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This chapter is rated M for a reason people.

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks when she entered the room and saw that Sirius was very much awake. He was lying in his large bed with his hands behind his head, cradling it into the soft pillow under him. He was shirtless as far as Hermione could tell. The rest of his body was covered by the silky red sheets on his bed. His whole room was dark crimson and black. It was rather fitting, she mused, before turning back to thinking about the situation at hand – Sirius Black half naked in his bed and looking at her with the most intense stare she had ever seen from him.

He let one of his arms fall from behind his head and land on the other, empty half of the bed; beckoning her over. Her legs instinctively moved and soon she was crawling onto the four poster, her knees loving the soft sheets against them, and coming to sit next to Sirius. He looked up at her, his eyes finding her in the dark room.

She couldn't believe what she was doing. She never would have thought that at any point in her life would she be sitting on Sirius Black's bed in her underwear with all intentions of letting him ravage her if he so wanted.

"What are you doing up? Couldn't sleep? Do you want a bedtime story?" he voice was sarcastic but in a playful way, and laced with something decidedly darker and sexier.

"I honestly have no idea why I am here," she breathed. That was the only thing that came to her mind. She wasn't up for a verbal sparring match of wit with Black. She just wanted him inside of her.

"Have you come to berate me about the playboy lifestyle you find so abhorrent, or scold me about dicking around and…"

"Shut up, Black," she smiled when she realized he was smirking at her, "Maybe tomorrow, but right now I have something else in mind."

He arched an eyebrow at her in pure awe. She had just as well as given him full permission, so he wasn't going to wait a second longer. He sat up and pressed his lips to hers. She tasted heavenly, like vanilla and oranges and she smelled even better. He nibbled on her lip and entwined his fingers in her silky hair, pulling her down on top of him.

Their bodies met in frenzy as his skilled hands moved to strip her of her lacy bra and fling it across the room in haste, and then his hands trailed down her smooth skin to her hips where he held her as she was grinding against him, moaning softly.

Hermione wanted to touch him, to touch all of him, and she ran her soft, small fingers down his marked chest to his naval where she pleasantly discovered that under the silky red sheets, Sirius slept absolutely naked.

The lustful look in her eyes when she saw him for the first time was something Sirius never wanted to forget. He watched the girl take him in her hand and slowly stroke him. Her touch was extraordinary, and he was rock hard in her hand. As much as he wanted to watch her all day long, he couldn't very well let the beautiful witch in front of him be so far away from him for much longer.

He grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her back on top of him so that her full breasts finally touched his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her there for a moment. He wanted that small moment of intimacy before he fucked her until she couldn't remember her own name.

After he had breathed her in once more, he couldn't wait. He flipped her so she was below him and he cupped her breasts in his hands hard and possessively before sliding in her and thrusting hard. She moaned as she threw her head back against the pillow and he dove down for her neck, kissing and sucking the sweet delicate flesh hard enough that he knew he would leave marks. He wanted to mark her all over.

His hands twisted her nipples, pulling at them until she screamed in pleasure. They both bucked their hips wildly as they raced towards orgasm, but occasionally Sirius would slow, pulling out of her, denying her. And she would plead as he would slowly rub her clit and tease her before shoving his length back inside of her. He pulled her hair and they kissed each other with bruised lips as she clenched her hands on his shoulders and he finally allowed her an earth-shattering orgasm. It was like nothing else she had ever felt before. She couldn't see or breathe for seconds, and when she finally came out of the fog-like stupor she felt Sirius' hot seed filling her up as he spent himself inside of her.

It had all been so quick and dirty, and they fell back onto the bed, still connected. Hermione had never had sex like that. Ever.

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Remus was wide awake in his room, as Sirius had not bothered to put his usual silencing spells on his room during their romp. The werewolf knew this was on purpose. He wanted his friend to hear Hermione, to hear them having sex. It was cruel, but Sirius could be like that.

No competition. Yeah, right, Lupin smirked as he stroked his now hard cock from listening to Hermione's beautiful moans. It had been a fast bout of fucking, which Remus knew was rather unusual for Sirius—who was insatiable and could go for hours. But whatever had transpired between his best friend and Hermione had sounded rather intense.

He had no idea the girl could make sounds like that. And he was fairly certain those were mild. He knew what Sirius could be like, and by all means he had been gentle with the girl tonight.

Remus heard their heavy breathing turn to little whispers. He couldn't hear what they were saying but he really didn't care. He got himself off quickly to thoughts about what it would be like to have her as well and in minutes he lay breathless, his cum on his stomach, and his mind reeling at the possibility of what Hermione was bringing into their lives.

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"Was Ronald your first?" Sirius asked softly, his face buried in her hair as they spooned in his bed moments after their romp. Hermione was still blissfully post-coital, but not enough that this question about her private life went easily answered. She started to become shy that instant. She felt nervous being naked in his arms. Sirius could sense it and pulled her closer.

"I'm sorry…" he began but she cut him off.

"Yes, he was," she whispered. The thought of Ron made her enormously sad, even right now. But she knew why Sirius was asking. He was always nosy like that, "Was I really that awful?"

Sirius smirked. She wasn't awful at all. Inexperienced, but he knew she would be a quick learner. He could tell she could be a real sex kitten if given the encouragement…and the fact that she had come into his room was promising indeed.

"No, you were far from it. You just seemed a little sexually tense," Sirius told her, stroking the length of her arm and then back up it lazily.

"It was never like that," she blushed, thankful he couldn't see her face. Sirius had already figured that one out. The girl had acted like she hadn't had a proper orgasm in her life. He would have been doing a disservice if he hadn't helped her out, right? He tried to convince himself that he didn't like the feeling of cuddling with her in his bed.

But Sirius Black didn't cuddle. With any woman. Ever.

That was something Remus did. Cuddling and hand-holding and all the mushy prat-ish things that came along with strings attached.

He knew this was going to be harder than he imagined. But he was the one that had started it, suggested it, and now had gone through with it. He slowly took his hands off of her, and rolled over.

"Sirius doesn't actually sleep with the women he sleeps with" Remus' words rang in Hermione's ears so loud they were practically deafening. She knew what he was doing, and she gathered her panties and her bra, put them on and swung her legs off of the bed, her feet touching the cold hardwood floor.

"G'night Hermione, see you in the morning," he said casually, turning so that he didn't see her walk out of the room. She didn't respond. He figured she was mildly upset…but this is what he did. She was the one that had been obviously horny in the middle of the night. What did she expect? A bloody bouquet of roses? Sirius knew he was being harsh, but he was doing it for his own protection. He rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

Hermione crept back to her room, carefully not to awaken Lupin, who was, unknown to her, awake and very much thinking about her. She slipped back into her now cold bed and tried to drift off, but her mind kept replaying that experience.

She had just had sex. Hot, rough, dirty sex with Sirius Black in the room next to Remus Lupin right after Ron Weasley had dumped her. Her mind reeled. She looked at the clock; she had only been away half an hour. He had barely cuddled with her.

She frowned, but wasn't surprised. After Remus' statement and common knowledge of Sirius in general, he wasn't exactly the cuddling type. But she couldn't stop thinking about him, and she knew, from that moment that things had changed. And there was no way they could go back now.

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