Sirius rigidly sat on her tan couch, trying not to stare a hole in her as she painstakingly made up her tea. He knew she was doing it on purpose to mess with his head, and dammit, it was working! He had to force himself to stifle a frustrated groan as she finally settled back into her chair, clutching her mug and looked over at him coolly.

"You wanna talk, Sirius? Let's talk."

He knew she hadn't meant to, but when she spoke in that low, measured tone it made her words come out far more honeyed and seductive than she could have meant for them to when attempted purposefully. Especially judging by the look on her face. He'd wager his whole fortune on a guess that she was not aiming to seduce at all, but rather to strike fear into his heart. She struck something, all right, if his hardening cock was anything to go by.

"Why are you avoiding me, Hermione? What'd I do?"

Hermione couldn't help but scoff at that. Was he really that clueless?

"Gee, let me think..." Here she paused, actually putting a finger to her lips as if she was truly struggling to come up with the reason she was angry with him.

After a moment, she dropped her pretenses, "Shall I give you a list?" Her voice dripped with venom and her eyes flashed. Sirius felt his cock twitch with hunger. You don't know what you're getting yourself into, mate... He thought towards it, attempting to reign in his lust for the blazing woman in front of him.

"After the months of flirting -the double-sided comments, the random touches, and the not-so-innocent glances- I finally worked up the nerve to actually do something about what I felt was between us, and you went and clammed up when you realized it was me and not someone else! I think that covers it pretty well."

Sirius paused, replaying that night in his mind. He could see how she'd thought that was what he'd done, but the truth of the matter was that wasn't the truth of the matter at all.

Sure, he'd frozen when he realized it was her, but only because he'd almost dropped dead of a heart attack! He'd been beside himself when he realized it was her hand that was was pumping his prick so deliciously, her hot, wet mouth on his neck. Hell, he'd almost come right there like an inexperienced schoolboy! He probably would have if she hadn't run away, quite effectively killing his erection.

This whole thing was a big misunderstanding! It was so ridiculous to him, that he couldn't help it: the corners of his mouth quirked up and he started chuckling, which in turn became full blown laughing. His eyes screwed shut and his head flung back with the force of his mirth, which was a very good thing, as that's how he avoided having Hermione's cup dashed against his forehead when she angrily threw it at him. Instead, it flew innocuously over the tip of his nose and smashed against the wall, brown streaks of tea beginning to run down towards the carpet. Sirius looked up at her, eyes wide, spitting fire.

"I can't believe you, Sirius Black!" She screeched, standing to run from the room, tears running down her face, and hair whipping behind her in her haste.

Sirius gaped again at the shattered remains of the cup before he jumped up to chase after her. "Now hold on just a minute!" he commanded, grabbing a forearm to stop her flight, and planting his feet to stop her from pulling him along with her. What he didn't plan for was for her other arm to swing around, and for her small, delicate-seeming hand to strike him across the face. Hard.

"What the bloody hell, woman?!" He grabbed his cheek with his free hand and began rubbing it, his eyes wide.

"Let me go, Sirius Black, or so help me, I will hex you!" she sobbed, pulling so hard against him that he was afraid she'd dislocate her shoulder.

"Calm down, Hermione. I just want to talk to you, and I can't do that if you run off and ward your room!"

Her juddering breaths didn't stop, but they slowed, and her desperate attempt to detatch herself from her caught arm ceased outright.

"Good, now can we go sit down again and talk like reasonable adults, or do we have to talk right here, standing in your hall?"

Hermione sniffed, "I'm not doing any talking while you're holding onto me like this," she indicated her arm with a nod of her head.

Sirius growled low in his chest. "If I let go of you, will you try to run again?"

She shook her head, and he slowly released his grip. As soon as her arm was free, she brought it to her chest and began massaging it to encourage the circulation that he'd temporarily cut off.

"I am sorry about that, but I knew if you made it to your room you'd make sure I couldn't talk with you again tonight, and I don't want or plan to leave without clearing things up."

She stared at him silently, her big brown eyes red-rimmed, arms still clutched to her chest as if they could protect her from him. He took her silence as acquiescence, and began to speak, as it didn't seem to him that she would be moving from that spot anytime soon.

"I didn't 'clam up' because it was you. I clammed up because it was you, Hermione, standing there and having her way with me. God, I've wanted that for months, and then you went and took me completely by surprise, blindsiding me. How was I supposed to react?" Sirius had to pause and calm himself, because he'd started yelling at the end. Once he'd gathered his wits again, he continued.

"When you left me standing there yesterday, I was still reeling over the fact that it was you holding me. I hadn't even yet caught on to the fact that I'd offended you. That was never my intention, Hermione. Never. I was hung up on the fact that you wanted me the same way I wanted you. Want you, actually."

By the end of his speech, Hermione was deathly quiet, her eyes round, her smooth, dusky lips parted in acute shock. He hardly had a moment to notice this, though, before she flung herself at him, her lips fastening on his as her upper body crushed and molded into his. He breathed out a moan and looped an arm around her hips to draw her into him fully, his opposite hand cupping her neck, his fingers stroking along her jaw.

"I take it you forgive me?" He growled out, pulling back from her only long enough to look in her eyes for the answer.

Hermione huffed, her eyebrows lowering as she glowered at him. "Only if you make it worth my while."

Sirius grinned wickedly. "That's the only way I know how, kitten."

Author's Note:

Okay guys, I know this is super short, but I'm about to be directly hit by hurricane Matthew, and I've been suffering from writer's block so i figured I should post what I have and just start where I've been stuck for next chapter. Not my plan, but oh well.

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