it tucked its wings in and dove down out of sight before swinging back upwards with such powerful ease that Sirius felt his breath catch in his throat. The creature turned, circling higher and higher and following the movements of the air, then it banked around and headed straight back down the valley, passed where they were sitting on a rush of air, to join the two smaller dragons who were still hovering like giant, reflective birds of prey, where Sirius had first seen them. As it soared past, he caught a glimpse of its huge, multi-faceted hawk-eye, scrutinising them. It made him feel uncomfortable, but at the same time relieved. It didn't stop so they were obviously not what it was looking for.
He scanned the mountainsides, trying to see among the rock and slate and heather and gorse what might have drawn the dragons here. At first he couldn't see anything, the clouds casting shadows across the uneven surfaces, pockets of darkness and expanses of sunlight. Then, down and across from where they sat, Sirius was certain that he saw a person move out from the shadow of a slate outcrop and walk down across the scree-laden grass. The figure was dresses in light colours and raised its arms up as if greeting the enormous reptile that approached it. Then the sun went back behind a cloud and the landscape darkened. By the time the dragon had moved enough for him to see, Sirius saw that the figure had gone.
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Title: Art of Love
Author:
wickedswanzLength/Word Count: 25,855
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None thaty
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: NC17
Warning: Smidgeon of bondage
Author's Website: Her bio at ff.net
Why everyone should read this: For several years,
wickedswanz was the reigning queen of smut in Sirius/Hermione. She writes a larger than life, ostentacious Sirius who is out to bring a little fun into severly repressed Hermione's life. Her stories are good fun, deliciously smutty, and this one is no exception. It's a standing favorite in the ship and a Sirius/Hermione classic. Hermione comes to Sirius with a small problem, and he is more than happy to help. Sirius and Hermione both will delight and frustrate in this piece of smutty goodness."Why me?" he asked quietly. "Not that I'm complaining, mind." That last delivered with his patented roguish grin, that never failed to make her knees weak and her pulse race.
"Well …" she started and paused to choose her words. "I have no intention of ever getting back together with Ronald and I don't really want another relationship right now either." She cringed, "Especially not if there's a possibility of said relationship ending for the same reason."
"Ah," he nodded with understanding. "You want to avoid all the emotional junk, and simply learn how to have sex?"
His straight out approach made her cheeks flush, and her eyes flashed with annoyance at the smirk on his full, sensual lips. "I know how to have sex," she snapped and blushed again at the words that had just escaped her. "I - I want you to teach me how to, do it well." She cringed at the way his eyes filled with amusement and her own mortification that she had even come up with such a ridiculous idea.
She jumped to her feet, her eyes flashing as she glared at the devilishly handsome marauder. "I swear Sirius Black if you laugh, I'll - I'll, tell Molly that you pinched my arse at the New Years Eve party!"
Sirius chuckled and signaled for her to sit back down. "Sweetheart, I have no intention of laughing at you." He reached his hand out to touch hers as he spoke, "But you know a man doesn't get a request like this every day."
Hermione smiled sheepishly. "I know, and I'm sorry. I just thought if there was one man who could help me, and who I would –" she nibbled her lip as she chose her words again, "—want to help me, it would be you."
Now here they were, in Sirius Black's room, his large hands cupping her face and his mouth dancing sensuously over hers. After he had agreed to her request they had decided on a time limit of one month, in which he would teach her how to please a man and discover her own sexuality. He gently nipped at her bottom lip and soothed with his tongue as he pushed her slowly back towards his large, king sized, four-poster bed.
"Three things, before we start," he murmured against her lips as he curled his arm behind her knees and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. "One, trust me. I'll never hurt you, and if I do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or wrong, you tell me. I'm not some pathetic boy, I can take it." He looked seriously into her eyes as he lowered her to his bed and sat beside her. She nodded and he continued. "I will never lie to you, so anything I say to you can be taken as Merlin's own truth." She nodded again, her breath coming faster at the sound of his deep husky voice. "Three, if Molly finds out she will tear me a new one."
Hermione laughed nervously and bit at corner of her lip as she always did when deep in thought or nervous. "So, trust you, believe you, and shut up?"
Art
Title: gift art for Satinvalkyrie
Author:
nassimaAlternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I can find.
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: R - nudity
Author's Website: Master List of Art
Why everyone should read this: I love this for everything implied in the scene. Hermione's fingers curling through Sirius' hair, Sirius holding onto her hand, and both of them so peaceful suggest more than a one off but something deeper. Not to mention her wild hair and his head resting on her stomach makes them look utterly exhausted. Smile.
Title: A Better View
Author:
shellydkittyLength/Word Count: N/A Art
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: None that I can find
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Sirius is presented as Padfoot, but the author didn't consider it bestiality.
Author's Website: Her masterlist
Why everyone should read this: Because Padfoot looking up Hermione's skirt cracks me up every time. Dressed like a pin-up girl, Hermione makes her best attempt at tying back her ribbons and in the process, bends over just sooo. Padfoot looks so eager here, staring straight up her dress. It really is fun piece of art.
Title: What does your book say to do
Author:
wandarerLength/Word Count: N.A Art
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At the gallery of art for the
bigbangblackoutPairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: R - NC17
Artist's Website: Her collection at deviantArt
Why everyone should view this: I will admit that this art was done for my submission to the
bigbangblackout and so I was initially hesitant about reccing it. I really couldn't resist and it has nothing to do with my association with it. This is a simply gorgeous piece of art. The details and coloring in this are amazing in this piece. The tattoos on Sirius' arms are so finely detailed and his hair, oh his hair! This is definitely not safe for work, but is just too beautiful not to view.Title: commission for ceredwensirius
Author:
thanfictionLength/Word Count: N/A Art
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: At his deviantArt
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG
Author's Website: His deviantArt gallery or
thanartWhy everyone should view this: I feel I should apologize that I'm once again reccing something I'm associated with, in this case being that I commissioned it. There isn't a great deal of Sirius/Hermione art out there, at least not that I've found, and I've spent countless hours searching. Andy always drew a Sirius I could believe in. This piece is just swooningly romantic. I love the wind whipping his hair into his face and that finger he's got pressed to her neck. It's a gorgeous piece and I hope you'll take a peek.
What else, what else... well, in just over a month we'll be getting more R/S at
rs_small_gifts. EDIT: Eeek! I forgot! Bite size smutty puppy goodness is coming next month from mp_ldws! I don't want to do the space story anymore. I must have been high. Plus, I really want to keep the piece small. Has anyone seen gryffindor_j's prompts?*wipes a little drool*
I want #2 so bad I can taste it. I don't know if I'll try for it, though. I mean, she's pretty well known, which means I'm more than a little intimidated. It feels more like a
remuslives23 or eprime prompt, anyway. Also, I'm already in enough trouble with Hell at the moment.*looks at Kinky Kristmas fic*
Still... might work up the courage to try.
Alright, off to do the newsletter.
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I keep forgetting about the "small" part of this fest. 1k-3k is hard to stay within. The one I'm thinking of the most right now would be in danger of expanding beyond my control. ;p
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Decisions, decisions.
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