Sirius?
A.N. Yes I am really updating, please don't faint or anything. Everyone who read the a.n. which I have since taken down will know I haven't updated because my Dad, who I was very close too died last year. But I sorta got back into writing, and I had an idea for the next chapter. It's funny I've managed to get rid of writers and drawing block in the last day or two. Mabye it's the lemsip. Anyway, if anyone's interested I've started a SB/NT story called Saturday Morning if anyone's interested, no reviews yet (maybe it's just crappy and no one wants to say) Oh and:
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THIS STORY, AND THANKYOU FOR ALL THE SUPORT. I REALLY APPRECIATE IT.
Anyway, I'll stop rambling now, before I forget what I was going to write.
Disclaimer: Okay, so not JK Rowling, do you really think she's be writing about a 15-year-old schoolgirl and a 36-year-old man getting off? (Well that would be better than running around killing a certain schoolboy's only family off. :::cough:::) You get my point.
Chapter 6 - "Have you seen-"
Previously on 'Sirius?'
"Fancy some ice-cream?" Whispered Sirius into Hermione's hair.
/Hermione's POV/
Sirius pulled back slightly, but still had his arms around Hermione.
/I'd rather have you/
"I'd rather have you," Hermione whispered, barely audible, but Sirius heard her.
A look of horror descended on her face as she realised she had said that aloud.
/You! You made me say that! AHHH! I hate you!/
/Me! Little old me. Never./
"Would you know?" Said Sirius quietly, a grin appearing on his face. A very, very sexy grin. Oh dear.
/Wow/
/yeah. I… Ooh/
Sirius pulled Hermione to him and leant down and kissed her, gently at first, but gradualy building in intensity.
/Heaven./
/yeah/
Hermione kissed back, and after a few seconds, Sirius ran his tongue over her bottom lip. And-
/You have to go to bed with him, you just have to. I have needs as well you know!/
/yeah./
/Hermione dear, are you home?/
/yeah./
/Look, as nice as having Sirius' tongue in your mouth is, could you please bring yourself back down to reality for one teeny second?/
/Okay/
/You there?/
/Yes/
/Okay. Do you want to sleep with Sirius?/
/Yes/
/Good enough for me/
Sirius pulled away and looked down at her again.
/Sirius' POV/
/So. You've got your perfect opportunity. She's said she wants you.
Why the HELL have you stopped?/
/What if she's just drunk, wakes up tomorrow and screams bloody murder and runs off to Dumbledor?/
/You have a lot of time to think about this haven't you?/
/Well duh./
/Anyway. You're a guy, you don't care. And anyway, you need to get back on the horse or girl- whatever after Azkaban. And no, the hooker and the homeless girl don't count/
/Hey! I thought we agreed never to mention that again/
/Yeah well. So are you getting back on?/
/Yep/
/Ok, back to the snogging/
Sirius leaned back down to kiss her, and Hermione slid her arms around his neck. He lifted her up back onto the edge of the kitchen table. He kissed her, deeper than before, his hands going up to tangle in her hair.
Sirius broke the kiss and Hermione whimpered faintly, then Sirius moved himself so that he was standing between her legs. He kissed her again, and then moved down to her neck, kissing and then nipping just hard enough to leave a faint mark. He then moved down to her collar bone, leaving a trail of kisses and then coming back up to kiss her on the mouth. His hands moved down from her hair and came to rest on her waist then higher and then-
Bang.
Sirius froze. His hands up Hermione's shirt, mouth hovering over hers. One of her hands was on his back, the other tangled in his hair.
/Well your screwed/
/Bugger/
Sirius heard steps in the hallway, and finally pulled away, a panic stricken look coming to rest on his face.
"What are we going to do?" Hermione asked, still sitting on the table.
"Er. Hide in the pantry." He said moving back a little to let her off the table.
"Are you sure?" Asked Hermione, getting down off of the table nevertheless.
"Got any better ideas?" Sirius asked impatiently. The answer was obviously no, as Hermione walked around the table and heard Sirius mutter "Of all the times."
She was almost at the pantry door when-
The door flew open-
"Sirius, Have you seen-!"
A.N. Yes I am really updating, please don't faint or anything. Everyone who read the a.n. which I have since taken down will know I haven't updated because my Dad, who I was very close too died last year. But I sorta got back into writing, and I had an idea for the next chapter. It's funny I've managed to get rid of writers and drawing block in the last day or two. Mabye it's the lemsip. Anyway, if anyone's interested I've started a SB/NT story called Saturday Morning if anyone's interested, no reviews yet (maybe it's just crappy and no one wants to say) Oh and:
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THIS STORY, AND THANKYOU FOR ALL THE SUPORT. I REALLY APPRECIATE IT.
Anyway, I'll stop rambling now, before I forget what I was going to write.
Disclaimer: Okay, so not JK Rowling, do you really think she's be writing about a 15-year-old schoolgirl and a 36-year-old man getting off? (Well that would be better than running around killing a certain schoolboy's only family off. :::cough:::) You get my point.
Chapter 6 - "Have you seen-"
Previously on 'Sirius?'
"Fancy some ice-cream?" Whispered Sirius into Hermione's hair.
/Hermione's POV/
Sirius pulled back slightly, but still had his arms around Hermione.
/I'd rather have you/
"I'd rather have you," Hermione whispered, barely audible, but Sirius heard her.
A look of horror descended on her face as she realised she had said that aloud.
/You! You made me say that! AHHH! I hate you!/
/Me! Little old me. Never./
"Would you know?" Said Sirius quietly, a grin appearing on his face. A very, very sexy grin. Oh dear.
/Wow/
/yeah. I… Ooh/
Sirius pulled Hermione to him and leant down and kissed her, gently at first, but gradualy building in intensity.
/Heaven./
/yeah/
Hermione kissed back, and after a few seconds, Sirius ran his tongue over her bottom lip. And-
/You have to go to bed with him, you just have to. I have needs as well you know!/
/yeah./
/Hermione dear, are you home?/
/yeah./
/Look, as nice as having Sirius' tongue in your mouth is, could you please bring yourself back down to reality for one teeny second?/
/Okay/
/You there?/
/Yes/
/Okay. Do you want to sleep with Sirius?/
/Yes/
/Good enough for me/
Sirius pulled away and looked down at her again.
/Sirius' POV/
/So. You've got your perfect opportunity. She's said she wants you.
Why the HELL have you stopped?/
/What if she's just drunk, wakes up tomorrow and screams bloody murder and runs off to Dumbledor?/
/You have a lot of time to think about this haven't you?/
/Well duh./
/Anyway. You're a guy, you don't care. And anyway, you need to get back on the horse or girl- whatever after Azkaban. And no, the hooker and the homeless girl don't count/
/Hey! I thought we agreed never to mention that again/
/Yeah well. So are you getting back on?/
/Yep/
/Ok, back to the snogging/
Sirius leaned back down to kiss her, and Hermione slid her arms around his neck. He lifted her up back onto the edge of the kitchen table. He kissed her, deeper than before, his hands going up to tangle in her hair.
Sirius broke the kiss and Hermione whimpered faintly, then Sirius moved himself so that he was standing between her legs. He kissed her again, and then moved down to her neck, kissing and then nipping just hard enough to leave a faint mark. He then moved down to her collar bone, leaving a trail of kisses and then coming back up to kiss her on the mouth. His hands moved down from her hair and came to rest on her waist then higher and then-
Bang.
Sirius froze. His hands up Hermione's shirt, mouth hovering over hers. One of her hands was on his back, the other tangled in his hair.
/Well your screwed/
/Bugger/
Sirius heard steps in the hallway, and finally pulled away, a panic stricken look coming to rest on his face.
"What are we going to do?" Hermione asked, still sitting on the table.
"Er. Hide in the pantry." He said moving back a little to let her off the table.
"Are you sure?" Asked Hermione, getting down off of the table nevertheless.
"Got any better ideas?" Sirius asked impatiently. The answer was obviously no, as Hermione walked around the table and heard Sirius mutter "Of all the times."
She was almost at the pantry door when-
The door flew open-
"Sirius, Have you seen-!"