A/N: This is something I'd had in the back of my head for a looong time and my boredom of the evening seems to have drawn it out. It took on it's own path as I wrote (as most all of my stores do), but I like it so far. I'm not sure how long this will be, but here is the starter. Sirius/Hermione, set before OotP. If you're not comfortable with this, please don't read! Otherwise, Read, Review and ENJOY!
Grimmauld Place was so boring. True, there was a library full of ancient tomes and obscure texts, but Hermione had perused all the ones she could, the ones that were not cursed against Muggleborns or to keep them private, the ones that wouldn't scream or hex her or bite her or poison her. And that didn't leave very many. She was lucky that Sirius had found her just moments after her first nasty encounter with one of those wretched texts and was able to reverse the –luckily- minor curse that it set upon her. She was pleased to see that those many years in Azkaban did not deteriorate his magical knowledge or ability. He had peeked into the room while roaming aimlessly around the house and saw her sprawled out on the floor gasping for breath, saw the text laying beside her and rushed over, searching her for her wand before pulling it out and reversing the spell. He helped her up and set her trembling form in the nearest chair, kneeling beside her and trying to calm her as best he could with soft words and rubbing her arm and back. When she finally relaxed she thanked him profusely and he explained to her the various dangerous enchantments. She absorbed the information and asked many a question, which Sirius happily answered, part of him simply grateful for some intelligent conversation and a chance to be useful. That was during her second evening in the dark manor and after that incident he wasn't just Harry's godfather - she and Sirius had formed their own friendship. Between Order meetings, Molly forcing them all to clean together and Ron dragging her around whining about this, that or the other thing, she and Sirius would hide out in the library or Buckbeak's attic space and talk. It was never for long as their time alone was limited, but it was refreshing to them both.
One night, about a month later, Hermione found herself unable to sleep. She would turn over to one side, occupying her mind with complex Arithmantic problems, roll over to the other side and wonder about what the following day's events would entail, flop onto her back and think about a muddled mix of friends, family, school and books, and then start all over again. With a frustrated sigh she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, rubbing her forehead and unconsciously smoothing her hair down. She stood up and ran her hands down her thin shirt. It had been unusually warm this summer, so she ditched the pajamas for a worn white shirt that came just below her firm buttocks, which were clad in some flimsy black panties. The shirt was very light and almost see-though, but she was only sharing the room with Ginny and, well, it wasn't like Ginny didn't know what she already had, having much the same herself. She also didn't bother to put anything else on, since it was the middle of the night, Order business had finished hours ago and everyone in the house was already fast asleep. She padded silently down the stairs and into the kitchen where she lit a couple of low candles before opening the charmed refrigerator (her idea, and it had thrilled Arthur to no end to actually own a Muggle appliance). She stifled a yawn as the bright light washed across the room and bent over, searching the fridge. She wanted milk, but now that she was down here she gazed around the items crammed inside, seeing if anything else caught her fancy. An awed whoosh of air that might have been a whistle if it wasn't for Mrs. Black's portrait caught her ears and she stood up quickly and turned around, her hair whipping around her neck. At the entrance to the kitchen stood one Sirius Black, clad in dark cotton pants and an open robe, eyes clouded over with lust as he gazed at her chest, his own rising with heavy breaths. He quickly found her eyes and blinked as though trying to clear his thoughts. Hermione felt unusually bold, standing there clad in so little and seeing the hungry look in his eyes. She found herself wanting to beckon him to her, wanting to say or do something daring. But she suppressed the urge. For now.
"H-Hermione…?" he started with a slight tremble, but quickly swallowed and found his voice, with a faked calm. "Couldn't sleep, eh?"
She closed the door and leaned against the counter beside it with a small sigh. "No. Not sure why, either." She had a feeling her hormones were to blame. She was between her periods and likely near ovulating and her body was reacting accordingly, swaying her thoughts and actions in the process. "You?"
"I can't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep," he smiled ruefully and she returned it before walking over to him and taking his hand, noticing his eyes widen and his breath quicken as she did so. She led him over to a chair and sat him down before stepping behind him and rubbing his shoulders. As she squeezed the tense muscles he moaned softly, the sound sending a pleasing shock through her and she sucked the air in between her teeth sharply to avoid making the sound herself.
"You just need to relax, Sirius," she whispered behind his ear after a few minutes of working at his shoulders. Her statement had the opposite effect as she felt him tense at her words before loosening up again. She pushed him forward a little and pressed his upper back hard, eliciting more gasps and moans from him that caused her toes to curl.
"Mmm… That feels so good, Hermione," came his raspy voice and she exhaled a silent moan, her fingers digging a little bit harder into his flesh. She couldn't take it anymore.
"I can make you feel even better," her voice was soft and breathy on his ear. He sat up to look at her but she swiftly moved around him and slid onto his lap, straddling him just above his knees. Her hands immediately went to his shoulders and began rubbing them again, making it seem as though this was all she meant. Sirius hadn't realized he had been holding his breath and exhaled deeply as she pressed hard, all of her nimble fingers working above his shoulder blades as her thumbs circled deeply above his collarbone. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned again, leaning forward so his forehead was against hers. "Do you like that, Sirius?"
He could feel her breath near his lips as he tipped his head up a tiny fraction and half whispered, half moaned, "Yes." He didn't realize that as she was kneading his muscles she was moving forward on his lap; didn't once consider his throbbing erection until her warm crotch bumped against it slightly. His eyes flew open apologetically, but he saw that her eyes were closed and she looked… flushed? Turned-on? Excited? He hadn't noticed how smooth her actions were, or how involved she seemed in them until he really looked at her. He never thought she would be enjoying this much the same way that he was. She must have felt him looking at her because her eyes opened and she gazed into them. He was almost taken aback by the lust he saw in them, but her hand slipped up into his hair and she pulled his mouth to hers. He couldn't fight it and he didn't want to. He moved his mouth against hers, so hot and wet and soft and she moaned softly into him before pressing her tongue against his lips, insisting entrance. He obliged her, tangling his fingers in her hair, his other rubbing her back and as their tongues danced together smoothly, he barely registered her hand sliding from his shoulder and down his chest and stomach. Her fingers fluttered over the head of his erection and he moaned, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. She tenderly massaged him through his pants and he became aware of her heat and she pressed against him wantonly. He broke the kiss, breathing rapidly as he kissed her chin and began working over her jaw to her neck, her breathy moans soft and quiet on his ear as she nibbled along the top of it, and his own light moans sinking into her flesh. She pressed her chest against his and he nipped her neck lightly.
"Oh… Sirius," she moaned so lightly into his ear that he almost thought he'd imagined it. She opened her eyes just a slit but they flew open and she sat up quickly, hitting her lower back against the table, but clutching Sirius to her tightly. He lifted his head quickly and looked over his shoulder, his lips brushing her cheek in the process, to see Remus having just walked into the kitchen. He held her to him securely and could feel both of their hearts thudding hard in their chests.
"Uh, sorry," Remus said lowly, his eyes dropping a moment before glancing back up at entwined pair who seemed to be frozen together. "But serious Order business, Sirius…" Hermione squeezed him to her before releasing him and gently extricating herself from his limbs.
"I should get back to bed, then," she whispered softly to them both, her cheeks burning red as she shot Sirius an apologetic look before climbing off of him on wobbly legs. Remus had the decency to look away as she pulled her shirt down and crossed her arms over her chest, making her way quickly over to and up the stairs.
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