Chapter 7
Hermione arrived at breakfast in her foulest mood yet. She was horny and there was nothing she could do about it; this was all Sirius Blacks fault. She couldn't wait to see him tonight, if not only to get some relief then to strangle his neck for being so sexy. She had tried having a cold shower before leaving for the Great Hall but that had only served to put her in a worse mood. She began to take it out on her bacon and eggs.
"Everything ok 'Mione?" Harry asked sliding into the bench beside her and pulling a plate of butter croissants toward him.
"Fine. Why do you ask?" she snapped giving her egg an extra hard jab so that the yolk burst and ran all over plate.
"I think you killed it" he said trying not to smile.
"It would be no less than he deserves" she muttered to her self clearing the mess away with her wand and snatching the coffee pot from in front of Harry.
"What was that?" he asked not quite catching it she said it so quietly.
"I was just wondering what that flavour of preserve was" she said not missing a beat, she pointed a hand to a random jar in front of her.
"Oh Raspberry. Why, did you want some for your … ah eggs?" he asked looking confused
"Just wondering, it looked like blueberry to me. I have to return a library book. See you in Transfiguration Harry" she said leaving the table before he could respond.
Rushing through the halls she didn't watch where she was going and before she knew it she was standing outside a very familiar door. Looking around to see if anyone was watching she slipped in. Her heart began to pound when she spotted the low bench at the far side, remembering all that had happened in her dream. She felt her face grew hot as images of herself kneeling in front of Sirius about to take him into her mouth flitted across her mind and she acknowledged that no matter how erotic her dream was she didn't know if she would have the guts to do it in real life.
Her brain went back to the night before when they had been in the pool and she had been so close to loosing her virginity. What Sirius had done to her was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced in her life and she wondered if he would do it again tonight, maybe she would ask him, she thought with a blush.
She sat on the bench and thought back to her dream contemplating this cowardly thought of not being able to return his attentions. She wasn't a submissive person by any means but this intimacy was so out of her league that she was becoming unsure of her self by the minute, and she was certain that Sirius wouldn't appreciate a dead fish regardless of her virgin status or not.
But his note had said she was amazing and the man wasn't one to lie - he was a lot of things, a chauvinistic pig, an arrogant prankster and a ladies man to the core but he was not a liar. This thought in mind Hermione couldn't help but wonder what he saw in her, it didn't seem he was doing it out of the goodness of his heart just because she asked him to. Infact he had made the first move and left it up to her to take it further but this still did not explain what someone of his experience and talent wanted with a sixteen year old school girl.
She didn't think he was a pervert and quickly ruled out that explanation, but he could have any number of women at his beck and call – he was no longer a hunted man and was free to move about wizarding society once again. He was still feared and shunned but Hermione knew that there were a lot of women out there who were attracted to that kind of thing, infact she had encountered more than one of them while staying at number twelve over the summer; she was nothing like those women and from what she could tell she was the only one with an IQ above her shoe size.
Her musing was cut off by the sound of a whistle just outside the door and she jumped at the intrusion. The next second her private sanctuary was invaded by twenty or so fourth year students ready for their swimming lesson, Madam Hooch followed closely on their heels yelling instructions. Hermione scurried out and headed to class.
She spent the rest of the day thoroughly distracted, unable to figure out the puzzle that was Sirius Black. She worked herself up so much that she was convinced that he had made a mistake and that he would call it off before things got any further.
So when the day drew to a close and Harry left for his swimming lesson she came to a decision. She wasn't going to let him break it off, not if she got to it first and broke it off herself. Sure this was a good opportunity to experience sex with someone as renowned as Sirius Black but there would be other times and people just as good to loose her virginity to.
This decision made she felt somewhat more in control of herself and she settled down to do several hours of homework. She was only dimly aware of Harry returning but she was so engrossed in her essay on Veela for Care of Magical Creatures that she barely registered what that meant. She continued to work until the common room thinned out and she was the last one remaining. The fire was burning low in the grate when she finally trudged up the stairs to bed.
Her head barely hit the pillow when she fell into a deep dreamless sleep. When she woke it was still pitch black, feeling disoriented she shifted under the covers to get more comfortable when she felt something solid behind her. She froze in shock and took a few deep breaths before experimentally wriggled back a little and once again feeling the warm solid mass behind her.
Her whole body went stiff when she felt whoever it was behind her shift slightly then wrap and arm around her waist, long taped fingers spanning across her flat stomach, holding her in place. She felt lips on the side of her neck and almost moaned at the sensation.
"Sirius?" she hissed. Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt rather than heard his response.
"In the flesh" his voice was low and husky still thick with sleep.
"What are you doing here?" her voice rose a level and she pulled herself out of his arms to sit up and look down at him. He lay in her bed, head propped by his hand, his fingers now drawing lazy patterns on her exposed thigh.
"Stop that" she said slapping his hand away. He stopped and gave her a sheepish grin.
"What are you doing here Sirius?" she asked again, leaning over and picking up her wand from the night stand before casting a silencing charm around her bed.
"Since you didn't come to me I decided I would have to come to you" he replied with a shrug, then without warning he wrapped both arms around her waist and dragged her back down onto the pillows, his head buried in her curls.
"You smell nice" he mumbled eyes closed. Hermione tried to relax a little but having this man in her bed nuzzling her neck was not helping so she lay there arms by her sides as he got comfortable against her.
"What's wrong Witchling?" he asked quietly once he had stopped moving around.
"Nothing" she said a bit too quickly "I'm fine … there's nothing wrong"
"Yeah and I don't have a criminal record" he replied dryly shifting so he was once again propped up on his elbow looking down at her. "Perhaps I should rephrase my question … Why am I here in your bed?"
"Because you crawled in while I was asleep?" Hermione asked in a small voice refusing to meet his eyes.
"Try again" he scowled.
"Because I didn't turn up to the pool tonight? Honestly Sirius what is the point in me telling you this. We both know the reason why you are here" she folded her arms across her chest
"You asked" he argued "But what I was getting at is the fact that you reneged on our little agreement. I came to remind you. All or nothing and you gave me all"
"Yes but ..." she began to argue when he held up a hand and cut in.
"No all or nothing and you chose all. So push the doubts you may have about us out of your pretty little head and send me an owl the next time you plan on standing me up" he said this last part with a small smile.
Hermione bit her lip and realised how stupid she was being. Sirius would never let her just not show up; he would want closure if anything. But in this he didn't want closure he wanted to continue and her brain went into overdrive as it once again question why he wanted her and why he didn't just go and find one of the little blonde bimbos he seemed so fond of.
"Why me?" she groaned burying her face in her hands
"What do you mean Witchling?" Sirius frowned and grabbed hold of one wrist so he could see her face, he was a little shocked to see a shimmer of tears lining her lashes.
"I don't understand why you want me Sirius" her voice was so small and plaintive. Sirius pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her tucking her head under his chin and processing what that simple statement meant. Knowing the witch she had probably been working over this little puzzle all day and that was the source of her current distress and her earlier second thoughts.
"Hermione you are a beautiful intelligent and very desirable woman. That's why I want you. I was honoured when you asked me to be your first as would anyone in my position; but I want you Witchling" he tilted her head up and looked into her eyes.
"Really?" she whispered
"Really" he replied before she leant up and kissed him.
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