Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

Sirius and Hermione have a chat during her fifth year

She lay in the darkened room listening to the gentle breathing of Ginny envying her ability to fall asleep easily. After the troll incident in first year sleep had becoming something Hermione never truly got to enjoy any more. Between the nightmares that plagued her and late night research sessions in to whatever danger they were dealing with during the time sleep evaded her. On this particular summers night Hermione had gone to bed early tired from the constant cleaning they had to undertake to make Grimmauld Place liveable. But as soon as her head had hit the pillow thoughts of the increased attacks on muggles and missing people that had been reported run through her mind. Which had turned in to her worrying about her family and Harry and what new danger they would be facing this year.

Knowing that sleep was not going to come anytime soon she got out of bed deciding to have a warm glass of milk in the hopes it would help relax her and hopefully send her to sleep. With the knowledge that everyone had long since gone to bed hours ago Hermione didn't bother with a robe, making her way down stairs barefoot clad in yellow pyjama shorts and a white lose T-shirt.

Entering the poorly lit kitchen Hermione didn't notice Sirius Black sitting in the shadows nursing a cup of firewhiskey. Going about the task of preparing her drink Hermione let her mind wander to nostalgic memories of sitting at her parents kitchen table toes skimming the cold kitchen floor as she watched one of her parents prepare the drink for her.

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Sirius took a large gulp of his firewhiskey feeling the warmth spread down his throat and settle in his stomach, his eyes never leaving the teenage girl moving around his kitchen. His eyes raked over her petite form taking in her toned legs and ass, swallowing involuntarily as he saw a sliver of her taut stomach as she raised her arm to open a cupboard. Feeling like a dirty old man he cleared his throat alerting her to his presence.

Hearing the sudden sound Hermione let out a shriek whirling round to identify where it came from. Noticing Sirius Black sitting in an armchair in the kitchen she let out a sigh. "God Sirius you scared me."

"What are you looking for?" he asked whilst taking another large gulp of his drink.

Feeling her heart hammering against her chest Hermione inhaled before answering, "Vanilla extract. Trying to make it as my parents did." she said pointing to the warming milk in a pan.

"Sorry don't have that, you can put it on the list and Molly will get it with the next grocery shop."

Her shoulders slumped in disappointment, taking the milk of the cooker she dumped it down the sink before washing up. Being aware of Siriuss' presence Hermione felt self conscious. She hadn't really ever spent any time alone with the older man and most of their interactions that summer had involved arguing over Kreacher. Drying her hands on a tea towel she turned around to bid him farewell but the words got lodged in her throat at the sight of the escaped inmate.

The slowly dying ember flames from the large fireplace were the only source of light in the room. The flames cast dancing shadows across his face making him look sinister. His long fingers were clutching his tumbler the blue azkaban tattoos on his knuckles standing out against his pale skin. His entire presence and demeanour was menacing but it was his eyes that made her stop her hasty retreat. Sirius's grey eyes were the saddest she had ever seen on anyone apart from Harry. He had that same look in his eyes Harry did before he delved in to his dark thoughts.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked nervously trying not to fidget under his intense gaze.

Looking at the clearly nervous girl before him he nodded, raising up from his armchair he made his way to the farmhouse style kitchen table dropping his tall frame elegantly on the bench. Conjuring another tumbler he poured a generous amount of firewhiskey in to the glass before sliding it to Hermione who was sat across from him. He didn't know why she asked to join him when she was clearly not comfortable in his presence but he was glad for the distraction from his dark and depressing thoughts. Hermione gazed at the amber liquid swimming in the glass before her, debating on drinking it.

"You don't have to drink it, but I assure you it works better than warm milk."

Raising the glass to her lips she took a tentative sip chocking as the drink made its way down her throat. With watery eyes she looked at a laughing Sirius, "glad I could be of some amusement to you," she said testily.

"Not laughing at you, just reminds me the first time me, James, Remus and Peter had our first taste of firewhiskey." Sirius said smirking before his eyes got that sad faraway look. Hoping to distract him Hermione told him of the first time she had an alcoholic drink which wasn't really an interesting story because it had been when she was thirteen in France with her parents.

Her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the childish tale she took a large sip of her drink coughing horribly as it went down her throat. Seeing Hermione coughing her lungs out, tears streaming down her red face Sirius moved to sit next to her, patting her on the back offering her a glass of water when her coughing subsided.

"Shouldn't have given you the drink, its an acquired taste."

Taking his statement as a challenge Hermione drank once again this time only wincing at the taste of the alcohol. Smiling at him triumphantly Sirius chuckled before resuming his drinking. He spent the next few hours listening to her talk about it seemed almost everything. She spoke of her past, her childhood, parents and things that influenced her in to the young lady she was becoming. But he enjoyed it most when she spoke of her future from the small family she wanted to her grand plans of one day changing the world. When he had smiled at her and asked why she didn't start off small with something more achievable. She had shrugged her shoulders simply stating, "What's the point of dreaming if you don't dream big? Anyway I'm perfectly secure in my abilities that I know I will change the world." she had said smiling at him, cheeks all rosy with a self assurance that made Sirius believe that she would definitely change the world one day.

The more she spoke to him the more she drew him out of the dark tortured place his mind always occupied. It had been a long time since he had experienced any real hope for the future, for the longest time his only concern was about surviving the day hopefully with his mind intact but listening to Hermiones gentle voice as she spoke of a future she wanted he couldn't help but be drawn to her never ending optimism. He watched as her lips moved as she talked excitedly of universities she wished to attend after Hogwarts believing the best way to move the wizarding world forward was combining the two worlds. Without thinking of his actions he leaned closer and captured her lips.

Hermione froze at the contact being taken by surprise. Her large eyes stared at the man who was currently kissing her with his eyes closed his long hair brushing against her cheek. She couldn't believe Sirius Black was kissing her. This man who was twenty years her senior, an escaped convict in hiding and her best friends god father was kissing her. But she realised over the past few hours that he was more than that. He was unbelievably intelligent, something that had taken her by surprise as they discussed more theorised methods of magic. At the look of shock on her face he had proudly stated that he graduated among the top five of his class. She had also learnt that he was magically gifted as he recounted his lessons from childhood and demonstrated his prowess with wandless magic, which was no small feat as she was pretty sure he was tipsy at that point. What had truly made her change her opinion of him was when he recounted the tale of him and James buying a small publishing company and secretly hiring Remus as one of the companies editorial and publishing assistant after he had moved out of the home they had all shared and refused taking any monetary help from them. Hermione was lost in her own thoughts that she didn't respond to the kiss.

When he pulled away shamefaced and apologising for his action Hermione silenced him by kissing him. Feeling her soft lips against his and her small fingers tangled in his hair Sirius kissed her back fiercely. Biting her bottom lip she opened her mouth to let out a moan, taking it as his opportunity he swiped his tongue against hers and soon they were both fighting for dominance over the kiss. Teeth clashing, tongues duelling, teeth biting against exposed necks and jaws they kissed with passion.

Hermione ended up in Sirius's lap bare legs wrapped around his skinny waist while he kissed and nibbled at her exposed collarbone sending thrills throughout her body. Hermione was lost in the sensation of the way he gently touched her, even though his kisses were hungry and passionate his touches were revering. His long calloused fingers making their way from her ankles stopping at the back of her knees to draw intricate circles as he kissed her heatedly before moving to her thighs and then cupping her ass making her grind against him in an effort to relieve the tension between her legs.

Feeling his chest rumble underneath her fingers as he growled excitedly at the act, she hastily unbuttons his white button down shirt running her hands across his broad shoulders. Feeling the scars marring his delicate skin Hermione pulled back from the kiss pushing his shirt off his shoulders to look at his chest. Seeing the various scars mapped out on his body and the prison tattoos she looked in to his eyes seeing the anguish and pain reflected there. Sirius closed his eyes as her warm lips gently kissed his azkaban prison number that had been tattooed above his heart, a tear silently falling down his face.

He let her kiss every scar and tattoo she found on his chest relishing the moment, not telling her some of those scars were from his childhood with Walburga but he thinks she knows by the way he kisses the more fainter scars longer. Feeling her arms caress his scarred back he freezes, she pulls back and looks in to his eyes. Instead of seeing the pity he expected, her brown eyes are alight with anger. So he kisses her right below her ear softly whispering, "It's okay." even though they both know it isn't but doesn't want the night to be ruined by talking about the whippings he received in azkaban.

So Hermione kisses him running her hands over his shoulders and up his neck before fisting it in his remarkably soft raven hair. Raking her blunt nails against his scalp illicit a moan from the man below her, with their chests pressed together Hermione feels the vibrations from his deep and low growl, which sends shivers down her spine. Her hands quickly move to work on his belt. Feeling her nimble fingers unbuckling his belt Sirius comes to his senses. As much as he really wants to be consumed by all of her he can't let this go any further.

Hermione is hope and innocence and he doesn't wish to taint that, because no matter how bright her light shines and pushes away his darkness he knows that if she gets to close he will snuff that light out. He is broken in more ways than he can count and it isn't up to a sixteen year old to fix that.

He places his larger hands above hers pulling them away from unbuttoning his pants and kisses her fingers softly. Placing her on the floor Sirius runs his hands through his ruffled locks. "You are not ready for this Hermione...I'm not ready for this." he spoke gruffly, his voice still filled with lust.

Hermione felt embarrassed and rejected when he had pulled away from her berating herself for being too forward and assuming he wanted the same thing. Hearing his statement had her puzzled. She was certainly ready for this, nervous but still ready and Sirius sexual exploits were Hogwarts legends, so she concluded that she must have been the cause for him pulling away.

Noting the rejection and hurt on her face he pulled her in to his chest wrapping his long arms around her. Finally feeling her place her arms around his waist Sirius spoke, "I'm a damaged man Hermione and I have a lot of things to work through before I can commit to this. I don't want a one night stand and you don't deserve your first time to be one because if we sleep together now before I have had the chance to put my demons to rest that is what this will be."

Feeling her nod against his chest he steps back kissing her deeply one last time before wishing her goodnight. Watching her retreating form until he was once again all alone in the kitchen Sirius smiled. He felt hopeful for the first time in fourteen years, he had time. Time to fix all the things that had gone wrong in his life and hopefully at the end of it their would be a bright Gryffindor waiting for him.

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