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Hermione sat in the Grimuald place library spread across the armchair with her legs curled underneath her. The fire from the hearth in the centre of the room provided a warmth throughout the room along with the standard flickering of light. The curtains closed stopping the star light from providing illumination inside the library.
Hermione, perched on her chair, was trying to concentrate on reading but for the life of her she couldn't read more than the first few lines of her current paragraph before her train of thought began to stray. This resulted in her reading the same paragraph since she sat for some light reading a half hour ago.
The book she was reading was interesting as it was explaining advanced forms of magic which allowed wizards to provide magic to their owls so that they always go to the right place. It involved complex runes carved by Merlin himself at the heart of all magic, the vortex. However as she read all she could think about is how she was not allowed to send letters to Harry.
She had just arrived in Grimuald Place yesterday and Dumbledore was waiting for her. He failed to even greet her, preferring to instead tell her she was forbidden to owl Harry under any circumstances and then he walked to the floo and went to Hogwarts.
She had struggled to comprehend why she was not allowed to contact her best friend and it was taking a toll on her mind. Harry's birthday was yesterday and she was going to send him a wrist mounted dragon leather deluxe model wand holster. She knew Harry didn't really care what present she got as long as someone showed that they cared for him. He would never say it but it meant the world to him when someone showed that they cared. After being abused at the Dursleys any form of compassion made him ecstatic with pleasure.
Not being able to owl Harry just made her depressed. This was further increased by the fact that Ron, her best friend, was completely ignoring her because she was, as he put it, "a bloody emotional wreck," when all she wanted to do was talk to him about her feelings about Harry. Besides it's not like Ron would ever truly understand all he did was stuff his face and dream about being even slightly successful at quidditch; he truly did have the emotional range of a teaspoon.
The youngest Weasley on the other hand had gone past inconsiderate and moved off the annoying scale to a pure childish bitch. Not only did she somehow she thought that because she had red hair she was meant for Harry as their relationship would be like Lilly and James, she also thought that Hermione was a know it all bookworm.
Just this morning she got possessive of Harry. Hermione had decided to approach Ginny about how they could not talk to Harry. Almost instantaneously she turned on Hermione telling her to back off Harry. Hermione tried to explain that Harry was under pressure from all the things he had to worry about during the war he did not need to worry about another fan girl trying to get into his pants.
She immediately threw a tantrum and said Hermione would never get into anyone's pants even if paid them. With that insult Hermione's temper grew, she screamed at Ginny telling her that she is a slut and sleeping with Michael and Dean at the same time isn't just having fun its being a whore. Ginny stormed off mumbling something about sleeping with Seamus to relive stress.
Hermione's hate filled thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the library door. Hermione slowly turned round the tension in her body rising as she did. Stood in the door way was a shaggy haired man with dark eyes and a strong frame. He wore a dark suit with a deep purple lining which accentuated his thin waist and broad shoulders.
Hermione stared open mouthed at the man standing in the door leaning ever so slightly on the frame make his buttocks more prominent. She wondered for what reason her normally ragged friend was dressed to impress when she knew he preferred to wear clothes that allow him to move freely. Besides he looked extremely enticing in the suit.
"Hey beautiful you had better close your mouth otherwise you are going to catch flies." Sirius said, whilst chuckling, prompting Hermione to snap her mouth shut. Hermione huffed and turned back to the book she was still trying to read.
After a moments silence Hermione spoke. "Why are you wearing a suit?"
"Lord Black just had a meeting as at Gringotts," he said shrugging it off.
"You sound like you don't care," Hermione said enquiringly.
"Well you know its all the formal stuff I hate it but because I am a fugitive I am lucky that Gringotts is foreign soil so I can go about my business without being hassled," he said, " but what about you how are you going?"
"I am alright." Hermione said, refusing to look Sirius directly in the eyes.
"Really; you don't look it," Sirius said raising an eyebrow.
"Look I am fine really if you don't believe me go away and let me read in peace."
"You are not reading and we both know it."
"Just go away Sirius I don't need your arrogant attitude right now," Hermione said almost growling as her temper flared.
Sirius stood aghast as Hermione's temper tantrum died down. Sirius snapped out of the daze he was in and powerfully strode forward. His grace was mesmerising and Hermione felt raw passion burning through her blood. She blushed and looked away but Sirius kept on coming until he reached her side.
"Hermione look at me," he said almost forcefully. She refused to give in so he grabbed her chin and forced her head up. Her eyes flitted around failing to go into Sirius's eyes. Eventually she gave in and gazed into the darkest orbs she had ever seen. His eyes had a slight shimmer that showed hints of his playfulness and also how serious he was currently was; she truly felt she was looking into his soul.
"Hermione tell me what's wrong; please." Hermione remained silent.
"I want to help," he said in a soothing tone.
"look Sirius I know you want to help but you just won't understand you are too old," Hermione sighed.
"Even though by age I am older than you, you know better than any one that when an animagus assumes their magical form they will not have aged when they revert to their human form. Please Hermione you can trust me just this once"
"Fine then," Hermione Huffed, "I am just stressed out from all the problems I have been having. Happy now?"
"No I am not actually I may be old but I am not stupid I know you are not telling me something."
"Look I am worried that Harry will hate me because Dumbledore forbade us from writing to him. Ron is being an insensitive prat and Ginny is just a slutty bitch who calls me an ugly tart and to top it all off Molly just won't leave me alone. I mean I only came yesterday and she wants to know everything I do if I leave for more than a minute she gets all bossy, can you believe she got angry because I went to go m…"
Sirius abruptly put his hand over Hermione's mouth preventing more words from escaping.
"Look Hermione I can't do anything about what all those people do or say to you but I can help you change your opinion of yourself."
"What are you talking about Sirius I am very proud of who I am," Hermione stated matter of factly.
"Well obviously you are not as you are hanging onto the words of people who clearly do not think highly of you. But I can help you with one thing; I can make you feel amazingly beautiful." At this Hermione's ears pricked up. Lately she felt substandard mainly because her hair was bushier than ever. She really did need a pick me up but she wasn't sure if Sirius could satisfy her needs.
"How?" she asked simply.
"Like this."
Sirius leaned forward tilting his head to the left as he did so his shaggy hair falling to the side. Hermione's hand came up and brushed his hair behind his ear. Sirius stopped and Hermione's eyes snapped open to find hungry eyes looking back. She pulled Sirius's head forward joining their lips in a comfortable embrace.
Sirius moved his lips and gently licked her lips moving his tongue in long thin strokes from side to side. Hermione moaned in pleasure slightly opening her mouth as she did so. Sirius exploited this and gently put his tongue into her mouth curling it upwards and catching her lip. He then pulled it forward and nibbled ever so slightly making her gasp in ecstasy.
Hermione was enjoying what was happening to her but it wasn't right it had to stop. She pulled away from Sirius and blushed once more. He looked into her eyes and saw conflict. He saw what she needed in that moment and took it upon himself to give it to give it to her.
Sirius drew his wand and banished her clothes revealing a luscious body. It was covered in thick creamy skin which would cause Sirius to melt every time he touched it. Her breasts were firm and round inviting Sirius to caress them as he moved in to kiss her once more.
Hermione squeaked and protested at this but Sirius ignored her and continued to thoroughly explore her mouth. He revelled in the warmth that emanated from within and strived to create more of the sparks that hopped between their tongues as they kissed.
Even though Hermione had stopped protesting he knew she was still resisting inside. To reduce this resistance he increased his fondling of her breasts. He drew slow circles around them creating a spiral that rose to her nipples. The higher he got the more pleasure built within her. He reached the areola and gently brushed the side of her nipple.
He opened his fingers to pinch her nipple. Hermione waited for the pleasure to increase but felt nothing. She opened her eyes to find Sirius walking away from her doing up his jacket. She cried out for him but he ignored her she begged him to stay she needed him to finish what he started. He stopped and turned around. He looked Hermione in the eye and said "Hermione if you want me we use my rules. Ok?"
"Yes," Hermione sighed in relief.
"Good," Sirius said, " now stand up."