Disclaimer : I do not any rights of Harry Potter !
Thanks to Ferretina, my Beta !
Chapter 5: A pardon granted
Months passed but the return came too quickly to the taste of Hermione who had spent her time preparing her classes to the dismay of Sirius who had hardly been able to take advantage of her. A few moments stolen here and there, a few kisses exchanged like an old couple except one evening when Hermione waited in their room with candles hanging here and there and ice-cream for two. He looked at her with a big smile, wondering how she could have guessed his tastes, but he would ask her for another moment, there he could only enjoy the young woman, her eyes possessing a power of seduction that she even ignored.
If he was not well brought up he would have jumped on it without even taking the time to eat this ice-cream. He then kissed her and settled in front of her, dreaming to be in the place of that ice that covered the lips of the witch. She stood up and with a little wand she shifted the table before sitting astride Sirius who was surprised: the woman he had in front of him was the one he had seen studying these days?
"I'm sorry Sirius, I'm not used to being with someone, and I only had one person in my life and hardly a few hours ..."
"Hey Mione stop tormenting yourself, I know that you come from a difficult time and then if I wanted a normal life with someone normal I would not have yielded to what I feel for a superb witch! By the way you are beautiful."
She smiled on hearing these last words, it is true that apart from her fourth year at the ball for the fire, she had never really taken the time to be beautiful for a particular person. But tonight she wanted to make an effort, for him, she wore a beautiful black dress arriving a little above her knees perfectly highlight her forms of young woman. Taking time to tie her hair down she had refused to put on makeup, it had always been Ginny who had helped her.
He had slightly let her look at the young woman's cleavage in view of their current position, it was by lowering his hands a little that he noticed that being seated thus, Hermione's dress had same rise. He took advantage of it to pass the tip of his fingers on her legs as he gently climbed up what had the gift of making the young woman shudder. He pressed his face into her neck and pulled Hermione's hair apart, then he let his mouth wander, reaching to the lips of the witch, which he devoured with envy.
"You know Sirius, with all next days, I'm going to be very busy, especially with you going on mission soon. So I admit there is one thing I would like to be sure."
"What is it my Gryffindor? You know you can ask me all!"
He had asked her this with a touch of anxiety and curiosity. She approached him gently in his ear to reply:
"I would like to know whether you are as gifted with your body as I have heard!"
He did not expect this sentence, at least not from her. He stared at her completely before noticing that she was biting her lip: a small mimic that he had noticed when she had something in mind. She kissed him again, letting their tongues mingle in a sensual and passionate dance, then running her fingers through her hair she felt Sirius's hands explore her back in a delicate and gentle way. He raised his hands to the straps of her dress, which he softly lowered to accentuate his kisses at the beginning of the young woman's breasts, she shuddered and let a little groan come out of her mouth in contact with Sirius's mouth on her skin.
He then placed his arms so that he could lift it up and pressed it against the wall intoxicated by the sensations the young woman awakened in him. She blushed, feeling flattered by Sirius' desires for her materializing with a bump in the wizard's pants she already felt. He then put her back on the ground, always blocking her against the wall and removed her dress, leaving the witch in her underwear. She opened one of the buttons of the latter's shirt and pulled her away in a passionate kiss, gently undoing the belt loop of Sirius, stopped her, wanted to take his time, she deserved it.
He travelled her body with his expert hand while nibbling her neck. Feeling Hermione arched he allowed himself to a few more intimate explorations by lowering his hand more and more letting it wander on the panties of his companion that already felt excited. He then passed his hand over the already wet skin of Hermione's leg and stifled a groaning groan he made while stroking her clit. With his other hand he removed her bra and let her tongue guide him to the round and generous breasts of Gryffindor, wandering his tongue around the sensitive point he felt their breaths intensify and took advantage to nibble the tip already visible from her left breast.
She could not bear it anymore, this type of torture was so horrible and so pleasant at the same time that she no longer held back her groans. He slipped a finger then two in her privacy before beginning a few movements, still stroking her clitoris with his thumb. Totally possessing the lips of his companion he also had difficulty to contain himself, his erection was now painful to him like a teenager whose hormones would revolt.
"Sirius ... I'll ... I ..."
He felt the body of his companion cambering, contracting, he knew that he had just enjoyed it and was proud of it. She had confessed to him, with red cheeks, that she had never done anything with a man. He would then be the first to make her acquainted with the pleasures of lust; he had a particular interest in the fact that she took pleasure in giving him pleasure. He then let her recover from her orgasm and placed her on the bed, then removed the rest of her clothes. As he approached her, he placed his face on the same level as her, and then resumed her lips, which did not seem to want to stop this moment.
Standing on her, he softly caressed her intimacy with his sex to lubricate and stir up the desire of the young woman. Pulling her legs apart, he slowly penetrated her and stopped a cry of Hermione with a wild kiss. Once she had totally interfered with her, he stopped to judge her reaction, he did not want to scare her or hurt her but the red cheeks that she sported and the kiss she stole told him the opposite.
He began to move back and forth, which intensified as Hermione passed her legs around Sirius. They both felt that they were losing their feet with the mixture of sensations their two interlocking bodies produced. Hermione turned her head back, groaning under her lover's kicks, contracting so that Sirius would not hold her long any longer. She pronounced his name over and over again in a sensual and intoxicating music, he kissed her when he felt that she contracted a last time and could not refrain from enjoying, and this ultimate goes and took a last orgasm from the sorceress. Sirius then collapsed beside his lover's body and ran his hand through her hair, she placed her head on Sirius' chest and both fell asleep almost immediately.
It was that night that Hermione and Sirius had the best memory, one night when he had become one and announced new ones where the young woman could dare more and more to let go presence of his lover and where she could take advantage of the witch to which he held more everything. A night that brought many more during the months leading up to Hogwarts.
