Hermione knocked on Sirius' bedroom door, and was quickly answered by the man himself.
"Hi," Hermione said after a moment...or five.
"Hello, love. Are you just going to stand there all night?"
"Oh. No. Excuse me, then. I'll need you to move if I am going to come in." She smiled saucily at him. Hermione had promised herself that she would not be bested by this sex god.
"Of course." Sirius swept to the side for her, with a flourish. "'Ere you are." Hermione walked straight to the bed, and climbed in, making sure to shake her fine arse for him. She flipped over, so she was laying on her back. She looked at Sirius for the first time, really looked at him. She gasped slightly. The scar was still there, and just as horrible. But, the rest of him was finely toned, and she loved it. His arms were large, strong, and made to encircle a woman. His chest was just the same, but had that scar. Hermione knew that she could not change it, but she thought that she didn't actually want to try to change it.
"Are you just going to stand there all night? It will get a little uncomfortable." Hermione had a grin on her face, wicked, and was laying in just a specific way. Sirius just smiled at him, and he walked over to his bed, climbing in next to her.
"Here." Sirius held his arms open to her. "Come on. I don't bite. Unless you ask me to, that is.
"Of course." Hermione slid into his arms, his front to her back. She was stiff though, even when Sirius' arms wrapped around her middle.
"Hermione, have you ever slept like this before?"
"No. Ron never thought of my happiness, only his own."
"Just relax, Hermione. I won't hurt you. you know that, right?"
"Yes, Sirius, I do."
"If I was hurting you and you told me to stop, would I?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you worrying?"
"I don't know." They both knew what she was thinking of though. Sirius kissed the back of her neck, rubbing little circles into her chest, right below her breasts.
"It's all right, love. I won't hurt you. go to bed." Sirius said in her ear. she gave one last sigh, and they fell asleep, each not getting plagued by the nightmares, for the first two years.
"Good morning, Sirius. How did you sleep?" Hermione said, getting woken up by a kiss on her nose. she was wrapped in his arms, along with her arms wrapped around him.
"I slept well. Better than I have in the last two or more years."
"Oh? Me too." Sirius kissed her forehead, again.
"Sirius?" They heard, yelled up to them.
"In here, Harry."
"Should we let him see up like this?" Hermione asked Sirius, looking him in the eyes, but not letting go of him. He didn't let go of her, either.
"Yes, I think that we should." They waited a few moments and Harry came in to find them in the bed, in each others arms.
"Good mor- bloody hell!"
"Morning," Sirius said, getting out of the bed. "Don't worry, we haven't done anything. Perhaps it's better though, for you to talk with Hermione on this matter." Harry, for the first time, saw the scar on Sirius' chest.
"Hello Harry," Hermione said, getting out of the bed. She walked over to Sirius, and whispered to him "I thought that the scar was going to be a secret."
"It was," He said, loudly. "But, I'm giving you courage," He replied, quietly to her. Minding that Harry was still there, Hermione gave Sirius a small kiss on the neck.
"Thank you. Give me a moment, Harry. I need to go change. You can wait in the kitchen, if you want."
"Of course." Hermione walked down a flight of stairs to her room, and slipped on a thin robe, then went down to the kitchen, or so the guys thought.
Harry almost went down, then noticed that there was only button-up shirts in Sirius' closet. Harry asked about them, and Sirius just laughed.
"Well, with my muscle being gone right there, it is neigh on impossible to put on a tee on myself. Besides," Sirius started, putting on a shirt, "Ladies love button-down shirts. They think that they are sexy or something..." chuckling, He buttoned it. Harry just shook his head, and walked out of the room. down two flights, he found Hermione standing on the stairs, staring out a window.
"Do you want me to make the tea?" Harry asked, touching her shoulder. Hermione turned to him with a look in her eyes that said that she wasn't there, as well as one of fear. slowly, they faded.
"Um, yes. Thank you." They walked into the kitchen, and Harry made the tea. Sirius walked down finally.
"Alright. Well, I guess that I should tell you a few things. Well, as you probably figured out, Sirius and I are together. R-Ron and I were over ages ago. Around two years. And..." Hermione hesitated. Sirius took her hand, and Hermione finished in a rush. "Ron raped me."
Harry walked around the table, and gave her a hug.
"I could have guessed that. Ginny did. But don't worry. We don't think any less of you," Harry said, stepping back.
A/n sorry it took me so long to update! I need some help as to where I'm going to be going with this though! reviews or (More encouraged!) PM's. love to all!