Author's Note: I'm glad you all liked the last chapter. I wasn't too sure about it myself. Not enough went on, and I was very unsure about having Hermione dressed as a school girl. Either way... The story must go on. Enjoy. Oh, and thanks ever so much for the reviews, I love knowing what you think of my writing. More please!

It took Sirius a moment to register that Hermione had spoken at all. It was every guys dream at one point to bed a naughty school girl. He thought he had finished doing those twenty years ago, but here one was stood in the doorway looking incredibly sexy. A moment later he had collected his thoughts and stood back saying, 'You'll just have to see, won't you?'

Hermione giggled in response. She had no idea what had possessed her to dress up for him, she was still so insecure about what she was doing, but her mind had been made up and was trying to feign confidence, even if she needed a glass and a half of something strong to do it. Putting a hand on his chest she pushed her lover for the evening back into his room, kicking the door shut with a booted foot as she did so.

Sirius was still in a state of mind shock when he was pushed on to the bed with Hermione sat on this stomach kissing him passionately. What happened to the shy, 'no ideas what to do' Hermione. He wasn't complaining by any means and kissed back, his tongue playing in her mouth, just able to taste the alcohol she had drank before. He moved his hands up her back, feeling the soft skin under her shirt, running a finger down her spine she shivered, pushing those pert breasts out at him. He wanted to strip her and take her again, but the thought of getting her out of that uniform wasn't as appealing. The thought of fucking a girl who was still in school gave him such a kick, and his shaft twitched a bit in anticipation, the head throbbing slightly.

The girl moved, so that she was lying on her side next to the man, and began to touch his skin, wanting to feel as much as possible as though it would disappear if she let go. Eventually her hands had moved to the waistline of his boxer shorts and sort to remove them, tugging gently and Sirius obediently helped her remove them. She let her hand slide back over his hip and brushed over his engorged member, making him shudder in anticipation. The thought suddenly popped in to her head that she didn't need to worry about not knowing what to do, he'd either tell her, show her or moan a certain way. Time to experiment, she said to herself.

She allowed the palm of her hand to encompass him, her forefinger and thumb not even touching, and slowly moved up to the swollen head, feeling the deep ridge all around the top of the shaft, keeping her 

grip the same she moved her hand back down, he moaned softly again. She repeated this action for less than a minute until her suddenly grasped her hand, and told her to loosen her wrist slightly, immediately it began to feel a lot better for them both. Hermione's wrist wasn't going to give her cramp anytime soon, and Sirius felt a bit more movement on him. Eventually after getting a slow rhythm going her allowed her hand to move over his head, and made a small circling movement over it as he did so, the effect was incredible. Sirius's back arched, and his moans got louder. He liked that then, she mused. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her lover move to get his wand, waved it in the vague direction of her hand, and she felt a slippery substance that made everything feel so much better, and seemingly for Sirius too as he gasped and let out a moan in ecstasy. She asked him quietly what he had done.

'Lube' he gasped out, whilst trying to calm himself. God, this feels so good, it's been way, way too long. All I want now is for her to see how good I taste… If I last that long, he mused.

As though she had heard what he said, she bit her lip and looked at him. Without realising it he let out a silent plea, for all the world he wanted her lips wrapped around him. Slowly she removed her hand from his length and moved herself in to position on top of him, and kissed him passionately. Plucking up the courage she imitated what he had done to her the night before and began kissing his neck, the moved to his collar bone and down his chest, and planted a kiss just below his belly button. He moaned again, this time more needy.

She lowered her head and kissed the very top part of his throbbing head. Thinking that she wouldn't be able to take him all in her mouth, she wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, and held him steady as she moved herself to a kneeling position between his legs. Licking her lips she realised that he had conjured strawberry flavoured lube. Once more she lowered her head and slips his head into her mouth and began to move her tongue around the areas she could reach, once again exploring the ridge between the shaft and the head, running her tongue all the way around, following the contours, flicking upwards until she found a small hole and pushed her tongue into it a very small amount, and felt it widen slightly. She followed the line of folded skin down the underside of his head, and shifted slightly so that she could fit more of him in her mouth, using her hand as a guide, and to stop her from chocking with the size of him.

He moved his hand so that one was just under her chin and began to guide her slightly, so that she pulled up enough to let her lips caress his skin a little more. Once she did that on her own, he let his hands intertwined her hair and just way back and enjoyed the way that she took him in her warm mouth. He hardly expected it when she brought her hand into use as well, more than just a support. She slowly moved it up with every time she pulled up and let it run over his head, and with the slipperiness 

of the lube and saliva it felt amazing, she even started to wrist her wrist. He nearly came there and then. He had to get her to stop or he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He gripper her hair and gently pulled her up and off him. He motioned that he want to kiss her again, and she shifted so that she was sat on his stomach again. Her wetness brushed his stomach and he realised she wasn't wearing any knickers anymore. Was she before? He thought. His shaft brushed just under her skirt, rubbing beside the soft skin of her arse. He could see that she was getting aroused, and added to it by running his hands up over her knees and up to the top of her shocking, taking in the detail of the lace, following the suspenders up and brushed a hand across her dripping wet clit. She shifted slightly again.

Unable to control himself, he lifted her up a little and with a quick look at Hermione, he held her, positioned over his cock, ready to plunge into her deep expanse of damp warmth. A moment later his back arched as she gasped, he was in her to the hilt, and she felt even tighter that the day before, if that was possible. He let her stay still for a few moments and then cupping his hands under her arse cheeks he lifted her slightly again, feeling himself slide out of her, and then back in, getting her into a steady rhythm. A few minutes later he would have sworn that she had one this many times before. She's a natural on top, he thought, she had positioned herself so that she was learning over him, so they could kiss, but she was moving her hips in such a way that she was able to rub her clit on him, in turn making her tighter as she reached a climax.

As Sirius felt the inevitable pull of his climax he began to trust upwards and into her as hard and as deep as possible using her to get himself off. He heard her moan out in pleasure and pain just as he felt his muscles constrict and spilled out his hot seed deep inside his lover, mixing with hers. As their breathing calmed down they embraced each other, both feeling ever so content to be each other's arms.

'So, what grade do I get?' asked Hermione, in the sweetest voice she could muster.

'Well, Miss, you just dropped a few points 'cos you seem to think that the lesson is over!' and with that he flipped her over and let his hand travel down to her soaked core and began to work at her, roughly, pushing a couple of fingers in to the sticky mess between her legs. He brought her to climax once more and contemplated something briefly for a moment. He brought his sticky fingers up to her mouth and invited her to taste the mixture of them both. She did so gladly, and slowly licked them, taking each one into her mouth, and making sure nothing was left on them.

'Lesson over... For tonight.'

Author's note: I thought I'd let you know I'm willing to take suggestions of what Hermione should be taught. Or... what Sirius really wants, seeing as he hasn't had anything other than these two days in 14 years. I have a few ideas, but all are welcome!