A/n Sorry, no update, just went through and did a bit of editing to this chapter. Enjoy
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Sirius voice was soft with uncertain hidden in his tone. Hermione was sitting as close to him as possible, without being in his lap. They had been kissing slowly, learning each other's taste and exploring each other enthusiastically. He had lost track of her hands more than once, while trying to keep his either buried in her hair or above her shoulders, wanting to give her every opportunity to back out. He wanted her to be sure before the moved forward, knowing that this time he would not stop.
"Yes, Merlin yes!" She emphasized it with a kiss pressed hard into his lips, almost bruising. Her hands grabbed the edge of his button up shirt, making her intentions clear. "Off". With a grunt he pulled away and help her remove his shirt, trying to keep his breath steady as she pressed her palms into his bare flesh. She used her fingers tips to map out the tattoos and scars on his skin, earning herself a gasp when she brushed his nipple. He pulled her into his lap, slowly running his hands from her hips to her waist, drawing her shirt up revealing the smooth skin beneath. She helped removed her own shirt, gasping as the cold air touched her skin.
Sirius still hadn't gotten around to changing back the cooling charm Ginny had replaced the warming charm with. He was suddenly very pleased that it had continued to slip his mind, as Hermione's nipples pebbled through her thin lace bra. Running his hand over her breast he brought one hand to her jaw, leading her into another kiss, while his other hand locked around her curls. With a light tug he moved her head the way he wanted, opening her neck up to the slow brush of his lips on the pulse point. She gasped as he left soft kisses on her newly exposed flesh, rolling her hips against him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, trying to steady her breathing.
He shifted with her on top of him, trying to press more firmly into the apex between her legs. He could feel the warmth through her shorts, and rocked against her. She responded with quicker movement seeking friction. He groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest tightly against his. His hands traveled down her back, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Hermione let a moan of approval, arching her back against his touch. Smiling at her reaction, he wrapped his fingers around the globe of her cheeks, squeezing hard enough to bruise. The air was filled with their sounds of pleasure as he pressed her into his rutting, and she rolled her hips gasping.
He let his head fall back as Hermione's lips found the skin of his neck, a light brush of teeth and he had to fight against coming undone. She bit down and he jerk into her, groaning. She pulled back with a smile of smug satisfaction full of challenge. He stood up with a grunt and turned to set her back down, before she could react. He kneeled between her open knees and locked eyes as he reached for the button of her shorts. She took in a sharp breath as he eased the zipper down, teasing and with the skilled hands slid them off her bum and down her thighs. His fingers gripped her underthings as well, leaving her in nothing below the waist.
"Fuck." He let out a sound crossed between on moan and a growl, as he hooked one of her knees onto his shoulder, opening her up to his eyes. He took a deep breath, loving the smell of her arousal in the air. "You smell so good Kitten." She bit her lower lip hard while he admired her, his breath warm compared to the air around them, tickling her exposed skin. He wasted no time and with one hand holding her leg in place and the other moving to her lower lips. He pressed two fingers between them, spreading her lower lips so he could see her pretty pink color coated in her own juices. Moaning at the sight and smell he pressed forward, tongue tasting the liquid covering her. His tongue darted skillfully into her channel, trying to locate more of the delicious nectar.
Hermione brought her hand to his head, latching onto his hair, pulling tightly as he found a particularly good place and gave it more attention at her response. She rolled her hips as his fingers and tongue teased her closer and closer to the edge, where she quickly fell off with a cry of his name. She was barely aware of him moving away from her as her body recovered from her orgasm. She moaned as he took a seat next her and twisted her around, so he was settled between her legs. She arched her hips when she felt the tip on his cock brush against her drenched opening. The warmth of magic as he quickly casted a contraception charm, indicating his intention.
"Last chance Love." She growled, grabbing his shoulders and bringing him in for a hard kiss. He jerked forward in the new position, burying himself deep inside her with a single thrust. "You're so tight." His voice was strained as he tensed, doing his best to not just empty himself inside her wet, warm tunnel. He had been fantasizing about this moment for longer than he would ever admit. He groaned as she rolled her hips, lips still pressed into his, trying to encourage him to move. Slowly he pulled out and followed it by a quick thrust forward. Hermione gripped the cushion beneath her head for support as he pulled back to watch her face as he fucked in and out of her.
"Siri...Sirius!" She gasped as he grabbed her hips to manipulate their rolling, allowing him to control where he rubbed inside her. Watching her, he adjusted each thrust until he had her gasping and chanting his name as he drew out her pleasure. He slowed and changed to shallow thrusts as she came, wanting to lengthen her orgasm as much as possible. He pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees, groaning as she arched her back, presenting herself to him. The animagus part of him, hummed in approval and quickly rammed himself back into her, taking what was being offered. Sensitive, she was shaking with each of his erratic thrusts. Her thighs trembled against his push and pull, determined to give him the same pleasure he gave her. His hands at her hips the only thing keeping her from collapsing. He came, pushing in as deep as possible and groaning as she contracted around him, milking his cock of all it had to offer. Her voice muffled by the throw pillow she had buried her face in.
They settled against each other Sirius laying on his back with Hermione spread across him, legs tangled. Hermione had discarded her bra before they went again, and was basking in the afterglow of finally getting what she wanted. Sirius drew lazy circles on her back, letting his breathing slow, debating the logic of just letting himself fall asleep. The morning came all to quickly and the two ventured to their respective room, knowing that the activities of the night would have to remained just a memory, until such time as the war was over. Sirius spent as much time as possible with Harry before they returned to Hogwarts. He smiled after they had all gone and found sitting on his bed, a pair of familiar undergarments.
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Hermione hated her fifth year at Hogwarts. The Umbitch made learning impossible and stood in the way as they tried to teach themselves. She was growing more and more frustrated at the other two parts of the Golden Trio taking nothing seriously and not thinking before they act. Harry saved Mr. Weasley and they were allowed to spend a bit more time at Grimmauld, but Hermione didn't benefit from it. Ever since the time in the library, Sirius had not said two words together to her. They still shared meaningful looks and the air around them practically cracked with untampered energy, but nothing came of it.
Professor Lupin would give her knowing passing glances, filled with warning. She heard them loud and clear, not yet. Hermione was patient. She went to classes, laughed when the twins undermined Umbitch, the Slytherins were less then pleasant, and Harry was wrapped up in his dream visions that he couldn't see what was happening in front of him.
That was when 'the dream' happened. She would forevermore wish she had tried harder to stop Harry from running off chasing a trap, allowing all his friends to tag along for the ride. She had tricked Umbridge into the woods, to be dealt with by the centaurs. She would never say it out loud, but she hoped to never return to their world. She deserved everything that happened to her, after everything she had done to the people Harry cared about; Sirius, Remus, and the students of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
All in an attempt to save a man who did not need to be saved. She would remember the look of pure joy frozen on Sirius face as he fell through the Veil, and the horror filled scream that left her best friend. Harry was left alone without the only person he saw that could be his family. Someone who connected him with the parents he had lost before he could even remember them. She watched Professor Lupin retreat more into himself, the last of his Pack gone forever. Hermione laid in the Hospital wing for two weeks before being allowed to go home.
She spent the summer reliving the journey to save Sirius, only to have his death be on their hands. He came to save them instead. She marked that event as the end to their childhood, or whatever childhood they could have being friends with Harry, a magnet for trouble. She was left to wonder what could have happened if he had lived through the war and was able to keep his word to not only Harry but also herself. She, still even after he was gone, wanted to experience the future he had mentioned. The one where they would talk and come to an understanding. She scoffed at the other self-label adults, as Harry spiraled farther into depressions, and a hero complex, blaming himself for everything.
Mrs. Weasley trying to stop them from learning everything to protect themselves and Harry. With the hope of the future with Sirius gone Hermione ran head long into protecting Harry. She regretted nothing when she replaced her parent's memories, to not only protect them, but also allow her to focus her full attention on her boys. Ron and Harry were ready to fulfill what Dumbledore asked, but they weren't planners, she was. Everything came to a head at Hogwarts, the place that started their, Hermione and Harry, journey into the magical world. It was poetic that this was where it ended. Hermione, Ron, and Harry clinging to each other when their fighting was done. All that was left, was to bury the dead and look to a new future.
Hermione didn't allow herself to mourn Sirius until much later. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and her had moved into Grimmauld together, clearing it out slowly and completely so it would be a place for them to live. Once that was done and the funerals ended, Ron and Harry finished Auror training, Ginny started her Quidditch career. Hermione worked under Kingsley at the Ministry of Magic. This was when she allowed herself to begin mourning. This delay was what she would later blame for her divorce from Ron. They had all mourned and moved on with her support, and she never took the time to care for herself.
She found herself sitting on the steps leading to the memorial to the heroes who died bringing the end of Tom Riddle's reign of terror. She had spent what felt like hours staring at the names on the stone, missing the futures that could have been. They had saved the world, survived the War, but who would save them from the emptiness they all felt. She wanted to be thankful that Harry, Ron, and her all made it, but upset that that felt like it.
She shooed Neville away when he tried to keep her company wanting to sit alone thinking about the marauder who while lost still tried his best to help. He was found innocent after the war ended and thus, he was honored. He would never get to revel in that knowledge, or experience the freedom he rightly deserved. Hermione was left with a ghost of the memory of his lips pressed into hers, and his hands on her waist. The Veil having taken him away from their world, from Harry, from her.
She perked up; a thought filtered through her sorrowful clouded mind. Where does the Veil go? She quietly went home the thought sitting forever in the back of her mind as she walked slowly into her future, but it was never far away.
A/n I am planning a full-length work as a sequel for this. My goal is about 75k words, but it may end up longer. I want to get ahead in writing it before I begin posting so if you'd like more Hermione/Sirius love look out for that.