Woah what is this, an actual update? No way!

Heh, sorry for the eons late update but exams are... :)))) I finished this like 2 minutes ago, at 1:30 am, when I haev an exam in oh, around 7 hours but I'm really not sorry about that. Lmao, I need to sort my priorities out.

But yeah, this chapter went a little off track, especially the beginning but the promised smut is in this so yay for that! I kind of have the next chapter thought out but let's see where that goes :3

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Word Count: 3005

(15/9/17)

"Oh no no, you don't think we're done that easily, do you?" Sirius asked her in that husky tone.

Hermione turned to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean, my love," he continued. "Is that you need to be tended to as well."

Hermione blushed lightly when realization hit her but who was she to pass up an opportunity like this? Sirius, upon seeing her agreement, merely grinned and pulled her closer. Their lips had just met in a kiss when the door burst open, causing Hermione to shriek and pull the comforter up to her neck in an effort to hide her state of undress.

"Holy Merlin, you guys," A disgusted looking Harry glared at them. "You really couldn't find any other bed in this huge house? Really?"

Sirius, rarely ashamed of anything, merely grinned. "What can I say, dear godson of mine? Your bed is just oh so comfortable!"

Harry's mouth dropped open at his blatant admission that they had indeed engaged in certain activities on his bed. Hermione, for her part, kept her blush to a minimum and quickly grabbed her wand to conjure up some clothes for herself, feeling much more comfortable and in control when she was appropriately dressed.

She stepped out of Sirius' arms and after a moment of awkwardly looking around, turned to Harry. "I'm really sorry, I'll make it up to you?"

Harry's glare lessened in intensity at her words. "Oh? And how are you going to do that?"

Hermione floundered for an answer but her eyes lit up as an idea came to her. "I'll take over the School for a week! You can go to Jordan like you've been wanting to."

The raven haired man slowly nodded as the merits of her idea became apparent. He had been wanting to go to Jordan for about six months now but he couldn't very well have taken such a long time off the School, left everything to Bree, and gone frolicking off into the sunset.

If Mione offered to take care of the school, which would undoubtedly mean Sirius would as well, then there wouldn't be an issue of Bree having to shoulder everything. It was the perfect idea!

"Ah Mione," beamed Harry, reaching forward to take the fiercely blushing, half naked brunette in his arms, "I knew there was a reason I loved you. You're the best!"

"Harry," Sirius began, "Hermione's kind of, not dressed right now?" He looked pointedly at his godson who backed away sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"I know, I know, but it really doesn't bother her, or me. I mean, we spent over a year on the run, there's actually nothing I haven't seen. She's just more embarrassed I walked in on you guys," he explained nonchalantly.

Sirius turned to Hermione with a raised eyebrow, silently asking if Harry was right. She just shrugged meekly. "I mean, it IS true. You don't have really have the luxury of privacy in a tent, however magical it might be. And after a while, we just gave up on modesty and feeling embarrassed around each other because to be quite crude, we didn't have the time to worry about things like that."

"It's not like we would walk around naked on purpose," Harry continued in that same nonchalant tone, "but we stopped caring if someone walked in on us changing or taking a shower because things like nudity and shame seemed really, really inconsequential when you were worried about when you'd die, either due to the bad guys, starvation, frostbite or just pure irritation at the other."

"And also," Hermione broke in, not noticing Sirius' rapidly twitching brow, "there were a couple times when we were in the middle of showering or something and another barged in because we had been compromised, or were close to being compromised, and had to leave."

"Jerking off was hard work too," Harry laughed. "We were stressed enough already without adding sexual frustration on top of it. It's a wonder there were no explosive threesomes in that tent." Hermione snorted at that, actually marveling at their restraint now that they were no longer in such a war-ridden atmosphere.

"It was really that bad for you guys?" Sirius asked through gritted teeth, his fists clenching and unclenching at the thought of three barely seventeen-year-olds having to worry about things like starving to death or being killed anytime.

Harry and Hermione, who were too busy reminiscing till now, able to find the not as bad parts about the War now that a long enough time had passed to soothe their wounds, only just noticed how tightly wound Sirius was. They looked at each other with identical 'oh shit' expressions, knowing that they had taken it too far without understanding their audience again. They were able to talk about the War without having panic attacks or flashbacks or PTSD triggers now, and could even talk about some things lightly, but the two of them sometimes failed to realize not everyone could.

"Uh-" Harry started, his mouth opening and closing, but no words escaping. He turned to Hermione with a pleading expression, silently begging her to step in and relieve him.

Hermione took a deep breath, wondering how they went from talking about Sirius' and her sexual activities, to bribing Harry to this.

"Uh, see, Siri, it's-," she stuttered out, trying to figure out what she could say to make this situation better.

"Just tell me one thing. Was it really that bad for you three?" Sirius grit out.

Hermione sighed, knowing they couldn't do anything but answer him straight up.

"Yes. Yes, it was." Immediately, his grey eyes flared with unrestrained anger and a growl left his mouth. Hermione immediately turned to him and held his face between her fingers. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time she had had to calm him down after Harry, Ron or she had accidentally slipped up and spoken about their time on the run. It always brought forth this reaction from him. Even though it had been over 5 years since the war had ended, Sirius still didn't know all the details of what the three of them had endured in that one year on the run, and they wanted to keep it that way. They didn't want to cause him any more pain than he had already suffered, but sometimes, like times like this, they slipped up.

"You know there was nothing we could've done. There was nothing you could've done," Hermione stressed, knowing where the issue lay. Sirius had felt incredibly guilty when he found out the three of them had left. They, knowing what his reaction would have been, had wisely decided not to tell him of their plan and had just quietly done their packing and left. He was furious, at first. But over time, the anger melted away into guilt, and fear, and anxiety. Not being able to communicate with them at all, and not knowing how they were or what condition they were in had almost driven in insane, especially since his 12-year stint in Azkaban had left him more emotionally vulnerable than most.

During the Final Battle, he had almost crushed them to death with the desperate hug he had pulled the three of them in as soon as he saw them. It was an incredibly emotionally devastating period for all of them, and took a long time to get past.

But due to Sirius' past, Azkaban, and losses in life, he wasn't able to get past the War in the way the trio had. He couldn't even talk about it, and humor as a way of coping was nowhere near what he could bear at this point. That was why they tried their best to not mention anything War related around him.

"I-I know, but it was, it's still, you guys went through-I just," he stumbled over his words, not quite able to put his incoherent thoughts into words.

Harry put his hand on his godfather's shoulder, stopping him from saying anything else. "Sirius. Listen. It was bad, I won't lie, and we can't even say if it was necessary, but it is over and that is the most important thing right now. It's over, we're here and we're okay. We might be a little broken, a little scratched up, but we're here. And I need you to remember that, okay?" His words were firm, but gentle. Stern, but soothing.

The haze cleared from Sirius' eyes, his shoulders slumped and he nodded tightly. "I-ah, yes. You-You're right and I-I'm sorry, Harry, but I just worry, you know I can't help it." He stared at Harry with a pleading look in his grey eyes that broke Hermione's heart, but Harry stayed strong. He nodded at Sirius understandingly.

"I know, Sirius, I get it," he then got a mischievous look in his eyes, a stark contrast from his previous expression of worry and anxiety. "Now, there's a naked woman with you in the bed, why don't you tend to her, eh?"

"Harry!" Hermione snapped in exasperation, "Really?"

Harry grinned at her, hands raised in a gesture of innocence, "What? I'm just saying."

Sirius shook his head in fondness, recognizing what Harry was trying to do. "I'm sure you'd appreciate it if we get out of your bed, though, huh?"

Harry scowled at that, albeit playfully, "Yes, please. I would need to throw these sheets away now, and they were one of my favorites too!"

Hermione just waved her hand at him, "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Harry. It doesn't suit you."

The saviour of the Wizarding World just stuck her tongue out at her, arms crossed and foot tapping on the hardwood floor. "I'm waiting, you guys."

Sirius sighed, a heavy put upon exaggerated sound that made Harry snort and Hermione giggle before he got off the bed, quickly waving his wand to clothe his lower body before his godson saw something he wouldn't appreciate. He then turned to Hermione, offering her a hand to help her climb out of the bed.

"I'll see you around," Hermione told him as he placed a kiss on Harry's cheek. He smiled at her and nodded in Sirius' direction.

When they reached Sirius' room, he turned to Hermione with an apologetic look on his face.

"I am so, so sorry for that, Hermione, I ju-" he was cut off when Hermione placed her palm over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

"Sirius, I get it. Really. It's not your fault, if anyone's, it Harry's and my fault for talking about with in such a blase attitude. There's no shame in still being affected by the War, especially after everything that's happened to you, and I wouldn't let you drown yourself in pity because you couldn't handle certain things. Lord knows there are times when Ron, or Harry, or I fall apart because of a mere word, or visual. This is no different. Harry and I just have to be more careful from now on," she countered fiercely, knowing that Sirius needed reassurance.

Sirius opened his mouth to say something but almost immediately closed it shut with a defeated look on his face, his shoulders slumping. Hermione looked at him with her head tilted to one side, before an idea hit her and taking Harry's lead, she said innocently.

"Now, didn't you say something about me being tended as well? Because I quite distinctly recall something like that happening," one finger was on her chin and her face was in look of deep concentration, eyes slightly narrowed. Sirius looked at her with slight disbelief before releasing a bark of laughter.

He bent down to pick her up bridal style, kissing her on the cheek. "Oh sweetheart, how I adore you so," he placed her very gently on the bed. "Tend to you, I will. You just lay back and enjoy."

Hermione smiled indulgently, glad her plan was working out so well. She got Sirius to put his demons behind him, at least for now, AND she got something out of it as well. She put her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, waiting eagerly.

Sirius, meanwhile, was slowly, carefully dragging her pyjama bottoms down her legs, revealing an expanse of creamy skin that he was just itching to lick and kiss all over. As he reached her foot, he lifted her knees slightly to get her out of the offending garments and looked her over appreciatively. She was spread on his bed, hair splayed out around her, face wonderfully flushed and on display. All for him. Sometimes he wondered how he got so lucky as to be able to be here, in this position, but at this time he didn't have for any of that because he had a gorgeous woman under him waiting for him.

He pushed her top up and started kissing the skin just under her bust, leaving a trail of kisses downward until he reached her navel, tracing his tongue around it. He quickly moved downward, eager to get to the part he was most excited about. He reached a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, which somehow got him as excited as a twelve-year-old who was actually noticing a pair of boobs for the first time which was...disconcerting because no one had ever managed to elicit such a reaction from him. But this was Hermione, and no one ever said she was just 'anyone'.

As he reached her slit, which looked just as small and petite as the rest of her, he brought two fingers to separate the outer lips, revealing a gorgeous sight beneath. He sighed in pleasure as the scent of her arousal hit him full force. As he parted her fold with his fingers, he bent and licked a straight line from the bottom right up to her clit, moaning as he did. The vibration that this action produced caused Hermione to gasp from above him. He then gave up on his slow speed and quite literally went in. His tongue was swirling around her clit, as his fingers pumped in and out at an alarming rate. He didn't want to take this slow and tender, that could be reserved for their first time, or maybe even after that. He wanted her to experience pleasure in all forms and this was how he was going to start. He wanted to give her a taste of what being with him would be like; hard, fast and rough.

Judging by the moans coming from above him, and the writhing of Hermione's body, she quite liked what he was doing. He smirked slightly and focused on his task.

Hermione was in heaven. She knew it would be good, (hell, looking at the man who would think otherwise?) but she never anticipated it could be this delightful. She could feel the fire running through her veins, delicious but leaving a slight burn. There was a tightly coiled….something in her belly that she was aching to release, and yet she didn't want it to go away. It was doing wonders to her body and she wanted it to end, and stay that way at the same time. Her thoughts had ceased to make sense with that first feel of Sirius' lick at her center. She gripped her fingers tightly in his raven hair and pressed his face closer to her, wanting more, the sight of his head between her thighs doing sinful things to her.

Suddenly, all sensations stopped and with a low growl, she was just about to get up when something touched her clit again, filling her with a feeling much more potent than before. Sirius was sucking on her clit, not very lightly either, and it was doing wondrous things that she didn't even know her body was capable of. None of the few men before Sirius had ever managed to make her feel remotely like this and just that thought alone made her very glad she had decided to approach him with this proposition for it had turned out much better than she had initially thought.

Hermione cried out as a sudden explosion of shockwaves took place across her entire body. It felt like all her nerves senses were heightened with extreme pleasure and she could feel stars burning on her eyelids. Throughout all this, she could still feel Sirius' mouth on her core, lapping and sucking with enthusiasm which was hotter than she thought.

As she slowly came down from her high, she looked down at Sirius with a slack jaw.

"Tha-that was the hardest I've ever come," she stuttered out, still in shock.

Sirius grinned, eyes lighting up with pride at her words. He hoisted himself up, laid down beside her and using a quick cleaning charm on his mouth, bent down to kiss her slowly. It was a feather light kiss, a mere touch but it was enough.

"Now is when you decide to go slow, huh?" Hermione commented when they pulled apart with his forehead resting lightly on hers, making him laugh and pull her closer to him.

"That was wonderful, thank you," she said after a few seconds, snuggling into his chest while curled up in a fetal position. His arm was wrapped around her, and hers was around his waist and it was warm, comfortable and the perfect position for her to enjoy her post-almost coital bliss.

Sirius placed a gentle kiss on the crown of her head, and she could feel the smile in his voice as he said, "Nothing for you to thank, Mione. This was wonderful for me too."

Hermione, spent from all the happenings of the day, from worrying about Harry's reaction to everything that happened after that and this, just smiled sleepily and with her head resting against his collarbone, dozed off, her thoughts full of wonderful images of a tattooed, raven haired man and his magical fingers.