Okay, so this chapter is purely Sirius/Hermione, and it's a long one (atleast double the other chapters)

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Word count: 5039

(1/6/17)

Hermione opened her eyes when she heard the sound of footsteps entering the room. She looked up to see Sirius walking towards her, obviously trying to be quiet so that he didn't wake Harry up.

Hermione cast a silent Muffliato around Harry before smiling at Sirius.

He returned the smile before asking quietly, "Is he okay? He looks tired." He shot a concerned look at the black haired boy in her lap, whose featured were currently scrunched up in distress.

She ran her fingers over his forehead in an attempt to smooth the wrinkles before speaking, "He-He'll be fine. He saw Daphne yesterday."

Sirius' left eyebrow cocked at that, a slight snarl leaving his lips at the mention of the woman who broke his godson's heart quite terribly.

"She had a 3 year old son, Sirius," Hermione continued.

Sirius blinked once, twice before letting out a string of curse words that would surely have woken Harry up if not for the Muffliato.

"Do you think that's why she left?" Sirius asked. "Because she got pregnant?"

Hermione shrugged, her fingers never stopping their ministrations through Harry's hair.

Suddenly, a glint appeared in Sirius' grey eyes that made him look like the ruthless, cold blooded Death Eater people had once assumed he was.

'Do you think the kid is Harry's?" He whispered, his voice tight with the control he was exerting so as to keep a tight reign on the anger that was begging to be let out.

The room suddenly felt like it had gotten a few degrees colder, and his eyes had darkened to an almost black. Hermione shuddered at the pure venom in his tone, and the look in his eyes. She could never get used to the cold rage Sirius fell back on when he thought someone he cared about was hurt. And if Daphne did run off pregnant with a kid that could have been Harry's, then she almost pitied the woman if she ever came in contact with Sirius. Key word being almost, because she very well remembered what her actions had done to Harry. It had taken a long time for them to work on his self confidence and bring it up to an appropriate level and Daphne went and ruined all of that in one thoughtless move. So yes, Hermione was feeling more than vindictive herself.

She chose her words carefully, knowing the wrong thing would cause him to burst. "I- don't know, to be honest. The timeline would fit. If she was pregnant when she left, then the baby would be just a few weeks older than 3 years now. But, and this is coming from someone who well and truly hated her at one point, Sirius, I don't think it was his. She couldn't have done something like that. Anyone with eyes could see how in love with Harry she was."

Grey eyes flared at her words and she winced. "From where I'm standing, Mione, it's either his kid or she cheated on him. I'm not sure which one is worse."

Hermione looked down at her best friend, whose features were now calm and untroubled. She bent down to place a lingering kiss on his forehead, silently praying to whichever entity was listening to not make him go through any more heartbreak for he had exhausted all his reserves and she didn't know if he could take any more, before straightening up to face Sirius.

"It'll devastate him, either way," she stated. Sirius nodded, his face still troubled.

After a minute or two of just listening to the comforting sound of Harry's breathing, she spoke again, "You..know that we need to tell him right? About us?"

Again, he nodded. "I know. The last thing I want to do is keep something like this from him. However," he spoke very pointedly now, "we need some time to ourselves first. I won't have us fumbling around in front of him when we do decide to tell him just because we jumped into this too early. I'm sure he won't appreciate knowing how hard your moans make me, or how much you like the kitchen wall."

Hermione's cheeks flared red at that but she refused to comment on the last line. "I agree. We need to get to know each other."

Sirius seemed to think about it for a whole, before speaking. "So what do you say we go on a date, hm?"

Hermione slowly nodded her head, thinking of all the wonderful possibilities such a thing could entail.

Sirius clapped his hands together in apparent joy. "Good, now that's settled. Tomorrow at noon? I know just the place we could go to."

Hermione smiled, "I'll be ready and waiting."

Sirius quickly saluted her before pressing a quick kiss to her cheek away and walking away.

Hermione yawned lightly before resting her head back on the couch to catch some sleep herself as well.

The next day, Hermione was up bright and early. She had a feeling the day would be amazing. She took a quick shower and stood in front of her closet wrapped in a fluffy purple towel.

Her head was cocked to the left as she looked at her options for the day. Sirius had only told her to dress comfortably, nothing more. Comfortable could mean anything from shorts to pants to skirts and dresses, so she wasn't particularly sure about what to wear.

After a few minutes of deliberating, she chose to don the light yellow sundress. It was pinched at the waist, accentuating her figure and had an off the shoulder design, coming down to mid thigh. Paired with brown sandals, it looked gorgeous.

She spent some more time on her hair to get the strands to fall in messy waves instead of curls. When she was done, she stepped back to take a final look at herself in the mirror and smiled.

She wasn't what one would call a traditional beauty, and she loved it. Her hair, which was usually a wild mess tumbling down her shoulders, came down to just above her elbows in sleek waves today. The shade of her dress perfectly complimented her naturally tan body, and if she had to admit, her legs looked killer in the outfit. Her makeup wasn't too overdone, some red lipstick, a light dusting of blush and winged liner and she was done.

She smiled again, pleased at the result and walked out the kitchen where Sirius was waiting for her. When her eyes fell upon him, she bit her lip at the sexy picture he formed.

He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest. This had the wonderful effect of showing his rippling muscles off. He wore a black silk shirt, with the first two buttons unbuttoned to show off the eye catching tattoos underneath. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his wrists were covered in colorful bands. She smiled fondly at that. They were gifts from the kids at Harry's School and he never took them off if he could help it.

Trailing her eyes further down, his legs were covered in an extremely form fitting pair of khaki pants and she was sure if he turned around, his ass would look very pleasing in them.

Finally, her eyes landed in his smirking face. His hair was wonderfully tousled, giving him the just-after-sex effect she loved so much.

She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You look very handsome, Mr. Sirius Black."

His hands came up to rest just above her ass, on her lower back and she could feel the warmth radiating from his palms. "And you, Ms. Hermione, look utterly ravishing. Somehow, I don't feel like going out at all today."

Instead of answering, Hermione leaned forward to kiss him. Her lips slanted over his as they fought for dominance in the middle of her kitchen. His palms tightened to grab her waist, bunching her dress up slightly. As always, her fingers found their way to his hair. She moaned as his tongue expertly massaged hers, knowing just the points that drove her crazy.

They kept the kiss in control, no groping and most certainly no undressing. Reluctantly, they parted, their breathing heavy and their faces flushed.

Suddenly, a thought struck Hermione. "You know, Siri, we need to be at the school today and tomorrow to cover for Harry. Tomorrow we can manage, what about today though?"

Sirius took her hand as he led her to living room. "Oh, don't worry about that. I talked it over with Harry today. We have until 5, which is when Bree needs to leave. Until then, we can do whatever we want." He shot a wolfish grin her way, causing her to shake her head at him.

"Now, I know you hate portkeys, but we need to use one to get where we want to go," Sirius said apologetically. Hermione grimaced but nodded. Portkeys and her never had the best relationship to begin with. After the war, not being in control annoyed her and well, portkeys were the best way to make a person lose control.

She took a deep breath and took hold of the piece of rope Sirius had somehow conjured. As soon as she touched it, it flashed white and she felt the familiar tug behind her navel.

Just as her feet touched ground, she heard Sirius beside her, coughing. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths to get her stomach under control. When she opened then, she saw Sirius looking at her in concern.

"I'm fine, Siri," she chuckled.

"You sure?" he clarified, worried.

She merely nodded, her eyes already taking in their surroundings. It looked like a field of sorts, except there was nothing there. It was...barren.

"Um, Sirius. Where exactly are we?" she enquired after a moment of inspection.

A grin lit up his face at her words. "We, dear Mione, are at a super secret location. I had to pull some strings to get us entry in here."

Hermione gestured disbelievingly at the wide expanse of grass all around her. "Super secret location? Had to pull strings?"

Sirius held up his hands, "Okay, okay. I know what this looks like. Do you really think if it was a super secret location, it would be just out there for anyone to see? Because I don't think so."

Hermione shrugged as if to say 'I'm waiting.'

Sirius huffed at her, but raised his wand and muttered something that was too low for her to catch.

The air shimmered and a castle that wasn't there a moment ago appeared right in the middle of the barren land.

Her disbelieving brown eyes turned to Sirius, who had a triumphant smirk on his face.

"I-You. How?!"

"Oh, don't you worry your cute little head about that. Let's go in," he said, reaching forward to entwine his fingers with hers.

She was still in shock when they reached the towering entrance to the beautiful castle. From what she was able to see, it was in perfect condition. It had four towers surrounding it and even had a quidditch pitch somewhere beside the tower on the east. Sirius raised his arm to lift the heavy knocker on the side.

Hermione blinked as the door opened inward. She poked her head in and blinked again when she didn't see anyone there.

Hitching a thumb towards the entrance, she asked, "Um. There isn't anyone there. How did the open?"

"Mione, sweetheart, this is a magical castle. One that I rented out for our date. You don't need a butler to open the door for you," Sirius explained patiently He had already assumed that he would be in for a slew of questions that day and was completely prepared for it.

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed but she didn't say anything else as she entered the castle. Her eyes widened as she took in the interior. It was simply beautiful. There was no other word for it.

She took a step forward, her eyes roving over the portraits and sculptures covering the whole place. One glance upward showed that there was a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling that fit right in with the theme of opulence the room was projecting. The walls were covered in tapestries depicting centuries worth of history, from what she gathered. As she was admiring the place, something Sirius said entered her thoughts.

She turned to him, who was just standing back and watching her with a small smile on his face. "Did you say you rented this place?"

He nodded slowly. "Yes, I did. Seems worth it don't you think?"

Hermione started blinking in rapid succession at his nonchalant words. "Are you telling me you actually rented a centuries old castle- at least nine centuries old, if the tapestries are any indication- that looks like it would've been fit to house Godric Gryffindor himself just for our date?" Her voice rose a few octaves along with her disbelief.

Sirius rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I wanted us to have a great first date?" He framed it more like a question than anything else.

Hermione shook her head incredulously before stalking up to him and pressing a hard kiss to his lips.

"Thank you," she said when they broke apart, "it means a lot to me, that you went to such great lengths."

Sirius merely pecked her on the lips in answer, and took her hand to guide her towards the grand staircase.

"You know what this means, though, don't you?" Hermione asked suddenly.

Sirius cocked his head to the side in question.

Hermione smirked. "This means that I get to choose the next date. And I have a tough one to compete with."

Sirius let out a loud laugh at her competitive nature rearing its head and shook his head fondly. "You do whatever you wish to, sweetheart. You know I'll follow you to the ends of the earth."

After a very informative tour of the huge castle, which was wonderful if only because of the amount of fascinating history that was encompassed within it, Sirius led her out to the Quidditch Pitch.

"Ron and Harry would go crazy if they see this pitch, you know," Hermione noted. "It's much bigger than the one at Hogwarts, or the one they go to for their friendly matches."

"Eh. Wouldn't matter either way. You can't just rent this place for it's Quidditch Pitch you know, there are other places for that," Sirius replied. He conjured up a blanket to spread on the ground and then turned to Hermione.

"So. Fine dining or picnic?"

Hermione blinked once, twice. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Sirius sighed in fake exasperation, though his eyes were alight with humour. "I mean. Would you like to have fine dining or a picnic?"

Hermione's mouth opened as if she was about to say something but then it closed. And opened again and closed.

Sirius chuckled at her behaviour. "It's a simple question. What would you prefer?"

"Uh...fine..dining?" Hermione said, phrasing it more like a question.

"You don't seem very sure of that," Sirius noted.

She shook her head. "Oh no no, it's nothing like that. I'm just sort of confused why you sprang that on my suddenly. I-uh fine dining. Definitely." She nodded her head in a determined manner that made Sirius laugh before he took three pebbles and transformed into a table and two chairs.

"Alright, I get," he nodded before pulling out a chair for her. "My lady."

Hermione delicately sat down on the chair, waiting for him to sit as well. However, after seating her, he didn't immediately come 'round to the other side. Instead he brought out a tiny basket from his pocket and enlarged it.

"Here," he said, placing it in Hermione's pocket. "just hold onto it for a second will you?" With that he started rummaging around in another pocket.

One of Hermione's hands trailed around the basket to open the flap on the left side. Just as she was about to take a peek, something hard tapped her fingers.

"Ouch!" she yelped in surprise. Holding her hand close to her chest, she looked up to see Sirius holding a silver spoon in his hand and a very stern expression on his face.

"No touching, young lady," he chided. Hermione bit her lip as a completely different scene appeared in her head where she was being spanked for touching him for a decidedly more inappropriate reason. She quickly nodded her assent before her imagination got too carried away.

Sirius looked at her suspiciously before going back to his task of bringing out more utensils from his pockets and enlarging them. Hermione giggled at the scene, quieting when Sirius turned around to stick his tongue out at her.

A few minutes later, he was finished with his task. He took the basket from Hermione and opening the right flap, he brought out what she assumed was the first course.

"Confit salmon with orange and fennel salad," he announced in a pretentious manner before sitting down across from her.

Hermione looked at him in awe. "Did you make this? On your own?"

Sirius blushed slightly but nodded. "Well, we weren't doing a lot today, and I really wanted to make it special. So I thought why not?"

Hermione's heart melted at his words. If she had any doubts about dating Sirius, if that was the correct words for what they were doing, then all of them vanished in that second. No one had ever managed to make her feel so special with such few words.

Instead of replying, though, she took a mouthful of the salmon and an explosion of flavors took place as soon as it touched her tongue. Hermione moaned in pleasure at how the salmon seemed to melt on her mouth. She opened her eyes, which she hadn't realized were closed, to see Sirius looking at her with hooded eyes. Her cheeks warmed when she realized why he might have had such a reaction.

"Sirius. This was...amazing. I don't think I have the words to explain how delicious that was," she gushed, choosing to ignore the heat in his eyes. For now.

"If that's the reaction I'm going to be blessed with every time you eat something I cook, then I think I should be cooking for you more often," he teased.

Hermione blushed but chose to take another bite of the salmon instead of replying.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke again. "But, you don't really cook at home. I mean, I know you're a great baker since you always take over the baking from Harry but this, this is something new."

Sirius shrugged in response. "I don't know. I guess I never really volunteered to cook because Harry always does it. It's his thing you know? He finds it cathartic, I didn't want to intrude. Me on the other hand? I just like cooking. I used to be the designated cook back when me and Moony stayed together."

Hermione waited until she took another bite before speaking. "You and Remus stayed together? I didn't know that."

Sirius laughed. "Oh sweetheart, the things Harry and you don't know about us could fill books. Over 5 years we've been living together and we still haven't gone through half the stories I could tell you about our shenanigans.

But yes. Moony and I rented an apartment after we left Hogwarts. Both of us needed someplace to stay and since Prongs and Lily got hitched almost as soon as they graduated, we stuck together."

Hermione frowned slightly. "What…what about Pettigrew?"

Sirius' grey eyes flared at the traitor's name. "He went to live his mother. She was supposedly very sick. In hindsight, that should've told us something." His hand clenched tightly over the fork he was holding.

Hermione placed her hand on his to calm him down. "I-I'm sorry I brought him up. I know how much it affects you and I still-" she broke off, hanging her head in shame.

Sirius immediately leaned forward and removed his hand from under hers to cut her cheek.

"Hey, hey, hey" he whispered gently. "It's not your fault alright? You can ask me anything you want and if I don't want to answer, then I'll tell you. You shouldn't have to feel guilty for asking question okay?" His grey eyes looked into her brown orbs with a sort of determination that she couldn't look away from and she slowly nodded.

His lips quirked up in a soft smile. "Now that that's done, we can get started on the main course!"

He opened the right flap again and carefully brought out another delicious looking plate and placed it in front of her.

"Lemon garlic chicken on a bed of grilled asparagus," he announced in that faux pompous way again, making her giggle.

She licked her lips as she looked down at the incredibly tempting plate in front of her.

She looked up through her lashes at Sirius. He seemed to know what she was thinking at once.

"Alright, alright. No conversation until this people is over. Dig in!" He started laughing when she took him quite literally and dug in.

They ate the main course in silence, partly because of the food and partly because of the fact that they felt just as comfortable around each other without talking as they did when they had a conversation.

When their plates were as clean as could be, Sirius Vanished them and got up for dessert. Hermione tried to curb her impatience but she wasn't sure it was a completely successful attempt. After the previous courses, she was looking forward to what this dessert could bring her and since she had always been fond of dessert, from when she was a little kid only allowed to eat in on a very limited basis, she was excited to what Sirius would bring out.

However, instead of two plates, he brought out one single black with a silver cloche on it. She leaned forward eagerly when he placed it right in the center of the table.

"I thought we could...share dessert," Sirius murmured. In some part of her mind, Hermione noted that his voice was suddenly huskier than it had been previously. She looked up to see that he was looking at her through hooded eyes and she gulped at his smouldering gaze. This time, she chose not to ignore the fire that was pooling in her belly.

Maintaining the eye contact, she lifted the cloche and that was when she got a look at the dessert it contained underneath.

Dark chocolate mousse.

That was looking sinfully enticing. Sort of like Sirius, if she was being honest.

She took a spoonful of the rich mousse and lifted it up to Sirius' lips. He opened his mouth and licked the spoon clean, his tongue darting out inconspicuously. Hermione bit her lip at the movement, releasing it a few moments later when Sirius raised his spoon to her mouth. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as the mousse literally melted on her tongue.

"Okay, screw this," she heard Sirius growling before the table quite literally vanished in front of her eyes.

"Bu-but the mousse," she stuttered, pouting slightly at the fact that she wouldn't be able to eat any more of the delicious dessert.

"It'll still be there when we're done, don't worry."

"Done with that?"

Her question, however, was left unanswered as Sirius moved forward so quickly she didn't even see him move and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her flush against him. One wave of his wand and their chairs vanished as well, and the only thing that remained of their previous setup was the blanket on the floor.

The reason why he left the blanket untouched became clear a minute later when he gently lowered the two of them down so that she was laying on her back and he was hovering over her.

"Stop me if it goes too fast?" Sirius whispered, his grey eyes taking in her face. Hermione could only give a short, jerky nod as she felt his fingers trailing down her waist, over the exposed skin on her thighs. Those fingers slowly slipped under her dress and started massaging her thigh.

Hermione, eager for more, rose slightly to press her lips against Sirius'. She moaned when she tasted the dark chocolate that she had fed him mere minutes ago. She eagerly opened her mouth when his tongue ran over her bottom lip. Her hands, meanwhile were quickly unbuttoning his silk shirt, deftly slipping the shirt off his shoulders when she undid the last button. Their lips broke off as Hermione nudged Sirius to flip them over.

The next second, she was on top of him and he was laying on his back. His fingers went back to massaging her thighs, this time higher than before, and she crawled downward to place open mouthed kisses all the way from his sternum to his chest. She licked and kissed her way through the numerous scars that adorned his body, battle scars, until she reached her destination. One puckered nipple. She slowly licked a lazy circle around it once, twice, thrice, before completely engulfing it in her mouth. She heard Sirius take a shuddered breath and his hand on her thigh tightened momentarily.

Hermione smiled slightly at his reaction and continued sucking on his nipple, while her other hand twisted and pulled at the other. Suddenly, she felt fingers moving in a place that was most definitely not her thigh, and let out a sigh when she felt them encircling her core.

"You're so wet, Mione," Sirius groaned from above her. Hermione smiled indulgently before releasing his nipple with a wet pop and moving over to the other one, restarting the process all over again.

He circled his fingers along the length of her trimmed lace thong, bought specifically for the occasion. He repeated the action a few more times before slowly pulling the material down her thighs with the help of his other hand. Hermione took in a sharp breath as she felt the cool breeze hitting her down there. She involuntarily stiffened a moment later when the full impact of what they were doing hit her.

Sirius immediately stopped his action and looked at her with concern. When he saw the conflicted emotions running through her eyes, he sighed and immediately pulled her up so that she was face to face with him and not beneath him.

"We're not doing if it makes you uncomfortable, love."

"It's not that I'm uncomfortable, Siri. I-just, I've never done this before and actually liked it. Or, scratch that, I've never had this done to me and liked it," she whispered, turning her face away from his in shame.

Sirius placed two fingers under her chin and turned her face so that she was looking into his eyes. "If that's the problem, then let me correct that, sweetheart. This should not be uncomfortable for anyone."

When Hermione still looked a little unsure, he leaned up to place a tiny kiss on her lips.

"You trust me?"

He couldn't quite stop the smile that blossomed on his lips when she nodded determinedly, all traces of insecurity vanishing from her face at his question.

He bit his lip and leaned forward to kiss her again, gently and softly. His fingers trailed over her thighs, making her shiver, until they found what they were looking for.

She was dripping wet and ready. All for him. He slowly circled his fingers around her clit, making her squeeze her eyes tightly and press against his fingers, arching for more.

"Sirius!" she gasped loudly.

Sirius smiled at her reaction and flicked his finger over her bud a few times, relishing in the mewls his actions incited from her. After a few moments, he inserted his index finger, slowly so that she could get used to it. When it was in up to his knuckles, he gently pulled back and pushed it back in, harder this time.

Hermione arched her back as the sensations hit her all at once. She truly did not know just how pleasurable something as intrusive as this could be. She was beginning to think that this was going to set the tone for their relationship. Him breaking her out of her misconceptions and-

"Oh, oh, oh!" her thoughts cut off abruptly when she felt him inserting a second finger, which felt much, much more intense than before.

She bit her lip to contain her moans, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head as he hooked his fingers just so in a 'come hither' position that brought forth sensations in places she didn't even know she had.

Suddenly, her breathing hitched and her eyes squeezed tight and Sirius' fingers moved faster, creating a delicious friction and all of a sudden, an explosion of sensations took place throughout her body, the heat growing in her belly dissipating suddenly, spreading a wonderful, delicious warmth throughout her body, right from her toes to the tips of her ears.

She slowly opened her eyes, tongue darting out to lick her suddenly dry lips. She looked at Sirius, who had a proud glint in his eyes. In front of her disbelieving eyes, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and took them in in one quick move. He thoroughly cleaned his fingers off, winking at her in the process and making her face burn at seeing him do something so..so intimate. When he was satisfied, he summoned his wand from somewhere and then quickly Scourgified them, smiling widely at her.

Hermione, for her part, could only gape at him.

"I hope you enjoyed that, Mione," he whispered, his voice still husky.

"I-I-" Instead of answering him verbally, Hermione just stuck to kissing him deeply, uncaring of the fact that the slightly tangy taste on his tongue that had never been there before was almost definitely her own essence.

When they pulled apart, Sirius eyes twinkled as he spoke again.

"Now, how about that chocolate mousse?"

I'll be going out of town tomorrow for around 15 days, so I'm not sure how much I'll be writing then since I'll be around a lot of family, but I'll try my best to get atleast a couple chapters up during that time. Consider this one an early present of sorts ahaha