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Grow Up
NC17
There was a feeling of desperation at number twelve, Grimmauld Place. They were a week away from October the first and only a handful of marriages had been approved, all of them with older muggleborn witches. So far the ministry had thwarted every effort of the Order to marry off girls who were at Hogwarts. Around fifty young women were looking at having their young lives permanently damaged by close, prolonged contact with dementors. The Order was discussing alternate safety plans. They knew from insiders that the ministry was prepared to invade Hogwarts to retrieve the women for incarceration. The best that could probably happen was for them to make a run for it but that took resources, more resources than the Order had available.
That wasn’t the only bad news. While it hadn’t made it into the paper yet, the rumor was that Rita Skeeter had gone missing shortly after her expose on the Office for the Control of Unmarried Muggleborns had gone public. The time for being openly outspoken against the works of Voldemort was rapidly coming to a close.
The best the Order could do for the girls was to bring the war to a close. They had more members at their disposal who were coming from more walks of life than at any point in the Order’s history. If they couldn’t do it now, they would never be able to.
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Sirius watched Molly as she flicked her wand this way and that making the kitchen clean itself. He wasn’t really sure why he was waiting around to talk to her or even what he wanted to talk to her about. For some reason the older, motherly woman was very appealing to him and he wished to share in her company.
Mrs. Weasley tapped a tea kettle causing it to instantly whistle, she flicked her wand at the cupboard and two cups and saucers came flying out. She flicked her wand at the pantry and two teabags came whizzing into her hand. She poured the tea, put two sugars and a splash of milk in for Sirius and pushed it towards him.
“What’s troubling you, Sirius?”
“What? Me? Oh, nothing. I’m fine, Molly. Thanks for the tea.”
They sat in silence for a few moments each engrossed in their own thoughts.
“Without you that girl would be one week away from Azkaban.”
“How do you…nevermind, six sons.” Sirius let out a huge sigh. “I really can’t talk about this with you, Molly.”
“As you said, I have six sons. Try me.”
“No, Molly because if I tell you, you’ll have my balls.”
Molly placed a hand over Sirius’ in a comforting, motherly manner. “You know, if you enjoyed the sex that’s all right. It doesn’t make you a degenerate.”
Sirius let out a long sigh. “Yes, you are definitely the mother of six sons.”
“What did you think would happen, Sirius?”
Sirius shrugged his shoulders.
“Let me ask you a question. Did she enjoy it?”
“Well, she…I think so…”
“You think so or you know so?” Molly wore a knowing smirk.
Sirius chuckled at himself, “I know so.”
“So, what’s wrong with you enjoying it.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Molly Weasley?”
“You’re married, Sirius. You’re doing what married people do.”
“But she’s so…”
“Young, yes. Too young. But given the choice between sex with you and time with dementors I think she is better off with you.”
“I knew she was too young for sex. Do you think there is any lasting damage?”
“Dammit, Sirius! You’re focusing on the wrong thing. Too young for you. Not too young for sex. Give her a year she’ll be figuring this out for herself with someone her own age. As it is, she has you and just as well. Now, grow up, drink your tea, and quit your moping.” Molly smiled at him fondly, she didn’t envy his position.
“So, what now?”
“You got her through her first night. She knows what happens now, yes?”
“Yeah.”
“Enjoy yourself. The more natural you are the easier it will be for you both to adjust to this. She’s looking to you to see how to behave, Sirius.”
“Thanks, Molly.”
“I am always here for you, Sirius.”
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Hermione gave up trying to study in the library. She had been distracted all day. As a result she hadn’t gotten a lot done, she just couldn’t focus on her work. The physical memory of her union with Sirius played across her body unbidden and unwelcomed. She resented being turned into some mindless twittering female. This was not who she was. All the same her mind kept intruding with thoughts of him and what he could do to her. She had finally given up and was returning to the Gryffindor common room where she would be meeting him.
The boisterous laughter shared among the group died away when Hermione entered. Sirius looked momentarily confused but caught on pretty quickly. He was disappointed in the low level of maturity on display. Before she reached the couch the boys had bade their good nights and left for their room. Only Ginny remained with a very sour look on her face. Hermione sat down looking a little dejected.
“How long has this been going on?” Sirius levied his question at Ginny.
“Since she got back, Ron’s angry because he fancies her.”
Sirius felt a twinge of annoyance at hearing that Ron fancied his wife. “What about Harry?”
“Oh, he’s fine. He’s trying to get Ron to come around.” Ginny was pretty good at reading the subtext, she noticed the subtle change in Sirius.
“He’ll come around. He’s just got to get used to the idea is all.” Despite her week in agony, now that she was this close to him she began to feel a little nervous. There was a tickling in her stomach and her heart was beginning to pound. She had never felt nerves like this before, it was awful.
Harry came bounding out of the boys staircase. “I’m sorry about him, Hermione.”
“Oh, its alright.” Hermione knew Sirius was only looking at her with concern but she felt his eyes on her all the same.
“No, it’s really not.” Harry looked rather cross. “He could have spoken up a long time ago. If the two of you had already been dating Dumbledore would have put you two together. As it was, no one knew for sure if he fancied you or not. Until now of course, when it’s too late.” Harry put his hand out to Ginny. “You ready?”
Ginny put her hand out, she smiled at Hermione and let Harry lead out the portrait hole. Hermione looked at Sirius with a raised eyebrow. “What was that all about?”
“Harry’s taking her for a walk by the lake.” Sirius stood and extended his hand to her.
“Really! Oh, thank god! I can’t believe it took him so long!” She took his hand and led Sirius to her private dormitory. She showed him to her common room where she had couches and chairs and a fireplace. Hermione put her things away. Now that she had him to herself she had no idea what to do with him. Sirius made himself comfortable on the couch and watched Hermione flutter about. At first he thought there might be some point to her movements but it was becoming apparent that it was just nerves.
“Come sit by me, Hermione.”
Relief flooded her; she was running out of things to do with herself. She walked over and sat at the other end of the couch. Sirius rolled his eyes at her and closed the space between them.
“Why are you nervous tonight?”
Hermione shook her head and blushed. “I don’t know.”
“We were so comfortable around each other when we left Salzburg. What happened to that?”
“Its been a strange week for me.”
“Oh, the thing with Ron?”
“Who cares about Ron. It’s you I can’t get out of my head.” She was grumbling and rather irritated with herself.
Sirius chuckled at the incongruence of her words and facial expression. He’d heard similar words before but never said so sourly. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “I thought about you, too.”
She relaxed into his arms, as soon as the tension left her body she started to cry.
“Hermione, what’s the matter?”
“There’s no one I can talk to,” she whimpered.
“What do you mean? Aren’t you and Ginny close?”
“I don’t think she could help.” She sniffed miserably, what she really needed was her mother.
Sirius began to worry this had something to do with him. “Hermione is there something about our love making that is bothering you?”
Hermione held herself still for a moment and then nodded. Sirius looked horror struck, he pulled her into his arms. “I’m so sorry.”
“I can’t get it out of my head.” Sirius hugged her tight, maybe he should take her to Molly.
“I mean, the memories are wonderful but I can’t concentrate on my studies.”
Sirius paused in his mental self flagellation. “What was that?”
“My grades are slipping, Sirius!”
“Before that, Hermione.”
Hermione blushed. “I can’t get you out of my head.”
“Yeah, what does that mean?”
“I keep remembering…and then I feel it…”
“And is this a scary or disturbing memory?”
“Well, no. Of course its not. Its…well…you were there!”
Sirius ran a hand across his jaw, he let out a huge sigh and laughed. “Merlin, Hermione! You scared the shit out of me.” He felt a huge wave of relief.
“Why? What?”
He grinned devilishly at her. He decided to take Molly’s advice to heart. “So, Mrs. Black…what sort of wicked, naughty thoughts have you had about your husband this week?”
Hermione turned crimson and couldn’t meet his eye.
“Oh, that good, huh?” And with that he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He deposited her on the bed, taking her school robes off her with flair before he captured her lips in a heated kiss. “Well, I just hope I can measure up!” Hermione gasped and then giggled at his antics.
He began unbuttoning her blouse. “I wonder what McGonagall would say if she knew what you were thinking about in her class?” He pulled the garment from a giggling, blushing Hermione. He attacked her neck with wet kisses and nibbles bringing a variety of sounds from her.
He stood off from the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. “Or if Flitwick knew your mind was on my body?” He removed his shirt and his pants followed quickly after.
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her skirt from her body, leaving her only in her undergarments. He pounced on her, covering her body with his, covering her mouth and neck in hot kisses, driving her out of her mind.
He reached around her and unclasped her bra, flinging it from him. He licked, nibbled and suckled her breasts. Hermione arched into him moaning freely. He had left her with a need she’d never had before, her week had been agony because this was all she could think about.
He pulled her knickers off and breathed in her scent. Oh, how he had wanted to taste her last week. He’d felt immediate guilt plus he thought that might be too much too soon for her. Now that he knew she’d been fantasizing, well…he’d give her something to really fantasize about.
Sirius wrapped his arms around her legs and blew on her sex. He buried his head between her legs and was about to taste her entrance. Her head popped up, he felt her stiffen and then struggle. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Will you just trust me?” Sirius held a struggling Hermione down until he could see she wouldn’t relent.
“But, with your mouth?” Hermione scooted to the other side of the bed with a worried expression.
“Well, you’ll never know if you don’t come here and calm down!”
Hermione paused to take a breath. She was trying to think of something to say. Sirius seized on her hesitation and pulled her by her legs back to him. He leaned over her body and kissed her slowly and passionately. “I’ve done this once or twice more than you, will you please,” he spoke seductively in her ear. “Just,” he nibbled on her ear lobe, “trust me?”
Hermione relaxed and nodded her head, still apprehensive but trusting all the same. Sirius kissed and fondled his way along her body knowing he had something good in store for her. He wrapped firm arms around her legs to keep her from bucking and blew gently on her pussy. She would have jumped a little when he put his mouth on her but his arms held her still. Sirius lapped at her entrance and groaned out his pleasure. This was one of his favorite things. Hermione begin to relax as she got used to the feel of his hot tongue on her most private of places. When he got to her clit the rest of her tension melted away, “Oh, God. Sirius….”
“I told you,” he chuckled into her sex, the vibrations of his deep voice causing interesting sensations.
Sirius worked his tongue all over her clit, relishing the sighing and moaning. Hermione felt the tension build in her body so much faster than before. Sirius pushed his fingers into her, pumping her hard and fast. She released a long keening moan, and came all over his hand. Sirius licked his fingers of her as she watched in fascination.
Sirius laughed a little, “Nothing sweeter than your pussy.”
His words had a physical effect on her, she could feel the sensation of heat pooling in her abdomen.
Sirius slithered sensually and slowly up her body, kissing and touching what he pleased as he went. Hermione arched against him, desiring more contact with his body. She couldn’t believe how much she had changed in a week’s time. This man’s touch had burned its way into her memory and now it had her behaving in a most wanton manner. He made it all seem ok, almost like he expected the change in her. She could feel the last of her rational thoughts leave her head when his lips met her neck and his hands smoothed down the sides of her body.
Sirius worked her up again, his hand and lips bringing out moans and sighs from Hermione. Sirius held himself just outside her entrance, she could feel him, wanted him in her but Sirius held himself just out of reach. “Tell me what you want Hermione.” His hot breath tickled her ear. She blushed when she thought about naming her desire.
“Ok, let me help.” Sirius kissed her mouth heatedly, “Tell me you want my big,” he nibbled on her ear lobe. “Hot,” his lips slid down her neck. “Cock,” he punctuated the word with a nip at her shoulder. “Sliding into your tight,” he licked along her collar bone. “Wet,” he swirled his tongue around a nipple. “Cunt,” he ended where he started. Hermione nearly released listening to his sweet obscenities. All she could manage was to beg the word please.
“That’s good.” He slid into her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight walls enveloping his shaft. He had driven her crazy with his words and his waiting, she wanted more of him but he continued to tease her with his long, slow strokes.
“Did you need something, Hermione?” His question brought to mind grabbing his ass and getting what she wanted. She tried to reach for him but he grabbed and held her hands over head. He used one arm to prop himself up. His pelvis continued to work, delivering his sweet torture as he held her hands away in the other. “Uh, huh.” That sexy smirk was firmly in place, he loved his little game. “Tell me.”
“Harder,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl!” Sirius thrust himself into, each thrust garnering a cracked moan from her. He pinned her body to the bed and pounded. He thought about flipping her over but decided that really was too much too soon. “Oh, god. Siriusss…yesss!”
Hermione grabbed a hold of the sheets and just tried to hold on. It was becoming clear to the both of them that this was how she liked it. He filled her with delicious, naughty sensations. With him inside of her she thought about things she could never speak of.
The burning sense of frustration had built up so she could hardly stand it and never wanted it to end. “Please…” Sirius grinned at her, her body was so new, it was so easy to please. He reached his hand between them and stroked her clit a few times. Hermione’s world exploded, a fire licked across her body as she shook. Sirius tried to hold on but she was too much for him, her vice grip milked him of every drop. Her name spilled from his lips, he loved how she made him feel.
Sirius rolled off her and pulled her to him. He loved the close contact that came after such intimate relations. It was a pleasure he didn’t always get.
He positioned himself that he could look at her. They smiled at each other, Sirius stroked her hair.
“Tell me what’s going on with your friend Ron. It hurts your feelings doesn’t it?”
“I wish we could just be friends again, like we all used to be. This isn’t my fault. The more I see this type of behavior the happier I am that I didn’t…” She flicked her eyes up at him, wondering if she was close to a faux paux.
“Get together with him?”
She smiled and nodded.
He kissed her on the forehead. “Come here. Let’s get some rest.”
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Sirius escorted Hermione into Hogsmeade, he was hoping she would let him take her shopping. He’d always thought it would be nice to have someone to buy for. Hermione spotted Harry and Ginny running to catch up. The four of them walked around the little village, Sirius knew more parts than they had ever been to before. He pointed the bad part of town out to Harry and laughed at the scowl on Ginny’s face. They walked back into the student centric part of Hogsmeade. Sirius spotted Ron and waited until Hermione was distracted to go confront him. Hermione noticed too late and sent Harry to intervene.
“What the hell is your problem with Hermione?”
“She was supposed to be mine.” Ron grumbled, almost bravely but more likely out of stupidity. He was talking about another man’s wife and that man happened to be standing right in front of him.
Sirius took a step toward Ron, not to threaten but to make his point. “Well, friend she’s not yours. She’s mine. Now get over yourself. She needs the both of you.” Sirius looked Ron square in the eye until the younger man looked away.
Sirius looked at his godson, “See that he’s sorted.”
They watched as Sirius stalked off to rejoin Hermione and Ginny. Harry looked at Ron, it was time to take a stand. “Sirius is right. Done is done. If you ever cared for her you’ll be a man about this.”
Grow Up
NC17
There was a feeling of desperation at number twelve, Grimmauld Place. They were a week away from October the first and only a handful of marriages had been approved, all of them with older muggleborn witches. So far the ministry had thwarted every effort of the Order to marry off girls who were at Hogwarts. Around fifty young women were looking at having their young lives permanently damaged by close, prolonged contact with dementors. The Order was discussing alternate safety plans. They knew from insiders that the ministry was prepared to invade Hogwarts to retrieve the women for incarceration. The best that could probably happen was for them to make a run for it but that took resources, more resources than the Order had available.
That wasn’t the only bad news. While it hadn’t made it into the paper yet, the rumor was that Rita Skeeter had gone missing shortly after her expose on the Office for the Control of Unmarried Muggleborns had gone public. The time for being openly outspoken against the works of Voldemort was rapidly coming to a close.
The best the Order could do for the girls was to bring the war to a close. They had more members at their disposal who were coming from more walks of life than at any point in the Order’s history. If they couldn’t do it now, they would never be able to.
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Sirius watched Molly as she flicked her wand this way and that making the kitchen clean itself. He wasn’t really sure why he was waiting around to talk to her or even what he wanted to talk to her about. For some reason the older, motherly woman was very appealing to him and he wished to share in her company.
Mrs. Weasley tapped a tea kettle causing it to instantly whistle, she flicked her wand at the cupboard and two cups and saucers came flying out. She flicked her wand at the pantry and two teabags came whizzing into her hand. She poured the tea, put two sugars and a splash of milk in for Sirius and pushed it towards him.
“What’s troubling you, Sirius?”
“What? Me? Oh, nothing. I’m fine, Molly. Thanks for the tea.”
They sat in silence for a few moments each engrossed in their own thoughts.
“Without you that girl would be one week away from Azkaban.”
“How do you…nevermind, six sons.” Sirius let out a huge sigh. “I really can’t talk about this with you, Molly.”
“As you said, I have six sons. Try me.”
“No, Molly because if I tell you, you’ll have my balls.”
Molly placed a hand over Sirius’ in a comforting, motherly manner. “You know, if you enjoyed the sex that’s all right. It doesn’t make you a degenerate.”
Sirius let out a long sigh. “Yes, you are definitely the mother of six sons.”
“What did you think would happen, Sirius?”
Sirius shrugged his shoulders.
“Let me ask you a question. Did she enjoy it?”
“Well, she…I think so…”
“You think so or you know so?” Molly wore a knowing smirk.
Sirius chuckled at himself, “I know so.”
“So, what’s wrong with you enjoying it.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Molly Weasley?”
“You’re married, Sirius. You’re doing what married people do.”
“But she’s so…”
“Young, yes. Too young. But given the choice between sex with you and time with dementors I think she is better off with you.”
“I knew she was too young for sex. Do you think there is any lasting damage?”
“Dammit, Sirius! You’re focusing on the wrong thing. Too young for you. Not too young for sex. Give her a year she’ll be figuring this out for herself with someone her own age. As it is, she has you and just as well. Now, grow up, drink your tea, and quit your moping.” Molly smiled at him fondly, she didn’t envy his position.
“So, what now?”
“You got her through her first night. She knows what happens now, yes?”
“Yeah.”
“Enjoy yourself. The more natural you are the easier it will be for you both to adjust to this. She’s looking to you to see how to behave, Sirius.”
“Thanks, Molly.”
“I am always here for you, Sirius.”
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Hermione gave up trying to study in the library. She had been distracted all day. As a result she hadn’t gotten a lot done, she just couldn’t focus on her work. The physical memory of her union with Sirius played across her body unbidden and unwelcomed. She resented being turned into some mindless twittering female. This was not who she was. All the same her mind kept intruding with thoughts of him and what he could do to her. She had finally given up and was returning to the Gryffindor common room where she would be meeting him.
The boisterous laughter shared among the group died away when Hermione entered. Sirius looked momentarily confused but caught on pretty quickly. He was disappointed in the low level of maturity on display. Before she reached the couch the boys had bade their good nights and left for their room. Only Ginny remained with a very sour look on her face. Hermione sat down looking a little dejected.
“How long has this been going on?” Sirius levied his question at Ginny.
“Since she got back, Ron’s angry because he fancies her.”
Sirius felt a twinge of annoyance at hearing that Ron fancied his wife. “What about Harry?”
“Oh, he’s fine. He’s trying to get Ron to come around.” Ginny was pretty good at reading the subtext, she noticed the subtle change in Sirius.
“He’ll come around. He’s just got to get used to the idea is all.” Despite her week in agony, now that she was this close to him she began to feel a little nervous. There was a tickling in her stomach and her heart was beginning to pound. She had never felt nerves like this before, it was awful.
Harry came bounding out of the boys staircase. “I’m sorry about him, Hermione.”
“Oh, its alright.” Hermione knew Sirius was only looking at her with concern but she felt his eyes on her all the same.
“No, it’s really not.” Harry looked rather cross. “He could have spoken up a long time ago. If the two of you had already been dating Dumbledore would have put you two together. As it was, no one knew for sure if he fancied you or not. Until now of course, when it’s too late.” Harry put his hand out to Ginny. “You ready?”
Ginny put her hand out, she smiled at Hermione and let Harry lead out the portrait hole. Hermione looked at Sirius with a raised eyebrow. “What was that all about?”
“Harry’s taking her for a walk by the lake.” Sirius stood and extended his hand to her.
“Really! Oh, thank god! I can’t believe it took him so long!” She took his hand and led Sirius to her private dormitory. She showed him to her common room where she had couches and chairs and a fireplace. Hermione put her things away. Now that she had him to herself she had no idea what to do with him. Sirius made himself comfortable on the couch and watched Hermione flutter about. At first he thought there might be some point to her movements but it was becoming apparent that it was just nerves.
“Come sit by me, Hermione.”
Relief flooded her; she was running out of things to do with herself. She walked over and sat at the other end of the couch. Sirius rolled his eyes at her and closed the space between them.
“Why are you nervous tonight?”
Hermione shook her head and blushed. “I don’t know.”
“We were so comfortable around each other when we left Salzburg. What happened to that?”
“Its been a strange week for me.”
“Oh, the thing with Ron?”
“Who cares about Ron. It’s you I can’t get out of my head.” She was grumbling and rather irritated with herself.
Sirius chuckled at the incongruence of her words and facial expression. He’d heard similar words before but never said so sourly. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “I thought about you, too.”
She relaxed into his arms, as soon as the tension left her body she started to cry.
“Hermione, what’s the matter?”
“There’s no one I can talk to,” she whimpered.
“What do you mean? Aren’t you and Ginny close?”
“I don’t think she could help.” She sniffed miserably, what she really needed was her mother.
Sirius began to worry this had something to do with him. “Hermione is there something about our love making that is bothering you?”
Hermione held herself still for a moment and then nodded. Sirius looked horror struck, he pulled her into his arms. “I’m so sorry.”
“I can’t get it out of my head.” Sirius hugged her tight, maybe he should take her to Molly.
“I mean, the memories are wonderful but I can’t concentrate on my studies.”
Sirius paused in his mental self flagellation. “What was that?”
“My grades are slipping, Sirius!”
“Before that, Hermione.”
Hermione blushed. “I can’t get you out of my head.”
“Yeah, what does that mean?”
“I keep remembering…and then I feel it…”
“And is this a scary or disturbing memory?”
“Well, no. Of course its not. Its…well…you were there!”
Sirius ran a hand across his jaw, he let out a huge sigh and laughed. “Merlin, Hermione! You scared the shit out of me.” He felt a huge wave of relief.
“Why? What?”
He grinned devilishly at her. He decided to take Molly’s advice to heart. “So, Mrs. Black…what sort of wicked, naughty thoughts have you had about your husband this week?”
Hermione turned crimson and couldn’t meet his eye.
“Oh, that good, huh?” And with that he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He deposited her on the bed, taking her school robes off her with flair before he captured her lips in a heated kiss. “Well, I just hope I can measure up!” Hermione gasped and then giggled at his antics.
He began unbuttoning her blouse. “I wonder what McGonagall would say if she knew what you were thinking about in her class?” He pulled the garment from a giggling, blushing Hermione. He attacked her neck with wet kisses and nibbles bringing a variety of sounds from her.
He stood off from the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. “Or if Flitwick knew your mind was on my body?” He removed his shirt and his pants followed quickly after.
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her skirt from her body, leaving her only in her undergarments. He pounced on her, covering her body with his, covering her mouth and neck in hot kisses, driving her out of her mind.
He reached around her and unclasped her bra, flinging it from him. He licked, nibbled and suckled her breasts. Hermione arched into him moaning freely. He had left her with a need she’d never had before, her week had been agony because this was all she could think about.
He pulled her knickers off and breathed in her scent. Oh, how he had wanted to taste her last week. He’d felt immediate guilt plus he thought that might be too much too soon for her. Now that he knew she’d been fantasizing, well…he’d give her something to really fantasize about.
Sirius wrapped his arms around her legs and blew on her sex. He buried his head between her legs and was about to taste her entrance. Her head popped up, he felt her stiffen and then struggle. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Will you just trust me?” Sirius held a struggling Hermione down until he could see she wouldn’t relent.
“But, with your mouth?” Hermione scooted to the other side of the bed with a worried expression.
“Well, you’ll never know if you don’t come here and calm down!”
Hermione paused to take a breath. She was trying to think of something to say. Sirius seized on her hesitation and pulled her by her legs back to him. He leaned over her body and kissed her slowly and passionately. “I’ve done this once or twice more than you, will you please,” he spoke seductively in her ear. “Just,” he nibbled on her ear lobe, “trust me?”
Hermione relaxed and nodded her head, still apprehensive but trusting all the same. Sirius kissed and fondled his way along her body knowing he had something good in store for her. He wrapped firm arms around her legs to keep her from bucking and blew gently on her pussy. She would have jumped a little when he put his mouth on her but his arms held her still. Sirius lapped at her entrance and groaned out his pleasure. This was one of his favorite things. Hermione begin to relax as she got used to the feel of his hot tongue on her most private of places. When he got to her clit the rest of her tension melted away, “Oh, God. Sirius….”
“I told you,” he chuckled into her sex, the vibrations of his deep voice causing interesting sensations.
Sirius worked his tongue all over her clit, relishing the sighing and moaning. Hermione felt the tension build in her body so much faster than before. Sirius pushed his fingers into her, pumping her hard and fast. She released a long keening moan, and came all over his hand. Sirius licked his fingers of her as she watched in fascination.
Sirius laughed a little, “Nothing sweeter than your pussy.”
His words had a physical effect on her, she could feel the sensation of heat pooling in her abdomen.
Sirius slithered sensually and slowly up her body, kissing and touching what he pleased as he went. Hermione arched against him, desiring more contact with his body. She couldn’t believe how much she had changed in a week’s time. This man’s touch had burned its way into her memory and now it had her behaving in a most wanton manner. He made it all seem ok, almost like he expected the change in her. She could feel the last of her rational thoughts leave her head when his lips met her neck and his hands smoothed down the sides of her body.
Sirius worked her up again, his hand and lips bringing out moans and sighs from Hermione. Sirius held himself just outside her entrance, she could feel him, wanted him in her but Sirius held himself just out of reach. “Tell me what you want Hermione.” His hot breath tickled her ear. She blushed when she thought about naming her desire.
“Ok, let me help.” Sirius kissed her mouth heatedly, “Tell me you want my big,” he nibbled on her ear lobe. “Hot,” his lips slid down her neck. “Cock,” he punctuated the word with a nip at her shoulder. “Sliding into your tight,” he licked along her collar bone. “Wet,” he swirled his tongue around a nipple. “Cunt,” he ended where he started. Hermione nearly released listening to his sweet obscenities. All she could manage was to beg the word please.
“That’s good.” He slid into her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight walls enveloping his shaft. He had driven her crazy with his words and his waiting, she wanted more of him but he continued to tease her with his long, slow strokes.
“Did you need something, Hermione?” His question brought to mind grabbing his ass and getting what she wanted. She tried to reach for him but he grabbed and held her hands over head. He used one arm to prop himself up. His pelvis continued to work, delivering his sweet torture as he held her hands away in the other. “Uh, huh.” That sexy smirk was firmly in place, he loved his little game. “Tell me.”
“Harder,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl!” Sirius thrust himself into, each thrust garnering a cracked moan from her. He pinned her body to the bed and pounded. He thought about flipping her over but decided that really was too much too soon. “Oh, god. Siriusss…yesss!”
Hermione grabbed a hold of the sheets and just tried to hold on. It was becoming clear to the both of them that this was how she liked it. He filled her with delicious, naughty sensations. With him inside of her she thought about things she could never speak of.
The burning sense of frustration had built up so she could hardly stand it and never wanted it to end. “Please…” Sirius grinned at her, her body was so new, it was so easy to please. He reached his hand between them and stroked her clit a few times. Hermione’s world exploded, a fire licked across her body as she shook. Sirius tried to hold on but she was too much for him, her vice grip milked him of every drop. Her name spilled from his lips, he loved how she made him feel.
Sirius rolled off her and pulled her to him. He loved the close contact that came after such intimate relations. It was a pleasure he didn’t always get.
He positioned himself that he could look at her. They smiled at each other, Sirius stroked her hair.
“Tell me what’s going on with your friend Ron. It hurts your feelings doesn’t it?”
“I wish we could just be friends again, like we all used to be. This isn’t my fault. The more I see this type of behavior the happier I am that I didn’t…” She flicked her eyes up at him, wondering if she was close to a faux paux.
“Get together with him?”
She smiled and nodded.
He kissed her on the forehead. “Come here. Let’s get some rest.”
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Sirius escorted Hermione into Hogsmeade, he was hoping she would let him take her shopping. He’d always thought it would be nice to have someone to buy for. Hermione spotted Harry and Ginny running to catch up. The four of them walked around the little village, Sirius knew more parts than they had ever been to before. He pointed the bad part of town out to Harry and laughed at the scowl on Ginny’s face. They walked back into the student centric part of Hogsmeade. Sirius spotted Ron and waited until Hermione was distracted to go confront him. Hermione noticed too late and sent Harry to intervene.
“What the hell is your problem with Hermione?”
“She was supposed to be mine.” Ron grumbled, almost bravely but more likely out of stupidity. He was talking about another man’s wife and that man happened to be standing right in front of him.
Sirius took a step toward Ron, not to threaten but to make his point. “Well, friend she’s not yours. She’s mine. Now get over yourself. She needs the both of you.” Sirius looked Ron square in the eye until the younger man looked away.
Sirius looked at his godson, “See that he’s sorted.”
They watched as Sirius stalked off to rejoin Hermione and Ginny. Harry looked at Ron, it was time to take a stand. “Sirius is right. Done is done. If you ever cared for her you’ll be a man about this.”