SOOOO sorry this took so long…. And for its shortness. I seriously had major issues with this chapter. So I decided to give you what I have and to stop being an evil author. So, its short, but…. At least it something, right? Please don't kill me. How will you ever find out what happens if I'm dead?! And a warning to you all. College started again today so my chapters will come slowly again, but I'll try to update as much as possible.
Shannon
Hermione's heart was pulsating so hard she was certain it would give her away. She was convinced he would turn at any moment to see her standing there gaping at him like a moron. She knew she should turn around right then and head back up stairs, Sirius none the wiser but her feet didn't move.
She watched him sit there, his head against the back of the couch, his chest prominently displayed for her viewing. He was angled enough that she could see part of his face. His eyes were closed and a small smile was on his lips. Her cheeks felt warm and she had to consciously make her breathing slow and quiet instead of the wild gasps it threatened to come in.
Her stomach started twisting in knots and she longed to go to him; to touch him. She imagined pressing her lips to the glistening, fire lit hollow of his chest. Letting them trail their way to his neck, where she would feel the blood pounding through his veins. She let her eyes flutter shut, hugging the book tighter to her chest.
As she used the tip of her tongue to wet her lips, a small moan escaped in the process. Her eyes flew open, her heart jumped. She stared at him as he lazily let his eyes open and make their way to her. She stood there, frozen in suspense. His eyes widened in shock but he didn't move. His eyes trailed from her horror stricken face, to the book she clung to, to her bare legs and back up.
He jumped from the couch, and her heart sank. She expected him to make a joke, to escape from her presence. She expected him to look at her like a mutant or maybe even ask her a question about the future. She expected anything except what she got.
He slowly walked towards her, his eyes wary. Each step was deliberate as he judged her response. He was ten feet away… eight feet… five feet… three feet... She could touch him if she would just stretch out her arms. Her heart was beating so furiously she thought it may very well pound its way right out of her chest.
He stopped inches from her, looking down into her eyes. They looked darker, emotions flowed through them. Hermione tried to speak but only a small chocking noise escaped her throat and she snapped her mouth closed. An impish grin spread across his face and her breath caught; her pulse did the impossible by quickening even more. His head dipped, moving with increasingly painful slowness. She was preciously close to dropping the books and pulling him down, when his lips finally met hers. She tossed the book to the side, stepping into the kiss. Tingles rushed lightly over her skin making her shiver and he pulled her closer to his body.
All doubt had fled her mind. She didn't care that he was from the past. That she was changing the past. She didn't even care about the predicaments it would bring about later. All that mattered was him. His lips on hers. The fiery heat he radiated. The fervor he made her feel.
He wrapped his hand around a lock of hair, pulling gently but firmly. Her head tilted backwards, his lips caressing the sensitive skin of her neck, behind her ear. She groaned heavily and he replied by tracing his tongue down her neck.
When his lips drew back Hermione staggered backwards, flustered. Her breathing was heavy, matching Sirius's. She watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, trying to calm her own breathing.
"It… It's late," she stammered.
His face broke into a wide grin as he slowly approached her. He bent down slowly, pausing just before he reached her lips. "Sweet dreams." His lips were on hers and her eyes fluttered shut. He pulled away quickly and when she opened her eyes she saw his form disappearing into the boy's dorm stairwell.
She stood frozen for a few moments. Her heart slowed and her breathing became steady once more. She bent down gently and retrieved her discarded book and headed to her own bed. She doubted she would be getting much sleep tonight.
I KNOW I KNOW!! You don't have to yell. I suck!! You hate me!! I get it. I'm sorry. But you are lucky you got this, okay? I promise to post AS SOON AS I have the next chapter written. I just can't promise you it will be quick.