Hermione woke several hours later, at about five in the evening. The first thing she noticed was that there was a warm body lying against hers. A naked body. Her eyes snapped open, but when the memories came back to her, all the worries in her mind disappeared and she smiled, lifting her head to look at his peaceful, sleeping face.
The second thing she noticed was that lunch was still on their little table, along with a piece of parchment. Curious, and rather hungry, considering she hadn't eaten all day, she slipped out from beneath the covers and made her way over to the table, pulling on one of Sirius' t-shirts along the way. She picked the note up inquisitively and unfolded it. She read it and let out a small gasp of surprise, waking Sirius.
"Herm-mi-mione?" His half-asleep voice inquired.
She spun around and smiled at him, blushing a little.
"Good morning. Or should I say evening?"
"How late is it?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.
"About five, I think." She answered, walking over to him and placing the note on the bed as she sat down beside him. "Read it. It's from Remus."
'Hermione and Sirius,
You two do realise the door unlocked the second you admitted your feelings for each other, right? Well, anyway, I took the liberty of locking it again and placing a strong silencing charm on the room after you didn't come out. I trust you needed them?
Remus.'
Sirius just laughed and tossed it off to the side.
"How can you be laughing at that?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"He was just having a little fun, you can't blame him for that. And besides, how would you have liked it if Harry walked in here and saw what I was doing to you? I doubt he'd ever be able to look either of us in the eye again."
That made her smile, "I guess you're right. I'm just not sure I like people knowing about... that sort of thing. How did he know anyway?"
"He knows me." He smirked.
Her eyes narrowed and she humphed.
"Okay, he knows that when two people admit their love for one another, they need to be connected in a way that only the beautiful act of love-making can give them."
She gasped, it was like he had been reading her thoughts.
"Don't look so astonished, love, I can be deep and meaningful when I want to be."
"No, it's not that, I just – I..." She trailed off.
"You what?"
"I was thinking almost that exact same thing earlier, when we... when you were..." She trailed off again, blushing this time.
"Being given the most pleasurable experience of my life by the woman I love with all my heart?" He suggested, crawling closer to her.
She blushed again, turning her head away from him. She really wasn't used to being given compliments, especially from him, especially when he was as close as he was.
"I really love you, Hermione. I know most people won't believe it, but I do." He told her, looking directly into her eyes.
"And most people will think I'm stupid for believing it, but I do."
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her, but the growl of her stomach interrupted. She laughed nervously and looked back over to the table where the food was beckoning her.
"Can we eat?"
"Are you really asking me whether you can eat or not? We're not married yet, love." He chuckled, completely missing the surprised smile that passed over her face when he said 'yet'.
"Put some clothes on so I can actually concentrate on something other than your amazing body, please." Hermione said as she got off the bed and sat down to have lunch... at twenty past five in the evening.
"And you think I can concentrate at all with you in front of me all the time?"
She blushed again, but chose to ignore the comment and start her meal.
"Do you think the door's open yet?" Hermione asked when they had finished eating.
"You want to leave?"
"Honestly, I'd love to stay in this room with you for the rest of the night, but I'd quite like to get my revenge on Remus." She explained. "And my own clothes. Don't get me wrong, I love wearing yours, but it just doesn't feel the same."
"Revenge can wait, and you won't be needing any clothes for what I have in mind." He smirked at her.
She raised an eyebrow at him and stood, noting that her plate automatically refilled with the evening meal once she was out of her seat. Sirius stood also and, wearing only a pair of black silk boxers, walked around the table to where she was. He took her face in his hands, kissing her softly and threading his fingers through her curly hair. When she pulled away, she buried her head in his bare chest, her breath washing over him in warm puffs. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her as close as possible, wanting to feel her heart beating next to his. They stood like that for long moments, just listening to each other's breathing.
"Sirius?" She whispered finally, lifting her head to look up at him.
"Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Am I frumpy?"
"What?"
"I want you to be completely honest, am I frumpy?"
"No, Merlin no, you're gorgeous. Why would you even think something like that?"
"That girl, Ellie, or whatever her name was, Luna's cousin." She began to explain. "She said I was frumpy."
Sirius sighed and kissed her head. "You most definitely are not frumpy, Hermione. You are beautiful and sexy and gorgeous and I love you. That girl was a bitch, I can't believe I was ever desperate enough to take her home with me."
"Desperate?"
"Do you have any idea how stunning you looked in that dress you were wearing? I couldn't get you out of my head and that dress most definitely didn't help."
She smiled shyly up at him and he kissed her softly, scooping her up in his arms like a groom would a bribe. He chuckled as Hermione pulled away and yelped, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck in attempt to get a more secure hold on him.
"Sirius, put me down!" She squealed, her voice slightly higher than usual.
"What if I don't want to?"
"I'm serious, Sirius." She told him, but even as she did so a smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"You don't look very serious."
"Please?" She pouted, moving her face close to his and rubbing their noses together.
"Well, when you put it that way..." He grinned and dropped her onto his bed, where she landed with a surprised squeak.
"Sirius! I said 'put' not 'drop'!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, love. I think my hearing must be failing."
She glared at him for a moment, before the smile she'd been holding at bay let loose and she pulled him down on top of her.
"Comfortable?" He whispered, his breath washing across her neck.
"Very." She answered, pulling his face down to hers.
Her fingers drew intricate patterns over his chest as he shifted a little, so he was resting on his forearms and not as much on her. His tongue brushed along her lip and a mere second later her lips opened and her own tongue was drawing his into her mouth. They kissed slowly, tongues rubbing together, hands roaming and bodies becoming increasingly hotter and sweatier. She rolled them over, and took control, her lips moving from his mouth to his jaw, kissing a trail down to his neck, where she nipped his skin lightly and began sucking.
She had her legs on either side of his hips, resting on her knees while holding her upper body up with her arms on either side of his head, effectively preventing any part of her body, other than her lips from touching him. Once she was satisfied with the love bite on his skin, she moved lower, kissing over his chest and the many tattoos and scars that were found there. Gods, she loved his body, she loved how he tasted especially. That musky, spicy tang of his skin under her lips and tongue, the hint of salt from his sweat mixing in wonderfully with the other flavours.
Sirius ran his hands up and down her back, trying uselessly to pull her body down to his. When he realised she wasn't going to give in, he slipped his hands under the fabric of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, exposing her naked form to him. He groaned a little at the sight in front of him, enough to distract Hermione long enough for her to lift her head and smile at him, before returning to his chest.
As she made her way down his muscled torso, her heart began to beat a little faster. When she reached his abdomen, she pulled his boxers off and looked at his rather intimidating erect cock with a nervous expression. Her eyes lifted to his face as she took her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it anxiously, before glancing down at his erection again.
His heart was hammering in his chest as he realised what she wanted. He felt a little self-conscious as she stared at his most intimate part so intently, but reminded himself that she loved him, and that she hadn't much experience with intimacy.
"You can touch it, love," he told her breathlessly when her eyes met his again, "Whatever you want."
She looked down again and slowly lifted her hand. She was almost shaking out of nerves and didn't quite know what to do. Luckily, Sirius took her hand in his and guided it to his pulsating cock, shivering as her fingers brushed against it. She jumped a little at how odd it felt, but soon got used to it and began running her fingers lightly over him as he groaned.
Sirius had his eyes tightly closed, and therefore he jumped slightly when he felt her lips on his shaft, causing her to pull back, thinking she'd done something wrong.
"Sorry," she blushed, not meeting his eyes.
"Don't be sorry, Hermione. You've done nothing wrong, I was just a little startled, that's all. I wasn't expecting it," he pulled her face up for a kiss.
"I guess I'm a little new at this," her face flushed even more.
"You're wonderful."
She smiled shyly and moved back down his body until her face was above his cock. With once last nervous glance at him, she lowered her head and kissed the tip of his erection again, this time parting her lips so her tongue could slip out. His hands went automatically to her hair as her hot tongue circled around the head of his cock, drawing a low growl from the back of his throat.
"Oh fuck, Hermione," he gasped, trying his best not to pull her hair too roughly.
She moved down slowly, taking a little more of him inside her mouth every few seconds. Groaning, he ran his fingers through her thick curls as best he could, giving her the recognition he knew his voice could not at that moment. Her timid movements were more arousing than anything and he found the permanent blush that seemed to never disappear from her cheeks incredibly sexy. The most amazing thing, however, was that she was his, she loved him. And if he had it his way, she'd never have to love another man again.
Hermione began to gag a little as she made to take him further into his mouth and pulled back, her blush deepened.
"Is that normal?" she asked in a small, nervous voice, looking up at him with her big, worried brown eyes.
"Yes, love, you have nothing to be nervous about, especially because it's your first time. It'll get better, with more practice," he told her, smiling warmly.
"Maybe we should practice some time later," she suggested quietly.
"Whatever you want," he said, reaching out to stroke her still pink cheek.
She crawled slowly up his body and kissed him softly, her lips opening to accept his probing tongue into her mouth. Shifting her weight onto her elbows, she lowered herself so their upper bodies were touching, her breasts rubbing against his chest and causing her nipples to harden immediately against his rough, weathered skin. Whimpering slightly as his tongue caressed the top of her mouth, she slid her own tongue against his and made him groan.
He took control again, rolling her over and holding himself above her with his arms. They were both panting when they pulled away from each other, but Sirius ignored his lack of breath and kissed down her body. He looked up at her when his face was above her wet pussy.
"You smell incredible, Hermione," he told her, his eyes darkened with his lust, "May I?"
Her inner muscles clenched at the thought, but she shook her head, "Later... need you... inside me... now," she gasped, spreading her legs for him.
With an animalistic growl, he entered her quickly, pulling a moan from her throat. Barely giving her a second to adjust to his cock stretching her walls, he began thrusting into her hot, willing body. They found their rhythm easily and he leant down to capture her lips between his, roughly plunging his tongue into her mouth and sliding it against hers.
Hermione was sure she had gone completely insane, as not a single coherent thought could be made in her head. Everything he was doing to her, his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, his thick cock slamming into her soaked pussy over and over, it all made it that much harder for her to think. The sensations building up in her body were driving her very quickly – too quickly, in her opinion – to her ultimate pleasure.
Sirius knew he was losing it, but he'd known to expect it. She was gorgeous and sexy and amazing and he'd known, even from that first night that he'd have to fight to keep up with her. She was so deliciously hot and tight and wet around him he was in a state of pure bliss. He pulled away from her mouth gasping, and he noticed her doing the same.
He knew from the look in her eyes that she was as close as him, her eyes were darkened with lust and her mouth open slightly. Shifting his weight into one arm, he allowed the other to travel down her body to circle her clit. She cried out in ecstasy, feeling her body beginning to tremble as she was pushed closer to orgasm. As he bent his head and scraped his teeth over her neck, she let go of everything and shuddered as her vision blurred and breath caught.
"Fuck," he groaned, feeling her muscles contract around him.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was thrown over the edge with her, his own body trembling alongside hers.
"Merlin, Sirius," she gasped once he'd collapsed onto the bed beside her and she'd regained her breath, "I think I'm going to enjoy loving you."
A/N: If anyone has an idea for what Hermione and Sirius could do to get revenge on Remus, I'd love to hear your opinions. I don't want it to be massive, just something small and amusing :]
Please review and tell me what you think.
