Ch. 18- I Will Keep You Safe

An owl sounded in the distant forest causing Hermione to stir. She looked around wildly, forgetting where she was and why she was naked before she remembered. Her eyes fell upon Sirius's sleeping face and she sighed happily. She knew that she loved him more than anything in the world and knew that, were he to ask her, she would spend the rest of her life in his arms. The owl hooted again, sounding far closer, and Sirius growled like a dog chasing pray. Hermione giggled and lay back onto the desk, resting her chin on his chest. Sirius's breath grew faster and she knew he was waking up. Flicking her tongue over his nipple, she nibbled on it gently.

"Hermione," Sirius moaned. "A man can't sleep when you're doing that."

"That's the idea," she mumbled, flicking her tongue over it once more and laughing. Her laugh was like a melodious assortment of sounds that vibrated through his skin, causing his eyes to roll back a bit. Hermione nibbled a bit more.

"Whatever that was, damn it felt good," he said. He smoothed her hair and watched as she changed over to the other, nibbling and flicking her tongue over it. "Have you not had enough?"

She laughed again, the musical sound having the same affect as before. She stopped her assault and smiled alluringly up at him. With a growl, Sirius flipped her over, once again on top and grinned toothily down at her.

"As much fun as going at it a second time would be, love," he said, huskily. "We really need to get back to the common room." Hermione sighed longingly and leaned her head back a bit as she arched to peer out the window at the growing dark. Sirius felt her body arch into his and his body instantly aroused once more.

"Yeah," she said as she lay back down slowly. "You're right." Her lips formed a pout as she gazed intently into his dark eyes. Sirius's throat caught and he licked his lips.

"Come here," he said, huskily his fingers running over her body as he kissed her deeply. They took one another again as the night grew darker.

"Come on," Sirius whispered, checking down the hall. "Coast is clear."

He held Hermione's hand tightly as they raced to the Common Room. Their second escapade had set them back well after curfew.

They reached the Fat Lady's Portrait and Sirius hissed the password waking the woman up.

"Where have you two been?" she asked—a tiny smirk on her face— as she let them in. She knew all too well where they had been. The rushed inside and looked around the deserted common room.

"I suppose this is where we say good night," Hermione asked as Sirius drew her into a hug. She nuzzled her nose into his chest.

"Hermione, you could… well…" he trailed off causing her to look up at him.

"What is it, Sirius?"

"You could share my bed with me tonight," he offered. Hermione blinked. He wanted her to share his bed. What was she to say to that?

"Then that is what I will do," she said and kissed his lips fondly. "Lead on, love."

Sirius grinned and, taking her hand in his, led her up the stairs to the dormitory he shared with James, Peter, and Remus. He put his finger to her mouth, signaling her to keep quite and she gave him a do-I-look-stupid expression that nearly caused him to laugh outright.

They entered the room and silently made their way to his bed. Hermione, finding her clothes uncomfortable, slipped out of them, leaving on only her undergarments. Sirius stared, eyes wide.

"What? Sirius, we're officially a couple," she whispered. "I shouldn't have to wear my clothes in bed with my boyfriend."

Sirius went to her and hugged her tightly.

"It's heaven just to hear you say that," he whispered into her ear.

"That I shouldn't have to wear my clothes," she asked, though she knew what he had meant.

"Funny, Hermione," he said and let her go. She slid into his bed, under his sheets and looked up at him. He shed down to only his boxers and got into bed with her.

Holding her tight as they closed their eyes, he whispered to her.

"I will keep you safe, Hermione. I love you."