A/N: Hello new followers! Love you guys! And please be warned this chapter has some serious SB/HG smut in it. You have been warned But if you are reading this, it was probably what you wanted, right?

Because Hermione hadn't been to the restaurant Sirius wanted to take her to, they couldn't apparate. He led her to the garage of the apartment building and when she saw his flying motorbike parked right in the front, she nearly fainted.

"Sirius…first of all, no, and second of all…you can't keep this…this thing here!" she said with a tone that was dangerously close to Mrs. Weasley's voice when she was upset. Sirius just laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Well, we can't apparate there and don't worry, it's charmed to look like a muggle motorbike. And it has a ton of wards on it. I thought a little ride would be romantic," Sirius smiled and walked over to his bike, straddling it. Hermione couldn't see the romance—but what she could see was Sirius' thinly veiled attempt at foreplay. She couldn't deny that holding onto him while he drove her around on that hunk of black and chrome in his perfectly tailored suit would turn her on. But she hesitated.

He looked back at her and gave her a wink, and she lost it; stomping forward to the bike and swinging her leg over it and scooting up close to Sirius' back. She noticed this little action made her already short dress ride up a bit inappropriately and she blushed; glad he couldn't see it.

"Ready Granger?" he asked as he started the bike. It shuddered underneath her. She gripped him tighter. She had never been a fan of fast things she couldn't exactly control. Except for maybe Sirius himself.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she told him over the deafening roar of the engine. They pulled out of the garage and Sirius didn't even give her time to acclimate before speeding off onto the street. She was glad they weren't flying, but she was sort of wishing they were as Sirius sped around cars and buses like a man with a death wish.

However, being pretty scared and holding onto him as an adventure all in itself that heightened her senses and arousal by the time they pulled up to their destination. She was a little shaken, but he helped her off the bike and she straightened her dress and smoothed her hair as he warded his bike and took her arm to lead her around the corner to the restaurant.

It was a wizard establishment, charmed to look like a closed restaurant to muggles, but was really one of the most premiere spots in London.

"Levitatum? Sirius….how did you? There's a wait list three months long!" Hermione blushed as they walked into the ritzy place and the man on her arm as all smiles.

"I pulled a few strings," he winked at her again, and she went weak in the knees. She knew she was acting so childish and immature, but around him, all she was was a ball of hormones.

The pretty waitress sat them down in a private leather booth at the back of the restaurant. The place was large, but felt small and intimate; with dimmed lights and a sexy ambience that Hermione knew wouldn't help their situation. She looked around and suddenly felt out of place, feeling self-conscious about her dress and her hair and her make up. Sirius saw the look in her eye and placed his hand over hers.

"Stop, you deserve to be here. You deserve to be spoiled," Sirius told her in a voice that told her that he was not messing around. And it was sexy.

She calmed after that, and they both looked over the menu. Well, Hermione did. Sirius couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He ordered them some expensive Goblin made wine and at last they ordered their food.

"How did I get so lucky?" Sirius mused under his breath after a sip of his wine. He was sitting back in the booth, resting into it, but his finger was drawing lazy circles on Hermione's exposed thigh.

"Well you see…it all started when I became homeless…" Hermione smirked.

"I don't know why that bastard gave you up," he sighed and instantly regretted the remark as he saw Hermione's eyes go stony and her flirtatious smile retreat to an unreadable face. He reached for her hand and held it, "'Mione, I'm sorry, I'm an ass for mentioning him."

He looked so perfectly apologetic that Hermione had a hard time keeping the smile off of her face.

"You aren't being an ass, quite the opposite actually. There are a few girls in here that I thought would catch your eye and yet you haven't even looked at them once," Hermione said, demurely sipping from her glass as she regarded him.

"When I'm with you, it's like there is no one else in the room."

"Oh, come on Sirius…do you expect me to fall for that cheesy line?" she giggled and he looked momentarily hurt underneath all the bravado.

"I'm being honest; you are the most beautiful girl in this room. When are you going to start believing it?" he asked. From the years he had known her, and from the short time they had lived together and he had gotten to know her more intimately—he saw that underneath her brains, Hermione wasn't convinced she was also a true beauty.

Luckily, their waitress came with their food. She gave Sirius a longing look as she set down his plate but his eyes were focused on Hermione. His stare did the most amazing things to her body, and she dug into her meal before she went crazy from the hot look in his eye.

They flirted like this for the rest of the meal. They moved closer to each other with a little help from his charm and the wine, until Hermione was the one whose hand was inching up his thigh. Sirius couldn't believe how perfect the evening had gone so far. He usually did not take witches out on dates. Most girls only saw the inside of his bedroom. But Hermione was different and as much as he fiercely defended his intent on being a bachelor forever, she was slowly making him consider an alternative. But when dessert was set down in front of the pair, Sirius saw a pair that he didn't expect to ever see there.

Ron Weasley and his cousin Dora were standing at the reservation desk. Tonk's hair was a chocolate color and long, down her back. She was wearing a black dress and it looked like she had glamoured her face a bit. But it was definitely her, and Ron was blushing and looked completely besotted.

Three thoughts ran through Sirius' brain simultaneously.

Hermione cannot see them.

How the hell is Weasley going to pay for this dinner?

I want to punch him in the face.

But after the rage had passed over his face, he checked to make sure Hermione hadn't seen them. From the coy little smile on her face as she snuggled up to his shoulder and dipped her fork into the chocolate mousse, she hadn't.

He looked back up to see the conniving couples' whereabouts and realized that even though his date hadn't witnessed them yet, they certainly had. They were seated at a table nearly directly across from them in the restaurant and Ron was looking at Sirius with a mix of devastation, confusion, and guilt. Tonks was shooting him scathing looks. And Sirius didn't feel bad for either of them. In fact, he knew that even his foul vocabulary didn't have enough words to adequately express how he felt about the pair of them.

So he just tipped Hermione's chin up towards him and met her perfect, soft lips with a sweet but longing kiss.

"Kitten, as delicious as this dessert is, I think I'm rather craving something else," he whispered into her ear. When she didn't object, he placed more than enough galleons on the table to cover the bill and then helped Hermione out of the booth, careful to distract her enough so that she didn't turn and see Ron.

As inconspicuously as he could manage, he placed his arm around her and led her out of the restaurant, giving Ron and Tonks a very rude hand gesture behind her back before they walked out into the crisp night air.

Hermione slightly sobered from the cold and Sirius took off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders as they walked back to his motorbike. He caught her staring up at the moon and squeezed her hand.

"He's fine, trust me," he comforted her before helping her onto the bike and speeding off with her back home.

By the time they had reached the building, their flirtation and chemistry had spiked back up to a scorching level. They walked into the apartment laughing. They listened for Mooney for a moment, but only heard a far off whimper. He was in pain, but was okay.

"Go into my room and put on what I've laid out for you under your dress. I have to teach you a small lesson for making me so distracted to the point that I could barely eat tonight," Sirius told her, and his voice was deep with a hint of dominance and commanding. It sent a shiver through Hermione that she was very partial too.

Walking to his bedroom as fast as she could without looking too eager, she turned on the light and her eyes found the surprise he was talking about. She slipped off her dress and her bra and panties and walked over to the bed.

It was a bustier, a leather one. And it was intimidating and gorgeous at the same time. Sirius had also laid out for her a simple pair of lacy black boy shorts. She slipped into those without a problem, and then put on the little leather number.

When she was finished, she stood and looked in the mirror. Her breasts were pushed up and full in the bustier, and she realized it didn't look as trampy as she thought it would since it was so well made and wasn't too tight.

Kinky bastard, she smirked.

She slipped her dress back on and her heels, setting her other underwear and his jacket aside before climbing onto the bed and flicking her wand to dim the room before placing it on his bedside table.

He was in the room not long after, looking the picture of perfection as his eyes roamed her body up and down in the clingy red dress he had bought for her. He crawled onto the bed slowly and hovered in front of her, waiting so long to kiss her that Hermione nearly whimpered in longing.

But just before she reached her breaking point, his mouth was crushing against hers and his hands were tangled up in her hair as he laid her down on the bed. She arched her back and pressed up into him as they kissed and only kissed for minutes on end. He loved the way her lips felt pressed against his, but he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

Sirius sat up, leaving her breathless and flushed against his pillows.

"Stand up."

It wasn't a request. It was a command, and Hermione was immediately to her shaky feet on the floor next to the bed, facing away from him. She felt his presence behind her and her ankles almost gave way as he started kissing up her neck.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked her between soft kisses up to her hairline and then her ear. She shook her head ever so slightly.

"Well, tonight I am going to show you exactly how sexy you are," he said with a promise, his fingers slowly inching down the straps of her dress and unzipping the back with the other hand until it was a red puddle on the floor around her and she stepped out of it, kicking the pretty dress to the side.

He inhaled sharply in pleasure at the sight of her, and Hermione couldn't help but smile, knowing that she made Sirius Black…renowned ladies' man, gasp.

She looked like a goddess, her curly hair falling down her back, the line of her creamy skin where it met the leather of her bodice, her perky ass in the see through lace, and the long legs ending in fuck-me pumps that he had only ever pictured her wearing in his wildest dreams.

He gave her a hard slap on the ass before grabbing it hard in his hand and whispering in her ear, "Tonight, you are mine, and only mine."

She moaned at the possessive growl in his voice at the same time she felt him press into her backside, showing her exactly what she was doing to him. He turned her around and pressed against her, Hermione grinding her hips to him as he kissed her passionately, pulling her onto the bed and cupping her breasts in the leather.

She looked so wanton and sexy on top of him, and he slid a finger down to her sex and felt exactly how wet she was. She started to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt. She looked just as hungry for it as he was, but he pushed her hands away.

"Did I tell you that you could touch?" he asked and a flirtatious smile played on her lips as he quickly pinned her down underneath him, casting a quick, silent spell to keep her hands above her head and immobile. She wriggled underneath him, her eyes burning with a desire he had never witnessed, but was desperate to unleash.

He slipped her panties off first, teasing her before kissing his way up her thighs until she was nearly shaking. He plated a kiss right on her clit and she bucked up into him, moaning his name. He pulled away.

"Be a good little witch and don't tease me like that or you won't get anymore," he winked at her and she looked furious.

"Sirius Black, stop fucking around and get inside of me or I will hex you…"

He put a finger to her lips, the one that had been playing with her and she could taste herself on him, as she relinquished her power to him, momentarily embarrassed by her un-lady-like outburst that Sirius on the other hand found so so sexy.

He did the honors of taking off his dress shirt, and then his trousers, in a slow torturous way that had Hermione wishing she could just pleasure herself to the sight of him. But soon enough his naked body was pressed against hers and she kissed him hard as he finally succumbed and thrust into her.

Hermione's eyes rolled back as he slammed into her over and over again, his head buried in the hollow of her neck, sucking and biting her there, him giving her ass a swat every so often. It was fast and chaotic but so delicious.

"Oh fuck me, Sirius, harder," Hermione begged, not quite recognizing the woman who was begging for it, but not really caring.

"Be careful what you wish for love," he smirked and slammed into her, building up her orgasm until she finally clenched around him, bucking her hips to meet his every thrust, and then she came undone.

Moaning his name and wishing she could run her nails down his back, Hermione came twice, riding out the most amazing orgasm and was vaguely aware that in the midst of the heaven she was experiencing, Sirius had come too.

A/N: Aaannnd…this is where I stop. Go easy on me guys, I don't claim to be epic at writing sex scenes. But please leave me lots of love. I have to do something I don't really want to do tonight, so PM's and reviews and anything will help me! LOVE YOU