Posted: July – 11th -2013

AN: Woooow, there really is no excuse for waiting 5 years to update a story. I was going through some of my fics which were posted ages ago, sitting neglected collecting dust and unfinished, and I came across this one and re-read it. I don't know how or when I lost the muse but I though "this one would be easy to complete" and I think you can all agree that its about damn time that happened. Goodness. But hey, life happens.

Disclaimer: I own not the world of Harry Potter. If I did Sirius would be in my bed. Along with Remus. Having a threesome. Shame.

In Just Five

Day 4: Taste

By Morgansgurl

The music was loud. Too loud. It was reverberating throughout the packed and cramped building space and resonating through her body. It was so loud it was hard to think, the music seemed to be pushing everything but its own sound out of her mind. This was not Hermione's scene at all, but Sirius had begged and raved about this place to the point that she threw her hands up and agreed to join him just for the sake of shutting him up.

She was just now realizing how flawed a plan that was.

"What's wrong?" Sirius nearly yelled in her ear as he guided her through the crowed of sweaty, scantily clad, drink holding patrons. Some of whom bumped into them without so much as an apology and a few who would turn and leer. It was making her uncomfortable.

"What!" she yelled back, she could make out his voice but not on earth what he was saying over this god awful music.

He must not have heard her though, or if he did he brushed her off, because he just shook his head and didn't lean in again to say anything more pulling her along meandering this way and that through the plethora of grinding bodies.

Eventually they reached what she could only assume was the back of the building, a large bar lined with people reaching over more people to place an order for drinks. The bartenders didn't even seem fazed by what she would consider an overwhelming amount of people that seemed to have no end. They stopped briefly by a door next to the bar guarded by a large burly looking man, Sirius leaned in to speak with him for a few moments while Hermione looked around the club with all the fog and flashing lights of various colors that seemed timed to the thumping beat. Clubbing was definitely not her thing.

When the door slid back, Sirius placed a hand at the small of her back and guided her through into a long and wide hallway. When the door closed behind them the music faded into the background, still audible through the wall but faint and not nearly as distracting anymore.

"I can hear myself think!" she exclaimed with a sigh of relief. This just caused Sirius to chuckle to himself as he led her further down the lavish hallway, along the way passing multiple large open arch doorways, some lined with colorful beads or colorful curtains. "This isn't a brothel is it?" she asked half serious, knowing Sirius one could be too careful.

"Aren't you the one always lecturing me about not experiencing enough of the muggle life." He stated back in response, not exactly denying her question which made butterflies build in her stomach in sick anticipation.

"Yeah, but…you know." She trailed off, not really sure how to respond. "This wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

He stopped in front of one of the archways near the end of the hallway, "This is luxury love, the high life, enjoy it!" He clamored, extending his arms out wide in a grand obnoxious gesture that made her roll her eyes but a smile tugged at her lips. When he pushed the thick ornate curtains out of the way she obliged and entered.

The space wasn't small but it was definitely intimate and posh. Well decorated and inviting. It was also quiet and she was praising the powers that be for that tiny salvation to this night.

As soon as they had sat a waiter showed up, and that's when the party really started.

"Try it!" he told her, a laugh flowing from his lips and a sparkle in his eyes.

"I don't trust you now," she told him simply, her glare refusing to recede. She was cute when she glared at him like that. She was full of so much fire.

"Oh come on!" he argued back "that shot wasn't nearly that bad" he waggled his eyebrows at her while he tried pushing the shot glass with the brown liquid into her hand.

"It tasted like what I can only imagine a monkey's ass tastes like." She pressed her lips into a thin line. She wasn't much of an alcohol drinker either, a quality that fit nicely with not being a clubber.

"I swear on my wand you will like this one," he urged, also pushing the bowl of sugar covered lemons her way. Her look was skeptical at best, but then he made her an offer she couldn't refuse. "If you don't like this shot we can leave?"

"Deal!" she nearly shouted as she finally accepted the shot. As she was about to down it he placed his hand on top of the glass, effectively stopping its progress towards her lips.

"You have to take the shot, then suck on one of those lemons right after." He instructed, motioning with his hand to the bowl. She rolled her eyes again and nodded. When he removed his hand she did exactly as told.

The rapid emotions that crossed her face were priceless.

"That tastes….." she gave him a shocked looked as her voice trailed off and the flavor mingled on her taste buds.

"Exactly like chocolate cake?" he pressed with a knowing smile and mischievous glint in his eye.

"You prick, you orchestrated that!" she accused "You knew I wouldn't be able to tell you I hated that shot." She was full on glaring at him now, upset that her chance of bailing on club night had been woefully ruined and he knew it, she couldn't even lie about it.

"Don't look so sullen!" his laughter bouncing off the walls around them. The flavor of chocolate still lingering on his lips as well.

"...completely burned his knickers off," Hermione was laughing so hard tears were forming in her eyes as she threw back another whiskey fireball shot the taste of cinnamon making a pleasant and slow burn down her throat.

"You can't be serious!" he replied, both of them cracking up at that because his name was Sirius. They'd had just enough to drink to be in that good spot between sober and drunk.

"I'm not, but the look on the nurse's face when I brought Charlie in, nude with a scorched bum…" she trailed off laughing as she licked her lips, enjoying the remnants of cinnamon on her lips.

"A tale for the times." Sirius agreed, as the clanked their next shots in cheers. He was glad to see she was finally enjoying herself, though he was sure the booze was helping out on that front.

"Mmmmm, what was that?" Hermione asked, pressing her fingers to her lips as she set the empty shooter down. It had a smooth creamy peach flavor to it.

"They call it a panty dropper." Sirius explained, winking at her as he took his own. She rolled her eyes again and slapped him on the arm.

"Must be a weak one then, I hardly tasted any alcohol." She told him with a smirk.

"That's the point" he chuckled "it's possibly got more alcohol then any of the other shots combined, but you can't taste a drop. Women love it, get drunk on it, men take them home…."

"I got the picture." She interrupted, holding her hand up to silence him. Her head feeling lighter then usual and was the room spinning just a bit?

She couldn't help it as she spit the next one out all over the table and started to frantically wipe her tongue with a napkin. Sirius of course had fallen back on the couch in maniacal laughter at her misfortune.

"What. Was. That." She spat, her body swaying a bit the affects of their shots really starting to kick in.

"They call it a brain hemorrhage." He told her through giggles. It was very strange to see a full grown man giggling, but enough liquor could make anything happen.

"Aptly named," she leaned back so that her head rested against the back of the couch and closed her eyes "I think I have one now." She groaned him, the foul taste refusing to leave her mouth making her feel nauseated.

She was sure that last shot was supposed to have a flavor, but she couldn't taste it. It felt like her taste buds had gone on vacation and almost like her face was numb. It was a strange sensation; she'd never been drunk before now.

"Sirius?" she asked, reaching a hand out and putting it on his knee. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly.

"Yes love?" he slurred a bit, though he wasn't nearly as plastered as his partner was.

"The world won't stop spinning." She stated, her hand squeezing his knee a bit. He watched as she brought her other hand up to her stomach and pressed it down tightly. He knew that sign.

He reached over for the trash can, bringing it over just in time as she leaned over and hurled into it. He held her brown curls out the way as best he could.

"Ugh," she took deep slow breaths, her eyes still held tightly closed against the world that wouldn't stop spinning. It was like the motion was inside her mind, a slow motion tornado sabotaging her from the inside wrecking her thoughts and balance. "That was vile tasting." She groaned deeply, leaning her body against his as he wrapped an arm around her.

The next bits are blurry and hazy.

She watched her feet wobbling down the red carpeted floor.

The pounding incessant music was back. Then gone.

She wasn't walking on her own; she was definitely leaning against someone. Sirius? Oh right, the club.

Leaning over a gutter, the smell of street muck.

The sounds of a soft click….maybe a lock turning.

The world was still spinning.

All the spinning.

Cotton and warmth.

Flesh?...flesh on her flesh.

Lips!

"Tastes like cinnamon" she mumbled incoherently as she turned over in her bed and went to sleep. Sirius just smiled at his sleeping beauty, even in this state she was nothing short of gorgeous and her lips were soft and delicate as he kissed her goodnight. He was sure she wouldn't remember in the morning. He shut off the light and closed the door to his guest bedroom as softly as possible.

Darkness.

A/N: Only one chapter left to go. I actually had a lot of fun hammering this chapter out, hopefully the final one will be up sometime tomorrow because I plan to finish this puppy and stamp a `complete` tag on it that is way past due. By the way, all of those shots are real drinks ;)

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