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Word count: 1840

(16/5/17)

Hermione yawned as she entered the kitchen, arms stretching high above her head. She'd spent more time than anticipated reading the book, which was about the history of the Ancient and Noble Houses, and left her a lot more knowledgeable than she had been before she opened it. This wisdom however came at the cost of only getting roughly 4 hours of sleep, half of which was spent tossing and turning as without the shield of new knowledge, her previous dilemma poked and prodded at her again. Yes, she realized it was one of the silliest things she could be fixated over, but she couldn't help it. She had finally reached a point in her life where she was almost content with everything. The only thing lacking an emotional, and physical, connection to someone.

Hell, at this point, she was so desperate she'd take sexual over anything else. But it was her damned inner swot that stopped her from jumping into a random stranger's bed.

She shook her head as she went around the large table in the middle of the kitchen, about to prepare some coffee for herself when a hand wrapped loosely around her wrist, tugging her around.

She let out a slight squeal as she found herself right in the arms of Sirius. One very shirtless Sirius. Hermione groaned as she felt the hard planes of muscle through her thin top, a Quidditch Jersey she had stolen from Harry sometime ago. She could feel his warm hand on her lower back, tugging her forward.

"I have your coffee ready, Mione," Sirius wrapped one around her shoulders and sat her down in a chair, a mug of steaming bitter coffee already ready for her. All unholy thoughts left her mind as the addictive scent of her favorite drink reached her nostrils. Her eyes closed in pure bliss as she took a huge breath, inhaling deeply and brought the mug up to her lips to take a greedy sip. SHe let out a sigh when the scalding drink touched her tongue, then throat, way past the stage where it would've burned her. Almost everyone who knew her teased her about her coffee addiction, but she couldn't help it. During the days she averaged about 3 hours of sleep per night, she only had coffee for company, and well, the habit never really left her.

"I'm glad you like it," Sirius teased.

Hermione tried to glare but there was no real ire in her eyes, "Well, it's coffee. You could've squeezed it straight out of the bean and I would probably still have finished it off."

Sirius made his way to the stove, which she belatedly realized had a pan with something sizzling in it, "Don't remind me. It's bad enough watching you drink it without any form of sweetener or milk. I can almost feel your body dying slowly."

By now, Hermione had craned her neck to see what he was cooking, "As opposed to the bacon you're cooking there?"

Sirius, mature as he was, merely turned around to stick his tongue out. Instead of replying to her, he scraped the contents of the pan into two plates that already had some toast on it sat down in front her, placing one plate down beside her now empty mug of coffee.

In between bites of a delicious breakfast, their conversation dwindled and Hermione's awareness heightened. Sirius was only dressed in a pair of boxers- how did he fry bacon like that?- and his hair was mussed up and falling freely around his face, unlike the previous evening. She couldn't help but think if he looked like that just after an intense makeout session as well, or more, her mind whispered saucily, immediately ducking her head when she could feel the hot blush stealing over her cheeks.

"You okay, Mione?" Sirius' concerned voice reached her ears and she forced herself to nod her head, a tad bit too frantically, as her imagination grew wilder and sexier. A shirtless Sirius was now standing in front of her, towering in his 6"1 frame, and his boxers were riding low on his hips, hinting at a delicious trail of dark hair and a perfectly sculpted v that she was itching to lick. His muscles, extremely defined due to the almost religious physical exercise he underwent everyday, were not overly bulging but lean and sleek. Her eyes travelled up his abs, to his collarbone, which looked highly tempting to her highly sexed brain, and over his adam's apple and reached his face.

His full lips were..pulled up in a smirk?

Her eyes went higher and she squeaked when she realized Sirius Black really was standing in front of her, and she was eye fucking him all the while. She groaned as the blush on her cheek intensified and spread to her neck and chest. Something that Sirius apparently noticed since his eyes went down to the exposed area around and a little bit below her own collarbones, the jersey being so big on her that it dipped quite low on her than on Harry and easily reached a little past mid thigh. Sirius' dark eyes lingered on the swell of her now rather pink breasts, and her breathing hitched. He moved forward, one tiny step after the other, until he was right beside her chair.

His hand shot out to jerk her off her chair, where she was almost leaning forward in anticipation, and spin her around to push her up against the wall. His left hand was on the wall beside her head and his right on her waist, his thumb so close to her breasts she could feel the warmth radiating off it.

"That's the second time in as many hours I've caught you staring," His minty breath washed over her as he whispered, his voice going into that husky tone of his that she adored. "No. Not staring, ogling."

"I can't help it, now can I, with you looking so sinfully delicious?" Hermione's voice was equally husky as she replied, her voice shaking just a tiny bit.

"Oh?" Sirius' head moved forward, just an inch, but it felt like most of the air had gone out of her lungs at that small movement. She couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen should he move even closer and…..

"You know very well what I mean. Don't pretend otherwise," Her own head was now moving forward of its own accord, their noses slightly rubbing together.

"Hm, I don't think I really understand, care to explain it to me?" He was now close enough that she could see the shades of grey his eyes were made up of. They were wonderfully mesmerizing and she couldn't quite take her eyes off them, despite his perfect lips being a mere hair's breadth away from hers. There was just something about them, how they were so unusually expressive but closed off at the same time. He had a shield put up for the world to see, but in these rare moments between the two of them, when they were alone, it seemed like all those defences vanished for she could see each and every emotion swirling in his eyes.

"How about I show it to you?" Her voice dropped to an almost imperceptible whisper just as her lips crashed against his, one leg wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him closer to her. Her arms were wrapped around those oh so wonderful shoulders, and as his lips moved agonizingly slowly against hers, she wondered how it would feel if her legs were wrapped around those muscular shoulders, the strong hands holding tightly onto her lower back, squeezing her thighs. Her hands moved happily over his well muscled back, feeling exactly as pleasurable as she had imagined, and even more.

They stayed there for what felt like an eternity, their lips moving in sync, fireworks going off in the background, fire spreading wherever skin met skin. She felt a tongue slide across her lips, and immediately opened up, moaning when a warm presence entered her mouth, moving immediately to massage her own tongue, leaving wonderful sensations in its wake. There was a small battle for dominance before Hermione emerged victorious, her hands squeezing his ass as they slid downwards from his back. A deep groan reverberated in his chest as his hand gripped her waist even tighter, most definitely leaving bruises behind, something she really couldn't be bothered to care about right now, what with his mouth doing delicious things to her body.

She gasped as his mouth left hers and trailed hot kisses down her neck, biting and sucking on her collarbone. Her hands were wrapped in that unbelievably soft hair of his, bunching and knotting it as she arched her back, wanting, needing, more. He travelled slowly downwards, placing open mouthed kisses on her sternum over her thin shirt, his hand slowly going up to massage her ribs, and upper waist. His right hand reached her right breast the same time his mouth took one clothed nipple in, simultaneously tweaking and sucking each nipple. Her eyes closed as her fists tightened in his hair as the overload of sensations hit her at once.

"Sirius!" She moaned loudly and as if a switch had been turned on, his mouth left her nipple with a 'pop' sound and his hand ripped away from her breast as if it had been burnt. He stepped back, almost tripping over his feet, as he looked at her with horror dawning in those beautiful grey eyes, looking as if he had just realized who it was he had pushed up against a wall and thoroughly snogged to high hell and back. A growl left Hermione's lips when she realized what must have been going through his head and she stalked forward to wrap her fingers in his hair and tugged, bringing his face close to hers.

"Don't you fucking dare feel guilty about this, Sirius Black, or so help me God you won't know what hit you," Her hair was crackling slightly and her eyes were narrowed and it was only a very dumb man who could do anything but nod. And since dumb wasn't one of the many things Sirius Black was, though he might seem like it around a gorgeous woman at times, he could do little but nod dumbly, his mouth still slightly open. Her fingers loosened and her eyes softened, and she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips, caressing his cheek as she did.

She let her hand fall away as she stepped back, "I'll be in the library, if you feel like talking. I think there's something I need to tell you anyway." She didn't stay to see his reaction, instead turning around to head up to the library.

One thing she did notice, however, was that his hair was exactly as she had imagined when her fingers let go of it, and it turned her on beyond measure.