Author's Warning: this chapter contains a sex scene, however weak since it is my first attempt at writing one. So if you don't want to read it, don't read the italicized text.
And thank you, once again, to my amazing reviewers :) to all those who havent yet, please review this story! it motivates me to continue writing:)
the wierdness- thank you! i hope you enjoy this chapter, im not sure how i feel about it, it was hard to write (see authors warning)
Crazy Physco- thanks :)
RainynDawn- heehee well how did you guess where she would end up?
Raspberri13- i hope you find this chapter worth waiting for :)
JTBJAB- really? i was totally confused with the whole pool/billards thing, thanks for clearing that up- im british at heart- just trapped in an american's body :) :) so i have trouble with the different slang!
FallenCeleste- haha im so glad you like it! i wasnt sure how people would react to her new attitude, she gets... well a little outgoing when she's drunk, so i hope you like this chapter :)
trurose- heehee sorry about those spelling issues, that comes from typing the chapter up at 1 or 2 in the morning- yeah that part was a little confusing i should have cleared it up- he didnt see her dancing/kissing Harry bc he was occupied with the other red head and the floor was really crowded - sorry for the confusion and thanks for the review:)
firehottie- here you go! hope you like it!
EsScaper- thanks! i hoped i could put it into words- yes the hangovers will not be fun, but it might give them an excuse to stay upstairs for a while if needed...
Guinn Pern- yes i do! haha which is why i updated as soon as i wrote this next chapter :)
Ariesbaby- oh no, she forgives him pretty quickly ;) - it was the alcohol talking
BlackPaintedWhite- ooo a car? yes that would be nice! haha hope u like this chapter
amrawo- thank you! heres the update!
donttouchmysexyferret- heehee yes it was too bad, but if they had hooked up then, they wouldnt be hooking up now... ;)
the all mighty and powerfulM- yes, jealousy will keep creeping up on them, especially once they get to Hogwarts ;)
profet- i read your story and loved it! im going to check right after i upload this to see if its updated-it better be! haha :) and who knows if harry will find someone else- there are alot of girls at Hogwarts, so dont worry, Dean isnt completely out of the picture :)
moonyNZ- thanks! ive always thought of him as being really protective- and i read your new chapter and of course LOVED it- what are you talking about writers block? i wish i had your type of writers block! update soon!
sorry if i forgot anyone! if i did i blame it on tired-ness!
and once again, this was my first attempt at writing a sex scene, so im sorry if you are disappointed :(
please review:)
None of the characters or names or anything Harry Potter-ish (except this plot) belong to me. They belong to the genius that is J.K.Rowling.
Sirius gently carried Hermione up the flights of stairs to the top floor. The arguing in the kitchen over what had really happened growing fainter and fainter as he went. He finally reached Hermione's door, but it was shut. He tried nudging it open with his shoulder, until a wave of pain brought back the memory of pushing through the crowd with the same, now heavily bruised shoulder. He didn't want to chance Hermione waking up by putting her down, so he managed to somehow get his wand out of his pocket with Hermione still in his arms.
"Alohomora" he muttered softly, pointing at the door. It didn't budge. He tried again, this time with a more advanced unlocking spell, but achieved the same result. "Damn it" he swore under his breath. Trust Hermione to lock her door with a terribly advanced locking spell in a house full of friends. The girl was just paranoid.
His shoulder had started aching again after trying to push open her door, and he didn't feel like standing around any longer trying to get the damn door open. He turned and walked towards his door instead. He kicked the half open door open with his foot and strode over to his bed, throwing a complex locking charm over his shoulder at the door as he went. He held Hermione with one arm as he pulled back the covers with the other.
He gently laid Hermione down in between the covers and tucked her in, putting her wand on the bedside table. He was rarely this gentle or affectionate with anyone, save his godson Harry. But that was a different sort of affection. He thought of Harry as his son. Now, what with the fact he was Harry's age, he instead assumed more of a brotherly role, though still a fiercly protective one.
Hermione moved her head on the pillow, but still did not wake. She was beautiful, laying in the deep blue silken sheets, brown curls falling over the pillows and into her face. He stood there for a moment, taking it all in. Then, pulling off his shirt, which reeked of smoke and alcohol, he walked into the bathroom, intent on taking a long shower.
Hermione heard a door close and woke. She blinked groggily a few times and looked around. She was laying in a large, canopied bed, almost identical to the one she had in her own room only this one was a little larger and was hung with dark blue- almost black- silks instead of red. It was hard to make much else out in the darkness. A little light was coming in from a small window on the wall to her left, but not enough to see much, even as her eyes began to adjust. She heard someone walking around, and turn on a shower, only to hear a muttered silencing spell and then nothing.
She could just make out a door to her right where the noise had come from before it was magically silenced. Hermione knew she was in Grimmauld place, she had a vague recollection of coming in through the front door- in someone's arms. She just wasn't sure of whose room she was in now.
They must not have been able to figure out her locking spell to get into her own room, (she thought with a small swell of pride).
She quickly eliminated the possibility of Ron's or Ginny's room because she had already seen those, and would have recognized them. That left Sirius and Harry. Her heart gave a funny little leap for a moment, at the idea of being in Sirius's room-in his bed-but quickly convinced herself against this. "It must be Harry's room" she thought, "He and Ron would be the ones to take care of me" and settled back down beneath the covers.
But still, something nagged at her thoughts. Harry's room was across from her room, and Sirius was next door. That left Harry's room with no window, as it was between Sirius' room and the empty air of the stairwell. Her room and Sirius' room overlooked the street below. She gulped and sat up once more, her heart resuming its funny little lurch. She got up out of bed, feeling slightly sick, and went over to the window. Sure enough she could see the street below, looking more dismal than ever in the moonless cloudy night.
She needed to clear her head. She found her wand on the table next to the bed and, pointing it at her head, muttered a complicated incantation that would take away most of the effects of the alcohol, but unfortunately not eliminate the hangover she would have the next morning. She stood in the creeping shadows by the windows for a few minutes, contemplating her next move.
Every instinct was telling her to go next door to her own room and thank Sirius in the morning. But though her instincts were telling her one thing, a small part of her wanted to stay. She had wanted to be with Sirius all night, and now here she was, possibly in his room. Maybe she would check just to make sure it was Sirius' room before deciding what to do.
It was not uncommon for wizards to conjure a magic window on a blank wall, and Harry was perfectly capable of doing so. She slipped back into the darkness as she walked away from the window and towards the door. She would simply glance out into the hallway and figure it out immediately. Unfortunately, the handle, try as she might, would not budge. She tried as many unlocking spells as she knew, but no matter what she threw at it, the door would not open. Biting her lip in frustration (there were not many spells that she could not do) she walked over to the bathroom door.
She tried this handle, and it moved freely with her touch, uninhibited by any locking charm. As soon as the door opened, the sound that had been magically silenced filled the darkened bedroom until she had shut the door behind her.
The dark tiled bathroom within was lit dimly with a few flickering wall sconces and was very warm and damp. Harry or Sirius was still taking a shower, and was also listening to slightly loud music. They would not be able to hear her, she noted with satisfaction, as she continued to look around. This bathroom was slightly bigger than her own, and saw,with envy, it had a huge whirlpool tub in one corner.
There was a large closet to her right , and the shower was across from the closet and next to the sink, over in the left hand corner. Suddenly, the water stopped, and the shower curtain began to move. Hermione quickly dodged into the closet. Luckily, it was spacious enough for her to hide behind some towels comfortably and be completely out of sight. She heard the closet door open and soft flickering light spilled inwards as whoever it was reached in and took a towel.
Hermione resisted the temptation to look, as any movement might give her away. The door closed, and the person walked away towards the sink. Hermione heard the music turn up even louder, and shifted in the closet, staring out from the narrow crack between the closet doors. It was lucky for her that the music had been turned up.
Upon seeing Sirius, wrapped in a towel, in front of the sink, she gasped loudly and hit her elbow on the side of the closet with a loud thunk as she shifted closer to the door. He was ruffling his wet hair in front of the mirror, and his wet toned body glistened, his muscles flexing with every subtle move.
Hermione moved even closer, completely mesmerized. She had seen him shirtless once before, but she hadn't really had time to look him over. Now she did, and he was way hotter than she had thought before. A new song came on, and Sirius all of a sudden lunged towards the closet, sending Hermione flailing backwards in an attempt to conceal herself once more.
She didn't get far however, as she noticed that Sirius was not headed toward the closet. He simply turned up the already loud music, and Hermione recognized the opening strands of music now blasting from the stereo in the corner. It was a muggle song! Sirius stood there, staring into the mirror, completely lost in the song, and looking very pensive, apparently brooding over something.
There's another world inside of me that you may never see
There's secrets in this life that I can't hide
Well somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find
Well maybe it's too far away
Or maybe I'm just blind
Maybe I'm just blind
He walked over to the bathroom door, and pulled it open, peering out at the canopied bed. Hermione saw a puzzled expression on his face, as he walked out, leaving the bathroom. She quietly pushed open the closet door and stood, leaning against the doorframe, gazing at Sirius and trying to muster up enough courage to go to him. He was walking toward the bed, slowly, looking around the room for the missing girl.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
And everything in me
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
If only for your good
Sirius reached the bed. Where had she gone? The door was still closed. He sensed someone watching him and turned. She was inches from his face. They stood there, Hermione staring up into Sirius' endless gaze, Sirius staring down into her wide brown eyes.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone
Hermione reached up and ran a hand through Sirius' long, wet hair. He brought his own hand up, and placed it over hers, moving it down to his neck. She brought up her other hand to join it.
When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin
I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends
Roaming through this darkness, I'm alive but I'm alone
And part of me is fighting this
But part of me is gone
Sirius pulled her in by the waist. Their faces got closer and closer, not breaking the gaze now burning with intensity.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
And everything in me
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
If only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone
Hermione closed her eyes and felt Sirius' warm mouth on her own. She parted her lips and once more brought her hand up to his wet hair. Sirius broke the kiss for a moment, to look in her eyes, now filled with desire. He kissed her again, sick of taking it slow- he needed her. He kissed her passionately, hands roaming her body, tongue roaming her mouth. She moaned into the kiss and pressed her body up against his own, harder. His towel slipped as something else became harder.
Maybe I'm just blind
Sirius pulled her toward the bed, not breaking the kiss. He spun Hermione around, lifting her up and tossing her on the bed. She looked up at him, her expression of shock turning into a slightly embarrassed mischievous grin, as she looked his towel-less body up and down. He climbed over her, pulling her topup over her head leaving her completely exposed. She flushed, looking a little embarrassed, but Sirius quickly put his hands and mouth to work, covering her.
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
And love me when I'm gone
Everything I am
And everything in me
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down
Even if I could
I'd give up everything
If only for your good
So hold me when I'm here
Right me when I'm wrong
Hold me when I'm scared
You won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone,
Love me when I'm gone,
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
Again she moaned, and pulled him down to her. She stripped her pants off with one hand, throwing them to the floor. Sirius' mouth went lower and lower, tracing its way down to the only remaining garment, black and lacy, and in the way.
He licked just above the black lace and she arched into him, gripping the pillow behind her, and gasping for breath as he slowly, tantalizingly slid them off. He brought himself back up, face to face, on top of the very flushed Hermione, and slowly entered her. She arched again, and gripped the pillow even harder, turning her head as he moaned into her neck and began to thrust.
They cried out together, both bodies in unison, She clawed at his back in a passionate frenzy as the tension that had been building up over the past few days finally (and very literally) climaxed. Hermione's whole body shuddered with pleasure and gasped as she felt Sirius' whole body stiffen and then relax as he slumped on top of her. They lay there for a minute, breathing deeply in the tangled heap of silken sheets. Sirius shifted his weight and lay on his side, pulling Hermione to him.
"Mmm?" Sirius grunted softly in her ear, brushing back a stray sweaty lock that had fallen into her face. She turned over on her back and gazed up at his face, propped up by his elbow. "Mmm" she breathed, a faint smile crossing her lips. He smiled and lay down once more, pulling her onto his chest as they both- exhausted- fell into a deep sleep.
(The song that was playing was by 3 Doors Down -"When I'm Gone" ) (A/N– if you have never heard this song, you need to hear it! And listening to it on low or medium volume is NOT the same thing as listening to it really really loud- it's a completely different song- and a better one, that I think fits Sirius)