I Want the Fire Back
Summary: Hermione is obsolete – the War is over, Harry and Ron are busy, and she the mere Charms teacher at Hogwarts. When a presumably dead man comes back better than ever, she suddenly means everything... to him. SiHr
Rating: R for language, themes, sex, and whatever else may come out of my twisted little mind.
Disclaimer: It's not me who owns these characters or any plots associated with the Harry Potter books.
Chapter 8: Samhain
Hermione was ready – dress, hair, make-up, wings – all in perfect ensemble. Her eyes were lined in a bright silver liner, clashing beautifully with her brown eyes. The silver faded to a shimmering green that went back to her hairline, and the rest of her face and body (entire body) was coated in a very light silver sheen. Her wings were a dark forest green, also glittery. To account for her short dress, Hermione was wearing a pair of green boots that laced up her leg daintily, adding a strong sense of feminism to her outfit. Every sodding ray of light seemed to be bouncing off of her plentiful amount of glitter and shine, causing her to look even more angelic to Sirius.
At a loss for words at her beauty, he soundlessly stepped towards her and pulled a necklace out of his pocket as Hermione gasped in surprise.
It was a small silver faerie dangling on a black satin ribbon and silver chain. It accented Hermione's slender neck and added to the further affect of her costume.
She grinned in thanks and hugged him, neither seeming to think that any words were necessary. After the hug, Hermione pulled back to now observe Sirius' attire for the night.
When he had said rock star, he sure had meant it. He was clad in a pair of leather pants (not grotesquely tight like some men wear) and a black sleeveless shirt held together by safety pins. His blacker than the depths of hell hair was mussed up wildly so that his right earring was, for the first time since received, visible. The tiny flame leapt around the silver holding it in place, perhaps in response to Sirius' high emotions at the moment. On top of that, he was wearing a pair of black boots and a vast amount of black jewelry on his wrists and neck. But it was the next style change that really caught Hermione's eye (and her breath in her throat) – his dark eyes were lined in black eyeliner, making them appear more fathomless than ever thought possible.
She lightly brushed a lock of shiny hair away from his eye, making him shudder. They were quite the couple that night – Hermione light and flowing in her faerie costume, and Sirius dark and alluring in his costume.
"Let's go then, shall we?" he placed his arm out for her to hold onto, which she complied to easily. Tonight should be interesting – two professors had not come to a ball together in ages, and it was sure to prove direly interesting to the gossiping students. Especially when that gossip concerned the two most attractive people in Hogwarts – teachers or not.
Remus had been granted special permission to have Tonks attend the dance, and the two were waiting for Hermione and Sirius in the hall outside of Hermione's rooms.
Remus was dressed as muggle football player and Tonks was an ecstatic cheerleader. Although football was very unpopular in England, the two found that reason to make the costumes even more unique.
Waving her blue and red pompons about, Tonks grinned cheekily. "Ready to go?"
Hermione nodded, giggling at the older woman's behavior, and the four began their journey to the Great Hall.
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Hermione was pleased to see that Sirius was a brilliant dancer – he wasn't clumsy or goofy looking like most guys she'd seen dance – he was elegant and energetic, and best of all, wild. His moves were unexpected but flowed together as if he had them all choreographed before his arrival. The charms teacher soon found herself barely able to keep up with him, and left Sirius and Remus together on the dance floor as she and Tonks went for refreshments.
Before she left, she had grinned at the two best friends – one maturing and older and one exuberantly young and crazy – and said, "He's all yours to grind with now, Lupin."
The light colored brunette stopped his much less graceful dancing than Sirius and stared at Hermione in shock through his football helmet as she walked away laughing.
Recovering quickly, Remus began his dancing again, now keeping a much safer distance between him and Sirius. "You have quite the girl, there, Padfoot."
"You've no bloody idea."
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Hermione and Tonks giggled companionably as they watched their lovers dance, so different, yet so similar. Their styles were different, yes – but the look of joy and carefree-ness was quite the same. They both seemed as if they had gone back in time to their own school days, back when Prongs would have been chatting up Lily somewhere, begging her to dance, and Peter would sulk in the corner because absolutely no one would dance with him. Padfoot would be arranging an order for the girls that had asked to accompany him in his own version of freak dancing, and Remus would be lost blissfully, forgetting for the moment of what he was.
Hermione burst out laughing as Remus quickly darted further away from Sirius, now completely aware of their close proximity and remembering Hermione's playful words. Her laughter soon died as she witnessed a few too-pretty-for-their-own-good seventh years take up position behind Sirius' gorgeous body, watching him greedily as his date was not anywhere near him.
"Wotcher, Hermione – you can't be getting in trouble for attacking your students now, can you? Even if it is over a boy like Sirius Lee."
Hermione blushed at the other woman's words, not having realized that her glare was so noticeable.
As if reading her thoughts, Tonks spoke up again, "It wasn't the death-stare that caught my attention at first – it was definitely the feral growling I heard."
Deciding to change the subject to avoid further embarrassment at Tonks' rather astute observation, Hermione voiced that they should rejoin the men back on the dance floor.
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After the dance...
"Hmmm, Sirius… Oh… Stop… Stop, you eager little git." Hermione managed to speak up through her moans of pleasure as the aforementioned man sucked on her neck and worked his way down to her bare collarbone, his fingers caressing the edge of her dress above her breasts.
He pulled away, eyeliner-surrounded eyes burning with passion and want, all cares of being discovered long forgotten.
"We can't do this in the hall… A student might walk by," she panted, still regaining her breath from a few moments before when he had shoved her roughly up against a wall and molested her mouth savagely.
He made a noise like a grunt and grabbed her hand brusquely, jerking her down the hall and to the direction of their rooms.
They arrived a few minutes later, and Sirius, unsure of what exactly had come over him - but also not really caring – threw Hermione onto his bed and straddled her legs, leaning down to capture her mouth once again. He was acting as if they had been apart for years… his need burned so intensely that Hermione gasped upon feeling it pressed against her.
His tongue moved inside of her mouth, exploring and claiming her sweet crevices as his. He ran his hands down her bare shoulders, basking in the touch of her soft skin at his fingertips. God I love this dress…
His hands continued sliding until they ventured to the zipper at the back of the garment, which he had undone in a matter of seconds. His kissing had once again moved to her very exposed neck, biting and sucking the flesh between his white teeth, knowing he would mark her as his if it was the last thing he did.
Hermione moaned and literally tore off Sirius' safety-pinned shirt, eagerly running her hands over his taut chest as it loomed above her. She playfully bit one of his nipples, causing him to jump in surprise and the sudden jolt of pleasure. Smirking, he finally managed to get the dress off of her body and discarded it on the floor next to the bed. Hermione's hands shook with over-excitement as she struggled with the zipper of his pants, to which he batted her fingers away impatiently and de-pantsed himself.
Now clad only in boxers and she in a bra and panties, Sirius pushed them further up the bed, purposefully using his hips to further arouse her.
The woman moaned, knowing full well that she was wet and ready for him, and hoping to God that he would hurry.
He removed her scant remaining clothes and to her disappointment, remained in his boxers. He began teasing her nipples with his mouth, happy with the reactions he was receiving. His favorite was when she bucked her bare hips up to meet his clothed ones, causing them both to growl with hunger.
Finally fully unclothed, the two forged into one, panting from exertion and delight. Hermione bit her lip from screaming in pleasure so soon in their act, and Sirius' dark eyes rolled in enjoyment.
He brought his lips down impatiently upon hers, and his thoughts erased to be replaced with pure ecstasy.
When kissing her, there was no death. Lily and James were not his murdered friends.
When kissing him, there was no regret. The death of Bellatrix was a necessary act of revenge, not murder by her hand.
Kissing her, there was no thought of betrayal. He was not accused and convicted of a murder he would never commit.
Kissing him, there was no thought of loneliness. Her best friends had not drifted from her and moved on.
Kissing her, there were no missing five years. He had never been in hell.
Kissing him, there was no remembrance of rape. Lucius and Peter had never touched her.
Peter Pettigrew never existed.
Bushy hair and big teeth were never an issue.
Graduation day was the start of a happy life.
Mudblood was not a common name.
Blood-traitor was not used consistently.
A best friend didn't sacrifice parents, friends, and a godfather because he was predestined.
Best friends weren't murdered because of a traitor.
Now, maybe you can have the slightest idea of why their kisses are so heated, so rash, so very much needed as if their very lives depend upon their eminence. Their very sanity stemmed from those kisses – their very happiness.
Now, maybe, you can see what it is like to not only be in love as Sirius Black and Hermione Granger were – but to see just why they needed to be in love...
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A/N: It's not over! It may sound that way, but it's far from it. Okay? Okay. Short, but BITE ME. :) I've been updating VERY consistently, so just be patient and deal. Lol. Not to be bossy or anything.
You thought I made all of your dreams come true with Sirius being naked last chapter – but now, I've put him in eyeliner and leather. Oh my. Read and review please!