This story does include a sexual relationship between two consenting adults with a large age gap (19 & 41). If this isn't for you, please feel free to exit out. No hard feelings, promise. :)

Disclaimer: All characters mentioned belong to JKR; whose views I do not support.


Normally, Sirius liked to ride his motorbike when he wanted to go into town, but he'd decided he'd rather walk today. London had been particularly sunny as of late, and something in Sirius compelled him to take advantage of the weather before it went back to dark skies and never-ending rain. He thought grabbing lunch in muggle London would be a good use for today's weather.

Apparating to a spot a few blocks away from the Leaky, he leisurely walked toward the cafè he was looking for. Sirius took his time, turning his head here and there to look into shop windows as he strolled by. He watched as people walked in and out of stores and smiled at some of those who walked past him. Adrift in his wandering, he lost track of the cafè he'd been in search of.

I think I might have passed it, he thought, picturing the quaint coffee shop he'd been to once before with his son. He had been a fan of their food, particularly their lox bagel.

Thinking of going back and retracing his steps, Sirius turned on the spot, abruptly running into someone else.

He felt ice cold liquid on his chest. He looked down, only to confirm he'd had coffee spilled all over his shirt. Sirius then looked at the person he'd run into who also had coffee all over their front.

"Bloody fuck. Fuck, I'm so sorry." Sirius didn't quite know what to do. Initially, he'd lifted his hands with intentions to pat the coffee away from their shirt. But there were a few things to consider. First, he didn't have anything to actually help him pat the coffee away. Second, he could use his wand, or wandless magic, but he didn't know if they were muggle or magical, and third, when he finally took time to look at who he'd run into, he noticed they were a woman, and, well, that probably wouldn't go over well.

"It's okay," she'd responded, not looking at him.

"No, it's not okay. I should have been more careful. Please, let me buy you another coffee. And get you another shirt," Sirius insisted, gesturing over at the few clothing shops that were nearby.

Sirius was looking down at her when she finally looked up. She looked young. Maybe in her twenties. She had long brown waves and brown eyes. The bridge of her nose had a light smattering of freckles that spilled onto the top of her cheekbones. Her lips were plump and pink. She seemed to be tall, but Sirius took notice of the heels that gave her a little bit of extra height. Without, she'd be just up to his shoulders.

He took note of the way she'd let out a small huff. She was looking at him like she knew him, but he knew it was impossible. He'd never seen this woman in his life. If he had, he'd remember.

"Are you okay?" He queried.

As if in deep thought, still looking into his eyes, she softly shook herself back into their current situation. "Ah—yes. Yes, I'm alright."

"So, what do you say?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

Sirius let out a small laugh. "It's alright. Please, let me get you a new coffee and a new shirt. And maybe lunch to make up for being a git."

"No, it's fine. Really. I—well, I can't go back to work like this." It was almost as if she was talking to herself. She was looking around her, bottom lip between her teeth, pondering what she should do.

"Then, please. You'll never have to see me again after. I promise." Sirius lifted his palm up as if he were being sworn into trial.

She laughed at him, looking down at the spilled coffee on the ground, then looked back up at him like she'd found the answer in the now melting ice on the asphalt. "Alright."

"Yeah?" He smiled.

She walked over to the nearest waste bin to throw away the empty coffee cup. She turned her head, smirking at him, before turning around and walking the opposite direction. "But only if you keep your promise."

Sirius smiled as she walked away, not letting her go too far before catching up with her.

"I should probably know your name. I'm Sirius." He extended his arm out.

"Nice to meet you, Sirius," she replied as she reached over to shake his hand. "I'm Hermione."

"Nice to meet you, Hermione." Sirius thought he quite liked the sound of her voice, the way her hand fit perfectly in his, and the way their names sounded like they belonged on each other's tongue.


He followed Hermione into a clothing store, where she walked straight to a rack that held the same blouse she was now wearing. Sirius had given her a confused look to which she replied, "I just purchased this last weekend."

Sirius kept his word, this time purchasing the blouse for her and patiently waited for her to change in the store's facilities. Hermione soon emerged and suggested they grab lunch in the cafè she'd bought her coffee from earlier.

Le Café de Velours. The very cafè he'd been searching for before.

In their short lunch date — was this a date? — Sirius learned quite a bit about her. She was nineteen, turning twenty the third week of September. She'd been working a government job that she'd been offered before even graduating, but she was contemplating leaving it to work at a bookshop. She was an only child, and her favourite colour was yellow.

Sirius had never really paid attention to the colour yellow, but now, he was very aware of just how much the colour surrounded him. Bright and inviting. Just like her smile.

"And you? What do you do for work?" Hermione asked before taking a drink from her mug.

"Ah, well, I'm a freelance mechanic." Wizarding society usually turned their nose up at Sirius whenever he'd tell them he worked on motorbikes for a living, both magical and muggle alike. He was rich. He'd been rich his entire life and he came from a very prominent family. The snobbish and uptight old-money type.

There was no denying that he was the black sheep of his family. Even with Sirius not fitting in so well with them, he didn't want to not work because he already had money. He enjoyed working— tinkering around. If Sirius was going to work, he was going to enjoy doing what he loved.

"Freelance mechanic?" That seemed to have peaked her interest.

"That's right."

"How does someone become a freelance mechanic? Do you have a specialty?" Hermione wondered.

"I do. Motorbikes. A few years back, a neighbour of mine bought me his bike. It was well beyond repair, but I'd told him I was up for a challenge."

"Were you able to repair it?" It was interesting, he thought, because normally no one cared enough to know beyond him being a mechanic.

"I was. Good as new. About a week later, I got a phone call from a man who said he'd heard of me from my neighbour, and so I helped him with his. Then someone came after them, and well, you know the rest." He smiled. He never really knew how to talk about himself.

"Do you enjoy it? I mean, obviously you do if you do it for a living." She looked down at the table, blushing.

Sirius dipped his head down slightly to make her look at him. When he caught her gaze, he smiled. He doesn't think he'd smiled this much in a long time. "I enjoy what I do very much. I've been riding motorbikes since I was sixteen. I'm lucky enough to be able to do it for a living."

"I would love to do that; to work with books everyday." A piece of her hair fell over her eyes, and Sirius wanted very much to tuck it behind her ear. Hermione, however, interrupted his thought by tucking the stray strand herself.

She turned her head to look at the clock, her brows raised. "Shit. I should be heading back." Hermione took one last sip from her coffee before moving to grab her purse from behind her chair.

"Of course. Here, let me go ahead and pay and I can walk you back." Seeing as Sirius was a frequent visitor of muggle London, he always made sure to have their currency in his billfold for when the whim struck. He reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve his wallet but instead his wand fell onto the floor with a soft clatter.

Sirius was in the middle of picking up his wand when he heard her say "A wand?" in a whisper to herself. He reached the rest of the way down, still looking at her, and set his wand on the table in front of him.

"I uh— Do you know what this is?" He was somewhat freaking out on the inside. He'd always been careful about his being a wizard. He couldn't quite believe that he'd somehow broken the statute of secrecy after being a wizard for almost forty-two years.

She looked down at the wand and back up at Sirius twice. Then she did something he didn't expect. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a wand of her own. "Well, I should hope so. I do work for the Minister for Magic."

Sirius could count the amount of times he'd been speechless on one hand. This moment was one of them. "You're— you're a witch?"

"I am." She smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Hogwarts Alum. Proud Gryffindor." She beamed at him.

He gave her another full smile. "Me too. First in my family. All of them have been placed in Slytherin. Including…"

She was his son's age and he wondered if she knew him. Not now, he thought. Don't mention it now.

"Including?" She asked.

"Uh, including my brother. Regulus. He flipped me off on his way to the Slytherin table after he was sorted. He's such a shit." She laughed with him. He found he enjoyed her laugh.

"Listen, I—I do have to go back now. I know I told you to keep your promise earlier, but…" She was cute, really. Stumbling over her words.

"I am a man of my word and I do like to keep my promises," he replied, giving her a full smile. The action made her blush once more.

"Well, maybe…don't keep that one." She reached into her purse and pulled out a small notebook and pen. She opened the journal to a random page, quickly wrote down her number, and handed it to him. "I probably could just find you in the Ministry archives…"

Sirius let out a bark of laughter, the remnants of it twinkling in his eyes as he grabbed the paper from her hand, softly grazing her fingers. "I honestly wouldn't have minded. Let me pay and then we'll get you back to the Ministry."

He pushed his chair back, causing the chair to scrape against the floor. All Sirius could think about before reaching the cashier was the fact that he really, really liked her.


Two months after meeting…

Naked and tangled in white sheets, Hermione was laying down on his bed, reading a book she'd brought over. She'd bring over a new book every night after working a shift at the bookstore. She was over so often that the books started stacking on her side of the bed's night stand. They were slowly taking over his night stand too, but he found that he didn't care. She didn't live there, but he thinks he likes the way her things blend in so well with his.

They'd been in bed for hours now. They hadn't seen each other for days due to the very busy book fair Hernione had helped the shop run for the past week. As a result, she'd stayed the night at her apartment everyday.

Sirius had a week's worth of orgasms to make up for.

He was hugging Hermione's legs, laying down over them on his stomach, flesh to flesh. Listening to her read aloud. He was peppering lazy kisses on them from her calves up to her thighs, over and over, from one to the other. He could smell the way his gentle teasing was making her wet all over again.

He removed one of his hands from behind her back, ghosting his fingertips over her skin. Softly. Punishingly.

"Sirius…" she breathed out.

He looked up at her, meeting her eyes. "Keep reading, Hermione."

It was instinctual, the way he touched her body. He knew where to press and where to graze, where to pinch and rub. Instinctual, like the way his fingers find the right keys to play the right chords on his piano.

Sirius readjusted himself, moving up closer to her. He parted her legs, grabbing one by the ankle and placing it over his shoulder.

He did this often, ate her out. It was addicting. The noises she made, the way she looked at him, and the way she moved. The way she tasted. He was like a man dying of thirst and her cunt was his only source of water.

Sirius was lapping at her, devouring her, mixing his saliva with her slick. Dipping his tongue in and out of her, fucking her with his mouth.

She was trembling beneath him, gasping and moaning in between the words she read. Hermione whimpered, close to orgasm, lifting her hips and pressing her cunt further onto his tongue.

Sirius took one of his arms and placed it over her stomach, forcing her hips back down onto the mattress before shoving two fingers inside her, adding to her pleasure.

She cried in surprise, no longer reading. Only focusing on Sirius now.

"I know, sweetheart. It feels good doesn't it?" He growled into her cunt.

"Gods, yes. Fuck," she managed between gasps. He loved how filthy her mouth was when he was fucking her.

He could feel her getting closer by the way his hand was covered with her slick, and the way her cunt was squeezing around his fingers; and all he wanted was for her to come all over his fingers and face. He needed it because he was grinding his hips down on the bed — to the rhythm of his fingers — about to come right there on his bed sheets by just having his tongue on her.

"Come on, Hermione. Come for me," he demanded, although he was sure he was begging. Sirius took his tongue to her clit, flicking it just the way he knew would make her scream for him.

"Fuckfuckfuck, Sirius!" Hermione screamed out, squeezing his head between her thighs as she gasped for air. She brought her fingers up to his head, achingly pulling on his hair, as she came down from her high.

Sirius didn't care that it hurt. He didn't care that his body had been uncomfortable from the position it held for so long, and he didn't care that he'd barely been able to breathe from the way his mouth had been suctioned to her cunt.

He didn't care that he'd just come all over his bed sheets at the mere sound of her gasping, moaning, and screaming for him.


Four months after meeting…

It'd been a long day. Sirius had spent the majority of it fixing up a bike for a new client and he'd somehow forgotten to eat. He was too lazy to pick up takeaway and he didn't know what he wanted enough to order delivery. So, he settled for a couple of sandwiches and a beer.

He grabbed his plate and beer and made his way to the sitting room where Regulus had just arrived through the Floo.

"Padfoot," Regulus said in greeting.

"It's Sirius to you," Sirius responded, setting his food on his coffee table and sitting down on his settee.

"And I… do not care," His brother replied, emphasising each word. Regulus made his way to the nearest armchair flopping down onto it. He lazily gestured at Sirius' drink. "Can I have a beer?"

Sirius looked up at him after taking a bite from his sandwich. He stared at Regulus until he swallowed down his food. "Of course you can. You know where the kitchen is."

Regulus huffed out a breath that sounded a look like 'wanker' as he got up to grab himself a beer. Sirius looked back at him, smirking.

After a few moments, Regulus re-emerged from the kitchen with his beer and his own stack of sandwiches. Sirius looked at Regulus' plate and then back at him, questioningly. "I got hungry." Regulus shrugged.

They ate in silence for a few minutes — mostly because they were very hungry — each of them quickly eating their first sandwich. Regulus leaned back on his chair, ankle over his knee, and a half-empty beer in his hand. "How's the pup?"

"He's doing well. He called to catch up earlier today while I was fixing the bike." He smiled at his brother.

"He still enjoying that job?"

"He's found his place well enough. He gets to work with his best mates. Never would have thought my boy would be working for the Ministry but I am proud of him." Sirius took another bite of his last sandwich.

"Is he seeing anyone?" Regulus drank the rest of his beer, and set the empty bottle on the coffee table. Before he could even think about getting up for a new one, Sirius had already summoned two more from the kitchen. One for Regulus and the other for him.

Sirius opened his bottle, and took a swig. "Not seriously, anyway. He mentioned he'd reconnected with an old coworker from the Ministry that he liked during her time there, but when he asked her out, she told him she was seeing someone already."

"Poor sod," his brother laughed, shaking his head.

"His time'll come. He didn't sound too disappointed about it. He is a Black, after all."

"Speaking of dating, how's Hermione? I'm surprised not to see her here." His little brother looked around as if Sirius had been hiding her.

"She's at work." Sirius looked up at the clock, taking note of the time. "She should be off soon. Usually stops by her place before she comes over."

"And?" Regulus readjusted himself on his chair, this time leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

Sirius knew what Regulus was getting at. He looked up from his beer bottle at his little brother. Only he wasn't just his brother, he was one of his best mates.

Regulus and Sirius were set up to be more enemies than brothers. Where Sirius had been the black sheep of the family, Regulus was the trophy son. His parents didn't keep the fact that they preferred Regulus to Sirius a secret. He'd tried not to be angry at them for it but it was hard to when it was paraded in front of him daily.

He couldn't ever find it in himself, though, to blame his brother.

Sirius thought Regulus had it easy then. Being the favourite, being doted on day and night. It was when Regulus went to Sirius — crying and angry — and had admitted that he hated the pressure and stress their parents put on him, and that he was jealous of his older brother, that they became close.

Which was why he'd only trusted Regulus when it came to Hermione. He had James and Remus, and there was nothing Sirius wouldn't do for them, but he also knew his brother would never judge him.

"Is that why you came over? Nosy prick."

"Last time we talked, you sounded pretty serious about her— don't say it." He narrowed his eyes at Sirius.

Sirius leaned his head back against the settee with a bark of laughter. Raising his arms up in surrender.

"I don't know what it is about her, Reg. I really can't put my finger on it."

Regulus waited patiently for him to continue.

"The only way I can describe it is—do you remember the moment when you felt your magic for the first time?"

Regulus pondered Sirius' question for a moment before he nodded in agreement.

"I know we grew up with magic and it was all around us all the time but to actually feel it? It's unlike anything, it's there and you know it's there and you know it's yours." He paused. "But Hermione. Hermi— she…" Sirius shakily breathed out. "When I'm with her, I can feel this…this thrumming through my veins. It feels exactly like the first time I felt magic. She's magic."

There had been many moments in the four months that he and Hermione had been seeing each other where Sirius had tried, time and time again, to put into words how he felt about her, but he always came up short.

This was the first time he'd finally been able to accurately describe it. And it scared the hell out of him.

"But she isn't yours," Regulus simply stated.

"No." It was really that simple. "No, she's not."

"Do you love her?" The thing he'd always appreciated about Regulus was that he never beat around the bush. If Sirius ever needed someone to tell him the Merlin's honest truth, Regulus never hesitated to do it.

It was usually these talks, and Reg's honestly, that helped him see things from a different perspective.

"I've tried to bring this up. I've tried to figure out what we are. I know what I'd like us to be, but she dodges the subject whenever it's brought up."

"That's not what I asked." Sirius often used his grey eyes to intimidate people, kind of like the way Regulus was doing to him now.

He shrugged his shoulders at his little brother.

"You just bloody compared her to magic, Sirius. Magic. It seems to me you've got your answer."

Before Sirius could respond, the roar of the Floo coming to life interrupted him. From the emerald flames, Hermione emerged. She had her head down, patting away the soot and dirt from her clothes. When she looked up, she had two sets of mercury-grey eyes staring at her.

"Bloody fuck, I'm so sorry. I should have called first. I can come back." Hermione grabbed a handful of floo powder just as Sirius came to stop her.

"Sweetheart, this is my brother, Regulus."

"It's so nice to meet you. I know it's common to say this but I really have heard a lot about you." Hermione offered her hand with a smile.

Regulus laughed, reaching her hand to shake it. "And I know it's common to say this but it really is a pleasure to finally meet you. Which is why I hate that I have to get going."

"Oh. No, please, don't go. I can come back. I didn't mean to interrupt."

She was cute, really. Sirius wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the side of her head. "Hermione, it's fine. We were done here anyway."

"Again, it was really nice to meet you, Hermione. I hope it won't be the last time I see you around."

She looked down at her feet, blushing, and looked back at him. "It was great meeting you, as well." She looked at Sirius then. "I'm going to put this in the icebox before it melts." She waved one last time before making her way into the kitchen.

Both brothers looked after her as she disappeared further into the house before looking back at each other. Regulus leaned in for a hug, whispering, "You've got to tell her about your son."

Right. That part. Sirius still hadn't quite told Hermione.

Regulus leaned back to look at him before grabbing some floo powder and disappearing into the emerald flames.


Six months after meeting…

"Oh, that's bollocks! They could both fit on that door!" Sirius exclaimed, exasperated.

"It's not a door, Sirius. It was just a piece of wood that was floating about," she corrected him.

"You know what I mean. The poor sod saved her life and froze to death! And she had the diamond the whole time." Sirius turned to look at her but Hermione was faced down on his bed laughing into her pillow.

The movie was now rolling its credits as Céline Dion's My Heart Will Go On filled the room. Hermione had convinced Sirius to set up his telly in his bedroom for optimum comfort during movie night, but it was really because she was too comfortable after they'd had sex to move from the bedroom to the sitting room.

He readjusted himself on the bed with his back now against the headboard. "Are you laughing at me?" Sirius placed his hand on his chest, as if he were actually hurt.

Hermione composed herself although her smile never left her face. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise."

"Then what is so funny?" He smirked down at her.

She looked up at him with her big warm brown eyes. Her hair was splayed around her head like a halo and she was topless with the bed sheet around her waist.

"Nothing," she sighed. "I just really like being with you."

"Yeah?" Sirius reached over to her and moved her from the spot next to him, repositioning her across his lap, cradling her. He brushed away the stray strands of hair covering her eyes with his fingers and palmed her face. He smiled at her before leaning down to kiss her tenderly.

Hermione sighed out when Sirius broke their kiss and began peppering kisses down her neck to her breasts. He took one of her nipples in his mouth, nibbling it with his teeth, making her moan.

"Sirius…" whatever she'd tried to say died on her tongue as he released her nipple to take the other one in his mouth.

"Sirius, I…" she was breathing heavier.

He finally released her from his slow teasing. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"As much as I would love to continue this, I'm starving." She looked at him with her lip between her teeth.

Sirius couldn't help but laugh. Of course she was hungry. Before the three hour movie, he had her pinned down beneath him, fucking her with need.

"Alright, let's feed you." He kissed her one last time before she got up from the bed and put on his shirt that she'd picked up from the floor.

He sat on the side of the bed as he grabbed his pants from the floor and walked over to Hermione, taking her by the hand and leading them both into the kitchen.

"What would you like?" He asked while he opened his fridge to check out what he had in stock. "I still have plenty of the shepherd's pie Lily made." He looked over at her.

"Yes, please," Hermione nodded from her seat at the dinner table.

Sirius wandlessly summoned two plates from his cupboard and set them in front of him. He took two slices from the casserole dish and set one each on their own plate, summoning them to the dinner table while he grabbed a couple of bottles of butterbeer.

He cast a warning charm on their plates to the temperature Lily had instructed him to so he wouldn't under or overcook her masterpiece. He set down their butterbeers and took a seat on the chair next to hers.

Without turning her head, she looked sideways at Sirius. "Who…uh…who is Lily?"

He couldn't keep the smile from forming on his face. It sounded a lot like she was jealous. "Are you jealous, bug?"

"No, not...not jealous. I've just never heard you talk about her." She reached for her butterbeer to wash down her food.

"Lily is James' wife. He's my best mate," he replied, rather amused.

"Wife? James is married?" She turned to him, beaming.

"Yes, bug. She's been my best mate for years. So, if you are jealous, there's nothing to be jealous about."

They ate their food in comfortable silence.

Sirius kept thinking of the way Hermione had expressed her jealousy. He wasn't upset. On the contrary, it was more of a comfort, really.

Even though they'd been seeing each other for six months, Sirius didn't really know where they stood. His reluctance to breach the subject hadn't been because he didn't want to. He'd tried before only to end with her dismissing the subject. He told himself he'd bring it up again, but whenever he was with her any worry, doubt, and insecurity he had about their age difference dissipated.

He'd always been a pretty confident man. If Sirius really wanted to, before Hermione, he wouldn't have had difficulty finding someone to maybe spend a lonely night with. His new-found insecurity had been a shock to him and he didn't really know how to navigate this particular emotion.

It might have been a few months too late, but Sirius knew it was time to talk about whatever they were.

"Oh Merlin, that was delicious!" Hermione set her fork down on the now empty plate.

"I'll let her know tomorrow when I see her." He smiled at her, taking their plates to the sink and began washing them.

"What's tomorrow?" He heard her say from behind him.

"Lily's having a small get together for Harry's birthday."

"That sounds like fun."

"They usually are fun. You can come, if you'd like too."

He felt the energy in the room shift. She didn't say anything for what felt like forever. Sirius turned off the water and set the plates down. He reached over for a towel to dry his hands and turned to look at her, leaning against the sink.

"Hermione?" He questioned.

She was looking down at her beer bottle and hummed before saying, "No, that's alright."

Sirius looked down at his feet before peeling himself off the sink to sit next to her once more. He grabbed her hand, encouraging her to look at him. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"Nothing, it's…it's nothing. I hope you have fun tomorrow," she responded nonchalantly, not looking at him.

It was odd, he thought. They normally didn't have such difficulty communicating. It was one of the things he enjoyed most about her. Even outside of their sex life, Hermione never had any issues letting him know how she felt, what she thought, or what she wanted.

"Does this have anything to do with us?" It was a shot in the dark, but he felt that maybe she'd also thought about where they stood.

"What?" She hesitated, still not looking at him.

"Does this have anything to do with us? We've been seeing each other for six months now and we haven't talked about what this," he gestured between them, "is. I think maybe we should talk about it, bug."

"I'm fine, Sirius. Really. We don't need to talk about it." He took a deep breath, remaining calm. This didn't have to be an argument.

"Hermione, I think we should. It seems that whenever I bring up the subject, you dismiss it, and I can't help but feel like you're dismissing me."

This time she turned to look at him with worry. "Sirius, no. No, you've…that's never been my intention. I just…don't particularly want to talk about this right now."

"What about the other two times?" He'd been a patient man but this felt different.

She didn't say anything but kept staring at him in confusion. So, he continued, "The first two times I thought 'Fine, she doesn't want to talk about it,' and I respected that but this…us isn't just about you. I want to talk about it."

"Well, I don't. Okay? I don't," she snapped.

This was a side to her he'd never seen before. He knew she was stubborn, but it was never directed towards him. At least, not petulantly. He also knew that he couldn't go around in circles anymore about this.

Sirius sighed. He wasn't angry, he was just confused but, mostly, he was tired. "Alright."

"Alright?" She asked hesitantly.

"Alright," he repeated. "I guess we don't have anything else to talk about then." He couldn't look at her. Not when he knew his heart was breaking.

"What?" She said in a barely there whisper.

"I can't…I can't keep doing this, Hermione."

He expected a fight. He expected her to show that she cared about them, about what they had, but she didn't. He could feel her looking at him and he could hear her sniffling, but he couldn't look at her. He heard the soft patter of her feet moving farther away, and then the floo roared.

And then he heard nothing.

He didn't know how long he sat there but when he finally came to, he stood up and went upstairs. He sat on the corner of his bed, wandlessly summoning his phone.

Before he could realise it, he held the phone to his ear. It rang twice before he heard a tired, "Hello?"

Try as he might, nothing came out.

"Sirius?" The voice said again.

His throat was dry and his voice cracked when he finally said, "Reggie?"

"Sirius, what's wrong?" His brother's concerned voice came through.

"I uh—" What could he say? They weren't together so he hadn't just broken up with Hermione.

"I'll be right over. Just…I'll be right there, okay?" Regulus stayed on the phone for a few more seconds before he hung up.

Sirius sat there, in silence, and in his heartbreak. He'd just lost someone who hadn't even been his in the first place.


Two months after breaking it off…

Sirius was enjoying the comradery around him. James and Remus were animatedly telling a story about their days at Hogwarts.

They were in the backyard on the patio of Potter Manor, sharing anecdotes from their Hogwarts days, the laughter of his friends and their smiles settling into him like medicine.

"I tried to keep them in line but when you've got Pads and Prongs together, they don't listen to anyone." He heard Remus say to his wife, Dora.

"Oy!" Sirius called out to grab their attention. "I will not have my name slandered. We weren't the only ones who worked on the Map. And I do recall you helping us with some of our best pranks."

"He's right, you know?" Lily agreed with Sirius, causing everyone else around them to laugh at Remus.

The last two months had been rough for Sirius. The week he'd ended things with Hermione, he'd called his clients and postponed meetings with them for their repairs, something he hadn't done once in the fifteen years he'd been repairing bikes. Regulus was over everyday for a month making sure Sirius wouldn't do anything reckless.

He was reasonable though. He'd given her an out, and he was glad it was over now before they were too far in and she'd leave him.

James had suggested he come over for a small gathering. Even though Sirius hadn't confided in anyone but Regulus about what happened, James knew something was wrong. "I know something's happened. You're hurt, and I'll respect why you won't tell me. But let us be there for you, please. Come over this weekend."

He took his friend's words into consideration. He still didn't want to talk about it, not to them at least. Not yet. But he woke up that morning, determined to shake himself off from his funk.

They didn't ask him any questions about why he had been in such a state, which Sirius appreciated very much.

He gulped down the rest of his drink and set the bottle down. "Anyone else want another beer?"

"I'll take one," he heard from the back door. He turned on his seat to see his son.

"Draco!" He laughed. He walked up to him to hug him, cupping his face with one hand when they separated. "What are you doing here, son?"

"Uncle James called me. Said you were all having a little get together, so I came. I missed my old man." He smiled back at him, hugging him once more.

"Sit down, let me get you that beer." Sirius rested his hand on his back, gently pushing him towards the chairs.

Draco was about to move towards the table when he and Sirius both heard someone behind him.

His son wasn't alone.

"There you are," Draco said, just as a familiar curly-haired brunette with a perfect smattering of freckles emerged from inside the house. Hermione.

He felt paralysed. Fuck. Fuck, no this…this isn't real.

"Dad, this is Hermione, my date. This is my dad, Sirius," Draco introduced them.

He thought he was probably standing there looking like an idiot but it felt like someone had cast a bodybinding curse on him. Sirius was panicking on the inside. Does he tell them they know each other quite well, or does he pretend this is their first time meeting?

"Hello." She interrupted his thoughts, extending her hand to shake his. "It's so nice to meet you. Draco's told me so much about you."

I guess we're pretending then.

"It's nice to meet you, as well. You'll have to forgive me but my son hasn't told me anything about you." His words stung. He knew it, but he didn't care. He could see it in her eyes for a fraction of a second before they became hard.

He knew her like the back of his hand. Every emotion on her face and her eyes. No one knew her like he did.

"Please, have a seat. Would you like a beer?" Sirius offered her as Draco escorted her to a chair, pulling her seat out for her.

She looked at Draco then back at Sirius "Um, I'll take some water?"

"I can get that for you, sweetie." Lily chimed in. "I'll be right back."

After some small talk, Sirius found out that Draco had met Hermione at the Ministry before she'd quit her job to work at the bookshop. He'd asked her out once before but she'd declined because she'd told him she was seeing someone else. He'd run into her again about a month ago at the bookstore where he asked her out again. They'd been seeing each other for a month now.

"Excuse me," he said, standing up. "I'll be right back."

He couldn't breathe. It felt like was suffocating, but he was angry. A month they'd been seeing each other and she's meeting his fucking family? He was seething.

He didn't know where he was going but he'd found himself in the library. He was pacing with a million things running through his mind. Someone had followed him because he heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah, I'll be right there!" He yelled back but they knocked again.

"Bloody fuck, I'll be right there," he said as he opened the door only to find Hermione on the other side.

He opened the door wider to let her in. He looked behind him to make sure no one had seen her follow him inside. He closed the door quietly behind him, then wandlessly cast a silencing charm on the room.

He turned to look at Hermione who was glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione seethed.

"It's good to see you again too, Hermione." He knew he was being unfair. He had been hiding a pretty important part of his life from her but he couldn't help it.

"That's not fair. You're the one that ended this, not me," she spat back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione repeated.

"Because I didn't think it would matter," he blurted out in frustration.

"You didn't think telling me you have a son would matter?" She looked at him in surprise.

Of all the conversations he thought he'd be having today, this was not one he thought would come up. He brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to soothe a headache he felt coming. "No, Hermione, it didn't occur to me that it would matter in our future."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione spat in response. She was still glaring at him and Sirius really wanted to do something about it.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No, Sirius. It isn't obvious."

"You're only nineteen and I'm much older than you. You never wanted to talk about what we were so I assumed this would only last until you decided I'm too old for you and found someone your own age."

"If I did, I wouldn't have started this. You know that. You know me by now." She glared at him again. "You still should have told me. Draco — your son — is my date tonight."

"How the fuck was I supposed to know my son was going to be bringing you as his date? I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking."

"Apparently," she muttered under her breath.

"Hermione." He was losing his patience with her attitude.

"I never wanted to talk about it because I was scared you were going to leave me, okay? You're right. I'm only nineteen, which is why I didn't want to talk about it, because then you wouldn't find a reason to leave. But you still did. You still let me leave," Hermione retorted.

Two months of wondering if she'd even felt the way he did. Two months of moping around, of missing her, of grabbing his phone to call her only to put it back in his pocket.

Sirius didn't notice but they'd been getting closer and closer to each other as they argued. He wanted to hold her, to hug her, to touch her again.

Hermione kept walking closer towards him, the look in her eyes shifted to something completely different.

"Don't look at me that way. Not with my son in the other room," he said through his teeth.

"Look at you, how?" He knew she was damn well aware of exactly what he was talking about but he also knew she didn't care. One of the things he enjoyed most about being with Hermione intimately was her sense of adventure— one he helped her hone in their time together and one, he must admit, wasn't working so well in his favour now.

"This is neither the time nor place, Hermione," he warned her one last time. If he clenched his jaw any tighter, he swore he'd break it.

He knew what every look she gave and sound she made meant. He knew every spot on her body that made her lose all sense of control.

He knew every inch of it, even with his eyes closed.

Reaching out for her, he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her flush against him, one hand firmly gripping her arse and the other holding her in place by her neck. He brought her lips to his in a bruising kiss.

He felt the tension in both their bodies dissipate as he was holding her. Holding her felt like the golden warmth of the sun. Taking advantage of the gasp of air she was looking for, Sirius slipped his tongue between her lips, making Hermione moan.

Sirius held her tighter, spinning her around and against the wall forcefully. He broke their kiss and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Are you sure this is what you want? To be a brat? To misbehave?" He spoke sternly, not once breaking eye contact.

Hermione didn't answer verbally but rather by smiling at him.

"Have it your way, then." Sirius didn't let Hermione brace herself before he released his grip on her and spun her around, her back now pressed against his chest.

"See what you do to me." He pressed his erection against her arse.

"Sirius, please," she begged him.

He brought his hand up under her sundress and pulled her knickers down, made her step out of them and tucked them into his jeans pocket.

Knowing she'd already be wet, Sirius palmed her cunt. "This all for me?" He asked, his voice low against her ear.

He could feel her breath getting heavier when he looked down at her to see she had her eyes closed, lost in her pleasure. "Answer me, Hermione. Open your eyes. Look at me."

Hermione opened her eyes and stared straight at him. She was showing him he had all of her attention. "Yes, for you. Only for you," she breathed out.

He smirked down at her as he waved his hand and released the room from its silencing charm. The moment she noticed what he'd done, confusion flashed in her eyes. "What did you do?"

"I brought the silencing charm down. Even though you decided to be a brat, I'm still going to make you come," he said while circling her clit with his thumb. "And then I'm going to fuck you, Hermione. But you have to be quiet. Do you know why?" He slipped two fingers inside her without warning.

"No," she gasped in surprise.

"Because every time you make a sound, I'm going to stop. Nod if you're going to do what I say."

She looked back at him with pleading eyes, nodding her head in agreement.

"Good girl, Hermione," he praised, increasing the speed with which he was fucking her cunt with his fingers.

The sound of his fingers fucking her was obscenely loud in the room, making Sirius harder, and had him rutting into her arse to releave the tension in his cock.

Losing her battle, Hermione loudly moaned as Sirius was getting her closer to her orgasm.

Instantly, he removed his fingers from her. "What did I say?"

Hermione whined, pushing her arse against his cock, begging him to continue. Sirius brought the hand he was fingering her with up to her face and gripped her chin to look at him, getting her slick all over her face. "What did I say, Hermione? Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?"

"Make me." She looked back at him with hardened eyes.

Sirius arched an eyebrow and bore his grey eyes into hers. He reached into the pocket of his jeans for her knickers and shoved them into her mouth, gagging her.

She looked at him, seemingly annoyed, but when Sirius brought his fingers back to her cunt, he felt her getting wetter and he knew she was enjoying this.

Being with Hermione had been unlike anything else he'd experienced, and Sirius had been with his fair share of partners in the past. While Hermione had been somewhat experienced before Sirius, she had mentioned none were anymore exciting than watching paint dry.

Which was why he never denied her anything in any capacity. Including making her come while his son was somewhere in the same house.

He heard her whimpering, and he knew she was close. "Come for me, little girl." He yanked down the top of her dress in one swift motion, ripping the straps that were holding it in place. Sirius brought his hand up to her breasts, palming them together, bringing her body even impossibly closer to his. As he pinched one of her nipples, he heard her let out a muffled cry, bringing her over the edge.

He spun her around, removed the knickers from her mouth, and gave her a moment to catch her breath.

She was sweaty. Her skin was flushed and she was trembling, and her hair looked a right mess. Her lipstick had been properly smeared and she had drooled from being gagged. Sirius took in the sight of her and he swore he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

She was looking back at him with those big brown eyes of hers, half lidded, needing and wanting and full of something he himself had been trying to deny.

His cock was aching to be released from his jeans, to be buried in his witch — no, not his witch — and fuck her into oblivion. To remind her who she really belonged to.

"I'm going to fuck you now, sweetheart, but you've got to be quiet. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," she huffed out.

"Yeah? You don't want my son to hear you being fucked by his father, do you?" Sirius undid his belt and jeans and let them fall to a pool by his feet.

His hands dropped to her arse, easily lifting her and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he pinned her against the wall.

He lined his cock right against her wet cunt, rocking his hips and coating himself with her slick. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck for purchase as Sirius slightly backed away from her to look down and see his cock disappear inch by inch into her cunt, stretching her open.

"Fuck," he groaned into her shoulder

Hermione tapped the side of his face with her nose to get him to face her and leaned in to kiss him, moaning into his mouth to keep herself from screaming out. Deepening the kiss, he stayed still, keeping his composure. Hermione was so tight and she was being so responsive to his every touch; if he wasn't careful, he'd come quicker than he anticipated.

Slowly he picked up the pace. Sirius began kissing his way from her mouth, to the side of her neck, down towards her breast. He flicked his tongue on her hard nipple, making her breathe harder. Sirius took her nipple between his teeth and clamped down, biting her, causing her cunt to squeeze around him. The feeling distracted Sirius, losing his rhythm for a moment.

"Who do you belong to, Hermione?" He growled into her ear.

"You," she breathed out.

"Say my name. Who do you want?"

"You, Sirius!" She screamed out. Fuck it all to hell if they heard at that point. He wanted everyone to hear her say exactly who she belonged to.

Sirius was fucking her so hard, the echoes of their skin clapping together filling the room. He was angry, he was jealous, and he had something to prove. He kissed the tops of her breasts, sucking on them, marking them with bruises.

"You belong to me." He made sure to punctuate every word with a hard thrust of his hips. "Not Draco. To me. Say it."

"My body is yours, my cunt is yours. I'm yours. Not Draco's. Only yours." Her words hit him like a calming draught, instantly relieving him of his irritation. Something in the way she said it sounded like a promise he knew she was going to keep. A promise that had previously been unspoken but was as present as the gravity around them.

He slowed his pace, keeping a slow and punishing rhythm, making Hermione whimper. "I know, sweetheart. I know."

She gripped him tighter, leaving scratches on his skin. "Please. Sirius, please."

"Does he fuck you like this, hmm? Does he know how to make you scream like I do?"

"Please, Sirius. Oh, gods!" She begged him.

Sirius brought his hand to where they were joined, massaging her clit. "I'm going to come inside you and when my cum drips down your thighs while you're on your date with my son, remember who you really belong to."

Hermione clamped down on his cock in response, making him come with her. Sirius' orgasm hit him so fast his vision was blurring. He dropped his head onto her shoulder, muttering a series of expletives, trying to catch his breath.

He held her there for a moment, breathing her in. She smelled like sex and the earth. She smelled like his.

They were still breathing heavily, their chests colliding against each other as they huffed. He lifted his head to look at her, and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Sirius," she whispered, looking at him longingly. "I —"

He cut her off with a tender kiss. Deepening it as he brought his hand up to her cheek, softly pushing away the hair sticking to the sweat on her face, and tangled his fingers in her curls.

He broke the kiss and replied "I know, Hermione." He gave her a full smile, and laughed. "Me too."

"I don't want to be away from you anymore. I don't want to be away from you again," she whispered back.

"Merlin, neither do I. I'm never letting you go again."

"He needs to know," she told him.

"And he will," he replied. "But not tonight. Tomorrow, we'll tell him together. First thing."

Right now, he wanted to enjoy this moment with her. With his witch.