After George had left, the time was nearing 11:15 pm. Hermione had laid down, thinking that perhaps she would just stay in her flat for the night. As she had attempted to go to sleep, she couldn't stop her mind from running. She felt restless, like she needed to be doing something, anything else than nodding off. She knew that she was exhausted physically and mentally, but her mind wouldn't submit to sleep. Tonight, things hadn't ended right. Things weren't resolved, and this bugged Hermione to no end. Naturally, she knew that she couldn't fix all of her problems tonight, but she could try and fix at least one.

She needed to see him.

Coming to this conclusion, she slipped on a large jumper over her sleep shirt; an old jersey that she may, or may not, have taken from Viktor. It was a red and black Bulgaria quidditch jersey, with the name 'KRUM' printed in white on the back in large letters. She slid on a pair of flannel shorts and some slippers and quickly stepped into the floo.

Bollocks, it's not like I'm going to a bloody Ministry ball. Who cares how I look?

Hermione stepped out into the extravagant Rosier manor and noticed that it was quite empty at the moment. Everyone must be in their rooms... Probably sleeping. Just like I should be doing... Perhaps I should just go back home and deal with it later; I don't want to impose on anyone. All at once, Hermione was brought out of her thoughts as a small house elf popped right in front of her.

"How can I helps you, Missy Hermione?"

Hermione gave the elf a broad smile and crouched down so that she was on the same level as the little creature. "Can you please show me which room is Master Evan's?"

The house elf nodded, it's ears flopping back and forth. The elf grabbed her hand and began to lead her throughout the large manor. Looking at the elf, Hermione had a sense of compassion when she saw how happy the small elf was. Hermione knew now that some house elves liked to serve under a specific family name, so she had quickly given up the notion that she could free all of the house elves once she saw how her S.P.E.W. campaign had gone.

Finally, they both stopped in front of a large set of double doors.

"Here yous go. Is that all, Missy Hermione?"

"Yes, that will be all, thank you." The elf disappeared with a pop, and Hermione turned back around and slowly took hold of one of the door handles. She began to open it and peeked through the small crack. The view that she saw brought a small smile to her face.

Evan was laying on a small dark green couch that was located in front of a fire that was burning on old logs. His legs were hanging off of the end of the couch, as they were so much longer than the quaint loveseat. She quietly closed the door and walked over to his still form. His eyes were closed, and she crept a little closer. She decided to call out his name first, just in case she startled him.

"Evan?" She spoke softly.

His blue eyes slowly blinked open, and he quickly sat up on the couch. Once he saw that it was her, Evan relaxed a little but was still sitting up in attention.

"What are you doing here? Do you need something?"

Hermione looked sheepishly at him and replied. "No, I don't particularly need anything… I just wanted to thank you for letting everyone stay here. I know you didn't have to agree with what I said, but you helped me out immensely by doing this."

Hermione found herself shuffling her slippered feet over to sit next to him on the couch, and she turned her body to face him.

"Evan?" She asked him again with a small, unsure voice.

He looked at her with curiosity. "Yes?"

"Can I hug you?"

His eyes opened wide when she asked him this, and he nodded foolishly like he was on autopilot. Suddenly, he felt her soft body pressed against his.

"Evan, why did you do it? Become a Death Eater." Hermione whispered into his neck, nervous about asking, afraid that she was pushing his boundaries. She felt him stiffen and immediately went to take back what she had said.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want. Not yet, at least. But, it is something that I would like to know, between all four of you. You, Antonin, Rabastan, and Regulus… As much as I have forgiven you all, I just… I need to know why."

Evan seemed hesitant to reply but decided that now would be the best time to tell her. "I didn't want to become one. I never really did. But, my father… He grew up with the Dark Lord. He was one of the very select few who were closest to him. Growing up, he was there, Tom Riddle. Even if he wasn't there in person, he was always talked about. He was actually my Godfather… The same goes for Lucius as well. His father, Abraxas, was also quite close with Tom… Dolohov was there as well… I was never close to him though, so I've never talked about his time with the Dark Lord. Anyway, it is no secret that while I was growing up and while I was at Hogwarts, my allegiances were skewed towards the dark side. It didn't bother me… I was okay with it, you know? I grew up knowing that I would become a Death Eater, just as my father was. There really was no other option. If I left the country, my father or my mother would have been tortured and killed. Looking back, I don't think now that I would have cared much about my father. But my mother… She didn't deserve to die. Not that way, at least."

"What was she like?"

"She was… Well, it's hard to say. She was very sick as I was growing up. When I was born, she was having a lot of difficulties. She was constantly contracting fevers, and she could barely walk. The worst was her magic; It became weak. Of course, there are usually fluctuations in women's magic while they are pregnant, but she was practically a squib. The birth was rough for my mother as well. It was like her body could not sustain my magic; it was as if I was stealing all of her magic. Anyway, after I was born, she was still just as ill as before. We had hoped that she would regain her strength and especially all of her magic, but not much seemed to have changed. I was practically raised by the house elves, and my father would only pay attention to me if the Dark Lord were around. I remember sneaking off into my mother's quarters; I would lay next to her sometimes, and she would just hum to me. That's all that she was strong enough to do. For a while, she seemed to be doing better, probably around my second year at Hogwarts. She would write to me, and send me letters telling me how much that she missed me. And I remember it being so odd, that she wouldn't ever write anything about my father or how things were going back at the manor. She would just write stories to me. Usually myths or legends, I guess you could say. To this day, I never found out why she had done that…"

Hermione processed his words, and her voice broke through the silence of the room. "Maybe there was nothing worth telling. Maybe she thought that you could use a happy ending, in a world that was turning into such a nightmare."

Evan nodded his head slowly. "Yes, I do suppose that you could be right."

"So what happened to her?" Hermione asked, trying not to seem too overeager, though it was tough as she was quite interested in what he was telling her.

"After I left Hogwarts, I was marked almost instantly. I was never home anymore to see my mother; I was always out on a mission or researching things for the Dark Lord. I regret that… Not going back to see her when I had the chance. She had died about four months before I did… She lived much longer than any of us expected to be honest with you. When I went on my final mission, I was... I was entirely reckless. The Dark Lord wanted me to go to Gringotts, to my vault, so that I could bring him one of the many dark heirlooms and objects that my family had locked away. I was caught on the way there by three Aurors, one being the infamous Alastor Moody. I knew I would be taken to Azkaban had I got caught, and I could try and apparate away if I was lucky enough to find a spare minute to do it; or, I could fight and hopefully win. So I fought, and I took down the other two Aurors, which left just Moody and I. We fought for what felt like hours, though, it was only about seven minutes. Halfway through the fight, I was given a split second that I could have used to flee… But I didn't. I hadn't much left to live for, to be completely honest, and I refused to escape like the rest of my comrades would have done. I was tired of playing this game; of being just a pawn in the Dark Lord's game. I was sick of the killing and the torturing. Because I did do that, Hermione. I did terrible things, and I will never be able to forget that. Granted, I was merely a spectator majority of the time, but I was ordered to join in on a select few. The worst part was, I never really cared much for the whole blood purity thing. My father, he was a strong believer in the cause, but I never caught onto the idea. My father, he barely even raised me, so I didn't have someone who was constantly instilling into me that purebloods were superior to everyone else. The only people that ever tried to tell me that were my friends back in Hogwarts. That is when I learned that blood status was actually a relative problem to a lot more people than just my father. When I became a Death Eater, I really didn't know what I had gotten myself into. I had thought that Voldemort wanted to preserve the old ways… I thought that he was going to spread the pureblood traditions so that others would understand the culture and learn it. How stupid was I? You can't even begin to fathom the wake-up call that I was given when I had realized what being a Death Eater was truly about. It was never about preserving the old ways… It became an excuse for the Dark Lord to murder anyone who opposed him, anyone who was a threat. It didn't matter if they were muggleborn, half-blood, or even pureblood. He killed them all. I should have done something to stop him. I should have helped like Regulus did…"

Hermione tightened her arms around his neck to get him to stop his ramblings. "Thank you, Evan, for telling me all of this."

Evan let out a breath, and his body seemed to sink into the couch in relief. "Thank you for listening… This is the first time I've ever really talked about it."

Hermione nodded, and at that moment she could feel her magic seep into him as she moved to lay against him. His arms came around her waist to tug her towards his lap. As she sat sideways on him, her legs laying on the couch, and laid her head once more against his warm skin.

The two of them sat like this for a few moments, basking in the peace, until Hermione lifted her head from his neck, and instead looked deeply into his eyes. She enjoyed the way that Evan made her feel whenever she was around him. He gave her the feeling of contentment and peace. And tonight, she had really needed that. She was so grateful for this small success.

Hermione felt her eyelids shut, as she leaned forward towards the calm wizard. Their noses brushed, and they both paused, their breaths mingling together. Then Evan closed the gap between them in a rushed move. His lips caressed hers so slowly, but they also held a sense of urgency; like he had been waiting for years just to kiss her. He sucked her bottom lip between his, and she let out a sigh, her hot breath whisking across his face. His teeth bit her lip, and she couldn't help but want more. The air around them felt electric, and something was holding her back from stopping their ministrations. Her arms tightened around his neck, and they continued.

Just as she had given in to the idea that she wouldn't stop herself from something that she wanted so badly, Evan abruptly he broke away from her, exhaling a large breath and clenching his teeth. She furrowed her brows in confusion and trailed her hand up to his jaw, where she had seen the muscle twitch.

"What's wrong?" Hermione whispered to him, and watched his body deflate, but not in relief this time.

"Damnit... Hermione, you need to leave before I do something that I shouldn't do. Not yet…" He said disappointedly.

Hermione nodded her head slowly and started to feel a little embarrassed, her flushed cheeks were proof of it. Why didn't I stop myself from the beginning? Gods, I probably looked like a complete slag!

After she realized that she should probably reply to Evan, instead of sitting there looking like a crazy bint, she spoke. "Okay… Yeah, you're right. U-um, thank you, Evan. Good night."

She gave him one last small peck on the lips before she stood up on shaky legs, and began to make her way out of the doors, trying not to stumble in embarrassment. She hadn't planned for him to make her feel like this; so carefree. She knew that if he hadn't stopped them, she wouldn't have thought twice about going further. This was the first time that she had spoken to him alone, and she already began to feel the same emotional connection that she felt with both Sirius and Regulus.

Just as she had reached the doors, she heard Evan's husky voice speak out. "Kitten, make no mistake, you will be back. Soon."

Hermione blushed at his heated and commanding tone. She rapidly turned around and shut the doors behind her. Okay, I need to breathe. No more getting sidetracked, I need to stick to my objective. Fuck, what is happening to me?

"Um, Elf? I need your help again." Hermione whispered in a shaky voice into the dimly lit hallway. The elf that had previously aided her earlier popped up next to her and stood, waiting for her instructions.

"Do you mind telling me which room is Regulus Black's? He's sort of the reason that I came, originally… I just had to give Master Evan my um, gratitude, first. We got a little… Off topic."

The house elf grabbed her hand again just as she had done a short while ago, and tugged her down the hall about five doors away. The elf turned her body to face towards the door and was gone within a split second. Jeez, I don't think I'll ever get used to these elves just popping in and out of here so quickly like that…

Hermione leaned forward and grabbed the door handle of the room. She had opened it with much more ease compared to when she had opened Evan's. She felt safe around Regulus, and she already had a vast amount of trust in him.

Inside of the room, all of the lights were off, except for a slight crack in the drapes, which illuminated the figure of Regulus. He was spread out on the large bed, dead asleep. Quietly, she tiptoed closer. Merlin, I probably look like a child sneaking a biscuit from my parents.

As she got to the side of the bed, she slid her feet out of her slippers and began to tug off her shorts and jumper. Now, all that she was left in were her knickers and her t-shirt; her usual pajamas. She pulled back the white covers on the side that was unoccupied, and crawled in ever so carefully, trying not to jostle or awaken him just yet. She peered down at the young wizard, and she laid herself down next to him. She couldn't help the desire that she had, to be as close as she could to him. Whenever she was around Regulus, it was like there was a magnet attached to him and she felt the pull to be close to him.

Hermione wrapped her body around his lean form and laid her head against his bare chest. She had one leg wrapped around one of his own, and her hand lay on his abdomen, tracing circles into the soft, pale skin. She felt his head suddenly move, and one of his arms unconsciously extended out to wrap around her waist and pull her closer.

"Regulus? Are you awake?" Hermione whispered as she propped her chin where her head had previously been laying on his chest.

"Hmm? Hermione?" Suddenly his arm had let go of her, and his eyes flew open. His body went rigid, immediately on defense. Hermione slid one of her hands into his in an attempt to calm him down. She clasped her fingers around his, which were slightly larger than hers, and felt him start to close his hand around hers in response.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" Regulus asked, dazed from his sleep, and confused as to why someone was in his bed. He couldn't remember the last time that he had shared a bed with another person. The last time was probably with Sirius back when I was little, and I would sneak into his room and lay when him when I had nightmares. That must have been, what, more than twenty years ago?

Hermione looked up into his light grey eyes and whispered sadly to him. "I'm sorry, Regulus. I should have been here tonight so you wouldn't have had to tell Sirius all alone, or even at all. I left you."

Regulus looked at her as if she was a completely different person. What in Salazar's name is she talking about?

"Why are you apologizing? None of this is your fault, Hermione. I promise you did nothing wrong." He told her adamantly. He watched as Hermione lowered her head against his chest again and nodded her head at him. Her hair tickled against his exposed stomach, and he fought the urge to make a noise. He was still pondering what she had just said to him.

This whole time she has been blaming herself? This wasn't her fault. My idiot of a brother shouldn't have said what he did. He's just as impulsive as he always was.

Regulus was torn abruptly from his thoughts when he felt a pair of hot lips kiss his chest, replacing her unbound curls. He sucked in a breath at the feeling and gripped her hand in his tighter. She didn't stop at one kiss, and she began to trail the kisses around the expanse of his chest. The kisses ran all the way up to his neck before he even knew it. He could feel her body rubbing against his side, and her leg would loosen around his before she'd tighten it again. His breathing had sped up, and he could feel a heat growing in his abdomen, amongst other things growing. Hermione was licking his neck now in between her kisses, and she made little noises all the while. Fuck, this is not good Regulus… I mean it's good, but she's going to be able to tell how much she's affecting me…

Hermione, of course, could feel his chest pumping up and down from his rapid breaths, but she wasn't bothered by it. She wanted to make him feel good. He deserved to feel cared about, and he deserved to feel appreciated. Hermione came here with the thought of him tonight. She had wanted to go and apologize to him because he had to tell Sirius his secret, and she knew that was an immensely hard thing for him to do. But it's like the second she got close to him, she couldn't keep herself away.

After Hermione had sufficiently touched as much of his upper body as she could, she made her way up to his lips. Before she kissed him, she laid her forehead against his once again, like she had done earlier this morning, and stared into his eyes.

"Can I?" Hermione whispered, barely any space between their lips. Her top lip would brush against his as she opened and closed her mouth to speak.

Regulus could do nothing but give a short nod; no words willing to come out. As soon as he had done this, Hermione's lips fully touched his. It was just a simple kiss, slow and gentle, but Regulus could already feel his heart beating five times faster. She pulled back and looked at him once more, searching for his reaction. His eyes were still shut, though his lips were slightly parted, and this made her smile; so she leaned in again for another kiss.

Each kiss that she planted on his lips became longer and rougher, and, before he knew it, they had quickly turned deep and passionate. He could feel her wet tongue swipe against his, as her lips caressed him. Regulus kissed her back, hesitant at first, but he eventually gave back as good as he got, the more that they continued. Swiftly, he felt a small hand running slowly down his chest, getting closer to his abdomen, where he could feel himself already hardening.

How long has she been touching me? How could I have missed that?! Merlin, I was so focused on her lips that I forgot about her hands.

Regulus stopped kissing her and looked up at her desperately. He was nervous and opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water before he finally spoke all at once.

"Hermione, I-I've never done anything like this before," he let out in one deep breath. Hermione's hand stopped her descent, and she looked at him with a sincere face. She wasn't making fun of him, nor was she angry. She just looked sincere, and almost concerned.

"Do you want me to stop? Just tell me to stop, and I will."

Regulus shook his head, and Hermione nodded at this before she let out a collective breath and decided to tell him her thoughts. "I want you, Regulus. I came here for you tonight and, I-I want you to be first. But, we don't have to do this if you aren't comfortable with it, okay?"

His eyes opened wide, and he nodded his head. "Y-yes. That's okay." Regulus was shocked when he listened to what Hermione had told him. He felt his heart warm at the thought of her choosing him out of all of the wizards.

She could have picked Sirius. Merlin knows how many witches he's been with, and at least he's experienced. But she chose me instead… Oh Circe, she bloody amazing.

Hermione - oblivious to Regulus' whirlpooling thoughts - closed her eyes and brought her lips back to his neck; continuing to move her hand down his body. His skin was soft, and her hand moved slowly, making sure that Regulus was comfortable with the pace that they were moving at. She was watching his reactions, and she could hear him panting quietly. Okay, I can't push this… I need to keep a steady pace, no matter how much I want to straddle him and ride him until I pass out. The hand that she had been trailing down his body stopped it's journey as it reached the waistband of his boxers. Ripping them off of him is not an option… Gods, why am I feeling like this? I've never felt this desperate before, and it's taking everything for me to hold back… Is it the bond? I sure hope so, or else I must be in need of a good shag or two.

Hermione sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, her cheek laying on his chest, watching her own hand explore him. She stuck her finger inside the band of his boxers and rubbed the skin that was beneath the fabric. Then, she curled the rest of her fingers over the elastic waistband and gripped the fabric tightly as she slowly slid them down his legs. She was entranced as he became exposed right in front of her eyes and felt her breath hitch at the sight of him. Her brain felt muddled and foggy, and she let her body move subconsciously.

Regulus hissed when he felt her small hand grab his burning cock. She pulled him out of his boxers entirely and ran her fingers over the shaft of his heat; tracing the veins that ran along the length of him. She brought her fingers up to the leaking head, and he watched her as she spread the precum over her hand.

Regulus groaned when she finally circled her entire hand around him and gripped loosely, rubbing up and down; tightening when she got towards the tip. Regulus was breathing heavily, and dropped his head back against the pillow, while his hands clenched onto the sheets. He could feel his hips rocking into her hand, no matter how hard he tried to stay still. Shite, this feels so much better than I thought it would. Why does her hand feel so much better than mine?!

Suddenly she stopped pumping him, and he moved his head up to look at her; questioning why she had ceased movement. "What happened? Did I do something wrong?" He asked in a timid voice.

Hermione shook her head and smiled at him. "No, you're fine Regulus. I just want to try something else, is that alright?"

"Oh, y-yeah that's fine." Regulus let out a relieved breath. I need to relax; it's all fine. Hermione will guide me the whole way through, it's good. Merlin, it's so bloody good…

Hermione lifted herself up onto her knees, and straddled his lap, holding herself elevated so that she wasn't touching him quite yet. Slowly, she grabbed one of his hands that had a vice-like hold on the sheets and brought it up to her pink lips. She kissed his palm and the pad of each finger. Regulus watched her in wonderment, and his eyes widened as she brought his hand down her body over her shirt. Then, she lifted up the bottom of the fabric and slid his hand inside her knickers.

"I want you to touch me…" Hermione bit her bottom lip as she said this.

He could feel her bare pussy and opened his mouth in surprise when she pushed his hand down even further; so that he could feel the wetness that covered her. He bit the inside of his cheek as he felt her bring one of his fingers down to circle over her entrance. She then returned the finger back up to rub at her most sensitive spot.

"This right here, this is the clit. This part feels the best for me when you rub it in circles like this." She moaned as he followed the actions of her words; beginning to move his fingers on his own.

Gods she looks perfect like this. Her hair was falling on her blushed face, and her mouth was open a fraction as she sucked in quick breaths. Frantically, she brought the finger back down to her entrance and this time she pushed his digit inside of her. Regulus watched as she held his gaze in a deep stare. It looked like she was holding every single emotion that was bottled up inside of her, behind those hazel eyes.

"This is where you'll go. Right in here. Do you feel that, Regulus?" She said this in a low, breathy voice, and all he could do in response was nod his head; which seemed to be the only response that he gave her all night.

Everything felt so surreal to Regulus; he had never thought that he would experience this. Back in Hogwarts, he had never spent time with other witches. That was more of his brother's job. All he wanted to do was pass his classes, impress his parents, and impress the Dark Lord as well. There was little time for him to mess around with girls, and none of them had ever seemed much interested in him either. But Hermione was different. He knew that she had to do this with him eventually because of the rituals, but he also felt that she wanted this as something more than just her 'duty.' She cared about him and his feelings, but most importantly, she made him feel comfortable and wanted.

Regulus was shaken from his thoughts as he felt her tightening her walls against his finger. Holy fuck she is so hot. Merlin, I'm going to be inside of her. I can't believe I am doing this...

In a flash, his grey eyes watched as she let go of his hand, and reached for the bottom of her shirt. She rapidly lifted the top over her head and threw it haphazardly onto the floor in a rush. She was utterly bare underneath it, and her tits looked utterly perfect to Regulus. Her nipples were hard and deep pink, and they jutted outwards as is they were begging to be touched. Before he had realized, Hermione had already grabbed his free hand and ran it up her body. He was entranced as he watched his large hand travel her small frame. Finally, he had reached his destination as she clasped his hand over her left breast. They fit perfectly inside his palm, and he couldn't stop himself from squeezing lightly on them. Hermione whimpered at this, and he took that as a cue to continue.

He took her pebbled nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger and rolled it in between them. He continued his ministrations with his fingers, instantaneously remembering that his other hand had slipped out of her knickers. As he went to bring his hand back inside, Hermione's hand stopped him from moving.

"Hermione, what-"

She shushed him and held his hand tight within her own. She waved her hand; vanishing his boxers that were barely even pushed down his thighs. She managed to disappear her knickers as well, and that was when he realized that there was nothing left to separate their lower bodies from each other. He watched his stiff cock twitch as she lowered her hot pussy against his shaft that lay on his stomach.

When they finally touched, he couldn't help but let out a grunt as he felt the warm, wet velvety skin that rubbed against his own. This spurred Regulus into action as he lifted his head up from his pillow, and attached his lips to her breast. Hermione gasped as she felt him suck on her and occasionally nibble on the tip of her nipples.

"Shit, Regulus… Don't stop, please." She brought her hand to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his curly black hair. He moaned deeply at this and continued his ministrations with even more enthusiasm. This, combined with her hips grinding her cunt over his cock, left Regulus feeling as if he was in heaven. He could only dream of something like this happening.

In the rare times that he would imagine something like this happening, it would be with some stuck up pureblood witch that his parents would have him betrothed to, but now his dreams would forever change. Now, they would consist of a feisty muggle-born witch, who had proved that his parents were wrong. She was brilliant, beautiful, and caring. She sincerely cared about him. She chose him to be first, and she chose him to go to for comfort.

She understood him and protected him too, and he wasn't sure if he would ever get used to that. It had only been a day, and he couldn't get over how amazing the witch was. She was his. He didn't have to worry about being betrothed to someone his parents would pick for him. Both his soul and his magic chose for him, this time.

Regulus couldn't take the waiting game any longer; he was as desperate as she was, if not more. "Hermione, please, I want to be i-in you. Please..."

He heard her sweet voice whimper, as she tugged on his hair. She had stopped grinding against him as she began speaking seriously in her next words. "Are you sure Regulus? I need to know if you're one-hundred percent alright with this. I know want you to be doing it because you want to make me happy."

Regulus cleared his voice when he saw how serious she was about this. He needed to let her know that he wanted this too. "I am sure, Hermione," he said in a clear voice, making sure not to stutter.

Hermione smiled at his assurance, and Regulus laid his head on the bed and held his breath. He let out a loud breath and nodded his head rapidly and looked at her in anticipation.

"O-okay I'm ready, show me what to do," he stuttered out.

Hermione smiled sweetly at his anxious words and brushed a piece of his black curly hair away from his glistening forehead. He closed his eyes and felt himself calm down as she whispered to him. "Regulus, it will be fine. I promise, okay? If you want me to stop, then just tell me and I will. Just do what feels right for you." He looked into her hazel eyes, and let out a breath. Her eyes were tender, and he knew that she was telling the truth.

"Just watch what I do, okay? I will help you along the way." Regulus nodded. She smiled at him even brighter than before, and bent her body down, planting a slow kiss on his lips. Before she pulled back completely, he stopped her by placing both hands on her head, bringing her in for one more kiss. This time, it was much more passionate, and he took control of it. Hermione moaned against him at his confidence and pulled back. She sat up on her knees and ran her hands lightly down his body with the tips of her fingers until she reached his length.

His cock was glistening with a combination of his precum and her wetness that she had rubbed on him. Her small hand grabbed him and gave him a few pumps, before positioning herself overtop of him. Oh, Gods, she's really about to do this... Regulus watched in reverence as she ran the head of his erection through her heat until she stopped when he caught the edge of her entrance. He felt the head of his cock become surrounded by a tight heat, and instantly felt his breathing speed up quicker than before.

Fucking hell, I sound like I've been running through the corridors of Hogwarts trying to get to Quidditch practice on time.

He couldn't take his eyes off of the sight of his length disappearing into her. She was so warm; he felt like he was burning. Her walls were tightening around him the further that she lowered herself down, and he clenched his hands around her waist to ground himself, and to occasionally stop her from moving when it got to be too much.

"Fuck... " Regulus grunted in a breathy and broken voice.

When she had finally seated herself fully onto him, he felt his rapid breaths come to a complete stop. She felt incredible, and he was sure that there was a possibility that he could pass out from the pleasure. He felt like he was about to cum already, and she hadn't even begun to move yet. His fingers were digging into the soft skin on her waist, and she noticed that he was becoming slightly overwhelmed by the sensations.

Hermione slowly leaned herself forward again, trying not to move her hips at all. When her chest was laying against his, she burrowed her head into the crook of his damp neck in an attempt to help him calm down. She ran her hands over his tightly clenched biceps and murmured quietly to him. "It's okay Regulus. Just breathe..."

He attempted to listen to her words, and let out his breath that he had been holding so reverently. He could feel himself loosen his fingers just slightly, as her soothing voice rushed through him again.

"Just tell me when you're ready, okay? You're doing great." She breathed this out against his nape; her hot breath mixed with her hands sliding through his hair, only adding onto his pleasure.

After what felt like years - though, it was really only about two minutes - he could feel the yearning building within him to begin pumping his hips into her. Hermione felt the movement and continued to stay laying idle atop his chest so that he could have control of the movements.

She felt him raise his knees and plant his feet against the bed, to gain more momentum into his thrusts.

Hermione felt every ridge and vein; every pulse of his cock as he pulled out slowly until the only thing remaining was the very tip. He slowly pushed back into her heat letting out a profound breath, until he was entirely encompassed inside her, and she whimpered when she felt him press against her.

It had been a long time since Hermione last had sex, and the performance was nothing to brag about. She had been on a few dates with some wizards, and a few muggles men as well. So, she was not exactly 'inexperienced.' The first time she had sex was about a year after the war had ended when she had gotten a letter from Viktor, inviting her to visit him in Bulgaria over the upcoming summer. She accepted the offer and traveled to his home and stayed with him for three weeks. Eventually, one thing led to another, and she found herself lying naked in his oversized bed, with him slowly pushing into her tight opening. It probably wasn't the most excellent idea; to lose her virginity to someone as large as Viktor, but she didn't regret it at all. He was extra careful with her, and he never stopped telling her how beautiful she was and how good she had felt.

Regulus began to speed up his thrusts, and this made Hermione's breath speed up. Fuck, he feels so good; I swear he was made to be inside of me.

He filled every part of her, and it made her feel a sense of completion; as if everything was perfect at that moment. Regulus moved one of his hands to her bottom as he grabbed tightly onto her arse to hold her in place; slightly elevated so that he could plunge himself into her with ease.

Regulus was lost in the feeling of the witch. He couldn't stop his hips from thrusting; picking up speed with each move. He would never get tired of this feeling. Sweet Salazar, I can't believe this is what I had been missing out on. She's perfect. And I thought just her hand was terrific, but this is unbelievable…

He could feel her nipples rubbing against his, and she was licking and kissing his neck in between her moans that were rising in volume. Regulus wasn't holding back on his voice either; there was entirely no way that he could. She felt too damn good to hold back, and he let out deep moans with almost every thrust. He could feel his cock pulsing, and his hips began to speed up even quicker.

"Fuck Hermione… I'm gonna cum soon. Shite, what should I do?" He knew he would cum soon, and he refused to be the only one. He needed to make Hermione feel as good as he did.

"It's fine… Just, fuck, please touch me." Hermione whined out. He took the hand that was still clutching her hip and slid it around to the front of her body. He remembered rubbing the little button from before and remembered the way she had moaned when he had touched it. He slid his fingers down to her abdomen and searched around her pussy for the spot. Finally, he found it, signaled to him by her whimper as soon as he rubbed it with his lithe fingers. Her cunt had tightened around him, and Regulus let out a loud hiss at the vice-like grip. Hermione could tell that he was about to cum, and whimpered into his neck in a desperate voice.

"Inside, Regulus… Cum inside of me, you don't have to hold back, okay?"

Regulus couldn't hold back any longer once she had spoken those words. Hermione's moans were coming out both faster and louder, and he could feel her hips begin to move along with his. He pressed his fingers to her clit a little harder and rubbed faster. He felt her body go still and the walls of her pussy were fluttering against his cock that was still thrusting deep inside of her.

"Oh, Gods... I'm coming. Fuck, Regulus…" As he heard her moan out these words, he suddenly felt a sharp pressure on his neck and realized that it was the feeling of her teeth piercing his skin as she bit him. When he felt her do this, Regulus finally let everything go. He thrust hard into her one last time and held himself as deep inside her as he could go, and he let out a loud gasp. He could feel himself spill his seed into her, and pressed himself even more in-depth. He felt something explode inside him, and he instantly knew that it was the bond sealing and being completed. His magic was mixing together with hers, balancing each other out.

He held her body so tightly to his, and he could feel the indents on her waist from his fingernails that had dug into her skin. He continued to hold himself deep inside of her, as he pressed her body down onto him. He was breathing loudly and let out grunts that turned into sighs.

Hermione was licking his neck where she had bitten him, and she continuously placed small kisses on it; laving at it like a dog.

After a few minutes of them laying boneless, recovering from their climaxes, the only thing that could be heard in the room was their breaths. Then, Hermione lifted her head up towards his, and gently cradled his face in her hands. She softly kissed him on each cheek and eyelid, once on his chin, the tip of his nose, and his forehead. She finished off with a deep kiss on his lips. The witch pulled away from the kiss and lay her forehead against his, as she ran her fingers through his hair that was damp with his sweat.

"Thank you, Regulus."

He could feel his eyelids shutting, and he whispered back to her with a tired but bright smile on his face. "No, thank you, Hermione."

She smiled back at him and laid her head back down into his neck and wrapped her arms around his chest. She could feel the exhaustion kick in as she relaxed into his body. She had fallen asleep just like that; in complete and utter happiness.

Across from Regulus' room, Sirius lay in his cold, empty bed scowling at the door.

He could hear both of them the entire time.

He felt jealous, but also guilty. He knew he shouldn't have said what he did to her tonight. He didn't mean what he had said, he was just so angry and hurt.

Sirius had assumed that she would have chosen him to go first, to consummate the bond with. Instead, she picked his little brother. I probably deserved that though... Man, I really buggered everything up when I said what I did, to Hermione earlier.

Plus, he had to give it to Reggie. With the way that Hermione was moaning, he must have been doing pretty well. Of course, he was doing good, Sirius thought to himself. He's a bloody Black.

Notes: Alrighty, here is chapter 10! To be honest, I really did not enjoy editing this chapter. Writing smut is actually really fucking hard as well, so I am not a big fan of this chapter. In chapter 11, everyone will all go to get new wands, and I already have it all written out. What I am stuck on, is whether you all want me to describe the meaning of each wood, core, size, and flexibility of the wands that I have picked for each wizard. I have researched all of the components to the wands, so I have chosen each person's wand based on how they are perceived in this story. That took me a long time to do actually, but when I wrote out the scene of them getting their wands, I just wrote what each component is, and I didn't explain the meaning to each thing. So let me know if you guys would rather have me tell each wand in detail, or if you'd just like me to post the links to the websites that I used to pick the wands and their meanings, so then you all can just read them yourselves if you would like to. With the way that it is already written as of right now, chapter 11 is around 9,500 words, so if I do end up adding the meanings of the wands, then the chapter will be a long one. I might just try and split it into two sections too... I don't know. Enough rambling, I hope you all like this chapter. I would also like to know what order you all want the men to go in when it comes to the 'consummation.' I think it will be fun to hear your ideas, and I might consider them and change up some of the order.