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Sirius moved his hand up to her chin, tilting it so that their faces were so close that neither could focus their eyes properly and he could feel Hermione's warm breath on his chin.
Sirius' voice was a whisper, "Love me instead."
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It took a moment for Hermione to register any thought at all. It was like she was suspended in water, unable to hear anything except the popping of her ears. Then the world came rushing back in.
Her eyes wouldn't focus on Sirius' face, he was too close.
She knew that the smart thing to do would be to remove his hand from her chin as gently as possible and ask him to leave her room. The smart thing to do would be to find Remus, wherever he was, and remind herself why he was exactly her type.
"Sirius," Hermione swallowed thickly, "You say that like I have a choice in who to love." She looked down at where his hand was, but he caught her attention again.
"Actually, I'm kind of hoping you don't." Sirius muttered, before catching her lips in a kiss for the first time in two decades.
Once, when Hermione was home from Hogwarts on summer break, her hand slipped as she unplugged a radio. For a moment her heart stopped, her body froze, and a zip of tingling electricity ran through her entire body starting at her finger. It was terrifying, but when it was over there was so much adrenaline coursing through her system, Hermione went for a run around the neighborhood just to wind down.
That feeling didn't even hold a candle to kissing Sirius Black.
His lips pressed to hers so sweetly, so intimately, that a blush painted her cheeks. A long-forgotten shiver ran down her spine as Hermione snaked her hands up to wrap around Sirius' neck. His hair was as silky as it was inky, and her fingers slipped through it as easily as water. Hermione's mouth opened, craving air, and Sirius ran his tongue along her lip in a request.
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Sirius was going to take his time with Hermione. He had spent far too long putting the witch in his arms on a pedistal, but any lingering hopes he'd been harboring that she'd let him down were shattered. She was so much better than he'd remembered. He let his hands drop to her hips and gripped them securely as he leisurely reacquainted himself with her mouth. She smelled salty from crying, but underneath she still tasted like sugar.
Sirius' thumbs played over the strip of skin between Hermione's tank top and pajama bottoms, torturing them both with the promise of more. Hermione hummed against Sirius' lips and gripped his t-shirt in her hands. With a deft move, she pulled his strong body on top of hers. Sirius propped himself up on his elbows to keep from suffocating Hermione, but she wasn't making it easy. Her hands ran down his back as her kisses became more and more insistent, begging for reciprocation.
With his whole body pressed against her, Sirius couldn't help but marvel at how soft and inviting Hermione was. Her skin was like silk and gave way at his touch just enough to make him want to lose himself in her.
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"Wait." Hermione's voice surprised even her own ears, but there it was.
Sirius stilled is lips on her neck, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. Hermione's first impulse was to say 'never mind, just keep at it.', but her hands were already pushing at one shoulder, encouraging his warm blanket of a body off of her.
"What's wrong?" Sirius' voice sounded thick with confusion and lust. Oh, yes. Sirius Black lusted after the notorious bookworm, Hermione Granger. She had evidence of it- that a part of her wished she could further explore. But another, logical, part of her brain was using her mouth at the moment.
"I just have to think for a minute." She breathed, her chest still rising and falling heavily.
Sirius let out a low chuckle from his side of the bed and let his head settle heavily onto a pillow. Hermione would've been offended if a hand hadn't reached out to stroke her forearm reassuringly. "Wouldn't be you if you didn't, Love." Sirius muttered. She looked over in time to see his eyes close peacefully while his fingers continued to pet the underside of her arm.
Hermione rolled onto her side, and studied the profile of the man next to her.
"Sirius?" She called quietly across the prairie of sheets.
"Hm?" His eyes slid open to meet hers.
"I shouldn't start anything with you." She breathed out.
Sirius raised a skeptical eyebrow in response.
"I shouldn't be with Remus either." Hermione bit her lip.
"You say 'shouldn't'." Sirius was using his Be Reasonable voice with her now. She really hated that. "I'm not sure I understand."
"Sirius, we live together." Hermione huffed. "And I can't just decide to break one of your hearts. I can't date one of you while we make the other one watch. Even if it's just a passing attraction for you two, it's tacky at the very least and cruel at the worst."
Hermione sucked a breath in through her teeth and pressed a cool hand to her feverish forehead.
"So...you're choosing to dump both of us, before either of us has a chance to date you?" Sirius queried, now staring at the ceiling.
"I think it's for the best." Hermione murmured.
Sirius sighed heavily, and the bed shifted as he sat up to leave. Hermione closed her eyes to avoid the visual of him walking out on her.
She felt him lean in to kiss her on the cheek, and was surprised to feel his lips press against her neck.
His breath tickled her ear when he whispered, "You're wrong."
Hermione's eyes snapped open, expecting a furrowed brow, but they met a pair of eyes that were dancing with mischief.
She didn't look away as he covered her in her comforter, crossed the room, and silently closed the door.