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Finite Incantatem
Bon Jovi - You Give Love A Bad Name
Sirius Black was so fucking hot, he made her knickers wet.
Like, she'd known he was hot but she'd never really thought about it- she'd known but she hadn't really Known.
It was the difference between being hot and Fucking Hot. And that's what Sirius was when he was on stage.
The way his fingers moved. The shapes his lips formed when he sang back-up. The way he held the guitar in his hands...
It was sensual and sexual and all sex-themed words combined.
The fact was undeniable: Sirius Black was Fucking HotTM.
And he was hers.
He was much more than a rock star, but she couldn't deny that she enjoyed this part of him. Online videos were shite compared to the real thing. Sirius performing live was something else entirely and she had a feeling he knew because every so often, he would look up at their box and smile. It made him look sexy and naughty and hence the wetness.
... She may have been a tad horny.
That, however, had been irrelevant. Because the bass and drums mixed over her. Beating against her chest, in contrast to her pounding heart. James' voice echoed in her head as Sirius' lyrics forced her to dance and sing. His solos... they were unexplainable.
Music was moving. It brought you to life and to the edge of sorrow and she finally got it. She saw his passion first-hand and felt it loud and clear. A part of her had been jealous. But then he'd look in her direction and, though it may have been a ridiculous fancy on her part, she had a feeling that he was playing only for her.
By the time they were done, a fierce pride burned through her. Bellied only by her need for him.
To her left, Lily stood and made her way towards a minibar. The redhead reached for a bottled water as Luna sat, watching the stage where only Peter Pettigrew and Sirius remained.
Hermione shifted in her seat, anxious to have Sirius near. She just wanted to leave now. She'd seen him on stage, now she wanted to see him between her thighs.
Or on his back. As he tugged on her hair. Moaning her name like a prayer.
Hermione sighed. Slowly and deeply as the ache in her tummy intensified. Dark eyes following his path as he moved away from centre stage, towards the back. The second he was out of sight, the door opened and in walked James Potter.
The front singer walked to the waiting redhead, water in hand. He opened the bottled water and drank deeply from it, eyes trained on Lily who in turn, watched him back.
Eye fucking was definitely a thing.
And in that moment, she realized two things: Lily Evans didn't really hate James Potter. And two, the bastard didn't deserve her.
It was in the way she smiled at him, no matter how small and shy it was. It was in his cocky grin- a look that said, of course she fancied him.
Frankly, it both irritated and intrigued her. So while she faced away from the pair, she kept giving them side-eyes. Her nosy arse focused on the way they quietly spoke and in their stances- of which, coincidentally, Lily's hinted at an openness that James Potter didn't. Hermione didn't want to judge, but she seriously couldn't see them working out in the long run.
She could barely see them working now. The way she'd witnessed them fight and then fuck- the whole thing screamed of an unhealthy relationship.
Whatever. It wasn't any of her business and she didn't really care.
Still, as it is with all horrific scenes, she couldn't look away.
She was such a judgemental piece of shit. Really, there was no difference between her and Umbitch.
Luna moved then and Hermione turned to the now walking blonde, as she made her way towards the pair. Or the refreshments table next to them, as it were.
A pale hand with red painted nails reached for an energy drink and bottled water. Long blonde hair swinging as she turned towards the door expectantly and as if summoned, in stormed Sirius and Peter Pettigrew. The pair walked to her and each took their drink: Sirius the water and Peter the unhealthy green one.
She didn't stand to greet him, nor did she call out to him. Really, all she could do was stare. The way his face was flushed, the brightness in his eyes, the sheer joy he radiated- he was so goddamn beautiful it hurt.
Hermione sighed as his eyes traced over her, as a soft smile grazed his lips. He may have been talking to Peter and Luna, in a room full of people, but in those few seconds it'd just been him and her.
A few more words were spoken and after a clear dismissal, Sirius walked over to her.
'How'd you like the show?'
'It was beautiful,' she admitted. 'I loved watching you play.'
His smile at that- damn.
'Yeah?'
'Yeah,' she breathed out, laughing. 'You got skills my dude... maybe you should look into playing for a living.'
The Marauder grinned, his smiles all teeth as the twinkle in his eyes changed into something more mischievous.
'Really? You think I got what it takes?'
She nodded, taking his water from him and having a sip. 'Absolutely. You're loads better than the guy across the street. And he has a few thousand followers online.'
'Wow.'
'I know.'
'You really think I'm as good as him?'
'Absolutely,' she gestured with an airy hand. 'As a person with mediocre knowledge on all things rock music, I can definitely say, with eighty-three percent accuracy, that you are just as good a guitar player as the guy across the street.'
'Eighty-three percent...' he nodded slowly. 'Good round number that. Ta.'
'You are quite welcome,' she grinned. 'Though I do recommend further practice to raise that number up.'
'Maybe later,' he laughed, an arm moving round her and pulling her in. His voice dropping to a quiet murmur as he did. 'Right now I'd rather focus on you.'
And holy fuck did he.
He was hard.
And coincidentally, she was wet.
Something DEFINITELY needed to be done about that.
But at the moment it didn't matter because he started kissing her again.
His lips moulded to hers perfectly, his tongue soft and sweet. And when she pulled him closer, teasing his tongue with her own, he sighed.
It was a slow caress. A gentle push and pull that made her toes curl and her knickers drip.
His hands were soft, strong and sure as the moved from her waist to her neck. His thumbs over her pulse, making it race.
Then there was clapping.
And someone wolf-whistled.
Which was fair enough and completely justified because fuck could that boy kiss.
Still, though.
Awkward. A. F.
Sirius chuckled and with one last kiss, he pulled her into his neck, hiding her from view.
She couldn't see properly. His hair was in the way, but she saw just enough to see Lily, Luna and the other three Marauders watching them.
James Potter was smirking, clapping slowly. Remus Lupin whistled again as Peter Pettigrew shouted at them to get a room. Besides James, Lily demanded an encore and Luna just flipped through her phone.
She'd always assumed that big name celebrities rode in limousines, at fairly regular occasions.
Turns out, she was wrong.
They rode big, black cars with tinted windows.
Which made sense and all and fair play to them, but it shattered many of her childhood fantasies.
The fact had been a bit, aww but also, duh because oF COURSE they wouldn't be in limos all the damn time.
A part of her childhood had died then.
On the other hand, Sirius was a walking, talking rock star cliché.
He had a gorgeous home.
A renovated thing, in a very posh district, which screamed of old money and the aristocracy.
He had expensive furnishings and antiques scattered throughout.
And he didn't give a single, flying fuck about any of it.
His dining table looked antique and on it, people had scratched their names. Many of whom were notable names, all of which pissed her off.
Stains littered an old rug and a fancy, Chinese vase had been put back together with scotch tape. Someone had Sharpied an arrow pointing to the crack. The words, oops and my bad graffitied on it.
It'd pissed her off.
The total lack of respect for these beautiful things, which had been around longer than these famous ingrates... no class. No couth. No God damned manners.
Fuck them all. And fuck Sirius for allowing any of it.
Each room was decorated with ruined antiques. She'd held her tongue though. Simmering and boiling, she kept her silence. Determined to not be that rude bitch that judged people in their own home.
But then he'd guided her to his bedroom and it'd all stopped being important.
His bed was soft.
His touches tender.
He'd tried to stop, but she'd refused. Pleaded with her lips and hands. Touching him, urging him to give in. Willing him to give in and give her what they both wanted.
It didn't hurt as much as she'd expected.
Just a sharp pain, a sense of fullness and even then, that faded quickly.
It'd... she liked sex.
It was glorious.
The push and pull of him moving inside of her, his moans and hungry lips... the pulsing burn that he'd carefully nurtured... lighting her up from the inside out until all she could do was gasp and feel. She'd been drowning, lost in her body's urgency and need, far too focused on the way he moved that nothing else mattered.
He sought her lips, tasting her moans as he pushed her to that glowing edge over and over again.
Tender. Patient. Intimate. Glorious.
It'd definitely been worth the wait.
She fell asleep with his arms around her. His lips trailing a lazy path across her shoulder.
Her vag was sore but that was okay.
Sirius had kissed it better and then it'd really been okay.
Also, her thighs were sore. They hadn't been used to being spread like that, nor had they ever been used to ride anyone so yeah... she was sore in places that she would not have expected. Sex was fun.
No. Scratch that.
Sex with Sirius was fun.
She had no frame of reference, other than him, but she knew it to be true nonetheless.
In one night they'd had sex three times.
First he'd been gentle. Then he'd been a teacher. Then he'd made her laugh as he rocked into her- which had been weird but also nice. Comfortable. Because why shouldn't you laugh during sex with your partner?
There had been no discomfort on awkwardness. Quite honestly, it had all felt completely natural and there had been no regret on her part.
Out of the many things she regretted, sleeping with him- losing her virginity, to him, would never be one of them.
After a few short and blissful hours, they'd left his flat and headed back towards the stadium.
It was concert night.
The first time in years that the Marauders would play.
The hours sped by. No sooner had they reached the stadium, that he'd been whisked away for last minute preparations. He came back every so often, he'd kiss her and hold her and they'd talk for a bit but he was always called away.
He'd gotten her phone back too. Apparently, the big bloke who'd picked up his bike had also picked up her phone. Her parents had been adamant that she call them. She'd been fiddling with it, but still hadn't turned it on.
Yes she was putting their whole argument off but she didn't care. She was determined to not ruin this day.
Sirius didn't say as much, but he was nervous. Anxious. Fidgety and on edge.
She gave him head to make him feel better.
Coincidentally, quickies were fun.
The chance of them getting caught had been a rush and nEVEr in a million years would she have suspected that she had exhibitionist tendencies but there you are. It was a bit scary because Omg NO! Bad!Hermione. But also, ohmygod... n O... Bad... Hermione.
Punctuation was key.
Regardless of the fact, it was safe to say that sex had brought out parts of her that she'd never suspected she had.
'Mr Black?' called Dude as he rapped on the door, disturbing her thoughts. 'It's time.'
Hermione eyed the clock, and so it was.
The Marauder turned to her and she nearly swooned at the sight of him.
Clad in jeans and boots, shirtless, long hair framing his stubbly face, tattoos out in full force, concentration smouldering his features... her tongue rolling out of her mouth was not out of the question.
Was there time for another quickie?
'Oi', he said. Grey eyes glinting as the corner of his mouth lifted. 'Stop objectifying me.'
Hermione smiled.
'I wouldn't dare,' she said as innocently as she could. Her vision zeroing on his crotch. 'You are important and special to me.'
'My dick appreciates the sentiment.'
'As he should.'
Sirius ran his hands through his hair. Seeing through her as his focus shifted. She knew what it was and why he was doing it but still, it was confusing.
It didn't make sense to her, but she saw the truth of it in his eyes- he had stage fright.
She should've left it alone, feelings not being her thing and all. Normally, she would have too, but as his girlfriend, she had certain rights. Or so movies and sitcoms said.
The brunette didn't know how to phrase her question though. Are you scared? sounded so... cold. And confrontational. Almost mocking.
Don't be scared was stupid as all shit and she automatically dismissed it.
She sure as hell wouldn't have been able to go up there and play an instrument as lyrics baring his soul, blared out of loudspeakers. Hell, she was scared of answering her mobile when people called her.
But she needed to say something though. In the end, she went with as little said as possible. He knew her. He would know what she meant.
'After all this time?
'Always.'
He reached out to her and when her hand closed around his, he pulled her up. His arms circling around her.
'It'll pass the minute I'm up there but the few leading up to them are nerve wracking.'
She didn't know what to say to that so she kissed him instead.
There'd been a press thing before the actual concert.
It'd...
They'd...
It'd been fine before that but then...
Rita Skeeter-Lockhart.
That bitch had spotted her and suddenly, hundreds of cameras had shifted to her and Sirius had laughed while the other Marauders smiled at their mate's obvious joy.
They'd shouted her name.
Taken her picture.
And she remembered the headlines. The paparazzi and her mum's endless commentary.
She'd panicked and she went back to his dressing room and then he was there, trying to calm her as his words echoed in and out of her head but not really managing to make sense.
He'd come in smiling but after several minutes, he'd grown worried.
'Hermione? You alright?'
She was. Of course she was.
Her hair was a mess and she had marks on her neck and her arse was big and she had no breasts and she dressed shitty but she. Was. Fine.
Rita had been the most vicious out of all her critics. Hermione had suspected that there may have been a thing between the fake blonde and Sirius at one point but she hadn't managed to ask him yet on account of her having forgotten about that bitch of a reporter/blogger.
Hermione laughed and she inwardly cringed at the manic tone to it.
He'd said comforting things. Words. But they hadn't been important.
They still weren't. It was, the after.
'C'mon babe,' he'd said. All smiles, hand stretched out like he'd done before, waiting to pull her in. 'Let's have our picture taken yeah?'
She should've explained.
He should've read her better.
Things would have worked out differently then.
Instead, she froze and he misread.
Sirius frowned when she didn't reach out. His hand lingered in the empty space between them and all she could do was stare at it. Panic overwhelming her self-preservation, demanding that she run the hell away.
Away from the cameras. Back to Godric's Hollow. Back home and away from the shit storm that was sure to follow.
It had before after all, it would again.
Except, this time it would be worse.
She was his first ex-wife. There'd been several after her.
SIRIUS BLACK REUNITES WITH FIRST WIFE.
DESPERATE GRANGER WAITED FOR SIRIUS BLACK TO RETURN.
Worse.
She could still hear the reporters shouting for them. For her.
Rita's shrill voice still managed to cut above them all.
'Hermione! How does it feel knowing you were easily replaced? Did you beg him back? Do you have no shame?!'
She'd shaken her head then, agreeing that clearly she didn't.
Sirius, hadn't heard the bitch though. He'd assumed something else entirely. Misinterpreted.
'What's wrong love?' he asked, smiling that smile didn't reach his eyes. 'Not embarrassed of taking a picture with me are you?'
She didn't answer. Her tongue had frozen to the roof of her mouth. Body, paralyzed. Mind reeling with headlines that she knew her mum would quote for the rest of her life as her dad remarked on how this would affect their business.
'Hermione?'
She'd just... frozen.
Sirius reached out for her and she. Fucking. Flinched.
The Marauder reeled back as if struck. Burned. The look in his eyes as he did- Jesus fuck she would never be able to get over the pain they conveyed.
And she'd put it there.
'So...' he looked around his dressing room. Looking at everything but her. Running his hands through his hair, shifting on his feet. 'You'll...'
He reached for the nearest thing, a plain white t-shirt and held it. His white knuckled fist, wrinkling the undoubtedly expensive fabric.
'Let me get this straight,' he murmured. Tone cold. Harsh. Pained. 'You'll... let me inside you... but you won't be seen with me?'
Her mind screamed. It fought and argued with his every word. But still, she couldn't move.
Rita was still shouting questions at her. The reporters were down the hall and she could still hear them. They were that loud.
Hermione blinked, willing him to understand. Even as she said nothing. Because he could do that. He was able to read her like no one else ever had.
Sirius turned and reached out with an angry hand, throwing various grooming products to the floor. His reflection an ugly thing.
Dark eyes moved over her. Chest heaving, he turned to look at her.
Not at her reflected image, but at her. Through her. Like she was nothing. Like he didn't know her.
'I'm tired of this shit Hermione. You say you've made up your mind but you haven't yet, have you? You say you'll give us a chance but you still can't commit. I chase after you and... for fuck's sake I've begged you to give us a chance! And still you...'
The Marauder kicked over a bin, its contents rattling, rolling and scattering to the floor. A used condom, full of his semen, stuck to a paper towel. Stuck because of her.
He was looking at her, waiting for an answer that was screaming to get out but which was firmly lodged in her windpipe, making it harder to breathe.
'I can't do this anymore Hermione. Believe it or not, I do have some pride and it's taken too many hits lately. All because of you. I'm done with this maybe, maybe not shite. You need to decide what you want. I'm done trying to convince you. It's on you.' Sirius pulled on the shirt between his fingers, stretching it over his head, rolling it down his body. 'Pick.'
And then he was gone.
She sat there for a good while. Struggling to think.
Long after Rita grew quiet. Well after the music began to play.
Eventually, she stood up and did the one thing she did best.
She ran.
A/N: I have no excuse for the lateness of this update. Just... writing is hard. Thank you all for reading and please review.