A/N: Written for the Melting Pot Fanfiction Groups Christmas in July Fest! Thank you so much to the modmins for all their hard work on putting this amazing fest together! I ended up writing 3 stories for this fest, including a pinch hit! My prompts for this third story (the pinch hit) were the pairing Hermione Granger/Sirius Black, Barbados, and Stargazing.

Grammarly kindly beta'd this for me. All mistakes are mine.

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Summary: Hermione did not expect to spend her summer in Barbados, but saying no to Harry is impossible. Now that she's here and in the presence of Sirius Black again, she can't help but lust after him.

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black

Rating: M

Warnings: Mild Sexual Content, Frottage, Making Out, Explicit Language

Stargazing

Sighing heavily, Hermione leaned back on the blanket she'd spread over the sand. The air was warm still, despite the sun having gone down over an hour ago. She shifted in the sand, allowing it to cradle her body as she looked up at the dark sky. It was perfectly clear and Hermione was able to watch the stars as they twinkled down at her. Stargazing had always been one of the past times she had shared with her father.

He considered himself an amateur astronomer and they'd even had a backyard telescope when she was young. It made her nostalgic now, but she still loved it. There was a clarity that came to the mind when one contemplated the stars above. And how small one was in comparison.

She hadn't expected to find herself in Barbados for the summer, but when Harry begged, she said yes. She always said yes to Harry, even all these years after leaving school. He was one of her few weaknesses. Sighing again, she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to relieve some of the tension in her shoulders by rolling her head.

Barbados had been the latest place Harry had tracked Sirius too and he wanted Hermione along in the hopes that he finally found his godfather. She hadn't quite believed that Sirius was alive, but Harry was convinced and she indulged him. It shocked her to no end, when they'd arrived on Barbados and found Sirius alive and well living in an old plantation house that had apparently been in the Black family for centuries.

"Pirates," Sirius had explained at the time. "We Blacks were bloody good pirates back in the 18th and 19th centuries."

"Merlin," Harry had whispered, his eyes wide. Already, the hero worship was starting again.

Harry wasn't a child anymore though, and Hermione had her own battles to wage that didn't involve curbing Harry's hero worship of his wayward godfather.

Sirius Black was... ridiculously attractive. Too attractive for his own good. And far too attractive for Hermione's good. She was struggling to remain here and either not be a blithering idiot in his presence, or not acting on that attraction. What on earth would Harry think if he were to know the thoughts in her head? She shuddered to even think of how that conversation would go. Shouty Harry would come out and Hermione hated Shouty Harry.

Hermione opened her eyes to find the stars blocked by a black shape leaning over her.

"Godric," she half-screamed as Sirius came into focus. "You scared me." Her heart thumped hard in her chest as the adrenaline pumped through her body.

"Sorry, love." He gave her that devastating, knicker-soaking grin that never failed to make Hermione breathless. "Thought you were asleep."

"No," she said faintly, shaking her head. "Just closed my eyes for a moment. I came out to stargaze."

"Ooh, I love stargazing." He dropped down onto the blanket beside her. It wasn't a very large blanket and he snuggled close. Hermione's breath stopped entirely for a long moment as she contemplated the warmth of his body touching hers from shoulder to toes. He leaned back on his elbow and used the other to point at one of the glistening specks in the sky. "There," he said, proudly, "that one's mine."

Hermione laughed. "Of course that's the first thing you can pick out."

"'Course," Sirius agreed. "It's mine after all."

"As if you can own a star," Hermione scoffed, shaking her head.

The problem with her attraction to Sirius was because it was just so damned easy to be with him. He was an excellent conversationalist, witty and funny. Self-effacing and charming in all the ways Hermione liked. She had never imagined a perfect partner in her head, not like a lot of witches did, but seeing Sirius out here in Barbados, away from the pressures he'd been under when she was a teenager, was like seeing him in a new light. He wasn't nearly so bitter. And his attitude toward Harry had changed.

When they were teenagers, she was afraid that he saw Harry as a substitute for James, but the intervening years of them being separate seems to have cleared the issue for Sirius. Perhaps, it was what they really needed to have a healthy relationship. She only wished that the intervening years hadn't also somehow made Sirius a lust magnet for her.

Even now, with his boasting about his star, Hermione could feel her body responding to him.

"Were you coming out here to look at stars too?" she asked him. Once he'd sat down she kept herself rigid, refusing to look at him. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on the sky and the stars twinkling above.

Sirius scoffed. "No. I've had my fill of stars. I was coming to look for you."

He turned his gaze toward her, she could see him out of the corner of her eye, a somewhat expectant look on his face, but Hermione ignored it. They were too close. She was worried that if she turned her head, she would be tempted to kiss him. The last thing anyone needed was for Hermione to let her silly little crush show.

"Oh?" she asked, hoping she sounded disinterested. "Does Harry need me?"

Sirius barked out a laugh and turned to look back up at the sky. "No, he's sleeping off the whisky from after dinner. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I felt you leave the wards, and got worried."

"Oh, I didn't mean to worry you," Hermione replied, biting her lip. She hadn't realized the beach in front of his home wasn't included in the wards or she would have said something prior to sneaking out after dinner. The moment she realized the plan was to get drunk, she pled a headache and headed up to her room. But she only stayed there a few moments before the idea to go out to the beach to stargaze struck her. It wasn't that she didn't like to have a drink every now and then, but the last thing she needed was a case of in vino veritas with Harry as a witness.

Sirius turned onto his side, propping his head up with his arm. It put him above her and she couldn't help but look at him. He was so damnably attractive she was almost angry over it. What right did he have looking so good and laying so close to her on a secluded beach at night? Her imagination was going wild with scenarios, each one more brazen and indecent than the last.

"Everything alright?" he asked. His voice had taken on a husky tone and Hermione's ruined knickers were soaked further at the sound. It grated against her ears in the best way, causing gooseflesh to break out across her body. Which in turn made her nipples tighten. She was only in a bralette and light sundress. Sirius definitely noticed. His glance down to her chest in the minimal light was so brief that she almost missed it.

"It's fine," Hermione replied. She meant to make it sound business-like, but it sounded much breathier.

"I want to kiss you," Sirius responded out of nowhere. His eyes were trained on her lips and she inhaled quickly, not quite a gasp.

"Why?" she whispered. They were so close now, that despite the darkness, Hermione could clearly see every prism of color in his grey eyes.

Sirius smiled. "Because you look bloody gorgeous in the starlight. And because I've been dying to kiss you since you and Harry tracked me down a few weeks ago."

Hermione licked her bottom lip, then did what any self-respecting Gryffindor would. She surged forward, pressing her lips to Sirius's. He groaned and wrapped his free hand around the back of her head as he leaned over her and pushed her into the sand. His lips were warm and soft, a perfect fit to hers, she thought somewhat hysterically. He smelled like ocean salt and firewhisky and it was a combination that set her nerves on fire.

He tasted divine; a hint of whisky with some deeper essence that was pure Sirius. She moaned at the back of her throat and he swallowed it, answering with his own groan as he rolled so that he was over her.

"This alright?" he asked, pulling back just enough to say the words. His lips brushed hers and little sparks of pleasure flickered through her.

"Yes," she hissed as she rearranged their legs so that he was cradled between hers.

"Oh, fuck," Sirius grunted, seemingly unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips against her. Hermione arched her body at the contact, wrapping one leg around him. He dropped his head to her shoulder and pressed open-mouthed kisses to her neck. All the while his hips were flexing against her. A wiggle and a squirm and suddenly his hot, hard cock was pressed at just the right spot against her clit. She cried out, arching against him as he dropped a hand to her breast. He thumbed over her nipple at the same time as he thrust against her and despite both of them being fully dressed, Hermione almost came.

"Sirius," she murmured. Her hands were buried in his hair and she yanked him back to look at him. "Are you drunk?"

"Fuck no," he growled, bringing his head up to look her in the eye. His were clear, though the pupils were blown wide with lust. "I've wanted you for weeks. It took me ages to get over the guilt of you being Harry's friend. Hell, I still feel a little bad about that."

"Don't," Hermione replied, shaking her head. "It's not like we can help the attraction."

"Exactly." He licked his lips, gazing at hers again, and then kissed her. She promptly responded to the kiss, having no idea what was going to happen tomorrow, but she desperately wanted to see what Sirius planned to do next.

~Fin~