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"Oh my god."

Her crying woke him. Loud, anguished sobs. He sat up quickly, his sleepy eyes finding her huddled by the desk. Her arms were wrapped around her knees and her body shook with her sobs.

"Baby, don't cry," he said, pulling up his jeans and crawling to her side. He sat behind her, wrapping her in his arms. "Kitten, what's wrong?"

"We… w-w-e-e…" she hiccupped.

Was this because they shagged? It was good, so why was she so upset? Maybe she was regretting it already. Couldn't she see how good they were together? What was he going to do if she said she didn't want anything to do with him? He was sure he would never be able to touch another woman after being inside her. He would just have to convince her that she needed to be with him. But ultimately, it was her decision. If she didn't want to be with her, he wouldn't force her. He hugged her tightly. "It's okay, love."

"It wasn't s-s-supp-p-posed t-t-t-t-to happen this w-way," she sobbed. "W-w-w-we weren't-"

"Mione, it was wonderful," he said, a little disappointed. She didn't want that to happen. She never wanted to sleep with him. Now she was probably terrified about the ramifications. Smiling nonchalantly, he touched her chin. "The best shag I've ever had."

She pushed him away with a glare. Standing, she wiped at her face angrily. "You're a pig."

He sighed and stood. "Kitten, I know you're worried 'bout us being friends now. But it's fine. Just a shag between friends."

"I didn't want to shag you!" she cried. She hiccupped again and looked down at her bare feet. "And I don't want to be your friend."

Sirius took a step back in confusion. "You asked me for it. You told me to fuck you."

"I know." She sniffled. "But I didn't want it to be like that."

"What are you talking about?" His head cocked to one side, a remnant from his time as a dog. She shook her head, still crying. He took a step towards her. "Mione, what do you mean?"

"I didn't… the first time isn't supposed to be like that," she murmured. "Bent over a desk. It's…"

"Hermione," he interrupted. She looked up at him. "Before, did you want me?" She nodded. "Do you want me now?" Hesitation, but she nodded again. "But you wanted… you want to make love." Choking on a sob, she nodded again. Gods, he was so stupid. He'd been so caught up, so focused on his anger and his lust…

"Mione," he murmured. "Come here." She shook her head, and he took a step toward her. "Kitten," he purred. "Tell me what you want now."

She shook her head again. "Doesn't matter."

"Why not?" She sniffled again, wiping her eyes with a hand. Sirius closed the distance between them, cornering her against the desk. "Love, talk to me." He lifted her up, setting her gently on the desk.

"Hermione," he said slowly. "What do you want now? Do you want me to leave? If you ask me to, I'll go and never come back."

"No," she whispered. "Don't leave."

"Then tell me," he said. "Please."

"I can't," she said. "Please don't ask me." She started crying again. Sirius gathered her close to him, cradling her head to his chest.

"Do you know what I want?" he asked. Her answer was muffled against his shirt. "I want to take you out of this damned library, and go upstairs. I want to lay you down on that lovely bed of yours and make love to you all night."

"What about tomorrow?" she asked timidly.

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow I'll bring you breakfast and make love to you in the shower. We've got the day off, so we'll spend the day in bed, memorizing each others' bodies."

"But-"

"Then, when we finally come out, I'll tell everyone that you're mine." For some reason, this made her cry harder. "I'll tell everyone how you've had me bewitched since the day you pulled me out of the Veil," he murmured, rubbing her back.

"Bewitched?"

"Mm-hmm," he murmured. "By your kind, strong heart. And your brilliant mind. And your gorgeous face."

"I want to go upstairs," she whispered, looking up at him. He kissed her tears away, nuzzling her soft cheek.

"Anything you want, sweetheart." He picked her up, holding her gently in his arms. She wrapped an arm around his neck as he carried her to the door. It was still locked.

"It's time to open the door, Harry," he called loudly. A click, and the door opened. Harry, Draco, and Remus stood just past the door, watching with wide eyes as Sirius exited the library with Hermione in his arms. "Wands," he barked. Draco handed them to the still-sniffling Hermione. "Now leave us alone," Sirius growled. He carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. Her room was dark, but she flicked her wand and turned on the lights.

"New bedclothes," he mumbled.

"After… I needed a change," she said blushing. Sirius nodded mutely. He lay her down on the bed, stretching out beside her. He stroked her arm, side, and face softly. Clearing her throat, she looked up at him. "Can I get up, please?" she asked.

Sirius nodded hesitantly. "You gonna come back if you do?"

"Yes," she said. "I just want to go to the bathroom. Clean up a bit."

"Don't wash," he ordered. She looked at him strangely. "Don't take a bath," he clarified.

"Okay," she mumbled, standing. He watched her walk away, admiring the way her hips swayed with each step. She rummaged through her wardrobe, pulling out some clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

She was scared. That much was clear to him. Of what, he wasn't sure. He didn't think she was afraid of him, but he couldn't be sure of anything now. He'd been… heartbroken, for lack of a better word, when she'd come home from Zabini's. She was Sirius' girl since the day she brought him back. She was the one that cared about where he was, how he was. She took care of him, protected him while he slept. She kept the dark away with her light.

"I'm not very good at this," she said, coming out of the bathroom. She'd changed into her pajamas. The oversized 'Property of Gryffindor Lions' t-shirt and shorts had never looked better on anyone.

"At what, love?" he asked, finding his voice.

"Talking… about things like this."

"About sex?"

She shook her head. "You asked me what I want."

"And?" he prodded. "What do you want?"

"I can't," she mumbled, shaking her head again.

"Why not?" He reached out to touch her. She stepped back, shaking her head.

"Don't touch me" she said. "I can't think when you touch me."

"Okay," Sirius said, raising his hands. "No touching. Just talk to me, Mione, please?"

"I'm scared," she mumbled.

"Of what?" She looked to her feet.

"You." He looked at her with hurt eyes.

"I know I said… Hermione, I would never hit you. I'd kill myself first."

"No, I know that," she recovered. She finally met his eyes. "I'm not… I know you'd never hurt me like that. But… I'm terrified you'd hurt me other ways."

"Mione-"

"I understand, Sirius. Really, I do. You were gone so long, and I understand that you want to be a bit selfish. But I can't… I can't afford to be hurt by you."

"Listen to me," he said. "I'm an arse. I know that. But… baby, we could be good together."

"What about when you get bored, Sirius?" He stood, walking to her and dropping down on his knees.

"Give me a chance, please? I… I'll probably screw up. I know that. But I want… You're my girl, Mione. I want you."

"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered, tears beginning anew. He stood, taking her face in his hands.

"I'll try my hardest, baby," he vowed. "I can change. I'll change." Hermione nodded, leaning into him. He hugged her to him tightly as she cried softly into his shoulder. After a long moment, he pulled away from her. "Let me show you?"

She nodded slowly. He smiled and kissed her softy. "Thank you," he mumbled against her lips.

"Make love to me, Sirius," she asked softly.

"All in good time," he said with a grin. Sirius Black, Hogwarts Casanova was back. He didn't have a lot of experience in lovemaking, since most of the women he'd slept with back in the day had just been interested in sex. But Hermione made him want to be good to her. Made him want to be gentle, to make her cry with happiness from all-out intimacy. "Have you ever made love with anyone?" She shook her head. Kissing her cheek softly, he smiled. "Me neither."

"On the bed, kitten," he said. "Lie down." Hermione did as she was told, stretching out on the bed. Sirius lay down next to her and touched her face. "I'm going to kiss you now, Hermione."

"Yes, please," she mumbled, cut off by his lips. He kissed her softly, slowly, for what seemed like hours. His hands found hers, entwining their fingers as she reached up to pull his mouth closer. The grandfather clock downstairs tolled, signaling that it had been nearly an hour. Hermione remembered hearing the bell of the hour just before she'd come out of the bathroom. She pulled away with a gasp and panted for breath.

"You're still all tense, kitten," Sirius purred. "Relax."

"I can't," she mumbled. "You're… gods, Sirius, touch me."

"This isn't about getting off, Hermione," he said. "Lie on your belly and take off your shirt." She did as ordered, frowning softly. "Do you have some lotion or some oil, love?"

"Drawer on the bedside table," she said. The sound was muffled by the pillow.

"Good. My sweet little witch." He kissed the small of her back before climbing over her. He found a bottle of jasmine-scented lotion lying next to her rubber vibrator. He pulled it out of her drawer, swatting her on the arse with the toy. "You drove me crazy with this, you know," he said. He turned the vibe on, running it down her spine. "I've never jerked my dick as hard as when I heard your sweet little moans."

"You should've told me," she said. She groaned quietly when he ran the vibe over her perky bum. "You could've joined me."

"Oh, love, don't tempt me," he said. "I'll use this all over you."

"Yes, Sirius, please."

He tutted quietly. "What did I say, little witch? Lovemaking isn't about making you cum. You will though. You'll cum all over me a hundred times. But this is about making you feel something. Making you feel good, and sexy, and loved." He spilled the buzzing vibe between her legs until its tip pressed against her clit through her clothes. "Now, don't wiggle against this, baby. You'll get to cum soon enough."

Wet, cold lotion was squirted onto her back and she squealed. Sirius' hands were on her in a second, unhooking her bra and letting the straps fall. He rubbed the lotion into her skin as his hands massaged any knots from her back. The vibe buzzed away, making her want to writhe against it. She moaned when he hit a particularly sensitive spot on her spine. After he coated her entire back and arms, he pulled the vibrator from between her legs and sat it on the bed. He ordered her to lift her hips and pulled her shorts and knickers off. The vibe was replaced, this time slipping between her nether lips to buzz against her clit directly. Hermione moaned loudly as he began rubbing lotion over her arse and legs.

"Turn over," he said once he'd finished. Keeping her thighs clenched around the vibrator, she rolled over on the bed. He pulled off her bra and squirted lotion over her heaving breasts. "Pretty little tits you've got," he mumbled, dropping a kiss to her lips. She moaned again and shifted her hips as he smoothed lotion over her breasts, belly, and down to her legs.

At length, Sirius put the lotion down and pulled out the vibrator. It was coated in her slick, aromatic juices. Giving her a grin, he licked the vibe in one swipe, moaning at her taste. "Let me taste you now," he said, lying back down next to her. "But don't try to cum. Just relax and let me make you feel good." Hermione nodded weakly as he kissed her again. His hands ghosted over her breasts, playing gently with her nipples until they stood at attention. His mouth moved down her throat to her chest to one rosy peak. She arched and cried out his name when he sucked firmly on her nipple. He sucked one nipple, then the other, and made his way south. He kissed every inch of skin he could find until he came to the neatly-trimmed patch of hair between her legs.

"Spread those legs of yours, love," he rumbled against her.

"Touch me, please," she whined, spreading her legs so fast he was surprised she didn't pull something.

"Shh, relax," he said again. He moved to lie between her legs, resting his head on her thigh. He petted her mound softly while he pressed kisses to her hip. "You're so pretty here, love," he said. He spread her lips with two gentle fingers. He continued stroking her mound with one hand while he moved his face closer to her dripping pussy. "Tell me if you like something," he said.

"Oh, gods, Sirius," she moaned when he first dipped his tongue into her. "I like that. Oh god that feels so good, Sirius." He swirled his tongue around her clit and inserted two talented fingers into her aching hole. She cried out, trying to muffle the sound with her fist. Sirius pulled away, taking her hand away from her mouth.

"Don't ever be ashamed of feeling good," he said. He placed her hands on her breasts and returned to his feast. "Play with those tits while I eat you, baby," he ordered. Hermione took to it happily, plucking at her nipples while he cleaved his tongue into her. She moaned and shuddered while he supped on her like a starving man. Finally, it was too much for her and she pulled on his hair.

"I can't keep going," she said. "Please, Sirius."

Sirius locked eyes with her, his hand still on her clit. "Cum."

Hermione arched with a scream as she came. His name was ripped from her throat raggedly. He latched onto her pussy again, licking her spendings until her legs stopped shaking.

"So," he said, still rubbing her g-spot with one long figure. "Did you like that, kitten?"

She nodded. "Yes. Oh gods yes." Her body was still shaking.

"Do you want more?"

"Give me a minute," she said quietly. She opened her arms to him. "Come here."

"This looks like a naked party to me," he said, standing. He stripped off his t-shirt slowly, exposing every inch of tattooed flesh to her. His jeans came next as he peeled them off. Hermione gaped as she glimpsed his hardened manhood. She'd tried valiantly to avoid looking at him naked after she woke up. Smiling, he folded himself elegantly onto the bed next to her.

"Kiss me," she whispered as he wrapped himself in her arms. He kissed her deeply. Their hands skated over each others' bodies gently. "You're, erm, really…" She trailed off as her hand encircled his throbbing member.

"I'm really what?" he asked. He thumbed a nipple as she blushed.

"Merlin, keep doing that," she said.

"That's not an answer," he said, rubbing her clit again.

"Sirius," she whined.

"Tell me and we can end this torment."

"Oh gods. Jerk."

"Tell me."

"Git."

"Tease."

"Prat. Ohhh." He caressed her clit softly.

"Yeah, that's right," he said with a smirk. "Ohh. Now, my beautiful, vocal, sweet little girl. What were you saying about me?"

"God, Sirius, you're really big," she panted as he thrust into her hand.

"I know that," he mumbled, kissing her again. "What do you want me to do with my big, hard cock, little witch?"

"Love me," she gasped. He smiled, softly this time, and rolled onto his back. Sitting up, he held out his arms to her.

"C'mere love," he murmured. She crawled into his arms slowly. Her entire body shook with nerves as he guided her legs around his lean hips. She settled onto his lap, sinking down on him with a deep moan.

"Gods, you feel good," Sirius moaned. Hermione rested against him as she tried to get used to his size. Sirius touched her back gently. "Baby? Are you okay?"

"Yes," she mumbled. She kissed his throat softly.

"Does that feel good, sweetness?" She nodded, beginning to rise and fall against him.

"Say my name, Sirius," she pleaded.

He chuckled, kissing her nose. "Afraid I've forgotten who I'm with? Hermione. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. You feel so good around me, Granger. So tight. Perfect."

"You feel amazing," she moaned as he suckled on one bouncing breast. She rocked against him rhythmically. "

"Just amazing?" he breathed. "C'mon love. Tell me how I feel inside you."

"Oh gods, Sirius," she moaned. "You fill me up. So good."

"Baby, I've gotta cum," he said after an eternity inside her. He caressed her clit almost roughly and growled against her throat. "Please Mione. Cum with me. Please."

She arched her back and screamed his name when her orgasm hit. The wringing, milking feeling of her pussy was too much, and Sirius came inside her with a roar.

"Oh my god," she panted, slumping against him. He kissed her gently and pulled back.

"You're fantastic, Mione," he said reverently. "Never… It's never been like that."

"Never," she agreed, pressing her forehead to his. She giggled lightly. "I'm exhausted. You've worn me out."

"Good," he rumbled. He stretched out, pulling out of her and tugging her over. "Let's rest a bit, baby. Close your eyes."

"I'm cold," she mumbled. He yanked the covers over them and spooned into her back. She was asleep in seconds while he kissed her shoulder.

mmm. he's delicious. i'm just saying.