Hermione sat with her feet dangling over the ledge of her window, a cigarette lazily hanging lightly between her middle and index fingers. A thin trail of smoke rose from the tip. She took a deep drag, tilted her head back and released the puff. She brought up a thumb to brush her lip, tapping the cigarette against the windowsill to break up the ashes with her other hand. Her pale shoulder stood out against her dark hair, and her pink painted toes hung against the timeworn bricks of the house's façade.
Down on the street, the light rain made the pavement shimmer. A street lamp flickered in the fog. The quiet sounds of cars on distant streets were the only interruption to Hermione's thoughts, and she wasn't sure if the silence made her mind feel more still or wild.
Hermione took another pull from the cigarette and rested her head against the window's frame. Her thoughts drifted to the men inside the house, and she felt her moment of relief grow sour.
Since returning home drunk the day before, the men gave her a wide berth and she found her frustrations swelling with nowhere to go. They seemed to believe they had upset her in some way and were trying to give her space to cool off. They took her very seriously and were not looking to inspire her wrath. Her hexes and curses had bite. They understood that.
She knew that she needed an outlet for her anger soon; otherwise she would continue to succumb to her vices of smoking and drinking. She would rather indulge in substances than face her men, unsure where her anger and lust would lead her.
If only her men were docile.
Sirius stood in the hall, his dark eyes focused on the door across from him. He leaned nonchalantly against the wainscoting, his arms crossed. His nose twitched at the smell of her cigarettes, intrigued by the discovery of her secret vice.
He pushed off the wall and opened the door silently, slipping in unnoticed by the woman in the window. He observed her for a few minutes, taking in her authentic and vulnerable state.
Her fair legs were uncovered as she was only wearing a flannel button up. Dark hair tumbled down her back, wild and disheveled by the wind and slight drizzle of the damp night. He could see her neck and upper shoulder bared by the wide neck of the shirt and a thin white scar forked, scarcely visible against her light skin. He wondered where she had gotten it.
His gaze darkened when he noted the scars had appeared on her skin in the few hours since he had last seen her. The most visible mark was a particularly macabre crescent behind her ear.
He walked up to her, careful to remain undetected for another moment. He took in the slight blueness underneath her eyes and the pallid tone of her skin. She wasn't sleeping nearly enough, and drinking far too much. He gathered himself and reached past her to pull a cigarette from the pack by her thigh.
"Got a light?" He asked, his voice low and quiet. She started slightly but did not take long to recover. She flicked her thumb, a small flame lighting above the tip. He nodded his appreciation.
They sat in tense silence for a few minutes, Hermione cursing herself for forgetting her glamour, even while solitary. Sirius fought to control his rage but lost the battle. He had never been a patient or easily controllable man.
"So you wear a glamour every day, then?" His words were light, but his intent was clear and heavy. She sat, mute, taking another drag from the cigarette and avoiding a response.
Sirius sat, waiting for her to respond. The silence was physical and unyielding. Hermione was exhausted. She knew that Sirius' tenacity would be unrelenting, and she couldn't bring herself to fight him.
"Sirius, please just leave it alone." She muttered. Neither of them sought eye contact, both watching the unvaried street below.
"Are they recent?" He questioned, ignoring her request. She sighed.
"No." She submitted.
"From the war?" He took a deep pull from the cigarette.
"Yeah." She nodded, still refusing to turn away from the innocuous street. She felt Sirius turn towards her. He reached out with a steady hand, letting his fingers lightly trace the white branches on her shoulder.
"What is this from?" His voice was rough but his tension was not transferred by his touch. She shivered at the gentle lines he drew.
"Running from snatchers. Got hit by a stray spell from behind." She swallowed uncomfortably and pulled her collar up, moving away from Sirius. She spun on the sill, bringing her legs back into the room. She walked away from him, hoping he would understand her discomfort and retreat, but he was unrelenting. He slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her back to his front and his long fingers slipped her collar back down to reveal her upper back again.
"This looks like it was painful. Does it ever flare up?" He inspected the mark, ignoring the goosebumps that rose in response to his wandering.
His gentle touching addled Hermione's mind, her lustful impulses returning with a vengeance. She struggled to keep her mind from going blank and submitting to her bodily desires, and cleared her throat.
"Sirius, get off of me." She remained stiff in his arms, but melted when his lips traced her sensitive flesh. She bit back a whimper.
"Is it still sensitive?" His deep voice vibrated through her and she felt herself heating up irrepressibly. "Do you know what spell was used?"
Her head lolled to the side when his lips trailed further to the nape of her neck and behind her ear.
"Kitten," her core throbbed, "are you going to answer me?" Hermione was dazed, his wild scent enveloping her and lulling her into submission. She distantly remembered that she should respond, but she couldn't bring herself to make a noise.
"Sirius," she finally gasped, "what are you doing?" She struggled to keep herself restrained, but her resolve was slipping. She knew this was a last ditch effort to contain herself.
Sirius' hand tightened on her hip and he pulled her closer to him with a sharp tug. His broad chest was flush with her back and she could feel his arousal growing against the curve of her bottom. His rough stubble rasped against her soft skin and she shivered, his lips traveling up her neck and he gently kissed the scar behind her ear. She moaned at the sensitivity and her head flew back to rest against him. His other hand slid up her stomach, achingly slowly and she found herself longing for it to grasp her alongside its twin.
His hand slid between her breasts, through the valley between, and came to grip her throat loosely. He held her close to him, his grip tight enough to make her gasp but not enough to place significant pressure. The dominance he exuded was intoxicating and she was soaked.
"I have no idea." He rasped in her ear, his grasp tightening as he ground mindlessly against her. "But you need to tell me if I need to stop." His voice was desperate, but his only shred of control laying in his need to protect her. Even if it be from himself and his desires.
Hermione whimpered in his arms, her back arching into him. He held her in the dark, their hearts beating hard and in sync as they breathed heavily together. She held out for a few moments, but wasn't able to resist for long. Sirius' tongue glided up her neck and she let out a feminine gasp, her eyes slamming shut.
"Please don't stop." She groaned.
Sirius froze, unable to comprehend her consent for a moment. His arousal kicked him back into action and he gripped her tighter.
In a flash, his hand tightened around her throat and he sunk his teeth into the dip where her shoulder and neck met. Her cries spurned him on and he bit her harder, furious that she had been harmed in the past, but also angry that she had hid the scars from him. Hermione's hands scrambled to find a way to touch him, but he picked her up and threw her on the bed in the middle of the room.
Hermione rose to her elbows, quickly being overtaken by Sirius' dark form. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. He groaned into her mouth, letting his palm cup her breast gently and she moaned back into him. He reveled in her softness and his other hand slipped underneath her shirt to stroke the smooth skin of her thigh.
"Holy shit," he moaned when his fingers slipped underneath her panties, dipping into her warmth. "Oh Merlin, kitten, you are so wet." Hermione's face flushed at his candid words, but she was quickly distracted when his fingers began circling her clit.
"Sirius," she gasped, her toes twitching at the pleasure. She pulled off his shirt and smirked against his shoulder when he moaned at her ministrations. She found a sensitive spot on his neck and latched on, biting hard into him as he had done to her.
He yelped and pulled away from her, meeting her eyes with surprise.
"You bit me." Hermione smirked at him.
"You bit me." She responded, leaning forward to bite him again, but he moved suddenly. She squeaked when he flipped her over and she looked over her shoulder to see his eyes glinting with dark but amused mischief.
"I'll teach you a lesson." He smirked, biting her bottom lightly before slipping her panties off of her. She felt anxious at being so exposed, and tried to move away, but he pushed down on the center of her upper back. She started and moaned loudly when his tongue dipped into her slit and licked a wet trail from clit to opening. Her fingers dug into the sheets by her head and she struggled to remain quiet, not wanting to seem to wanton. She concentrated on retaining her composure, but his efforts down below where causing her chest to flush and her toes to clench.
Her focus was interrupted by a sharp slap on her cheek and she cried out loudly. He slid a finger deep inside of her and she gasped when he hit several spots she hadn't known even existed. He pumped leisurely, sliding his tongue across her clit and alternating pressure inside and outside of her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she bit her lip to remain quiet, but he slapped her ass hard again.
"It's not nice to hide your reactions, kitten." She could hear his proud grin, even through the fog of pleasure. She rolled her eyes at him and lifted her head to retort, but he slid another finger into her opening and she moaned at the slightest movement. He bit the inside of her thigh lightly and lapped the mark lasciviously. "Good girl. Are you ready?" He stroked his thumb against the inside of her knee, his other hand partly inside of her.
Hermione nodded heatedly, anxious to have him inside of her. "Oh God, yes, please." She wiggled her hips, hoping to entice him to enter her. He pulled away and she sighed slightly, unsure whether she felt relief or pleasure in the end of his assault.
Her reprieve was brief, however, because he returned with an increased vigor. He flipped her back onto her back and pulled a leg over his shoulder, wrapping his strong arm around her thigh to keep her spread before burying his hot mouth in her center. She fought the urge to scream when he flattened his tongue and increased the pressure on her button, sliding two fingers into her warmth and pumping hard and deep.
Hermione's back arched off the bed and she felt her vision go white momentarily, melting back into the sheets in a haze. She vaguely wondered if she had screamed, but she found herself entirely apathetic. She felt as if she was lounging in the sun on a warm day.
Sirius rose to his hands, crawling up to her to kiss her languidly. He chuckled slightly at the dazed expression on her face.
"Liked that, did you?" He smirked, his dark stormy eyes molten. She nodded, unable to speak yet. She felt hedonistic, certain that this was not the last time she would be indulging in Sirius. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her and rolling him onto his back.
Sirius went to speak again, but he released a harsh cry when Hermione slid him between her folds. His hand gripped her waist tightly, digging his fingers into her flesh as he thrust upwards involuntarily.
"Be good." She smirked down at him, slowly impaling herself on him. He tossed his head back and let out a loud groan.
"Holy fuck, kitten. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." A long string of curses fell from Sirius' lips as Hermione slowly took him deep inside of her. Hermione dug her nails into his broad chest, her fingers leaving light pink trails. She whimpered at his thickness, certain that he was the largest she had ever had, by far. She felt split.
She moved smoothly, sliding him in and out over and over again. His filthy words stroked her ego and fanned the stifling heat that threatened to swallow them whole.
"Oh God." She whispered repeatedly, her skin covered in goosebumps.
"Faster, love." Sirius begged, trying to move her harder against him, but she resisted him. She captured his wrists and pinned them beside his head, reveling in the control. She held him still, keeping the pace torturously slow and delighting in his desperation. She felt her aggression and tension pour out of her and she ground down hard into him. She gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to hasten the pace. She wanted to hear him beg.
"No." She closed her eyes and held him still. Sirius shook his head hard, trying to allow her dominance, but needing infinitely more.
"Hermione, I swear to Merlin, go faster." He groaned when she bit hard into his shoulder. He thrust up involuntarily at the pain, and she whimpered.
Her whimper caused him to lose his mind and he sat up swiftly, holding her small hands behind her in one of his. He gripped her hair hard with the other, pulling her down to kiss her possessively while thrusting fast and hard. She shook in his arms and tried to muffle her cries in his shoulder, but he growled. He fisted his hand in her hair and thrust as deeply as possible. He released her arms and let his hands dig into her bottom, seeking the best possible leverage to thrust up into her.
"I want you to fucking scream for me, kitten." He growled into her ear, and she moaned in response. He licked her neck, "I want everyone in this fucking country to hear how deep I am inside of you." She fought another cry when he ripped her shirt completely off and flicked her nipple with his tongue. "Say my fucking name, kitten. I want you to cry my name while I'm fucking you; while you're fucking me."
Hermione fought to regain control of the position, but Sirius thrust harder into her and ground himself against her. "Sirius," she whispered, "we have roommates!" She fought to keep quiet, but he laughed and groaned when she tightened around him.
"Yes, love. We do." He grinned up at her, and her eyes widened in shock before he yanked her down to him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, keeping her pinned against him before he planted his feet on the bed and pushed even deeper at this new angle. He bottomed out and she fought the urge to scream.
"I know you want to, kitten. Fucking scream. I know how fucking good it feels. Just give into it." He licked a hot trail up her neck and she shook with the effort to keep quiet. "Just think about how good it's going to feel when you cum all over my cock." Hermione moaned, her toes clenching and her eyes screwing shut.
"Oh God, oh God!" She cried in response, her fingernails cutting into the skin of his back.
"Say it, Hermione." He held her close, feeling her tightening around him. "Say my fucking name. Scream my fucking name, before I lose my goddamn mind, Hermione." He growled into her neck, thrusting mindlessly and she finally snapped.
"Oh my fucking God, Sirius!" She screamed, repeating his name over and over again before cumming harder than she had ever done in her entire life. He groaned and cried out her name, her tightness milking him and he released up into her with a series of shudders.
She fell onto his chest, boneless and sweaty. They breathed hard together for a few minutes, and he gathered her in his arms when he finally recovered. She immediately fell asleep, her head tucked into the crook of his neck and he yawned contentedly, joining her in the abyss.
Remus and Draco sat in the drawing room beneath them, passing a bottle of firewhiskey back and forth. They rolled their eyes at Sirius' obvious impatience, but neither denied their jealousy or frustration that he had gotten to her first.
Remus met Draco's eyes, his blue eyes calm yet steady.
"In due time."
