Hello!

After such a long time of deliberating, I've FINALLY decided to post the first chapter of my new Sirius/Hermione MC. This one is mostly just background stuff, nothing exciting coming up just yet. And, I'm very very bad at titles, so this one might change in the future (any outputs will be welcome, actually)

This is rated M for a reason, so there WILL be lots of smut. If anyone is uncomfortable with that, then I'd suggest not continuing.

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And and and, this story is probably up because of Anna, who has been such a constant source of encouragement and positivity, it's unreal, and magical (Ha!) So thank you SO much for all that you've done.

Word count: 2063

(13/5/17)

Hermione Granger, Unspeakable at Department of Mysteries, one third of the Golden Trio, and quite possibly the most famous muggleborn in the Wizarding world was in a fix. Her unwavering ambition and the innate need to prove herself meant that she had spent quite a lot of time working' overtime, before time, others' time. She brought her work home with her and she spent all of Christmas and Easter poring over her work for the past 5 years since the end of the War. This understandably meant that she had no time, or energy, to maintain any sort of relationship with anyone. She was lucky to have friends as amazing and as stubborn as she had who refused to let her waste away in pursuit of her goals. Goals, they said, you aren't even sure about.

So, in between rounds of the Ministry, running from one Department to the Other and waiting hours on all sorts of important people, she was whisked away by Harry to visit museums, and go on picturesque nature watching trips and dragged by Ron to watch various muggle games, a compromise between quidditch and no sports.

She was pampered by Sirius with highly expensive one day trips to places like Venice, Rome, India, Hawaii. Exquisite places for my exquisite Mione, he would say in that deep baritone of his, flicking her nose. He would take her to watch opera plays, and limited edition theater. He would accompany her to high class horse races, where only the most snobbishly dressed with wealth literally dripping off them could even enter.

She was engaged in highly intellectual conversations by Remus, which, by the end would fizzle off into childish arguments of which Bertie Botts flavor was the worst, or which Hogwarts Professor would look the most ridiculous in pirate clothes- he would say Snape, although she claimed bias, but she would always be partial to Professor McGonagall, not quite being able to imagine the prim and proper Professor in such ridiculous attire.

She would be cajoled into babysitting Teddy by a pleading Remus who insisted he never quite got enough time with Tonks, knowing it would make her cave. Teddy always managed to wear her out so much she never really got any work done that day, something she suspected Remus and Tonks knew and took advantage of.

She would be forced into Parisian shopping trips by Fleur, and Ginny when she was around, to 'unwind and let go', and each time she would go in very reluctantly but come out suitably relaxed her manicured hands and feet, soft designer dress and footwear feeling like a gift from heaven.

Throughout all of this, especially because of the support of her friends, she managed to work her way up the Ministry, finally deciding to go with the Department of Mysteries, which needed qualifications higher than anywhere else. She had finally been initiated as an Unspeakable yesterday. It felt as if a huge burden was taken off her shoulders, making it easier for her to breathe, because now she had a fixed schedule and a fixed goal, unlike the slaving hard work she had put in for five years, which was remarkably similar to a chicken running around headless. There had been more than a few times when she had been so frustrated by her lack of progress that she had decided to just quit altogether, but a few interventions by her friends prevented her from falling apart.

Now that she had so much more free time on her hands, along with being liberating, it also left her quite off balance. Ever since she went back to Hogwarts to complete her 7th year, going straight to the Ministry after that, she had been working as much as physically possible. Most of it had to do with her status as a muggleborn, because of which she felt like she had to work extra hard to prove herself just as capable.

And friendships were fine, but she had absolutely no time for any sort of a boyfriend, and after Ron and her had decided to part ways quite soon after they had gotten together, it also meant that her experiences with the opposite sex were quite limited. Which brought her to the core of the current dilemma she was facing. Her lack of sexual experience.

For a 23 year old like her, it was quite embarrassing to still have only sexual encounter under her belt. It wasn't that she was waiting for someone important to come along, or wanted to wait til marriage. If anything, it was the exact opposite. Her virginity wasn't something she had been particularly attached to, taking a sort of detached clinical view regarding the hymen as she did with everything else.

It, however, meant that she was incredibly frustrated without any means of relieving herself. Sure, her fingers had helped and the tiny collection of sex toys hidden in a small compartment inside her wardrobe had been lifesavers at times, but she wanted to feel a hard, chiselled body underneath her, wanted to smell the scent of sex and arousal in the air, wanted to taste the sweat and cum that she couldn't with her toys.

But, her lack of social, and sexual, interactions in the past five years meant that she was severely under confident in her abilities to please a man, and in turn, be pleased. She didn't know what she liked, what she didn't like, what kinks she had, and she didn't want to go out to and pick a random stranger up without being prepared because if there was anything Hermione Granger hated, it was being out of her depth in something.

But she wasn't sure how to go about remedying that. It's not like she could bring a new stranger every day back to her bed anyway, for one, it wasn't her style, and secondly, it would be beyond rude to Sirius, and Harry.

After the war, Sirius had decided to clean up Grimmauld and in an effort to not be so alone, invited everyone he could think of to stay with him. Only Hermione and Harry had taken up his offer, as Ron didn't want to leave The Burrow after the devastating loss of Fred, and Remus moved in with Tonks. She had her own room, and discovered that she enjoyed this arrangement far more than she had originally thought, or intended. They had a comfortable system set up, where the food was Harry's responsibility, as he enjoyed the activity and was very good at it as well and most of the other chores that needed to be done were shared equally between Sirius and Hermione.

Grimmauld Place was large enough that everyone enjoyed their privacy, and they didn't feel too claustrophobic. It also helped that Hermione didn't have to pay any rent, although she had vehemently argued with Sirius in the beginning, claiming she didn't want to be a free-loader but he had resolutely denied, saying he would be ashamed of himself if he took rent from his godson and his best friend. In the end, he'd won but with the condition that Hermione would contribute to the groceries and any other household costs. In the days when Hermione was hardly paid enough to support herself, this arrangement was a godsend.

It was as she was sitting in one of the oversized couches in the Grimmauld Place library, sipping some red wine, that the door opened and Sirius Black walked in.

She turned slightly to wave a hand at Sirius, who was hovering hear the door to see if he should interrupt her, offering him to join her. He smiled slightly and pulled up a wooden chair from somewhere, turning it around so he could straddle the back, and sat facing her. She took a moment to take him in.

His messy black hair was scraped up into a messy bun, with a few wavy strands falling out to frame his angular face. His grey eyes were shining with mirth, as they always did, framed by eyelashes that were entirely too long and made him look entirely too sexy. His nose was slightly crooked, as if it's been broken one too many times, only adding to his dangerous appeal, really, and his lips were perfectly shaped and perfectly pink. Her eyes moved down to see his upper body clad in a dark v neck that did nothing to hide his tattoos. He had his leather jacket slung over the table behind him, and she could just imagine the piece of clothing perfectly clinging to him, especially when he rode that motorcycle of his. Black pants that were tight enough to show off his strong legs, but not so tight that they restricted movement were tucked into a pair of combat boots.

Hermione licked her lips as she slowly perused him. Sirius Black was the stuff of very pleasant dreams for any girl, and she was no exception.

Her eyes reached his face again to see those delectable lips pulled up into a sinful smirk, "Enjoying yourself, Mione?"

She refused to blush and stutter like some schoolgirl and so her voice was curt when she replied, "I am, Siri. It's a nice view."

Sirius' eyebrows just raised, but he otherwise didn't react, not that she expected him to, "You looked deep in thought when I entered. Anything troubling you?" He looked at her as he summoned a bottle of whiskey and a glass, much preferring the muggle drink to its wizarding counterpart.

Hermione blushed when her earlier thoughts returned to her, piquing Sirius' curiosity at seeing the normally unflappable witch in front of him blushing at such a simple question.

"It's nothing really. You know how much of my time was taken up by work, and now that I suddenly have four day weeks, well, it's giving me a lot of time to myself, without any interruptions or deadlines or presentations. I was just thinking up things I could do now that I have so much free time."

Sirius hummed in agreement, "Of course. I was wondering about that as well. I can't imagine Hermione Granger sitting idle for three days a week, with nothing to do."

"Well, I won't be completely idle, it's not like I have nothing to do." She cast a longing glance at the bookshelves behind her that were filled with ancient tomes, just begging for her to read them.

Sirius, seeing the direction of her gaze, barked out a laugh, "Ah, yes, the Black library. However could I forget?" He shook his head ruefully.

Hermione forced herself to look away from a particularly interesting book that was lying on the table to her right, "Shush, Siri. You know what books do to me. Especially books that are so exclusive and god knows how old."

"Of course I do, Mione. Anyone who knows you does." He took another sip of his whiskey, swirling it around in his glass, seeming strangely hesitant as he continued haltingly, "How...How about a boyfriend?"

Hermione's head jerked up at that, her cheeks flaring again, "I-I don't think so. I mean, for one, It's been only one day since I've gotten this job. I don't even know how much time I can put aside for a relationship. At least, not until some time. And then, there's also the matter of who. It's not like there's a line of suitors outside, and you know me, I'd rather know the guy first before dating him. It's just overall inconvenient."

Sirius's eyebrows raised again, this time in disbelief, and she couldn't blame him because those reasons sounded unconvincing even to her, "O-kay." He finished whatever little was left in his glass and Banished it, standing up and dusting his trousers off, "I think I'll turn in early for the night, I'm drained. I had to go to Gringotts and it seemed like the Goblins were extra infuriating today. You'll be okay?"

Hermione nodded, "Yeah, I will, don't worry. Good night." She quickly stood up to give him a short hug and a peck on the cheek, choosing instead to walk over to the book she had been eyeing all evening instead of sitting back down. She could hear Sirius' deep laughter as he went up to his room and a small smile creeped up her lips as well.