A fever pitch had been reached quickly in the lead up to the first Quidditch match of the year. Gryffindor would be matching up against Ravenclaw. Typically, Hermione didn't care much for Quidditch. She spent the majority of the time being concerned that Harry was going to get himself killed. But this time, she let herself get swept up in the hysteria. It was just different when your boyfriend was one of the beaters.
Sirius had thrust his practice jersey into her hands the night before the match, looking incredibly nervous. "Will you wear this for the game tomorrow?" he asked.
Hermione looked down at the bright scarlet fabric. Gold embroidery spelled out "BLACK" on the back and a snarling lion on the front. She caught her lower lips between her teeth, contemplating the request. She hoped that it didn't make her seem too much like she was fawning over her. But, seeing that nervous look in his eyes that she might actually say no had her agreeing. "Of course I will," she said, with a shy smile.
When she put it on the morning of the match, it was comically too large on her smaller frame. Nothing a little shrinking charm couldn't handle. She wondered what everyone would think about her wearing it. Looking at herself in the mirror, Hermione decided that she would just be proud to be Sirius's girlfriend. If anyone had anything negative to say, she'd just ignore it.
Her worries had evaporated by the time Marlene returned from the bathroom. The blonde took one look at the outfit and let out a girly squeal. "Godric, he asked you to wear his jersey? Merlin, you two are just so cute together," she said with a sigh.
"Thanks Marlene," Hermione answered with a blush. "How are things going with Remus?"
She knew that Marlene initially thought Remus's words about not wanting to hurt her were romantic, but now they only annoyed the beautiful girl. "Well, he really is the best kisser, and a week ago he felt me up a little, but...he never lets me go any further than that. I know he says he wants to protect me, but...I just want more with him," she explained, looking forlorn.
Hermione wished that Remus would do the right thing and tell her about his furry little problem.
"But, I have an absolutely brilliant plan for the Halloween Ball. Remus won't know what hit him," she said with a devious smirk. Hermione hoped that it worked because Marlene and Remus just seemed to work together. "Well, come on, shall we go cheer on the boys? Mary? Lily?"
Lily shook her head from the bed where she was reading a novel. "No thank you," she said, pointedly.
"Come on Lily, don't you want to cheer on Gryffindor? I bet...I bet it would mean a lot to James if you came," Hermione tried tentatively.
"I don't really want to see him right now," she answered.
Hermione nodded, understanding the girl's trepidation. "Alright, well, see you after then," she said before departing. Linking arms with Mary and Marlene, she was determined to get to the bottom of Lily's change of attitude later.
The crowd was much louder than anything she'd heard before and everyone was much rowdier than in her time. Finding good seats, the girls settled down and cheered their hearts out for Gryffindor. Hermione found herself completely ignoring the snitch, which normally had her attention. Instead, she was watching Sirius knock bludgers away from his teammates and towards the Ravenclaws. She could practically see every muscle move in his back and arms with each swing. It left her feeling very needy. Though she did prefer brains over brawn, she couldn't help but appreciate Sirius's powerful form.
It was odd for Hermione to think that in her time, she had no idea that Sirius was even on the Quidditch team. He mostly talked about James's exploits as the chaser, but maybe that was just to pass some memories on to Harry. A huge roar brought Hermione out of her thoughts. Gryffindor had won 210-70! From his broom, Sirius winked at her and gave her a mock salute, which she returned.
The stands began to empty and by the time the three girls made their way back to the Common Room, a raucous party had broken out. James stood with his teammates, freshly showered, while Sirius was chatting with Remus. Peter was trying to chat up the other Beater, with moderate success. Marlene and Hermione joined the group, while Mary peeled off to get Lily.
Butterbeers were passed around and talk soon turned to the Halloween ball, which would be held the following week. Hermione tried not to linger on it too much because the thought of leaving her new friends made her heart ache. She didn't want to leave this happy-go-lucky version of Sirius who was naughty and witty and, really, quite sweet as well. She wondered if he'd recognize her at all when she returned to her proper time. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she decided to just live life to the fullest.
"Marlene, have you decided what you are going to wear?" she asked, actually invested.
"Well, I was sort of hoping to do a couple's costume with Remus," she said, giving Hermione a mischievous grin. Hermione wasn't sure if she wanted to know what was going to come out of her mouth next. "I was kind of thinking we could go as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf."
Remus choked on his butterbeer. Hermione desperately reminded herself that she wasn't supposed to know anything about Remus's lycanthropy. Sirius looked so amused, but also wasn't about to bail his friend out.
"I don't know if that's a great idea..." Remus trailed off.
"Why not?" Marlene demanded, holding onto his arm. Her voice dropped low into a whisper, but Hermione could still hear every word and she was sure Sirius could, too. "Maybe after the Ball, you could...eat my basket of goodies."
Remus turned a very impressive shade of red, while Sirius wasn't even trying to pretend like he hadn't heard. "I...I'll think about it," Remus said, eventually.
Hermione, sensing that Marlene wanted some alone time with her handsome werewolf, grabbed Hermione by the hand and pulled him up the stairs towards the boys' dorms. His eyebrows rose in surprise at her boldness, but he followed without complaint, stopping only when they got to his room.
"Do we have to worry about any company?" she asked, shutting the door behind her.
Sirius cleared his throat, uncharacteristically nervous. "No, I think that James will be busy with his fan club for a while and Marlene has Remus covered. I will leave a tie on the door just in case," he said.
She bit her lower lip. It seemed a bit crass to her, to announce to everyone who walked by what was going on, but she decided to let it go. She also wanted some alone time with Sirius, after all. She smiled, sitting down on his bed. She looked around, surprised to find Transfiguration books on his nightstand.
"Circe, I was not expecting that jersey to look so sexy on you," he said, sitting next to her.
"Sexy? Really?" she asked, puzzled.
"Yeah. I...love seeing my name on you," he replied with a cheeky grin, pushing her hair over one shoulder so that he could kiss her neck.
She decided not to think too heavily on his words, as she was certain he meant it only as a joke. Instead she grabbed onto his arms, feeling the strong muscle underneath the skin. His hot, open-mouthed kisses had her feeling lightheaded and she was sure that he was going to leave a hickey.
Slowly, he pushed her back against the pillow, until she was laying down, half propped up in his bed. He was sure that this was a memory he would have for a long time. He brought his lips to her face and they met first in a sweet kiss that soon became more passionate. She wanted to touch him, to feel his bare skin under his fingers, so she weaseled her fingertips under the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head.
Sirius was definitely a beautiful sight to look at, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. She could see his muscles move under the skin and he looked so powerful to her. He didn't have any tattoos yet, but somehow she was sure that before long he would have them. She didn't want to think about the tattoos he had from Azkaban, or how she was resigning him to live for twelve years there, blamed for his friends deaths.
Instead she let herself get lost in the feeling of him fumbling around with the button on her jeans, which finally came free under his nimble fingers. He quickly tugged the jeans off, leaving her in her panties and jersey, flushed and excited and so in love with Sirius Black. The thought made her lose her breath. "Fuck…you really do look so good," he told her, kissing her face and neck.
She pushed the thought from her mind and brought her own hands to his pants, undoing the jeans, and pushing them down as far as she could until he was forced to kick them off. She quickly brought her hand inside his boxers, finding him hard and aching for her. She wrapped her hand around him and jerked her hand up and down. Hearing Sirius Black groaning over the things she was able to do to him filled Hermione with pride. Soon, though, she wanted to see him, all of him, and she shoved the fabric of his boxers down, revealing his cock to her. He seemed to be a little larger than average, but Hermione couldn't really be sure because she didn't have much experience. Well, she didn't have any experience outside of Viktor, really. He looked gorgeous, and Hermione happily returned her hand to him, stroking him up and down, making sure to pay extra attention to the underside of the tip when he responded quite favorably to her touch there.
Hermione mewled in satisfaction when his large hands were soon pushing down her panties. She kicked the red scrap of fabric away and was unsure of where the landed, but she couldn't really be arsed when he brought his fingers through her folds. He allowed one finger to enter her slit and brought his thumb up to the little bud at the top of her sex. He was a quick study and soon learned that she loved most having her clit rubbed in tight, fast circles. Sirius quickly had her pussy clenching around his long finger, pulling at the digit every time it left her and rejoicing every time it entered.
Hermione was quietly moaning her satisfaction as he was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She loved watching her hand glide up and down Sirius's cock and seeing the faces he made in the pleasure that she was giving him. Finally, his hips thrusting into hand, he came. Seeing his cum land on his hard, tensed abs made Hermione groan and finally reach her own peak and she felt her walls fluttering around his finger.
They both relaxed against the pillows of Sirius's bed, sweaty and sated and giddy. Sirius finally cleaned himself off and gave her a little kiss on the lips. "Thank you, kitten. That was amazing."
Hermione smiled and kissed him back, deeply. She sighed at sat up. "I should probably go. Your roommates might be quite put out about being kicked out of their own dorm," she told him with a sad smile. She wanted nothing more than to stay here, wrapped up in his arms. Picking up her wand she summoned her panties. "Accio Hermione's knickers."
Sirius grabbed the bit of red lace out of the air. "Nuh, uh. I am keeping these. If you are leaving and going into hiding for Merlin knows how long, I need a little something to remember you by," he smiled lazily at her.
Hermione groaned thinking of the implication of his words. Desperate not to face him, Hermione stood and picked up her jeans, hopping to pull them up and re-zip them. She tried not to be annoyed with the rough feeling of her jeans against her sensitive skin. "Good night, Sirius," she told him before leaving the room and he responded in kind. Thankfully, she didn't see any of his three roommates, so she hoped that they would be none the wiser to their activities, but somehow she doubted it.
The party was still raging in the Common Room. Gryffindor tower suddenly felt stifling with the number of people and Hermione had to get out with her thoughts. She decided to walk around the castle and gather her thoughts. Her feelings for Sirius were really much more serious than she would have imagined. She wondered if he felt the same way for her at all. She wouldn't blame him if he didn't – really, it was for the better – but it didn't stop her from longing.
She wondered if history really had to unfold the way that she knew it to. She could warn Lily and James about Peter's true loyalties, Harry could grow up with his parents and Sirius would have Azkaban free years to cat about town. It would be different, but it could be better, couldn't it?
"Ah, Miss Granger, just the person I wanted to see," a familiar voice called out. Hermione looked up to see Headmaster Dumbledore. "Won't you come with me to my office? I have something I'd like to show you."
Hermione nodded and followed the man up the spiral staircase to his office. They spoke mainly of the day's Quidditch match, which Dumbledore thought was well won. Once they'd reached the sanctuary of the room though, he switched topics.
"I've completed the device," he said, holding out the delicate glass orb on its golden chain, filled with delicate and useless sand. "Please come pick it up before the dance next week. I would advise you to bring everything with you to the dance that you intend to take to your home."
Hermione nodded. "I will do that," she promised.
"Please meet me in the Astronomy Tower a little before midnight. I've reviewed the calculations numerous times and I think that it will work. We just need to charm the device to turn the proper amount of turns once the sand has been energized."
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of missing the strike. I can't wait to go home." Her words sounded hollow and she wasn't even convinced of their accuracy.
"Somehow I think you are not as eager to go home as you once were," he said, with a knowing smile on his face. It wasn't as approving as it usually was. "Hermione, I cannot express to you more how important it is that you leave time untouched. The results of even the tiniest deviation could cause damage unimaginable. I know that you have become close to several people, but you must resist the temptation. Promise me this?"
"Yes, of course, I understand sir," she agreed. Hermione tried to quash the sadness that bubbled up in her heart at the idea of Sirius in Azkaban, Remus destitute, and Lily and James dead. "May I be dismissed?"
"Of course Miss Granger." Dumbledore nodded, his eyes sad. "I wish you pleasant dreams."