Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never will :(

Okay, this is a 3-shot. Little plot bunny that jumped into my brain. Anyway, please review! These guys are my alltime favourite couple!

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Hermione plonked herself down on the red loveseat in the library and opened her favourite book. Her favourite book, of course, was Hogwarts: A History but the library was not the one at school, nor the one at home. Instead, it was the library of the elusive Sirius Black, and she was there for Christmas, along with Harry and the Weasleys.

She had barely got stuck into the first page when a stampede outside the door occurred. Loud voices accompanied them, and within three seconds (which Hermione counted down) four boys and one girl tumbled into the room. Hermione decided not to look up from her book just yet, hoping to fit in a few more sentences before they demanded her attention.

"Hermione!"

No such luck there. She picked up her personalised bookmark, placed it on the page (even though it was the first page - it was habit) and closed the book, all without sighing. It was when she let her brown eyes land on the heap of limbs that the sound crossed her lips.

"What's happened this time?" She asked.

"Well, he's put..."

"She's lost it..."

"Crazy..."

Hermione opened her book again and read those sentences she wanted to. It took an impressive twenty seconds of them ranting before they realised she wasn't paying attention to them and they were silent.

"First of all, get up from the floor," Hermione said, her eyes still on the page.

She saw them obeyed her out of the corner of her eye. They arranged themselves in a somewhat orderly fashion and she put down the book to look at the red-haired girl.

"What's happened, Ginny?" Hermione enquired.

"They put red dye in my shampoo!" She cried, brandishing the offending bottle in front of her as proof.

"Ginny, your hair is red any way," Hermione stated. "Why is it such a big deal?"

"I liked my natural hair colour!" Ginny shrieked. "And they're still testing on me!"

"Is this true?" Hermione asked the boys in her politest tone, trying desperately hard to not lose her temper.

"Well...um..."

"Is this true?" Hermione repeated, her voice getting louder.

"Yes," Fred admitted. "We didn't think she'd notice."

A cackle of mirth came from Ginny as she attempted to launch herself as Fred so she could get her fingers around his neck. Thankfully, Harry jumped in the middle of them so it was his neck that suffered.

"Ginny Weasley!" Hermione shouted. "Stop that at once." A guilty look crossed Ginny's face as she removed her hands from Harry's neck and took her position in line. Hermione lowered her voice again. "Now, when I am in the library, you only disturb me if it's something important. This is not important!"

"What am I going to do about my hair?" Ginny whined.

"Go and talk to your mother about it, I'm pretty sure she'll be able to sort it out, I mean, she is a witch," Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Boys, if you pull another prank on anyone in this household, I will make you regret it. Rest assured. Now, go away and leave me alone."

The twins held the door open for Ginny, and ushered their little brother through before running out the door and slamming it in Harry's face. Harry turned, stunned, and looked at Hermione, who just shrugged her shoulders. A minute or so later, Harry managed to remember how to open the door and he closed it softly behind him.

However, as she reached the third page, footfalls fell on the landing.

"I thought I asked you to leave me alone?" She snapped.

"Oh, sorry, I'll come back later," A familiar, yet extremely masculine sounding voice made her jump in shock.

"I thought you were them lot again," Hermione scowled as she looked up at Sirius. "They're so infuriating."

"I know," Sirius ran his hand through his shaggy mane of hair. "That's why I thought I'd come up here. I know they're not stupid enough to bother you again and I didn't think you'd mind me sitting in here quietly."

"No, not at all," Hermione went to gesture to a spare chair when she realised she was lounging on the only one. "Sorry, do you want to sit next to me?"

"I'm just going to get a book first," Sirius said, disappearing between the vast bookshelves.

Hermione buried herself back into her book, a smile gracing her face as she read the already memorised words. When she opened her books she was no longer Hermione Granger, geek extraordinaire, with bushy hair and a nose slightly too big for her face. No, she could be whoever she wanted to be, depending on her mood. Did she want to be an evil mastermind? A damsel in distress? Doomed in love?

She sighed and closed her book, leaning back on the loveseat as she shut her eyes in thought. It's not as if she needed a book to be doomed in love. She was intimidating, her vast knowledge of nearly everything scared off potential dates. She never had love letters slipped to her in class like Parvati Patil did, she never had a romantic picnic set out for her with a dream guy like Lavender Brown had, and she didn't have a different boyfriend every week like Ginny.

Ginny was a year younger than her and since her disastrous first year, she'd been out with no less than four guys. Four! Hermione had yet to have her first boyfriend, something she was well aware of as her dorm roommates whispered in the night about their fantastic love lives and commented on her lack of one when they thought she was asleep.

She was jolted out of her downward spiral of self pity by a sudden dip next to her. She opened her eyes to see Sirius sat next to her, his nose in a book. Hermione picked up her book and began reading it again, every-so-often her eyes diverting to the man next to her.

"What are you reading?" She asked eventually.

"My Sweet Audrina," he said.

"You're kidding!" She exclaimed. "I love that book!"

"I know, that's why I'm reading it," Sirius replied, an amused tone to his voice. "You keep going on about how great it is, so I thought I'd read it so I could see if it really is as good as you say it is."

"How far are you?" She quizzed, a blush creeping over her face as she remembered a part of the book, thankfully near to the end.

"She's just met Arden," He answered, looking up at her with his dark brown eyes. "In the woods?"

"The first time? Where she won't come out from behind the tree?"

"Yeah."

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but she soon shut it when she realised she couldn't think of anything. The blush still tinged her cheeks as she tried to read her book, but it was when she read the same sentence over and over that she snorted and put her book down. Sirius glanced at her but she was staring straight ahead.

"Hermione!" Mrs Weasley's dulcet tones swept up the stairs to her from the kitchen.

Hermione groaned and unfolded her legs from under her as she stretched out from her position. She put her book down on the loveseat.

"Anything you want?" She asked Sirius.

"Yeah, please, glass of water," He said.

Hermione ran down the stairs, taking small, fast steps as she hurried down, determined to avoid Mrs Weasley's inquisition. She reached the kitchen in record time and smiled at the motherly figure who was standing patiently.

"Hello, sweetheart, I don't suppose you know where Sirius is, do you?"

"He's in the library," Hermione replied. "Apparently he doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Oh, well, fine then," Mrs Weasley let out an exasperated sigh. "Now, what do you want for tea?"

"Um..." Hermione thought for a second. "Can I just have some porridge?"

"Certainly, dear, anything else?"

"That's it, thank you," Hermione replied as she went over to the sink and fill up a glass with water.

As she left the room she returned Mrs Weasley's smile and felt a rush of affection for the mother of seven. She took into account that Hermione was extremely picky about her food, especially now that she was determined to lose that puppy fat that plagued her and had taken to eating healthy things at irregular times. It also helped that she was no longer hungry.

She remembered when she went to the Burrow over the summer holidays and declared she wasn't hungry at dinner time. She wasn't quite sure what possessed her to think she could get away with no eating under Mrs Weasley's eye after spending her time at home where her parents hardly ever were. Still, Mrs Weasley accommodated her with not putting so much on her plate, but making sure she ate every mealtime.

She finally entered the library, and Sirius was still sat down reading the book. She placed the glass next to him and received a half-hearted 'thank you', before she resumed her seat next to him and dove back into her favourite pastime. But she still couldn't get into it.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" She cursed, flinging her book down.

"Did I really just hear Hermione Granger swear?" Sirius asked in surprise.

"Look, I am like every other girl on the planet, okay? I do swear, I like to hang out with my friends and I like to spend time on my appearance in the morning to make myself look half-way presentable to everyone else. Not like they notice," Hermione snapped, spilling all her anxiety forth.

"I had noticed actually," Sirius corrected her. "Now, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, I just can't relax," Hermione sighed.

Sirius eyed her for a moment, his eyebrow raised.

"Turn around," he motioned.

"What?"

"Turn around with your back to me."

Hermione caught the serious look in his eye and turned her back to him, feeling that if she did he would forcefully make her do it. She felt his firm touch on her back and went to ask him what he was doing before his fingers dug into her shoulder blades. She groaned out loud as he began to work hard on the kinks in her muscles she didn't even know she had and once he had finished with her shoulder blades he began to slowly work his way down her spine.

"You know, this would be a lot easier if you were on my bed," Sirius commented.

In a flash, Hermione was off the loveseat, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked accusingly at him. Sirius was so caught off guard by her sudden movement that his hands were still in front of him, but when he realised his mistake he dropped them.

"Silly girl," he laughed. "I meant because then you'd be laying down and stretched out so it would work better."

Hermione blushed deep red and buried her head in her hands. Her cheeks were boiling hot to the touch and she stammered out an apology and hurried out of the library. She ended up in her bedroom, knowing that no one ever willingly goes in there.

Hermione sat on her bed before laying down, her head connecting with her pillow with a soft thump. As much as she willed it to, her mind wouldn't stop replaying his words to her 'this would be a lot easier if you were on my bed'. For a second there she had been horrified by her reaction. Not that she was sickened by his seemingly perverted manner, but that she had wanted to jump on him and scream 'take me now!'.

Never before had she felt like that about anyone. She didn't even like Sirius in that way.

I guess you do

A small voice in her head spoke up. She growled at her stupid behaviour and threw one of her shoes across the room. There was a tentative knock on her door and she stood up, straightened herself up and went to answer it. The smile she had plastered on her face faded as the man of her current nightmares was stood on the other side.

"Hermione," he said, rather shortly. "You left your book."

"Thanks," she took it off him. He hesitated, as if to say something, before shaking his head and walking off. "Wait, Sirius!"

She ran up to him.

"I'm sorry about what happened in the library," She rushed. "I don't know what I was thinking. I'm just fed up with everyone else getting it on in this household and I'm left thinking that's all everyone wants to do."

"Everyone's getting it on?" Sirius asked with incredulity. "Who?"

"Well, you've got the couples in the Order, the Twins and whoever they can get in their bed, Ginny's been sending dirty love letters to her latest fling, Ron keeps masturbating and Harry, well, Harry's a lost cause. He's still mooning over Cho."

"Hm, I see what you mean," Sirius nodded. "Well, Hermione, you're in the same boat as me then."

"Ha, the Gryffindor Bad Boy and ex-con unable to get anyone?" Hermione snorted. "That's impossible.

"No, it's not," Sirius answered, slightly irritated by her tactlessness. "You forget that I'm a wanted man. I can't exactly waltz out of the house looking for a one night stand."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh," Sirius ran a hand through his hair, an unconscious habit that Hermione was beginning to notice. "And no one in this household would want to sleep with me. Besides, the woman in the order are either my relations or really old."

Hermione let a giggle escaped from her lips before covering her mouth with her hand.

"Why don't you just look for someone younger?" Hermione blurted.

"Are you offering?" Sirius took a step closer to her.

Hermione's tongue slipped out to wet her suddenly dry lips and she visibly gulped at the proximity.

"Do you want to?" She asked, her voice quiet and timid.

"Only if you do."

Without knowing how it happened, Hermione was kissing Sirius. His lips moved soundlessly against hers, and she kissed back, putting as much passion in that chaste kiss as she could. His mouth gently opened hers beneath him and his tongue darted into her mouth, tasting her. She wasn't entirely sure what to do, her experience in kisses was from the kiss-on-the-cheek she gave her family and friends, and this was completely different.

"Hermione," Sirius broke off the kiss and stared intently into her eyes. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

She shook her head, tears of embarrassment and frustration forming. When one fell, Sirius kissed it away.

"Calm, sweetheart," Sirius took her by the hand and led her back to her room, shutting the door behind her and warding it. "Come, sit with me."

He patted the bed next to him and she sat down, her tears starting to fall freely now.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm sixteen and that was my first kiss," Hermione sobbed. "Am I that unattractive?"

"I think you're beautiful."

"Do you mean that?" Hermione stopped crying to stare at him with glistening eyes.

"Why don't you let me show you?" Sirius pulled her close and kissed her with more passion and more fire than before.

The kiss was all consuming, and, once Sirius had settled into a rhythm, easy to pick up. She didn't even realise when Sirius' hand began to travel downwards and cupped her breast through her top. She pulled back and he instantly removed his hand, but she reached down, grabbed the material of her top with both hands and yanked it off, tossing it over her shoulder. When he stared at her in amazement, she reached behind her and disposed of her simple white bra in a similar fashion, before taking hold of his hand and putting it firmly back on her breast.

"Better?" She smirked.

"A lot," he breathed, gently moulding and shaping the bare breast.

As he went to take her mouth again, she took hold of her shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere in her haste to touch the planes of his stomach.

"You owe me a new shirt," Sirius growled, roughly claiming her mouth.

He pushed her onto her back and began attacking her neck and collarbone with the same ferocity he had just shown her mouth. When he nipped a particularly sensitive part, she moaned and arched her back, her breasts pushing against his chest,

Slowly, tantalisingly, he kissed his way down to those perfectly formed breasts of hers that kept teasing him and when he latched onto one of her hardened nipples she sighed in pleasure. He began to kiss, nip and suck upon that nipple, before switching to the other and giving that the same amount of attention. Finally he left a searing hot trail down to the top of her jeans, and she lifted her hips to help him pulled the now offending garment off. What she wasn't expecting was for her innocent white panties to go at the same time.

She gasped and when his hand touched her inner thigh she squeezed her legs together.

"Hermione, it's me, you can trust me," Sirius soothed.

Eventually she understood him and opened her legs to him. He put his hand gently back on her inner thigh and rubbed the sensitised skin there and when he felt she was ready, he edged closer to her hot core. When he touched her for the first time she instantly relaxed, enjoying the sensation as he separated her nether lips and touched her aching clit.

However, when he leaned forward and gently suckled on her with his mouth, she let out a shriek of approval, so loud that he feared it would break through his wards. Whilst she was distracted he slipped a finger inside her.

"Oh, Sirius," she groaned.

He allowed her to adjust to the intrusion, all the while continuing his ministrations with his mouth. He started to move the finger in and out of her, until he added a second finger and whilst he was inside her he began to stretch her. Her eyes fluttered closed as he continued to build up towards her release, but just when she was at the point when she was crying out his name, he removed his fingers and his mouth and positioned himself against her. Hermione felt him pressed against her and her eyes flew open in shock.

"I'm sorry," Sirius shook his head. "It's going to hurt."

"I know," Hermione could barely whisper.

He felt a pang in his heart for the young woman underneath him, but before he could let her back out, he entered her in a quick thrust, breaking straight through the barrier that protected her innocence. She cried out and grabbed hold of him tightly, her nails digging into his back as the pain overwhelmed her for a moment.

"Shit, that fucking hurt," Hermione half-giggled, half-cried.

"I warned you," Sirius said, bending his head down to kiss her. She accepted his kiss willingly and when she shifted her hips he groaned and took that as the sign to go ahead, as he pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in. She moaned into his lips as he repeated his movements, the pace agonisingly slow for him, but he wanted to make sure she was okay.

"Please...faster..."

The words he had been waiting for dropped from her lips in between her heavy gasps of breath and he moved much faster, the feeling of being inside her hot, tight sheath urged him to reach completion, but he held back his own pleasure for the sake of hers.

"Sirius...please..."

He reached between them and began to tease her bud of nerves relentlessly as he hit the right spot inside her and she loudly told him so with her begging. Again and again he hit that spot and when he felt she was near he buried himself deep within her and flicked her nub with his thumb and she exploded in his hands, screaming his name.

The feeling of her walls contracting around him was too much as he thrust once more and spilt his seed deep inside her, her name dripping from his lips. Although he wanted to stay in her, he thought it would be easier if he removed himself now rather than later so he reluctantly pulled out and kissed her softly.

"That was amazing," She sighed, opening her eyes and looking at him.

"I know," Sirius laid down beside her. "I've never felt anything like that."

"Are you just saying that because it's me?" Hermione propped herself up on her elbow.

"No, I swear," he touched the side of her face lovingly. "Everything about that was nothing I'd ever felt before. You are perfect."

Hermione blushed and hid her face.

"Never hide from me," Sirius lifted her head with the hand that had been touching her cheek. "You never have to. You are beautiful, I promise, and I thought that was just going to be meaningless but it wasn't."

"Would you like to do this again?" The uncertainty was in her voice once more.

"Definitely," Sirius pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. "I would love to do this again."