A/N: Hello all! It's been a few days but I was out of town for the holiday! Thanks for the sweet and lovely reviews. You guys are the best. This chapter is rated M!

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Hermione was thoroughly surprised that even though it was three o'clock in the morning, Fleur and Neville were standing in the foyer of Sirius' manor waiting for them.

She felt rather embarrassed, as she was still in her outfit from the Begére and she knew she had to look a little disheveled, considering her and Sirius had been trying to inconspicuously kiss in the back of the car on the way home. Fleur gave her a grin as Neville helped Sirius out of his coat.

"Ms. Delacour, can you start a bath in Ms. Granger's room? And Mr. Longbottom, can you bring up a bottle of the '75?" Sirius started delegating orders to the two, who looks cheerful and bright-eyed despite the hour. Hermione was exhausted and just wanted to curl up in her too-pink bed, but it was apparent that Sirius had other plans.

"Right away sir," Neville nodded and headed towards the kitchen while Fleur made her way up to the third floor, taking two steps at a time. When the lovers were alone in the foyer, Sirius gave Hermione a smile that physically made her weak as he wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands up and down her nearly naked back.

"Have I made you wait long enough?" he asked with a smirk and Hermione could feel the tension in her body coiled up tightly like a spring.

"I thought the whole point of having a mistress was so that you could make love to her all the time…" Hermione countered. He had been firing her up all night, first the eye-sex in the hallway of the Bergére, and then his hand creeping up her thigh in the car as he would nibble on her lip—giving her a taste, but not enough.

"Get yourself up those stairs and maybe I will consider it," he chuckled softly, taking his arms from her body and she playfully pouted as she sauntered over to the landing before the stairs; she grabbed the polished mahogany railing as slowly climbed up the steps—very aware that he was watching her.

Sirius just stood there, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he watched Hermione make her way up to her bedroom. Her long legs were covered in stockings with a long black seam up the back that only served to make them look longer and her thin ankles did not wobble in her heels like they used to. She swayed with a half-confidence, knowing she was turning him on and yet unaware of why it could be possible, which he only found more attractive. The blush on her face was too adorable as she leaned over the railing on the third floor and beckoned him up with a finger.

"Lean over a little bit more…" he teased, looking up at her with his charming, boyish grin and she refused.

"I really want a bath!" she called down to him playfully and he laughed as Fleur snuck out of Hermione's room behind where the brunette was leaning over the stair railing.

"Have fun," Fleur giggled in sheer amusement as she headed down the stairs, passing Neville who was bringing up the wine-both of them seemed intrigued by the banter being passed between Sirius and Hermione.

"But I'm quite enjoying this view from here," he winked up at her before he started to slowly climb the stairs. Hermione wanted to continue to watch him, as it was very sexy—almost like a tiger stalking his prey—but she slipped into her room where Neville had just finished pouring two glasses of very expensive wine and left them by the bath tub before slipping past her with a blush creeping up his cheeks. She took the moment alone to gather her thoughts and take a deep breath; suddenly finding herself not tired at all.

Sirius walked in the room, closed and locked the double doors behind him and dropped a kiss on the back of Hermione's head as he walked past her into the bathroom, stripping off his shirt. She couldn't help but stare at his toned back as he threw his shirt to the floor and started on his trousers. She knew he knew that he was doing this on purpose, but Hermione did not mind as she walked closer and stood in the doorway to the bathroom as he stepped out of his trousers and climbed into the steaming bath absolutely naked. He was such an amazingly gorgeous man and so unapologetic about it. Sirius ran a hand through his hair as he sank into the hot water and sighed, looking up at her expectantly.

"Darling, you might want to take your clothes off," he winked at her and she knew she had stalled long enough. It was just intimidating to start stripping in front of a man you were so insanely attracted to and feel comfortable-at least for her.

His eyes never once wavered from her body as she slowly reached behind her and unclasped the sparkly bralette and letting it fall to the floor on top of his discarded shirt. Sirius hummed in appreciation and it spurred her on to prop a leg up on the lip of the tub and slowly roll down her stockings, slipping them off in the most seductive way she could manage for a girl with little experience in teasing.

"Woman you are quite literally killing me and I am enjoying every second of it," his velvet voice interrupted her concentration and she finally eased her short skirt off over her hips and let everything drop to the floor, standing completely naked in front of him. He didn't speak for a moment, just raked his eyes over her in a way that caused tremendous heat to envelope her body before he whispered for her to join him and she stepped into the tub that was large enough for more than two and slowly sank down into the water. She let the heat soften her muscles and warm her body, closing her eyes in the little moment of bliss. Taking baths required water and soap and things that were very expensive, so it was a once a week luxury before-but now she could do it anytime she wanted. She opened her eyes and looked at Sirius from under her long lashes thankfully, she still couldn't believe this was all real.

"Come here, let me wash your hair," Sirius told her and she moved over to him, turning around and fitting between his spread legs as he grabbed some heavenly smelling soap and started to work it into her curly hair. His long fingers felt good pressing against her scalp and massaging gently, working out all the unruliness of her hair before moving down to her neck and shoulders to gently massage her. The longer he went, the better it felt, and the more aroused Hermione became and when she sank down in the water and tilted her head back to rinse her hair, she saw that Sirius' eyes looked the same way she felt inside and she turned towards him, pressing her wet body against his chest and feeling his hardness graze across her thigh.

He didn't hesitate at her move, as he had been wondering how long it would take her to break. He kissed her hard, pulling her close to him, the wet friction between their two chests delicious. His hands ran down her back, stopping at her hips and squeezing there, guiding her to rub against him just the way he wanted as her hands twisted in the damp ends of his hair.

Hermione's hands ran up his forearms and rest on his strong shoulders, giving her leverage to hover over him in the slippery bath as he kneaded her breasts gently, loving the soft sounds starting to fall from her lips.

"I want you," she breathed.

"Oh, is that so?" he asked in a deep whisper in her ear that went right to her core. He deftly turned her body over so that the back of her head rested on his chest and the small of her back rested against his cock. Half of her breasts were out of the water, catching goose pimples and making her nipples even harder. Sirius sighed happily as his hands ran down her body this way, loving the sight before him. Hermione moaned softly as his fingers worked their way to the outside of her thighs, teasing her with soft strokes to the sensitive skin before dipping further and finding her wet. He continued to let one hand roam up and down her body as he fingered her gently, rubbing her hardened bud in between his fingers and making her writhe wonderfully in his arms.

"Oh Sirius, please more," she couldn't help but cry out and this spurred him on as he glided a finger into her slick entrance and she lifted her hips up to try and gain more friction, her small but full breasts now above the bath water and the touch of his hand on her nipples cold from the air made her gasp.

Sirius kept pumping his finger in and out of her, not long after slipping another one inside of her hot entrance, curling them up to stroke her inside walls and she came undone around him; panting and softly moaning his name as her eyes closed. She was so exhausted that she handled her orgasm so delicately, his only sign was her contracting around his fingers as he fucked her with them until she had ridden out her pleasure. He let her catch her breath before moving out of the bath, helping her out at well and drying her off slowly with a fluffy towel-taking care to rub the fabric over her breasts and her swollen sex that was aching for more from him. He was still raging hard, but he knew what he had to do, so he picked his little mistress up in his arms and brought her over to her bed. She sighed happily and stretched out lazily on the silky sheets, her small toes curling cutely as Sirius watched her.

She looked beautiful and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her long shapely legs ending in small feet-her soft but flat stomach and her perfect breasts-the way her wet hair was falling over the pillow and her lips were pink from kissing. He knew he could write a thousand poems about this one moment, this one image.

"You look like a little kitten all sated from a bowl of milk," he told her, moving to lie next to her.

"Sated? Hardly," she smiled at him and he wasted no time touching her again. He started kissing around her breasts, then taking her nipples into his mouth and flicking them with his tongue. He then kissed his way down her stomach and straight down to center, his lips finding her clit and teasing it slowly.

"Oh…" she gasped. He smiled to himself and started kissing her folds, licking up her slightly musky and sweet taste.

This is new…she thought, This is new and I need more…

Involuntarily, she lifted her hips up to meet his kisses and he gave her exactly what she wanted, his tongue inside of her and she felt another orgasm building faster than before. Skillfully, he used one hand to stroke her bud and his mouth to bring her to another amazing release, loving her taste as she came for him.

When Hermione had stopped her sweet moans, Sirius stopped his exploration of her and got into his knees on the bed. Hermione was more than awake now, burning for him as she licked her lips at the sight before her. He was perfection before her, his cock hard for her and she wanted to make him feel just as good as he just made her feel. But instead he was getting off of the bed…wrapping the towel around his waist and walking away.

"Sirius?"

"Goodnight Hermione, I'll see you in the morning," he told her with a loaded wink and she could not believe what was happening. He had just walked out of the room after giving her two mind-blowing orgasms.

Sirius, on the other hand, was proud of himself for showing such restraint as he walked the few meters down the hallway to his bedroom. It had been hard, and he was dying for her, but he knew he had accomplished what he wanted. He had wanted Hermione to feel sexy, as she rightly deserved to, but mostly he wanted to awaken in her what he knew she was hiding. So he had teased her relentlessly, and although he knew they both would not be getting much sleep—it would be worth it in the morning.

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The next morning, Hermione was up before the sun. She had barely slept, having been left in such an aroused state. She had touched herself many times but it hadn't waned her need for Sirius, so she brushed out her hair and got into a flirty pale blue negligee before sitting on her bed and waiting.

She wasn't stupid—she knew he had teased her on purpose, to make her beg for it, and right now she would if she could. The man had reduced her to having no shame, to being in control of the situation once again-and Hermione did not mind. She wouldn't be practically panting for it on her bed at 6 in the morning if she did.

But breakfast came and went before he appeared and Hermione was getting more and more anxious. Finally, around 9 in the morning, Sirius Black entered her room looking just as dashing as he had the night before.

"Miss me?" he smirked.

"You…you…" she scrunched up her face in annoyance, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't be offensive.

"Horrible bastard?" he laughed as he crawled onto her bed with her and pulled her close to him to cuddle. She nodded and laughed with him.

He was only wearing thin linen sleeping pants and as Hermione's hips locked with his, she could feel him slowly start to become aroused again.

"I know, I was just trying to teach you a lesson for teasing me all last night before we got home…" he told her, kissing her softly afterwards and tugging at her bottom lip ever so gently. She moaned into the kiss and his hands started to roam around her body once more.

"Here to finally finish what you started then? I think I learned my lesson sir," she told him with her best feigned innocence and the hungry look in his grey eyes told her that he was going to make up for it.

"Oh just wait," he whispered seductively too her and pulled her on top of him.

"Sir? Oh…God I'm so sorry," Neville blushed as he saw the sight of Hermione straddling Sirius on the bed and lowered his eyes.

"Fuck Longbottom, what is it?" Sirius growled, annoyed at the interruption as he propped himself up on his elbows to see the blushing butler.

"Apologies sir, I checked your room…but you obviously weren't in there…" Neville continued.

"Come on, say what you have to say," Sirius urged him, softer this time.

"Monsieur Snape is in the drawing room. He wishes to speak with you."

"Tell him I am currently indisposed and to get his greasy ass out of my house," Sirius said coolly.

"He said you would say something like that, and said it is of the utmost importance. It is about someone called Nymphadora?" Neville said and Hermione gasped, crawling off of Sirius and hurrying to the armoire to find a robe. Sirius reluctantly got out of bed once he had shooed Neville out and upon finding his shirt from last night on the floor of her bedroom, slipping it on and buttoned it up.

A/N: Lot's going on for the next chapter, please leave me a review! You know what to do!