I dont own any of the Harry Potter characters
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It's Really Good To Hear Your Voice
Saying My Name, It Sounds So Sweet,
Coming From The Lips Of An Angel
Hearing Those Words,
It Makes Me Weak
Lips of and Angel - Hinder
(amazing song sighs)
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Severus re-entered the room after searching for the toilet, only to find himself rooted to the spot in fear and confusion at the sight of the embracing couple before him. How, he asked himself, could they be alive? He had felt both of their necks, searched in vain for a pulse, felt the cooling of their skin... Was it possible that the two could truly be alive? And as he stared, his eyes fixated on the couple, he listened to their conversation as they pulled apart. It must truly be the two of them, for why would Slytherin talk about Lily and James? The thought of Lily sent a cold dagger through his heart, but the chill it gave disappeared as he heard the couples last exchange, replaced instead by a warm comfort.
"So, will you...?" Black asked, and before he even finished the sentence, Hermione had answered.
"Yes. Of course I will."
A small smile, the first true smile he had felt in a very long time, washed over his lips, giving emotion to his black obsidian eyes. Without a word, he left the room with a sweeping of his dark robes.
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He helped Hermione to her feet after a long time looking into her eyes wordlessly. His hand left hers for the briefest of moments, whilst he took the leather jacket from his own back and wrapped it around her, kissing her forehead as he slid the warm fabric over her slim arms and shoulders. He pulled her close, pressing his chapped lips to her forehead and feeling her shake with lack of food, even as his own stomach seemed to realize how long ago his last meal had been.
"Home." He said softly. It was not a question, nor was it an invitation. It was a statement, a warm admittance of comfort and understanding, an acknowledgement of the inducing of happiness into his life, lifting his heart as he held her.
"Mmmmm..." she had rested her cheek on his chest, and with a slow realization, Sirius saw that she had fallen into a peaceful sleep against him, the exhaustion of the last few hours taking toll on her. Smiling to himself, he scooped her slowly and carefully into his arms, her slim, light body cradled easily and comfortable against his chest, her only reaction to his hold to snuggle closer to him. He cradled her head to his chest, then walked out of the room, along the grand corridors in which his late cousin had resided with such madness and mania of grandeur and blood, his only interest the peacefully sleeping woman in his arms. Hermione. His Hermione.
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Harry heard the whip-like crack downstairs and sat bolt upright in his bed, blinking clumsily at the slither of light entering through the crack in the curtains. Grabbing his glasses and shoving them onto his nose, he slid from the bed, disentangling his arms from Ginny, and flicking his wand, his clothing appearing on his body in an instant. Slowly and carefully, he headed for the landing, placing a silencing charm on the floor, stopping the incessant creaking of the steps that would give him away. Common sense told him it could not be anyone unwanted- nobody else knew where Grimmauld Place was after all - yet still he was wary as he descended the stairs, wand held aloft in front of him as he stopped on the last step. He could vaguely make out a misshapen figure in the shadows.
"Who are you?" Harry asked boldly. "Show yourself."
"It's me."
Sirius' voice had never been so welcome to Harry, never had it been so reassuring or given him such a sheer sense of relief.
"Sirius!" Harry lowered his wand and jumped from the stairs, just as Sirius walked forwards, Hermione sleeping peacefully in his arms, head resting on his chest. "What happened...?"
"I'll tell you later," Sirius said quietly, stroking Hermione's hair. "I'm taking her upstairs. She needs rest." Without another word, he walked up the stairs to his room, leaving Harry to stare after him in confusion and worry. He waited for several minutes, then entered the kitchen, flicking his wand at the kettle and listening to the sound of boiling water, attempting to calm the gurgling in his stomach that was building up to an intensity such as he had never known. What had happened? Had he been right? Had the two of them had trouble and something happened to them? He'd told Ginny that he was worried but...
The door opened and Sirius walked in, looking tired and dishevelled, but somehow cheery. "Please," he said quietly, "let me eat something before you bombard me with questions about where I've been." He flicked his wand at the bread and knife on the side, which unwrapped and began to cut itself into slices. A wave of his wand later, eggs and bacon were sizzling in the frying pan and Sirius was sat quietly at the end of the table, looking at his fingers and avoiding Harry's gaze. The smell of bacon and egg drifting into his nostrils and he sighed contentedly, then flicked his wand again, the bread, eggs and bacon flying across the room to land on his plate, a knife and fork soaring from the drawer. He ate slowly, chewing deliberately, not really wanting to answer Harry's question, but knowing that he must. His slow pace filled him up quickly, but he continued to eat until there was nothing left on his plate save a few crumbs and bacon rind. Harry, who had watched him impatiently the whole time, spoke immediately.
"What happened to you?"
Sirius sighed and buried his head in his hands, kneading his eyeballs with the heel of his hands. "Harry... It's been a long few days ok... please just..."
"What happened to your arm?" Harry asked, interrupting and indicating the long red line along his godfathers forearm.
Sighing, Sirius sat back and shook his sleeve over it. "It's nothing."
"NOTHING?" Harry asked, jumping to his feet and knocking his chair backwards. "I haven't heard from you in three days, and then you suddenly appear with Hermione in your arms, telling me she needs rest, looking like you're dead on your feet, with cuts all over you and your arms bright red and scarring! How the hell is that nothing?"
Sirius looked at Harry and saw, fleetingly, James standing before him, then Lily, then Harry. Drawing from the comfort he had recieved from them, he motioned for Harry to sit down.
"Hermione wasn't Hermione the other day." He said softly.
"What? Yes she was! The two of you were making out and then you left and went up to the castle without telling us."
"No. I made out with... well.. someone who wasn't her. Didn't you notice how she drank firewhiskey, when Hermione never does? How she was holding herself differently? I took her outside, and I knew it wasn't her because she couldn't tell me my nickname, and Hermione could have given a whole list." He took a deep breath. "She got taken by Bellatrix and the scars from... a spell I did to find her..." the true stupidity of his actions, of how easily he could have found her without it, dawned on him, but he pushed it away, assuring himself that they were better off, that now nobody could do as he had done, that it was over... He sighed and went on. "I guess I overreacted, but they'd taken her and I was scared of losing her like I lost your parents... I didn't want anything to happen, and I didn't really know what I was doing... but she's safe now and... well... It's over..."
"What happened?" Harry asked stiffly.
So Sirius, hands cupping an empty cup on the table in front of him, shaking with horror at reliving what had happened, told him.
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"You really love her, don't you?" Harry queried, his dark hair casting shadows across his eyes, which would have glittered with tears had any light reached them.
"She's my everything." Sirius replied, rather nonchalantly. It was almost as though it were the easiest of theories to grasp. Oh yes, one plus one equals two, straight boys like breasts, Hermione was his whole world and worth dying for. Nothing challenging or daring. Just simplistic, straightforward.
"But... I don't understand.. why would Slytherin write a potion so that his horcrux got destroyed? Surely it'd be in his best interests to... well... to not give any ideas?"
At this, Sirius shifted in discomfort in his seat, his hand flying to his hair, running through the black fibres nervously as he looked anywhere but at his godson. It did not pass by unnoticed. Harry met his godfathers grey eyes with a somewhat stern gaze that Sirius hoped never to see again.
"What did you do?"
Sirius made a clicking noise with his tongue, then bit his lips awkwardly. "Who says I did anything?" he asked smoothly, averting his eyes and letting them rest instead on the few crumbs residing on his plate. Licking his thumb, he dotted them to clean the plate, avoiding for some precious seconds the retort that he was sure Harry would voice.
"Nobody needed to say anything! You're sitting there and can't meet my eyes! It's answer enough, don't you think?"
Sirius tapped his long fingers on the wooden kitchen table, beating a steady rhythm and closing his eyes to stop an angry answer escaping his lips. His heart fell into beat with the tapping on the wood, and as it did, he opened his eyes calmly. "Does it really matter?"
"Yes." Harry's voice was cold and Sirius sighed inwardly, shifting his position.
"Fine, I'll tell you, but please, just hear me out before you snap?" Harry nodded and sat himself down, arms crossed, waiting impatiently.
"Right... I guess I should tell you that..."
As he began to speak, Hermione opened the door and looked meaningfully at Sirius.
"Can I speak to you?" She asked softly, her face tired, but her eyes alert. Sirius looked uneasily at Harry, then stood and nodded, grasping his Godsons shoulder as he walked past.
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Uneasily, Hermione let Sirius hold her hand and lead him upstairs, her face impassive.
"Hermione...?" Sirius asked quietly, his hand cupping her cheek. "You ok?"
She nodded and smiled unconvincingly. "Fine." Sirius sighed and pressed his lips to her forehead, half worried, half comforted by her closeness.
"Sleep alright?"
"Yes..." they reached Sirius' room and Hermione led him to the bed, letting him sit beside her, meeting his dazzling grey orbs with her own brown ones and vaguely considering forgetting why she had brought him here... but then, out of the corner of her eye, she could see his leather jacket, the pocket still open, and she felt her stomach lurch. Even as he leant forward to kiss her, she pulled it towards her, looping her finger through the cold, metal chain she found, and lifting it from the pocket as his lips brushed hers.
"Sirius," She murmured against his mouth, feeling his warm breath and almost surrendering herself to the familiar sensations of desire plummeting through her.
"Shh..." he whispered back, pullng her head gently to his and carressing her mouth with such tenderness she almost fainted. "I love you.." he said softly, his hand burying itself in her hair, not noticing the object in her hand.
"Sirius... no..." she pulled back reluctantly, then looked at her hand, cold replacing the warmth in her stomach that those tender kisses had given her.
"What's wrong...?" His eyes fell on the golden chain dangling from her fingers, each individual link intertwined with the next, the complete chain threaded through a golden circle which was attached to a small object, much alike to a muggle snow-globe, set on a small plinth, wrought with golden metal around the edges. His heart clenched and he met her eyes, saying nothing, allowing her the first words.
"Where did you get this?" She asked softly. "Why do you even have one?"
Sirius gulped in an attempt to moisten his dry mouth, speaking softly and slowly. "I got it from McGonnagall... and I needed it."
Hermione stared at him in disbelief. "What possible use could you have for it? Why would you need it? I don't understand, Sirius, why..?"
"Because... I had to do something... and that was the only way to do it..."
"What could you possibly need a time turner for?" Hermione asked, jumping up.
Sirius reached out, taking her arm and pulling her back down onto the bed in front of him. "Listen to me," he said softly. "Please listen, and don't interrupt, so that I can explain..."
She nodded, albeit unwillingly, and he spoke carefully, deliberately.
"I had to go back... because... I saw what would happen if there was no potion..." he twined his fingers around hers, searching for reassurance. "I saw it... and I couldn't let it happen. So I went back five years, and worked on a potion, in Egypt, where nobody recognized me, and where I couldn't interrupt with anything happening at that moment, and I didn't talk to anyone else. I went back.. and I made the potion, then I did a spell, so that I wouldn't have to live out the five years, and I just came back to my body, here and now." He stopped, knowing she would question him, interrogate him for information.
"But you can't just do a spell! It's not that simple and... it takes ages to work a potion to its full degree! How did you know what you were doing?"
Avoiding the question, Sirius went on. "I thought about moving the book, burning it, destroying it, whatever, but I didn't because... I was the only one who knew how to stop it... because I knew I couldn't live knowing the risk was still present for someone else. So I let things pan out the same way, but I put the potion in the book, for you to find. If you needed it." He looked down at their hands, twiddling her fingers with his own. "I didn't mean for you to use it. Ideally, you weren't meant to kiss me, or put blood on my lips or... well... anything." He gulped, then looked in her eyes again, searching for something he could not identify. Fear? Love? Confusion? He could not decide what she was thinking, and his heart clutched. "I was meant to die." He said softly. "The knife would have put the horcrux into me. It started eating away at me as soon as I did the spell. If I died, it meant he died, and that meant you were safe." He stroked her face hesitantly, his eyes glistening with tears. "I'm sorry." He murmured sincerely. "I'm so, so sorry."
She shook her head slowly. "Why... why would you do that? Risk yourself that way? I mean... you didn't have to, did you?"
He smiled slightly. "For you. For any other sod who loses his girlfriend and over reacts. To try and make sure nobody else made my mistake again..." lifting her hand to his lips, he kissed it, smiling. "Because I'm an idiot."
Hermione smiled, but shook her head again. "I mean... why would you risk it all for me? I'm not... I'm not anything special.." A sadness appeared behind her eyes, and he went cold at the recognition of her lack in confidence.
"How can you say that?" He questioned. "You're the most special person I know." His hand squeezed her hand lightly.
"Sirius... you risked your life for me... and I don't even understand why!"
He frowned. Hadn't he proven already that he loved her? Had he not asked her - or been on the verge of asking, before she read his mind and answered - her to marry him? How could she not understand how he felt for her? Sighing, he tilted her chin and looked her firmly in the eyes, his voice soft, a carress of fabric on her burning ears.
"To hear the way my name sounds on your lips after you whisper I love you, just once more. To stop my world turning to ash without you and your smile. To prove my life was only worth living when your hand was in mine. To watch the first rays of sunlight bounce off your hair. To see the moonlight on your face while you sleep. To show that there was nothing, nobody, not money or my life, worth having without you. Because for once, I had a good dream, and I wanted to make it come true." He leant forward, kissing her with warm lips, wanting to convey how he felt, briefly, before pulling back. "Because I love you." He took the time-turner, twisting the chain around his fingers, holding her other against his chest, oblivious to the tears in her eyes as he spoke again.
"It's yours."
She smiled. "I hope so..." she said, feeling his heart beat under her hand.
Sirius smiled back, then shook his head. "My heart too. But... the time-turner. McGonnagall had it... and it's the one you gave in at the end of third year. The one you used to save my life." He met her eyes. "I thought it was only fair for me to return the favour." He kissed her softly, pulling back an inch, eyes half-closed. "I wanted something of yours with me..." he kissed her chastely. "Five years is a long time to be without you Hermione."
Hermione, smiling, stroked his stubble with her free hand. "Two days was too long a time." Their lips met again, warmth and love spreading from their lips to their fingers and toes, sending agreeable shudders through them as Sirius took out his wand and vanished the time turner, before laying her down on the sheets, his body above hers.
"Did you see the note at the bottom of the page?" Sirius whispered, his breath hot on her cheek as he kissed it lightly.
She shook her head slowly. Another flick of his wand, and the heavy book appeared in front of Sirius. "I didn't think you would." He replied softly. His fingers flicked through slowly, feeling the familiarity of the pages he had flicked through five years ago, in the time-turner, and then again two days ago. The page opened onto the potion instructions and Hermione realized that the hand had been familiar, given comfort so easily, because it was Sirius' own. She scanned the page, then her eyes landed on the bottom, where a small note materialized. Before she had read it, Sirius stood up, kissed her cheek, and left the room, saying only that he would be back soon.
"Your beauty makes this vault an ending presence, full of light."
You are the sun, the moon, the stars.
If my life is to end, whether now or in many years time, I want you to be the reason, the sacrifice, the bravery, that burns in my heart.
I love you, my Hermione.
Sirius
Hermione felt the smile on her lips, then looked back at the door, wondering why he had left. Vague wonderment overcame her, and she felt the unspeakable need to sleep, to lay down her head and close her eyes. A yawn escaped her lips, and she moved up the bed, sliding under the covers, falling into peacefulness in an instant.
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Sirius watched Harry as he sat and stared at his hands. His face was unreadable, impassive, giving nothing away, except for his utter dislike of the large gulp of cold tea he had taken in an attempt to calm his nerves. Needless to say, it had not succeeded.
"I don't understand." Harry said quietly. "You didn't exist five years ago... I mean... you existed but... you were in the veil... surely you had to go back on your own timeline, and you'd have just ended up.. well... in the veil again."
Sirius sat down, his face contemplating, his mind empty. "Maybe I should have done... but I didn't, did I?"
Harry shrugged. "I bet Remus could explain it all..."
Sirius grinned despite himself. "Maybe son, maybe."
Green eyes looked up with a meaningful glance. "What happened... before you went back... if you hadn't... what would have happened?"
Not wanting to answer, Sirius looked around for a distraction. He found none. "I don't want to talk about it..." He said softly.
"Sirius, she's my best friend. I deserve to know!" Seeing that Sirius felt no desire to speak, Harry leant forwards toward his godfather. "Don't do this to yourself again! Don't bottle it up again for God's sake Sirius, please!"
Looking at his shaking hands and attempting to steady them, he spoke, quietly, nervously, his voice shaken. "She... I didn't... she never kissed me... but she held my hand and... he used her... instead." He closed his eyes, carrying on. "He just... sucked at her life source... and she died. But it got rid of the part of him in me.. so... I was ok." His eyes stung as he looked at his shaking hands again. "I couldn't let it happen Harry! I'm not that kind of person alright!"
"Sirius... I don't blame you." Harry's voice was soft, understanding, comforting. Sirius felt himself relax at his words. Meeting his Godsons eyes, Harry continued. "I'd have done the same thing if I got the chance."
Sirius smiled, a small, weak smile, that showed, not true happiness, but a small sense of relief.
"But seriously, Sirius," Harry went on. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to meddle in time?"
"I didn't meddle!" Sirius insisted.
Harry laughed. "What would you call it?"
Sirius grinned. "Playing around with things that are too big for me." And without another word, he left the room, heading up the stairs, to his sleeping angel, where he could fall asleep and not care about his recent experiences. But when he reached the room, seeing her sleeping there, her eyes closed peacefully, arm curled under her head as a pillow, her hair fanning slightly behind her, sleep evaded him, and, slipping into bed in just his jeans, all he could do was lie and watch her, glorying in the beauty of the moment, contentment coursing through him as the rays of sunlight eased over her, putting her in a golden glow, angelic and glorified. He smiled, reaching for her hand and playing with her fingers. Sleep teased him, and his eyelids closed, and within minutes, he was deep in slumber, but not before he felt her move closer to him, her body pressed to his in unconscious movement.
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The kitchen light was not on, and the room was bathed in darkness. At first, Ginny wondered if there was anyone in there, and turned to leave. It was then she noticed Harry, sat with an empty cup in front of him, a silhouette in the darkness, barely visible, sat still and contemplative.
"Harry?" She asked tentatively, walking over and resting a hand on his shoulder. "Are you ok..?"
He nodded slowly, grasping her hand lightly before pulling her into his lap, his cheek resting on her shoulder. "Sirius and Hermione are back." He said softly.
Ginny made to smile, but stopped herself, her hand going to Harry's hair and running through it. "And..?"
"And.." Harry said mutely, "they've been... well they've been better I suppose."
Biting her lip, Ginny spoke. "I'm so sorry Harry.. I should have listened to you... I just didn't think they'd be in trouble."
Harry shrugged. "They're ok now." He pulled her close and closed his eyes, sighing deeply. "And don't apologize. I couldn't have done anything.."
Ginny kissed his forehead lightly. "But even so..."
"Gin," Harry murmured, "I love you."
Ginny smiled. "I love you too Harry."
He kissed her neck, nibbling warmly, then smiling up at her. "What would I do without you?"
"Well, you'd be a horny bastard," Ginny said without a moments hesitation. Harry laughed loudly, pulling her against him and settling against the back of his seat.
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"Morning sweetie," Sirius murmured as he felt her stir against him, smiling and pressing his lips against her hair.
"It's the afternoon." Hermione yawned.
Grinning, Sirius nodded, stroking her hair. "Course it is." He kissed her nose and breathed against her skin. "I got an owl from God..." he said quietly.
Hermione frowned. "Excuse me?"
"He said he was missing an angel." Attempting to hide a very broad grin, Sirius went on, while Hermione raised her eyebrows at him. "But I didn't tell him where you were," he said solemnly, "because I want to keep you forever!" Hermione snorted. "Where did you get that line from?"
"Used it." He grinned. "Several times. Couple of drunks, tell them they're angels and you want to keep them, makes putty in your hands." He winked, grabbing her arms as she went to slap him, rolling over and laughing, his arms snaking under her to tickle her armpits. She shrieked.
"SIRIUS! Get off!"
"Say please!" he probed lightly, running a finger over her.
"SIRIUS!" She warned, "I mean it! Don't you dare..."
He stifled her with a kiss, pulling back only when she had surrendered to his insistence. "That, my little angel, is no way to talk to your fiancee."
Hermione stopped and met his eyes. "Your what?"
Sirius, in the middle of bending to kiss her neck, froze. "My... fiancee... I asked..." He stopped and opened his mouth silently. "Oh." He looked down and away, eyes resting on the pillow beside her head. "I wanted... I thought you..." he gulped. "I asked you to..."
To his astonishment, Hermione burst into laughter, wriggling and moving his hands from her armpits. "That'll teach you to tickle me." She kissed him lightly, then pushed him sideways, slipping from the bed with a smile on her lips.
"You... you knew?"
"Of course I knew silly, it's not something you agree to without knowing!" She patted him on the head in a highly patronising manner, then smiled. "I'm going for a shower."
As she turned to leave, his hand found hers and he pulled her back, kissing her warmly, sweetly, tenderly. "Be quick," he murmured, eyes half lidded.
She kissed him softly. "You could always join me..?" She suggested quietly.
His hot eyes met hers, but he shook his desire away with a physical jerk of the head. "No. You're still... well... recovering at the moment... and besides..." he yawned, "I need some sleep."
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Hermione slid into the bed beside him, her hair still slightly damp from the shower, despite the drying charm she had half-heartedly cast. Her cheek rested on his chest, the warmth under her skin causing a smile to spread across her lips. Turning her head, she peppered the soft skin of his pectoral muscles with light, butterfly kisses, smiling as she felt him stir, hearing his soft groans in her ear.
"Mione..." he growled. "Stop that." He slapped her head lightly, as if to push her away. She giggled, her breath hitching and sending small ripples of warm air across his skin. He groaned, his hand finding her hair, pulling her head up and turning her face to his, his grey eyes daring, dancing at her. "Do you wish to do that again?" He growled huskily.
She shuddered as a gush of warmth spread through her, then bit her lip, nodding slowly.
"Really?" He questioned, his eyes boring into hers, bursting with influence, dominance.
Another nod, and Sirius leant upwards, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he pressed her to him, his arms wrapping around her, protectively and possessively. Gently, he turned her over, lying her on her back, kissing her fiercely. When he pulled away, he did not hesitate, and lifted the shirt she had slipped on in an attempt to show dignity. His lips brushed her skin repeatedly, but he kept them mere millimetres from her nipples, which she pushed at him without an attempt to hide her desire. He only smirked to himself, blowing softly on her skin before looking up to meet her eyes. "See how very teasing this is, Mione?" She nodded vigorously, placing her hands on his face and trying to pull him down to her chest again. He smiled, tensing his back so that he was centimetres above her skin, his breath touching her, his mouth too far away. She whimpered.
"How rude it would be to awaken someone from a peaceful slumber in such a way..." he said thoughtfully, eyes dancing. "Do you agree?"
"Mmm... yes..." Hermione gasped, pushing the back of his head forcefully. He shook his head.
"Preposterous behaviour... and for a Professor as well?" He tutted, his hand trailed over her arm languidly, and he bent forward, as if to kiss her. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door. Sirius, whose member had grown painfully in his jeans at Hermione's behaviour, let out a low growl of displeasure. "Yes?" He called, not taking his eyes from Hermione.
Harry's voice drifted under the door, "Ginny's made tea if you want some... she says it'll be ready in ten minutes."
Hermione sat up, latching her mouth onto Sirius' neck and biting him gently, then easing her lips and tongue over him. Sirius closed his eyes as he answered.
"Alright.. we'll be down in a bit."
He waited for Harry's footsteps to die away on the stairs, then pulled Hermione easily from his neck and sighed. "Suppose it's better we were interrupted then.." he rolled out of the bed and searched in his drawers for a fresh shirt. He pulled out a faded black band tee, emblazoned with a rock hand and the words 'Wand Driver'. Hermione watched as his back muscles rippled, her eyes downcast slightly, though he could not see it as he looked in the drawer. So he was glad. Was he disgusted that Slytherin had touched her in the same way? Was she supposed to let him die and not do anything, save herself for only him, even if he was going to die because of it?
As if he heard her thoughts, he turned around and walked over to the bed, caressing her cheek lightly. "Don't think I feel any less for you." He whispered. "I wish you hadn't had to do it... with him of all people... I know you wouldn't have if it wasn't neccesary..." His lips brushed her own quavering ones lightly. "If there'd been another way, I wouldn't have written that in the potion bit, would I?" She nodded slowly, lips quivering as she bit the lower one in an attempt to stem her tears. His eyes met hers with tenderness. "Don't think I don't know what you did for me Hermione. If there was a single way to show you love me, that was it... you could have let me die and you didn't... how could you even begin to think that I would love you less for loving me?" He pulled her close against him, his muscled arms flexing and holding her tight. "Never," he whispered, eyes stinging slightly, "never doubt how I feel about you. You are beautiful, and more incredible than anything I could have ever asked for. I'm not scared to touch you, I'm not disgusted with you."
"Promise?" She pleaded softly, knowing it was true, but still desperate for that open confession.
"I promise you, Hermione Granger, that there is nothing anyone could do or say that would make me not want to make love to you from dawn till dusk." His lips found her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids, and finally her lips, silent reassurance of passion and desire, of love and need. They broke apart slowly, eyes meeting easily. "Time for dinner?" He asked softly.
She nodded. "Yes... I'll just... get dressed."
Smirking, Sirius took her hand and kissed her forehead before pulling her to her feet. "Good luck finding your clothes here."
Hermione smiled up at him. "I'll just have to wear yours then, won't I?"
Sirius stared, in utter disbelief, which soon became painful arousal, as she slid the shirt from her head, revealing her naked body, then pulled a pair of his boxers from his drawer and slid into them. He bit back a loud groan, speaking quietly. "You have got a pair of pants here..." he said softly, "I seem to recall wearing them myself."
Hermione giggled, then turned to him as she pulled a large white shirt that read 'My Wand Is Bigger Than Yours!" over her head. Sirius grimaced against his growing hardness and sat down on the bed hopelessly. "I..."
She only smiled, then pulled out a pair of jeans, slipping them on, then looking at Sirius, holding them up. "My... my wand... do you..?"
Sirius started, his eyes leaving her thighs, which were now covered by his jeans, and looking her in the eyes. "Huh?" He said blankly, his member uncomfortable against his jeans.
"My wand..." she said softly. "Do you have it?"
Sirius stopped, frowned, then nodded, reaching for his jacket and extracting Hermiones wand from it, holding out for her. The moment her hand closed around it, he saw the instillment of familiarity, of safety, and smiled slightly, before sitting down again. She shrank the jeans to her size, the pair seeming to re-stitch in a more feminine style. He took her in, then said, mouth still dry. "Bra..?" he felt like a teenager, as though he had never seen a woman before, but he couldn't help it. She was wearing nothing but his own clothes... her womanhood was in his boxers, probably rubbing against the fabric as they spoke and... he bit his lip hard to stop himself thinking it, focusing intently on Hermione's answer.
"No need." She smiled at him, sliding the wand into her pocket, then walking forwards, wrapping her arms around his neck, seating herself on his lap with her legs either side of him, rubbing against him lightly. Sirius growled warningly.
"That's a big reaction Sirius..." Hermione murmured, kissing him warmly. Sirius kissed back, murmuring against her lips.
"Still think I don't want you witch?" He pushed his hips up at her. Her legs wrapped around him and he lifted her up easily, standing and kissing her deeply.
"I could be persuaded..." she said hotly.
"Later." Sirius managed, setting her down on the floor quickly. Her hand found his almost subconsciously, and they left the room together, Sirius draping his arm around her shoulders, whilst she played with his fingers. They entered the kitchen together, and Ginny jumped to her feet, hugging both Hermione and Sirius. Harry kissed Hermione's cheek, nodded at Sirius, then sat down sharply. Sirius sighed and pulled out a chair for Hermione, recieving a brief kiss on his cheek, which was emphasized by the swirl of her tongue on his skin. He stiffened, then sat down beside her uncomfortably.
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Ginny and Harry did not ask about the few days where Sirius and Hermione had been gone, and instead told them about work, Christmas, and the Weasley families latest news.
"Bill and Fleur are having a baby!" Ginny said, unable to contain her excitement. Hermione let out a soft 'aww'. Sirius smiled to himself, meeting Hermione's eyes instinctively. Warmth filled him as he saw his own affection and desires mirrored in her eyes.
"Sounds great." Sirius said, squeezing Hermione's hand.
"And," Ginny said, leaning forward as if the room were filled with other people and this was a conspiratorial whisper of a prank, "Fleur told me the little thing was made in a very steamy session. Handcuffs, whips, masks, the works.."
Sirius' eyes rolled in his head, images of Hermione tied to a bed floating before his eyes, just as her hand slid over his thigh, and up to the hard bulge in his jeans. He caught it with his own, giving her a meaningful look, which told her in no uncertain terms that she was in trouble. She felt a pool of warmth at her centre, and smiled, thinking about Sirius' boxers, now slightly wet with her own arousal.
"So, how's Ron?" Sirius asked. It had exactly the effect he wanted. Hermione's hand moved away from his erection instantly.
"Oh... he's ok... he and Luna went to Barbados for Christmas, so we haven't heard from him in a while..." Ginny shrugged. "He's still a bit sour about you though." She said thoughtfully.
"Good." Sirius smirked, "That's how it should be." He stood up, waving his wand so that the plates in front of them flew towards the sink and began washing themselves. Hermione stood too, smiling at him. As they went to leave, Harry said, quite loudly, "Hermione, how big is your wand exactly?"
Sirius grinned at her blush, then pulled her from the room.
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"You didn't tell them." Hermione stated slowly as they ascended the stairs.
"Tell them what?" Sirius asked, winding his arm around her waist and breathing in her scent deeply.
Looking him in the eyes, Hermione answered. "That we're engaged."
He rolled his eyes. "I can hardly tell them yet can I?"
"Why not?" She demanded.
He sighed, exasperated. "Because, for one, I haven't got you a ring yet. And for another, I don't have permission from your father so it wouldn't be... proper."
Hermione giggled. "Proper? Sirius Black, if ever there was an improper wizard, it's you!"
He glared at her through narrow eyes. "How so?"
"Sex before marriage," she counted off on her fingers. "Womanizing. Whips. Handcuffs. Running naked up the street, and..."
"Alright!" Sirius said, covering her mouth with his hand. "Need you list all of a mans faults."
Hermione smirked. "Who said anything about faults?" She grinned devilishly. "I especially like the idea of sex before marriage..." they exchanged a hot look, smouldering heat sending spontaneous arousal through both of them. Hermione ran her hand seductively over his arm, winked, then ran ahead of him up the stairs, her buttocks swaying as she moved. Sirius groaned in painful arousal, then raced after her, catching her around the waist on the landing outside his room and siezing her lips in a passionate kiss. He pulled back gently.
"Would your father want me to ask permission?" He said softly.
Hermione smiled, nodding shyly. "But even so..."
"Hermione," he murmured, "there are some things even the most improper wizards feel inclined to do... I'm afraid to say this is one of them." He kissed her warmly.
"How will you persuade him then?" she asked, grinning.
Sirius chewed his lip, as though deep in deliberation, then grinned. "Chocolate. Everybody loves chocolate." Smiling at his own ingenious idea, Sirius did not see Hermione shake her head.
"He's allergic. And a dentist."
"He's what?" Sirius said, as if the idea of being allergic to chocolate was unthinkable. "How could you be allergic to chocolate I mean... it's..." he trailed off and frowned. "You're not are you?"
She shook her head. "No. He likes sugar mice though, even if he does take a year to eat a single box..."
Sirius smiled and stroked her cheek. "Sugar mice it is then. And if that fails... there's always the option of a strip tease."
Smiling wickedly, he pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind them.
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He stood awkwardly, wondering what she expected of him,whether she was really ready to be with him again... "Sirius?" She asked softly. Her eyes met his with a tender expression that soothed his anxiety. He breathed again.
"Yes, Mione?"
She looked down, then up again, holding out a hand. "Are you... do you want to?"
He looked at her fingers, slowing interlacing with his own, then smiled. "I'm happy as long as I'm with you, Hermione Granger." He stepped closer, looking down at her from his extra height and smiling again. "I don't need anything except you." He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it lightly, his lips lingering. "Whatever you want, is fine by me."
Hermione smiled broadly, yet slightly shyly. "I want you... just... all of you... everything you are..." she sighed. "I... I want you to make love to me." Her eyes shifted to a spot over his shoulder and he tilted her head to look at him again.
"Say it again," he murmured softly. "Look in my eyes, and say it." He shook his head dazedly. "I don't want you doing this just because you think it's what I want."
Her amber orbs glistened in the light and he raised an eyebrow. "Can you say it?" He asked softly.
"What do you want?" She asked quietly.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Do you really need to ask?" She nodded, and so, he replied. "I want to spend my life with you. To wake up every morning with you by my side. To marry you. To have several little children with you, and to get incredibly annoyed when they walk in on us halfway through a certain steamy scenario..." his eyes were heated and michievous, yet it faded into softness as he carressed her cheek. "But tonight," he murmured, "all I want, is for you to be happy, and comfortable.. and warm." He grinned. "Because it's chilly at the moment and I don't approve." He kissed her.
She twisted his face and said firmly. "I want you to make love to me."
Warm currents of electricity shot through him as he saw the sincere desire and want within her eyes. His mouth met hers and he pulled her close, pressing her against his muscular chest, running up her shirt and over her bare back. She kissed him back with warmth, smiling into his kiss as his skilled, warm, large hands ran over the expanse of skin, caressing and tickling before his hands found the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and discarding it, taking a deep breath as their kiss broke apart, but delighting in her bare, naked upper-body. He felt a throb in his nether regions and bit back a groan as she lifted his shirt over his own head. They embraced, topless, her breasts crushed against his hard, muscular chest, the rigid muscles hot and arousing, his arms holding her firmly to him in a voiceless declaration of love, ownership, commitment. His hands slid to the front of her jeans - his jeans, he reminded himself -and he undid the button and zip, lifting her up slightly so he could pull them down with greater ease. She kicked them from her ankles, her hands interlinked behind his neck as he growled at the feel of his boxers on her slender waist.
"Minx..." he hissed against her lips. She whimpered, then undid the buckle of his belt, sliding the jeans from him and shoving them to the floor. Sirius reached his wand just before she slid them down, and murmured 'divesto' softly. The boxers that both wore disappeared from their bodies as he pulled her slowly over to the bed with him, laying her down as his mouth moved over her jaw, her neck and her shoulder, nipping, licking and sucking on the soft flesh as he went, delighting in the soft whimpers that escaped her lips, his member going rigid against her as he lay gently atop of her. His hands slid over her waist and breasts, rubbing the soft skin gently. The sound of her soft whimpers, the feel of her writhing body beneath his, was such bliss that it went directly to his loins, bathing him with an irrepressible desire to slide into her, to possess her and devote himself to her. His right hand slid down to her thighs, parting them slightly, two fingers rubbing teasingly against her slit as he continued to devour her supple skin, warm, soft and youthful. The other hand cupped the back of her head, his lips finding hers again. His fingers rubbed her softly, not entering her, but being bathed in her warm arousal, the heat and wetness emanating from her like a warm radiator on a cold winters day.
"You're beautiful," he whispered against her mouth, resting his forehead on hers as he spoke. She smiled, kissing his lips lightly.
"You're gorgeous."
He grinned. "I try my best." He slid two fingers into her slowly, enjoying the lengthy breath of air she released against his cheek. "You feel... absolutely, incredible..." he kissed her neck possessively, moving over her jaw and towards her lips, caressing her skin with his soft mouth, never touching hers, deliberately turning his head from her mouth when she attempted to capture his own. He moved slowly, his fingers gentle and deliberate, caressing her inner body. She cried out as his fingers rubbed against her sensitive nub, a beautiful glow that bathed him in the delicious warmth of sexual excitement, of physical confessions of love. He savoured his hunger for her body, for her heat around him, kissing her gently and tenderly as he increased the speed of his fingers, closing his eyes to delight in the soft gasps of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him. She whimpered beneath him, clenching her muscles around him as she approached her climax. Smirking down at her, he pulled his hand away from her, bringing it to his lips without hesitation and licking them with complete deliberation. Hermione watched him, frustration and desire combining in the depths of her amber eyes. Her desire won, and her arousal, brought so close to climax by Sirius' fingers, heightened unbearably. She shuddered, on the very edge, need plain in her expression.
"Please..." she gasped.
Sirius closed his eyes temporarily, then opened them, pulling her down, her legs either side of her hips, pressing his length against her heat. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, just as he rotated his hips against hers, feeling her entrance sliding against him. Hermione's legs tightened in climax, a loud cry of pleasure leaving her lips, echoing around the room. Sirius hissed as he felt her, and bit down gently on her shoulder, holding back his own release.
"Sirius..." she murmured against his ear.
"Mione..." he kissed her lobe softly, sucking it gently into his mouth before pulling back, blowing down the ear drum.
"I love you.." she managed, her breaths short and heavy.
Sirius growled, pushing himself against her with a fierce strength. "Do you want me?" He whispered in her ear huskily.
"Yes.." Her voice was almost inaudible above their heavy breathing, but as it reached his ears, he felt the irrepressable desire to take her, to love her, physically and emotionally. He slid into her easily, drawing back and pushing deep into her heat, feeling it surrounding him, tight, wet and warm.
"I love you..." he said softly. He thrust slowly, in and out, tempting her with a delicious taste of what he could give her... "Never doubt it..." he kissed her warmly. "I don't think I could live."
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Not a lot of plot to this one… I did consider doing the time turner chapters, then doing the whole plot over again, but I thought that would drag it out too much.. there will be a bit more about that bit soon though I think… let me know what you thought.
Mage of the Heart