A/N: House quotes in bold.
Sirius woke up first, and was somewhat surprised to feel someone in his arms. The moment he opened his eyes and saw the bushy brown locks in front of him he smiled. Whatever he had done apparently there was forgiveness or the ability to forgive there. He ran his hand over her arm, and she moaned lightly in her slip and pressed herself closer to him. He smiled, kissed her forehead, and moved to slip out of the bed to shower.
As he slid his arm out from underneath her he felt her hand grab his shoulder and pull him back to her. Her lips crashed onto his, and he responded enthusiastically. She swung a leg over him and her hips settled on top of his. His hands fumbled with her pajama top, finally pulling it over her head and casting it over the side of the bed. His lips didn't leave hers as his hands found her breasts, and she moaned into his mouth as he began to massage them. Her hips started to grind into his in anticipation.
"Is all forgiven?" he muttered, hands falling to the waistband of her pajama pants.
"If you shut up," she growled, lips crashing back into his. She lifted herself off of him long enough to pull her pants off. The thin fabric of his pants was the only thing separating them now, and she took advantage of this fact by grinding herself even more insistently against him. He growled and reached down the rid himself of the annoying fabric between them, but she caught his wrists and pushed them above his head.
"No, you have to wait for it," she teased against his lips.
He smirked and folded his hands behind his head as she started kissing his chest.
"You certainly are a cocky little bastard, aren't you?"
"Depends," he groaned as she gently bit his nipple. "Are you going to stop if I say yes?"
She responded with a particularly rough thrust against him, eliciting another groan.
"Oh, Merlin, 'Mione," he moaned as she moved her kissed lower. "This is too much teasing for so early in the morning."
"I could stop," she muttered, lips right above his waistband, her fingers playing with the elastic.
"Don't you dare, witch," he growled, looking down into her eyes.
She responded by pulling his pants off him. She positioned herself between his legs and slowly licked up his length, causing him to moan and throw his head back. His head was immediately back up and watching her as she slowly started working him up and down, her hand helping what she couldn't fit in her mouth. After a little while she stopped to slowly lick up his length again. She flicked her tongue across his tip, and he growled in response.
"Damn, witch, you'll be the death of me," he muttered, hand reaching down to entwine in her hair. She grabbed his wrist again and pushed it back towards his head. As he felt himself getting closer he let go a string of profanities, occasionally punctuated with her name. She gave him another slow lick, and he couldn't take any more. He grabbed her shoulders, flipped her over, and started sucking and nipping at her breasts. She giggled playfully, then moaned and her hand found her spot and she started playing with herself.
"You smell so good," he muttered, kissing her stomach.
"You like that smell?" she smiled seductively.
"I crave it," he responded, kissing around her navel.
"It's all because of you, baby," she continued, working herself a little quicker. He grabbed her hand and licked her juices off her fingers before licking up her folds. She groaned and bucked her hips up towards his mouth.
"Patience, love," he muttered into her core.
"Patience, hell, I want you, Sirius," she moaned.
He chuckled before his tongue flicked out to meet her again. He slowly explored her with his tongue, moving over her folds, into her center, and back out again. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder at every pleasurable feeling, and he could smell her getting more and more aroused.
"Stop," she ordered, and he obeyed. "Get back on your back." He obeyed again. She straddled him again and lowered herself onto him. He groaned, grabbed her hips, closed his eyes and cursed.
"Is everything okay?" she asked in concerned.
"You're so tight," he groaned, not revealing he was thinking of Moody in a bikini to keep himself from coming at the sensation.
He finally released his hold on her hips and she slowly started grinding herself into him. She leaned back and grabbed his ankles to give him a view of him penetrating her. He couldn't stop staring at her, but his eyes wandered all over her body. He bucked his hips up to meet hers, and she moaned loudly and her head fell back.
The closer she got to climax the harder it was for her to concentrate on her movements. She bent back over him, hands gripping his shoulders, eyes closed in focus. He grabbed her hips and continued to thrust himself into her. She shouted his name as she finished, and her clenching around him sent him over the edge himself.
She collapsed next to him, panting. He quickly enveloped her in his arms and kissed her face gently. "Where in the hell did you learn that?" he smirked.
"You have no idea the side studies that go on in the girls dormitories at Hogwarts."
"Inform me," he muttered excitedly. "Every last raunchy detail."
"Maybe later," she laughed.
Hermione decided that she would stay in the hotel, and the couple met up with her parents every night for dinner. While they still seemed apprehensive about Sirius they didn't make any further comments about the age gap, and everyone took great pains to not mention anything to do with prison. Conversations usually revolved around moving back to England and picking up life where it was left off.
"What are you going to do with yourself, dear?" Jean asked one night over spaghetti and meatballs.
"I was thinking I'm going to go back to Hogwarts and finish up," she smiled, passing Sirius a bowl of garlic bread and not noticing his jaw dropped. "I think it's important to finish up my education."
"That sounds like a good plan," David nodded.
Sirius poked at his food and didn't say anything. He didn't relish in the idea of having Hermione away from him for almost ten months. She was one of the three people who managed to destroy all of Voldemort's horcruxes and take him down for good. That should count, she shouldn't have to go back and finish her studies.
"And what about you, Sirius?" Jean smiled at him. "What are you going to be doing now?"
"I have no idea, Mrs. Granger," he answered honestly. "I'm sure that there's something I could find to do to keep me busy."
"What do you want to do?"
"What I wanted to do when I got out of Hogwarts requires the strength and agility of a much younger man," he tried to cover his bitterness with a chuckle. "But I'm sure there's something that this old dog can learn to do. Maybe look into making some investments."
David looked him over. He wasn't thrilled about Sirius' obvious ambition to do nothing but to live off the family money. Sirius knew that look, he had seen it several times from Lily.
"Of course, I'm a little unhappy with the Ministry of Magic, so the career in magical law enforcement that I wanted when I left school was finished. But maybe I can do a little work in George's joke shop, help him research and development or something."
"Well, it would be something," David said disappointedly.
Later that night, after they had left, Hermione and Sirius went for a walk in the park.
"You didn't mention that you wanted to go back to Hogwarts," he started, grabbing hold of her hand.
"I wasn't thinking too much about it until the last day or two. I'm supposed to meet Harry and Ron back at Grimmauld Place in five days, and that sort of made me think about what I'm going to do at the end of the summer."
"Why do you need to go back to Hogwarts? You're too bright for them."
"Magical education extends beyond Defense Against the Dark Arts, and so many careers in the magical sector require one to have completed their NEWTs."
"You are bloody Hermione Granger!" he protested. "You don't need to learn that stuff. You could probably teach half the Aurors at the ministry a thing or two."
She looked at him harshly. "The decision is mine, and I made it. I want to go back to school, I'm going back to Hogwarts. If you want to be with me, we're going to have to work through me having to stay in school."
He sighed. She could be so stubborn, but that's one of the things that drove him wild about her. He had been with women before who would ask 'how high?' if he told them to jump, and there was no fun in it to him anymore.
"It's your loss," he smirked. "You're the one who is going to have to learn to be away from me for weeks on end. Tell me, love, how long can you go without sex?"
"How long can you go without annoying people?" she retorted with a sly smile.
"Two weeks, three days, fourteen hours. That's an average, mind you. There's some people I have to annoy much more often."
"Bloody Marauder," she murmured, before pulling him to her for a kiss. "Are you thinking it'll be all that bad between us if I return to school?"
"Actually I'm thinking of taking you back to the hotel room and shagging you senseless," he replied.
"Sirius Black!"
"I'm being honest. Don't women like that? I tell you the truth, sleeping with you crossing my mind a couple times a minute. Don't blame me, blame my gender."
She stalked off in mock anger, and he ran after her, scooped her up, and, with a quick check to make sure the coast was clear, Apparated her right into his bedroom.
