Ron came to Hermione to voice his insecurities, and he had a lot of them. After 6 years of marriage and over a decade of friendship; it was easy to slide under the covers, whispering their darkest fears and deepest desires, cloaked in the security of night. But while Hermione whispered about her dreams for the future, Ron would spend his time dwelling on the past. Still, Hermione listened, and she was sympathetic, but her brain was logical. And she always provided solutions, a way to fix the problems he felt were tearing him apart.

After being laid off from the Ministry over a year ago, Ron found work in his brothers' joke shop, stocking shelves, working the register, or demonstrating new product whenever possible. It didn't bring in a lot of income, Hermione's had pretty much always been the main source of income.

When the trio received the money that came along with their Order of Merlin's, Ron was quick to use his on a weeklong binge in America, drinking and doing whatever else his heart desired. It was no matter to Hermione, she quietly used her money to place a deposit on their house, and when Ron returned home, she smiled, and went back to her role as caretaker. Maybe she should have thrown a fuss, maybe things would have changed if she had, but she had spent years caring for Harry and Ron, she would continue to.

So, when he came home from the pub, after another night of drinking his sadness away, she silently closed her book, and listened.

It wasn't always the same problem on the surface, but it always came back to the same issue.

"I've never anything to myself 'Mione, I spent my childhood getting hand me downs, and now even as an adult I'm forced to share a job with my brothers', I'm sick of it," he said through labored breaths, the alcohol still coursing through his system.

"You have me, Ron. And Harry, and a family who loves you," Hermione whispered back, the darkness of the room providing her with a cool comfort.

"No, Ginny has Harry. My family lets me fade into the background, you're the only thing that's just mine."

Hermione sighed; the guilt stopped eating at her long ago.

"Why don't you find something that's just for you? A hobby? We could get you a pet, I know you don't care for Crookshanks much," Hermione provided, she found problems easiest to deal with when actively searching for a solution.

"I- I kind of have found something I want, just hear me out, 'Mione, please," she could hear her husband whisper, the words fading into almost nothing as if his nerve were running out.

"You know I'd do anything for you, Ron."

"I- It's kind of a bedroom thing. One of the blokes at the pub was talking about it. It's called, erm, uh.. it's cuckolding."

"What?" Hermione's eyebrows began to furrow, trying to understand anything that was happening, but for once, her mind was void.

"Well, I think it would help. I know that you're mine. But if I watched you with another man, got to see someone crave something that was mine, it might boost my self-esteem. Because at the end of it, we would leave, and I would get the pleasure to know that I won, I still got to keep what's mine, something that someone would envy."

The proposition was odd, and while it made sense in a weird, twisted way, she knew how Ronald's brain worked, and she knew why he thought this the best solution. He had never been envied, no one was ever jealous of him, and he sought validation from others, he always had. But the way he had described Hermione, his wife, as a possession, wasn't settling well in her stomach, though she supposed she should have expected it.

Hermione let her sigh dissolve into the dark room before finally asking, "who would it be? Is that something you've considered?"

"Of course, Mione. I know you want all the information before making a decision. Since all our friends are married, I didn't have many options. Well, options that weren't Charlie or Fred. But I was thinking Sirius? Sirius Black. Remember how he used to tell us all about his conquests during his Hogwarts days? This seems like something he wouldn't be too opposed to, right?" Ron asked, the words rushing from his body as if Hermione might stop him before he could finish.

And maybe she would have said no, if he had offered up anyone different. Maybe the guilt should have caused her to come to her senses.

But Ron didn't know that his solution was presented on a silver platter.

Ron didn't know that his wife had been finding comfort in Sirius Black for years.


It started after the Battle of Hogwarts, a single kiss as the realization set in that they had won the war. The two were on the 6th floor, coming down from Gryffindor Tower when they looked down to see the smoke was beginning to clear, and the remaining Death Eaters vanish. They had watched the sky burn together, saw their friends and family fall at the hands of Death Eaters, and cried as their home was decimated before their eyes. Sirius didn't stop her as she turned to him, eyes riddled with tears when she grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him as her adrenaline died down.

No one could blame them - war was emotional, though the kiss was passionate, it didn't linger past anything more. But something clicked in Hermione's chest that day, it felt like the puzzle was beginning to come together.

They would see each other sporadically over the years; at birthday parties, Christmas', even gala's. But they were always discreet, neither of them intended to continue it, kisses blamed on alcohol, heads on shoulders with the excuse of grief. They never let it get past further than kissing. Hermione was still a married woman, but eventually she began to see him all around her. The dogs she passed in the street, denim jackets, cigarette smoke; they all brought her thoughts straight to Sirius Black. So it was unfortunate that every time they would see each other, the invisible string that connected them would pull tighter, tangling themselves further and further together.

It had become complicated. Hermione knew the lines were graying, and she found she didn't want it to stop.

So when Ron came home a few weeks later with the plans set for that night and a small bag with a lace slip, the string around her heart pulled tighter.

She knew the nerves should exist. It had been months since she had seen Sirius last, when the two shared lazy kisses in a park and a bottle of wine. That time their meeting had been purposeful, a bittersweet end to whatever was going on between them. They both knew it needed to end before they were too far deep. Before they couldn't pretend like the lingering touches and secret kisses weren't just accidents.

So, while Ron wondered around the house sipping a glass of Firewhiskey; Hermione spent a few moments in the bathroom, fluffing her curls, putting the lace slip on underneath her black dress, and preparing for another goodbye.

As the couple slipped onto the streets of London, she could feel the warmth of Ron's hand against her back as he led her to a swanky hotel. Sirius has already checked in, he informed her, letting her know that he had charmed a wall to act as a two-way mirror. Ron would be able to watch from the adjoining room, but out of respect for her, Sirius requested it just be he and Hermione so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

The elevator slowed as it approached the 11th floor, and Hermione's nerves had now caught up to her, her stomach felt like a ton of lead. But Ron seemed oblivious to her change, kissing her gently at the door to her room. As he turned to walk away, Hermione's hand came up, ready to knock gently on the door she knew Sirius was behind.

Before her knuckles could make contact, the door swung open, and she could feel the final piece of the puzzle click into place.

"Hermione," Sirius breathed, sounding like he hadn't taken a proper breath since he'd seen her last.

Hermione could feel her face flood with warmth, her hand reaching out before her brain had caught up.

She let her hand cradle his face, her fingers grazing his graying beard. He was as beautiful as the first time she'd seen him, and her throat hitched at the realization of their peculiar reunion.

Sirius grabbed her hand gently, leading her to the large bed, and she pointedly ignored the wall she knew her husband was watching behind. Hermione let herself get lost in the moment, there was nothing in the world other than Sirius. He was all the stars in her sky.

She let her legs fall against the back of the bed, Sirius' eyes trailing up her legs, and the heat in her stomach bloomed quickly. He reached his fingers to her collarbone and drew lazy circles against it as Hermione closed her eyes, her head falling back in gratitude.

Sirius' lips were pressed to the side of her throat, and she could feel the open-mouthed kisses trailing the length of her neck. A small moan escaped her lips as his fingers drew the straps of her dress down, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. Hermione was suddenly aware of the heat rushing down her chest, as her breathing became heavier, desperate for more.

She always needed more from Sirius. His love for her was giving, entirely focused on her, and she loved to relish in the undivided attention, the care he always sought to provide her. It was one of many reasons she had fallen for him.

So, when Sirius pressed her back to the bed, she fell lazily, her eyes catching the hungry look on his face, as if a man starved. He pulled the dress down her, the slip clinging to her form, and the groan that he let out at seeing it drew a blush to her face. The weight in her stomach grew lighter at the realization that Sirius had wanted her as desperately as she him.

Hermione could feel his palm press down on her stomach, and she laid back as his tongue began trailing lazily up her thighs, getting closer to her growing heat. The need for friction was too great, but instead of easing her ache, she arched her back, digging her ass into the bed and placing her leg over Sirius' shoulder.

Sirius let in a sharp breath upon seeing her like this - exposed.

"Where are your knickers?" he asked pleadingly, like that fact alone made this whole situation too good to be true.

"I didn't want any obstacles," she whispered desperately, ready for him to ravish her.

She was opening herself for him, ready to give herself over completely if he'd take it. Though she expected Sirius to move to her cunt willingly, he moved his lips to the side, instead placing kisses on the insides of her thighs.

"You smell divine," he groaned against the thin skin, his words vibrating straight to her core as he spoke.

She tried to push herself into him again, but he just pushed her back down harder, pining her beneath his hand and the bed.

"Be a good girl, Hermione, I've been waiting to taste you for years," Sirius drawled, his breathe hitting the wet spots from his tongue, making her ache deliciously.

She reached her hands up to his head, running her fingers through his loose waves as he placed kisses on her inner thighs. She could be good, she thought. She could be anything he wanted. But his kisses remained the same, no increase in speed or tempo. He was teasing her, and she was tired of waiting.

They had been doing this dance around each other for years, whether anyone noticed or not. She had remained as faithful as the fates would let her, but her heart kept drawing her back to Sirius Black.

Hermione let her nails scratch his scalp and Sirius let out a small groan before his tongue finally licked her core. She moaned feverishly as he kissed and sucked at her desperately, his tongue making wide passes to cover her entirely. She let the vision of him burn into her brain, and let his moans etch themselves into her skin.

He pulled his face away from her cunt and stared up at her brown eyes, while his finger trailed up and down her wet folds. Hermione was sure she had stopped breathing, there was no way her brain was getting oxygen with how wound up she was getting.

Sirius Black was beautiful. His smoky gray eyes stared into hers, and she felt more exposed in this moment than she had all night. It was like he was looking for answers to a question that hadn't been asked. Though she knew she'd give him any answer.

His eyes never left hers as he pressed his finger into her gently, and she let out a whimper as he curled that finger toward himself and placed his lips to her clit. Sirius sucked the bundle of nerves gently, bringing her closer and closer to release. Hermione let her fingers grip his hair and pulled him closer to her as she rode him through her high.

With his face dripping in her juices, she could see the glint in his eyes, and he made his way back up her lithe form. His mouth met her own, and she moaned at the taste of herself on him. Hermione was certain nothing had tasted as good as this, and she'd live entirely off him if he let her.

Sirius cradled her face in his hand as he pulled his lips off her own. His eyes piercing her entire being, as if baring his soul.

"Do you want me to fuck you Hermione?" he asked as ran his warm hand across her thigh. His face was so close to hers, if she moved herself just slightly there lips would touch again, an act she was hopeful to repeat.

Hermione's eyes grew wide, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the moment. She could only nod her head as she pushed her thighs together, desperate for friction and his touch once again.

"Use your words," he ordered and his breath was hot against her lips.

"Sirius, please," she pleaded, bucking her hips upward to rub at his already hard cock.

"I've waited years for you. And if I fuck you, I will never let you go. You cannot go running back to your husband. Because I will not let you go again. This is your only chance," he said with more sincerity than she had ever witnessed in her life. He was giving her an out.

This was the chance for rationale to set in, for Hermione to realize that her marriage and relationship could be over. This was the time to be sensible. But rationale be damned, Hermione knew what she wanted without him even asking.

Hermione knew she was his. She had been his for years. And even if she left without this fuck, he would have ruined her forever.

"I don't need a chance. I want you. I'm yours. I'm yours until all the stars burn out."

Sirius had held back long enough, his mouth pressed against hers fiercely, his tongue dove into her mouth unrestrained. When she felt his fingers dive back to her cunt, she bucked her hips in response, her hand falling to his bulge, pulling it gently from his pants, stroking his length.

His moans were driving her wild, and she picked up the pace, getting high off the noises she had him make. Sirius let out a deep groan that reverberated around the room, and he flipped the witch onto her stomach.

Hermione felt his hands trailing every inch of her skin, while his cock rubbed against her aching core. His length slide between her folds, and she pushed herself back onto her knees. She was desperate now, wild for his touch. She wanted to feel him fill her, wanted to let this man wreck her life and fuck her into oblivion. Once he was properly coated in her juices, she felt him push into her slowly before filling her completely. The ache grew into a burning heat as her body begged for more.

She couldn't hold back her screams as he began fucking her roughly from behind. Hermione pushed herself upward, so she was kneeling in front of him, and felt Sirius' hand move to her breast, tweaking her nipples to drive her further to ecstasy. But it wasn't enough, Sirius would never be enough.

She began to fuck him back, pushing herself further onto his dick as her orgasm began to grow. His fingers moved down to her clit, rubbing concise circles as he took her from behind.

"Such a good girl, I could fuck your pretty cunt forever. I will fuck your pretty cunt forever," Sirius whispered into her neck. He began sucking at her pulse point, and he sucked hard at the skin there while he drove himself into her. She was high on him now, and wasn't sure how she could ever come back down.

Hermione whimpered, his words going straight to her core. He was filling her deliciously, and she wasn't sure how she'd gone her whole life without the love of Sirius Black.

His palm slapped her ass, pushing her straight off the cliff into bliss. Her brain went dark as bright lights flooded her vision and she felt like a million stars were exploding inside of her. She went limp beneath him, her head diving straight into the bed as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm.

She let out a final scream as Sirius chased his own release, filling her two more times before she heard him moan her name, and he stilled as his cock twitched inside of her.

Hermione couldn't help the content sigh that escaped her lips as he trailed a couple kisses down her spine.

"Come, love. Let's go home."