I Take Mine Black


Sirius took the stairs like a convicted man on the way to the gallows dreading what he would find when he reached the parlour. He could hear their laughter each as distinct as the other; Hermione's was crisp and when she laughed it was without reservation, an all out belly laugh. Ginny on the other hand took a more feminine approach to laughter and hers reminded him of delicate little bells, there was just the tiny matter of the snorts that she couldn't seem to suppress when she was particularly amused.

Sirius knew he was the subject of today's entertainment but he knew that if he didn't go to them straight away that it would make matters much worse for him in the romance department.

He paused on the opposite side of the wall and decided to gauge the situation before walking in; after all the two of them together could mean untold horrors especially for certain appendages that had gotten him into trouble in the first place.

"I don't know 'Mione" Ginny was saying hesitantly "Are you sure?"

"Of course Gin … it'll be good. Might be easier if you were between my legs though" Hermione responded and Sirius's eyes widened as he listened to Ginny move around.

"I've just never done it like this before" Ginny's sounded reluctant.

"Trust me you will love it; just tilt your head a little more … that's it" Hermione said. Her tone was obviously meant to reassure the other woman and it seemed to have worked as these words were followed by a brief silence.

"You can go a little harder you know" Ginny teased; breaking the silence.

"Are you sure … I don't want to hurt you" Hermione sounded worried.

"No I don't mind it a little rough" Ginny laughed but it was quickly turned into a moan "Oh Merlin Hermione you have magic fingers – where did you learn to do this?"

That was enough for Sirius he couldn't take it anymore; he straightened from the wall and took one deep breath before casually walking into the parlour. His relaxed easy going stance was short lived as he realised how very wrong he had been. Thinking he had been walking in on some girl on girl action between his two favourite women he was a little surprised to say the least to see Hermione doing Ginny's hair.

They barely spared him a glance before Hermione had her hands once again immersed Ginny's hair while the red head sat crossed legged on the floor between the others legs. They continued the conversation as if he wasn't there.

"Well I did share a dorm with Lavender and Parvati for seven years" Hermione laughed.

"I don't know how you survived" Ginny joined in. Sirius looked between the two more than a little perplexed.

"Sirius can you pass me that pen?" Hermione suddenly asked gesturing with one hand toward one of the small coffee tables where a crossword lay open. He picked it up and handed it to her sitting next to her on the worn leather couch watching her deft hands arrange the others hair. Her movements were precise and she never faltered in her task; he loved to watch her work imagine all the amazing things she could do with her hands. Whether it be spell or potions work, cooking or cleaning or things like doing her hair or making coffee he couldn't get enough of it. The though of her making coffee triggered one of his most pleasant memories.

Sirius recalled the morning almost a year ago when their attraction for each other had first reared its lust filled head and started this whole mess. Hermione was a stickler for routine and every morning would get up at 5.59am and go for a jog and would return to number 12 at precisely 6.59am. Sirius would be downstairs for his morning coffee at 7am and all in the world was good.

They kept up this routine since she had first moved in after graduating from Hogwarts and he thoroughly enjoyed the early morning conversations he had with the witch who was incredibly intelligent and amazing company even before the sun was up. He was sure now – having had nearly a year to reflect on the issue – that the morning he had started his relationship with her it had not been a spontaneous coming together as she would have him believe; but instead it was a well thought calculated plan that was executed to perfection by the muggle born.

Sirius had spent a wonderful night having slept like a baby and was humming to himself as he descended the stairs and headed down the dark hall to the kitchen. He could hear Hermione opening and closing cupboards as she prepared them coffee. Sirius's hum turned into a whistle and he smiled as the smell of freshly ground beans assaulted his senses just before he opened the kitchen door. The sight he encountered when he breezed into the kitchen made him freeze.

A firm round derrière encased in black lycra was something Sirius had not expected to find right in front of his face but there it was – the most amazing arse he had ever seen. Hermione was reaching high into one of the cabinets above the sink; her short frame straining to reach her favourite mug which had been pushed to the back by someone careless. Her bare feet arched into well formed calves and Sirius noted that running everyday had done her a world of good; she was no more the frumpy little school girl but an amazingly well formed woman who had curves in all the right places.

She grunted a little as her fingers brushed the mug and the noise bought him into action. Moving swiftly to the other side of the kitchen Sirius stepped up behind her and reached above her head using his added height to grab the ceramic mug easily. She let her feet drop flat and spun in his arms her eyes betraying her shock.

"Sirius! You're early" she exclaimed moving back against the kitchen sink in an effort to put as much space between them as possible.

"I believe that you are late my dear" He replied lowering his arm and handed her the mug which she accepted almost awkwardly. Sirius made no move to step away from her. He watched as a blush crept up her cheeks and he couldn't help but think that it was rather endearing. He kept the other arm resting on the edge of the cabinet and effectively locked her in.

"How was your jog?" he asked politely.

"It was fine. If you could just …" she tried to move out from under him but he bought his hands down to pin her in his embrace.

"You know Hermione you look really good in those pants" he whispered huskily in her ear, the shiver that went through her body didn't go unnoticed.

"I-I normally change just before you come down. I didn't realise I was running late" she stuttered clutching the mug to her chest tighter. He grinned and lightly nuzzled her neck watching as her knuckles went white. His snaked his tongue out and left a trail from her ear to her shoulder and she gasped.

"Sirius" she groaned as he took the smooth flesh of her ear between his teeth. The sound of her surrender was enough to shove him over the edge and before he knew it his mouth was ravaging hers and she was wrapped around him against the pantry door.

He shoved her blue tank top and sports bra up in one movement at the same time she had practically ripped the shirt from his back and they both groaned at feeling flesh on flesh. They practically devoured each other as tongues duelled and hands tried to feel everything at once.

He was pulling at the skin tight pants when a thought crossed his lust clouded brain. "Are you sure?" he asked still pulling at the clingy material cursing it out loud.

"Because you know we don't have to if you don't want to. And I know you may not like me so much and you think …" she cut him off with her mouth and when she pulled away panting he had finally manoeuvred the lycra into a position he could work around.

"Oh for Merlin's sake Black. Shut up and fuck me" she said harshly pushing his sweat pants around his knees and jumping back into his arms. He was so turned on by her rare use of language that he plunged into her hard enough to make one of the slats on the pantry door snap.

Hermione's head dropped back and a string of curses escaped her lips as the older wizard pumped into her body not letting up until he began to feel her inner walls tighten around his throbbing shaft. He gave one last shove and they both felt release wash over them.

Sirius smiled at the memory of the first time he had managed to turn the bright witch into an incoherent mess; that was until she had realised the time and how late she was going to be and the next minute she was back to scolding him in a very Molly Weasley manner for messing with her routine. He also knew she wasn't that angry because that night she had snuck into his room and picked up where they had left off.

"What do you think Sirius?" Ginny's voice cut in his thoughts and he realised both witches were staring at him expectantly. Ginny's hair was swept up into a twist that was held in by the ball point pen he had handed Hermione and he had to admit it did look quite fetching.

"Very nice" he smiled and cleared his throat which had gone quite hoarse with the erotic day dream. He crossed his legs and shifted a little to the side trying to hide his arousal and he could see Hermione was about to ask him what was wrong when Draco and Remus entered the parlour interrupting her. Sirius couldn't help but be a little thankful.


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