Author note: From this chapter on, this fic is concidered an M(R) fic and contains some adult actions. Proceed at your own risk.

Ch. 17- Intimate

"I don't care what Dumbledore said," Sirius hissed as they talked in an empty class room. Hermione had sought him out after Dumbledore had told her that Snape had chosen their side and had decided that he and Hermione would work together for the time being, get to know each other. Upon hearing that, Sirius, his jaw set, had pulled her into an unoccupied classroom and locked the door, setting a ward so that no one could hear what was said. That trick he had learned from Hermione.

"Sirius," Hermione began, sitting on the teacher's desk and looking at the young man who leaned against the center desk in front of her. "Dumbledore knows what he's doing and I agree. Snape should have at least one friend on this team and James and you are frankly not helping."

This was true, as they always quieted when Snape entered and ignored him. They made it a habit to call him by Severus within his hearing range but still called him Snivillus when alone. Remus often asked them to quit and was making a point to attempt to befriend Snape. They had reading in common and each had had a bad life and so they found likeness in that.

"At least Remus is trying," she added. "I would really like to see you try, too."

Sirius sighed and went to her, cupping her face in her hands.

"Hermione, if that is what you wish, then I will try all I can," he said and brushed her lips with his thumbs. "You are the best thing that has happened to me since Hogwarts and befriending James and Remus. Besides, Snape might yet grow on me. Believe it or not, Remus and I used to hate one another."

Hermione blinked. Sirius and Remus hated each other? That was the first she'd heard of that.

"But you guys are like brothers in my future. When you died…" she trailed off, biting her lip as tears threatened to stir in her eyes. "Sirius, he was devastated. For the longest time he pretended as if he wasn't hurting. He would get up early and clean and then ask Dumbledore for long missions. He hid his pain so well, but I often heard him cry at night. He'd cry himself to sleep. Finally, one night I went to him and we talked the night through. It helped him to talk and he never kept his emotions bottled up."

She sniffed and looked down from him as tears leaked from her barrier. Her shoulders shook with silent emotion.

Sirius put two fingers under her chin and made her look up at him. Wiping away her tears, he gazed into her eyes.

"Hermione, I'm here," he said. "We're doing all we can this time so that all the bad stuff that happened will not have happened and never will. Hermione, I meant what I said last night. I love you more than you could imagine, please will you be mine?"

Hermione choked back the newly arrived tears—tears of happiness rather than sorrow—and nodded as he leaned in to kiss her. Her mouth slightly open, Sirius ran his tongue along her lips and then entered, tasting every inch of her mouth. A moan escaped her lips as their kiss deepened and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"S-Sirius," she rasped, catching her breath. She gazed into his eyes hungrily and Sirius knew exactly what it was she wanted. A growl caught in his throat as he laid her back on the desk long ways and joined her on the desk, astride her. He leaned in and kissed her deeply on the mouth and then moved to kiss her neck as little moans escaped her parted lips. Her nervousness showed in the way she laid and in the sound of her breathing and voice. Sirius, though he didn't show it, was just as nervous. He kissed a trail down to her neck line and stopped, looking up at her.

"Hermione, you're sure you want this?" he asked, but hardly needed to as the answer was evident in her eyes.

"Oh, yes," she muttered. "I need you. I want you."

Those last three words did it. Sirius tore of his shirt and threw it onto the row of desks in front of them. Hermione sat up and shyly took of her shirt, exposing her slightly small, but nice-sized breasts in a dark blue lacey bra. She threw it with the other shirt, and looked up at Sirius, blushing. Sirius looked at her and gulped. She was perfect and he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything or anyone in his life. With confidence from Sirius's reaction, Hermione unclasped her bra from the back and let it fall of her and slid onto the floor before she—a slight flush in her cheeks—lay back onto the desk and looked back up at him. Sirius, his mind clouded over with lustful need, leaned on top of her and kissed her breast line before he trailed around one nipple with his tongue as his hand caressed the neglected breast. Hermione's moans told her that he was doing well, and he was glad. All he wanted was to make her happy, and to have her enjoy what they shared.

He switched over, giving her other nipple the same attention that he had given the first and then nibbled on it gingerly as Hermione's moans grew louder and far throatier. His other hand ghosted down her stomach, his fingers barely touching her skin, sending shivers down to her legs and throughout her body, and down further over her skirt and to her thigh, running his strong hand up under her skirt and to her groin. He rubbed the sensitive skin of her lower region through her wet panties. Hermione moaned and arched back, her legs pushing her lower half up to meet his touch. Her hands went immediately to her skirt and she unbuttoned it, and slid it off unceremoniously. She took his hand with hers and guided it into her panties. He growled against her breast, the vibration of his growl against her skin and causing her to shiver, as he pushed his hand further in, his middle finger stroking her g-spot as his pointer and ring finger held her open. Hermione's clawed at the table.

"S-Sirius," she moaned. "S-stop and just do it!"

Sirius grinned against her nipple and pushed his centermost fingers into her slowly. Her head went back and he back arched as she moaned. Sirius kissed a trail down her stomach to her panties and he pulled them off and threw them with the rest. He ran his hands up and down her thighs as his head disappeared between them. Hermione knew instantly what was to happen and took hold of the desk once more as Sirius drove his tongue deep into her hot core as she cried out his name. He lapped up her juices as she came and swirled his tongue around her inside walls, massaging the sensitive skin, as loud moans and whimpers escaped her mouth.

"S-Sirius, I want you," she said, her voice low and husky as he made his way back up to her, capturing her lips with his. "In me." She moved her hands down his chest until she reached his pants and she unzipped them, pulling them down, helping him out of them before throwing the pants with the other discarded clothing. Sirius slid out of his boxers—black satin with pink fancy hearts—and straddled Hermione, who had laid back down, passion and want in his dark eyes. "Please," she asked, her voice tiny. This voice, near-plea caused him to pull her to him by her thighs. With a moment's hesitation, Sirius pushed his erect member into her tight center as Hermione cried out his name. He moved within her, pulling out and pushing back in, setting his pace as he held onto her thighs, which she moved along in time with his thrusts. Their breath quickened and hearts raced as the united movement of their bodies sped and slowed alternately.

The tingling that had grown in Hermione's abdomen was like a shot of hot liquid that coursed through her and she knew instantly that she was near climax. She arched into him just as he thrust into her and cried out his name as she let her juices flow. Seconds later, Sirius let his jet of hot pearly white liquid shot into her, shaking their bodies before the two of them collapsed onto the table, Sirius holding her tightly to him as she lay her head on his chest. With a shuddering yawn, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Sirius smiled and sighed happily as he too drifted off into slumber.

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Rane2920072 Here's a new chapter! Enjoy!

CareBearErin Yeah, I was debating on whether it should take longer or not but this works out. Yeah, a lot of change. I got the idea from the fifth book... the piece of Snape's memory Harry saw... Actually, it'll turn out... the earlier the better... All I'm gonna say.

Nighthawk squeals Hawky, thanks for reviewing! Glad j00 like it.

Emmy-Chan Okay, I got the OMGWTF part, please explain the rest... Snape is pretty cool.