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When Sirius came back downstair with Tonks, Hermione saw that something had changed in his expression. As they chatted with the others, his eyes met hers frequently. Hermione had a grateful smile for Tonks, who looked like the cat who just ate the canary.
After a while, the Weasleys, Ginny and Harry decided to go to bed. When Tonks and Remus , in turn, took the stairs leading to the bedrooms, Sirius asked Hermione softly :"Would you want to go for a walk ?"
They silently walked out of the french windows of the dining room and made they way along the path that led to the lake side terrace. They reached the marble handrail and then Sirius turned to her and whispered :
"Are you sure it's what you want, Hermione ?"
Hermione looked at him. His hair fell on his brow the way she liked, his beautiful grey eyes were looking at her with a mix of hope, and guilt, and longing. She felt such a surge of love for him that she had the impression she couldn't utter a word, yet the answer came out all by itself, in a rough whisper.
"Yes, I'm sure. I've never been as sure of anything in my life."
And with that, they were in each other's arms, kissing passionately. Sirius kissed her lips, her face, her neck. Her hands slipped under his shirt, roaming over the well defined muscles of his back. He began to unbutton his dress, kissing her breast, and she closed her eyes, burying her face in his wavy black hair, as soft as silk under her skin. She had never felt like this, as if he and she were just one. All her body was in flame, all her limbs were melting into absolute, blissfull tenderness and burning desire.
Later, when she woke up with Sirius sleeping at her side, his handsome face perfectly peacefull, she couldn't remember how they had managed to reach the little pavillion on the side of the terrace, lined with thick carpets and soft cushions in the Turkish way, before they could give free rein to their passion. Nothing in her brief and rather awkward experiences with Ron had prepared her for what she had just lived. Nothing could describe such sublime pleasure, such feeling of complete fusion.
She was where she belonged, whenever he was would be her home. With this idea, she drifted back into sleep.
Sorry for the very short chapter. But it's an important moment and I wanted to single it. The next chapter is almost ready anyway, with a very meddling Molly.