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I just wrote this in the last two hours, after listening to one of my current favourite songs, "Last Night Last", by Lady Antebellum. And inspiration hit, and instead of working on my novel, this came out. Oh, and please check out my other stories, I have posted another Sirius/Hermione oneshot, and I post new stuff all the time.
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Ship = Sirius/Hermione
Rating = Teen
Summary = Sirius and Hermione face the consequences of their drunken night together the next morning as they try to desperately keep their friendship the same. Will their love conquer all, or will it collapse all around them?
Last Night Last
The sun was what woke her up, shining in the window and into her eyes. I must have forgotten to close the curtains, she thought as she moved slightly against the soft flannelette sheets. She was awake, but she felt too groggy to open her eyes. A slight nagging pain in her forehead reminded her how much she'd had to drink the night before and she wondered what time she'd gotten home the night before after having a bottle of Firewhiskey or two with Sirius at Grimmauld Place. As she tried to place her memories from the night before a arm being flung around her waist halted her thinking. It made her realise two very important things, one being that she wasn't alone, and the second that she wasn't wearing any clothing at all.
Her eyes flickered open and she looked around the part of the room she could see without moving. It certainly wasn't the yellow wallpapered bedroom that she was used to waking up in at her flat. The walls were painted white, and the furniture was a dark wood, compared to the white bedroom suite she owned. She wiggled slightly and then decided it was safe to roll over to see who her mystery bed partner was, because who ever it was was breathing straight onto her exposed shoulder, tickling her.
She rolled over slightly and slowly, taking in the parts of the body she could see. This person was very muscular, with Tattoos on their upper arm. She could count the amount of people she knew with tattoos on one hand, each person almost as unlikely as the next. She knew who she would like it to be in bed with her, but doubted that it was him. She looked up to the face of the man, only to see it hidden behind a blanket of thick black hair. She knew even less people with hair that long and black. She used her fingers to delicately move the hair from the strangers face only to drop it back down with a gasp when she recognised his handsome aristocratic features.
What the hell was she doing in Sirius Black's bed? Not that she hadn't wished to be in this position for a very long time, but she couldn't help but panic slightly. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he only pulled her closer to his chiselled and tattooed chest and groaned, before wiggling slightly and opening his eyes. At first, she could see the grogginess and pain in his eyes, before he looked at her and his look changed to one of alarm.
There's a towel on the bathroom door
A t-shirt in my dresser if you like
And I'll go put the coffee on
I'll pour a cup for you if you've got the time
He sprung away from her like she had burnt him, and she felt hurt for a moment. Was she really that hideous that he would find it repulsive to sleep with her, or was it just that he was worried for their close friendship like she was? He pulled a pair of track pants up off the floor next to the bed and put them on under the covers, trying not to reveal anymore of his body than was appropriate, though she'd probably got a good glimpse of everything last night, if only she could remember it. He leapt out of the bed and looked anywhere around the room but at her.
"I'll leave you to get dressedā¦" he said, looking toward the door as he slowly shuffled towards it, eager to get out of the room without being rude to her. "Shower if you want, you know where it is. I'll be in the kitchen" He practically ran from the room and she looked down in shame. He didn't even want to be in the same room as her for longer than a few minutes now. As she sat up and looked around the room for her clothing, she realised he'd probably left so fast because she wasn't wearing anything, and it was startlingly obvious that they'd had sex the night beforeā¦
She leaned forward and let the sheet that she had clasped around her chest fall. Her clothes were scattered across the room, and once she'd finally summoned her panties because she couldn't find them, only to have them come out from the pocket of Sirius' jeans, she clasped her clothes tightly to her body and walked into the adjoining bathroom to take a shower.
All these years we been nothing but friends
And even though we didn't plan on this
As the water ran over her exhausted body, and she realised that last nights exchange must have been vigorous, for her muscles hurt deep into her bones and there was a soreness between her thighs she hadn't experienced since she'd lost her virginity four years ago, at seventeen. She wondered just how long it would be before he'd come looking for her. She wouldn't mind staying in the shower for ever, as long as she could avoid the confrontation that was sure to happen in the kitchen. This whole, episode, if you could call it that, was going to make things extremely awkward between the two of them. They'd been very close friends for a while, never really insecure about the small intimacies they shared, curling up in each others arms in front of the fire, kissing hello and goodbye on cheeks, and staying at one another's homes. They'd never shared a bed before, and they'd never seen each other naked, let alone having sex.
She'd thought about having a relationship with him before, she'd always had a little bit of a crush on him when she was a teenager, though she now loved him more than anything or anyone else in the world. Not that she'd admit it to him, but she'd like to wake up wrapped in his arms every morning for the rest of her life, to have his children, to walk down the isle to him and be bonded to him forever. Of course, she'd spent two years feeling this way, but she knew she could never tell him, for it was obvious he didn't feel the same way and she'd do anything not to ruin their friendship.
All of their friends, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Remus, especially, had all moved on with their lives and gotten married, had children and had perfect lives. It had only been her and Sirius who had stayed the same.
Can last night last
Or was it just too much red wine
Or one too many lonely nights
Can last night last
And could this be the start of us
Every morning waking up
To your sleepy eyes smiling back
Or is it just too soon to ask
Can last night last
The tension in the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place was thick. Sirius, while waiting for her to get out of the shower, had made eggs, sausages and toast, preferring to distract himself from thinking about what had happened. The first thing she noticed was that he still only wore a pair of track pants, and she had no idea how she would manage to keep her concentration on her breakfast when he was sitting opposite her half-naked. She sat opposite him, where he'd set her a place, and helped herself to the meal, thanking him quietly before they ate in awkward silence, occasionally gazing at one another then looking away with a blush when their eyes met. She couldn't help but think that he was beautiful, in a masculine way, when he blushed. She'd never seen him blush before, and doubted that anyone else had, so if things continued to remain this uncomfortable between the two of them, it would be obvious to any of their friends who spotted the two of them blushing, that something had taken place.
She tried to keep her eyes to her plate, but they often ventured from her food of their own accord. In the end, she gave up and looked at him, really looked at him. She knew he was watching her as well, but she ignored the tingling feeling she got from his stares. His hair was messy, as if he'd been running his hands through it a lot, which she knew he always did when he was nervous. His grey eyes were roaming her face and body, as if to memorize her every curve and freckle. They were hard and determined, though she saw a light of emotion in there that she saw in there all the time but could never figure out what it meant. His large, slightly rough hands were on the table, not fiddling with his plate, utensils or napkins. He only ever fiddled with his surroundings if he was restless, she knew that from many hours of secretively observing him.
I probably should be going now
Cause I'm not quite sure what to say
I'm so afraid you might get scared
If I told you how much I wanna stay
She stood and collected the dishes, before she began washing them the muggle way in the sink. She could feel his delicious grey eyes burning a hole into her back, but she didn't turn around. She dried the dishes with a flick of her wand rather than manually drying them, for all she wanted was to get out of this house and into the seclusion of her flat, where she could be alone with her thoughts without the distraction that Sirius and his muscular bare chest. She felt the tension like it was suffocating her and she knew that she had to get out soon or she would do something stupid.
Putting the plates and cups away took less than five minutes, she'd memorized where everything went many years ago, when she was still at school. She didn't like to do it by magic because she was scared of breaking something, or at least that's what she told herself. She wanted him to beg her not to leave, to kiss her so passionately her knees would go weak, to carry her back upstairs to his bedroom and ravish her. She procrastinated as long as she could, fumbling with the plates and pretending to search for the place some of the plates and cups went. She then gave up, believing that he didn't love her as she loved him, and she got ready to leave.
Here we are somewhere between lovers and friends
Is this the end, or where it begins
"I've got to go, Sirius" she said softly as she collected her coat and purse from where she had left them on a chair the night before when she'd arrived just in time for their scheduled dinner. He looked somewhat saddened by what she had said, and she found herself stepping closer to him than what was comfortable. He looked down at her as she put on her knee length black coat and placed her wand in her coat pocket. She looked up at him when she couldn't think of anything else to do in order to avoid eye contact. He stepped forward, even closer, and wrapped his arms around her in a slightly friendly, slightly more than friendly embrace, which she gladly returned.
"Please, Hermione, just don't tell me you regret it" he whispered in her ear, showing a rare, slightly vulnerable side to himself.
"Never" she replied in a whisper, before pulling herself out of his arms. She smiled a small smile that he could tell she was faking because her eyes were filled with sad, unhappy tears. She turned from him with a sniffle and practically ran from the house so she could apparate to her flat. If she had have looked back at him one last time, she would've seen the tears in his own eyes as he silently begged her not to leave him. Every time she arrived he'd pray she would stay, but as always, she disappeared, leaving him surrounded by a suffocating depression that the house made him slump into. He watched the door she had left by, not moving an inch, for what felt like hours, but only seconds had passed.
Can last night last
Or was it just too much red wine
Or one too many lonely nights
Can last night last
And could this be the start of us
Every morning waking up
To your sleepy eyes smiling back
Or is it just too soon to ask
Can last night last
As she apparated to an alley near her apartment block, she sighed, wiping the little tears off her cheeks. She nearly ran to her building, taking the elevator to the top floor, to her penthouse flat that she had bought with the money the Ministry had given her with her Order of Merlin, First Class, for her role in the war. She quickly let herself in, before she slammed the door shut behind her and slid down the door, her tears now coming faster and stronger as she sobbed uncontrollably. Some of the moving portraits on her wall were looking at her with curiosity, not that she noticed. Her purse fell from her shoulder with a thump that went unnoticed as she continued to cry.
Her sobs became dry and retching, and her tears had dried into nothingness, yet she still sat there. She didn't want to move, ever. Without knowing that he loved her, she believed that there was nothing worth living for. She thought back to the way he had looked at her from across the table as they had eaten breakfast together in strained silence. That light in his eyes had been present for the last few years whenever he looked at her, whether it was with sadness or happiness mixed in. The more she thought about it, the more she recognised it from other places. Harry and Tonks looked at each other like that. Ron and Luna did too. Remus looked at Hestia with that light in his eyes, and she returned it equally. Maybe she'd known all along what was in his eyes when he looked at her. If she wasn't mistaken she probably had the same look when she saw him too.
Standing up, shaking slightly at the lack of energy she now had, she kicked her purse away from the door and stepped slowly over to the floo. She threw the powder down and stepped into the emerald flames, muttering the address she needed.
Sirius was still sitting in the kitchen where he had sat after she had left him, staring at the wall opposite him. He jumped up in shock when the floo went off, and he strode over to her quickly when he saw her face, which was red, blotchy and stained with her tears.
"'Mione?" he asked hoarsely, wiping away a trace of his own tears.
"I love you. I love you more than life itself, Sirius. There is no way in the world I could regret what happened, in fact I wish it had happened sooner! Please, Sirius, tell me you feel the same way, tell me you wish this had all happened earlier, tell me that you never want to let me go. Please, tell me, for I don't think I could go on without-" She was cut off as a Sirius finally got over his shock and pressed his lips on hers in a searing, love-filled kiss that left her even weaker.
"I love you, Hermione." He replied simply, a wide grin on his face as she looked up at him in surprise before smiling with him and throwing her arms around his neck.
"How much?" she asked, a mischievous glitter in her eyes.
"More that anyone or anything else in the world, I promise" he said seriously, kissing her to try and show her. She pressed her lips to his and then whispered against them.
"Prove it"
And he did.
