Chapter is Now Beta'd. Much Thanks to LonniGirl, for taking a look at it for me, even though we had to deal with evil internet connections

Just to let you know there is sex in this chapter… for that matter that's what this chapter basicly is. It is only sex between Sirius, and Hermione, so for those of you who don't like threesoms don't worry there isn't any in this chapter…

Hope you enjoy. Don't forget to pet Draco Potter on your way out…

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Hermione stood in the kitchen and began sending food down to the basement. Pizza, Chicken, other leftovers, anything she knew the boys would eat. She quickly checked her appearance in the reflection of the mirror on the wall in the hallway, making sure she still looked as good as that morning. Once downstairs, she grabbed a few butterbeers and turned around to notice Harry sitting in his seat, and Sirius taking up the rest of the couch.

"Isn't sitting in my seat, kind of like biting the hand that feeds you?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow, as she carried the drinks over, handing one to Harry, and sitting one down on the table before opening the third for herself.

Sirius made a mock yawn and ignored her. He kicked his foot out to hit Harry, "Hey! Start the movie."

Harry shook his head at them as if they were two teenagers and started the movie, ignoring Hermione's curious look.

She stood there for a second with one hand on her hip, nursing her drink and stared at Sirius. Two can play at this game. She turned around and grabbed a piece of pizza from the box on the table in front of her and sat down directly on Sirius' stomach as if he wasn't there.

Sirius made a weak sound of protest as she had knocked the wind out of him, but quickly regained himself. He poked her in the side, "If your gonna sit up there, can you at least hand me my drink?"

She looked down at him with a confused look in her eye, "What drink? The one on the table is for me?"

His face turned into a pout, "But you got Harry one…"

"Maybe I like Harry better than you…" she said matter of factly as she watched the beginning of the movie.

Harry snorted and laughed to himself, I wish…Sadly all she has ever thought of me, as is a brother…

"Don't lie 'Mione, you know you love me."

She took another sip and watched the orange haired girl on the movie attempt to escape the funny looking men in white coats, "If I love you, it is only how one loves a pitiful mongrel dog. Plus, I've known Harry a lot longer than you, there's much more history there."

Sirius sat up; his legs still spread across the couch, just not as far, his back against the side and Hermione in his lap. He plucked the drink out of her hands and took a long pull. When she tried to snatch it back, he placed it out of her reach, and his other hand held her against him so she couldn't move.

She gave him an evil glare for a few seconds, "Fine, the other one is for you."

"And?" he asked.

"And… while your still a mongrel, I guess you're not so pitiful…"

Sirius rolled his eyes, "I guess that will have to do…" He handed her drink back and summoned his to him. Surprisingly she didn't move from his lap, but stayed there, cuddled close to him. She relaxed completely against him, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, as they watched the movie.

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Harry left at the end of the movie saying that he need to write to Ginny, and had a few things around the house to do.

Hermione and Sirius said good-bye before popping in another movie, this time a romance, and snuggling back up on the couch.

Sirius wasn't paying attention to the movie at all. Something about someone going back in time, and bringing forward the English lord who invented the elevator or something along those lines. Sirius was much too entranced with Hermione lying against him, the steady rise and fall of her chest and the way her hair fell across her face to care at all about some guy named Leopold.

By the end of the movie Hermione was asleep in his arms. He let the credits of the movie roll as he brushed the hair out of her eyes and took in her beauty. She looked like a porcelain doll, and yet he knew that she was much tougher and stronger than that, he knew there was a lion inside of her beautiful body. He wanted to kiss her, but knew taking advantage of her when she was sleeping was not the way to win her. "I wish you were awake," he softly whispered, pulling her closer to him and inhaling her sweet scent.

"How could I be asleep when I'm laying against the hottest man in England?" She asked without opening her eyes.

"Just in England?" he asked, "What about the rest of Europe, or for that matter, the world?"

"I haven't seen all the men in the world so it would be hard to compare you to all of them." She replied, and opened her eyes, laughing at the sour look on his face. She could hear the steady beat of his heart that she had been listening to for the past few minutes, pick up speed.

"Decent point… I guess, but you could always tell me that I'm the hottest man you've ever met…" he replied smugly.

"Not to mention modest…" she said sarcastically. She closed her eyes again and relaxed completely into him, "Not to mention a great pillow."

He growled low in his throat and pulled her up so that her face was even with his. "I'm good at other things as well…" he whispered heatedly into her ear.

Her eyes shot open, and she looked at him with a challenge in her eyes, "Like what?"

He pulled her as close as physically possible and kissed her. He kissed her hot and hard and passionately, and she met him with the same ferocity and need. It was the most mind-blowing kiss either had experienced, and was a testament to how much they wanted each other.

Something clicked inside Hermione. The hole inside of her that she never realized was there, was suddenly filled with brilliantly hot flames, and she had to admit that it felt good, it felt… right.

Hermione moved so that she was straddling his waist, instead of sitting across his lap, she pressed her body into his and kissed him deeper, proving to him that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Sirius was enthralled, Hermione felt and tasted perfect, like a rare chocolate that while your brain would tell you to take your time, the rest of your body is screaming for more and more of the intoxicating taste.

He broke the kiss breathlessly, their foreheads pressed against each other's as they attempted to regain the breaths that had forsaken them when their lips had met.

"You're right… you are good at that." She said panting, her fingers gripping the shirt over his impressive arms.

He chuckled and pressed a quick hard kiss against her lips, "I want you Hermione." He stated simply, looking straight into her eyes and finding passion reflected in them.

She grinned, HE WANTS ME! She practically screamed to herself. There was a part of her that couldn't believe it… she had never been wanted in that way before. The one guy she had been with in the summer between fifth and sixth year, hadn't really wanted her, but had simply wanted sex. She had fallen for his ploy, as girls do at that age. But Sirius wanted her, actually wanted her, wasn't turned off by her sarcastic attitude, or the fact that most of the time she was in jeans and old t-shirts, instead of designer brands. Her heart was doing flips in her chest, and there were a heard of dragons flapping around in her stomach.

She ran her hand through his hair and ever so slowly kissed her way from the side of his mouth to his ear. In a deep bedroom voice breathed into his ear, "I want you more."

Before she could think she was on her back, with Sirius above her, pressing her into the couch. Her hand fisted in his hair ad held his face to hers, kissing him deeply, and her jean-clad legs brushing against his. She could feel his straining erection and wiggled her hips against him eliciting a groan.

His body was molded against hers, as his hands slid to her waist and ripped her shirt from her body and flung it across the room. His hands brushed across her soft tan skin, sending shivers up and down her body, as she deepened their kiss. With a flick of his wrist her bra soon followed in the direction of her shirt. His lips left hers and kissed his way down her neck and to her breasts, sucking one hard nipple into his mouth, nibbling and flicking his tongue, eliciting groan after groan from her.

Her back arched, pressing her breast further into his mouth, and her core tighter against his erection, that was desperately trying to release itself from his way to tight jeans. "Sirius" she breathlessly moaned, as he bit her nipple sending a ripple of pleasure straight to her already wet pussy.

He grinned up at her and gave her nipple one last teasing stroke with his tongue before he moved lower, kissing down her ribs to her belly button and licking the skin directly above her pants.

She squirmed against his mouth, and had to hold back a whine. She wanted him now… hot and hard, right this fucking second, and here he was slowly removing her pants, inching them down her legs along with her barely there panties. She wanted him right then, but Sirius was distracted by her intoxicating scent that made his pants even tighter and more uncomfortable.

His eyes locked with hers as he stroked his broad tongue against her hot, moist center. She bucked her hips against his mouth without thinking, instantly pressing her center against his talented mouth. Why she wasn't light-headed she didn't know, surely pleasure this amazing would cause her lungs to seize up. He was amazing, he was talented, and right now he was hers.

"Fuck" she moaned, as he tasted her small bundle of nerves, nearly sending her over the edge. She was right there, one more stroke of his talented mouth and she would be flying over the edge of the cliff, and yet Sirius pulled himself off of her.

He quickly tossed his shirt off over his head and practically ripped his pants from his body, "Your wish is my command." He said in by far the sexiest voice she had ever heard in her life.

The nanosecond he was completely naked, she pulled him back down on top of her and kissed him senseless, pressing the tight buds of her nipples against his chest, running her fingers over his nipples, raking her nails down his chest.

He didn't hesitate and pressed himself deep into her heat and nearly lost all control. Hermione rocked her hips against him moaning and breathing combinations of "Fuck", "Sirius", "Harder", "Faster", and "More." Of course being the eldest son of the Nobel House of Black, he complied with his siren's commands, and pounded into her, hard, fast, and deep.

Her nails dug into his muscled back, leaving marks for days to come… not that either of them minded, in fact the pain simply intensified his pleasure. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips, holding him tightly to her as she exploded around him. Her muscles tightened, even more moist warmth engulfed him, and she saw beautifully colored stars explode in front of her eyes. Sirius thrust again, hard and deep, sinking himself completely inside of her before pulling almost all the way out and doing it again.

"You are so fucking hot…" he panted, his pounding never slowing down.

Hermione could barely breath, never the less speak. So instead she tightened her legs a little more and met him thrust for thrust, putting her once again on the fast track to and explosive orgasm. The friction of his chiseled muscled body against her soft pliant one was driving her mad and all she could do was hold on to him and enjoy the ride.

Her heat engulfed him with every thrust, causing him to quickly lose all control of himself. His thrusts were erratic, and wild. It wasn't long at all when he thrust into her one last time, pushing them both over the cliff. She screamed his name, and he tried not to collapse as he emptied himself inside of her. He lost his battle and was soon draped over her, as he tried to breathe.

Her hands fell from his back to his arms, holding on to him, and otherwise refusing to move. She snuggled into his warm hard body and closed her eyes. When he tried to move to the side in order to keep from crushing her, she held him there shaking her head. She enjoyed his body pressing hers into the couch, and didn't want to ever leave.

"Never knew you were so demanding…" Sirius joked into her hair.

"I'm a woman who knows who and what she wants… I didn't hear you complaining earlier."

Sirius laughed, "Mind, my vixen? Not at all. The only thing hotter than a woman who knows what she wants, is a naked woman who knows she wants me."

SBHG

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