He had initially been reluctant to go on holiday with Harry and his friends. Not only is so much older than them but there was the problem that was in the shape of a gorgeous brunette. At twenty-three, she had grown into her looks and was one of, if not the best looking witches Sirius had ever seen. He tried not to flirt with her, openly at least, though it was a hardship. Sirius never wanted to do anything that might cause a rift between himself and Harry. He was the last connection to his best mate he had. He not only felt like his Godfather but like his actual father some days and he wouldn't want to mess that up; Merlin did she make it difficult. There were many nights Sirius woke up, covered in sweat and the evidence of a dream about running his hands up and down the witches ample curves as she rode him, screaming his name.

It would never happen and this holiday was tempting fate. According to the itinerary that Harry's wife, Pansy, had given him, he was set to be staying in the room right next to hers. He would be able to hear everything she did. Skiing in Switzerland, thoughts of cuddling in front of a roaring fire, spreading her body out on a bearskin rug and worshipping her body.

Sirius physically shook himself, pushing the thoughts from his head as he grabbed his bag and headed down to the Portkey. As he walked into the library, his eyes immediately sought her out. She looked stunning in a pair of snugly fit denim and a black sweater, her hair down and wild, just the way he liked it. A flash of plunging his hands through it, pulling it, no. He couldn't think that way. After the greetings, Pansy had everyone around the Portkey in short order, the hook behind his navel never as comfortable as he would have liked it to be.

When they landed in the Portkey arrival bay of the magical ski resort they had booked, everyone headed towards the check-in, keys were handed out and everyone separated to settle in with plans to meet back for dinner later that evening. Sirius and Hermione were the last two on the lift, a comfortable silence between them though he yearned to press her against the wall, leaving her breathless from the trail of kisses he longed to leave down her neck and chest. The ding of the lift pulled him out of his lecherous thoughts and he held a hand out, gesturing for her lead the way out.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as she unlocked the door to her room, turning quickly when she glanced his way.

"Sirius?"

"Yes, love?"

With one hand on the doorknob, she turned to look at him.

"Would you like to have a drink after dinner this evening? With me?"

He was shocked and was certain it must have shown on his face as she pushed her door open.

"Never mind, stupid idea."

"No, no I'd love too."

She smiled and headed into her room, the door closing quietly.

All through dinner, Sirius couldn't concentrate on anything that was happening around him. The conversations being had could have been about anything for all he knew. All he could think of was what could happen after dinner. It didn't help matters that she was seated next to him, her thigh pressed against his, her hand brushing his occasionally. He chuckled as she blushed when he caught her looking at her.

Once dinner had finally ended and everyone headed to bed for an early day of skiing, he headed back up the lift with Hermione. He adored her, it wasn't just about sex for him, he loved the way she fidgeted with her fingers when she was nervous, the way her face lit up when she was excited. There were a million reasons he wanted her and maybe tonight was the night he could have her. He followed as she led him to her room, neither speaking. They stood there for a moment, an awkward silence hung around them.

"Did you need me to get some firewhisky?" He asked her quietly.

She laughed, her back was to him. "I don't want firewhisky, Sirius."

"Well, I can get-" Before he could finish, Hermione crossed the room and launched herself at him.

Sirius was many things, but an idiot wasn't one of them. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and turned, pressing her against the wall just as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He devoured her mouth as a man starved. Gripping her arse, he carried her across the room and dropped her gently on top of the bed and pulled his shirt off. She began wiggling out of her denims and he laughed. Grabbing the bottom, he yanked them off. Sirius watched as she pulled her jumper off and was left in nothing but matching lacy black bra and knickers; His mouth watered at the sight. Kicking out of his trousers, he crawled on top of her, kissing his way up her glorious body.

"You want this?" He asked her quietly

"More than you can know."