AN: Welcome back! Guys, what is going on with this necklace? Is anyone worried about Hermione? Well, don't be because we all know that woman can definitely handle herself! So excited about this update for y'all, I know it's a bit short, but we're starting to get somewhere, I can't wait to hear your thoughts! Please leave a review and let me know what you think! Xoxo
After she had put on her pajamas, made her evening cup of tea, and attempted to read herself to sleep she still found herself plagued by thoughts of the necklace. It reminded her of a craving for chocolate or the nagging need to play a certain song on repeat, it was a nuisance she could not override with simple willpower. After she turned off her lamp and still could not drive the thought of the pendant from her brain, she fumbled for the bottle of sleep elixir on her nightstand she kept there for emergencies. Taking a liberal swig, she replaced it on the table and rolled over waiting for sleep to claim her.
Sirius was perched between her thighs, his hands resting gently on her hips, as if ready to bend her to his will at any moment. He was grinning at her like the cat that caught the canary. His eyes were locked on her own— they were unyielding, penetrating into a place deep inside her and stirring great feeling. He was teasing her with his silence, with his pauses, as much as he had teased her with his tongue and the ministrations of his hands. She broke—a sigh escaped from her mouth. He raised his eyebrows in acceptance of her surrender.
He grazed his hand over her thigh; she flinched with anticipation. He bent over her prone body to trail kisses down her neck, gently nipping her soft fair skin along the way. His hair grazed her chest, lightly tickling her breasts as he worked his way downward. He could feel her pulse quicken as he worked his tongue in circles around her nipples, taking them between his teeth and biting firmly, eliciting a moan of pleasure. He skimmed her figure with his hands, exploring the soft plane of her body over the sides of her full breasts, her rib cage, her waist and her hips. Grasping them again he journeyed further south with his lips leaving kisses on her stomach, below her navel and her pelvic bone. She arched her back, a plea for release. He kissed the inside of her thighs, relishing the soft moans she was making. Using the broad side of his tongue he licked the soft inside of her leg, simultaneously running his hands down her calves.
She rolled her hips towards him anticipating the next place his tongue would tease. Finally, he kissed her exactly where she wanted. He lightly sucked the peak of her mound causing her to cry out. Skillfully he circled it with the tip of his tongue, applying pressure to the surrounding areas, torturing her sweetly as her arousal built. She was glistening with it, hot, wet and ready. Without removing his mouth he began to lightly stroke her entrance, sliding first one finger inside and then a second. One of her hands was clutching the sheet beneath her, the other was tangled in his dark hair.
"Sirius..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with abandon.
She was on the brink of losing control, the tremors of her impending release were emanating from her core all the way to her outer limbs. Her face was flushed, eyes fluttering, lips parted. He curled his fingers inside of her, rhythmically pulsing the sweet spot inside. She cried out as she came, her legs trembling uncontrollably as he let her down from the high he had built.
As her body relaxed, he kissed her on her stomach, then postured himself beside her, drawing her to him, cradling her head under his neck. Her ragged breathing steadied and she kissed his shoulder, basking in the glow of her pleasure.
"What about you?" she asked him softly.
"Oh, don't worry about me, love. There's plenty for me in round two," he replied.
She could hear the devilish smile in his voice. Oh, god, she thought. Round two. I might fall apart. Then again, maybe she didn't mind. She glanced at the side table and saw the pendant was right there where she had left it, it's bright stone winking at her in the lamplight.
Hermione woke once again with a start. She never dreamt this vividly, this often, and definitely not this... luridly. She was unsure of what disturbed her most about the dream she had just had: that it was the third of its kind in two days, that the pendant had made an appearance, or that she had very thoroughly enjoyed being devoured by Sirius Black.
Her sheets were damp with sweat, crumpled around her knees where she had apparently thrown them off. Her fingers were sticky... oh god, had she been touching herself in her sleep? A quick check confirmed her suspicion. This was absolutely out of control.
There was something wrong with her and she could tell magic was involved one way or another. The pendant was creeping back into her mind like an obsession that did not originate there. She looked at the clock. It was 8 o'clock. Her rational mind was trying to cut through the insistent need of the pendant in her thoughts, and that part of her mind told her seeking out the pendant was a bad, bad idea. However, she also knew that her ability to resist this compulsion was limited and that at some point she was going to have to seek out the pendant to work out a way of disentangling it from her mind.
Arriving at a decision, she dressed with resolve. If anyone could confront and resist this pendant it would be her. She just had to be in the same room with it if she was going to study it and break its enchantment over her. Once she had clothed herself in jeans and a green short sleeve tee, she splashed water on her face, brushed her teeth and grabbed her bag. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and apparated to the front porch of Grimmauld. There were birds nestled in the topiaries on the stoop, chirping softly, enjoying the sunshine. The outside world was entirely indifferent to the current complexities of her inner world.
She opened the front door and found the house as she had left it-dusty, dim, and dingy. She quietly closed the door behind her, and ascended the stairs resolutely. She walked to Sirius's room with purpose, lit a lamp, and walked to stand in front of the bureau. The necklace was exactly how she had left it. Now that she was standing in front of it, she felt oddly calm. She couldn't explain it, there was nothing else for her to do, the only course of action that she could think of was to lift the pendant to her neck and put it on.
Her hands cooperated with the urges of her mind; she picked up the pendant and slipped it on, the sapphire stone laying just below her breastbone. The moment it encircled her neck, the magical insistence of her body to put the jewelry on stopped. Her mind was suddenly clear and calm. She lifted the stone up to look at it, noticing it's exceptional brilliance. She stared at the stone, and felt it surge with power. Before she knew what was happening, her eyes fluttered shut like shutters in a storm. She could feel the energy of the room shifting and then the world went blank.