I dont own any of the Harry Potter characters

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Just An Ordinary Day

Started Out The Same Old Way

Then I Looked Into Your Eyes And Knew,

Today Would Be A First For Me,

The Day I Fall In Love

James Ingram - The Day I Fall In Love

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Hermione blushed as Sirius met her eyes, a mischeivous glint sparkling in those grey depths. She felt herself melt. He had such an effect on her, and effect she had never before experienced. It was almost unbearable not to be able to touch him. She found herself wondering what Harry would say, how Ron would react, whether Ginny would support her... she hadn't said so much to Sirius. She didn't plan on scaring him away... She pulled out her cd player. She had searched for a magical way of relieving tension, but she still found her music the only fully relieving of the lot. She put an earphone in and hummed under her breath.

"Whats that Hermione?" Sirius asked, drinking deeply from his apple juice, a small frown on his handsome features.

"Cd player." Hermione murmured, swaying slightly as she poured tea into three cups.

"Watch out Sirius, she'll make you listen to Muggle crap, trust me, you're better off without it!" Harry avoided a swipe of Hermione's hand, grabbed two of the cups and darted out of the room. "One's for Ginny... I forgot to say..." they heard his footsteps fade and Sirius looked at the odd circular piece of plastic.

"What's a cd player?" He frowned.

Hermione smiled. "It plays music. Here, have a listen. Muggle music really isn't that bad..."

Sirius shrugged. "I only ever listened to The Beatles. They seemed a bit of a waste of time to be honest. Wizard metal - that's the way to go."

Hermione shook her head. "Listen to this. It's Hoobastank, they're a rock band..."

"Hoop of stank?" Sirius questioned.

"No. Hoobastank!" She waved the earphone at him. He took it and placed it gingerly in his ear, as if expecting it to explode. Instead he was pleasantly surprised by the soft song being played, rather loudly, in his ears.

He nodded appreciatively. "It's not bad..." he frowned. "Crawling in the dark, looking for the answer? I thought you had light bulbs?"

Hermione giggled. "No. He's saying how he's been looking in the wrong places for certain things and asking someone to make him understand where he's..." she gasped when Sirius pulled her down for a soft, lingering kiss.

"I don't suppose you have any cheesy romantic songs by this gay Hoot of tank?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I do actually. Hang on." She walked over to the drawer, opening one to pull out a square plastic rectangle. "Here..." she switched the circular pieces of metal into the plastic box and pressed a small button. Sirius watched in amusement. "How manual..."

Smiling, Hermione handed him the earphone. "Listen to this then. I love this song."

He listened for several moments, then smiled. "I do like that..." he grinned broadly. "Whats it called?"

"The Reason," Hermione said, sliding into his lap casually. "Its the first song of theirs I heard... I fell in love with it!"

Sirius raised an eyebrow, his hand rubbing her waist. "You fell in love with a song?" He frowned. "How exactly can you? You have no chance of a physical relationship at all!"

She smirked. "Why'd you think I'm with you Sirius?" Her voice was husky.

He growled and nipped her ear. "I won't lose you to a song." He said back, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. "Mine. Mine. Mine."

Hermione laughed and hugged him back. When she heard footsteps, she tried to pull back, but he held her firmly, grinning wickedly. "Hermione, stay still. I'm trying to listen to this Muggle rubbish and you're just pulling the earphones out!" He put his hands on her shoulders and held her there as Harry and Ginny entered the kitchen.

"Trust me Sirius, you want to let her run away. It's awful. What's the band called again? Bag-of-wank? Sounds about right..." Harrys cheek earned him a slap on the arm from Ginny.

"It's really not that bad!" Ginny argued.

Hermione giggled. "Ginny, you only like it because the lead singers good looking!"

"Well actually, he's good looking in the old photos. He's a bit ugly now in honesty!"

Harry stared at Ginny. "What? You fancy the lead singer...?" he looked at Hermione. "Give me that cd!" He demanded. "Lets see what I'm up against."

Hermione shook her head and went to pull away. Sirius wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight so that Harry could prise the cd from Hermione's protesting fingers. Sirius merely grinned when she glared at him, reluctantly letting go of her as Harry flipped open the album booklet. He stared, frowning. "He's not good looking!" He protested.

Ginny looked over and nodded. "You're right..." she flicked the page. "But that one is!" She squeezed his arm and smiled, walking over to Hermione, who had retreated to the other side of the room, putting her cd player away.

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Hermione smiled as Ginny approached, nodding to Harry. "He liked what he saw then?"

Ginny grinned. "I think he'll be dying his hair any day now..." she sat on the kitchen unit and smiled at her friend. "What's going on with you and Sirius anyway?" Ginny asked softly.

"Excuse me?" Hermione gasped. She knew? How did she know? Maybe she didn't? Please let her not know!

"Oh come on, he can't stop looking at you. You could easily have slid out of his arms then if you'd used your wand, but you didn't. You keep leaving your room after you've gone to bed and going to his room... what happened and when?"

Hermione stared, open mouthed. "You... what... I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Ginny nodded knowingly. "Fine. I will act dumb and stupid like everyone else who walks past the two of you. But I know, and it might interest you to know, Ron's moving on as well... remember Luna?"

Hermione stared as her friend slid off the unit and over to Harry. "I need to go to London." She yawned, and the redhead left the room, calling back as she went upstairs. "FYI: You're coming with me!"

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Hermione looked across at Sirius, avoiding his gaze and letting her eyes rest on his shoulder. He watched her carefully.
"You seem quiet Mione," he murmured, reaching out and grasping her hand in his two larger ones. "You alright?"

Hermione hesitated, then shook her head. "Ginny knows..." she murmured.

Sirius gulped. "She... she does?"
She nodded.

"Is that... such a bad thing?" Sirius said. His voice cracked.

Hermione shook her head. "No... but she said... she said Ron was with Luna..."

The words fell on Sirius and echoed through his mind repetitively. She was upset about Ron moving on so quickly. So she obviously wasn't over Ron, which meant that, in short, he was, just as Remus had said, a rebound.

"Right..." He stood, unsure what to say. Part of him wanted to yell at her that she didn't need Ron - she had him after all - but the other didn't want to walk away from her. Remembering how comforting she had been to him last night after his dream, he walked around the table, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her to rest her head against his chest. Her breath fell on the slight v of the unbuttoned shirt and he sighed.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered. "I know I'm with you... and I'm happy... it's just... difficult... I was with him so long..."

Sirius nodded. "I know.." he didn't know. He didn't have a clue. But he could hardly walk out of the room saying so. "It'll right itself." He murmured into her hair.

Hermione sniffed and hugged him again. "I think it's already starting to..." she murmured.

He smiled. "I hope so." Kissing her forehead, he slid a hand to her back and rubbed it in small circles.

"Ron didn't like Hoobastank anyway." Hermione reasoned jokingly.

Sirius grinned. "Well in that case, he was a hopeless case from the start."

Hermione smiled. There was a comfortable silence in which they held each other, before she broke it, a soft smile on her lips. "Sirius..?"

"Yes Mione?" He murmured.

"In the Muggle World, couples have songs... a song that means a lot to both of them... that reminds them of the other... do wizards have that?"

Sirius nodded slowly. "Sometimes. It's not that common... but Lily and James had one... they didn't play it at their wedding like Muggles do though," he said softly, "it was kind of inappropriate to play a song entitled 'I Like The Way Your Wand Fits' in front of an audience of old pensioners."

Hermione giggled. "I haven't heard that one..."

"I'll play it for you sometime..." he promised, stroking her hair.

"Good." She murmured. "Do you think we can have a song?"

Sirius stopped stroking her hair momentarily, looking down to meet her gaze. "Do you think we class as a couple?" He asked gently.

Hermione nodded slowly. "I like to think so..."

He smiled. "In which case, yes." He kissed her nose lightly. "And I think that considering the first song we listened to together as a couple was The Reason, that should be it..." he frowned. "Unless you were thinking along the lines of Celestina Warbeck, in which case, perhaps we should not be considered a couple..."

Smiling, Hermione kissed his cheek. "I was thinking the exact same thing."

He grinned and held her against him. "What was yours and Rons song?" He asked softly.

"Always, Blink-182. It wasn't that good really... it was kind of depressing more than romantic..."

Sirius nodded. "But this is Ron we're talking about..." he grinned at Hermiones raised eyebrow and added, "not that I have any problem with your taste in men..." he frowned himself, "or boys..."

He kissed her lips lightly, briefly, her lips smooth against his own.

"I never finished your flying lesson..." he murmured.

Hermione grinned. "I don't want to break your broomstick..."

He shrugged. "It's made of strong stuff." He winked at her before claiming her mouth again. "But it can wait..."

"Good..." she whispered into his kiss.

"Yeah... I think so, but..."

"Shut up." She said suddenly, pulling his face forwards to hers.

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"Hermione, do you and Sirius want to come clubbing later?" Ginny asked casually over dinner, feeding Harry some of her beef stew. "We're going in London, thought it'd make a bit of a change. We only found the place today, but it's Muggle - it's so much more fun to cast spells on unsuspecting Muggles who have no idea about magic!"

"GINEVRA WEASLEY!" Hermione scolded. "Harry's been teaching you bad habits."

Ginny grinned. "It's what I've been teaching him that you need to watch out for... it was chains and everything last night!"

Hermione spluttered in her drink. Sirius roared with laughter. Harry remained silent.

"SO what do you say?" She asked, putting her arm around Harry's back. "It'll be fun. You can meet someone new..."

Sirius felt a wrenching in his gut. If Ginny knew, why oh why was she saying that? Jealously was a bitch.

"Sirius can meet a hot girl and shag her senseless in the backroom..." Ginny continued, "and Harry and I will behave filthily on the dance floor."

Sirius stared at the little redheaded girl. "I don't really want to shag anyone in the backroom..." he hissed.

Ginny smirked. "Well... you can perv on the underage teenagers then. Oh come on guys, it'll be fun..."

Hermione sighed. "Fine. But I don't know what to wear."

"No problem. Sirius can help you!" Ginny stated, smiling widely.

"ME?" Sirius blurted out. "I'm not a girl. I... I don't do dressing up!"

Ginny sighed. "She'll need a mans opinion silly! You don't have to watch her get changed!" She hopped off Harry's lap and walked towards the sink, "although you probably will.." she murmured as she passed.

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"I don't like it." Sirius said again. Strictly speaking, that wasn't true. He loved the small black skirt she was wearing, showing off her smooth toned legs. He loved the tight black top which covered her chest and hugged her breasts, showing off a small amount of cleavage. He just didn't like the idea of anyone else seeing her like this.

"Come on Sirius, it's a club, there'll be people dancing around in... in... in bikinis!"

"No there won't!" Sirius argued.

"What don't you like about it?" Hermione asked sweetly, running a hand over her thigh. Sirius groaned.

"ALRIGHT!" He hissed. "I like it. It looks amazing on you... but please wear something else! I don't think it's legal to walk around looking like that!"

Hermione smiled. "Help me do my hair will you?"

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They entered the loud club together, Sirius stood beside Hermione, desperately resisting the urge to grab her and hide her from the gaze of any male in the vicinity. His luck was out. The doorman was already eyeing her carefully. He put a protective arm around her and walked her to the bar.

"What do you want?" He said in her ear so she could hear him. Harry and Ginny had already headed to the dance floor.

"Lemonade, for now" Hermione said back to him. "I don't want to fall over."

Sirius grinned. He turned to the barman and ordered a whiskey and a lemonade. Well aware that the man was eyeing Hermione with lustful intentions he hoisted himself up to lean closer to the barman. "She's out of bounds!" He growled. "And out of your league!"

He gave Hermione the lemonade, moodily sipping his drink as he watched a man walk past and look at Hermione's leg. "Does nobody here know how to look at anything except you?" He growled angrily. Hermione smiled and rested her hand on his thigh.

"I'm more worried about the women looking at you..." she inclined her head to indicate the couple of slim women dressed in next to nothing. Sirius looked away in disgust.

"They're dressed like whore's." He hissed. "Do they honestly think I'd go after them?"

Hermione smiled. "They can hope..."

Sirius smirked. "You've got an admirer." He pointed to a rather large man with little hair and a long nose. He was watching Hermione with rapt interest. Sirius felt a surge of annoyance. Most of the men looking had merely cast a glance, a once over, but that guy was just staring at her. He slid an arm around her waist and moved to speak in her ear. "His wands not as big as mine."

Hermione giggled. "How would you know?" She whispered back to him. He smirked.

"Because I do..." he cast a careful look at the man. He was glad to see the annoyance on the fat blobs face. He whispered in her ear. "I'm off to the loo..." he muttered. "Watch your drink." He stood and left, headed for the toilets.

Hermione sat alone, sipping her lemonade, fully aware that the man who had watched her was now walking over and had placed his overlarge bottom on the chair beside her. The chair Sirius had just vacated. She ignored him, or tried her best. He however seemed to have other ideas.

"Name's Clint..." he shouted above the noise of the music. "I feel it's best I tell you now, so you have lots of time to remember it before you're screaming it later."

Hermione bit back the need to retch.

"I notice you're drinking lemonade," he nodded. "I like a sober woman me. Feel it's best she remember me."

Hermione turned to look at him. "Please leave. I'm not interested, and my boyfriend will be back soon."

Clint seemed to take this as a spur to continue. "That black-head? He's got nothing on me my lovely..." He reached out to stroke her arm. Hermione yanked it away.

"I'm not interested! How much have you drunk? No woman in their right mind - sober or pissed - would ever want to sleep with you!" She went to walk away, only to find a hard barrier in the way.

"Everything alright honey?" Sirius shouted, yet it sounded almost a whisper. She looked at Clint, shuddered, and let Sirius put his arm around her shoulder.

Sirius glared at the podgy man. "She said she's not interested!" He roared. His ears thundered with the annoying music. Clint looked Sirius over, then snorted and downed his whiskey in one.

"She's interested. Dressed up like that! She's here to get fucked you stupid bastard!"

Sirius wasn't quite sure when or how he let go of Hermione, but the next thing he knew he had grabbed the fat man by the shirt and slammed him with surprising strength into the bar.

"Talk about my girlfriend like that again and I swear it'll be the last thing you ever do!" He hissed angrily. "Now take your oversized arse the fuck out of my way and leave her be! If you so much as look at her again, you'll pay in more than money!"

He kicked the man savagely between the legs and walked over to Hermione, putting an arm around her shoulders and kissing her lightly on the lips. "You ok?"

She nodded, smiling. "Don't do anymore fighting though. The barman was trying to find the manager."

Sirius smirked. "I'll just kick him in the balls as well." He took her hand and walked her over to a secluded corner, well out of sight of the dancefloor. It was quieter here and he was able to talk at least in a half normal manner.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked seriously.

"No, I'm fine Sirius, honestly." She kissed his cheek. "He just creeped me out a bit."

"How so?" Sirius growled angrily.

"He said his name was Clint and that he'd tell me it now because I'd be screaming it later." She said bluntly.

"He said WHAT?" Sirius roared. "That bastard." He jumped to his feet, but Hermione grabbed his hand.

"Sirius, please sit down," she pleaded. "I don't want you to leave me alone for creepy guys to come and see me again, alright?"

He nodded slowly. "Alright..." he sat down and put an arm around her. His lips pressed lightly to her forehead as she ran her fingers lightly over his chest. He caught her hand as it moved over his buttons and smiled, holding it over his heart.

"That's nice..." she murmured, relaxing as she felt the steady pulsing under her palm.

"Mmmmm..." He moved his lips to her eyelids, to the bridge of her nose, to her mouth... she sighed into his mouth, smiling. His arm slid under her knees, the other around her back, and he pulled her onto his lap. Her hands moved to his shoulders as his tongue slid into her mouth, sliding his arms up to wrap around her back and entangle his hands in her hair. She moaned into him, her left hand burying itself in his hair, the other moving to rest on his muscled chest. Sirius moved his lips over hers, possessively kissing her, deepening the kiss so that they came up to gasp for air, before kissing heatedly again. He slid a hand down to her skirt, caressing her through the fabric and feeling her squirm delightedly. His rough hand moved under her skirt, stroking her warm skin. He felt her breath hitch as they kissed and smirked, moving his mouth to her neck. His hand was sliding towards her heated centre when Hermione jumped and pulled away. He went to pull her back, but stopped at the sight of the redheaded girl at Hermiones shoulder.

"SHIT!" He swore loudly.

Ginny merely smiled. "Harry's getting drinks. You're lucky. I don't think he'd like to think what the two of you might get up to..." she smirked. "I don't see why you're being so secretive about it. Everyone with half a brain - mainly myself and Remus and Tonks - knows somethings going on!"

Sirius shifted uncomfortably. Hermione moved off him and he leant forwards to hide his large arousal from view. He remained quiet as Hermione spoke to Ginny.

"It's not that, we just... Ron might... well he could react to it badly..."

Ginny snorted in a very unladylike manner. "Ron's with Luna Hermione, if hes such a sore loser he shouldn't have dumped you!"

"But he dumped me because he thought Sirius and I were..."

Ginny interrupted. "Listen Hermione, you and Sirius are much, much cuter than you and Ron. At least Sirius doesn't grope you like an animal."

Sirius smirked to himself, but looked away. So Ron pawed her like an animal? Why was he not surprised?

"Harry's coming back." Sirius stated, seeing his Godson walking towards them with drinks in his hands.

"Hey," Harry grinned. "There's a guy at the bar. The ambulance are with him. Looks like he's been kicked pretty hard in the nuts." He walked over to Ginny and kissed her ear, murmuring something to her. Ginny giggled. The two of them hurriedly drank and rushed back to the dancefloor. Sirius rolled his eyes and looked at Hermione. "Well, at least that perverts got something to remember me by..."

Hermione smiled and slid next to him, putting her head on his shoulder. "I don't suppose theres any likelihood of him having children is there?"

"I doubt he'd be able to get himself up Mione, and even if he managed it, I doubt there's a woman stupid enough to fall into bed with him..."

Hermione smiled and kissed his shoulder lightly.

"Stop that," Sirius hissed.

"Why?" Hermione grinned devilishly.

"You know damn well why..." He said in her ear huskily.

Hermione slid her hand over his leg. "You don't mean..."

"Yes.." he gasped. "And I'm sure if I were to touch you, you too would be aroused..."

She blushed a deep red. Sirius grinned and wrapped his arm around her. "Come on. Let's go do some dancing... bear in mind I haven't danced in twenty years and that I couldn't dance before..."

Hermione stood up and smiled winningly. "I'll teach you." She grabbed his hand and pulled him off towards the crowd of dancing people. Sirius frowned as, for the first time, he listened to the music.

"What is this crap?" He shouted.

"I don't know!" Hermione yelled back. "I never really spent much time at clubs."

"I can see why!" Sirius replied, remembering Clint with a twinge of anger. Hermione pulled herself close to him and put her hands around his neck. Sirius awkwardly placed his hands on her waist.

"Technically, we're meant to move..." Hermione laughed.

Sirius merely shrugged. "You can. I can't actually cope with moving." He leant forwards and put his lips next to her ears. "Especially when I don't really need to..." he sucked her earlobe gently, then pulled back, smiling. Hermione met his eyes, then blushed, burying her face in his neck and pressing herself more closely to him. Slowly, they began to move, swaying slowly, despite the loud pounding beat in their ears.

"Can you pick the song?" Sirius asked her, above the thundering music.

"I think so, if you go and find the DJ," Hermione looked around. "I need the loo. I'll see you in a minute."

She disappeared into the crowd. Sirius followed her head until he saw it enter the ladies toilets, then headed over to the DJ. There were several people waiting, but Sirius managed to emerge at the front of the group with ease. The DJ, a tall brown haired man with an unnecessary amount of jewellery - fake chains and rings - nodded at Sirius.

"Wassup bruva!"

Sirius frowned. "Can I see your music?" He asked loudly.

"Sure thing bruv. Here..." He tossed Sirius a book. "That be my tunes. Tell me what I can do for you."

Sirius scanned down the list intentionally, looking for H on the artist list. Why couldn't muggles just be simple and have wands? He found the song he was looking for and smiled. "This one here. Just give me five minutes then play it, alright?"

The DJ nodded. "Sure ma homie!" He did a peculiar wrist movement and made a noise that sounded like 'brap' before turning back to his equipment. Sirius looked away, absolutely befuddled.

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Hermione was at the edge of the dancefloor when he found her. He snuck behind her and put his arms around her waist, smiling as she jumped, then kissing her neck lightly. "It's just me." He murmured.

She relaxed. "Sirius... never do that again.. you scared me..."

Sirius smiled. "I'm sorry." He kissed her cheek. "Can I make it up to you? How about a dance?"

Hermione smirked. "A dance? Or a sway?"

He shrugged. "Either works for me. Just don't press too hard, I'm fragile..." he grinned and put a hand on her waist. "Come on..."

Just as they reached an area that was not completely crowded, the song ended and another, slower one, began. Hermione frowned. "I recognise this..."

Sirius smirked, but said nothing, turning her around to face him and swaying her gently.

"Oh..." she let out a girly shriek. "Sirius it's Hoobastank!"

He couldn't resist a grin. "I know." He said softly. He was surprised she could hear him. She hugged him, smiling.

"Did you do this?" She asked.

Sirius put a hand on his chest, faking hurt. "Must you always assume the worst?"

Hermione smiled. "When it's you... yes..."

Sirius shrugged. "Alright. So maybe I did. I can't help it. I'm a helpless romantic!" He grinned and leant to kiss her. His lips met hers softly, just as the chorus boomed around them. Hermione kissed back, then pulled away to rest her head on his shoulder, singing along.

"I've found a reason to show..." she sang softly, "a side of me you didn't know... A reason for all that I do..."

"And the reason is you..." Sirius said in her ear. She squeezed him tight. He could only smile and kiss her head lightly. He stopped at the sight of Ginny and Harry, merely resting his head on hers and smiling at them.

"I can't believe they'd play this bag-of-wank here," Harry grinned.

Sirius scowled. "I like this song!" He argued.

Harry smiled. "Well... we'll let you finish this song, then we're going..."

Nodding, Sirius said. "Sure." He watched as Harry pulled Ginny into a tight embrace, smiling. Sirius himself sighed, wishing that he could do that so freely in front of Harry with Hermione. The song ended, and he looked at Hermione, who was smiling up at him. "Thank you." She mouthed, and kissed his cheek.

He took her hand and kissed it lightly, his mouth cracking into a smile as her eyes darkened. He dropped her hand and tapped on Ginny's shoulder. The couple pulled apart and the four of them left the club. Sirius was amused to see that Harry was slightly unsteady on his feet at this point, and had to grab his Godson in order to stop him falling into the doorman. They apparated back to Grimmauld Place, with Harry laughing as they landed unsteadily on the footsteps. Ginny immediately took Harry up the stairs. Sirius and Hermione entered the kitchen to make themselves and Ginny a drink. Hermione linked her fingers with his as he flicked his wand at the kettle.

"Thank you for tonight Sirius," she murmured. Her voice seemed croaky. He supposed it was from shouting above the music.

"For what?"

"Kicking that pervert for me, dancing with me, playing Hoobastank for me..." she smiled. "It was really sweet of you."

Sirius shifted nervously. "It's... fine..." he frowned. It wasn't that big a deal was it?

She kissed his lips chastely. "I'm going to sit in the living room." She said quietly. "I'll see you there."

He nodded and watched her leave the room, smiling as he watched her hips sway. She was something else. Just as he poured the drinks, the door opened and Ginny walked in.

"Hermione's in the living room," Sirius told her, handing her a drink.

"I know... I just wanted to talk to you..." She sat down at the table. "Ron's my brother you know."

"I may be a little behind, but it hadn't escaped my notice." He drawled.

"Well, I know as well as anyone that they were always going to be a dodgy couple... but just... don't rub Hermione in his face alright? I know he's with Luna, but things take time..."

Sirius nodded. "I know. Just make sure you have this conversation with Luna."

Ginny smiled. "Of course. Now be nice to her. I'm off to bed." She stood and left. Sirius frowned. It wasn't much of a conversation really...

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Hermione smiled as he entered and patted the seat beside her. "Ginny said she was going to bed..." she yawned.

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, she told me..."

Hermione moved to cuddle up to him, seating herself on her curled legs and putting her head against his chest. "You smell good..." she murmured, closing her eyes.

Sirius smiled. "You do too." He sniffed her hair. "What is that shampoo you use?"

Grinning, Hermione lay her head on his lap, stroking his cheek. "It's one I made. It sorts my hair out. Stops me looking like I've been dragged through a bush backwards..."

Sirius stroked her hair. "Mmm... you never did..." He inhaled deeply. "What scent is it?"

"Strawberry... well this batch is... I made a wildflower one before, but it was sort of sickly."

He smiled. "Well... this one does smell good..." he took her hand and played with it. "You know, I had fun tonight... even if that bastard was a total pervert and I couldn't hear properly." He stroked her cheek. "I like being in public with you..." he murmured.

"Ditto.." Hermione whispered.

Playfully, he ran a finger under her arm. She squealed and squirmed. He grinned, pulling her upwards and capturing her lips. He cupped her head in his hands and continued to kiss her with a gentle ease. "Just promise me one thing..." he murmured against her lips.

"What?" she murmured back.

"Don't tell Mrs Weasley. I'm rather fond of my penis, especially now I have you to look after it for me..." he grinned devilishly.

Hermione blushed as the handsome marauder ran his hand down her top, stopping at her stomach where her shirt had hiked up slightly. "I'm sure she wouldn't cut it off..."

"On the contrary Miss Granger, I am quite sure that she would cut it off..." he smirked. "But I suppose that in the event of her cutting it off... I should really stock up on memories of its use..."

She giggled. "Don't be naughty!"

He winked. "But I like naughtiness..." he licked his way from her neck to her ear lightly. "And someday I hope you will too..." he nipped at her neck, then pulled back. "Shall we go upstairs..?" he said softly.

She shook her head. "No. Here. Now.." she kissed him with depth.

"Greedy bitch..." he murmured. He lifted her so he could stand, then lay her on the sofa and slid over her, kissing various parts of her body as he removed her clothing until she remained in only her underwear. He ran his tongue languidly from ankle to thigh, then moved over her crux to her stomach, flicking at her bellybutton. He kissed everywhere he could reach, except for her hot centre, and then moved to her mouth. She groaned with impatience, but kissed him back. She rolled him over onto his back so that he was almost off the sofa. He gave a small grunt and moved further onto the soft leather seats watching her as she slowly began to undo his blue shirt. "Hermione..." he growled.

"Patience..." she murmured, sliding the fabric from his chest and revealing his muscled abdomen and pectorals. "Patience is a..."

"It's a virtue!" He hissed. "I know! But I am not virtuous Hermione!" He fiercely pulled her mouth down, claiming it as he kissed her with ferocious passion. She mewed and pulled back.

"No.." she murmured. "Let me take charge..."

Her tone sent chills down his spine. The dominance of her voice made his already uncomfortable trousers stretch painfull. He gasped. "Hermione," he growled. "Get me the fuck out of these jeans!"

She smirked and ran her hand down to the zipper, which seemed to jut outwards from the size of his arousal. Slowly, torturously slowly, she undid them, sliding them down his hips with his boxers to reveal his large throbbing erection. "My my Mister Black, how long has this been growing?"

He grunted. "Since you sat in my lap..." he told her, eyes glinting. "Do you plan on looking at it all day, or would you rather I took control..?"

"No... I'll do it... in time..." she smiled and ran a hand over his chest, down to his crotch, placing her hands on either one of his thighs. He pushed at her, growling.

"Time better come quick," he hissed, "or you'll be on your back with a very long finger pumping you!" He was pleased to see the arousal on her face, the biting of her lip as he felt her centre pulse as she sat on his knees.

"Sirius..." she murmured, "what do you want?"

"Touch me." He said softly, his eyes glinting.

"How?"

"However you want..." he gasped.

She hesitated, then leant forwards, licking at the tip of his member experimentally. "SHIT..." He hissed, putting his hands on the back of her head. She opened her mouth and slid over his tip nervously, running her tongue slowly over him.

"Mione.." he gasped. "Oh fuck... yes..."

"Am I doing it right?" She asked softly.

He groaned. "Yes..." gently as he could, he pushed her mouth further down on him, letting her take him as deep as possible, before pulling her back up, pushing her down again... She seemed to understand what he wanted and began to move of her own accord, her hands going to the bottom of his shaft and rubbing lightly along it. Sirius half closed his eyes in pleasure. Where had she learnt this? He throbbed at her touch, feeling himself jerk in her mouth. "Merlin..." he gasped.

She pulled back to look at him. "My name's Hermione, Remus..."

Sirius gasped and stared at her as she grinned and resumed her ministrations. He didn't have time to question her. She was running her tongue from base to head of him, and he could hardly think straight.

"Fuck..." he hissed. He pushed his hips up to meet her mouth as she covered him again. After several minutes, he felt himself reaching his climax and grunted, massaging the back of her head. "Hermione... I'm going to come..." he hissed shallowly. "You may wish to get off.."

He could almost feel her smirk against him. "I'm not the one getting off..." she murmured. And with that she took him as deep as possible. He lost all control and felt himself releasing, his pleasure making him dizzy as he felt her throat tighten as she swallowed every drop, licking him clean. He pulled out of her mouth and pulled her up to look at him.

"You've never done that before?" He asked, still breathing heavily from his orgasm.

She shook her head. "No."

He groaned. "You're perfect.." he whispered and kissed her neck. "You didn't have to do that..."

She moaned softly. "I liked it."

Sirius was so aroused. Most women he had been with had only reluctantly given head, as a reward for his own arousing treatment of them.. he hadn't even stroked her yet... "You're amazing..." he murmured. "Amazing..." he flipped her over, kissing her jawline. "It's your turn now.." he winked, a wicked glint in those dark, lustful eyes.

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A part of him wished they could go further. A part of him wished he could feel her around him, her legs around his back, her heavy breathing in his ear. The other part of him was content to lie with his head on her chest and listen to her heart pound against her ribcage. Her hand was held in his, and she could feel his heart beating. Sirius was certain they were beating simultaneously. He sighed and kissed her soft skin lightly.

"Hermione..." he murmured.

"Yes..."

"Is it too soon to say I...?" he gulped, "is it too sudden for me to say...?" He trailed off

"Say what?" Hermione asked softly. She slid down to meet his eyes.

How could he tell her? Was it too sudden? Well, honestly, he had never felt anything like this before... surely everyone liked to be told they were loved, even if the feeling wasn't mutual. He had never told a girl -other than Lily, who hardly counted- that he loved them before. It was alien to him. How was he supposed to explain the elation rising within his chest at the mere sight of her, the relief and delight that swept through him at the brush of her hand, the way her laugh could touch his soul like nothing else...

"I've never..." he gulped again. "I want..." he sighed and put his head back. "It doesn't matter..." he said softly.

Hermione frowned and kissed his cheek, not pressing him, but wondering vaguely if he had meant to say what she thought... His arm wrapped around her and pulled her to him. Her closeness gave him the courage to continue. "The thing is..." he said softly, "I've never really had a girlfriend before, so I don't know exactly what's going on right now.." he sighed. "I've never spent longer than a few days with one girl. I've never gotten to know someone and spent all of my time with them... so really you're my first girlfriend and... well... I don't know if it's just a crush or whatever but... I haven't felt this way before and I..." he gulped. "I think I..."

She kissed his neck lightly. "You can tell me..." she whispered.

He nodded. "I think I'm falling in love with you..." he said softly. He saw the look of shock on her face and instantly tried to recover himself. "But it doesn't mean you have to say it back!" He said hurriedly. "I just learnt that honesty is the best policy and... well... I might be wrong, like I say I've never done this kind of thing before and..." he stopped as she raised a finger to his lips.

"Shush..." she said quietly. "It's fine. And I might be wrong... but I think I am as well..."

Sirius stared blankly. "You.. you are?"

She nodded. "I think so... I think I have been for a long time..."

He opened his mouth but no sound came out. Instead he tilted her head to look at him. Their eyes met with an understanding, his gray eyes meeting her own honey coloured ones. Something in their depths told Sirius that she spoke with nothing but sincerity. He tilted his head to meet hers, kissing her softly on those perfect full lips, his hand running through that silky hair, over the soft skin of her neck, feeling her soft moist tongue against his own. He sighed and pulled back.

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She met his eyes, losing herself in their gray depths as he smiled at her. It wasn't rogueish or wolfish, there was no mischeivous glint in his eyes, just a depth of emotion which made her head spin. He was looking at her in a way which made her forget their surroundings, forget Ron, forget any misgivings she might have had about him and their relationship. For the first time ever, she felt that a book could never capture exactly what was happening to her insides, exactly what the sweet sensation in her stomach was, or how the soft touch of his hand on her cheek was electrified a hundred fold.

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