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Red or Black?

Hermione still ached from her romp around with Remus over two weeks ago. She still played with Arthur on occasion, though it was lessoning the more Remus was around. She still ached for the erotica that had happened weeks prior, but knew that she couldn't afford to get hurt like that again; she knew there must be something wrong.

Remus would find her somewhere, corner her, heat up into the moment, bite her until she was whimpering for him to stop and then he would disappear. Hermione noticed he would only come down for dinner; she had Arthur for breakfast and lunch. She would giggle and groan for Arthur, but whimper and moan for Remus. She wanted a middle. But seemingly there was no middle. If she wanted gentle, she would look Arthur's way, but look Remus' way when she wanted pain.

She was assigned to cleaning Buckbeak's center today and she couldn't stand cleaning up the poop. Buckbeak was being a pain and Hermione was half-tempted to open up the large window and let him fly outside for a while, but knew that someone would get a look at him. "I'll let you later tonight, I promise."

"That wouldn't be a good idea. I did that once before and I had half the Order yelling at me about muggles and the Ministry." Hermione turned around to see a happily familiar face that was a long time friend of Remus and the rest of the Order… or least most. He was convicted of a crime that he never committed. Hermione saw innocence and mischief written all over this man's face. He wasn't very smart and ego stood in the way at times. He was a bit thick and gullible, but he was still a lovely piece of company.

"I wasn't thinking about letting him out now, of course not. Later tonight most likely." Hermione threw the giant hippogriff a dead ferret. He reacted fast like and looked at both Hermione and Sirius. She still had half of the room to go.

Sirius smiled, laughing lightly; something touched her inside and Hermione smiled warmly back. Walking forward, Sirius started to roll up his sleeves. "I'll do the rest, you can go and sit down, rest yourself."

Sirius leaned forward to take a hold of the shovel that was still placed in Hermione's hands. "No, that's okay, I got it. I don't have that far to go really."

She noticed Sirius blushing as he cleared his throat and began an innocent statement. "I've been watching you for the past hour and a half. I've been trying to ignore Molly, because you know how she reacts."

Hermione smiled and nodded. It took her by surprise that she didn't have that feeling like she had been watched. All the more, she still didn't surrender the shovel and instead held it behind her back as Sirius tried to reach out for it, his worn face looking innocent. He was blushing so badly now, that Hermione started to laugh. "Hermione, give me the shovel."

"No," she said, toying around, running about, and trying to get away from him. Buckbeak was getting rowed up and soon it was more of a game of hide-and-get. Sirius would pop out of a corner and get Hermione and then Hermione scream and run behind Buckbeak laughing. The big bird was starting to get a little possessive over Hermione and she decided to give up in the end. She had to give Buckbeak a ferret in order to get close enough to Sirius to give him the shovel.

"Thank you," Sirius breathed, taking a hold of the shovel. Hermione still didn't let go and when Sirius yanked it, she went flying into his chest. Her lip's met his neck though all his black hair. At first, neither of moved, neither of them breathed. Sirius held her to him, his head still turned away from her. Slowly, very slowly, Sirius turned his head, but Hermione didn't move her lips away from his neck. She breathed into his collarbone and soon found herself testing him. Hermione licked the little dippet between the center of his collarbone and his neck; she got a reaction, but it wasn't what she had expected. Sirius let her go and gave her a small smile, turning away from her and starting to clean up the rest of the room that Hermione couldn't do.

She watched him work for a little while longer before she pushed some stray hairs behind her ears and walked out of the room. Maybe she would test him later, when she knew he was alone.

Meeting up with Arthur in the hallway, she pulled into a room, kissing him easily. He stopped her to give her an explanation. "I can't Hermione; I've been called in. for work."

Hermione gave him a disapproving look, but nodded, kissing him one last time. "As soon as you get back…"

"I'll check in with Molly and then come to you know. I know the routine hun. I promise I'll be back." Arthur kissed her before apperating out of her arms. She did not want to go to Remus smelling like Arthur.

"Your final chance of freedom Buckbeak. You have two hours, flee!" Hermione whispered urgently to the hippogriff. He stalled at first, looking at Hermione like she was going to hit him. She pointed out the window and nodded her head. "As long as you're back within two hours, it's okay."

Buckbeak considered and soon enough, he jumped out of the window and spiraled up into the air. Hermione smiled and wished that she could jump out of this mad house and fly away. Buckbeak liked it here. He had easy food and company, but she could still see that yearning twinkle in his eye that proved he wanted to be free more than anything.

Standing there in the window, the cool summers night air blowing into the room, she felt safe and serene. Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder and without looking, a familiar body emerged from her left side. Sirius. She relaxed herself even more, leaning into his chest. Smiling to herself, she looked up at him and asked, "Did you lock the door?"

"Most naturally, yes."

Leaning upwards, their lips met, more like clashed together, her arm coming up around the one side of his head, allowing her fingers to twine with his hair. She didn't bother with the fact that he was much older and wiser than she and that flirting with Arthur and Remus had been enough.

Separated momentarily, she lifted her hand, her fingertips making contact and felt his soft, plump lips. They were perfect to her. Amazingly perfect. Quick but gentle and she was sure that if he kissed her slowly, it wouldn't be much of a gentle kiss. "Is this how you used to get girls coming after you in school?"

Sirius wasn't really surprised by her question and was more than happy to answer it. "No, actually all I had to do was inhale and they found their way to me."

Hermione laughed at this rather amusing piece of information.

"Kiss me… slowly." When she spoke the word 'slowly' her voice slowed down to show emphasis. He was an experienced kisser, so she was expecting the best of the best behavior coming from him. Sirius smiled and started to kiss her again, slow enough that it made hidden goose bumps appear on her arms. She shuddered from the kiss and her body suddenly went cold. He pecked his tongue through this time and continued kissing her deeper, but keeping that same slowed pace. He was more than experienced and he was far better than what people called professional. Hermione felt his warm tongue glide over hers many times and she kept her ground, but felt like she couldn't hold her weight. When she inhaled, the intake was too shaky. The warm hand on her neck felt invisible, but alive.

Slow, easy…

He nibbled on random parts of her lips at odd times and only did he feel confident that he actually bit her lip harder. Her intake was surprising to her and she couldn't taste the metallic flavor of blood. Only when she returned the kiss did she feel the metallic texture and figured it didn't bother him. And like he was reading her mind, he swallowed the blood and made an 'mmm' sound. Hermione smiled and soon the kiss broke off and she was laughing into his chest. Sirius smiled knowingly and held her close for some reason he could not explain. She tilted her head a little, meeting his neck, the laughter slowly dieing. She licked it and Sirius shivered instead of pushing her away like he had earlier. Hermione smiled and kissed his neck this time, biting lightly. She heard a light rumble in her right ear coming from somewhere at the base of his throat. He smelled of sage and wood, the mixture of spices licking her nose and filling her mouth with wonder. Hermione noticed her saliva building, liking the taste of Sirius; it was a mixture of Remus and Arthur.

Oh why was she thinking of them now?

Stopping, Hermione leaned away from him, swallowing all the saliva and turning towards the window where some of the cool breeze suddenly whooshed in, making her arms wrap around herself. Sirius watched her, his eyes half-lidded. He placed his hands into the pockets of his pajamas and walked over to Hermione. She was half tempted to move farther away from him, but his aura was too captivating to actually go ahead with the plan. She instead felt his arm cross over chest, hugging her closer to his body. Feeling his lips on her head, Hermione smiled and closed her eyes, allowing herself to lean into him.

Waking to the morning light coming in from the over Sirius' shoulder; Hermione smiled at the halo that was surrounding Sirius' head. The innocent man seemed at piece with what was happening in his mind. She inhaled deeply, exhaling loudly. Buckbeak made a noise from somewhere behind herself. She could hardly remember what had happened last night, but she was certain it wasn't sex that happened. No, instead she remembered confessing about her love affair with a red headed married man and an affection for a wild beast with razor teeth that made her moan. He had been so understanding so… welcoming. It was a dream, it had to have been. His eyes hadn't been a mystery to her; she also remembered lips, those soft, pale, limply thin, but could play around and become swollen, making them full once more.

Opening his eyes, Sirius smiled at Hermione. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead, apperating to her room soon afterwords.

A/N: Have any of you seen the movie Breakfast on Pluto? It's a good movie. I think there is an Eddie Murphy one too... I dunno why, but that last scene reminded me of Breakfast on Pluto.

Anyways, I know, this chapter is short compared to the first chapter. This chapter is broken up into Parts... I think two? Has a little bit of past information in order for chappy 3 to make it's day bue. For those that are in love with this story, I am sorry to say that becuase of my lack of interest in this story, I may only be producing another chapter (or in this case, Part) until I get better. Give me a month at the most, m'kay? Reveiw please, becuase we all know how much we love to recieve and I am in the giving mood. :)