Anything But Mine
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. It is for entertainment purposes only.
Set up: Sirius Black never died. This story is set three years after the trio left
Hogwarts.Summary: Sirius has fallen for her. The only problem is that she is marrying someone else. I just don't see how you could ever be anything but mine
A/N: I have never felt so loved and hated all at once! I am sorry for the evil cliffy, so here you go! I think cookiedough had an idea if anyone ever wants to leave messages on my live journal, it's PhantomsAngel48. Meanwhile, review please! I have never had a story hit 300 reviews, and I would love to see it happen! I love you all for your support!Chapter 12 - Stay
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Why don't you stay with me
Share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
And we'll be alright as long as you stay with me, yeah
Baby, there's just no use in hiding
The way that I am feeling right now
With you standing there baby I swear I can't help but stare
Stay (The Brass Bed Song) - Josh Gracin
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Hermione's heart forgot to beat for a moment, shock ran through every muscle in her body as she felt Sirius press his lips to hers.
She had wanted this moment for so many years, and yet she had no idea what to do. She had no idea why it was happening.
Sirius moved his lips softly over hers. Her mouth was closed tightly, yet her lips were warm and soft. She wasn't kissing him back, and Sirius was afraid. Rejection was an awful thing, and it was now or never.
He brought his hands up from her side to cup her face, her warm cheeks in his palms. He tilted her head gently, keeping contact with her lips. Sirius silently begged her to respond, to kiss him back, to love him.
Hermione closed her eyes. This was cheating. She was married. Ron didn't seem to care though. Ron was sleeping with the blonde. Hermione didn't love Ron. So many thoughts ran through her mind at once.
She didn't know why this was happening, but it was her only chance to go after true happiness, even if only for a minute. Unsure of how to properly kiss, Hermione gently moved her lips back against his.
Sirius felt his heart leap. He couldn't stop the moan in the back of his throat as she finally responded to him. He moved gently with her, letting her explore the kiss. Her hands had ran up his arms, and were now clasped together around his neck.
His hands left her face, one traveling up through her soft hair, he wrapped a mass of curls around his hand. The other hand traveled down her back, resting against the cotton of her tank top. He used this hand to pull her flush with his body. The cool night air was tickling the back of his neck as her fingers rested against him.
Sirius gently deepened the kiss, running his tongue along her lips. Hermione barely opened her mouth up, but it gave him room. He quickly moved in, tasting her, opening her up further. It was Hermione who moaned this time. A sweet, sexy sound.
Sirius had to make himself break the kiss. He left her lips, but held her close to him. She slowly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Her eyes showed many things. Guilt, desire, fear. "Don't be afraid of me." he whispered.
She bit her lower lip. "I've never really kissed before. I don't know how…" she trailed off. The kiss she had shared with Krum and those few pecks with Ron were hardly kisses at all.
"You were perfect." Sirius whispered. He started to lean back to her mouth.
"Ron." she said.
Sirius stopped. "What about him?"
"I'm married. I can't cheat." she whispered.
"He did." he whispered.
She looked up at him, unshed tears in her eyes. She wanted him, but not because he felt bad for her. "I….."
Sirius raised his lips up, speaking against her ear. "You said you saw Ron kissing her in places you had never been kissed."
He trailed a line of kisses from her ear down to the corner of her mouth. "Let me kiss you in those places Hermione." he whispered, his voice husky, against her mouth.
He trailed his kisses back up to her ear as she felt her knees grow weak. "Let me show you how you should be loved. Let me show you that you are not a failure of a wife, it's your husband that is a failure. Just for tonight be my wife. Let me make love to you as if it were our honeymoon." he said.
Hermione's world spun. She clung to his shoulders with both her hands, trying to clear her mind, figure out what to do. The right thing to do would be to walk away right now, but could she walk away from everything she had ever wanted?
Sirius held her tight, afraid to loosen his grip and give her a chance to run from him. He was laying it all on the line here. It was up to her where they would go next. His heart was now in the palm of her hand.
She looked over his shoulder at the night sky. Sparkling brighter than any other star out there was his star. The dog star. Sirius. She watched it for only a moment before turning back to him. She looked into his eyes, wishing she knew where this was coming from. Closing her own eyes, she leaned up, pressing her lips to his this time.
Sirius felt relief and desire course through him at the same time. She hadn't taken off running from him. She was kissing him. She seemed uncertain, and she quickly pulled back, even in the near dark he could see her cheeks were red. "I don't know how…"
"I'll show you." he whispered, gathering her to him and kissing her. He applied just the right amount of pressure, moving his lips against hers, running his tongue along her lips, tracing them, before darting in her mouth, tasting her.
Soon she was kissing him back, moving her own tongue, finding a rhythm. Her hands were still clutching his shoulders, and he ran his hands back up to the side of her face. "Come inside." he whispered against her lips.
She nodded, and felt him lean down and pick her up, sweeping her off her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her inside. He didn't set her down until they were in his bedroom.
She looked around at the red curtains and carpet. There was a brass bed up against the wall, red and gold sheets adorned it. There was a small nightstand against the wall of the side of the bed they were standing at, the only thing on it was a snow globe. Hermione recognized it instantly, it was the star globe.
She was going to ask him about it, but he reached down and pulled her to him again, chasing away all thoughts of the snow globe. His kiss was harder, more demanding this time. His hands clutching her arms, his body hard against hers.
He didn't break the kiss as his hands traveled down to intertwine with hers. Their fingers locking together. His fingers rubbed hers, twisting them. He let go of her hands quickly, running up her arms and back to her neck.
Hermione heard the small clink of something hitting the floor but didn't bother to look down. His hand was trailing down her chest now, resting against the top of her breast.
Sirius felt his heart pounding so hard he was sure it was going to break right out of his chest. She was here, in his room, and she wanted him. She was warm and soft and everything he thought she would be.
Lifting her up, he laid her down on the bed. Slowly he crawled over her, balancing above her. She looked up at him, her hair pillowed around her face. Tonight she was his.
"I've never…." she whispered.
"I know." he replied, kissing the tip of her nose. No man had touched her before. If Sirius had it his way, no other man would ever touch her again. "Trust me." he whispered.
"I do." she replied, closing her eyes as his lips met hers again, sweet and gentle.
Sirius left her lips and started a trail of kisses across her face and down her neck, his hands still on her face. Hermione threw her head back to give him access to her neck. She felt the fire running down her spine as he gently kissed and nipped at her.
She ran her hands along the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up, he took his hands off her face and let his shirt fall to the floor.
Sirius reached down and ran his hands along her belly, gathering her tank top and pushing it up. She slipped it off as soon as he pushed it to her head. Sirius moved his kisses down to her shoulders, pushing her hair out of the way as he went. She tasted like heaven, he couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of her skin. His fingers slipped under her bra straps, slipping them off of her shoulders.
Hermione felt incredible. She knew nobody else would make her feel like this. The desperation to feel all of him was painful. She couldn't stand the waiting. She knew she wanted him now. She felt Sirius undo the back of her bra, and he threw it on the ground.
He moaned with desire when he saw her perfect breasts before him. The nipples grew hard in the exposed air. Sirius lowered his mouth to her and flicked his tongue over her hard nipples, until she was uncontrollably moaning.
Sirius lowered his hands to her legs, running his hands up them as he kissed her stomach. He ran his hands up her skirt and unzipped it. She wiggled out of it and it went flying across the room.
Hermione put her hand on Sirius' chest and gently felt him. On the couch yesterday morning she had wondered what it would feel like to touch him, skin against skin. Now she knew, it was the most amazing feeling.
Deciding she wanted more, but unsure how to ask, Hermione pushed him off of her so he would roll over. She climbed over him and ran a trail of kisses across his face. She continued her trail of kisses down his neck, onto his chest. Hermione spent a lot of time kissing his chest before working her way down.
She ran her lips and tongue along the line of his pants, until he was moaning her name. She fumbled with the zipper on his pants, and he reached down to help her, sliding out of them. Sirius reached down and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back up to his face so he could kiss her.
He could taste desire on her lips, her could smell her excitement. He needed her more than he had needed any woman before. Flipping around again, he lay over her, his hands by her head, only her lace underwear and his silk boxers separating them.
He began his trail of kisses down Hermione's body again, using his fingers to slip the lace off of her, his mouth finding her moist curls. He suckled her. Hermione didn't know it could feel this good, to be kissed like this. She looked in his eyes as he brought his face back up to her for more kisses. She could taste herself on his lips, and it was a strange yet sexy feeling.
Hermione laid on her back as he moved himself over her. She parted her legs for him, fear coursing through her along with desire. As Sirius made his entry into her soft folds, he brought his mouth down on hers again. "Trust me." he whispered against her lips, and then he plunged, taking her innocence, making her his. A feeling of violent love ripped through him, he never felt anything like this before. He was one with her, and nothing could ever take that away.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as they moved in a slow and steady rhythm. Unsure of what to do, she tried to match his pace, moving up to meet him. She must have been doing something right, because he was moaning softly and kissing her with deep, hard kisses.
When Sirius climaxed, he moaned her name. It brought her to her peak and she screamed his name. Sirius didn't pull out, he laid over her, gentle and hard. Sweat was running down their skin, pooling where they were joined together. She studied his face for a moment, before bringing her lips up to kiss him again. She began kissing him passionately.
Finally, Sirius rolled off of her, quickly gathering her to him, holding her against his chest as their hearts slowed down. She rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.
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Sirius laid awake for hours, holding her while she slept. Her gentle breath tickled his skin. Leaning down to kiss her forehead, he whispered the words he had been too scared to say tonight. "I love you."
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Hermione woke up slowly. The morning light was trickling through the window, teasing her vision. She moved and felt something warm against her stomach. They had shifted in their sleep, and were now spooning. Sirius was up against her, his body lined up perfect with hers. His arm was wrapped around her stomach, holding her tight.
Hermione sighed. This was what heaven felt like. The sun was beautiful coming up through the window. She looked over at the star globe and smiled. A twinkle on the floor caught her eye, and she moved her head slightly. There, on the floor amongst their discarded clothes, was her engagement and wedding ring. She raised her hand up, and noticed it was bare.
Before she could ponder it, a knock on the window drew her attention. There was Pig, letter attached to his foot, pecking against the glass.
Her stomach rolled, and she felt herself tremble.
"What's that?" Sirius mumbled, waking up to Pig's tapping.
"It's Pig, at your window." she whispered.
Sirius at up immediately. Ron's owl? Reaching for his wand, he waved it and the window opened. Pig swooped in immediately, dropping the letter in Hermione's lap.
She sat up, pulling the sheets up around her. "How did he know I was here?" she whispered, before opening the letter.
Hermione,
I am so sorry for yesterday. I never meant to hurt you. I know you have run to stay with Remus or Sirius, and I only ask that you come home. Let's talk and work this out. We are married, and need to act like it now.
Love,
Ron
Her tears spilled down on the fresh parchment. Sirius looked up, to see her eyes on him. Angst filled him, along with a powerful anger. He could see what was coming in her eyes.
He should beg her to stay, not to leave. He should confess his love, tell her what she means to him. Instead he looks at her, anger in his face. "Don't you ever do what makes you happy?"
"I have to do what is right." she said, pulling the sheets around her as she stands up. Slowly she reaches down and picks up her rings. Not looking Sirius in the face, she slips them back on her finger. Gathering her clothes, she steps out of his bedroom, not looking back.
If she had looked back, she would have seen the look of hurt on his face, the one tear trickling down his cheek. He had held everything for one night, and now he was loosing it all.