A/N: Thanks for the reviews Team Sirius! You guys have finally spoken and I loved it! Haha, so this is for you guys… this wasn't one of your suggestions (those will come later) but I thought this would be fun…

POP! "Ginny…what the hell?" Crash

Sirius heard the two girls giggle outside the door before he heard it unlock. It was four in the morning. He heard a quick goodbye pass between them before the uneven click of Hermione's heels could be heard crossing the tile of the hallway, past the kitchen.

He contemplated getting up and going to her, wondering vaguely which bed she would want to sleep in tonight. He was sitting in the library in his favorite worn leather chair. On the small table besides him was a tumbler of fire whiskey that he hadn't even taken a sip of. He had been in there for hours lost in thought, lost in a sense of anger, and sadness.

The door to the library clicked open and Sirius looked up to see Hermione standing there. She looked just as beautiful as she did when she left, but her eyes were tired and slightly glazed over, and she was wobbling in her heels.

"I am so angry with you," came out of Sirius' mouth before he could stop it. It hadn't been what he had wanted to say to her, but he couldn't deny that he meant it. She didn't reply, just walked forward towards him and sat down on his lap in the chair. He wanted to move, to push her away for the first time, but he couldn't bring himself to. She grabbed the tumbler of whiskey and put it to her lips.

She only got a sip before he pulled it away and slammed it back down on the table, "Hermione, stop…you are drunk…how much have you had?"

"None of your business," she said.

"Hermione…"

"I don't remember!" she pouted. It made him less angry, to see her helpless like that, but he couldn't easily forget all of his anger, "Why haven't you been drinking?" she asked.

Sirius shrugged, he surprisingly hadn't had a drink all night even though he had poured himself one, "People can change Hermione, I'm not always a lecherous drunk…" he laughed a bit.

She put her index finger on his face and traced the line of stubble down his cheekbones, "But I like that you are a lecherous drunk," she giggled. It was hard for him not to give in and kiss her, but he wanted to hold his ground.

He put his hands on both of Hermione's shoulders and held her still, she finally met his eyes with hers and although she was clearly not altogether, she was listening.

"Hermione, do you know how dangerous it is for you to apparate drunk? You don't have all your focus, you could have splinched yourself. And besides that fact, I really don't like the fact that you were out until four in the bloody morning looking like this!" he motioned to her outfit; he had been stewing in jealousy all night.

"Like what?" she asked naively.

"Sexy as hell," he growled. There was no denying it, and the fact that she was unaware of it made her even sexier, "And I would have just died if something happened to you…"

"Ginny took care of me," Hermione protested.

"From the sound of it, she was just as drunk as you were, and let's not forget that Mrs. Potter isn't exactly my biggest fan at the moment."

There was a heavy silence between the two of them. Sirius knew he was being a bit unreasonable, but he had been worried about her. And Hermione's brain was flicking from loving Sirius' sincerity to uncharacteristic dirty thoughts.

"Sirius. If I ask you for a favor, will you promise to do it for me? No matter what I say?" Hermione stood up from his lap, and grabbed for the whiskey before he could catch her, shooting it back, coughing a little bit after. She walked over to the opposite end of the room, running her hand over the old books on the shelves. The library had unsurprisingly become her favorite place in the flat.

"I can't promise that," he swallowed hard. She turned to face him as she leaned against the built in bookshelves, her legs slightly spread as she perched herself there, staring at him.

"Please, Sirius," she didn't have to beg, his name leaving her lips was enough and he instantly knew that whatever she asked, he would willingly comply.

"Whatever you want, kitten."

"Fuck me."

Sirius experienced so many emotions at those two words that he thought he would nearly explode. His erection was now painfully straining against his trousers, but he knew this wasn't how Hermione acted. This was a combination of spending hours around Ginny and massive amounts of alcohol.

"Time for bed…" Sirius laughed a little, "Come on, let's go…"

"Sirius…fuck me…" he voice was urgent now, and he couldn't believe he had held out this long. He usually was a much lesser man and normally wouldn't have hesitated if a gorgeous witch was nearly demanding him to ravish her. But now that he had strong feelings for Hermione, he couldn't just do it.

He got up from his chair and walked over to her, putting one hand on either side of her, pressing his palms on the books in the shelves; effectively trapping her there.

"Why are you asking me to fuck you…" he said calmly, breathing into her ear. He heard her breath quicken at his question.

"I just…"

"You just what?" Sirius couldn't figure her out, "As tempted as I am, I am going to need a good reason. Because I have fallen in love with you and there has been nothing more that I have thought about than making love to you this weekend."

"Sirius, you love me?" she breathed, and there was a slightly sobered look to her now that he had finally admitted it. He nodded.

"Unfortunately, my dear, I do."

"I love you too," she smiled and he kissed her passionately against the bookshelf, pressing against her. He had hoped she would say it back. He hadn't truly loved a woman in in 27 years, and it felt like a revelation to admit it. Suddenly she pushed him back, her lips pink from the kiss, "But I still need you to fuck me," she said.

"Don't tempt me sweetheart," he said, kissing up her neck. She moaned softly.

"I'm not trying to tempt you, I'm telling you," she told him in the sexiest voice he had ever heard. It killed him to take advantage of her while she was drunk, but he needed her and he had missed her.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about?" He asked softly. He knew Hermione never did anything without a reason, even when it came to sex. And he knew something had to be wrong.

"In the morning, but right now I really want you to lose all your inhibitions with me. I don't want you to hold back anything. Please. I want to know what it is like to have someone give me everything," she looked up at him and her eyes were big and full of emotion. In that second he knew what she needed and wanted, and he was even pretty sure he knew her motives. But he knew he could be the one to give her what she needed.

They didn't continue the conversation, their lips just met in a fervent kiss as he fully pressed his body against hers, holding her to the wall as her arms wrapped around him, desperately trying to bring their bodies even closer. He tugged at the waist of her black tight skirt and pulled it down over her hips, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor as she stepped her high-heeled feet out of it and kicked it to the side. He pushed his trapped erection against her sex in her now damp panties and they rocked against each other, enjoying the teasing feeling of being so close yet so far from each other. With Sirius it felt like sneaking around—like the burning passion of a first real sexual experience—but without the awkwardness of being a teenager—it was just plain sexy. His lips moved their way down her neck and he sucked there, wanting to leave a mark, and his did it a few times until he clawed at the low cute top of her shit and pulled it down too expose her beautiful breasts in the black bra she was wearing. He kissed the soft, creamy mounds before exposing her nipples and sucking on each one until they were dark pink and pebbled.

Despite him taking control of her body, like he was used to, Hermione didn't stand by idly. She unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off and over his shoulders and scratching her nails down his hard, tattooed chest that she had found herself dreaming about more than was probably normal. She traced her finger over his Azkaban prisoner number as he kissed her breasts. He touched her back as if he was a dying man and this was his last time ever being with a woman.

She only got to unbuckling his belt before he took back control and pinned her arms to the bookshelf, kissing her softer and slower than before. As much as he knew she wanted a fuck, and he could easily provide that, he wanted to make love to her in some way, and he conveyed that sensuality with the way his tongue explored the inside of her mouth without urgency. He sucked gently on her full bottom lip and breathed in her sweet scent as he kissed her so lovingly. Hermione got lost in the motions, momentarily forgetting the heady passion and soaking in the intimate kiss with Sirius.

But the man was always full of surprises and it didn't last very long. He released her arms and took off her shirt and bra, leaving her standing there in her tiny red panties. He grabbed the side of them and tugged sharply. The motion snapped against her skin as he ripped them off of her before taking them and putting them in his pants pocket. It was the second time she had seen him do that.

"Sirius, you are so kinky…" she half-giggled, have admonished him. He nipped at her lips again.

"Is that a problem?"

A few quick motions later they were both completely naked against the bookshelf. His hardness pressed up urgently on her thigh, but they were too busy taking a second to admire each other. The light in the library was on, albeit it was soft and glowy, but it was still in more light than he had ever seen her naked, and she was flawless. His eyes ran down her perfect skin, her full breasts and perfectly curvy hips. Her eyes were doing the same things. The chemistry between them had already been powerful, but now that love had been thrown into the mix, it was uncontrollable. Sirius placed one hand on her shoulder and the other clutched the skin just above her hip as he thrust up into her in one quick motion.

She was already so wet for him, and him filling her felt amazing as he paused before thrusting again, watching he eyes roll back ever so slightly as he kept himself buried inside of her before moving again. It was thrilling for him to finally be able with her explicit permission to fuck her in a way he had perfected, to show her exactly what she was getting into, and hoping she liked it.

He pulled out of her slightly and hoisted her up in his arms as she wrapped her legs around him. In one movement he pushed her back against the bookshelf so quickly that a few books tumbled off the shelf and onto the floor and shoved himself back inside of her.

"Sirius, oh my God…" she moaned and he quickened his pace, his hands all over her, giving her a sensory overload as his quick and powerful thrusts drove her crazy with desire for him. She bounced up and down in his arms on him, her breasts moving in that same motion—which drove Sirius mad with lust, him kneading them in his hands as she moaned his name over and over again. He knew she was close, and although he loved how responsive she was, he didn't want it to be over.

He bucked into her, reading her signs, feeling her contract around him before pulling out and whipping her around to face the bookshelf. He hard nipples rubbed against the old leather covers of the books as he grabbed her from behind; his head resting in her curls for a moment as he ran his hands down her back before giving her ass a hard smack. She groaned out in need and he spanked her again before pressing himself against her ass. He stayed there for a second, loving her little gasps at each movement as he reached around and fingered her with one hand, his other hand running up and down her overly sensitive body. She was dying, nearly shaking for release and he wanted it badly too.

"'Mione, I love you," his voice was so low as he said it, kissing her shoulder blade. He could see her smile as he looked up at her profile.

"Tell me you love me in the morning Sirius, but right now I don't want you to be nice," she admitted through breathy gasps as his finger curled inside of her, stroking places she had never realized could bring her so much pleasure. It had truly been one of her fantasies, to see Sirius like this completely in his element, and it made her fall for him even more. She appreciated the dark and light sides of both of her men, and she wanted to savor the moment.

He didn't need any more convincing. He withdrew his finger and replaced it with his cock, slamming into her while stroking her clit. It was a mixture of two rhythms and two different paces. His chest pressed against her back; her arching back into him, curls spilling over his shoulder as he held her there as they both froze.

"Merlin, Sirius…" she was gone. Coming twice as he spilled himself inside of her, barely able to hold her up as they both experienced the most incredible pleasure and release.

00000

"Sirius? Hermione?" Remus was up early the next morning. He had made himself some tea and was surprised to find neither of them in their rooms when he had awoken. He wiped the sleep out of his and figuring they had gone out for breakfast or something, made his way to the library to read. He loved the quiet time on the weekend mornings that afforded him that little luxury.

When he opened the door he didn't know whether to be angry or smile at the unexpected sweetness and future chance to give his best mate shit about it. Sirius and Hermione were curled up on the floor of the library under a blanket, sleeping. And by the messy level of the room with books on the floor, suddenly Remus had a sinking feeling that he needed to sanitize the furniture before he went back to reading in there.

A/N: I know this chapter had like no plot, but it was some fun Sirius/Hermione time. I hope you liked it and please review!