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Limerence Laws

By Kittenshift17

CHAPTER SIX

Severus eyed the little bitch with mounting fury. He'd been able to pick the thoughts right out of her head as she'd tried to decide how best to convince him cooperate with the notion of marrying her. He fully intended to. He didn't have a choice, with Albus involved. Insolence had been her first idea; then seduction. Severus wondered if he should be offended that she'd decided against trying it, or proud that she dismissed the notion as an ineffective means to sway him.

She was clever, he'd give her that. When she'd called Dumbledore out on the notion of clearing Black's name and giving him a job instead, she'd proved she had stones, too. He'd been thinking of her throughout the ordeal thus far, as little more than as the impertinent swot who wasted her time in his classes, waving her hand about in the air trying to get his attention to answer a question. In his mind he could recall the image of her, hair bushier than it was now, buck-teeth too big for her mouth before she'd had them shrunken down to size, expression earnest with the need to answer a question.

The witch before him now was far removed from that one. She'd always been insolent and prone to speaking out of turn, but this wasn't a little girl pitching a fit or spewing defiance. No, she might be even more defiant but she was no child. She wasn't afraid to call Dumbledore a liar. She didn't cower in the face of Severus's wrath. She didn't seem prone to swooning for the mutt, either. She was furious, calculating and cold. Manipulative. Were it not for the bravery it undoubtedly took for her to stand up to him and to Dumbledore at all, Severus might've said she'd make a decent Slytherin, in another life.

"Do you imagine me fearful of you or Black?" Severus asked in a low, goading hiss.

He smirked when goose-bumps raced across her skin, at the tone. Black reacted to it, too. That would come in handy later, he imagined.

"Of course not," she shook her head. "Fearful for us, however..."

Severus narrowed his eyes on her once more. Oh, she was good. He'd conceded that point. She knew he was a Death Eater and had deduced that if he married the two of them, the Dark Lord would order him to bring one or both of them before him. Merlin, if it would cement his place in the Dark Lord's trust, Albus would ask it of him, no matter the cost to Potter. Did she know that? Or was she merely guessing?

"Ah, so you are deluding yourself with notions that I would care should your death be required. How quaint. You will find, Hermione, that I've absolutely no regard for you or the mutt."

"I think we both know that's a lie, don't we?" she asked in return, her confounded hand still pressing against his chest to the left of his row of buttons. The touch unnerved him. No one ever willingly touched him unless he was interested in paying for it or seduced them with his voice. It had been longer than he could recall since anyone other than Poppy Pomfrey had willingly touched him in any capacity without wanting anything from him in return. And even she only did so for the moral obligation of healing him when he was wounded.

Everyone else in the world seemed to have gotten the memo that petting dangerous creatures was not wise. The idea that this tiny, wild-haired witch would touch him so willingly annoyed him more than it should. Especially because he knew she was manipulating him.

"You're afraid that you'll be asked to murder one or both of us, by either of your masters. Yes, I have no delusions of where the orders might come from and what it would cost you to carry them out, no matter how Sirius and I might annoy the stuffing out of you." She spoke in a soft whisper, soft enough that Albus wouldn't be able to hear her. She certainly knew how to play, this one. Severus wasn't sure he liked the notion overly much.

"Do not make the mistake of thinking that there is anything you could do that will sway my opinion if I'm not of a mind to agree with you, Miss Granger," Severus warned her, colouring his tone with contempt but pushing just the faintest hint of fondness into it, just to see what would happen.

She smiled, but it wasn't a happy smile. It didn't look a cunning smile either, if he was being honest. She looked almost... resigned. As though she knew she was fighting a losing battle but was going to keep fighting to her last breath if she had to.

"We agreed you weren't going to call me that anymore," she reminded him quietly.

"You keep calling my Professor," Severus retorted quietly. His eyes darted to Black when the mutt sat forward in his chair, leaning closer as though hoping he would overhear the two of them.

Circe's cunt, the idea of marrying the two of them made him want to Avada himself.

"Are you going to cooperate with the law or not, Snape?" the little swot asked. She didn't seem comfortable using his given name unless she was taunting him or threatening him, Severus noticed with a twist of his lips. "I assure you that should the order come that you have to murder either of us, we will be able to figure something out. Or do you want to give up your magic for the sake of me and Sirius?"

Severus was going to have to be careful with this one. She was crafty and could play the word games with more skill than most Gryffindors seemed to possess.

"You do realise that magical bonds of marriage are taken for life, don't you?" he asked her, shooting another glance at Black when he stood up and moved closer, obviously not liking not knowing what was going on.

"She's the smartest witch I've ever met, of course she realises that, Snape," Black muttered.

"I am aware that the ceremony involves a Blood Oath. In fact, I believe there might be a solution to your concern that can be solved with the ceremony itself," she admitted. She shot a glance at Black over her shoulder and Severus noticed the way she shifted her weight between her feet slightly, obviously not used to being surrounded by wizards in this manner.

She might be accustomed to two on one, given that she was so close with Potter and Weasley, but he suspected they preferred to both stand in front of her, rather than one in front and one behind so as to ensure that she was always in the middle of them. Severus was thinking Black did it on purpose, either to keep himself from attacking, to protect himself should Severus attack him in return, or simply because he'd noticed how it unsettled the witch, too.

"You already have a plan for that too?" Severus asked, raising one eyebrow sceptically.

"I like to use my time wisely," she shrugged. "And I am, as you say, a know-it-all. Look, I'm not saying I've got all the answers or that this will be easy. Merlin knows that of every match in the history of the wizarding world, there couldn't be a more complicated one than this. I understand that the two of you have a nasty history and I get it that you'd rather never have to speak to one another and that the idea of being stuck with each other and with me must be repugnant to you given the age difference and the circumstances of our interactions up until now, but the other option is being muggles. I don't imagine your masters would leave you be should you choose to walk away from the magical world either, Snape. I hate to say it, but the only valid option here is that the three of us comply with the law and figure out the details later."

"Or I could kill both of you," Severus replied.

"You won't," Hermione said, tipping her head to one side and regarding him carefully before Black could even open his mouth to tell him to shove it.

"What makes you so sure?"

"You'd have done it already if you were going to."

"You confiscated my wand," Severus reminded her. "Actually, I'd like it back."

"I'm sure you would. I'm trying to illustrate the point of why you're going to comply. You feel naked and vulnerable right now without your wand, don't you? Sirius is a bit more used to it, given that he didn't have one for the twelve years he was in Azkaban, but you're not used to being without your wand. That's how you'll feel as a muggle, only you won't have wandless-magic either. The part of you that makes you so inherently you will be gone. And I'm not sure the Ministry would remove your memories of the magical world along with your ability to wield magic. Doing so for someone like Sirius would leave him all but brain dead. For you... well, I don't know enough about your history to know how it would affect you, but I don't imagine it would be pleasant."

"Stop being such a swot and give me my wand, witch," Severus sighed. "And when you're sandwiched between me and the fucking mutt behind you, naked, and feeling like you'd rather be dead, you remember that you were the one who argued marriage instead of muggle."

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Hermione's lips twitched with victory to know he'd agreed with her, even if he'd done so in a way that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"Sirius?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at the man. "Objections?"

"To getting married?" he clarified. "Sweetheart, if I get cleared of my convictions and get to interact with the rest of the bloody world again rather than being locked away at Grimmauld, I'd bloody well shag Snape myself. I'll handle being married."

"Must you, with the mental imagery?" Hermione asked when Snape curled his lip and made a sound of disgust.

"You'll get used to me, love," Sirius promised with a laugh. He dropped another kiss to the top of her head before the three of them all turned to look at Dumbledore.

He was eyeing them shrewdly.

"We'll bloody do it," Sirius said. "But you have to come through on the part where I get cleared of being a wanted criminal and where you give me and Moony the Defence position."

Dumbledore didn't look thrilled with the idea, but he seemed at least relieved that he wouldn't need to look for three new people to help in the fight against Voldemort.

"Severus, I expected that Tom will call upon you soon to find out who you have been matched with and how you intend to approach the matter. I believe it would be in the best interests of all three of you to marry as quickly as possible."

"Old man, I've got a week of freedom left!" Sirius protested. "I'm not about to tie myself to these two for the rest of my life in monogamy without sewing a few more wild oats!"

"The idea of the law is that you sew your oats in Granger, you fucking moron!" Snape sneered and Hermione sighed.

They were never going to get along.

"Actually, about that," Hermione spoke up. "It might've escaped your notice, but I'm still in school. I'm not getting pregnant before I graduate. Also, it seems to me that Harry knocking up Tonks before the war is won would be rather dangerous. One more target for the Death Eaters to strike at and one more tether to keep Harry from doing whatever he must to win the war."

"Contraceptives are supposed to be cancelled out by whatever magic has been imbued into the rings the Ministry issued," Dumbledore sighed. "Severus? Perhaps you can think of a solution?"

Snape nodded. "I'll brew something. You truly mean for us to marry as quickly as possible?"

"You know what Tom will ask of you if they are not protected by the ceremony and oaths I believe Miss Granger hinted at," Dumbledore said.

"And should you require the same sacrifice at some later date?" Snape asked shrewdly. Hermione hid her smirk, sighing slightly and letting herself lean against Sirius.

He seemed surprised by the touch when she leaned against him before he propped his chin atop her head and circled one arm around her waist. Butterflies fluttered inside her stomach at the casual return of affection. The time she had spent with Sirius in the past had proved that he could be very affectionate if he decided he liked a person. Indeed, he often seemed to crave physical touch – a carryover from spending twelve years alone in a cramped cell with only the other insane prisoners and the Dementors for company.

In the past he'd slung an arm around her in the kitchens at Grimmauld Place and once laid his head in her lap when they'd all been lounging about in the library last winter, begging her to play with his hair, but the butterflies had never made themselves known before. Hermione supposed that knowing that she had anywhere between a few hours and a few days to get used to being intimate with him and indeed, to prepare to have sex with him, it was natural that the butterflies filled her tummy.

Snape shot them both a glare as though they'd betrayed him by touching one another and Hermione felt more than heard the way Sirius laughed at his expense.

"I would prefer that all three of you are incapable of killing each other in any capacity, no matter whose orders ask it," Dumbledore said.

"We can't get married today," Hermione interrupted before it could be suggested. "I agree that there's little sense in waiting when doing so will cause Snape problems with his master, but today is much too soon."

"It's barely mid-morning, Miss Granger. There is still plenty of time to handle such things. And I understand you no longer have parents who recognise you, so there's hardly need to invite them. Similarly Sirius and Severus have no relatives to invite, though I expect Remus and Harry and the Weasley's might like to be there for the ceremony. There is time to invite them and see to the joining the evening."

"That may be," Hermione said in a tight voice, narrowing her eyes on the Headmaster. "But let's not forget the part of magical bonding ceremonies for marriage requiring consummation."

"Scared, Granger?" Snape sneered.

"Yes, actually. But I imagine that right in this moment, if I were to strip naked you and Sirius would likely run scared."

"Oh?" Sirius asked. "Need a little grooming, sweetheart?"

Hermione snorted.

"Well, that too, I suppose. But unless the two of you are interested in… oh what did the twins call it? Red Wings? Unless you both want to earn your Red Wings this evening, you'll postpone the ceremony until Tuesday."

Snape's face twisted with disgust.

"Blood is natural, Miss Granger, and not something to be feared during such things," Dumbledore began.

"Yeah. No." Sirius spoke up. "Maybe you haven't been laid in long enough to care one way or the other, Dumbledore, but I've tried Red Winging it before and it was messy as hell. This will be awkward enough without 'Mione being mortified over having her period."

"Severus?" Dumbledore appealed.

"I can give her something to make it stop today, but thorough rinsing would be required to remove all residue," Snape said.

Hermione's cheeks glowed crimson at the causal way the three men discussed her period. She'd been sure that mentioning it at all would deter them all from pushing the issue. Sighing to herself, Hermione didn't know if she ought to be horrified, or grateful that at least the men she'd have to marry could be mature about the natural process her body undertook each month.

"The longer we wait, the more chance that Tom will summon you and ask you to murder them for the sake of weakening Harry. He's tried to get Sirius in the past and has used the notion of Sirius's suffering to lure Harry away from our protection before. I will not risk it."

"You still need to clear him, Albus," Snape replied. "Until he's cleared, marrying him to anyone puts them in danger. Likely that is the goal in mind should we rush this to avoid the Dark Lord's intervention. As soon as he wears the ring, they'll be able to track him."

Dumbledore frowned.

"Very well. My next order of business is with the Ministry, apparently," he muttered. Hermione watched him get to his feet. "Miss Granger, who was Mr Weasley matched to, do you know?"

"Oliver Wood and Katie Bell," Hermione told him. "Actually, that's going to be a problem. Ron still has school and marrying them off to him will put them in danger. They'll likely have to re-locate to either live here in the castle or down in Hogsmeade to meet the ordinance of co-habitation with their spouse. Actually, what about Tonks? I know she's usually on duty around here anyway, but won't she have to move in with Harry and Remus?"

"If Remus is accepting the teaching position alongside me, he'll have quarters here. Spouses are allowed to live with their teacher-counterpart," Sirius told her, still cuddling her to him casually while Snape glared at them. "She'll just have to Floo to work every day like the rest of the teacher's partners do."

"I didn't know any of them had partners," Hermione admitted.

"Most don't," Snape sneered. "In any case, Albus, the matter will have to be put off until late tonight or tomorrow at the earliest. How long will it take you to clear Black?"

Dumbledore didn't answer. He simply scowled with annoyance before leaving the room, Flooing to the Ministry.

"If he can get me off quick sticks I'm going to murder that manipulative old fucker," Sirius muttered when he was gone.

"That you actually believed he couldn't is hilarious," Snape replied.

"Must the two of you constantly bicker?" Hermione sighed. "Can't we just have five minutes of peace where you don't taunt each other?"

"You need to drink this," Snape told her, holding out a phial to her.

"What is it?" she asked him.

"Regular contraceptive. Until you don your ring it will work to cease you period. After that I will have to figure out a way to circumvent the inhibitor imbued in the rings. Do you have them with you?"

Hermione nodded, taking the phial and drinking it before handing it back and fishing the rings from her pocket. She held them out, all three laid on the palm of her small hand. Sirius and Snape both reached for one each and Hermione took note of which each seemed to prefer.

"How long will it take you to brew something to keep her from getting pregnant?" Sirius asked in the closest thing to a polite tone she'd ever heard him use.

"It seems to be a charm designed to supress the black-starwort within a contraceptive potion," he murmured, eyeing the ring and using his wand to peel at the layers of magic imbued in the silver. "If I brew a contraceptive relying on a different abortifacient herb, it should prevent pregnancy."

"How long will that take?" Sirius asked.

"Four hours," Snape shrugged.

"Delightful. I guess you better get started," Hermione muttered. "Sirius are you staying here? If I leave the two of you alone, you'll kill each other."

"Where are you going?" they both asked her simultaneously.

They both glared at each other after speaking too.

"It may be that we're being forced into this wretched marriage against our will, but as has been pointed out, the oaths we take to marry are for life. I might not be able to have my parents there, but you better bet that I'll actually look like a bride."

"You care what you look like to marry Snape?" Sirius asked, sounding like he thought her barmy.

"I'm marrying you too, idiot," she reminded him. "You want me to walk towards you in a fancy white dress or would you prefer I arrive in rags?"

Sirius blinked at the question. Snape curled his lip.

"I hardly care what you wear, Hermione," Snape sneered at her. "But do take note that unless you are a virgin, wearing white to a magical wedding ceremony is not allowed."

"That's bollocks!" Sirius argued. "Lily was shagging James before they got married and she wore white."

Snape's glare could have killed, she was certain.

"Are you trying to determine whether or not I'm a virgin without having to come right out and ask, Snape?" Hermione smirked at the dark eyed wizard when he glared at Sirius. She wasn't usually one to be quite so blunt, but it was rather amusing right then and there really wasn't time for dancing around such topics.

"Actually, we probably need to know that, love," Sirius said, his mouth by her ear as she leaned back against his chest.

"I hardly see how it matters," Hermione evaded, looking at her feet to hide the embarrassed blush upon her cheeks. The idea of telling both grown wizards – one of whom was her school teacher – about her sex life hardly seemed appropriate.

She squawked when Snape invaded her personal space from the front, his long-fingered hand coming up to grip her chin and tilt her head back. Forcing her gaze up, his eyes bored into hers with such intensity that it took her breath away. Dimly she was aware of the peppermint and herb scent of him, but mostly she was lost in the fathomless depths of her eyes.

Part of her wanted to object the tight hold and the rather terrifying way he invaded her space and made her feel so much like an insolent child even before he opened his mouth. The rest of her simply stood there in awe that anyone could keep such raw power contained within themselves – so carefully controlled and so utterly deadly.

"It matters because the consummation of a marriage bond within the magical world requires that all parties of the bond consummate the union at the same time, you little fool," he hissed into her face, his dark eyes boring into her. Hermione gulped audibly as he unleashed the full intensity of his personality and his presence upon her right in that moment. "It matters because that means the two of us are going to fuck you, simultaneously. It matters because if you're a virgin and either one of us gets carried away under the influence of the bonding magic, you will likely howl in pain. Now, answer the question you stubborn little swot. Are you a virgin?"

Hermione blinked rapidly, feeling the need to back away from him but unable to with Sirius at her blocking her escape and holding her firm.

"Ease up, Sni… Snape," Sirius admonished. "You don't have to terrify her into behaving. She's your bloody betrothed, not one of your infernal students."

"Do you want to fuck her while she cries?" Snape hissed, lifting his gaze to glare over Hermione's head.

"Mate, I've deflowered enough virgins that I know how to do it without hurting them," Sirius rolled his eyes. "The more important question for me is whether you're a virgin."

They were fighting again. Hermione sighed and squeaked when Snape's hand tightened reflexively on her chin.

"I'm not a virgin," she spoke up before Snape could spew vile words over Sirius again.

"You're not?" Sirius asked. He sounded surprised by the idea

Hermione shook her head. "I mean… I wouldn't say I'm that well-travelled, but I've had sex before."

"How many times?" Snape demanded.

"With who?" Sirius wanted to know.

"I don't know… maybe ten times," Hermione whispered, her face bright red in her mortification to admit such a thing to Professor Snape. "Does it really matter who it was with?"

"Yes," said Sirius.

"No," said Snape. "I'll be brewing a potion to cure anything sexually contracted to protect us from Black's whorish past. You will simply take a dose too."

"Oi! I don't bloody have anything. They tested me when they did my health check at the Ministry before I was shipped off to Azkaban." Sirius protested. "Go on, love, tell us who deflowered you?"

Hermione shook her head as much as she could when Snape was still gripping her chin.

"Do you understand what's going to happen to you in order to consummate this ridiculous marriage?" Snape asked her in a silken voice.

"I…." Hermione bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment. "Not really."

Snape lifted his eyes to look at Sirius over her head once more and she felt Sirius shrug.

"Want me to tell her?" Sirius asked.

Snape glanced back at her for a long moment.

"Ten times, you said?" he confirmed.

Hermione nodded, frowning slightly when she saw the faintest crease form between his dark eyebrows.

"Recently? How long would you say it's been since you last had sex, Miss Granger?"

"Stop calling me that when discussing my sex life and invading my personal space, Snape," Hermione practically whimpered. "It's awkward enough without the baggage of you being my teacher."

"Answer the question."

"I… I haven't kept count but I'd say it's probably been a little over a year since I last shagged anyone."

"Ah, fuck," Sirius cursed softly behind her. "Do you at least flick the bean?"

Hermione's eyes widened in horror and she pulled her chin out of Snape's grip to turn and level a horrified expression at Sirius.

"How is that any of your business?" she demanded, her cheeks so hot she was sure she could fry an egg on them.

"Do you understand the meaning of double penetration, Hermione?" Snape asked her when Sirius smirked at her.

"Seems rather self-explanatory," Hermione replied evenly.

"You understand then that in order for consummate the marriage you will be required to have not just one but two cocks crammed inside your vagina at the same time?"

"Urgh!" Sirius recoiled. "Damn it, Snape! Don't say that word."

Snape sneered at Sirius for a moment.

Hermione was too busy reeling in shock to prevent them from arguing the temerity of using the clinical description for her anatomy rather than any of the crude labels applied to female genitalia. Two? At the same time? In the same hole?

They wouldn't fit!

Merlin, she'd been mentally preparing since she'd read her letter for the notion of one in each hole or even for being spit-roasted, as Viktor had once called it, but she'd never imagined… both of them inside her quim? There was no way they were going to fit. They'd split her open. She admittedly hadn't seen either wizard naked, but she vividly recalled having sex to exclamations of how 'tight' she'd been and that had been with just one wizard at a time.

Logically it made sense, based on her scientific knowledge of the female reproductive organs than she could and likely would stretch, as occurred during birth. But she didn't delude herself to the belief that the stretching wouldn't hurt like all buggery.

They couldn't actually mean to both stick it in there at the same time, could they? They wouldn't fit. And besides, they could barely tolerate one another in the same room when they weren't touching. They'd be touching private parts!

"But… you won't both fit…" Hermione blurted without thinking, interrupting the argument her wizards were having about the merits of the word snatch over pussy, quim or slit.

"Yes, that's precisely why Black asked if you engage in masturbation. Preferably with some form of penetration," Snape drawled.

"For fuck's sake, Snivell… Snape! Stop making it sound so bloody clinical!" Sirius complained.

Hermione blushed crimson, wondering if Snape was plucking the answers right out of her head as he smirked ever so slightly. The idea of telling them about what she did in private seemed utterly horrid to her and Hermione was beginning to think they wouldn't need to worry about the wedding at all. She was going to die of embarrassment before they could bother with it.

"I… um… well…" Hermione frowned. "I mean I…"

"Yes, yes, everybody jacks off, swot. Do you stick anything inside yourself or just torment your clit?" Snape clarified.

"Bloody hell! You're the worst at dirty talk, mate," Sirius criticized. "Do me a favour and leave the dirty talk to me, yeah? How anyone with a voice like yours doesn't understand the art of decent dirty talk is bloody beyond me!"

Snape bared his teeth at Sirius like a mongrel dog, which struck Hermione as rather ironic.

"I assure you, Black, I am perfectly capable of talking just about anyone out of their knickers when the need arises. I am trying to minimise the girl's discomfort given who you are to her and who I am to her. She hardly wants to blurt out all her secrets like this, you wretched fool."

"I doubt you can talk a loaf of bread out of its bag, Snape," Sirius retorted.

Hermione suspected that Sirius might've just walked right into a trap when Snape's fingers returned to her jaw, smoothing along it slowly. He peered into her eyes for a moment, looking positively wicked before lifting them to meet Sirius's gaze.

"Sirius?" he purred in a low, velvety voice that practically vibrated with desire. "I want you to smooth your hands down Hermione's sides. Feel the petite dip of her waist. Can you feel the soft curve of her arse against your cock when she leans on you like that?"

Sirius, seemingly without prompting, trailed his fingertips down her side, pressing just hard enough to touch her flesh and feel her shape through her shirt.

"Hermione?" Snape asked in the same voice that made something inside her warm deliciously. She felt Sirius press against her a little more insistently, rubbing himself against her backside.

"Yes?" Hermione whispered, aware of her breathlessness but unable to slow the sudden skittering of her heart.

"Answer my question. What do you do when you masturbate?" Snape asked, his voice low and husky and so intimate that it made her feel like she was going to swoon at any moment. Bloody hell, he was right. He could probably talk just about anyone out of their knickers.

"I use my fingers," she admitted without thinking, apparently having taken leave of her senses.

"Why do you do with your fingers?" he asked, his own fingers smoothly along the length of her jaw in a caress that almost knocked her knees out from under her for the effect it had.

"Um… I tease my clit," she admitted.

"Do you work them inside yourself?"

Sirius's arm around her from behind tightened, pressing her back against him more snugly. She could feel the effects of his apparent desire growing against her bum.

"Yes," Hermione whispered.

"How many finger do you use, Hermione?" Snape asked. "Do you go slow? Long deep thrusts, or short shallow ones?"

"Both. Usually two fingers," Hermione answered, finding her own hands drifting towards him until she gripped his waist through his clothes.

If he minded he didn't let on, though he did smirk.

"Sirius, do you think that her two nimble little digits will prepare her for the feel of two cocks filling her up?" Snape purred, lifting his gaze to Sirius once more. His eyes and his voice were enchanting, bewitching both Hermione and Sirius.

"No," Sirius answered. "Maybe spit-roasting her would be better?"

"The ritual doesn't recognise it unless proper intercourse is engaged by all parties. Tell me, Hermione, do you want to have sex with me?" Snape purred, his fingers trailing the length of her jaw before sliding into her hair even as she found herself pulling him closer to her.

"I…"

"Oi!" Sirius shook himself behind her, tightening his grip on her. "Knock it off, yeah? We get your point. I take back what I bloody said. Don't go starting anything you're not willing to finish right now, yeah?"

Snape's wicked smirk and the way he withdrew easily left Hermione's head spinning and her knickers damp.