A/N: Okay, so I am writing this when I really should be finishing up a school paper…but you know…Remus and Sirius come first right? So you best be thankful haha You guys are great…and welcome to all my new followers and readers! Oh and onebigscribble-here is finally your Sirius/Hermione scene
Hermione and Remus exchanged nervous looks as they stood in the Headmistress' office after breakfast. McGonagall looked beyond frazzled and they were unfortunately the cause.
"Both of you…you promised that your relationship would not interfere with your positions as Professors! And now we have the entire student body running around talking about your love life…not to mention that awful article about you and Black with that heinous term…gold-digger…my goodness…"
"I am so, so sorry!" Hermione apologized sincerely, she felt so immature and thoughtless that she had let her emotional side get the best of her and jeopardize her wonderful job and opportunity that McGonagall did not have to give her.
"Minerva, there will be no further indiscretions," Remus added and she shot him a scathing look in return.
"There best not be…or I will have both of you out of this castle faster than you can say Riddikulus, and it would be a shame—because you both are brilliant—but I will not put the reputation of this institution at risk!" her voice was becoming shrill now.
"We can make an announcement, I mean-Rita Skeeter wrote the articles, it's all false!" Hermione suggested.
"It won't stop them from talking….it's out in the open now, and it surely won't be forgotten by gossipy adolescents. I know you both are familiar with how things can be around here," her face softened as she finally finished scolding her two former students turned Professors under her watch. They apologized once again and she dismissed them with a wave of her wrinkled hand. They walked down the spiral staircase from her office and out into the busy corridor, flaming red from the smirks they were getting from students.
"So I guess being around each other at all is out of the question now, huh?" Hermione sighed deeply as they walked along the hall, being careful to keep a safe distance between themselves as they did.
"We'll find time to be together, but until this all blows over, yes," Remus answered her, reaching to give her hand one final and inconspicuous squeeze before walking the opposite direction to his classroom.
000
The next day found Hogwarts, as well as the rest of the wizarding world, with a carefully worded retraction in the Daily Prophet of Rita Skeeter's articles about Hermione, Remus, and Sirius. Unbeknownst to the pair at Hogwarts, Black had marched down to the Prophet's office and managed (with the help of a large portion of his often written about wealth) to demand the proper retractions. He knew he would do whatever it took to keep Hermione's reputation from being sullied. He didn't much care about his own—as it was a bit far too gone to be saved at this point—but he would not have Skeeter spewing falsities about the girl actually least likely in the entire world to be a gold-digger. Sirius had met his fair of those birds, and Hermione wasn't one of them. He had also managed to find Skeeter on his rampage throughout the Prophet offices and hex her within an inch of her life before she managed to turn into her pesky beetle form and disappear in a crack in the floorboards.
Hermione arrived back at the apartment early Friday evening and was glad for the change of pace. She missed the animagus more than she could properly articulate and he showed the same relief at her arrival in the depth of the bear hug he enveloped her in when she strode through the door. He kissed her forehead, then her right cheek, and then the corner of her lips before she was able to catch her breath and look up at him.
"Thank you for everything you did this week for me, and for Remus. He sends along his sincerest appreciation," Hermione said graciously.
"I wish I could have done more, the conniving bitch…." He started to curse Skeeter under his breath but another kiss from Hermione brought him back to the present and his winning smile was once again plastered on his face, "Put on something a bit warmer and we will go…"
"Where?" she perked up, knowing that Sirius always planned the most romantic and spontaneous surprises.
"And why would I tell you little girl? Now go on…" he smirked, giving her a light slap on the ass before she gave in and proceeded to her room. She changed out of her dress that she had worn earlier for classes and into a pair of dark washed jeans and a royal blue sweater. She grabbed a jacket and met him by the door as they walked out of the flat. Once in the small space between the door and the elevator, he grabbed her close to him and they side-along apparated.
She hated the out of control feeling of the task, and when they appeared at their destination, she looked around in hesitation. They were on a grassy clearing roughly the size of a Quidditch pitch that was surrounded by trees at the edges. It was beautiful and sloping and deserted—their only company would be the moonlight. Sirius made himself busy by pulling things out of the bag he brought along, returning them to their normal sizes and spreading them out with his wand. He laid out two blankets, some pillows, and then a picnic basket. He then grabbed Hermione's hand and brought her over to sit with him on the blankets.
"How did you find this place?" she asked, moving closer to him as he parted his legs and she eased into the gap, her back pressed against his chest. He enveloped her with his strong arms and breathed in the smell of her hair.
"I believe we are somewhere in Ireland…I spent a few nights here when I was on the run after you and Harry saved my life. I thought it would be nice to bring you here, seeing as you've saved my life once again…" he told her. She turned around from her comfortable, protected position to face him with a questioning look.
"How did I save your life? By coming here to picnic with you?" she giggled.
"No, by loving me. I feel like a changed man. I would do anything for you…I'd willingly die to keep you safe, and we all know what a selfish bastard I am…." He winked at her and she kissed him gently. It was a lingering kiss, both of them not wanting to pull away until her stomach growled and interrupted the mood.
"Ah yes, I came prepared.." he told her, opening the basket and pulling out some sandwiches for them and she briefly wondered if he had made them—but settled on the fact that he probably bought them from somewhere and she didn't much mind. He poured the goblin made wine he had brought into two cups and they clinked them before taking long swallows. The pair ate quickly and in silence for a while, and Sirius noticed Hermione's eyes kept flicking towards the moon.
"Do you feel bad that you came home?" Sirius asked softly, and she briefly smiled that he had referred to his flat as being 'her home'. It was a full moon and Remus had stayed at Hogwarts to transform, with Minerva letting him use the old Shrieking Shack for the purpose—just like in days long since passed.
"Maybe a little. He'll be fine though. I just couldn't be away from you any longer. I missed you," she replied softly, wiping a little crumb from the corner of her mouth after she had finished eating.
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that," Sirius smiled. He moved the plates and sandwich crumbs before taking her into his arms, they fell back onto the blankets together against the pillows and his kissed her longingly.
"Sirius Black, I had no idea you could be such a romantic!" she giggled, pushing him playfully on the chest.
"Oh yes, love. I think I've always been a romantic…it's just taken the right girl to bring it out in me."
Her small fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt and he kissed her again, deepening it and she let him into her mouth willingly. His kisses were addicted, powerful doses of the most intoxicating substance…and each kiss was more lethal than the last. She didn't know how she could ever give them up and she didn't want to.
"Mm mm mm, hold on kitten…dessert!" Sirius pushed her away gently and she pouted as he moved towards the basket and brought out two massive, delectable looking chocolate covered strawberries. He must have somehow gleaned they were her favorite treat, and she usually picked up one or two when at Honeydukes. But these in particular looked heavenly.
"Oh Sirius they look almost as good as you do," she flirted and he shook his head laughing before taking one and bringing it up to her lips and pressing it there before she opened her mouth and took a bite of it. At that moment she realized there weren't many better things in life than being fed chocolate covered strawberries by your boyfriend who just happened to be the amazing and devastatingly handsome Sirius Black. She took the other strawberry and fed him in the same way. They went back and forth like that until both treats were gone.
"'Mione, you have a little something…"
Sirius leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth lightly, where a bit of stray chocolate had been lingering. Once he had tasted it, he moved to her lips and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back down and finally giving her what she wanted. He had teased his little witch long enough, but he had had a purpose for it. He wanted to show her that he could be sweet, like Remus was—that he could give her everything she wanted too.
It was a mixture of long kisses and slow movements for a moment, but before long their embrace had disintegrated into frantic touches, as it usually did with the pair. There was such a burning passion between the two that sometimes even fast wasn't 'fast enough'. Hermione finished unbuttoning her lovers' shirt before kissing her way down his toned, inked chest and pausing where the fabric of his jeans met his skin. Sirius groaned at her hot breath on his skin as she undid his button and fly before slipping the denim down over his hips.
She pressed her palm against his now tented boxers before removing those as well and grasping his hard length. Hermione moved closer and pressed a soft kiss to the glistening head, looking up at him as she did it and Sirius released the most deliciously needy groan she had heard to date. She wanted to hear more, so she teased him with lingering kisses up and down his cock, swirling her tongue here and there, cupping his balls lightly and stroking him with her soft hand. The poor man was having the hardest time.
Sirius didn't know how long he was going to last. He had wanted this for so long from her, but he had known better than to ask, of course. He was a changed man from the times he would just push a girls' head down there. He fleetingly smiled, remembering what an ass he used to be. It wasn't long before Hermione shocked him back to reality as she finally enveloped him in her hot mouth. It took all his self-control not to tangle his hand in her hair and speed it up, but he had to admit he was enjoying her wonderfully slow teasing.
She looked up at him with those big, expressive eyes of hers, clearly enjoying it which made it all the more sexier to Sirius. As he groaned again she treated him to a faster rhythm, using her hand to cover the rest of his length and sucking, her cheeks hollowed as she dragged her mouth up and off of him with a loud 'pop'.
"Dear Merlin woman, you are going to be the death of me…" he groaned, running his hands frantically through his hair to keep himself from fucking her senseless right then and there—although he doubted she would protest too much.
"I'm not through with you yet," she laughed a little before returning to pleasuring him. She enjoyed the act more than she thought she would, and she was more than happy to return some of the pleasure that Sirius had repeatedly given to her. As she moaned on his cock, she felt him stiffen even more, and they locked gazes. He was watching her with awe, clutching at the blanket beneath him, and she was reiterating how much she loved him, and this, with her eyes. Hermione sped up the pace again and within moment, Sirius had spilled himself into her mouth. She swallowed him and planted a few more kisses on him before easing up from his lower half and collapsing happily next to him. Sirius was in a blissful state for a few moments before he turned to her and took her in his arms. She knew she was in love when she was practically dying for him inside and yet she knew she would have to wait for her turn. She would do anything for the man.
"Thank you, love."
"You deserve the world Sirius…"
"You do as well…but see, that I can practically buy for you," he laughed as he moved her, pulling up his boxers and then positioned her so they were spooning. Their breathing evened and fell into a steady pace with one another before he spoke again.
"Where do you see yourself in a few years' time?"
His voice seemed different when he asked, pensive even. She considered it for a moment and gave him an honest answer.
"Married, I hope. In a good job. Happy. I want to have what all of my friends have," she sighed. She wanted to be married, of course, but she knew that she was lucky things happened as they did with Ron—it wasn't meant to be.
"Mmm…children?" he proceeded sleepily. His orgasm was getting the better of him, but he knew it was high time they talked about something other than the amazing sex they were having.
"Always wanted to be a mum.." she said softly, but not questioningly. Although it was odd that he was asking her these things of all people, she felt a wonderful flutter in her stomach. She turned slowly in his arms so she could judge his face. He seemed contented, and he smiled at her.
"I know no one thinks of me like this…but I think I'd be a good dad, I'd want to be," he said, but there was a shred of doubt in his voice.
"Siri, you will make a wonderful father. But I had no idea you wanted children."
"Oh yes, a whole lot of them. I can't let the Black family name die with me!" he said jokingly, but Hermione could tell there was a real longing there. She entertained the thought of raising little raven haired children with him and a grin crept up her face.
"Oh, of course not!" she joked back and he started playfully tickling her. He didn't want to press her with too much seriousness at the moment. Their lips met once again and he pulled her on top of him. Sirius made she Hermione didn't go without the rest of that night and well into morning.
A/N: Well, hope you enjoyed! I actually ended up finishing said paper between writing this, so yay! Reviews and thoughts happily accepted, we are down to the final few chapters after all!