Chapter Two
- August 1996 -
There was a note on the table when they arrived home. The kitchen was empty and the house oddly silent for a headquarters location. Sirius picked up the note and flipped it open. He looked up and around the gloomy kitchen. "Remus cleared everyone out. We've got the place to ourselves."
Sirius and Hermione's eyes met briefly before both looked away. It was not lost on either of them what they had been left alone to do. Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and waited for Sirius to say something. The young witch may not have been a virgin but she was a far cry from confident enough to start a sexual conversation with someone she wasn't already sexual with.
Sirius said nothing.
Hermione turned her back to him and rolled her eyes. "What do we do now?" she ventured innocently. She glanced over her shoulder at him.
Sirius met her gaze briefly before looking back around the kitchen, his brows drawn together in consternation. She couldn't blame him for being as nervous as he was. After all, he thought he was about to devirginize his godson's best friend — not that he was. She just really didn't know how to tell him that.
"Food!" Sirius suddenly exclaimed. "Aren't you hungry? I'm starved." He moved briskly towards the fridge with false enthusiasm. "Can't remember the last time I ate, actually."
Hermione pursed her lips at that comment, not that it was an unusual one. Sirius was often lost in his thoughts and memories of the past, so much so that he skipped meals more than a few times a week.
"Fuck," Sirius cursed upon opening the icebox.
"Language," Hermione scolded as she moved towards his side.
He stepped back so she could see into the icebox and gestured with his hand. "There's nothing in the fridge."
"The fridge is fully stoked, Sirius. Mrs. Weasley just did the shopping yesterday, look." There were fruits and vegetables a plenty, meats, fish, and cheeses. It was more than enough for the two of them.
"Molly usually cooks. She hasn't cooked."
Hermione raised her eyebrows, unimpressed. "We could cook."
"You can cook?"
"You can't?"
Sirius made a face. "No, unfortunately Azkaban only offers classes in baking. I can make a mean triple layered chocolate cake with chocolate ganache." Hermione tried not to laugh as she pictured Sirius in a chef's hat, covered in chocolate and flour with a bunch of similarly dressed dementors.
She nodded once, still suppressing her laughter as she said, "Well, lucky for us, I can cook very well." Hermione pulled various things from the icebox and placed them on the counter. "You can help."
Sirius gave her a wide eyed look but didn't object. "What are we making?"
"Chicken casserole." She filled a pot with water and set it to boil on the stovetop. Hermione came back around to the counter that Sirius was standing at, staring at the vegetables. She rolled her eyes. "You can try cutting them?"
He nodded, eyes wide. "Oh, right. I can do that." He took a massive knife from the butcher block and made it only a step before Hermione stopped him.
"That's for bread, Sirius. Use this one." She gave him a significantly smaller knife.
Sirius sniffed but nodded once as he said, "Less impressive, but alright."
"It still gets the job done."
"But with less of a flourish."
"The flourish is in the final product."
Sirius nodded in agreement. "Often in baking as well." Hermione smiled as she shook her head. She wondered if she peppered him with enough baking questions that he would eventually reveal he didn't know anything — knowing Sirius, probably not.
Hermione left him to chopping vegetables and turned to readying the rest of the dinner. Despite the fact he was only supposed to be cutting vegetables, Sirius somehow managed to nearly burn the pasta and almost threw out the raw chicken.
"I've just never seen it like that," he protested as they washed up the kitchen after dinner.
"You've never seen raw chicken?" Hermione questioned disbelievingly.
Sirius shrugged and handed her a dirty plate. "When would I?"
Hermione huffed a laugh and shook her head. "Didn't you live alone for awhile? How'd you survive?"
"I ate out, mostly. Or at James and Lily's place. We'd do dinner every Friday night after Harry was born."
Hermione smiled warmly. "That's nice. I'm sure Harry would love to hear about that."
Sirius hummed and nodded. He handed her the last of the dishes and their fingers brushed. A spark of magical electricity shot through them. Hermione gasped lightly and Sirius sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth. It was the first time they'd touched each other since they left the Ministry.
The dishes slipped into the sink with a loud clatter. Neither of the two noticed the noise. Their fingers still touched lightly, teasing one another with the magical sparks it sent through their bodies. Slowly their hands clasped with interlocking fingers. Hermione looked up at Sirius from beneath her lashes.
He kissed her.
The second their lips touched, everything seemed to fall into place. The magic erupted between them like fireworks. Their bodies gravitated towards one another and this time they couldn't resist.
Sirius wrapped his arms around Hermione's petite waist and pulled her close. She spread her fingers through his dark curls. Sirius growled lightly and nipped at her bottom lip. She opened her mouth in response and Sirius took full advantage. Hermione honestly thought she might be in heaven. What Sirius could do with his tongue could probably put him back in Azkaban.
Hermione broke away and gasped for breath. She reached out towards the still running tap.
"Leave it," Sirius growled. His hand shot out and he wandlessly shut the tap off. He wrapped his arm back around her waist and lifted her up. Hermione let out a startled laugh. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Sirius froze, suddenly remembering himself. "Is this—?"
Hermione kissed him soundly. Sirius closed his eyes as he savoured the pleasant thrum that ignited beneath his skin. He'd never experienced anything like it before.
Hermione nipped at his lip and the need inside Sirius flared. He turned and blindly stumbled out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. Hermione's fingers nimbly unbuttoned his black dress shirt. Her fingers touched the tattoos on his chest and he couldn't stop himself from slamming her back into the nearest wall. He growled again as he deepened the kiss.
Hermione moaned. He undid her jacket and shoved it off her body. Hermione took the moment to try and catch her breath. Her hands spread across Sirius' tattooed chest. Her normally whiskey coloured eyes were dark.
Sirius' hands burned Hermione as they trailed slowly down her body. He grabbed her and thrust her closer again as he continued on his way to the stairs. Hermione's jacket lay forgotten in the hall.
Sirius' shirt was left on the first flight of stairs.
Hermione pulled her jumper over her head when they reached the second floor landing. She laughed as she tossed it over her head. Her fingers threaded through Sirius' hair as she angled his head to kiss him again. Sirius nearly fumbled the last few steps. Merlin's beard, he thought, she was good at that.
They fell into Sirius' door and Hermione groaned when the corner arch dug into her back. Sirius fumbled for the handle.
The door opened and he stumbled towards the bed. Hermione's back hit the bed and the two bounced. Sirius pulled back briefly and began unbuttoning her blouse. Hermione sat up to help him pull it off. Sirius groaned when he found a t-shirt beneath her blouse.
"How many bloody layers are you wearing?" he moaned in despair as he knelt between her legs.
"I thought I was marrying Snape when I got dressed."
Sirius raised his eyebrows and nodded once. "Fair point." He grinned mischievously and asked, "Are you wearing laundry day knickers?"
Hermione snorted and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "My ugliest granny panties, thank you."
Sirius snorted and laughed. He kissed her and gently guided her onto her back again. His kisses trailed down her neck and over the fabric of her shirt. Lips captured her nipple through her shirt and she gasped in delight. Her entire body felt like it was on fire. She bit her lip to hold in her whimper as Sirius moved further south. His fingers found the buckle at her jeans and he pressed a kiss to her sternum as he slowly pulled her trousers down. Hermione kicked her sneakers off and helped Sirius with her jeans before leaning back again. She hooked her fingers in her high-waisted knickers and moved to pulled them off. Sirius' hands shot out and quickly grabbed her wrists.
He tsked teasingly as he sent her a sly smile. "Now, now, now, we've got to get at least a little look at these."
Hermione threw her head back and groaned, "Sirius…"
He laughed under his breath. Her hands were pushed aside and Sirius slowly pushed her plain white tee further up. He snickered.
She smacked his shoulder. "Sirius."
"It's got pink frills," he choked out. He fingered the little bow at the top of the hem.
"Stop," she moaned in torture. "Just take them off." But Sirius had gone back to his hot, open mouthed kisses across her stomach and Hermione's fingers curled in his hair. He moved lower and Hermione gasped.
Sirius licked and played with her through the thin cotton barrier. She cried out. The magical bond between the two of them sparked and flared with the rise of Hermione's arousal. Sirius wrapped his arms around her legs and pressed her hips down when she jerked erratically.
Hermione gasped Sirius' name. Her body writhed on the bed.
The magic amplified every touch and sensation between the two. Sirius' fingers wandered up beneath her shirt and fondled her breast through her sports bra. "Yes," she moaned. Thrills shot through her entire body, down her spine, and straight to her core which Sirius played like it was made for him. Fuck, Hermione thought, maybe it was.
The young witch was pulsating — aching. Her fingers tightened their grip in Sirius' hair so tight it was nearly painful. Her hips jerked and she cried out. She moaned. She might have been saying something. Words were drawn from her against her will but she didn't know what they were. It might have been begging — it was probably begging.
Hermione's back arched off the bed as she nearly screamed her release. Her breath came to her fast. Her heart was racing. She barely noticed Sirius kissing her thighs as he — finally — pulled her completely soaked knickers down. He cast the panties aside and his hands splayed across her tanned thighs. Sirius leaned forward and trailed a long lick across her heated flesh. Hermione keened and squirmed.
He kissed her stomach and slowly worked his way back up her body. His fingers caught on her shirt and slowly slid it up her chest. Hermione's hands grasped his jaw and she pulled his lips back to her own. Sirius was pleasantly surprised, not many birds would be willing until after a thorough magical mouth cleanse. He didn't pull back and he didn't complain. Hermione's tongue flicked teasingly and Sirius renewed his efforts in getting her shirt off.
Finally free of the thin cotton shirt, Hermione fell back against the bedsheets once more. Her curls spread across the bedspread like a halo. Merlin, he loved her curls. They weren't unlike his own and he was a vain bastard, he knew.
Hermione's plump lips stole his attention once more. He moaned as her nails lightly scratched over his shoulders and down his chest. The witch was trying to kill him. Honestly, she was.
Nimble fingers went to work on his belt and trousers. She pushed his trousers down as far as she could whilst still pinned under him. Sirius pulled back and Hermione nearly gasped. The cold air on her body was nothing in comparison to the loss of the magical bond between them. It felt like she'd been thrown out into the cold.
Despite the loss of the effects of the magical bond, the tension had not dissipated. Hermione was still wet, her heart racing, and her body eager for more. Sirius still had a considerable bulge in his trousers that Hermione was dying to unwrap like a present on Christmas Day.
The worked up witch quickly hooked her fingers under her sports bra and suddenly she was entirely naked. Hermione leaned back on her elbows. A sly smirk spread across her face as she watched Sirius stare.
She raised her eyebrows and nodded at his trousers. "You're a bit behind there, Padfoot."
Sirius' eyes darkened instantly. His entire body tensed like something inside him had snapped. Hermione's eyes widened. Perhaps she shouldn't have said that. She opened her mouth to apologize when Sirius pounced on top of her. A muttered spell under his breath and the rest of his clothes were gone.
Sirius' mouth pressed against her own. Hermione barely had a second to register the change in positions before he was thoroughly snogging her. She moaned and pressed her chest against his own. Something hard was pressed between them and with a tingle of excitement Hermione knew exactly what it was. Her brow furrowed for a moment as she registered just how long said instrument seemed to be. She pulled back a fraction to look down the length of their bodies.
She gasped in horror. "Oh my god!" Her hands pushed against his shoulders in panic and Sirius immediately pulled back.
"Hermione, what's—?"
"It's massive!" she cried out, her eyes wide and still glued to the offending package — no, weapon.
Sirius tried desperately not to laugh. He knew it would only set her off into a fury. "Hey, hey…" he soothed to her. "It's okay. I'm a bit above average, I know, but—"
"A bit? Sirius, that thing is inhuman."
His smirk broke through with that comment. She glared and he quickly coughed to cover it up. "It's going to be fine, love. I know what I'm doing."
"Doing? You're not going to be doing anything," she stated with finality. She pointed at his cock. "That thing is not going anywhere near me. I'd like to remain with the ability to walk, thank you." Hermione's annoyance quickly turned to horror. "Oh Merlin, I'm never going to walk again." Her eyes teared and she knew she was being irrational but the boys she'd been with had never been so…advantaged.
Sirius' hands on her face were gentle. "Hey," he whispered as his nose grazed her cheek, "deep breaths, love." His finger gently stroked across her cheekbone. "Deep breath in, deep breath out. That's it." Hermione's wide whiskey coloured eyes met his own light grey ones. "It's always scary a witch's first time but—"
Hermione punched him in the chest.
Sirius fell to the side and rolled onto his back, the wind completely knocked out of him. He groaned as his hands clasped against where she'd punched him. She'd punched him!
"I'm not a virgin, you wanker!"
Sirius blinked, startled. He turned his head towards her and once he'd caught his breath again he questioned, "You aren't?"
Hermione growled and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. She then proceeded to beat him with it.
"Oi!" Sirius hollered. He scrambled up and grabbed the pillow from his irate witch. He tossed it aside before wrapping his arms around her and hauling her into his lap. Hermione continued to push and shove until Sirius grabbed the back of her head and pressed a hard kiss to her lips.
The magical bonding between them flared hot again and Hermione nearly melted against him. His tongue did horrible, wonderful things to her that she never wanted to end. His hand wandered to cup one of her breasts and her lower muscles clenched.
"You're playing dirty," she whispered.
Sirius' smirk reminded her that she had decided to bind herself eternally to a Marauder. Oh, what a world. His lips brushed hers as he whispered back, "What on earth made you think I wouldn't?"
"Sirius…" was her only response and he could hear the fear in her voice.
"I'm not going to hurt you, pet." Her brows furrowed as she bit her lip. "There are spells, you know? One's that'll make it hurt less and others that'll… make you less uncomfortable tomorrow."
"I'll still be able to walk?"
"Marauder's honour."
Hermione let out a long, shuddering breath. She looked down and rolled her eyes. "You're still hard?"
"You're stunning when you're angry." He winked. "And you're naked which definitely helps." Hermione snorted out a short laugh. "Feeling better?" She nodded. "Good." He pressed her down onto the bed and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Now, how about you just sit back," another kiss to her shoulder, "and enjoy this very Sirius experience." He captured one of her nipples between his lips before she could scold him for his wordplay.
Sirius continued to play and tease her body. He could tell, now that he knew, that she wasn't a virgin. It had been rather obvious the whole time, if he were being honest with himself. She was bold with her movements. Clearly, Hermione knew what she liked and wasn't afraid to push him in the right direction. He was more than comfortable with the revelation. If anything, it made things infinitely easier. He wasn't deflowering his godson's best friend, thank Merlin for that. He was just going to fuck her, infinitely better.
Sirius cast the necessary spells, ones he'd learned in his youth and quite honestly hadn't used in ages. He pulled back a fraction and stared down at Hermione's flushed form. Her curls were a perfectly tousled mess and her lips were plump and pink from his kisses. He hadn't been with a witch in a while.
This wasn't some cheap fuck. This young, radiant witch was his wife. She deserved more than that.
When he kissed her again, it was soft and slow. Hermione opened her eyes. She met his gaze and her breath stilled. They came together like the completion of a perfectly executed spell. Easy, flowing, fluid. Hermione's body arched into his, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Sirius growled into her neck and she gasped in response. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he pressed into her even closer.
"Sirius!" Her nails dug into his back. She couldn't catch her breath. The magic was swelling around them. She could feel it rising within her, around the both of them. Hermione thought the bed might have been floating, she wouldn't have been surprised if it was.
Something in the room shattered as she came. The magic snapped like an elastic band and Hermione found she could breathe again. Sirius groaned and rolled to his back. He felt like he'd run a fucking marathon. Christ. Hermione raised her arms above her head and stretched lethargically. Sirius couldn't help but let his eyes wander her soft form. Merlin, she was stunning.
She turned onto her side and propped her head up in her hand. "Now I know why witches and wizards bother with these bonds." Sirius snorted in amusement. "Really though, the lifetime commitment almost feels worth it."
He raised an eyebrow. "Almost?"
She raised an eyebrow back. "Well, I certainly hope that wasn't your whole repertoire. I'd be bitterly disappointed."
"Disappointed?" he choked out, both brows were now raised high on his forehead. Hermione was smirking and although he knew she was playing him, he wasn't entirely sure how to react. This was not a side to Hermione he knew. A naked and sexually flirtatious side. It was a good side.
She hummed in response, one of her fingers trailed down his tattooed chest. He fought not to shiver. Hermione looked up at him from beneath her lashes, a devious and exceedingly attractive smirk spread across her face. "I'm not normally a missionary position kind of girl."
"Oh?" His smirk returned to his handsome face. "And what sort of position is your thing?"
Hermione swung a leg over his hip and fluidly pulled herself up to straddle him. Her hands spread across his chest. "Take a wild guess."
"Doggy style?"
She leaned forward as she giggled and kissed him. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"Unfortunately for you, that position does not provide nearly enough opportunity for bossiness in bed."
Sirius's smirk turned roguish in a way only he could achieve without looking like an arse. "'course it does. You'll just have to be the one following the rules and not making them." His hands grasped her thighs and he leaned his head closer to hers. "You like following the rules, don't you, kitten?"
Hermione, refusing to give up any advantage, leaned close enough that her chest teased his. Her hair curtained them as she whispered, "He said to the girl who kidnapped a reporter and held her captive for a year."
Sirius' eyes widened. He thought for a moment. "Skeeter?" Hermione's smile was answer enough. "Christ, you're gonna be the death of me, aren't you?"
Hermione brushed her lips against his. "Yeah, but what a way to go," she enticed. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and then quickly moved on before he could respond. Her kisses danced down his chest as she explored his tattoos. She ran her tongue along the stem of a beautiful rose tattoo. When Hermione finally pulled back, Sirius' eyes were nearly black. "I love tattoos," she revealed in a soft whisper. Her fingers traced the magical compass tattoo. The pointer spun before pointing directly at her. Along his right side, trees rose up that looked like the Forbidden Forest. She thought she might have seen a wolf, stag, and a dog darting through the trees but it was too quick to be sure.
"Do you really?" he questioned, pulling her out of her intense study. "Little Miss. Hermione Granger likes tattoos? I'm shocked and appalled." He sounded anything but.
"Oh shush," her fingers brushed his lips and he nipped at them, "you don't know everything about me."
His hands slid down her thighs before slowly travelling back up again. "Alright, go on then. Tell me something about yourself, Miss. Likes Tattoos."
She smirked. "I have a tattoo."
Sirius narrowed his eyes at the pretty witch. His hands stilled. "No, you don't." Her smirk turned into an amused smile. "I've seen every inch of your body, love. I'd know if you had a tattoo."
"Ma-gic," she singsonged.
Sirius growled and jerked her closer. "Show me."
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled back. She looked around the room. "Wand?" Sirius raised his hand and a wand flew into it. He handed it over. It was his. Hermione hesitated only a moment before taking it from his hand. It had a square handle with runes etched into the middle portion. Hermione itched to study them closer but decided to save that for another time. She gave it an experimental swish and flick and smiled smugly when the magic from the unknown core responded easily. She reversed the concealing charms on her body.
The first mark to reveal itself was the long pale scar left from the battle at the Department of Mysteries. It slowly drew itself down from her right collarbone, across her chest, and to her opposite hipbone. Sirius' eyes narrowed at the mark, remembering both of their very close brushes with death that night. His eyes then caught on the black ink that looked like it was seeping from the pores of her skin and out onto the tanned flesh of her left side. Along her ribcage in beautiful, flowing script were the words, "to be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you into something else, is the greatest accomplishment."
Sirius smiled as he traced the three lined script with his thumb. It was perfect.
"Emerson," Hermione explained. "I'm rather fond of his essays."
"Of course you are." He raised an eyebrow. "Muggle tattoo?" She nodded. "Those hurt more," he pointed out.
"Believe me, I know."
His brow furrowed and he shook his head. Hermione Granger was not the witch he thought she was. He'd thought he'd had her all figured out. Silly, silly old bastard, wasn't he? "When did you get it?" It certainly wasn't knew.
"France. Summer before fifth." He raised his eyebrows at that. It was a bit young for tattoos, not that he was one to judge. "My parents let me wander on my own most days while they were in conferences," Hermione continued. She stared off, lost in her memories with a small smile on her face. "I met a boy. He had such beautiful tattoos." Her smile was soft. "He was beautiful."
"He was your first?"
She nodded. "Hurt like crazy. I cried. He was sweet though." Her smile turned into a smirk. "It got better after that."
Sirius raised an eyebrow and thought about her missionary position comment. "How much better?"
"He was older," she revealed with a nod of her head. "He knew what he was doing."
He narrowed his eyes. "How much older?"
Hermione smiled and kissed him sweetly. She kept kissing him and didn't answer his question. Sirius noticed but couldn't find it in himself to be upset when she was kissing him like that, straddling him and pushing her naked chest against his own. She could have told him she'd mangled his motorcycle and he was fairly certain he'd have been okay with it.
Hermione tiptoed down the stairs of Grimmauld Place in Sirius' old Zeppelin shirt. The house was dark and still in the dead of night. She couldn't even hear Kreacher and figured he was in another part of the house. A noise, however, had disturbed her from her sleep. No one had stopped by the house the last few days since she and Sirius' bonding. Well, not since Remus had flooed in on them having sex on the table. Hermione had never seen the werewolf blush so madly before. She was sure she hadn't been much better off. There are some things your third year professor shouldn't see you doing, and riding his best friend whilst wearing nothing but a skimpy negligee is one of them.
A cabinet was closed, the sound echoing down the hall from the kitchen. Glasses clinked. Someone was definitely in there and Hermione didn't think it was Kreacher. Hesitantly, she crept closer to the kitchen door.
Something shattered and Hermione jumped. She quickly entered the kitchen and paused at the sight before her. Severus Snape was in the kitchen. An empty bottle of Ogden's was rolling across the floor and several cupboards were open. He was opening another one when she stepped inside. Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of her drunken professor. Her heart quickly began to race and she stepped back.
Alone, at night, with a drunken Severus Snape was not a position she'd ever wanted to be in. Said professor had finally found an old bottle of muggle rum at the back of the cabinet. He pulled it out triumphantly.
Hermione took another step back and bumped into the doorframe. She squeaked in surprise, quickly cut off by her hand on her mouth. Snape spun around and his beady eyes zeroed in on the young witch. Neither moved. The drunken wizard's eyes slowly trailed down her form and Hermione remembered she was only wearing Sirius' shirt. She became acutely aware of the fact that her hair was a mess, her lips bruised, and hickeys were dotted across her neck and legs.
Hermione's fingers twitched at her side. Why hadn't she brought her wand with her?
Snape's eyes narrowed. Both moved at once. Hermione flew out the door and down the hall. "Sir—" Her scream was cut off by Snape's silencio. He grabbed her arm and threw her back against the wall. Her scream of pain went unheard. Snape's hand closed around her throat and Hermione let loose a strangled gasp. His fingers tightened and her air supply was quickly cut off.
Snape leaned towards her. His oily hair fell forward. His breath was heavy.
Hermione couldn't breathe. She clawed at his hand clutching her throat. Her eyes teared.
Snape let go and Hermione gasped for air. He leaned in towards her and the smell of alcohol surrounded them. He was mumbling something, his body pressed close to hers. Hermione's tears rolled down her cheeks and her entire body shuddered as she tried to regain her breath. Snape's fingers curled around the curve of her waist and Hermione's chest squeezed.
"Please—" she mouthed. Let me go. His fingers tightened their grip and her silent plea cut off with a choked sob. His face nuzzled into her hair and neck and Hermione's skin crawled. He continued mumbling things under his breath but Hermione was too terrified to register what they were.
Her eyes flickered to the stairwell. She willed Sirius to come rushing down and save her. Snape's face moved closer and Hermione struggled against his chest. She shook her head as she silently cried out "no," to no avail. The young witch cried as his lips pressed harshly against hers. She tried to push him back or turn her head away. He held her in place, a low rumble vibrating his chest as he deepened the kiss. His fingers pressed against her jaw, forcing it open. Snape pressed his tongue into her mouth, a low moan immediately filling the hall.
Hermione's fingers curled into his black robes. She bit down on his tongue — hard. She tasted blood and heard Snape cry out. He slammed her back against the wall and it forced her to release her bite. Snape stumbled a few steps away. He glared furiously as he brought a hand to his mouth. Hermione used the moment to flee. She ran further down the hall. The heavy steps behind her alerted her to the fact that Snape had given chase.
His hand snatched her wrist and Hermione let loose a soundless scream as he spun her back around. She slammed into his chest and something shattered between them. Hermione felt glass embed itself into her palm.
"No!" Snape shouted. "What have you done you stupid little bitch?" Hermione pushed at him with her uninjured hand. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Their was stomping from upstairs — Sirius. "I was going to go back!" Snape screamed into her face, spittle flying. Hermione flinched away but he grabbed hold of her wrists. A gold, broken time turner dangled uselessly from his neck between them. "I was going to fix this," he hissed desperately. "It wasn't supposed to be this way." She shook her head. Please, just let me go.
Snape was suddenly blasted away. He slammed against the wall and crumbled to the ground. "Get your bloody hands off my wife, Snape."
Sirius stepped into her line of sight and her entire body began to shake with adrenaline. "Hermione? Hermione, are you okay?" He stepped closer and she tensed. His touch was gentle as his thumb touched her chin. She closed her eyes as warmth spread through her. The bond filled her veins and calmed her soul. "Fuck, you're bleeding." Sirius stepped away and the room began to spin. "The fuck did you do to her, you bastard?"
Hermione held her bleeding hand to her chest. Her shaking wouldn't stop. Something glittered in the bright blood that dripped down her hand. The room continued to spin. Hermione's head swam. Sirius' growling voice grew distant until quite suddenly, everything had simply disappeared.
I was supposed to post this with the first chapter, I'm so sorry. But, better late than never! I'm super happy you're all liking it so far. This has mostly been thirty pages of set up, so buckle up for when the real drama starts next chapter.
Thoughts? xx