This fic was originally written in portuguese (Brazil), so please be kind and go easy on me. I'm still learning how to write in english.
This is a shortfic in 3 parts, and I'll post the chapters as I translate each one.
Hope you like it!
WICKED GAME
Part 1
Hermione had become obsessed with Sirius Black. Maybe it was the fact that he was in every corner of that dark dirty house in Grimmauld Place, which the young witch had shared with Harry and Ron after the war. Maybe it was the fact that she had been so alone in that house since Harry's wedding, and her breakup with Ron. Maybe it was the fact that she found herself entering Sirius' old room more often than would be wise. Perhaps it was the fact that her consuming curiosity had led her to rummage through the man's old wardrobe and realize that his scent was still on his clothes. That familiar smell of tobacco, leather and some expensive perfume. Maybe it was the fact that Harry confessed a thousand times that he missed his godfather. Or perhaps it was the fact that she began to dream about him, fueling her youthful and silly crush on him. It was, most likely, all of those together, mixing and stirring inside her.
Hermione has become obsessed with Sirius Black, and that made her also obsessed with getting him back. I was roughly two years of research and failed attempts until she succeeded. It took and illegal incantation and a purchased rope hidden at Borgin & Burkes, and she was able to enter the Veil and pull the man out.
It was Friday, and it had been almost a week since Sirius had returned, and the two had not spoken since. Sirius hated her, and punished her with silence. She would rather hear him yelling at her again, as he had done right after coming back to life, blaming her for playing cheat death, blaming her for bringing him back after another twelve years of a lost life. Yes, she preferred that to his cold deadly silence.
Hermione walked down the stairs of the large house. Sirius could hear her heels against the steps, and knew she was leaving for work. As usual, he didn't take his eyes off the Daily Prophet when he heard – and felt – her pass behind the couch he was sitting on, heading for the door. He heard when she stopped, probably in the doorway.
"I found a place to stay", she said, and it was the first time he'd heard her voice in three days, which was when she'd simply given up asking him to talk to her. "I'm getting all my stuff out on Sunday, if that's ok with you".
"Good", he replied dryly, turning to the next page of the paper.
Hermione sighed and left the house, closing the door carefully. When she reached the sidewalk, she found Harry, who was apparently going to visit his godfather once again. The two of them, naturally, had spent a lot of time together over the past week. Harry had told Sirius, in a shallow way, about the events of the past few years, had invited his godfather to dinner and to meet James Sirius, which Hermione believed made the man happy. Only believed, for she, in fact, did not really know. Sirius had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with her, and so she dined every past nights alone while the man visited all his old friends.
Of course Harry didn't take this situation positively. He had even been the one who had come between Sirius and Hermione when the man had yelled, in a deadly barbaric way, at her when he found out about Remus' death. But the witch had reassured her friend that everything was fine. It was a lie, since nothing was fine at all.
Sirius had returned from the Veil on Sunday. On Monday, Harry had invited the two residents at Grimmauld Place to dinner, but Hermione said she was swamped with work at the Ministry. On Tuesday, Molly threw a small welcoming party for Sirius, but Hermione said she hadn't finished the previously day's reports and would be staying late at work. On Wednesday, the Order survivors met, but, once again, the witch said that there was a doctor's appointment scheduled. She made also excuses for herself on Thursday, when Harry and Sirius went out to a pub. And now, Friday, she didn't know if Sirius would be staying home, but either way, she knew she wouldn't be included in any plans.
"Hi, Mione", Harry greeted, "how are you?"
"Great, and late", she lied.
"Do you know if Sir..."
"He's in there".
Harry stared at his friend for a long time, analyzing the witch's features and trying to figure out how she was really doing. And it didn't take much analysis for him to realize that she wasn't well. The two had been best friends for years, but it was only after the long months they spent together searching for the horcruxes that Harry began to be able to read his friend. He knew, somehow, that she wasn't well, but he also knew she wasn't willing to talk about it. The wizard then merely took her in a hug, whispering that things would get better. She dried a shy tear with the back of her hand and said goodbye to Harry before vanish into the air.
Harry made his way to the house and entered, announcing his arrival. He watched as Sirius stood up from the couch, closing the newspaper and flashing a smile at his godson as he turned to him for a hug. The older man took the younger wizard's face between his hands.
"I swear to Merlin that if it weren't for those eyes I could swear you're your father".
Harry cracked a smile at his godfather. He liked being compared to James. Not only because James was his father, but because he was a very loved and cherished person by Sirius and Remus, two people whom Harry loved and cherished himself. For the young wizard, being compared to his father was the best compliment he could ever receive.
"I saw Hermione when I arrived", Harry said feigning unpretentiousness.
"Yeah, she went out to work or whatever she does", Sirius replied, rolling his eyes.
"You're being too hard on her", Harry scolded, and watched the older man roll his eyes once more as he returned to the couch and indicated an armchair for his godson to sit in.
With a wave of his wand, Sirius conjured two cups and a teapot. Naturally, the teapot poured the cups by itself, while the man pulled a cigarette packet from his inner jacket pocket and placed a cigarette between his lips. Harry sat down facing the man and sipped from his cup.
"Maybe I am", Sirius replied, shrugging, "But it's done now".
"You could apologize to her", Harry said, setting his cup down on the coffee table.
"Apologize to her?", Sirius replied offended, "She should apologize to me, I did nothing wrong!"
"She apologized to you, in case you don't remember"
"I don't remember that", Sirius pointed out stubbornly.
"Yes, she did", Harry sighed, bringing a hand to his temple, showing fatigue, "But you must not have listened, since you were to busy yelling at her. I believe she apologized between the I hope you're happy to ruin my life and the I hate you"
For the first time in his life, Harry saw Sirius ashamed. The godfather's face was flushed and he was staring at his hands, which were nervously fiddling with the cigarette in his lap.
"She asked to stay with us at the house, you know", Harry continued. Sirius finally stared at him, wearing his mask of indifference once again. The young wizard almost laughed.
Harry had learned many things about the older man since the summer he had spent with him before his fifth year at Hogwarts. He had learned that all of Sirius' arrogance and indifference were nothing but a mask, which he wore to hide the fact that he was, in reality, very thoughtful and sensitive. In a very few moments, a very attentive person would be able to see trough the mask. And this had been one of those moments.
"She said something about having found a place to stay, but I must confess I thought she had gotten an apartment"
"She hasn't found a decent flat yet", Harry replied, "So she's staying with me, Ginny and the boys until she finds one"
"She could stay here", Sirius shrugged, "Her stuff is already all over the place anyway, it's note like I care if she stays"
"Funny you'd mention that, Sirius, because it sounds a lot like you care", Harry gave a debauched smile.
"I get it, okay?", Sirius crossed his arms, "I'll... argh... apologize to her. You're unbearably just like your old man, that prat"
Harry smiled satisfied.
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By the time Hermione reached Grimmauld Place, it was relatively late. She had wandered down Diagonal Alley for hours on end, trying to pass the time before heading home. His home. There wasn't much work to be done, since for the past two days she had stayed late advancing her reports, not even thinking that if she advanced too far, there wouldn't be anything left to do at the end of the week. The witch took a deep breath before entering the house of number 12, and was surprised to find that the house was full.
"Finally you're here!", Ginny exclaimed, running over to the witch and giving her a crisp kiss on her cheek as she offered a glass of what Hermione believe to be Firewhisky.
The newcomer's eyes ran the living room and visualized that all the Weasley were present, as well as their peers. Luna, Neville, Seamus and even Shackelbolt himself were there.
"What took you so long?", George asked.
"I... uh... was stuck on some reports", Hermione replied.
"Reports?", Shackelbolt raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you already hand me the week's reports yesterday?"
Hermione's eyes ran around the room, noticing that several of the people there were staring at her with interest, the same suspicious expression as the current Minister. Including him. Those grey eyes burned into Hermione's, staring at her with interest. She looked away very quickly.
"Hermione is the most competent employee in the Department", Shackelbolt said to Arthur, but loud and clear for anyone who would listen, "This week, for example, she advanced all the work and now I'll have to find what to pass on her!"
Hermione's face burned red.
"There were other reports about... about... I'm going to change", she answered quickly and left the room, going up the stairs practically running, with the glass of Firewhisky still in hands.
She walked into her room and closed the door, sighing with relief and dropping the glass on a dresser. She took off her shoes, loosened the collar of her shirt, let down her hair, and headed for the bathroom while she unbuttoned her pants. She urgently needed a hot bath to relax the muscles in her shoulders. The witch stripped off the rest of her clothes and stepped into the shower. She locked her breath and stuck her head under the water and stayed there until she needed to breathe again. It relaxed her as the water fell over her face and wet her hair. She took a relatively long shower, dressed in tight jeans and a white turtleneck sweater that wasn't too heavy, since the temperature was mild. She combed her hair and went downstairs.
Laughter echoed from the living room and she decided to go to the kitchen to help herself to a glass of water before returning to that racket, since she felt her lips were too dry. She walked back to the living room with the glass in hand and Angelina approached her, taking the water glass from her and replacing it with one full of Firewhisky.
"No way, it's Friday!", she spoke loudly, and Hermione let out a laugh when she realized that her friend was already slightly drunk, "I didn't leave the children with their grandparents to come here and see you drinking water!"
"The water was just to quench my thirst, the whisky is for fun", Hermione explained, a smile playing in her face.
"That's the spirit!", George exclaimed, clinking his glass against Hermione's and toasting her as he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist.
"I'm going to get some more drinks from the warehouse", Ron announced, wedging himself between Angelina and George, "Do you three want anything in particular?"
"Bring the leprechaun absinthe", George replied.
"George?!", Angelina stared at him incredulously.
"What? We are free of children for two whole days! I only leave here loaded!"
Hermione laughed and Ron nodded, stepping between them towards the kitchen, and the witch noticed that the redhead had a huge scratch that started on the side of his neck and disappeared down the inside of his short collar.
"Is Ron hurt?", she asked, worried, and George laughed mischievously.
"Yes, from all the wild sex he and Lavender have been having", he replied, and Angelina elbowed him at the ribs, "OUCH! But it's true! She's turned into a female version o Bill since the end of the war, raw steaks and broken furniture during sex. OUCH, stop hitting me, woman!"
Sirius was close by and listened to the subject with some interest. After all, when he "died" everyone there was just kids. Ron was, what? Fifteen at most. And now he was having a rather hectic sex life, complete with broken furniture and scratches on his neck. Sirius couldn't help but feel a certain envy. He didn't know how long he'd been relieving himself alone for lack of company in bed.
"I'm glad Ron found someone to try new things with", Hermione replied and Sirius perked up his ears, a smile playing on his lips. Was the witch jealous? He knew, of course, that the two of them had dated, Harry told him. And apparently the younger Weasley didn't usually have that kind of sex with the brunette.
"See? I told you she's fine with it", George said to Angelina, who rolled her eyes and pushed her husband away, engaging in a conversation with Hermione without his presence. However, the two women were interrupted by Ginny, who pulled Angelina by the arm saying that George had thrown up on the hallway carpet. The woman exclaimed something like "every damn time" and walked of, leaving Hermione alone.
Sirius took the opportunity and stood beside the witch, who took a few seconds to realize his presence, but pretended not to have noticed. The older man cleared his throat before speaking.
"I don't hate you", he said, and she stared at him with her big brown eyes and one raised eyebrow.
"I'm really relieved to hear that", she replied, still suspicious.
Sirius had been angry with her for so long that he was only now realizing that she had become a true woman. Before the battle in the Ministry, there had been a gap of almost twenty years between them. Now there was a gap of, what? Just over five? The brown eyes remained the same, but everything else was... different. He looked away from her and took a sip of his drink.
"You don't need to move", he continued, looking forward towards Ginny, who was really drunk and laughing non-stop at something Neville had said, "This house is too big and depressing to live alone"
"Is that your way of apologizing to me?", she asked.
"I'm not apologizing", he replied snorting, "I'm accepting yours"
"Are you?", she asked, standing in front of him, one hand resting on her waist and the other still holding her glass, "That's great, but I think you also have some apologizing to do"
"I'm not going to apologize", he replied rudely.
"You're still impossible!", she pointed out.
"And you're still annoying!"
"You never found me annoying!", she exclaimed.
"I've always found you annoying, I just never said it before", he shrugged, and she snorted.
"So you want an annoying person living with you?", she asked in a defiant tone.
"You can't be worse than Kreacher, don't you think?"
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, bu Harry entered the conversation and refilled both of their glasses.
"I see you've made up, that's great!", the younger wizard said.
"Yeah, it's great", Both Sirius and Hermione replied at the same time, with frowns on their faces. Harry couldn't restrain his smile and proposed a toast. The three of them drank all the contents of the glasses in one go and heard something cracking. Ginny had let a vase break as she tried to lean on it completely drunk to get up off the couch, and Harry ran over to his wife and helped her up off the floor.
"I hated that vase", Sirius commented.
"Was it your mother's?", she asked.
"My dad's. I'm glad they're drunk enough to forget to use a reparo"
"Something tells me you're going to start throwing parties like this quite often", Hermione replied with a laugh.
"That's a good idea", he replied, turning to her with a smile at the corner o his lips, "Or I can do it Weasley-style and break some furniture some other way"
Hermione's eyes widened and she turned red. Sirius himself couldn't understand why he had said that. He was certainly getting quite drunk to be flirting with her like a virgin teenager trying to get a witch's attention. But the moment the words left his mouth and he saw Hermione stiffen and her skin heat up, any regret of shame simply vanished.
"You're a complete idiot, Sirius"
"I didn't say I'd do it with you. Wait... You want to do it with me? You do! Merlin, you do!", he retorted, a smile plastered on his face and his eyes glistering from the whisky. Hermione looked like a kettle about to explode.
"What's wrong with you? You hate me for an entire week and now you're trying to seduce me?", she asked incredulous.
"Is it working?", he asked, wetting his lips with his tongue.
"Of course not!", she shouted, looking furious, but never leaving his side. A fact that he didn't fail to notice.
"I am a man, kitten, and, by the way, a very handsome one", he said, moving close to her ear, "I would understand if you wanted something with me"
"Isn't there another witch here for you to bother?", she replied, turned her back and went up the stairs.
Sirius caught himself tilting his head and watching mesmerized as the woman walked up the stairs, thinking that she had a really nice arse. He was a very handsome man, it was true. But it was also an undeniable truth that Hermione had become a very beautiful woman. And that might be a problem.
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The routine at Grimmauld Place had changed quite a bit since Hermione and Sirius had started talking to each other again. The two constantly argued, and usually for the smallest and most irrelevant of reasons, but they always got back to normal after a few hours. The two cooked together after long minutes arguing about the menu and the best way to prepare it, and always ended up laughing heartly while sitting at the kitchen table. Sirius was happy, and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt happy.
A few times the two of them attended the Burrow or Harry's house together for dinner with their friends. Hermione was still included in these events, even after her breakup with Ron. Molly, truth be told, never took the breakup very well, she loved Hermione like a daughter. And, well, Molly was pretty sure the only mother Hermione had, since her real mom remained in Australia with no memory of her existence.
The arguments between the two of them were unrelenting even in the presence of other people. Any reason was a reason, whether it was the way he put the cutlery on the table, or the choice of drink she made for dinner, or the weather outside or the temperature inside. They always, always, argued under the curious looks of others, and Sirius always pulled Hermione by the waist before the two of them desaparated together back home, under even ore curious looks.
In the twoo weeks after the party, Sirius brought three different witches home on alternate days, and Hermione rolled her eyes and huffed in anger every time she crossed the front door and heard the screams and moans coming from Sirius' room. Couldn't he cast a silencing spell, for Merlin's sake?
After the sex shouting, which denoted how much fun he was having, he always came downstairs, already cleaned up, with a cigarette between his lips. He always made up very poor excuses just to send his date away. He also always found Hermione lying on the couch by the fireplace pretending to read a book. He knew she was pretending for a number of reasons, including the fact that she held the object with unnecessary force, the fact that it took her longer than usual to turn to the next page, and the fact that her pursed lips indicated that she heard him having sex and, for some reason, was really pissed off.
And, as always, he would make his way to the couch by her side, carefully lifting her feet and sitting with her legs in his lap. When she wore stockings, he used to keep playing with the elastic of it, and when she was barefoot he would take her feet in his hands and start massaging them. The first time he did it, he waited to see her reaction and was positively surprised when he noticed that she only flattened herself more on the couch, without ever taking her legs off of him. Since then, he did it every time. He would always take her feet in his lap and ask what she wanted for dinner like a lost puppy as if to apologize. He noticed that whenever this happened, she would loosen her grip on the book and sometimes hide her face with it to cover her smiling face. And he would always smile back, knowing that everything was fine between them.
After a few weeks, Sirius stopped bringing women home, but kept up the ritual of finding her on the couch and sitting next to her. By now, she hardly wore socks, and he knew it was on purpose. He also noticed that she no longer held the book so tightly, and that she would place her feet upon his lap the moment he sat next to her.
The weeks became months, and they lived that routine of arguing over something silly just to sit in the couch and make up in silence, than arguing some more over some provocation of him, and ending up the night in front of the fireplace drinking and laughing at the stories they told each other. Sirius always slept with a smile on his face, and would wake up just in time to see her leaving for work. He missed her during the day, so he would spend his energy pestering Kreacher, and would celebrate internally when the weekend came, because that meant she would stay home with him.
That day had been no different. He was sitting with her, massaging the witch's soft feet, and this time she was actually reading very intently. She moved her lips as she read en flipped through the pages with a certain speed. He decided to go bold and ran his hands up her calf, extending his touches to that area. She seemed to enjoy it, as she leaned closer to his body. He smiled.
"What do you want for dinner?", he asked, sliding his fingers from the top of her calf to the tip of her toes. She kept her eyes on the book.
"I don't know, what do you want?"
I want you, he thought. He was undeniably attracted to her, and had known it for some time now. She had everything that caught his eye: beauty, intelligence and a temper as difficult as his own. And, by a gift from Merlin, only a few years separated them in age matters. He could not help himself but to feel grateful for being brought back so many years later, because it meant he was allowed to want her. And he wanted her, badly.
"We can go out to dinner, what do you think?", he suggested, and she closed the book, leaning it against the back of the sofa and gathering her legs to sit facing him. He regretted that his hands had been so suddenly deprived of her skin.
"Are you serious?", she asked.
"You know I am", he teased, and she rolled her eyes, "Shall we?"
"I'll just get ready real quick, can you wait for me?"
"I'll wait for you as long as you need, kitten", he answered her and watched her get up from the couch and run up the stairs.
She actually didn't take long to be ready. She hurried down the stairs and he headed for the door to wait for her as soon as he heard her heels touching the steps. She's going to drive me crazy, he thought the second he laid eyes on her. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting black pants, a boot of the same color with a thick heel, and a thin red sweater hidden under her black leather jacket. She had loosened her hair from the bun she usually wore indoors, and it fell in waves down her back and shoulders. A light lipstick made her mouth more pink and desirable that he wanted it to be. It would be very hard to hold up his tongue that night. It would be very hard not to talk about how much he wanted his tongue to do more than just talking to her.
The two of them apparated to a witchy restaurant that Sirius used to go to with James and Lily before the first war. It was a simple place, but it served homemade food that was very reminiscent of Molly's cooking. Sirius pulled out a chair for Hermione to sit in, and she frowned.
"Are you okay?", she asked suspiciously.
"Why wouldn't I be?", he replied, and she faced him, resting the back of her hand on his forehead. Unconsciously he wrapped an arm around her waist as he stared at her.
"You're being a gentleman, I guess it must be fever", she said playfully, and he held back from laughing. He brought his free hand to her chin and pulled her face closer, while his other arm held her tightly.
"I am a gentleman, kitten"
Hermione held her breath and moistened her lips with her tongue, a movement that Sirius followed with his grey eyes. The sexual tension between the two of them at that moment was stronger than it normally was. The wizard brushed his lips against the outline of her jaw.
"My bed or yours?", he whispered, and Hermione pushed him back.
"Ad we're back to normal!", she exclaimed and sat down on the chair, pulling it forward and taking the menu.
Sirius sat across the table, facing her, and smiled as she opened the menu and unnecessarily placed it right in front of her face so that Sirius couldn't see her. He picked up his own menu and began scanning the options. Time and again he glanced at Hermione, who continued to hold the menu in front fo her face. He then reached for her legs under the table with his foot, brushing the tip of his show against her shin. She answered him with a light kick, and he grinned even wider. Merlin, he loved to tease her! In every way, whether it was with flirtations, teasing, or even arguing. he enjoyed seeing the reactions he could provoke in her. And he enjoyed even more the way he felt about her reactions.
"How long are you going to stay mad at me?", he asked.
"I'm not mad, I'm choosing what to eat", she replied.
Sirius snatched the menu from her hands and raised his hand to a waiter, who quickly approached the table.
"What the f..."
"She'll have the house dish, and so will I", Sirius ignored her and told the waiter, "We'll have a red wine too"
"Who says I want the house dish?", she asked in defiance.
"I did", he replied and leaned forward, lashing her a smile, "I just love the fact that you can't stay mad at me, no matter how hard you try"
"I can assure you that yes I can", she replied, raising and eyebrow. He still had that mocking grin on his face and she couldn't stand it and let out a giggle, "You're an idiot, Sirius!"
"I can't disagree", he pointed out, and the waiter brought their orders. As soon as the man turned away, Sirius again brought the tip of his show to her skin.
"Are you going to go through with this?", she asked, trying to hold back a smile.
"I'm not doing anything", he replied covertly, holding up both hands as if that proved something.
"Okay", she said and began to cut the filet quietly while removing on foot from the boot with the help of the other foot. Then, she took off her sock. She brought the piece of meat to her lips.
Sirius noticed her moving under the table, but when he stared at her he noticed nothing different. She seemed indifferent to his presence, cutting the pieces of meat and popping them into her mouth. She leaned back in her chair and picked up her glass of wine, sipping it as she stared at the naughty man in front of her. He stared at her intently.
It didn't take long for Sirius to feel her foot brush against his heel, trying to lift the hem of his pants. When her toes touched his skin beneath the hem, he realized she was barefoot. He brought his own cup to his lips without taking his eyes off of her. He wanted to see how far she would go with tat. Hermione abandoned his heel for less than a second, only to slide her foot down the length of his calf, up to the bend in his knee, down his tigh, and then between his legs. Sirius couldn't disguise his surprise. Normally, he was the one who teased her like this until she got angry. She had never even given in to his advances. And yet the she was, rubbing her bare foot against his groin and making his cock hard. He swallowed dryly.
"You're playing with danger, kitten", he said, his voice husky.
"Two can play this game, kitten", she replied, and he felt a growl form in his chest.
He brought one hand under the table and grabbed her foot, pulling her forward and causing her belly to meet the table. The plates and bowls rattle with the thud. He slid his fingers inside the hem of her pants.
"You know I'm a dog", he pointed, and she smiled. Suddenly, she lifted her foot off his lap, straightened in her chair, and called for the waiter.
When the man arrived, she said she would like the dessert menu. Sirius stared at her in disbelief as she ran her eyes over the menu as if absolutely nothing had happened, and as if he wasn't still hard under the damn table. He bit his lips. If she wants to play it that way, great. I can play it too, he thought.
I was very hard for Hermione to analyses the menu as she put her foot back on under the table with the help of her already-padded foot. The sock she had already given up. She could feel Sirius' eyes burning her and knew they were no longer grey, but black thanks to his dilated pupil. He wanted her, she knew. And she wanted him, desperately. It was because she wanted him so badly and often dreamed about sharing a bed with him that she brought him back. And he teased her every day, at every opportunity. But she didn't want to be just a one night shag. She didn't want him to make her moan his name and then lead her to the door with lame excuses and never look for her again. She wanted him every day, all the time.
"What can I get you?", she asked, taking her eyes off the menu and staring at him. Merlin, he was still staring at her like she was a piece of meat and he was the hungriest man in the world.
"What do you suggest?", he replied, and she turned her eyes to the menu.
"To be honest, I've lost the sweet tooth. Shall we go home?", she questioned, still pretending as best as she could that she hadn't just rubed Sirius Black's cock under a restaurant table. He stared at her absentmindedly.
"What?", she ask, playing innocent, "would you rather I wait until you be able to get up?"
He ended up smiling, understanding that she was still playing the game and, shameless, he stood up from his chair, showing anyone who wanted to see the volume of his trousers. Hermione's face turned red like a pepper and he led her out of the restaurant, feeling satisfied.
When they got home, Hermione announced that she was going to sleep, heading upstairs and leaving Sirius planted by the door. He went to the kitchen and took four sips of whiskey straight from the bottle, leaning on the kitchen table waiting until the situation normalized, so he could go upstairs and lie down at his bed. However, the situation only got worse when he laid down as he could hear the moans coming from her room.
It was not at all uncommon for Hermione to touch herself, but she usually casted a silence spell to avoid any embarrassment. That night, however, she purposely did not, and Sirius shoved his face into his pillow and cried out in frustration when he heard Hermione, in the distance, moan his name as she came. She slept with a smile on her face as she heard Sirius cursing before opened the shower.
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The next few weeks were just as usual, with a small exception: Hermione was responding to Sirius' taunts, and it drove him mad. It was getting harder every day to keep going in that game, but he didn't want to be the player to give in. He wanted her to give in, no matter how hard it was not to throw her against a wall and just fuck her to wrench that mocking little fucking smile from her, and no matter how much he touched himself every day thinking about her.
She purposely left the bedroom door open and the bathroom half open so that he could see her silhouette while she showered. Sirius didn't let it go unnoticed and walked around the house in his underwear, with his cock as hard as a wand. Hermione dropped her toast the first time he did it, and he smiled. She would moan his name at night and he would shove his face into his pillow and muffle his frustrated scream. The teasing was hotter, the arguing decreased drastically, the touching was more recurrent and no longer so unassuming. Even a simple brush of fingers when one reached for something for the other was already a reason for an electric current running down both of their spines. The whole house was under this large and dense sexual haze between them.
Sirius waited, patiently, for the moment to get his revenge for the restaurant. And that moment came one night when they, once again, returned together from the Burrow after dining with the former members of the Order. The two of them showed up together, as usual, and Hermione shined when the two of them reached the threshold of the door and he loosened his grip on her waist. The weather was starting to get cold, winter was already announcing itself, and she felt more and more in need for the warm contact of his body. And he was, is that was possible, even more handsome than usual. The black waves tossed back, the design of his back marking his white shirt as he took off his black scarf and equally black overcoat. Everything about him was sexy. The way he walked through that house, like he was an aristocrat, practically floating on the ground. The way he threw his coat on the armchair, the way he pointed to the fireplace and lit it, making the room cozier. He was sexy in every way.
"You're masking it very poorly, kitten", he remarked mockingly.
"Masking what?", she asked, feigning disinterest as she took off her own coat and tossed it onto the same armchair that Sirius had dropped his coat. She stopped in front of him, both hands on her waist.
"That you desperately want me in your bed", he replied, moving closer to her, and she, in a brief moment, let her arms fall beside her body. A few seconds of shock, since the next moment she was already serious.
"I don't want you, Sirius"
"Don't you?", he asked low, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer, leading her to the nearest wall, "I hear you, you know?"
"Hear me what?", she teased, keeping her gaze serious and feeling her back against the cold wall.
"I hear you touching yourself every night", he whispered next to her ear, and she gasped, "I can smell your fingers when you pull them out of your cunt"
Sirius slid the hem of her dress up and pulled one leg up so it fit around his waist. he moved his fingers up the inside of her clothes and reached her skin, moving further up until he reached her bra.
"I hear you moaning my name. I hear you moaning my name when you come", he whispered.
Sirius took her mouth in a thirsty kiss, and she responded equally. She ruffed his hair and pulled him closer. She tasted his lips and they were exactly the way she had imagined them to be in her hot dreams. She ran her fingers down his shoulders, arms and chest, uncovering the contours, the temperature and texture of his body. He, in turn, gripped her lited tigh tightly, while his other hand firmly gripped her waist. He slipped his lips to her ear.
"I want to hear you moaning my name when you came on me", the huskiness of his voice penetrated her ears, and she felt her spine shiver.
Sirius moved the hand that was squeezing her tigh to her panties and played with the lace of it. She gasped in anticipation of what was to come. He slid his fingers inside her, and Hermione moaned. However, Sirius withdrew his hand and broke the kiss. Hermione was a mess. Her hair wildly strung across her face, her cheeks red, her lips puffy and her breathing out of breath. She was propped against the wall and held herself against the piece of concrete. Sirius straightened his pants and brought his finger to his own lips. The fingers that were inside of her. He sucked them as he stared at her. His eyes were completely black.
"You're fucking delicious, but I'm going to sleep", he said with a bastard smile, and she didn't believe him. Sirius Black had his revenge.
