a/n: The scene below used to be chapter 8 but I decided hermione doing something like that would be too soon after the trauma of the attack. But maybe a month or few months later she might give Sirius a taste of his own medicine, cause why not? ;) There's also a deleted Antonin scene. BTW please be sure to check out my Antonin/Hermione story 'I'm the Bad Guy Duh' and I'm also starting a new sirmione 'The Secret of Making Toast' which is a lot of fun too! cheers :)
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Well Worth the Trouble:
Deleted Scenes and Alternative Ending
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One month later...
In the morning, Sirius awoke in his familiar bed, in the master bedroom back at Grimmauld Place, his current home. Despite hating the house, he knew at some point soon he'd have to buy a new house for him and his new wife. He grimaced as light poured in from the windows onto his face. He was about to rub at his eyes, to get the sleep out of them, when he realized he could not move his wrists.
"What the—?" he swore.
Sirius glanced up at either side of him to see his arms bound firmly by the wrists to the posts on the bed.
When he looked down and attempted to move his legs, he saw that his legs were as firmly tied by magical rope to the posts at the far end of the bed.
"Grand bed isn't it?" Hermione said cheerfully, coming out of the bathroom, wearing a silk robe tied around her small waist. "I do like the posts, they're very useful, aren't they?"
"I hadn't expected you to be in the mood for games so soon, my little kitten," Sirius smirked and tried to stretch out as much as was possible while constrained to the bed.
"Don't get excited too soon," Hermione said with a wink.
"Why not? I like what I see." Sirius's eyes leered at her and his face lit up when he caught sight of the high heels she wore, the same pair she wore on their wedding. For they were they only pair of high heels she had. Sirius made a mental note to buy her a whole bunch of high heels, one in every colour, because she looked more than ravishing in them...she looked good enough to eat. "I'm in heaven right now," Sirius insisted. "I'm elated you are my lady!"
Hermione walked towards him in her heels, not replying to his questions. The witch was being rather mysterious right now. What was she thinking?
He leered at her. "I wonder what are you hiding under that robe...?"
Hermione only chuckled to herself and stifled her laughter into her hand. Sirius had no idea, apparently, she was deliberately teasing the hell out of him.
"That is a surprise," she said.
"Oh well—"
"Shhh." She interrupted him.
She pouted down at him as she toyed with the sash of her bathrobe before she flipped back her hair, which was glossy and long now. "You might not enjoy this."
"Not enjoy you? Rubbish!" Sirius looked happy as a clown or as anyone could look for a person tied up. Hermione planned to change that soon.
Hermione laughed. "Maybe, but I plan to enjoy myself first."
She opened the robe as she stood in front of him.
Sirius felt his jaw drop. Bleeding hell.
Her legs stretched out a mile high as she stood in her heels before him—wearing only a black corset with a tiny black thong. She wore nothing else.
"You do know how to spoil a man." He bit out.
Hermione laughed to herself, but again said nothing, keeping a mysterious allure about her.
She stepped around the perimeter of the bed, making sure to give him a good look from every angle, even bending low to place her wand on the floor...Before she made her way towards him and sat down at the very end of the large bed—out of his reach—just where his tied up legs parted.
Sirius narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing, witch?"
"Me? Nothing." Hermione did her best Gilda impression as she gave him the wickedest grin.
But soon she was doing anything but 'nothing' as she sat, legs spread open, facing him...just out of reach..always just out of reach.
Keeping her eyes tauntingly on him, she reached a hand to lift the thong out of place and slip a few fingers in.
Sirius felt his throat tighten as he watched her dip in and out of her slit and getting weter and weter.
Pausing—and smirking again as she looked right in his eyes—she folded down the bra part of the corset so that she uncovered both of her breasts in her hands. She then began to knead them as she moaned. In between tugs of her nipples, she switched hands to dislodge the thong again and play with herself down below.
"Untie me!" Sirius demanded, wrestling against his shackles as perspiration made his long hair cling to his forehead.
"Sorry what was that?" Hermione teased. "Didn't catch that."
"Let me get some." He squirmed against his binds; his hard on so hard he thought he couldn't take it anymore.
"Oh no, I'd much rather you watch, darling, just now."
"Why?!"
"Punishment, I suppose."
"Vengeance?" Sirius asked, his eyes glazed over. "For tying you up in the hotel?"
Hermione nodded and continued playing with herself. "Correct. You could have cost me a great deal with your foolish prank." Hermione licked at her reddened lips. "Better behave better next time, perhaps?"
Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Oh, is that so?" He licked his lips in anticipation as he watched her motions.
Her hips were now moving, writhing against the bed, as she played with herself. With every moan, Sirius felt his hard-on flinch.
Sirius felt a part of himself die as she moaned and he could do nothing to help her or touch. It was the most incredibly exquisite site...even if it was torture too...he couldn't pry his eyes away from her.
"What are you thinking of?"
"It would shock you if I said...so I better not say," Hermione said and licked at her fingers, enjoying her own juices. She knew she tasted exquisite, from her lips to her toes and everything in between. She knew this was exquisite torture for Sirius right now.
Sirius bit back a moan. "Stop teasing me witch..." Then his eyes darkened as a troubling thought occurred. "You better not be thinking of Dolohov!"
Hermione visibly shuddered at the mention of the Russian's name but only shook her head. "Please, the answer to that should be obvious. Do be a gentleman, Mister Black," she said mockingly yet her hands continued to move and she seemed to still writhe in absolute pleasure, probably near the climax.
However, the pureblood was now at a breaking point.
He couldn't take it anymore. His hard on was painful by now.
It felt like his balls were going to self-implode.
"You can stop mocking me. You won!" Sirius said bitterly and hung his head, blue balls aching in his pajama pants.
His wife had truly punished him, with her own version of his prank, nonetheless. If he weren't so bitterly turned on right now, with no relief, he'd compliment the Mrs. Black for her absolutely delicious deviousness.
So he finally turned away from her to face the other direction. "I can't take this anymore, do just finish up without me. Clearly you don't need me!"
Hermione stopped playing with herself, a serious tone returned to her voice instead of the vixen voice she had used earlier. She just sounded like her usual sweet but feisty self again. "Don't need you?" she asked in shock and crept up closer to him on the bed. "I do, Mr. Black." She stared into his silver eyes and parted his pretty, long hair from his handsome face. "I was saving the best for last." She winked.
She undid her corset and took off her underwear and sat open his lap fully naked. She gasped as she felt his delicious hard wood press against her bare body.
"Oh you are very useful," she said her eyes half closing as she hurried to untie his hands. "You're useful with your hands too," she added.
"You don't say." Sirius grinned and teased her nipples with his hands before switching to his mouth to suckle at them. Hermione shoved back at his shoulders to release her before reaching into his pants to grab hold of his prized possession.
"Missus Black," he said playfully. "You are living up to your name. You are wicked." His hands rested on her hips, enjoying the feel of the soft skin and ample curves.
"Shut up and kiss me," she instructed as she straddled him.
"At your service," he growled into her ear as he pressed kisses up and down her neck and jawline.
His lips then crushed against hers and a few seconds later Hermione didn't skip a heartbeat to get him inside her...though at first she shuddered at the sudden intrusion of his full length and girth...she adjusted more and more as she began to ride him, enjoying and moaning on him.
Sirius moaned himself more gruffly as he worked her back and forth with his hands on her hips, his eyes tightly shut.
It lasted a great deal of time, sweat accumulating on both their bodies, until finally his movements became more ragged, more critical...and Sirius stared at the ceiling, trying not to finish yet finally succumbing as he grew to an even bigger size right before finishing.
"Sirius!" Hermione screamed as his engorged member finally exploded in a ribbon and litany of curse words and gasps and pulls of hair and scratches down his back.
And then it grew quiet again as Sirius kissed Hermione more gently on her pink lips and they settled back in the bed, her head resting on his chest, where his heartbeat slowly began to calm down from its former high.
"You do know how to torture a wizard." Sirius panted and wiped his hair from his brow. "You had me going for awhile there. I wasn't sure you going to give me a release!"
"I know." Hermione smirked, showing the beautifully devious goddess within her. A dragon had truly been awakened within that witch's soul. He hoped she didn't burn a whole village down with her new fire powers.
Sirius patted her gently on the behind. "This isn't how you plan to torture Dolohov, is it?"
"Oh, do shut up Sirius!"
"Good, because I want to be the only wizard tortured by you."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You may have that honour. Gladly."
"Good. Exclusively?" Sirius asked.
"Exclusively, no one else but you."
He kissed her on the top of her head again and the rest of their honeymoon from that day forward—while only in Britain and mostly relegated to the old house of Grimmauld Place—was pure bliss.
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DELETED ANTONIN/Hermione SCENE:
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"Of course, you would say that."
"You missed out," Dolohov said. "I could've shown you the time of your life!"
I 'vouldn't have taken you unwillingly! You would've been begging me to finish then licked up every drop. I have seen many babe-bushkens do the same.
"That is it!" Hermione pointed her wand at Dolohov and stared him in the eyes for the first time since the attack. She had been doing her best to ignore his existence before then. "I know you desperately want my attention, Dolohov. But I won't dignify that with a reply," Hermione hissed to the Russian. She flicked her wand to sting him with a hex. "Besides, it can probably be said that those who boast the most are desperately overcompensating."
"I don't boast babushka."
"I am NOT your babe-bushken, whatever the hell that is!"
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Deleted Sirius/Antonin prison cell scene while he is held in Grimmauld PLace:
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The Russian seemed to think that because they were the Light side that somehow that obligated them to care if he was hungry or give him
special treatment. "No one care's you're hungry!" Sirius had to tell Antonin more than twice. "You can eat a shit sandwich for all I care!"
"Sirius! You can't say that!" Hermione frowned.
"It's true! Let's not make his stay any more comfortable than it needs to be, Next he'll be asking for tv and wifi in his cell!"
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Deleted Honeymoon scene
from when they were still in the carribean:
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The next morning after the wedding, they woke up to a platter of fruit and pancakes brought to them by room service.
"Oh this is perfect Sirius!" Hermione said as she bit into an orange slice.
"Do you like it?"
"Of course." The brunette greedily started to spread butter on the toast and jam on the pancakes.
"What do you want to do today?" Sirius asked smoothly and kissed the top of her head again.
"Well I want to finish these pancakes first," the newlywed said in between bites of different morsels. "Look, they even served us English tea in a cute teapot, and oh look, chocolates!" There were a bunch of tin foiled wrapped chocolates in a dish besides the fruit. He had tipped room service heavily to make sure they pulled all the stops for their honeymoon, but now Sirius was thinking they overdid it.
Sirius started to frown as he surveyed his new wife completely decimate the meal. "Uhm pet you aren't planning on becoming as big as a hippogriff now that we're married?"
"Shut up, Sirius!"
"No, I'm seriously worried."
Hermione put down the food to give him a disbelieving look. "I wouldn't be so hungry right now if you hadn't run me ragged last night."
Now Sirius seemed pleased. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember you complaining at the time."
"I must've been deluded. I barely slept."
Sirius grabbed a cherry from out of her mouth. "Deluded is not the word I would use. Do you want to take a nap?"
He sucked in the fruit and spit out the stem...which he had turned into a knot using his tongue.
"No. Wait. How did you do that?"
Sirius winked and patted the bed beside him. He gave her a come hither look. "Come here, I'll show you."
They delayed their trip to the beach for a couple hours and the breakfast lay half-eaten on the trolley.
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After waterskiing and paragliding at the resort, they took a walk along the sandy shore as the sun was setting.
Hermione ran ahead of Sirius on the beach and sent him coveting glances over her shoulder. He waded knee deep in the blue rolling ocean but his eyes were completely fixed on her instead of the tropical scenery.
She wore a small bikini, probably the most outrageous swimwear she had ever worn. But it was well worth it to see how her new husband could not take his eyes off her.
"You're absolutely gorgeous."
"You're not too bad yourself," she teased, eyeing his flat stomach with some outlines of abs and hard, muscle.
"You know we have to go back to the Order," Sirius said placidly yet his grey eyes were as disappointed as hers.
"I know. I wish this could last forever." She bit her lip. "I hate having to tell them."
"We'll break it gently," Sirius said.
"How are we possibly going to break it gently? Oh by the way, Harry, sorry, but your godfather and I fell in love and we kind of got married. No hard feelings?"
"C'mon, Harry will be understanding. He loves you."
"He does but he loves you even more, you're his only family now, and if he feels like I'm taking you away from him..."
"Hush...you worry too much. We'll sit down at the Order and explain it all maturely and reasonably starting from the beginning...that it was their fault for insisting we work on a mission together!"
"Oh that's really mature, Sirius."
"Well, what did they expect, two attractive people alone in the tropics, it's almost as if they were setting us up!"
"I doubt McGonagall and Dumbledore we're planning on this."
"Considering Dumbledore's crazy schemes in the past, would you put it past the old man?"
"You may have a point," Hermione conceded. She looked over the deserted beachgoers where everyone was going back in to dinner or conga or more gluttony. "Either way, both the Order and the Death Eaters are going to be wanting answers soon, so we probably should leave by tomorrow or the day after."
"I'm glad you're taking this well, my love," Sirius said and pressed into her for a kiss.
"One of us has to be the mature one."
Sirius snickered. "You like that I'm not a fuddy-duddy," he said and deepened the kiss, his tongue dipping into her mouth and making her toes curl into the sand.
"MMmmmmm," Hermione could not speak while he was kissing her.
Two days of honeymoon paradise later...
There was, Hermione found out, too much of a good thing and she was starting to miss the cold familiarity of Britain. While playing newlywed games and shagging everyday for awhile had been fun and their honeymoon was going very good...with lots of beach time, sunburn, sand getting in weird places and tropical food buffets, and then hurrying back to their hotel to shag some more... well something felt lacking lately, perhaps substance. Their honeymoon had become a weird confetti of the seven deadly sins: gluttony, sloth, lust, pride, greed, and perhaps a few other things. Whoever wrote the seven deadly sins obviously didn't know Sirius, otherwise, they would've added 'pranking' as one of them. Sirius didn't even think their honeymoon was the one sacred time to not include pranks...like leaving your wife tied to the bed.
