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Chapter 1: Dreaming

It was the second week of December and Hermione sat alone with Sirius Black in the library. She had been spending the Christmas holiday at Grimmauld place after the order had persuaded her that it was the safest place to be after Mr Weasley's attack. However, when she had agreed to stay, she did not realise that she was going to spend most of her days being babysat by the cheeky, household mutt who currently sat opposite her.

Hermione's eyes fell onto the old marauder. He was a very attractive man, she had to admit. Even with his time spent in Azkaban he had somehow managed to preserve his strong features and boyish charm. But it was his eyes she loved most. She had never thought grey could be beautiful. He proved her wrong.

"Are you a virgin, Hermione?" Sirius asked casually as he took a sip of his strong drink. Hermione's eyed bulged as she stared at Sirius, her skin turning a rosy red.

"H-how-Isn't that a bit personal, Sirius?" Hermione stuttered in response. She wasn't comfortable telling Sirius who was a well known womanizer in his day about her sex life. Or lack of it, even.

Sirius released a deep chuckle as he leaned back in his seat, his grey eyes glittering. "I thought as much."

Hermione felt her eyes prickling with tears. She had never felt so mortified in her life. It wasn't that she didn't think about...that. In fact, when she had been dating Viktor in her fourth year she had thought about sex a lot. He had been more than eager but she wasn't ready. She wanted to lose her virginity to someone she loved. No matter how tempting some sexy, older, Bulgarian Quidditch player was.

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "I want my first time to be with someone I love." Her voice quivered and she mentally kicked herself for being so bashful around the older man.

"What about, Harry?" Sirius asked as he looked over the young woman's face, quirking his eyebrow as she let out a rather unladylike snort.

"What about him?" Hermione shot back, hoping he didn't mean what she thought he did.

"Well, you two are close. Have you ever thought about taking your friendship further?" Sirius pushed, watching Hermione the whole time. Hermione finally looked up at him gaping in shock.

"Me and Harry?" Hermione couldn't hold it in anymore and began laughing hysterically. Sirius could only stare as the young woman in front of him rolled over in her seat, tears running down her face with laughter.

"I'm going to take that as a no then." Sirius chuckled, his eyes staying on Hermione as her giggles started to die down. He had never seen her so free and happy before. He liked it.

"Harry is my best friend," Hermione stated matter-of-factly. "And I want a man, not a boy."

It was Sirius's turn to let out a barking laugh. Hermione mumbled to herself, crossing her arms over her chest while watching Sirius laugh into his drink. She didn't see what was so amusing. Huffing, Hermione laid across the plush sofa, picking up her neglected book. If he was expecting to spend the whole night laughing at her, he had another thing coming. She would simply read and ignore him.

Looking down at her book she began reading the text in front of her. "The Draught of Peace is a widely popular potion that relieves the drinker of anxiety and agitation. The potion must be taken with precaution however, as it is highly addictive and if taken too long, can cause unwanted side-effects, including loss of hair, and ironically lack of sleep and non-stop shaking -"

"What about me?" Sirius asked, taking a sip of his alcoholic drink.

That made Hermione look up.

"What-what do you mean?" she squeaked, her book falling onto her chest.

"I have seen the way you look at me, Hermione." Sirius placed his drink down onto the oak table before standing up, heading his way towards her. "I know you have feelings for me. And I am a man. With dog like tendencies, of course." He winked, lifting Hermione's feet up so he could sit down on the other end of the sofa. She flinched slightly at the contact and Sirius grinned widely, starting to massage her feet.

Her heart was beating furiously as she bit down on her lip, trying not to moan. He was only massaging her feet and she was already practically melting from the feeling of his touch. His hands began to wander upwards and this time Hermione pulled her legs back, stumbling off the settee. "What are you doing? You're my best friend's godfather, we-we can't do that!" she screeched, secretly missing the feeling of his hands on her. He stood up and walked towards her, her own feet moving her backwards until she hit one of the bookshelves with a small squeak.

He was now standing in front of her, his hands slowly making their way up her torso. She sucked in a breath as his hands brushed over her breasts. "Just try it." Sirius whispered huskily in her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She turned her head to look at him and stepped on her tiptoes, kissing him hard. She moaned as he responded back to the kiss, her lips parting as he began exploring her mouth eagerly with his tongue. They kissed deeply as her hand found its way into his hair, gripping his black locks as his own hand ran up her thigh, gently pushing her skirt upwards. Sirius broke the kiss and looked down at her exposed legs with a groan.

"You're fucking beautiful." Sirius growled as he kissed his way down her neck, licking over her pulse point. He began to caress her smooth thighs and Hermione moaned in response. She struggled to breath as his hand crept its way upwards, catching her knickers with his fingers. "S-Sirius." Hermione gasped as he tugged her knickers down, lifting her leg up against his hip. He looked at her, moving his hand between her legs. Hermione released a whimper as he slowly started to massage her clit, his mouth moving back to her neck, sucking on her creamy skin. "You're so wet for me, Hermione. Bet you've wanted me to fuck you all week."

"Oh yes, Sirius." She was moaning loudly, her body shaking as he sped up his fingers. She could feel her orgasm building up and moved her hips, desperate for release.

Opening her eyes she blinked, seeing the ceiling above her. She looks down over her body and realises with a gasp that she is still fully clothed, the book resting on her chest. She had fallen asleep. Horrified, she turns to see Sirius still in the same spot on his sofa, grinning down at her. "Nice sleep?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Hermione hid behind her book, blushing furiously. He knew. He knew she was dreaming about him and her...

Hermione shot up from her seat. "I think I'm going to go up to my room." She added, heading towards the door in a hurry. She was beyond embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to hide under her blanket for the rest of the holiday. Or preferably her life. "Goodnight Sirius."

"Goodnight Hermione" Sirius responded, still grinning as he watched Hermione shuffle on the spot, clearly wanting to make a run for it. "Oh and by the way." She looked his away, trying to avoid his eyes.

"You sound sexy when you moan my name." Sirius laughed as Hermione slammed the door behind her.

Author's notes: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I apologise if there are any mistakes and would love to find a beta, so if anyone is interested, send a message! Please let me know what you think and thank you!