A note from Serade Black Why an update so quickly, you may ask? It's sort of filler, you could say. This is the PG13 rating of what is on my LJ community: http/community. . I'm really eager to get through this story faster, so as promised, the next few chapters are going to be pretty quick. Chapter 19 should be out by next Wednesday, if not sooner Depends on how much real life work i get done.
As always, I appreciate all your comments and suggestions and I hope that I've kept you entertained up until this point. Enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 18 : The Make-Up
Hermione was standing at the foot of the stairs, talking with Kinsley and leaving an open ear to any kind of mad shuffling from upstairs that would indicate Sirius and Ron were trying to kill each other.
After a few unsettling glances towards the stairs, she finally felt a sense of relief when she saw the two walking behind each other. Ron held a content look on his face and nodded to Sirius as they went their separate ways at the bottom of the stairs. He passed Hermione and just gave her a light squeeze on her arm, to let her know he'd be all right about it. Warming to the smile her best friend gave her; she nodded her quiet appreciation and watched Ron go back into the kitchen. Sirius returned to Hermione's side, taking a quick glance around the room to see who was in there, before he gently placed a hand on the small of her back.
He so desperately wanted to touch her, but had to make sure Harry wasn't in the room first. Seeing that it was only a small handful standing around in the sitting room, he leaned in to nuzzle her ear as she spoke to Kingsley.
"Is he all right?" Hermione asked in a quiet voice, already having told Kingsley why he was upstairs.
Sirius's subtle gesture was quick and he whispered into her ear, loud enough for Kingsley to hear, "He'll be fine. He's all sorted now."
"There's Harry." Kingsley whispered, alerting the couple.
Sirius tore his hand away from Hermione quickly, stepping back to offer her some personal space.
"Sirius, there you are! Care to stick around to play a bit of cards? I hear Charlie's got a vintage bottle of some muggle whisky and I know you'd never turn that down." Harry lured, trying to get some time with godfather.
Without even looking at Hermione for any signal, he knew where he really wanted to be that night. Though things seemed to be smoothed out, he was still aware of the damage control he had to take care of, back at home.
"With that kind of offer Harry, you're right, I couldn't refuse. However, tonight isn't so good. I'm feeling a bit under the weather and really feel that a special kind of potion Hermione has at home, will fix me up. Cards tomorrow, promise." Sirius lied, admitting to himself that it was the lamest excuse to go home and be with his woman, than he'd ever cocked up.
With a little fight, Harry finally agreed to let his godfather go home and rest up. With a few good-byes, the two were out the door and walking to Sirius's motorcycle. Without hesitation, Sirius shrugged off his leather coat and immediately turned it around for Hermione to get into. Appreciating his gesture, not even giving her a moment to remember that she might get chilled while riding, she thanked him with a warm sincere grin.
She zipped up the coat and said, "Now, you're going to be cold."
"Then I'll leave it to you, to keep me warm." He winked, throwing a leg over his bike and starting it up without even touching the handlebars.
Feeling the warmth fill her cheeks that she and Sirius were getting back to the way they were prior to the exams, she sighed a heavy breath of relief. She felt her heart skip that beat when he looked back at her, waiting for her to join him on his bike and gave her that famous flirtatious wink.
"Oh, you know what that wink does to me, Sirius," she teased.
"And that's why I do it; to make pretty young brunette girls swoon."
The engine roared just as Hermione was situating herself on the back and Molly Weasley was coming out the front door in a fury. She yelled at them that they were creating too much noise and the entire neighborhood was going to wake up.
"Sirius Black shut that infernal thing up!" She cried, rushing out to them as fast as her chubby little legs could carry her. "I'll have that black mop of yours as a cleaning mechanism if you…" Her voice trailed off into the night as Sirius quickly sped off down the street, eager to get out of her range.
The music of Hermione's laughter into the night filled Sirius's ears like his favorite orchestra. Her hands were tightly gripped around him, holding onto his body like her life depended on it.
Hermione loved the way Sirius made her feel so bad and rebellious. A couple of years ago, Hermione would never have left Molly Weasley standing on a stoop yelling at her, but would otherwise turn around and make sure she was always in good graces with her. But, with Sirius in the lead, she knew that they were a pair to be reckoned with. Molly may not have been too happy with their relationship, but at least the forced situation had turned out to be a good one.
She savored the vibration between her thighs as the roaring machine sped off into the darkness, winding down vacant streets, speeding past traveling cars, and flying between double decker busses as the muggles looked out too late to see them.
Since Hermione was riding on the back, she prevented Sirius from breaking any muggle laws that might draw attention, so he was forced to stop at any and all stop signs and red lights. Her hands would snake around him protectively, keeping her word to keep him warm. Occasionally, she slipped them up under his fitted t-shirt to feel his firm stomach and up to his toned chest. She scratched her nails over his bare skin, causing a light chuckle to come from him, that he snatched her hands out from under his shirt and lifted them to his lips, where he kissed every other finger.
Green light: hands back on stomach, he raced to the next red light.
Back in the comforts of their own flat, Sirius reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand as he finished locking the front door. He spun her around and pulled her close to him, resting both of his hands to frame her face. Looking deep into her honest chocolate eyes, he felt his breath escape him in a heavy sigh, wishing he could say what he really felt. He wished he could explain how emotional he had worked himself up that day, over the very thought of upsetting her like he had. It wasn't a matter of being denied, it was how silent the two were that entire day.
He had learned to love her, more than he was afraid to say. He wanted to taste her moistened lips and tell her how much his heart leapt whenever he thought of her smiling at him, but he was afraid. Send Dementors, Molly Weasley, Death Eaters or Voldemort his way, nothing scared him more than the thought of rejection, should he choose to declare to her how he had absolutely fallen in love with her.
Instead, he just let her touch his face as he closed his eyes slipping himself into a dark euphoria with her. Her gentle caress over his cheek and down around his neck by her fingertips were enough to put him to sleep, when he felt her feather-like lips touch his.
She was his Heaven.
His acute senses were so drawn to her, he loved the sensation of her unique scent. Not the scent of any woman, but of a woman that had his scent all over her body, no matter how hard she washed. She was a lovely mix of magic, muggle, witch and Aphrodite, that he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She had bewitched him with the delicate kisses she traced over his own mouth, freezing him in a state of shock and appreciation.
Her taste began to unleash the caged animal in him. She never made him feel inhibited, but he always felt like he wanted to save some special things for her. He thrived on hearing her voice speak his name, under the throes of passion, chanting his body for more, and upon nibbling her neck in soft love bites, he heard her first whisper of the evening.
"Sirius, I need you," she breathed, heavy with admiration.
They stood in their own living room, still fully clothed, Hermione still holding her purse and wearing Sirius's jacket, and yet the two of them felt raw and naked to each other.
"I need you, too, baby." He replied, feeling like that was the most he was able to get out that might be close to his real confession.
He slowly pulled her arms from around his neck and took the purse out of her hand, tossing it on the couch. He lifted his hands between their two pressed bodies, to inch his hands into his jacket she wore. As if he was shedding a protective skin of hers, he pushed it down off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Realizing that their slow undressing had begun, she pulled away from his seductive kisses to peer into his midnight eyes and began sliding her soft hands up under his shirt. With minimal effort, he helped her slide it over his head and tossed it somewhere behind him.
Always a pleasure to see, she dropped her eyes to his decorated chest, lightly touching each and every marking that appealed to her. His body art was a statement, having a story behind each tattoo; she hoped he never erased them. It was part of his being, part of his legacy, part of his dark side that were like secrets that she, alone, knew. She knew that she wasn't the only woman to lie naked with him since his departure from Azkaban, but she knew that she probably was the only one that took the time to discuss each bit of him with sincere consideration of why they were there and what made it more of him. He knew that.
As her fingers gently touched the crossed markings over his chest, he slowly leaned in and moved her hair away her neck, so he could leave soft hot kisses onto her skin. Upon doing so, he blew gently against them, causing her to shiver over the chilling breeze. This forced her to close her eyes and place both hands against his chest to stable herself from the intoxicating trance.
His fingers slid down to the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head. He was quick to drop it to the floor next to his own, and he immediately went to the fastenings of her bra around her back. She was pulled closer as he worked on it for a few seconds, placing her hands on his strong arms that she couldn't help but admire. Her undergarment was falling to the floor with the rest of their clothes, as he pulled her in tighter to crush herself up against him.
He sought her lips with his again, caressing her back as his hands reached up under her fallen curls and around to her neck. He pulled away from her, breathless from their touch, pressing his forehead against hers to pace himself.
Suddenly, more confessions started to come out, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever been with, Hermione."
Her normal girlish instincts forced her to shake her head in denial, "Stop it."
He felt the breath escape him more, catching a little in his throat, with the very idea that she thought he wasn't telling the truth, "No, no." He kissed her nose, wanting to take the time to worship her every feature, "You are." He kissed her on her right temple, "I never want to lie to you, my darling."
She remained quiet, squeezing her eyes shut from the light tears that were beginning to form in her ducts. She wasn't about to get too emotional right now, not when he was telling her how wonderful she was, never when he was the first ever to declare individual things to her, rather than a solemn and simple "I love you.". Though, deep in the back of her mind, she wondered if that was what he was trying to say, instead of all the specifics. One thing was for sure, she wasn't saying anything back that was going to blow up in her face. Not when they'd come so far, not when they'd survived their first real argument, not when his tongue was doing small circles under her ear lobe in a fashion that was forcing her fingers to find the buttons on his pants.
It all happened so fast that she didn't even remember how they got there, but Hermione was pining for Sirius to thrust into her, when they didn't even make it into the bedroom, but were on the floor of their hallway.
Absolutely spent, the couple collapsed on top of each other, breathless and exhausted. They had just completed the hardest shag, either one of them had had together. As if they were going for the gold with this one, the judges actually came down and shook their hands at the same time. Two throbbing hearts tried to slow down, but the memory of the hard shagging together kept its pace up, that neither one of them could actually move.
After a few minutes, Sirius eventually pulled out and lifted his worn body from hers. She lay completely stilled, not wishing to move a muscle, so he bent down and picked up her broken little body and took her to bed. He moved in next to her, covering the two of them up and letting her move closer to him so that her head was resting on his chest.
He watched her gently run her fingers over his chest, outlining his tattoos. He loved that she was absolutely fascinated with them.
Finally, she slowed her movements and her breathing began to subside from their vigorous workout.
"Hermione? Darling, you still awake?" He whispered, caressing her head lovingly and waiting for her reply.
Very sweetly, her lips curled into a small grin and she murmured her answer.
"Thank you, love, for being who you are. I admire you for all of your strengths, that I wish my good family could have met you. I really wish you could have met my cousin, Andromeda; she would have really liked you.
I don't know where this is going to go after the law lifts, but if you'll let me, I promise to give you anything you ever wanted, Hermione. I would vow to do anything you asked of me and I swear…that I would love you until the day I died. If you would let me."
Hermione shifted a little in her lethargic sleep and whispered, "Did you say something, Sirius?"
Sirius closed his eyes with her question and realized that she hadn't heard a single word he'd said. The tired little thing had fallen asleep on his chest, after he had exhausted her beyond belief. Believing that maybe it wasn't time for her to hear it, he answered her with a no, and suggested that they fell back to sleep.