A/N: Title of chappie taken from a ZZ Top song. And if you haven't noticed, I've been going back and forth between Remus and Sirius, trying to give them equal time. So if you have read and done your calculations correctly…then this chapter belongs to Sirius Enjoy!
Remus had woken up before Hermione and was now watching her sleep in his arms. He stroked her brown curls softly behind her ear and marveled at the beauty and innocence in his arms. In a way, it almost stung. Times like these she couldn't help but seem so impressionable and young, like someone he should never ever be touching. But it was undeniable that his health had been remarkable since she had come into the picture. His recovery after the full moon was quicker than normal and there was always color to his cheeks and lightness in his amber eyes now. He felt light a much younger man with her.
"What in the world have you done to me?" he whispered to her sleeping form, curling his arms more tightly around her stomach and he felt her slowly start to stir. Her eyes fluttered and she took in a deep breath before rolling over to meet his eyes. Smiling sleepily she said, "Good morning Professor," remembering their more than steamy bout of lovemaking down stairs in the classroom the night before.
"Don't start that, we don't have time for that this morning. It's your first day of classes and you better get back to your rooms before the entire school knows more than I want them to about you," he grinned at her warmly and she knew he was right. Her stomach fluttered in excitement at the thought of teaching her first class and she gave him a lingering, sweet kiss before getting out of bed. She slipped on her clothes from the night before and used a quick spell to smooth out the wrinkles so that she would look like she was doing a complete walk of shame.
"Hold on a second," Remus told her, still lying in bed. She paused and turned to look at him quizzically, a cute smile playing on her lips as her eyes remained on his scarred chest.
"What is it?"
"You are just so beautiful, I just wanted to look at you," he said truthfully. He knew Sirius would slap him for saying something like that, for being so ridiculously lovey this soon into whatever it was that they were doing, but he just couldn't help it. He was relieved when her face lit up and she gave him another glowing smile before leaving.
Hermione made it back to her rooms without any incident. She penned a quick letter to Ginny telling her that they needed to get together this weekend to talk, and then she took a bath and got dressed. She stared at the mirror for a long while, trying to decide what the most professorly way to do her hair was and finally decided on a simple twist. She was down in the Ancient Runes classroom five minutes before nine for her first class, filled with nerves.
They were third year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. She couldn't help but feel a surge of nostalgia, remembering her first Ancient Runes class her third year. The students seemed so young and they looked up at her with looks of awe that weren't familiar to her.
"Hello everyone, I'm Professor Granger, and this is Ancient Runes. I know all of you are no strangers to who I am and who I am friends with, and I will gladly answer questions you might have, but I would really like to dive in. The first thing I want to tell you is to take this class seriously…it was due to in part of what I learned in this very classroom that I was able to decode things my friends couldn't and therefore did a whole lot of good with it….." she started in. She was natural at it, just as gifted at teaching as she was at learning and the two hour class flew by without incident. After the last dawdlers left—a few fellow Gryffindor's that were asking all sorts of questions, she found herself happy and ready for lunch.
"Hey, 'Mione!" Neville Longbottom came striding up alongside of her as she walked towards the Great Hall. He was wearing his teaching robes and she was so glad to see him. She didn't often get to see Neville and his wife Luna Lovegood since they were so busy with their new baby.
"Hi Neville, how are you? How's Luna? Baby Regina?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"Good, everyone is good. But I am glad to be back, I actually get to sleep through the night, y'know?" he grinned, "McGonagall has me taking on Muggle Studies since Sprout came back, but I found that I really like it."
"That's great Neville, I'm so glad to have someone my age here. I was so afraid I would be lost this morning in my first class but it worked out alright. It's just nice to have a friendly face," she looked up at the still gangly man gratefully as they entered the loud hall. Walking up to the head table, her and Neville took a seat besides Lupin, who gave her a small, undetected smile.
"Remus, glad to see you, how was your summer?" Neville asked jovially. The werewolf took a break from eating and shook his colleague and friends' hand happily.
"Interesting," he smirked and Hermione couldn't help but flame. She quickly grabbed for a piece of chicken from the platter in front of her and began to eat.
"Great," Neville turned back to Hermione, "So…I heard things didn't work with Ron. 'Mione I'm so sorry. I offered Harry to let you stay but he said you didn't want to impose…where are you living?"
Hermione couldn't be mad at the guy, he was born without a sense of what made conversations awkward. He was simply a curious and caring friend, and she needed more of those.
Before she could answer, Remus saved her, "She's living with me and Sirius actually."
"That's brilliant! Sounds like loads of fun!" Neville beamed and she smiled to herself as they all fell silent and ate. Disaster was luckily avoided.
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"Mr. Black, even though I am unfortunately well aware of your living situation and I seriously dislike the fact that you are an object of the affections of the best student I have ever had the pleasure to teach-this is not a come and go as you please arrangement!" Headmistress McGonagall snapped as Sirius Black strode into the entrance to Hogwarts castle. She had been discussing the afternoon schedule with Professor Flitwick, who had made himself scarce when he saw the annoyed look in the older witch's eye. Sirius walked up to her confidently, wearing a dark eggplant suit. He loved days when he could dress in his more eccentric wizarding clothes, and he looked damn good wearing anything he put on.
"The picture of charm and decorum, my dear Minerva, as usual," he smiled disarmingly at her as he took her hand and brought it to his lips. Even she wasn't completely immune to him and she stopped her fussing for the time being.
"I thought you were going back to work for the Order with Kingsley?" she pursed her lips at him, knowing that something was definitely up with the pureblood.
"He wanted to send me to Romania for a bloody month to deal with some vampires. I told Kingsley he could take the assignment and shove it up his arse," Sirius dismissed the subject, not noticing the blush it caused on the Headmistress' cheeks.
"You better start making good use of your time, Sirius, you can't lounge about in London forever," her eyebrows raised at him and he just smiled.
"I am doing something, I'm here aren't I? How's our dear Hermione?" he asked curiously.
"From the delightful buzz that is going around the school, I know lessons with one third of the Golden Trio are going over well so far. I think Professor Granger is currently eating lunch. And I have a matter to attend to in the Charms classroom-but Sirius-don't underestimate what I can and will find out if I have to…" Minerva smiled at Sirius, but it was a warning smile. They both respected each other immensely, but McGonagall thought of Hermione as the daughter she never had, and Sirius was rather intimidated of the woman. She whisked away quickly and Sirius entered the Great Hall. His dark eyes searched for her among the other professors and found her laughing and talking animatedly with Neville Longbottom and Remus.
Their eyes met at the same time. She looked up from her plate and they both froze there. It wasn't like he was a stranger to the wizarding world, and he was well aware of the whispers and giggles that were coming from the students sitting closest to him. Especially from the girls. He raised his hand and with just a finger, beckoned her over.
The small sexy motion pulled at her instinctively, and she excused herself quickly from the conversation. When Remus realized she was getting up and walking towards the large double doors of the Great Hall, he followed her retreating form and found Sirius was to blame for the interruption.
He couldn't even wait one bloody day… Remus shook his head, and tried to ignore the jealousy clenching at his stomach at the pair walked out of the hall and he continued his conversation with Neville.
"Sirius, what in the…"
"I missed you," he said simply. The entrance hall was empty and he kissed her softly, pulling her close to him, smelling her sweet fruity scent that was now laced with parchment.
"It's been one day," she laughed.
"One day too long," he stated. There wasn't playfulness to his voice. He was serious. Last night had been murder for him. He had drunken a bottle and a half of fire whiskey and passed out in the library thinking about her. He woke up cold and lonely. He hated it. He had half a mind to try and convince her to quit her job and run away with him to the South of France.
But he knew she would never do it, and Hermione had never been the type to give up on something that she loved doing.
"Did you already ask for a day off from your new gig?" she looked up at him, finding it very hard to keep their embrace appropriate and took a step away from him so she wouldn't be too tempted.
"I found it wasn't for me. Kingsley was supportive of my decision," he smirked. She rolled her eyes and he wanted to spank her for being a sassy little swot. And it was even worse that he was in a situation where he was helpless to her unintentional torture.
"Remus is going to be so mad at you," she said softly. He knew that coming here on the first day of classes was a risk. He knew it might seem a bit possessive, or even slightly insane that he missed her that much, but he could do it and so he did.
"I'll deal with your other boyfriend. Fancy a walk?" he asked, putting on the charm again, putting out an arm for her to take.
"I have an hour before my next class," she agreed and they walked out into the crisp early September day. The walked in perfect, comfortable silence for a few minutes, and she realized they were cutting a path straight towards the edge of the grounds, but she decided not to say anything.
"Hermione, there is something I need to talk to you about," he said. His lilting, aristocratic voice made it sound like something delightful, but she knew by the look in his eyes that she should be a little nervous.
"What is it?"
"The first night…the first night we had sex. I shouldn't have pushed you out of my room like that. I couldn't believe I could ever treat you like that. But I did. I never knew how to bring it up but it's been slowly eating at me, 'Mione," he looked so sincere. They had stopped by Hagrid's Hut and he turned to her with the most intense, pained look on his face.
"Sirius, I forgive you…" she told him gently, although if she was being honest with herself, it had hurt more than she thought it would.
"No…I don't forgive myself. Hermione you have to realize I haven't been in a real relationship in a long long time. Since before you were born. And I am scared out of my fucking mind right now," he admitted. His eyes were so big and sad and she was rendered speechless. She never thought of Sirius as the sharing type. Truthfully she knew so little about his past other than the raunchy things Harry had told her to try and scare her off. But nothing this sincere. Sometimes she had even wondered if the man was capable of real emotion.
But here he was, his eyes almost watering as he held her hands tightly.
"Sirius, we don't have to do this if you don't want to…"
"NO," there was finality to the way he said it. He sounded so sure, "I need you in my life Hermione. Sometimes I very much dislike that I need you so much, but I can't help it…"
She smiled up at him. This was as close as Sirius Black could come to admitting he might be in love, and she knew it was killing him inside. But, she knew she had already fallen for him and her heart lurched happily at his admission. Even if it was all happening so fast.
"I'm sorry I did that, Hermione, I truly want you." He finished. She was floored as he hands cupped her face and his fingers stroked down her jawline, pulling her forward into a heated kiss.
"I want you too Sirius. Now I have half an hour…so you better make it quick," she told him and he took her hand, pulling her towards the Forbidden Forest. She loved that even though she knew now that he could be a truly sweet man, he always brought out a reckless streak in her that she hadn't been aware fully existed until he came around.
Once they were a couple of dozen meters into the forest, Sirius pinned Hermione against a large tree and kissed her passionately.
"Did you get all dressed up to come to my place of work and ravish me?" she asked breathlessly between kisses.
"I might have thought about it," he winked at her and she gripped his olive green tie and pulled him closer to her with need. He sucked on her lower lip hard before moving his hands down her body and pushing up the hem of the simple grey dress she was wearing up and over her thighs. He lowered his body, kissing her navel and then down to the line of her black panties. He kissed around the edges and up her thighs before planting a kiss on her damp panties.
It wasn't something Sirius did often, as he had always enjoyed the more male-centered acts of sex, but he had a need to taste her so bad, and pleasure her. He felt like an arse for not treating her like a lady from the first; and even though licking her in the Forbidden Forest wasn't exactly chivalrous, it was wholly unselfish for him.
He felt her excitement as she put her hands in his hair and pushing him towards her sex, bucking her hips slightly so that his face grinded against her. He took his hand and slipped the little black panties off of her and she stepped out of them. He pocketed them in his suit jacket and finally kissed her where she wanted it, was begging for it. He tasted her sweet muskiness and in that moment knew this wouldn't be a one-time thing for him. He didn't know if he could handle not tasting her often.
He gripped her hips and sucked on her clit before delving his tongue into her. She moaned and writhed against the tree and his fingers scratched down her thighs as her hips as he kissed and sucked on her harder, finally bringing her to cum hard into his mouth as she collapsed against the tree, falling into his arms. He smoothed down her dress and held her, looking into her beautiful eyes before clutching her tightly to him.
A/N: Well…that made me blush writing that haha. Please be nice! Thanks new reviewers for reviewing! It doesn't go unnoticed! I'd love to hear from all of you! You guys rock if you like this ship, because obviously I am obsessed with it…so we have that in common! Also, this idea came from BandGeek252, and requests for sexy stuff is still open for a few chapters! Take advantage!