"The Brightest Witch Of Her Age Gets A Lesson...In Love"
Sirius followed Hermione into the Gryffindor common room and sat down on the couch, utterly exhausted. Hermione sat in the chair opposite trying to get warm by the almost burned out fire.
"It's so empty this time of night," Sirius pointed out.
"Yeah," said Hermione as she tried to get warm. But she couldn't, and started to shake. Sirius noticed this and sat up.
"Are you very cold?" he asked.
"No, I'll be fine," she answered firmly.
"He reached out his hand and grabbed her hands.
"I don't think so. Your hands are freezing. Here, let me warm them up for you," Sirius rubbed her hands together, as Hermione began to get slightly flushed. She quickly pulled her hands away.
"Thank you," she said rather quickly.
"Your welcome," he said, somewhat confused.
"I know how uneasy you feel being alone with me. You always have – ever since we first met. It's all right, I understand. No hard feelings."
"No. It's not like that."
"If you say so. But if you are still cold, you can sit up here with me...I'll keep you warm," said Sirius, making a spot for her on the couch.
Hermione smiled and took off her jacket and hat and scarf. She crawled up next to him, where he happily opened his coat and snuggled her in. She was certainly much warmer, and also more comfortable, so she slowly rested her head on his shoulder.
"You smell good, Sirius."
"Thank you, Hermione. It's new cologne. I got it just for you. I knew we'd eventually end up here. In this place...without Harry around."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong, I love my godson and all, but when he's around, I can't do this:" Sirius lifted Hermione's head and cupped her cheek in his hand – he kissed her on the lips. She pulled away slightly, but then realized she liked it and returned the kiss.
Before long, they were madly making out, and his coat had been shoved to the floor, along with his shirt and her sweater. He placed his hands on her waist, and slowly slid them under her shirt, but only had them there for five minutes before Hermione noticed them and slapped his hands. He calmly removed them and placed them around her neck, which he soon preceded to kiss.
Hermione slid her hands up and down Sirius' muscular chest. She tried to calculate how many sit-ups would account for that great six-pack he was forming, but then she emptied her mind of that and continued kissing him. He began to move his hands again and this time ran them up her back and lifted off her flimsy tank top. She felt around for his belt, but realized he had none and instead a piece of rope. She tried to untie it, but gave up, (for it was knotted), and felt around for her wand on the floor and zapped it off. She tried to slide off his pants, but Sirius made the suggestion he should just do it himself, because it would be easier that way.
Soon, they left the couch and were rolling on the floor, bumping into odd things and dodging the occasionally ghost that crossed their past. And of course they would always mutter about how wrong it was for an older man to fondle a young student, but secretly had the inclination to watch.
After about an hour or so of steamy "stuff", both became rather tired and crawled back to the couch. Sirius got on first, and breathed heavily – it had been awhile since he got some action like that – and Hermione crawled on top of him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close, as she slid her arms up his chest and fell into a deep, dreamy sleep. Sirius thought he saw her smile slightly as she dozed off, and he whispered to himself, "She really is the brightest witch of her age..."
Sirius followed Hermione into the Gryffindor common room and sat down on the couch, utterly exhausted. Hermione sat in the chair opposite trying to get warm by the almost burned out fire.
"It's so empty this time of night," Sirius pointed out.
"Yeah," said Hermione as she tried to get warm. But she couldn't, and started to shake. Sirius noticed this and sat up.
"Are you very cold?" he asked.
"No, I'll be fine," she answered firmly.
"He reached out his hand and grabbed her hands.
"I don't think so. Your hands are freezing. Here, let me warm them up for you," Sirius rubbed her hands together, as Hermione began to get slightly flushed. She quickly pulled her hands away.
"Thank you," she said rather quickly.
"Your welcome," he said, somewhat confused.
"I know how uneasy you feel being alone with me. You always have – ever since we first met. It's all right, I understand. No hard feelings."
"No. It's not like that."
"If you say so. But if you are still cold, you can sit up here with me...I'll keep you warm," said Sirius, making a spot for her on the couch.
Hermione smiled and took off her jacket and hat and scarf. She crawled up next to him, where he happily opened his coat and snuggled her in. She was certainly much warmer, and also more comfortable, so she slowly rested her head on his shoulder.
"You smell good, Sirius."
"Thank you, Hermione. It's new cologne. I got it just for you. I knew we'd eventually end up here. In this place...without Harry around."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong, I love my godson and all, but when he's around, I can't do this:" Sirius lifted Hermione's head and cupped her cheek in his hand – he kissed her on the lips. She pulled away slightly, but then realized she liked it and returned the kiss.
Before long, they were madly making out, and his coat had been shoved to the floor, along with his shirt and her sweater. He placed his hands on her waist, and slowly slid them under her shirt, but only had them there for five minutes before Hermione noticed them and slapped his hands. He calmly removed them and placed them around her neck, which he soon preceded to kiss.
Hermione slid her hands up and down Sirius' muscular chest. She tried to calculate how many sit-ups would account for that great six-pack he was forming, but then she emptied her mind of that and continued kissing him. He began to move his hands again and this time ran them up her back and lifted off her flimsy tank top. She felt around for his belt, but realized he had none and instead a piece of rope. She tried to untie it, but gave up, (for it was knotted), and felt around for her wand on the floor and zapped it off. She tried to slide off his pants, but Sirius made the suggestion he should just do it himself, because it would be easier that way.
Soon, they left the couch and were rolling on the floor, bumping into odd things and dodging the occasionally ghost that crossed their past. And of course they would always mutter about how wrong it was for an older man to fondle a young student, but secretly had the inclination to watch.
After about an hour or so of steamy "stuff", both became rather tired and crawled back to the couch. Sirius got on first, and breathed heavily – it had been awhile since he got some action like that – and Hermione crawled on top of him, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close, as she slid her arms up his chest and fell into a deep, dreamy sleep. Sirius thought he saw her smile slightly as she dozed off, and he whispered to himself, "She really is the brightest witch of her age..."