Sirius slowly caressed Hermione's cheek, then tenderly lowered his hand toward her neck
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Sirius slowly caressed Hermione's cheek, and then tenderly lowered his hand toward her neck. He stroked her neck ever so gently, brushing her hair over her shoulder to gain more access to her soft skin.
Hermione felt her breathing getting heavier each time Sirius's fingers ran over her skin. She felt like she was his piano and her was the pianist, playing his symphony on her. She subconsciously arched her back as his hands left her neck and traveled lower. It was the first time a man had touched her like this.
Hermione didn't know what to think as Sirius slowly caressed her chest. She vaguely wondered how far Sirius would go as his hands yet again traveled down to roam her midriff. Suddenly, she felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down onto the bed. Feeling slightly panicky, Hermione closed her eyes. Her body was aching for Sirius, but her mind was telling her she was not ready. But she did not have the heart to say no to Sirius.
Taking a deep breath, she braced herself for the fact that she would loose her innocence tonight. Sirius hands tightened his grip on her shoulders. Hermione felt him lean closer to her, his breath on her face. But to her surprise he just gently kissed her forehead and released her shoulders. Hermione opened her eyes just in time to see him leave her room, softly closing the door behind him.
Hermione stared blankly at the door for a second, but then a smile formed on her face. She pulled her covers over her head, the smile never leaving her face. She slept well that night.
Fin
Written by Prongs and Dedicated to Padfoot.
My first fic, so Please R & R.