thanks to thunderbird06, violetbuckbeak and sereniterose for reviewing the last chapter! :)...and I realize this is the first time, I post something racy between hermione and sirius. They've always been my OTP but I don't know, I've always hesitated to write them together, well here goes nothing...and sorry if this story is too angsty XD


7. Stop and Go

"It's all your fault."


What happened next was a blur; fueled by the taste of wet brandy still on her lips and the way his eyes lit up her whole body.

She stumbled or sat down onto his lap, as he sat in that ridiculously fancy armchair, and he jumped up for a moment either in shock or distaste. But then the next moment, her hand had accidentally passed by his crotch and as he moved to grab her hand away from his nether regions and she was stammering some apology...they both looked at each other and then he was kissing her.

She made the first move, but he was kissing her and he completely took over. Her knees bent into the armchair as she straddled him and his hips lifted up to meet hers as her hands went into his hair, and his hands dragged down her lower back and his front pressed against her.

He made some noise, low in his throat, and she bit back a moan herself as she felt the hardened planes of his body rub against hers.

The edges of her short dress were riding up her thighs so that she felt certain he could see her underwear. A lace pink panties she wore just for him, in case.

He swore something, some wizard aristocratic swear word, she'd never heard of. Before pulling slightly back from her. His fingertips resting lightly on her.

"Hermione."

Fuck. She knew that tone. And his hand lowered to grab her by the hips and tuck the dress down a bit.

His silver eyes were impossible to bare with. She couldn't bare to look at him, but she didn't move either. She stayed put, almost stubbornly, still straddling him though it was obvious he wanted to end things.

"I think you've had too much to drink. I'm sorry this ever happened." He pinched at the bridge of his nose as if he were getting a headache or simply ashamed. "I'll take you back to your flat."

Hermione bit the inside of her cheek. She clenched her nails against the inside of her fist and dared to look at his eyes that troubled so much of her sleep. "I am sober. Look at me Sirius, please. I've never thought clearer," she slurred, knowing it was a lie and yet that they were together for a moment was the biggest truth.

But Sirius suddenly became raw with anger, as he pushed himself up from the chair and lifted her off him. "Fuck. How could I have done this with you?" he said aloud in horror, more to himself than her. He was grasping at his own hair, as if he wanted to tear it out.

Hermione felt her eyes prick with tears. "What are you talking about Sirius? We haven't done anything wrong!"

His face was heartbreaking and his voice had faltered to a whisper. "I took advantage of you, can't you see Hermione? You're not sober." Then he swore at himself again.

"I am sober," she lied once more and she realized she was shivering. From fear. Because he was rejecting her again.

"No. You're not, and you have to go." His tone was cold and final.

And she wasn't sober either, was she? She didn't think Sirius was completely sober either. Though he seemed to have more control than her, though his breathe was still laced with firewhiskey.

And damn it, she would remember the taste of his mouth too, like firewhiskey and brandy.

Vaguely, she remembered crying as she left his house through the Floo.

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[Prompt 72: "Please, just look at me." Lucky duck bi-weekly challenge]

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