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Love, part 2
NC17
Hermione relaxed into her chair with a deep, contented sigh. She had never felt anything so amazing in her whole life. The chair she was reclining in was charmed to deliver peace and relaxation, it felt like a thousand skilled fingers were massaging her whole body. She listened to relaxing, soothing music and she was enveloped in a heavenly scent. This sort of thing always seemed so frivolous to her but she was quickly gaining an appreciation for it. She looked over at her companions and gave them a dreamy smile.
She and Tonks had come to the spa to get some help for Hermione’s hair and had run into Tonks’ mother Andromeda. Andromeda talked the girls into getting a day of beauty with her. She used guilt for Hermione, expressing a desire to catch up with her, claiming this was the perfect opportunity. Tonks could create any of these changes herself but she wanted Hermione to feel more comfortable, so she joined in.
Hermione was dressed in a plush cotton robe, she was completely naked underneath. The salon witch was setting things into motion. At the same time she was receiving a manicure and a pedicure, the various files, clippers, tints and lotions went to work of their own accord. The salon witch conjured a basin and tipped Hermione’s head into it, warm water and shampoo flowed from the tip of her wand. She flicked her wand at Hermione’s head, invisible hands went to work on her scalp, washing her hair. It was delightful.
“I was so surprised to see you here, is there something special going on?” Andromeda looked over at Hermione from her chair.
“She’s going to the Queen Maeve event tonight, with Sirius.” Tonks grinned over at her mother.
“Oh, well…you’re going to have a wonderful time. You’ll see Ted and I there tonight.” Andromeda’s salon witch gently turned her head so that she could wash her hair.
Hermione’s salon witch rinsed her hair, vanished the basin and helped Hermione into a sitting position. She checked on her fingers and toes, upon seeing everything complete and looking perfect she dismissed the implements.
“Alright, dearie. What do you want to do with your hair?” The salon witch picked her hair up in her hands and examined it carefully.
“Well, I was sort of hoping you could help me with some ideas.” Hermione glared wretchedly at her hair in the mirror.
Just as she was about to make some suggestions a very flustered salon witch showed a haughty, angry blond witch to the chair beside her. Andromeda looked over to see it who was, her features darkened into a scowl and she rolled her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Lyra? I’ve never seen you so upset.” The salon witch cooed sympathetically to Lyra Edgecombe.
“Men! That’s what’s wrong.” Lyra fumed in her chair which seemed to have no affect on her mood.
Hermione glanced over at her neighbor and gave her a smile. The blond looked at her, blinked and then simply looked away. Hermione was surprised but mostly unaffected, she was trying to be nice but she didn’t know this witch. It was none of her concern.
“Hermione, Nymphadora described your dress…” There was a sound of protest from Tonks. “I think you should wear your hair up, with maybe a few tendrils curling in the front.”
“Andromeda, is that you?” The blond rudely interrupted.
“Hello, Lyra.” Andromeda sounded weary, like she was waiting for something. She glanced at Tonks and then at Hermione. Tonks caught her mother’s gist and looked at Hermione with a finger to her lips.
“I just saw your cousin, quite full of himself these days.” Hermione’s eyes widened, she realized just who this witch was talking about.
“So, you finally caught up to him?” Andromeda sounded exceedingly bored.
“His name has been in the Prophet so much lately, quite a bit of trouble he’s been up to. You’d think he’d be happy to see a friendly face.” Hermione suddenly realized that Sirius must have given this tall, stunningly gorgeous, blond witch the brush off. A happy, dreamy expression softened her face.
“His wife has been rather ill, Lyra. He’s been distracted with her recovery.” Andromeda dropped her little bomb, curious to see what Lyra would do with it.
“Wife!” Scoffed Lyra irritably. “As if that scoundrel has any business being someone’s husband.” Hermione turned angrily to Lyra.
“He’s a rather good husband, actually. I’ll thank you not to speak ill of him.” Hermione dropped her own bomb, rather coolly, challenging Lyra to contradict her.
“Mind your own business.”
“Well, seeing as he is my husband, it is entirely my business.” Hermione watched Lyra’s expression change from irritation, to surprise and then anger.
“You! You’re just a child!” Lyra looked Hermione up and down.
“I’m eighteen.” Lyra gave her a look that suggested she thought eighteen was still too young.
“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into with that one.” Lyra narrowed her eyes at Hermione, hoping to implant an insecurity or two.
“Lyra, I think you need to calm down.” Andromeda suddenly realized that Lyra was capable of doing quite a bit of damage.
“I don’t know…it certainly sounds like he turned you down.” Hermione leveled Lyra with a smile on her face, her eyes glittered with contempt for the witch who dared to speak ill of her wizard.
Lyra opened and closed her mouth a few times. A new respect for the young witch next to her was seeping slowly in. She might have been young but she held her own. She turned her attention away from Hermione and back to the nervous looking salon witch.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” The salon witch quickly went to work on Lyra.
Hermione’s own salon witch looked at her with pride. She bent down to Hermione’s ear and whispered. “Let’s get busy and make you the most beautiful witch at that gala tonight.”
Hermione smiled gratefully. She was trembling slightly, partly with anger at Lyra, partly with nerves. She had just gone head to head with one of Sirius’ ex girlfriends, she was shocked at her daring. She looked over at Andromeda and Tonks who were both staring open mouthed at her. Andromeda recovered first, she gave Hermione a big smile and winked at her.
“I think I know just what to do with you!” The salon witch gave Hermione a big smile. “Just trust me.”
Hermione watched in wonder as the salon witch tamed her hair. The normally somewhat bushy, frizzy hair hung in smooth locks around her face. Then the salon witch pulled some from the front over to one side and fixed it in place, she set some in the back, pulled high and curled over and fixed in large loops. The rest she let hang down the back in large beautiful curls. She took a little peak at Hermione’s new dress to get an idea of the color. She set glittering red stars, artfully placed just in front of where her hair was pulled high. Hermione was speechless.
“Will it last? There are still a few hours before the event starts.” She was afraid to move.
The salon witch smiled comfortingly at Hermione and flicked her wand at Hermione’s hair which glowed a soft purple for just a moment.
“Still soft, see…” She picked up a couple of curls and ran her fingers through them, they bounced right back into place. “We should probably do your make up next.”
“Make up?”
“I want you to put that pompous, self important blow hard to shame tonight.” Her salon witch whispered conspiratorially in her ear.
“Is she going to be there?” Hermione whispered and looked over at Lyra.
Her salon witch nodded and whispered. “Oh yeah. That’s Lyra Edgecombe, she never misses a Queen Maeve night.”
Hermione screwed her face into a puzzled frown and whispered back. “Edgecombe…as in Madam Edgecombe?”
“Yeah, that’s her aunt.” An evil smiled spread across Hermione’s face. She didn’t say anything for fear of being overheard. She didn’t want more trouble with Lyra.
Once again, Hermione watched as she was transformed. The make over was simple, the salon witch merely brought out Hermione’s natural beauty. When she was done with that she added sparkling Diamond Dust to her neck and chest and placed a few small, tasteful red stars on her cheeks.
Andromeda looked over at the completed Hermione and thought to herself that if the red stars were white Hermione would look very much like the perfect bride.
“One last thing.” The salon witch led Hermione away.
“Sirius is going to lose his mind when he sees her.” Tonks admired Hermione as she walked away.
“Especially after they finish her up.” Andromeda gave her daughter an evil smile. “I told them to add a hair removal to her package.”
“Did you really?” Tonks had to laugh.
Hermione returned a few minutes later, fully dressed.
“Where did they take you?” Tonks’ voice dripped with innocence.
“Never you mind.” Hermione was very red in the face.
“Well, dearie. You’re all set for tonight.” She gave Hermione a little wink. She instantly flushed once again.
“Thank you.” She took once last look at herself in the mirror. She could scarcely believe it was her face looking back.
“You’re going to stun tonight, Hermione!” Tonks almost wished that she and Remus could afford to go to something like that.
Hermione and Tonks made one last stop at the shoe store. As they were crossing the street Hermione saw Sirius and Remus walking back toward High Street. She stifled the urge to call out to them and quickly turned Tonks in the opposite direction. Once the shoe purchase was completed she and Tonks left for the Leakey Cauldron where they had a quick bite of late lunch. Tonks brought Hermione home, they spent a few minutes admiring Hermione’s new dress as it hung from the closet door. Hermione was vibrating with anticipatory nerves.
Tonks gave Hermione a parting hug and left for home.
Hermione looked at the time and realized she needed to get into her dress. She unzipped it and stepped in. She pulled it on and was struggling with the zipper when a pair of hands came to her rescue.
“You could have used your wand.” Sirius chuckled his admonishment.
He looked up to view his witch in the mirror and was rendered speechless. Sirius swallowed dryly.
“Sirius?” He didn’t say anything for a minute. “Oh, you don’t like it.” Hermione felt crushed.
Sirius shook his head to clear it, he placed his hands on her hips, lightly crushing the silk fabric of her dress. He spun her around and stepped back, admiring her with unmasked desire.
“You are the most beautiful witch I have ever known, Hermione.” His words reminded her of Lyra Edgecombe, a witch she considered to be far prettier than herself. She searched his eyes and found only honest truth. Her heart beat against her chest for her wizard, this man who always treated her like she was precious.
“Sirius, I love you.”
He stepped forward and caught her up in passionate kiss, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her possessively against his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support, she could feel the kiss down to her toes, it made her legs weak.
“I love you so much, Hermione. You just made me the happiest man in the world.” His mouth descended to hers once again. He walked her backwards to the bathroom counter and set her up on it. He gently parted her legs and stepped in between them, pressing against the fabric of her dress.
“When I get you home tonight I’m making love to you. I won’t be denied any longer.” It was a statement of fact, not a request. There was nothing soft or pleading in his voice, he was staking his claim. Hermione nodded weakly, almost wishing they didn’t have plans, nearly ready to throw the days efforts aside. He released her and stepped back, realizing he was very close to losing control. She looked like a princess in her dress, with her hair and make up done. Tonks had done her job well, Hermione deserved her night out. He had waited this long, he could wait a little longer.
“I bought something for you today.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two boxes, one long, one small. He opened the long one and pulled out a necklace, there were three linked trinity knots, the center knot was larger than the others. In the center of each knot was nestled a large diamond. Hermione caught her breath. “There is a powerful protection charm on this one, I’d like for you to wear it always.” He placed the necklace on her neck and fastened the clasp. Hermione turned to look at herself in the mirror, she reached her hand up to touch it.
“Thank you, Sirius. It’s beautiful.” She was awed by his generosity which seemed to flow endlessly.
“I just thought these would look pretty with whatever you bought today.” He handed her the second box. She opened it to find two large princess cut diamond earrings.
“I’m glad I bought new dress robes today, otherwise I don’t think I would be fit to escort you.” He smiled at her blush. “Why don’t you put your shoes on and let me get dressed, then we’ll go. I want to get there a little early to show you off.”
“Why didn’t you mention that tonight was such a large event?” She sat on the end of the bed to put her shoes on.
Sirius shrugged. “You would have argued with me about whether or not we would go at all. If Tonks told you I knew the pressure would be on to buy the right dress and treat yourself to the spa.”
Hermione made an indignant sound. “Think you know me so well?”
Sirius paused. “You did it, didn’t you?”
Hermione muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘arrogant arse.’
“What did you say?” There was a note of amusement in his voice.
“I didn’t.” Hermione tried to ignore his smug grin. She left the bedroom to wait for him in the living room. When he emerged, she caught her breath. His tuxedo like robes were perfectly fitted to his frame, his long hair was pulled back in a tight queue.
“I think we’ll be the couple to beat.” He spoke without a trace of modesty. “Ready to go?” Hermione nodded mutely, not trusting herself to speak. She was having trouble believing that this handsome wizard was really all hers.
Sirius walked them out into the backyard, he placed his arm around her waist. They disappeared with a soft ‘pop.’
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The Queen Maeve Theater was hidden in similar fashion to that of the Ministry of Magic or St. Mungo’s. It was located in a warehouse district, the heavy chains with locks on every door fell easily away with a simple ‘Alohamora.’
Once inside it was anything but a warehouse. Chandeliers twinkled from the high ceiling in the reception area, it was sumptuously decorated in dark purples lending an intimate feeling to the large room. There were only a few chairs which were all against the walls and clearly intended for elderly witches and wizards. The point of the room was to mill about and socialize before the show and during intermission. House elves scurried about with trays of horderves and wine.
When Sirius and Hermione entered the loud sound of a large group of people in the midst of conversation died away. Hermione froze, she hadn’t expected to make an entrance. She was hoping to slip in and quietly find Andromeda and Ted. She quickly scanned the room, looking for some explanation for why their arrival was clearly anticipated. Her eyes landed on Lyra Edgecombe who was currently and rather rudely, pointing in her direction.
“Are you alright?” Sirius paused, not caring what anyone else thought. His concern was solely for the witch beside him.
Hermione drew herself up, this was unexpected but not insurmountable. “Absolutely.”
Hermione walked proudly beside her wizard and looked around, all eyes were on her. Lyra hadn’t done herself any favors and was wishing she had just kept her mouth shut. Hermione was the cynosure of the evening. She was stunning in her red dress and made a gorgeous couple with Sirius. Lyra, who had the attention of the room when she was gossiping about the child that Sirius had married was forgotten when he showed up with his elegant young wife.
Hermione looked around and saw Rita Skeeter looking in their direction. Hermione had to stifle a giggle when she saw what Rita was wearing. It was the tentacled sea monster dress in lime green, it was hideous. Rita Skeeter waltzed up to Sirius and Hermione with her camera man in tow. Sirius put his arm around Hermione’s waist and posed them for the camera like he’d done this a thousand times before. He said a few printable words to Rita and then guided them over to some people Hermione knew.
Andromeda and Ted greeted them warmly and explained what Lyra had been up to. Sirius nodded and scowled in her direction. Andromeda recounted with pride how Hermione had put Lyra in her place.
“That’s my girl!” Sirius looked down at his witch with love and pride. It didn’t hurt that Hermione heard how he turned Lyra away, he would never have brought it up. He enjoyed knowing that Hermione had proof of his commitment and devotion to her. Being the wizarding world’s most notorious playboy had been fun but those days were behind him now. He had something real and good with Hermione and had no intention of putting it in any sort of jeopardy.
Hermione told Andromeda, Ted and Sirius about her run in with Lyra’s younger cousin during her fifth year. Marietta Edgecombe had betrayed the DA to Delores Umbridge which resulted in a face covered in pimples spelling out the word SNEAK. Hermione explained the spell she put on the parchment and was rewarded with looks of both surprise and pride.
“Let’s just hope Lyra doesn’t figure out which witch you are.” Sirius was amused and pleased by this little piece of information. Hermione was clever and inventive and could handle her own. It gave him a little less to worry about.
Witches and wizards began to make passes by Sirius to offer their greeting and get an introduction to his wife. Ludo Bagman and his wife were among the first to make their way over. Ludo had a vague recollection of Hermione, Sirius offered that she was Harry Potter’s best friend and Ludo snapped his fingers in recognition. The next to make their way over was Glenda Chittock, popular presenter of the WWN program, Witching Hour. She was a glamorous witch but a friendly one, she seemed to know Sirius pretty well. She offered Hermione a guest spot on her show, Hermione wasn’t sure what to say to that. Sirius gently encouraged her, telling her it would be fun and before she knew it, she had agreed.
Hermione noted that Tonks had been entirely correct, there was a predominance of dresses in silver and green. Other House colors were mixed in as well but all of the attendees were from well known, wealthy pureblood families, regardless of House. She was surprised by the number of people who shared last names with known death eaters, who were themselves never known to be in that number. She realized that she was meeting their extended family.
She met Cliodna Lestrange, Sirius explained that she was the daughter of Rodolphus’ brother Romulus. She offered her compliments to Hermione on her dress and invited her around for tea. Hermione thanked her graciously, intending never to find herself alone with that particular woman. She felt a little guilty, that maybe she was judging to harshly. She would hate for Sirius or Andromeda to be judged on their family associations.
If the witch or wizard wasn’t from a wealthy, pureblood family the colors of dress robes and dresses were less predictable, many of them opting for flamboyant as opposed to House colors. Devlin Whitehorn, founder of the famous Nimbus racing broom company wore flashy silver robes accented with deep purple. He spoke very quickly and dashed off to meet more people.
She met Miranda Goshawk, an elderly witch with sharp eyes and an even sharper mind. Hermione couldn’t help herself, she gushed over just how much she loved Goshawk’s books. Sirius pulled her away with an indulgent smile.
Sirius paraded her around the room, proudly introducing her to proper wizarding society. There was clearly a bit of a boys club of whom he was definitely a member. They teased him good naturedly about having to take the wife home and not spending the rest of the night carousing and chasing witches. Hermione found that she was learning quite a bit about Sirius and for his part he was not embarrassed for her to see it. This was a part of who he was and he wanted her to know all of him.
The other thing she noticed was a collection of witches in their twenties and thirties who were obviously hunting for men. Whether it was husband hunting or just good time hunting, it was hard to tell. There was clearly a dress code and an etiquette that was followed here. The flirting happened within those strictures so none of it was tasteless or offensive. This was polite wizard society.
Lyra Edgecombe was stationed in the middle of this group of women, their self appointed leader for the evening. Her sour grapes made for good gossip and since this was the only attention she was receiving that night, she made the most of it.
The room buzzed with Hermione’s name and the devotion with which her husband regarded her. This was practically her coming out party and she was having a wonderful time. Sirius wanted her to share in every aspect of his life, he was many things at once. This wasn’t the sum of who he was but he did travel in this circle from time to time.
The lights flickered over head, indicating it was time to find your seat. Rather than stadium style seating, each family or group of people had a box. Sirius and Hermione would be sharing a box with Andromeda and Ted.
Hermione rather enjoyed the presentation, the orchestra were instruments charmed to play on their own. The dancing was rather like ballet except that the dancers literally danced on air, about a foot off the floor. The scenes would magically change when necessary. Hermione was delighted with show, she was having a wonderful night out with Sirius
Intermission lasted thirty minutes and was a time when groups got together to decide what to do after the show. Andromeda and Ted made a suggestion that they grab a bite to eat. Despite the fact that they were both quite hungry, they politely declined. They already had plans for after the show.
When the show was over they talked with Andromeda and Ted for a few minutes. Despite their clearly wizard garb they stopped at a muggle Indian restaurant for a bite before going home.
Sirius waited until he had the door closed behind him before pulling Hermione to him and claiming her lips as his own. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress and slid it off her body and onto the floor. He helped her to step out of it, they left where it lay as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
“I hope you know you were the most beautiful witch in the room tonight. I was so proud to be on your arm.” He laid her gently on the bed and slid down beside her. He looked into her brown depths and released her hair from its confines. The stars disappeared as her hair cascaded down in large looping curls.
“I love you, baby.” Sirius was waiting for her to tell him that he needed to stop. Despite his earlier words he would never force her. He felt certain she wanted this too.
“I love you too, Sirius.” Hermione knew she wanted this. She had no uncertainty left. “I want to be with you.” She answered his unasked question. She knew he needed this reassurance to move forward.
Sirius kissed her briefly. He stood up and disrobed down to his boxer shorts and rejoined her on the bed. He slid up her body, starting with her legs, kissing his whole way up. He circled her belly button with his tongue and massaged her breasts. He licked and sucked along her neck and across her jaw. He stopped at her mouth.
“I don’t deserve you but I’m so glad you’re mine.” This moment was significant for him. She wasn’t his because the Ministry of Magic had passed a law, she was his because she wanted him. She was free to go her own way if she so desired. He felt cleansed by her choice. He knew that she forgave him despite the affect his careless mistake had on her life. He wanted to be a better man because of her.
“You have taken such good care of me, Sirius. Let’s leave the past where it belongs.” In her mind this was her first time but she wasn’t the frightened girl from so many months before. She was a young woman deeply in love with her man, ready to give herself, body, mind and soul.
Sirius had what he needed to move forward with her. He cupped her face gently with both hands and delivered a passionate kiss. His lips bruised hers but his fingers gently caressed the skin on her face. Hermione noted with wonder that his hands were trembling. She hadn’t expected her affect on him to be so strong. She let her hands explore his arms and ran her manicured nails down his chest. Sirius let a low whine of pleasure escape his lips.
Hermione sat up a little and reached around and released her bra. Sirius helped her out of it and flung it from him. Hermione lay back as he bent down to take a nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. Hermione sighed and pressed up against him, needing to feel all of him at once. She quit thinking and just let herself feel and react. This was right where she wanted to be, where she had wanted to be for weeks without really understanding it.
Sirius softly tickled her side with one hand, his other hand gently massaging her breast as he kissed and licked his way down her body. He got to her knickers and looped his fingers around the sides, Hermione watched him pull them off, there was something she was nervous about.
“Well, this is new.” He looked up at her with a grin. She let him part her legs so he could take a closer look. The salon witch had given her the magic equivalent of a bikini wax, the only thing she was left with was a ‘landing strip.’ Hermione sighed as Sirius tested out the new feel of her nearly bare pussy.
Sirius moved back up her body to whisper in her ear. “Not that I’m complaining. Its very sexy, Hermione.” He could sense she was a little nervous about her new look, never in her life had she considered such a thing. His hand gently explored her folds, she sighed and bucked her hips into his hand which brought a little growl of approval from Sirius.
“I don’t think its fair that I’m naked while you still have your boxers on.” Hermione pouted a little, anxious to see his glory.
Sirius instantly complied and shed his briefs, exposing his proud manhood to her gaze. She reached out to touch him with far more confidence than she had ever displayed before. She was remembering the morning she caught him in the bathroom, she was a quick learner and had an example to follow. She stroked him with far more knowledge of how to please him than ever before. He moaned at the touch, his head thrown back.
“Someone was paying attention.” He gently teased her, wondering just how long she had been standing there.
Hermione watched with wonder as he his face flushed, he thrust his hips gently into her hands which were both stroking him now. He wanted to be able to maintain his stamina, it wouldn’t hurt to get this first one out of the way. He really wanted to be pleasuring her but he wasn’t in a mood to argue.
“Teach me how to please you, Sirius. I know I used to know how.” She looked at him with her doe eyes, he opened his to look at her, considering her request. He really hadn’t ever taught her how to please him but there was just no sense in sharing that piece of information
Sirius took one of her hands and brought it to his mouth, he took her index finger and placed it in his mouth. He sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around her finger tip, thrusting the finger in and out of his mouth. She paused lost in the sensation of his tongue, uncertain what he meant and then the light bulb went off. She smiled and slowly lowered her head to his cock. Sirius watched her intently, scarcely believing his innocent witch was about to engage in such a naughty act.
Hermione opened her mouth and swallowed the head, she sucked gently on it and swirled her tongue around. She further lowered her head, taking in as much as she could. She could hear Sirius moaning and panting but she didn’t let that distract her. She realized she wasn’t going to be able to fit the whole thing in her mouth, his cock was rather long. She brought her hands up and gripped the base while her mouth worked the other end.
Sirius moaned freely, Hermione looked over at him, he was breathing heavily, unable to tear his eyes away from her mouth. She tried to giggle but with her mouth full of cock it came off as more of a hum.
“Oh, Merlin! That’s so fucking good, baby.” Sirius praised her as he gently bucked into her mouth.
Hermione got a thrill knowing her efforts pleased him, it was a huge turn on to hear his sighs and moans, knowing it was her doing. She sucked and swirled her tongue, her head bobbing up and down on the shaft, humming the whole time. She stroked his cock with one hand while her other tenderly massaged his balls.
His breaths got shorter and shorter, a continuous flow of filth spilling from his mouth. Hermione could only imagine what he was feeling, she had yet to experience this herself. The experience created a reaction in her body, her pussy was soaking and it was beginning to spread to her inner thighs.
Sirius tensed and cried out her name as he came, his eyes locked on her mouth. Hermione knew this about to happen, she had watched his essence shoot out of him that morning, she was prepared for this. She felt the warm liquid shoot into her mouth, it was slightly salty but not unpleasant. She sat back and Sirius watched as she swallowed. She completely floored him.
“Oh god, Hermione. If I didn’t know better I’d assume you had done that before.” She climbed on him and draped herself across his body, she couldn’t help looking up at him with a pleased grin.
Sirius allowed himself a moment to recover, letting his heart rate and breathing get back to normal. As soon as he had, she found herself flipped over, looking down at a southbound Sirius. He wanted to taste her now and wasn’t interested in the preamble. Hermione was surprised by his sudden burst of intensity and suddenly didn’t give a damn as his hot tongue made contact with her entrance. If it weren’t for his firm grip on her thighs, she would have bucked into the sensation.
Sirius groaned when he saw how wet she was, he licked her juices into his mouth, relishing the familiar taste that he had been missing. He had been fantasizing about this all evening, picturing her pussy laid open before him, his to do with as he pleased. He loved to hear her sigh and moan, each sweet sound sent a jolt of energy to his groin.
He tasted every part of her before settling on moist bud, Hermione cried out to him at the contact, her hands roamed in his hair. Sirius started off slowly, listening for changes in her breathing and whether she was sighing or moaning or cursing. He knew what her every reaction meant, knew exactly how to please her, how to shift her into a higher gear.
When he pressed a finger into her she called out to him again, he added another and then another. He thrust his fingers into her rhythmically over and over and over again. He sucked gently on her nub as he thrust his fingers faster and faster. When she started swearing he knew she was close, he thrust ever harder and felt the walls of her pussy begin to twitch. He increased the suction on her clit and felt her sleeve flutter and then clamp down on his fingers as her orgasm hit.
Hermione was not prepared for her orgasm, nothing in life had prepared her for the mix of sensation and frustration that led up to it. She pleaded with him not to stop, not to ever stop, she started out with a soft voice and was shouting by the time she came. A look of pleasured surprise was frozen on her face as the intense, heated sensation shot through her.
Now it was his turn to grin at her, smug and rather pleased with himself. He could be as smug as he liked for all she cared, he’d earned it.
Sirius slid up her body and covered her mouth with his, she could taste herself on his lips and found it arousing. Sirius let her recover before he began to work her up again. She had never experienced anything so wonderful and yet she had a feeling something was missing, she ached for something.
The more he touched and kissed her, the stronger the ache became, she needed something, needed it badly. Finally she put words to her need.
“Please, Sirius…”
He complied, tonight was the not the night for teasing, for holding himself out of reach. Tonight was about finding each other once again, finding that missing piece, completing each other.
He pressed himself into her, they both moaned their approval, her hips rose to meet his thrust.
“God, its good to be back inside of you, baby.”
Everything made sense, this was what she had been pining for.
“Oh, Sirius…I missed you too.” She hadn’t understood that truth until this moment. He was surprised by her confession but also pleased that something of them had remained in her.
Sirius took her with slow strokes, just enjoying being back inside her. Her velvet depth welcomed him, they sighed and moaned with every stroke. They found a familiar rhythm and like every other physical expression of their love, she knew she had done this before, done this with him and him alone.
The flew together, higher and higher, calling tenderly out to each other, lost to the sensation. They increased their pace, seeking their release together.
“More, Sirius. I need more…”
He lifted her by the hips and slammed into her harder and harder, giving her what he knew she needed. Every muscle in his body was tensed and flexed, he looked like a god to her. All her nerves were strung tight, the tension in her body was at its height. Just when she didn’t think she could stand the sweet frustration another second her dam broke, pulling him over with her, calling out to each other.
They collapsed together, sated, as they caught their breath, there bodies slowing back to normal.
Sirius and Hermione lay entwined together, gently caressing and stroking each other, basking in the after glow of their love making. They whispered endearments and confessions of love and were gently tugged into deep, contented sleep.
Love, part 2
NC17
Hermione relaxed into her chair with a deep, contented sigh. She had never felt anything so amazing in her whole life. The chair she was reclining in was charmed to deliver peace and relaxation, it felt like a thousand skilled fingers were massaging her whole body. She listened to relaxing, soothing music and she was enveloped in a heavenly scent. This sort of thing always seemed so frivolous to her but she was quickly gaining an appreciation for it. She looked over at her companions and gave them a dreamy smile.
She and Tonks had come to the spa to get some help for Hermione’s hair and had run into Tonks’ mother Andromeda. Andromeda talked the girls into getting a day of beauty with her. She used guilt for Hermione, expressing a desire to catch up with her, claiming this was the perfect opportunity. Tonks could create any of these changes herself but she wanted Hermione to feel more comfortable, so she joined in.
Hermione was dressed in a plush cotton robe, she was completely naked underneath. The salon witch was setting things into motion. At the same time she was receiving a manicure and a pedicure, the various files, clippers, tints and lotions went to work of their own accord. The salon witch conjured a basin and tipped Hermione’s head into it, warm water and shampoo flowed from the tip of her wand. She flicked her wand at Hermione’s head, invisible hands went to work on her scalp, washing her hair. It was delightful.
“I was so surprised to see you here, is there something special going on?” Andromeda looked over at Hermione from her chair.
“She’s going to the Queen Maeve event tonight, with Sirius.” Tonks grinned over at her mother.
“Oh, well…you’re going to have a wonderful time. You’ll see Ted and I there tonight.” Andromeda’s salon witch gently turned her head so that she could wash her hair.
Hermione’s salon witch rinsed her hair, vanished the basin and helped Hermione into a sitting position. She checked on her fingers and toes, upon seeing everything complete and looking perfect she dismissed the implements.
“Alright, dearie. What do you want to do with your hair?” The salon witch picked her hair up in her hands and examined it carefully.
“Well, I was sort of hoping you could help me with some ideas.” Hermione glared wretchedly at her hair in the mirror.
Just as she was about to make some suggestions a very flustered salon witch showed a haughty, angry blond witch to the chair beside her. Andromeda looked over to see it who was, her features darkened into a scowl and she rolled her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Lyra? I’ve never seen you so upset.” The salon witch cooed sympathetically to Lyra Edgecombe.
“Men! That’s what’s wrong.” Lyra fumed in her chair which seemed to have no affect on her mood.
Hermione glanced over at her neighbor and gave her a smile. The blond looked at her, blinked and then simply looked away. Hermione was surprised but mostly unaffected, she was trying to be nice but she didn’t know this witch. It was none of her concern.
“Hermione, Nymphadora described your dress…” There was a sound of protest from Tonks. “I think you should wear your hair up, with maybe a few tendrils curling in the front.”
“Andromeda, is that you?” The blond rudely interrupted.
“Hello, Lyra.” Andromeda sounded weary, like she was waiting for something. She glanced at Tonks and then at Hermione. Tonks caught her mother’s gist and looked at Hermione with a finger to her lips.
“I just saw your cousin, quite full of himself these days.” Hermione’s eyes widened, she realized just who this witch was talking about.
“So, you finally caught up to him?” Andromeda sounded exceedingly bored.
“His name has been in the Prophet so much lately, quite a bit of trouble he’s been up to. You’d think he’d be happy to see a friendly face.” Hermione suddenly realized that Sirius must have given this tall, stunningly gorgeous, blond witch the brush off. A happy, dreamy expression softened her face.
“His wife has been rather ill, Lyra. He’s been distracted with her recovery.” Andromeda dropped her little bomb, curious to see what Lyra would do with it.
“Wife!” Scoffed Lyra irritably. “As if that scoundrel has any business being someone’s husband.” Hermione turned angrily to Lyra.
“He’s a rather good husband, actually. I’ll thank you not to speak ill of him.” Hermione dropped her own bomb, rather coolly, challenging Lyra to contradict her.
“Mind your own business.”
“Well, seeing as he is my husband, it is entirely my business.” Hermione watched Lyra’s expression change from irritation, to surprise and then anger.
“You! You’re just a child!” Lyra looked Hermione up and down.
“I’m eighteen.” Lyra gave her a look that suggested she thought eighteen was still too young.
“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into with that one.” Lyra narrowed her eyes at Hermione, hoping to implant an insecurity or two.
“Lyra, I think you need to calm down.” Andromeda suddenly realized that Lyra was capable of doing quite a bit of damage.
“I don’t know…it certainly sounds like he turned you down.” Hermione leveled Lyra with a smile on her face, her eyes glittered with contempt for the witch who dared to speak ill of her wizard.
Lyra opened and closed her mouth a few times. A new respect for the young witch next to her was seeping slowly in. She might have been young but she held her own. She turned her attention away from Hermione and back to the nervous looking salon witch.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” The salon witch quickly went to work on Lyra.
Hermione’s own salon witch looked at her with pride. She bent down to Hermione’s ear and whispered. “Let’s get busy and make you the most beautiful witch at that gala tonight.”
Hermione smiled gratefully. She was trembling slightly, partly with anger at Lyra, partly with nerves. She had just gone head to head with one of Sirius’ ex girlfriends, she was shocked at her daring. She looked over at Andromeda and Tonks who were both staring open mouthed at her. Andromeda recovered first, she gave Hermione a big smile and winked at her.
“I think I know just what to do with you!” The salon witch gave Hermione a big smile. “Just trust me.”
Hermione watched in wonder as the salon witch tamed her hair. The normally somewhat bushy, frizzy hair hung in smooth locks around her face. Then the salon witch pulled some from the front over to one side and fixed it in place, she set some in the back, pulled high and curled over and fixed in large loops. The rest she let hang down the back in large beautiful curls. She took a little peak at Hermione’s new dress to get an idea of the color. She set glittering red stars, artfully placed just in front of where her hair was pulled high. Hermione was speechless.
“Will it last? There are still a few hours before the event starts.” She was afraid to move.
The salon witch smiled comfortingly at Hermione and flicked her wand at Hermione’s hair which glowed a soft purple for just a moment.
“Still soft, see…” She picked up a couple of curls and ran her fingers through them, they bounced right back into place. “We should probably do your make up next.”
“Make up?”
“I want you to put that pompous, self important blow hard to shame tonight.” Her salon witch whispered conspiratorially in her ear.
“Is she going to be there?” Hermione whispered and looked over at Lyra.
Her salon witch nodded and whispered. “Oh yeah. That’s Lyra Edgecombe, she never misses a Queen Maeve night.”
Hermione screwed her face into a puzzled frown and whispered back. “Edgecombe…as in Madam Edgecombe?”
“Yeah, that’s her aunt.” An evil smiled spread across Hermione’s face. She didn’t say anything for fear of being overheard. She didn’t want more trouble with Lyra.
Once again, Hermione watched as she was transformed. The make over was simple, the salon witch merely brought out Hermione’s natural beauty. When she was done with that she added sparkling Diamond Dust to her neck and chest and placed a few small, tasteful red stars on her cheeks.
Andromeda looked over at the completed Hermione and thought to herself that if the red stars were white Hermione would look very much like the perfect bride.
“One last thing.” The salon witch led Hermione away.
“Sirius is going to lose his mind when he sees her.” Tonks admired Hermione as she walked away.
“Especially after they finish her up.” Andromeda gave her daughter an evil smile. “I told them to add a hair removal to her package.”
“Did you really?” Tonks had to laugh.
Hermione returned a few minutes later, fully dressed.
“Where did they take you?” Tonks’ voice dripped with innocence.
“Never you mind.” Hermione was very red in the face.
“Well, dearie. You’re all set for tonight.” She gave Hermione a little wink. She instantly flushed once again.
“Thank you.” She took once last look at herself in the mirror. She could scarcely believe it was her face looking back.
“You’re going to stun tonight, Hermione!” Tonks almost wished that she and Remus could afford to go to something like that.
Hermione and Tonks made one last stop at the shoe store. As they were crossing the street Hermione saw Sirius and Remus walking back toward High Street. She stifled the urge to call out to them and quickly turned Tonks in the opposite direction. Once the shoe purchase was completed she and Tonks left for the Leakey Cauldron where they had a quick bite of late lunch. Tonks brought Hermione home, they spent a few minutes admiring Hermione’s new dress as it hung from the closet door. Hermione was vibrating with anticipatory nerves.
Tonks gave Hermione a parting hug and left for home.
Hermione looked at the time and realized she needed to get into her dress. She unzipped it and stepped in. She pulled it on and was struggling with the zipper when a pair of hands came to her rescue.
“You could have used your wand.” Sirius chuckled his admonishment.
He looked up to view his witch in the mirror and was rendered speechless. Sirius swallowed dryly.
“Sirius?” He didn’t say anything for a minute. “Oh, you don’t like it.” Hermione felt crushed.
Sirius shook his head to clear it, he placed his hands on her hips, lightly crushing the silk fabric of her dress. He spun her around and stepped back, admiring her with unmasked desire.
“You are the most beautiful witch I have ever known, Hermione.” His words reminded her of Lyra Edgecombe, a witch she considered to be far prettier than herself. She searched his eyes and found only honest truth. Her heart beat against her chest for her wizard, this man who always treated her like she was precious.
“Sirius, I love you.”
He stepped forward and caught her up in passionate kiss, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her possessively against his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support, she could feel the kiss down to her toes, it made her legs weak.
“I love you so much, Hermione. You just made me the happiest man in the world.” His mouth descended to hers once again. He walked her backwards to the bathroom counter and set her up on it. He gently parted her legs and stepped in between them, pressing against the fabric of her dress.
“When I get you home tonight I’m making love to you. I won’t be denied any longer.” It was a statement of fact, not a request. There was nothing soft or pleading in his voice, he was staking his claim. Hermione nodded weakly, almost wishing they didn’t have plans, nearly ready to throw the days efforts aside. He released her and stepped back, realizing he was very close to losing control. She looked like a princess in her dress, with her hair and make up done. Tonks had done her job well, Hermione deserved her night out. He had waited this long, he could wait a little longer.
“I bought something for you today.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two boxes, one long, one small. He opened the long one and pulled out a necklace, there were three linked trinity knots, the center knot was larger than the others. In the center of each knot was nestled a large diamond. Hermione caught her breath. “There is a powerful protection charm on this one, I’d like for you to wear it always.” He placed the necklace on her neck and fastened the clasp. Hermione turned to look at herself in the mirror, she reached her hand up to touch it.
“Thank you, Sirius. It’s beautiful.” She was awed by his generosity which seemed to flow endlessly.
“I just thought these would look pretty with whatever you bought today.” He handed her the second box. She opened it to find two large princess cut diamond earrings.
“I’m glad I bought new dress robes today, otherwise I don’t think I would be fit to escort you.” He smiled at her blush. “Why don’t you put your shoes on and let me get dressed, then we’ll go. I want to get there a little early to show you off.”
“Why didn’t you mention that tonight was such a large event?” She sat on the end of the bed to put her shoes on.
Sirius shrugged. “You would have argued with me about whether or not we would go at all. If Tonks told you I knew the pressure would be on to buy the right dress and treat yourself to the spa.”
Hermione made an indignant sound. “Think you know me so well?”
Sirius paused. “You did it, didn’t you?”
Hermione muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘arrogant arse.’
“What did you say?” There was a note of amusement in his voice.
“I didn’t.” Hermione tried to ignore his smug grin. She left the bedroom to wait for him in the living room. When he emerged, she caught her breath. His tuxedo like robes were perfectly fitted to his frame, his long hair was pulled back in a tight queue.
“I think we’ll be the couple to beat.” He spoke without a trace of modesty. “Ready to go?” Hermione nodded mutely, not trusting herself to speak. She was having trouble believing that this handsome wizard was really all hers.
Sirius walked them out into the backyard, he placed his arm around her waist. They disappeared with a soft ‘pop.’
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The Queen Maeve Theater was hidden in similar fashion to that of the Ministry of Magic or St. Mungo’s. It was located in a warehouse district, the heavy chains with locks on every door fell easily away with a simple ‘Alohamora.’
Once inside it was anything but a warehouse. Chandeliers twinkled from the high ceiling in the reception area, it was sumptuously decorated in dark purples lending an intimate feeling to the large room. There were only a few chairs which were all against the walls and clearly intended for elderly witches and wizards. The point of the room was to mill about and socialize before the show and during intermission. House elves scurried about with trays of horderves and wine.
When Sirius and Hermione entered the loud sound of a large group of people in the midst of conversation died away. Hermione froze, she hadn’t expected to make an entrance. She was hoping to slip in and quietly find Andromeda and Ted. She quickly scanned the room, looking for some explanation for why their arrival was clearly anticipated. Her eyes landed on Lyra Edgecombe who was currently and rather rudely, pointing in her direction.
“Are you alright?” Sirius paused, not caring what anyone else thought. His concern was solely for the witch beside him.
Hermione drew herself up, this was unexpected but not insurmountable. “Absolutely.”
Hermione walked proudly beside her wizard and looked around, all eyes were on her. Lyra hadn’t done herself any favors and was wishing she had just kept her mouth shut. Hermione was the cynosure of the evening. She was stunning in her red dress and made a gorgeous couple with Sirius. Lyra, who had the attention of the room when she was gossiping about the child that Sirius had married was forgotten when he showed up with his elegant young wife.
Hermione looked around and saw Rita Skeeter looking in their direction. Hermione had to stifle a giggle when she saw what Rita was wearing. It was the tentacled sea monster dress in lime green, it was hideous. Rita Skeeter waltzed up to Sirius and Hermione with her camera man in tow. Sirius put his arm around Hermione’s waist and posed them for the camera like he’d done this a thousand times before. He said a few printable words to Rita and then guided them over to some people Hermione knew.
Andromeda and Ted greeted them warmly and explained what Lyra had been up to. Sirius nodded and scowled in her direction. Andromeda recounted with pride how Hermione had put Lyra in her place.
“That’s my girl!” Sirius looked down at his witch with love and pride. It didn’t hurt that Hermione heard how he turned Lyra away, he would never have brought it up. He enjoyed knowing that Hermione had proof of his commitment and devotion to her. Being the wizarding world’s most notorious playboy had been fun but those days were behind him now. He had something real and good with Hermione and had no intention of putting it in any sort of jeopardy.
Hermione told Andromeda, Ted and Sirius about her run in with Lyra’s younger cousin during her fifth year. Marietta Edgecombe had betrayed the DA to Delores Umbridge which resulted in a face covered in pimples spelling out the word SNEAK. Hermione explained the spell she put on the parchment and was rewarded with looks of both surprise and pride.
“Let’s just hope Lyra doesn’t figure out which witch you are.” Sirius was amused and pleased by this little piece of information. Hermione was clever and inventive and could handle her own. It gave him a little less to worry about.
Witches and wizards began to make passes by Sirius to offer their greeting and get an introduction to his wife. Ludo Bagman and his wife were among the first to make their way over. Ludo had a vague recollection of Hermione, Sirius offered that she was Harry Potter’s best friend and Ludo snapped his fingers in recognition. The next to make their way over was Glenda Chittock, popular presenter of the WWN program, Witching Hour. She was a glamorous witch but a friendly one, she seemed to know Sirius pretty well. She offered Hermione a guest spot on her show, Hermione wasn’t sure what to say to that. Sirius gently encouraged her, telling her it would be fun and before she knew it, she had agreed.
Hermione noted that Tonks had been entirely correct, there was a predominance of dresses in silver and green. Other House colors were mixed in as well but all of the attendees were from well known, wealthy pureblood families, regardless of House. She was surprised by the number of people who shared last names with known death eaters, who were themselves never known to be in that number. She realized that she was meeting their extended family.
She met Cliodna Lestrange, Sirius explained that she was the daughter of Rodolphus’ brother Romulus. She offered her compliments to Hermione on her dress and invited her around for tea. Hermione thanked her graciously, intending never to find herself alone with that particular woman. She felt a little guilty, that maybe she was judging to harshly. She would hate for Sirius or Andromeda to be judged on their family associations.
If the witch or wizard wasn’t from a wealthy, pureblood family the colors of dress robes and dresses were less predictable, many of them opting for flamboyant as opposed to House colors. Devlin Whitehorn, founder of the famous Nimbus racing broom company wore flashy silver robes accented with deep purple. He spoke very quickly and dashed off to meet more people.
She met Miranda Goshawk, an elderly witch with sharp eyes and an even sharper mind. Hermione couldn’t help herself, she gushed over just how much she loved Goshawk’s books. Sirius pulled her away with an indulgent smile.
Sirius paraded her around the room, proudly introducing her to proper wizarding society. There was clearly a bit of a boys club of whom he was definitely a member. They teased him good naturedly about having to take the wife home and not spending the rest of the night carousing and chasing witches. Hermione found that she was learning quite a bit about Sirius and for his part he was not embarrassed for her to see it. This was a part of who he was and he wanted her to know all of him.
The other thing she noticed was a collection of witches in their twenties and thirties who were obviously hunting for men. Whether it was husband hunting or just good time hunting, it was hard to tell. There was clearly a dress code and an etiquette that was followed here. The flirting happened within those strictures so none of it was tasteless or offensive. This was polite wizard society.
Lyra Edgecombe was stationed in the middle of this group of women, their self appointed leader for the evening. Her sour grapes made for good gossip and since this was the only attention she was receiving that night, she made the most of it.
The room buzzed with Hermione’s name and the devotion with which her husband regarded her. This was practically her coming out party and she was having a wonderful time. Sirius wanted her to share in every aspect of his life, he was many things at once. This wasn’t the sum of who he was but he did travel in this circle from time to time.
The lights flickered over head, indicating it was time to find your seat. Rather than stadium style seating, each family or group of people had a box. Sirius and Hermione would be sharing a box with Andromeda and Ted.
Hermione rather enjoyed the presentation, the orchestra were instruments charmed to play on their own. The dancing was rather like ballet except that the dancers literally danced on air, about a foot off the floor. The scenes would magically change when necessary. Hermione was delighted with show, she was having a wonderful night out with Sirius
Intermission lasted thirty minutes and was a time when groups got together to decide what to do after the show. Andromeda and Ted made a suggestion that they grab a bite to eat. Despite the fact that they were both quite hungry, they politely declined. They already had plans for after the show.
When the show was over they talked with Andromeda and Ted for a few minutes. Despite their clearly wizard garb they stopped at a muggle Indian restaurant for a bite before going home.
Sirius waited until he had the door closed behind him before pulling Hermione to him and claiming her lips as his own. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress and slid it off her body and onto the floor. He helped her to step out of it, they left where it lay as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
“I hope you know you were the most beautiful witch in the room tonight. I was so proud to be on your arm.” He laid her gently on the bed and slid down beside her. He looked into her brown depths and released her hair from its confines. The stars disappeared as her hair cascaded down in large looping curls.
“I love you, baby.” Sirius was waiting for her to tell him that he needed to stop. Despite his earlier words he would never force her. He felt certain she wanted this too.
“I love you too, Sirius.” Hermione knew she wanted this. She had no uncertainty left. “I want to be with you.” She answered his unasked question. She knew he needed this reassurance to move forward.
Sirius kissed her briefly. He stood up and disrobed down to his boxer shorts and rejoined her on the bed. He slid up her body, starting with her legs, kissing his whole way up. He circled her belly button with his tongue and massaged her breasts. He licked and sucked along her neck and across her jaw. He stopped at her mouth.
“I don’t deserve you but I’m so glad you’re mine.” This moment was significant for him. She wasn’t his because the Ministry of Magic had passed a law, she was his because she wanted him. She was free to go her own way if she so desired. He felt cleansed by her choice. He knew that she forgave him despite the affect his careless mistake had on her life. He wanted to be a better man because of her.
“You have taken such good care of me, Sirius. Let’s leave the past where it belongs.” In her mind this was her first time but she wasn’t the frightened girl from so many months before. She was a young woman deeply in love with her man, ready to give herself, body, mind and soul.
Sirius had what he needed to move forward with her. He cupped her face gently with both hands and delivered a passionate kiss. His lips bruised hers but his fingers gently caressed the skin on her face. Hermione noted with wonder that his hands were trembling. She hadn’t expected her affect on him to be so strong. She let her hands explore his arms and ran her manicured nails down his chest. Sirius let a low whine of pleasure escape his lips.
Hermione sat up a little and reached around and released her bra. Sirius helped her out of it and flung it from him. Hermione lay back as he bent down to take a nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. Hermione sighed and pressed up against him, needing to feel all of him at once. She quit thinking and just let herself feel and react. This was right where she wanted to be, where she had wanted to be for weeks without really understanding it.
Sirius softly tickled her side with one hand, his other hand gently massaging her breast as he kissed and licked his way down her body. He got to her knickers and looped his fingers around the sides, Hermione watched him pull them off, there was something she was nervous about.
“Well, this is new.” He looked up at her with a grin. She let him part her legs so he could take a closer look. The salon witch had given her the magic equivalent of a bikini wax, the only thing she was left with was a ‘landing strip.’ Hermione sighed as Sirius tested out the new feel of her nearly bare pussy.
Sirius moved back up her body to whisper in her ear. “Not that I’m complaining. Its very sexy, Hermione.” He could sense she was a little nervous about her new look, never in her life had she considered such a thing. His hand gently explored her folds, she sighed and bucked her hips into his hand which brought a little growl of approval from Sirius.
“I don’t think its fair that I’m naked while you still have your boxers on.” Hermione pouted a little, anxious to see his glory.
Sirius instantly complied and shed his briefs, exposing his proud manhood to her gaze. She reached out to touch him with far more confidence than she had ever displayed before. She was remembering the morning she caught him in the bathroom, she was a quick learner and had an example to follow. She stroked him with far more knowledge of how to please him than ever before. He moaned at the touch, his head thrown back.
“Someone was paying attention.” He gently teased her, wondering just how long she had been standing there.
Hermione watched with wonder as he his face flushed, he thrust his hips gently into her hands which were both stroking him now. He wanted to be able to maintain his stamina, it wouldn’t hurt to get this first one out of the way. He really wanted to be pleasuring her but he wasn’t in a mood to argue.
“Teach me how to please you, Sirius. I know I used to know how.” She looked at him with her doe eyes, he opened his to look at her, considering her request. He really hadn’t ever taught her how to please him but there was just no sense in sharing that piece of information
Sirius took one of her hands and brought it to his mouth, he took her index finger and placed it in his mouth. He sucked on it gently, swirling his tongue around her finger tip, thrusting the finger in and out of his mouth. She paused lost in the sensation of his tongue, uncertain what he meant and then the light bulb went off. She smiled and slowly lowered her head to his cock. Sirius watched her intently, scarcely believing his innocent witch was about to engage in such a naughty act.
Hermione opened her mouth and swallowed the head, she sucked gently on it and swirled her tongue around. She further lowered her head, taking in as much as she could. She could hear Sirius moaning and panting but she didn’t let that distract her. She realized she wasn’t going to be able to fit the whole thing in her mouth, his cock was rather long. She brought her hands up and gripped the base while her mouth worked the other end.
Sirius moaned freely, Hermione looked over at him, he was breathing heavily, unable to tear his eyes away from her mouth. She tried to giggle but with her mouth full of cock it came off as more of a hum.
“Oh, Merlin! That’s so fucking good, baby.” Sirius praised her as he gently bucked into her mouth.
Hermione got a thrill knowing her efforts pleased him, it was a huge turn on to hear his sighs and moans, knowing it was her doing. She sucked and swirled her tongue, her head bobbing up and down on the shaft, humming the whole time. She stroked his cock with one hand while her other tenderly massaged his balls.
His breaths got shorter and shorter, a continuous flow of filth spilling from his mouth. Hermione could only imagine what he was feeling, she had yet to experience this herself. The experience created a reaction in her body, her pussy was soaking and it was beginning to spread to her inner thighs.
Sirius tensed and cried out her name as he came, his eyes locked on her mouth. Hermione knew this about to happen, she had watched his essence shoot out of him that morning, she was prepared for this. She felt the warm liquid shoot into her mouth, it was slightly salty but not unpleasant. She sat back and Sirius watched as she swallowed. She completely floored him.
“Oh god, Hermione. If I didn’t know better I’d assume you had done that before.” She climbed on him and draped herself across his body, she couldn’t help looking up at him with a pleased grin.
Sirius allowed himself a moment to recover, letting his heart rate and breathing get back to normal. As soon as he had, she found herself flipped over, looking down at a southbound Sirius. He wanted to taste her now and wasn’t interested in the preamble. Hermione was surprised by his sudden burst of intensity and suddenly didn’t give a damn as his hot tongue made contact with her entrance. If it weren’t for his firm grip on her thighs, she would have bucked into the sensation.
Sirius groaned when he saw how wet she was, he licked her juices into his mouth, relishing the familiar taste that he had been missing. He had been fantasizing about this all evening, picturing her pussy laid open before him, his to do with as he pleased. He loved to hear her sigh and moan, each sweet sound sent a jolt of energy to his groin.
He tasted every part of her before settling on moist bud, Hermione cried out to him at the contact, her hands roamed in his hair. Sirius started off slowly, listening for changes in her breathing and whether she was sighing or moaning or cursing. He knew what her every reaction meant, knew exactly how to please her, how to shift her into a higher gear.
When he pressed a finger into her she called out to him again, he added another and then another. He thrust his fingers into her rhythmically over and over and over again. He sucked gently on her nub as he thrust his fingers faster and faster. When she started swearing he knew she was close, he thrust ever harder and felt the walls of her pussy begin to twitch. He increased the suction on her clit and felt her sleeve flutter and then clamp down on his fingers as her orgasm hit.
Hermione was not prepared for her orgasm, nothing in life had prepared her for the mix of sensation and frustration that led up to it. She pleaded with him not to stop, not to ever stop, she started out with a soft voice and was shouting by the time she came. A look of pleasured surprise was frozen on her face as the intense, heated sensation shot through her.
Now it was his turn to grin at her, smug and rather pleased with himself. He could be as smug as he liked for all she cared, he’d earned it.
Sirius slid up her body and covered her mouth with his, she could taste herself on his lips and found it arousing. Sirius let her recover before he began to work her up again. She had never experienced anything so wonderful and yet she had a feeling something was missing, she ached for something.
The more he touched and kissed her, the stronger the ache became, she needed something, needed it badly. Finally she put words to her need.
“Please, Sirius…”
He complied, tonight was the not the night for teasing, for holding himself out of reach. Tonight was about finding each other once again, finding that missing piece, completing each other.
He pressed himself into her, they both moaned their approval, her hips rose to meet his thrust.
“God, its good to be back inside of you, baby.”
Everything made sense, this was what she had been pining for.
“Oh, Sirius…I missed you too.” She hadn’t understood that truth until this moment. He was surprised by her confession but also pleased that something of them had remained in her.
Sirius took her with slow strokes, just enjoying being back inside her. Her velvet depth welcomed him, they sighed and moaned with every stroke. They found a familiar rhythm and like every other physical expression of their love, she knew she had done this before, done this with him and him alone.
The flew together, higher and higher, calling tenderly out to each other, lost to the sensation. They increased their pace, seeking their release together.
“More, Sirius. I need more…”
He lifted her by the hips and slammed into her harder and harder, giving her what he knew she needed. Every muscle in his body was tensed and flexed, he looked like a god to her. All her nerves were strung tight, the tension in her body was at its height. Just when she didn’t think she could stand the sweet frustration another second her dam broke, pulling him over with her, calling out to each other.
They collapsed together, sated, as they caught their breath, there bodies slowing back to normal.
Sirius and Hermione lay entwined together, gently caressing and stroking each other, basking in the after glow of their love making. They whispered endearments and confessions of love and were gently tugged into deep, contented sleep.