"Hermione Jean Granger, you get down from there right now!"

"Piss off, Potter!" Ginny cackled at Harry's older brother, "it's her birthday, she's allowed to dance on tables if she wants to!"

"Harry, control your woman!" James shouted as he watched Lily teeter unsteadily on the table completely unconcerned.

"Nah, it's funny,." Harry grinned, taking the shot Remus handeding him with a silent cheers and a grimace.

Hermione Granger was wasted. Completely and utterly pissed in the best sense of the word. It was her 22nd birthday, she had five assignments for Uni still due and was most likely going to feel like absolute shite for the next two days, but she did not care. She was wearing her shortest skirt, a top that did wonderful things to her cleavage and if the way that Sirius Black could barely keep his hands off her since she had arrived, then she was going to have a very happy birthday.

"Oi, kitten!" A surprisingly graceful turn in his direction and a bright smile was all the answer Sirius got, "would you mind coming down here and keeping me company before this nice, big security man kicks your pretty arse out? Lily-pad, as well?"

Hermione was adamant it was the drink Sirius held out for her and not the way he batted his eyelashes that made her grab his hand and fall, this time ungracefully, into his lap. Sirius laughed at her as she tried to shuffle around in his lap whilst trying to maintain what little dignity she had left at this point.

"Come here, kitten," Sirius muttered as he sat her up between his knees, her back pressed snug against his chest and her head resting against his shoulder.

Hermione tipped her head back at the feel of Sirius' hand curving around the front of her neck, thumb stroking over her jaw. She looked up to see him gazing down at her, his eyes trained on his thumb as it grazed over her bottom lip.

"Hi," Hermione smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss as his thumb passed over once again before tugging at her chin.

Sirius smirked at her as he lifted the glass to her lips, "open up." Her eyes stayed on his as she opened her mouth, her tongue peeking out to tease his thumb making him shake his head at her. "Cheeky bint."

She was about to grin and bite back when he finally decided to pour the glass he was holding down her throat. His hand pressed against her as her throat bobbed, eyes closing as he filled her mouth and whispered a quiet 'good girl' in her ear making her shiver.

"You two are gonna make me vomit before my time and I'll make sure it's on your shoes if you keep this up, Black!" Ginny shouted, making Hermione sputter and their friends laugh.

She was about to say that this was just payback for the fact Hermione had the extreme misfortune of seeing Harry's bare arse in their kitchen last weekend when she paused. Licking the drops of the drink Sirius had ever so kindly given her she turned a raised brow in his direction.

"That was water."

"You'll thank me in the morning, love," Sirius pressed a kiss to her temple even as she felt his chest rumbling with his stifled laughter.

"I'm not even that drunk!" Hermione cried far louder than she should've for someone trying to maintain their sobriety.

"You might be a little drunk, Hermione," Luna giggled as she draped herself over Remus, "But only a little bit."

"Thank you, Luna! I bet I could even ride old Buckbeak without falling off!"

Sirius cast his eyes towards the mechanical bull that was in the process of bucking off a blonde prat whose friends were laughing at him. "Love, you couldn't even stay on that thing on the best of days."

"Oh, like you could?" Hermione challenged.

"Oh God, are we going to be subjected to another one of your stupid bets?" Harry groaned.

"I fucking could," Sirius answered without acknowledging Harry, "I could stay on that bloody bull for the length of a full song."

"No you couldn't."

"I could."

"I don't think he could!" Lily chimed in.

"I don't know, Hermione is always going on about how strong his thighs are…" Luna mused, oblivious to varying degrees of disgust and embarrassment her friends reacted with. "He also has a good centre of gravity."

"Why thank you Luna, it's about time someone acknowledged my talents," Sirius preened.

"Yes, congratulations on your ability to stand up, Pads, we're all very proud of you for it," James raised a glass in his direction.

"To be fair it is a decent feat for the lad, what with all the times his mother chucked– I mean dropped him as a baby." Remus clinked his glass with James.

"Oi! It was only the twice she did that, she dropped Reggie way more and–"

"I bet you can't stay on that thing for the length of a full song!" Hermione interrupted him, twisting around in his lap to throw both of her legs over his thigh.

Sirius stopped mid-rant to look down at his girlfriend, "you bet, do you?"

"Oh no," Harry sighed.

"I do." Hermione lifted her chin.

"And what do I get if I win?"

"You won't win."

"But if I do?"

"You won't."

"I will."

"Sirius Black, you won't!"

He did.

And he looked positively sinful whilst doing so. Hermione didn't think watching Sirius ride a mechanical bull would be so...hot. But it was. The ridiculous smirk on his face didn't budge as he was flung around atop the beast. The muscles of his thighs moving beneath soft denim as he went with the motion. Hips moving in ways she was certain only she was meant to witness as he managed to stay on the contraption. Hair tossing wildly as he laughed, the muscles and veins of his arms and hands showing clearer as he held on. His grey eyes glinted devilishly as he had the audacity to wink at her before spinning himself around on the blasted thing.

The absolute cunt.

He tapped her mouth closed when he swaggered over to her after his song was over. "What's my prize?"

"How the fuck did you manage that?" Hermione shrieked.

"Raw sex appeal?" Sirius shrugged.

"I can't believe you still remember how to stay on one of those things," James cackled to himself at Hermione's horrified look.

"Lily has a thing for cowboys, country music mostly, but same difference," Remus explained even as Lily tried to clamp a hand over his mouth, she was too short to be successful. "And so James thought that learning everything about it would be helpful. Line dancing and mechanical bulls unfortunately being a part of the curriculum."

"It worked!" James tried to defend himself.

"It did not, I did not fall for you for your shitty line dancing, Potter!" Lily grumbled as Ginny doubled over in laughter, leaning on Luna for support. "Yes, yes Ginny, very funny, not like I learned everything about football to get your Potter's attention."

"Oi! I liked football before four-eyes ever did!"

"Come here." Hermione jumped at the quiet whisper in her ear as James and Harry objected to the nickname Ginny used.

Sirius tugged on her wrist as he quietly slipped them away from their friends to the end of the bar. "What're you doing?" Hermione asked.

"I want my prize." He answered simply, crowding her into a darkened corner, her back pressing against the counter.

Various thoughts filled her head of all the things Sirius would want in exchange for winning their ridiculous bet. Dangerous, very bad thoughts that were not suitable for a public place.

"Fine, I'll buy you a drink."

Sirius raised a brow as if in thought for a second before his smirk deepened, the dimple in his cheek becoming more pronounced. "Alright, kitten, I'll have a shot, please."

Hermione felt a bit apprehensive at how easily he seemed to accept what was rather a measly prize for such a feat. Surely he'd want something more. Sirius Black was many things, indulgent, greedy, a true hedonist at his core. He spent many hours prying everything he could out of everything he indulged in, her being his favourite decadence. She didn't believe in a million years he'd be content with just a shot. She was in trouble.

Sirius' hands held her hips when she turned towards the bar. Thumbs drawing slow circles as he bent to nuzzle at her neck distractingly. Hermione stuttered over his drink order as Sirius trailed his tongue up her throat, a deep laugh rumbling against her back when he felt her shiver in his arms.

"You cold, love?" Sirius murmured.

"I'm fine." Hermione smiled at the bartender in thanks before turning back to face Sirius, "Here."

"Thank you, love, now if you'll just hold this for me." He didn't give her a choice before sliding the wedge of lime between her lips. A noise of protest squeaked out before her eyes widened as Sirius' gaze travelled further south, zeroing in on her cleavage. "Perfect."

Hermione's own slightly inebriated mind took a few seconds too late to catch on to what he was about to do. She should've seen it coming really, he'd been staring at her chest all night long but it didn't stop her from nearly jumping out of her skin and melting all at once as she felt his tongue trail across her sternum and across the top of her breasts. His eyes held hers as he pulled away to sprinkle salt on her skin. "Had to make sure it sticks," he shrugged innocently before dipping his head again to lick the salt from her skin.

Hermione felt her face burn as Sirius continued to hold her eyes, completely enraptured as she watched the pink of his tongue lick his lips before taking his shot. His eyes closed briefly as the liquor slipped down his throat, slowly opening to look down at her half-lidded before dipping his head once again to take the lime from her parted lips with his own. Her breath stuttered as his mouth ghosted over hers, what little restraint she had left snapped at the brief contact. Fisting her hand in his shirt Hermione tugged him back down to her height when Sirius finally finished his nonsense to press her lips against his. She felt him smile against her mouth, a satisfied laugh slipping free before breaking off into a groan as Hermione nipped at his bottom lip, teasing his mouth until she could taste the alcohol he'd just drank on her own tongue.

"Are you willing to give me a better prize, kitten?" Sirius asked quietly, pulling away from her to whisper in her ear to be sure he was heard over the music.

"Like, what?" Hermione sighed as she felt him kiss just below her ear, his hands tightening around her hips.

"Well, really it'll be more of a birthday present for you I'd think," he chuckled, "come on."

Hermione had no choice but to follow him. She'd have followed him anywhere, always bloody did. He was a menace, he'd completely ruined her since the day she'd first laid eyes on him. Or maybe it was since he first saw her, she wouldn't have put it past him to let her think she had been clever enough to snare him. He'd caught her, wrapped her around his finger, made her beg and plead as he learned every twitch and cry her body made. Listened to every hitch of her breath and pulse of her cunt til he knew just how to play her to the point where she'd break.

Her back arched as Sirius crowded her against the wall of the small bathroom, the cold tile shocking her, pressing her closer to his heat as he tugged her skirt up around her hips. One of his hands came up to fist her hair, tugging her head back until her neck pulled taut, his mouth swallowing the stifled gasp as his other teased over her covered slit. Hermione felt her legs shake as he pulled her knickers aside to find her wet, the rough pads of his fingers teasing her entrance before moving back to toy with her clit making her moan.

"You can be quiet for me, can't you, kitten?" Sirius murmured against her mouth, she could feel his smirk against her parted lips as his fingers drew tight circles against her.

Hermione pulled back from him, her head thumping back harshly against the tiles. She could hear the music still from just outside the door, she couldn't remember if he had locked the door when they had come in, what if someone found them? If someone heard her?

"Sirius, I can't-" Hermione whined.

"Shh, yes you can, baby." He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple as his fingers sped up. "It's your birthday, all our friends are outside, be a good girl for me. Keep quiet and I'll give you your present, kitten."

His mouth ghosted along her throat, his hand loosened from her hair to grip the nape of her neck. Teeth and lips distracting her as his fingers pulled her tighter, made her lose what functioning thought she had left. Hermione felt like she couldn't breathe as she felt him stretch her, his thumb still circling her clit as he pushed and pulled his fingers inside of her. Her eyes closed as his fingers curled, reaching parts only he managed to find.

"So fucking close, aren't you?" Sirius hummed, eyes bright with his own fire as he watched her fall apart before him. "Come on, just let go for me so I can fill you up the way you deserve, baby."

His mouth covered hers to swallow the choked cry that broke out as she came. His fingers didn't stop until she slumped boneless against him with a whimper, "Sirius–"

"So good, so fucking good for me," Sirius breathed against her lips, a soft smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

Hermione went to wrap her arms around his neck, wanting to pull him closer into her, to feel his weight press against hers and hold her to the Earth again. Before she could, Sirius' hands came to her hips again, turning her with ease and pulling her towards the counter until she faced the mirror above the sink. Her embarrassment from before as she struggled to strangle her cries flared as she caught sight of herself in the reflection. Skirt pulled up around her waist, cunt on display, her top pulled down from Sirius' wandering hands, her hair dishevelled and lips swollen. Hermione was the picture of a mess as Sirius loomed behind her. His hand came around to her front, cupping her cunt as the other held her breast, pulling her nipple taut as her head fell back against his shoulder. A mockery of the innocent way she'd leant against him earlier that evening in front of their friends.

"Look at my pretty girl." Sirius spoke softly, voice smooth as silk whilst he slowly started to tease her again. She heard the grating of metal, the cold of his belt jolting against her skin before she just felt him. "You're so good for me, kitten. You'll give me my prize now, right? You'll let me fuck you here, where anyone can hear you, could find us, right?"

Hermione's mouth fell open and stomach tightened at the thought. Heat filling her belly and flooding her cheeks, hips bucking even as she shook her head at the thought. She couldn't, they were already cutting it close by doing what they had in here, someone was bound to catch them soon-

"Come on, baby, please," Sirius begged against her ear, his hard cock grinding against her arse. "I've been so good, kitten. I won the bet, made you feel so good, let me keep making you feel good. Please baby, let me fill you up."

Hermione's breath caught in her throat as Sirius rubbed his cock against her slit, coating himself in her, teasing her clit and cunt with the head until she bucked against him. "Sirius…"

"You want me, Hermione?" He breathed against her, the head of his dick pushing gently against her entrance. The barest hint of a stretch whilst not giving her nearly as much as she craved. "Tell me you want it, baby, beg me to fuck you."

"Sirius, please," She whined, his teeth digging into her neck as she cried his name, "please, I need- I need your cock, please-"

Her begging was thankfully cut off as Sirius thrust inside her. His hands gripping her hips tight as he fucked into her harshly, barely giving her time to adjust to the intrusion. Her hands gripped the countertop in an unsteady grip as Sirius used her, used her body and his to make them feel delirious, to forget there was a world outside of the small room that was theirs for the moment. She couldn't hear the sound of the music any more, just the sound of their bodies meeting, the lewd wet sound of her own cunt and Sirius' moans and filth in her ear.

"My precious girl, so fucking filthy for me, aren't you?" He crooned, words somehow steady even as he kept his brutal pace, "Look at you, baby, so fucking pretty when I'm fucking you."

Hermione could hardly focus on his words as he pushed her closer to the edge of orgasm. His cock stretching her wide, filling her so good and deep as he thrust into her again and again, she just needed-

"Look," Sirius grunted harshly, his hand fisting in her hair again to pull her up from where she'd bent over the counter. Hermione's eyes fluttered open to find Sirius' own burning into her in the mirror. His gaze molten as he watched her in the mirror, tits bouncing, mouth open, watching her cunt stretch and drip around him. "Look at what a pretty mess you are, kitten."

Hermione moaned at the sight before her. Sirius' curls clinging to his face, pale skin flushed with his own desire, tattoos and scars highlighted in the bright light. He was glorious. "Fuck, please, please, I need you, please."

"You need me, hm?" His smile turned feral as his hand that held her hip slipped down to once again circle her oversensitive clit. "You need me to make you come? Make you feel good? Fill you with my come so you're dripping like my messy little slut?"

"Yes!" Hermione cried as she felt herself tighten around him. The hand in her hair moved to cover her mouth, muffling her moan as she came around him. His fingers unrelenting on her clit as he forced her to ride out her orgasm, pushing her into another as he thrust himself inside her repeatedly, filling her with his come just as he'd promised with his own loud groan–only quietened by the way he pressed against her shoulder.

Her forehead pressed against the cool glass of the mirror as she felt him twitch inside her, his own breath coming in pants as he came down from his own bliss. Hermione couldn't hide her smirk as she saw he finally looked as much of a mess as she did.

He might've won the bet but she still felt like the winner of the evening at this point.

It took a few minutes for them to tidy themselves up. Sirius took far too much pleasure in pulling her underwear back in place and her skirt back down before she could clean herself up.

"I like the thought of you walking around with my come inside you," was the only thing he said as he helped tame her hair back into place.

His hand held hers as he pulled her back out into the bar. Hermione couldn't kill the blush on her cheeks as she tried to act normal; no one would possibly know, the music was too loud and the door had been locked.

No one would possibly know.

"Oh, look who's back!" James crowed as they approached the table.

"You owe me a tenner." Harry held his hand out as Remus disappointingly handed over his money.

"Should've guessed they couldn't keep in their trousers till they got home." Remus sighed.

"I had to give Hermione her present!" Sirius shrugged before pressing a kiss to her red face, "Happy birthday, kitten."

Thank you so much to iam0kaywiththis on ao3/twitter for beta-ing!