Are We There Yet?

Part The Second:


She could not believe it. It was like a terrible nightmare. A nightmare that she just couldn't wake up from, no matter how many times she mentally bitch-slapped herself.

A hotel. Was this really the best idea that Mad-Eye could think of? Over all of the other lodging options, he had chosen a cheap Muggle motel? The rooms were dingy, with their old curtains and retro-patterned bedspreads and flickering lights. The entire space reeked of cigarette smoke.

Hermione had tapped her foot impatiently upon the scuffed up plastic tile floor of the hotel lobby, right in time to the outdated Spice Girls track that had been playing in the background. The entire Order had been waiting for their room keys and their room assignments. Mad-Eye had hobbled over to them from the front desk, the keys in their packets. He looked at the group, and began to give the room assignments.

"Right then. Room arrangements. Same as the car arrangements. Tonk's group, room 113. My group, room 115. Kingsley, your group can take room 116. Now. Go rest up, we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

After being jammed into a car with Sirius, the last thing she wanted to do was be jammed into a room with him, especially now, after he had discovered so many of her dirty little fantasies. But, here she was, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Hermione stood in the doorway, holding her suitcase in her left hand, a disgusted look plastered on her face as she looked at the room. Sirius squeezed past her, carrying some more of the bags and trunks.

"You look happy." he commented, setting the bags down on the floor with a sigh, looking around the room for himself. Hermione shook her head.

"Merlin', this is just bloody awful, isn't it?" she asked, partly to herself, partly to Sirius. Sirius grinned.

"Just be thankful we aren't sleeping in the car." he reminded her. Hermione scowled, and plopped her own bags down on one of the beds.

"Who gave him the bright idea to do everything Muggle style anyways?"

"For one thing, I guess he thinks it's safer than doing everything by magic. I guess I understand that, but it takes such a long time to do things the Muggle way." Sirius said, running a hand through his hair. "Plus, it's more fun."

"These beds aren't too bad." Hermione observed, taking a seat on one, and running her hand over it. Sirius looked at her and smirked as a look of horror appeared on her face.

"What's up your knickers?" he asked with a chuckle. Hermione opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She cleared her throat.

"Where am I going to sleep?" she asked. Sirius wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Moody already promised you to me, lovely. Maybe we could get some use out of that vibrator of yours." he said, his face serious. Hermione flushed red. Sirius burst out laughing.

"Nah, Moody packed some sleep away beds. Magic, you know." he said, flicking his wand, causing two fold out beds to fly out of one of the trunks. Hermione exhaled, and glared at him.

"Sirius Black, I hate you." she said. Sirius stuck his tongue out at her. The door flew open and Remus, Harry, and Kingsly stepped in. Hermione smiled as Harry sat down beside her, pulling her close.

"Damn, 'Mione, is this place not awful?" he asked, wrinkling up his nose. Hermione laughed. Remus rubbed his hands together.

"I figured we'd be chivalrous and let 'Mione have a bed to herself. Sirius and I can share one, and Harry and Kingsley can just each have a pull out bed." he said, looking around at his surroundings. Everyone nodded at him. Hermione stood up.

"Well, I'm getting ready for bed." she announced. Sirius stood up as well.

"I'll run down to the lobby and grab some drinks." he said, heading for the door. Remus looked at him.

"I'll go get some food from the other rooms." he said, smiling. Harry and Kingsley also rose from their seats.

"I'm going to go tell Ginny goodnight." Harry said with a wink.

"I have a meeting with Arthur." Kingsley commented, also walking out of the room. Remus stuck his head back through the door.

"You'll be alright, 'Mione?" he asked. She nodded, and he locked the door behind him.

Hermione smiled and unzipped her bag, grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste. She stood at the sink, cleaning her teeth, and washing her face. She peeked into the bathroom, which looked surprisingly adequate, and reached for the hotel soaps.

The shower felt wonderful. The hot water and humidity loosened her muscles, which were stiff from the car ride. She sighed as the water pounded her back, and massaged the shampoo into her scalp. She began to hum; she always sang softly in the shower. She closed her eyes and began touching herself, sliding her fingers in and out of her tiny hole. She scrunched up her face, trying to hold back a moan. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't quit wishing that it was Sirius' fingers touching her so intimately, giving her such bliss. She couldn't help the small grin that was on her face as she indulged herself in her private fantasy. She was so emerged in her pleasures that she didn't even hear the bathroom door swing open, until the shower curtain was yanked back. She screamed as she saw a wide eyed Sirius Black standing, still holding the curtain in his hand. He looked over her dripping body, still covered with body wash, her hair piled on top of her head with shampoo, and three of her fingers still in her vagina. She turned around to cover herself, and after a second, Sirius seemed to remember where he was. He quickly turned around.

"Oh, God, Hermione, I'm sorry- I thought you were-" he stuttered. Hermione grabbed a towel from the rack by the tub and wrapped it around her body.

"Out!" she yelled. Sirius complied. She grumbled to herself as she dried herself off, and pulled on her pajamas, magically drying her hair and putting it into a ponytail. She took a deep breath, still embarrassed. It wasn't the fact that he had seen her naked; she had nothing to be ashamed of. But it was the fact that he had seen her naked that bothered her. To add to it, he had seen her masturbating, and more ironically, masturbating to his name, but thank God he didn't know that. She gulped and rubbed her temples before emerging from the bathroom, towel in her arms, and a trail of steam exiting behind her. She didn't look at Sirius, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, twiddling his thumbs nervously. She finally gathered the courage to look at him.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, shaking her head at him. Sirius looked at his feet.

"Hermione, I'm sorry, I thought you were Remus! I thought he had come back already, and I didn't know you were taking a shower, and I was just going to ask him what he wanted to drink, and oh, gods, 'Mione."

"Why would you be pulling the curtain back with Remus in the shower?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"This sounds odd, but Remus has this abnormal fear of nakedness. I'm serious, he cant stand nude people including himself, so he just showers in his swim trunks." Sirius said, looking at her apologetically. Hermione bit her lip.

"How much did you see?" she whispered. Sirius paled.

"Uh. About everything there is to see." he said awkwardly, shuffling his feet. Hermione blushed scarlet, and buried her face in her hands.

"I'm going to bed." she said quietly, turning down the comforter, and slipping into bed. Sirius nodded stiffly, at her, and did the same. A little later, Remus, Kingsley, and Harry came back, flicking on the lights and waking Sirius and Hermione.

"Sorry, Moody wanted to talk to Kingsley and I." Remus explained to Sirius, sliding his shoes off. Hermione looked at Harry.

"What about you?" she asked him. He swallowed hard.

"I was getting to know Ginny a little better, if you get my drift." Harry mumbled. Hermione gagged, Remus and Kingsley chuckled, and Sirius gave Harry a high five. Remus held up a Muggle grocery bag.

"I got the food." he stated, handing out assorted Muggle and Wizard confections and some of Mrs. Weasly's home-made pie. Hermione sat crossed-legged on her bed, beside Harry, quietly munching on a chocolate frog, and avoiding all eye contact with Sirius. Kingsley glanced around the room.

"Let's all play a game." he suggested. Hermione tilted her head at him, swallowing the candy.

"What kind of a game?" she asked. Sirius raised his hand childishly.

"A drinking game, of course." he said simply. Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

"We don't have any drinks, Sirius."

"Yes we do, 'Mione, my darling. A new bottle of fire whiskey from my personal stash." he said, grinning. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

"You carry hard liquor in your suitcase?"

"Yes, well, love, it definitely doesn't match up to what you carry around in your suitcase now does it?" he replied, a knowing look in his eyes. Hermione cleared her throat, ignoring the questioning looks on everyone else's face. She quickly changed the subject.

"I'm not in the mood to drink anyways." she said. Remus nodded.

"I'm actually quite tired." he said. Kingsley nodded. Sirius frowned.

"Fine. We'll all sit here and be bored." he mumbled, crossing his arms. Remus shook his head and smiled.

"I have a game. Let's see who can go to sleep first." he said, crawling into bed. Everyone looked at him oddly. He shrugged.

"Goodnight." he said, rolling over. Sirius took one look at his friend.

"Moony, I love you, man, but I really don't want to sleep with you." he stated. Remus rolled over.

"Where will you sleep?" he asked. Sirius thought for a moment.

"I'll bunk with 'Mione!" he said, smirking evilly at her. She glared at him.

"No, absolutely not." she said firmly. Remus considered the idea.

"You could just put a pillow barrier up between you. Plus, he'd be complaining all night if he didn't get his way."

"And, later, Hermione, you'll find out that I get my way no matter what." Sirius added, his voice deep. Hermione shivered. Sirius walked over to her bed, and began to crawl in.

"It's settled, then. Goodnight all." Remus said, reaching over and turning off the lights.

Soon the little red numbers on the clock on the nightstand told her that it was past midnight. She couldn't sleep, and she knew that he was awake as well. She didn't want to move, for fear of brushing up against him, and she didn't want to sleep, for fear of what he'd do to her.

This entire situation was insane. Why was she in a room with them anyways? This was messed up, and she was hoping that it was a dream. She startled when she felt a hand on her belly. She growled and rolled over, meeting the penetrating stare of her bed-mate.

"Why are you awake?" she hissed. He grinned.

"I couldn't sleep. What's your excuse?" he asked. She huffed, and rolled onto her back. He frowned at her.

"You're mad at me?" he part asked, part stated. She looked at him daringly.

"How observant, Sirius." she mumbled.

"What did I do to cause this spout of anger?" he asked. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Maybe it's the fact that I've been completely humiliated today! My private life, my extremely private life, I might add, has been totally intruded upon. And not just the shower incident. Everything, from the car radio, to my book, to my vibrator falling out of my trunk! And it doesn't help at all that you keep teasing me about it." she whisper-scolded. Sirius smiled bitterly at her. She looked adorable when she was mad, her nose crinkled, her eyes flashing, her jaw clenching, her chest heaving.

"If it makes any difference, love, I'm angry at you, too." Sirius whispered, also rolling onto his back, and folding his arms tightly across his chest, just like her. Hermione's head whipped around so that she could look at him. Her expression was unreadable.

"What have I done to you?" she asked, beginning to sit up. Sirius glanced over at her, his bottom lip protruding childishly.

"Well, I think you're the one I have to blame for causing me to have a raging hard on ever since we hoppers out of the car." he whispered, his eyes dark and challenging. Hermione opened her mouth angrily, but Sirius silenced her.

"Shush, or you'll wake them up." he reminded. She closed her mouth but continued to give him the stink-eye. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Does that bother you? That you turned me on?" he asked, amused. Hermione continued to look at him. "Well it shouldn't bother you. Actually, you should be quite proud of yourself."

"I am not a turn on, Sirius Black. And I'm most definitely not some cheap slag who'll do whatever you want." she said crossly. He shrugged.

"I know that, but you are wrong about you not being a turn on."

"Excuse me?"

"Hermione, love, you're a turn on because you don't try. You don't try to be sexy, you just are. Just the natural look about you. Plus, I love how embarrassed you are over a few dirty little habits that you have. Really, people have done much worse." he said, laughing quietly. Hermione's expression softened.

"Really?" she asked. He nodded.

"Plus, it's even sexier when I find out that good little girls aren't so innocent. Especially, how did you say...'not innocent in the bedroom'?" he said, winking at her. Hermione blushed.

"I know I'm a lot older than you, love, but I would kind of like to get somewhere with you." he added. Hermione stiffened up.

"R-really?" she asked, again.

"I thought you said that you were experienced." Sirius teased. Hermione looked at him helplessly.

"I-I am. Normally. But it's just...when you say stuff like that. I don't know, I just freeze up and forget everything I know." she admitted, burying her face in her pillow. Sirius made sure that everyone was asleep before tentatively placing a gentle hand on her thigh.

"Don't worry, Hermione, I don't wanna push." he said slowly. She peeked out at him. He smiled warmly.

"Sirius, I don't mean to be forward, but I'd quite like for you to make hot, frenzied, passionate love to me right now." she said, smirking up at him. He laughed quietly, and with an animalistic growl, wrapped his arms around her, and began to devour her, completely. She purred when his kisses trailed between her breasts, and when his hands slipped under her shirt. She had to stop herself before she groaned loudly when he slipped her shirt over her head. She was about to explode as she felt his growing hardness pressing against her. She met his thrusts as they got faster and faster, until she came hard. Her nails left red marks on his bare shoulders, and her lip was bleeding from biting it so hard, trying to keep quiet. After basking in each other's afterglow, he kissed her slow and tender, until a light flickered on. They both looked up, and gasped as Harry emerged from the bathroom, a glass of water in his hand and a horrified expression on his face.


So. Here is the long-awaited sequel to Are We There Yet.

The first part seemed to be a sucess.

Tell me what you think!

:)

KAY