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AN2: WARNING! Smut

Can You Take the Jump?

Chapter 34

Sirius watched Hermione's blank face looking out the window. It'd been over three weeks since Alphard's death and since Hermione came back from St Mungo's. She looked ashen, like a dead body, posed to look alive. She no longer attended classes or was seen in the Great Hall with her sister. She barely ate, barely spoke, and barely slept.

She never sought out any company, so he, Lily, and her house-elf, Pinky, have been continuously checking in on her every spare minute they got. Not that it made a huge difference because she remained by the window exactly where she'd been before, staring at nothing.

He was losing her.

Sirius dropped his bag onto the floor and glanced at the table where she usually had her meals. The breakfast and lunch that Pinky left behind remained untouched and cold. Beside her meals were several unopened letters from Professor Slughorn, her Head of House, Professor McGonagall as the Deputy Headmistress, and finally from Dumbledore himself.

Sirius sighed, knowing what those letters contained.

All that interest Hermione seemed to have in school at the beginning of the school year vanished into thin air. Sirius went as far as handing in his essays with her name on them so she wouldn't fail, but his efforts weren't fruitful since Hermione was on academic probation. She had to attend school by Monday if she didn't wish to repeat her 5th year. The only reason she'd been given this much leniency was that she had been the first muggleborn Champion of the Dueling Championship in a century. It would look bad on the school's reputation if the same girl got expelled 2 months after the Daily Prophet made a whole front-page headliner about her.

He had one weekend to pull Hermione together enough to prevent her from failing their 5th year.

Sirius grazed his finger ever so softly on her arm, gently pulling her out of her mind.

"Hi," He smiled at her, trying to leave the pity out of his expression and tone.

"Hi." She gave him a small smile. It was genuine enough, though it didn't reach her eyes, nor soften her face.

"It's Valentine's Day today, did you know?" He conjured a large pink bouquet of English Roses.

"Is it?" She whispered, her voice barely reaching above a certain volume due to unuse. "Thank you, it's beautiful." She took the bouquet and smelled it. Fragrant and sweet, Hermione's thin fingers brushed the soft petals.

"Do you know that another name for the English Rose is Gentle Hermione?" Her eyes peeked through her lashes as she looked up at him.

He nodded.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get you anything."

Sirius smiled at her thoughtfulness. Even in her state, she worried about him. He pulled her into a back hug, encouraging her to lean into him. He watched her admire his hands and his warmth while he noticed her concerningly boney frame. "I know what I want for a gift, a date. Come to Hogsmeade with me."

"No." She immediately rejected, "No Hogsmeade."

Sirius pushed down the frustration building in his chest about her ridiculous 'no Hogsmeade rule'. However, Hermione was quick to pick up on his stiffer body and the slight hitch in his breathing.

"You're mad. You think I'm ruining my future and wasting away." She analyzed.

Apparently, her mind was still as sharp as a tack. It was scary how accurate she was.

His lips pulled into a thin line. He took a few seconds to think, then shook his head. "No, that's extreme and irrational." He told her, and himself. "I do, however, think you're being too reckless." He sighed. He kissed her forehead and wrapped her up in his arms. "I thought I was supposed to be the reckless one, love. Fuck school. Fuck the academic probation. I'm just worried about you. If Hogsmeade is too much, let's go to the library, go to kitchens. Spend Valentine's Day with me outside of this room, please?" Sirius whispered.

He could see her hesitate like she was trying to figure out a way to let him down easily.

"Please?" He begged in her ear. "I want to spend the day with my girlfriend."

Hermione, who'd been writing ancient runes onto his forearms with her finger paused at the word. They'd never actually defined their relationship, but she was pretty sure it was the first time he'd called her his girlfriend.

"Am I?"

"Are you what?"

"Your girlfriend."

Sirius gave her a playful smile, "Well you could be the boyfriend if you want. We both know I'm pretty enough to be the girlfriend."

Hermione let out a small laugh, something she hadn't done in a while. It felt awkward on her face.

She twisted around his embrace and cupped his cheek. She gave him a small kiss on his nose, then his lips. "I…I can't. I'm not ready to spend hours outside. I know that rumours are going around. Dumbledore must've worked some magic with the rest of the school because no one's knocking at my door, but…I'm so tired of being the talk of everyone in school." Hermione sighed. "I used to be so much better at this. I used to be so much more resilient than this."

"You don't have to do it alone. I'll be there. Your sister will be there. James will be there. You've got the most popular and good-looking students on your side. You're going to be okay. We will protect you."

She smiled at his sweet words. She may have lost Alphard, but she still had this. She kissed him as sweet as the words he spoke. It was the only action these days that seemed to touch her heart in any way.

"You're right. I do have you and everyone else." Hermione rested her forehead on his chest, listening to his heart. It thrummed beneath her, quick, but steady. She inhaled deeply, he smelled like leather and cinnamon snaps which she loved, but there was a hint of spicy warmth that reminded her of Alphard. She didn't know if it was their expensive clothes that all smelled the same or if it was because they were Blacks, but Sirius smelled like him. At least a little. The familiarity gave her strength.

"If today's Valentine's Day, then this weekend must be the Hogsmeade trip. Everyone will be down in the village…I'm willing to go to the library."

Sirius's smile made Hermione guilty. He was so happy despite how little she was compromising. It wasn't fair for him, she knew he was still grieving for Alphard too, but Hermione simply couldn't function with large groups yet.

"And then, I'll make you a special Valentine's Day dinner here."

"Dinner?" He sounded intrigued. "You'll cook?"

"Everything from scratch." She nodded.

Sirius looked into her endless eyes. The blank dead look was gone. There wasn't a flicker of the fire that had been there before, but at least the dead look was gone.

"Okay, let's do it."

…

She weaved through the stack of books in the library, carefully avoiding anyone that was too young to go down to the village or didn't wish to be surrounded by couples at every corner.

Despite it becoming her haven, it felt good to step out of the Room of Requirement, breathing in the smell of old parchment bound in leather. Sirius followed behind her, absentmindedly looking at the titles along the spine of the books when she spotted a sandy-haired blond in the aisle in front of her.

"Back from the village already, Moony?"

The tall Gryffindor turned to the sound of Sirius's voice but dropped his books when he saw Hermione.

"Merlin's balls!" He gripped his chest. His eyes flickered towards Sirius and back to her. "H-Hermione! You're back. Are you alright? Sirius and Lily have said that you're sick."

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you."

"Uh," He fidgeted. He took a deep breath in to calm himself but caught her scent. She smelled sickly. Hermione was usually impeccably dressed, her uniform fitting her like she was born to wear it, but it hung off her loosely.

"Here mate," Sirius picked up Remus's books off the floor and placed them back in his arms.

"How about we sit first." Hermione guided them to an unused table in the back and sat down next to each other. Remus looked pale and nervous as he couldn't stop fidgeting and looking around them, as if they were about to be attacked.

Hermione and Sirius exchanged concerned looks.

"Rem—"

"I'm sorry." He blurted. They hadn't seen each other since the full moon when he nearly bit her, or worse, nearly killed her.

"I understand you're scared. I know. I know I'm a monster."

Sirius jerked and opened his mouth to protest, but Hermione placed a hand on Sirius's knee. He looked at his girlfriend and was shocked to see the fire in her eyes as Remus continued to ramble on.

"I will talk to Dumbledore about school. M-m-maybe I can just study at home and take the OWLS separately, but you don't have to worry about me anymore."

Hermione raised her brow at his word choice. She waited patiently as Remus continued about how horrible he was and how scared she should be of him.

"Are you done?" She asked when he finally quieted down. Remus slowly nodded. "Sirius, could you give Remus and me a few minutes alone?"

The two best friends questioned each other, but Sirius shrugged and silently got up from his seat and disappeared between the bookshelves.

"Remus, do you really think I haven't been coming to school because I'm scared of you?"

He opened his mouth, then closed it like a fish out of water, unsure of how to respond.

"I'm not scared of you." She told him with as much sincere reassurance as she could give. "I don't know if Sirius told you, but I was there when you were first brought into St. Mungo's after your attack."

"He briefly mentioned it, although he wasn't making much sense when he told me. He'd just heard of Professor Black's…"

"Right," Hermione looked down, suddenly unable to swallow the lump that formed in her throat. It was weird. Her emotions had become harder and harder to put aside these days. "It's a long and complicated story, maybe one day I'll tell you the whole thing." She smiled. "But when I met you again in the Hogwarts Express, I knew I had to help you, so I studied how to transform into an Animagus."

Remus blinked.

"If anything, I thought you were incredibly unlucky to have been handed the short end of the stick in life. But I've never once been afraid of you."

"How? I'm a monster."

"No, you're not. I've met monsters. Real ones. You're not a monster Remus. You have love in your heart, you have loyalty and kindness. That's not a monster."

"I don't have those things when I'm… it."

"Actually, about that," Hermione's eyes glimmered with excitement. Life shined through her eyes for the first time in the conversation. Her scent changed, and her posture and aura changed along with it. It was as if Remus was seeing her come alive. "I may have a solution."

"A solution?" Remus's brows raised as his heart started palpating in his chest.

"There's a new potion; Wolfsbane Potion. It hasn't been approved by the Ministry yet, but I know the person who developed it. It's not a cure, but you'll have your mind, your thoughts, and that good heart of yours during the full moon. You'll be in control."

He gasped.

Never in a million years did he think it was possible to endure a full moon with his consciousness intact. If what Hermione was saying was real, it would change everything. He reached out and gripped her hands.

"I don't know what to say. It must be in its clinical trial phase. There's no way that I'll be eligible—"

"I've already sent a letter to my contact at The Apothecary Academy in Germany, and they've replied with a confirmation." Hermione stopped him. "They're just waiting for me to reply to them that you're interested."

Remus let out a tiny laugh of disbelief. "Holy fuck."

"Is that a 'no'?" She pretended to be troubled. "It's going to be difficult on the Developing team at the Academy if you suddenly back out, you're a perfect candidate due to your age and your resilience during your transformations. Plus, your transformations have been recorded in great detail by Pomfrey for years. The consistency in your data makes you a prime recipient for the new potion."

"No!" Remus jumped from his seat. "I mean, yes! Yes. I would love, no, I need to be on this clinical trial, Hermione."

She smiled. "Good. I'll let them know you're interested. They'll contact you as soon as possible so that you can start the treatment as soon as this month."

Although Damocles Belby had no reason to refuse Remus as a clinical trial participant, he owed her for helping create the damn potion. If that snake decided to refuse, she would simply brew her own batch for Remus and no one would be the wiser.

There was a knock on a bookshelf near them. Sirius poked his head around the corner with curious eyes.

"I heard Remus shouting 'Yes', so I'm just dropping by to make sure that Hermione hasn't proposed to Moony yet. Since I've been meaning to do that."

Hermione smiled at the joke, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Sirius froze, his heart becoming overwhelmed with elation. How long has he been waiting for that look on her face?

"What's happened?" He asked at the change of their tone from when he left the conversation.

"She's got me a cure. A cure, Pads." Remus emphasized.

"I wouldn't say a cure, but a small solution."

It took Sirius a few seconds, but it clicked. He gasped so hard that he started choking on his own spit.

"I have so many questions." Remus was practically bouncing around. "What was the process of creating the potion? What are the ingredients? How do they work with each other? What are the side effects? How many people are part of the clinical trial?" He rattled off.

The three of them talked for a while. Remus seemed to have an endless parade of questions, most of which Hermione answered with as many details as possible without giving herself away.

"How did you get a girl like her?" Remus asked Sirius, incredulity clearly written across his face.

"Oi!"

"Hermione," Remus's eyes welled with grateful tears. "I don't know what to say. How can I ever thank you enough?"

"No need." She shook her head. "Just promise me something."

"Anything." He gushed. "Say it, and it's yours."

"Promise me you'll try to love yourself more. Stop pitying yourself. Stop restricting yourself because of your…what does Potter call it? Your furry little problem? Stop thinking you're not good enough because you're plenty good. Actually, I'd argue you're better than most."

Remus's heart thumped loudly in his chest as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. Not only her outer beauty, but her inner beauty was unparalleled. He couldn't imagine anyone going out of their way to help him like this. Sure, his friends were damn selfless and understanding, but she was a whole other league.

There was a twinge of jealousy at the fact that she was dating Sirius.

"If he ever hurts you, I'll kill him." He grumbled, only half-joking.

Her smile dropped, but within the second he blinked, she was smiling again, making Remus question whether he'd seen it correctly.

"I would never!" Sirius defended himself. "Tell him, Hermione!"

Hermione placed her hand on Sirius's and squeezed, despite knowing it was a joke, she wanted him to know that she knew he would never hurt her. However, to maintain the joke, she gave Remus an obvious wink.

They laughed.

She stood from her seat and hugged the boy. "This is going to be good, Remus." Referring to the potion. "I promise."

He returned the hug. He hesitated for a second but kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you."

…

"Have I mentioned how beautiful you look?" Sirius admired his girlfriend from behind.

After the library, the two of them split so that Hermione could change and cook, while Sirius ran to the Gryffindor dormitory to relay the news of Remus's potion to James and Peter. After two hours of talking and playing Gobstones, a small letter flew into the tower.

Will you be my Valentine? -Hermione

Her jeans hung on her waist loosely, in a way that looked like it wasn't supposed to, but Sirius wisely didn't comment. She wore a buttery soft cashmere added the level of sophistication that Hermione was well known for, with more noticeable makeup with a pinky brown shadow across her eyes to give them more depth and dark mascara to open her eyes. She had this shiny gloss on her lip that just made them look delicious.

That conversation with Remus changed her entire demeanour. She seemed happier and livelier than she had in weeks.

"Are you hungry?" She asked while they turned the corner.

"Starving. I didn't eat to make sure I'd be hungry enough for this."

"Sirius," Hermione shook her head. "You should have eaten."

"Nope, can't risk it." He shook his head somewhat petulantly, succeeding in making her laugh.

When Sirius visited the Evans household during the summers, he was told on multiple occasions that Hermione was a great cook, yet he'd never tasted any of her cooking.

"It's nothing crazy, but I thought a nice meal would be romantic."

Sirius's grin widened, "It's a pristine idea, love."

Hermione's bedroom had been transformed into a beautiful kitchen with copper pots and pans hanging from the ceiling racks. However, the main star of the show was the small table with beautifully set plates and flowers.

"When did you have time to do all this?" Sirius asked in awe. "It smells amazing." He kissed her temple as he sat down on his seat.

She smiled and walked over to the kitchen and ladled a soup into two bowls and brought them over.

Sirius's eyes widened, "Cream of mushroom soup. It's my favourite."

"Huh, you don't say." She claimed with a cheeky smile.

Sirius quickly caught on. "So, the food is—"

"All of your favourites."

He let out a barking laugh. "If you keep spoiling me like this, I might never leave." His words incited the exact reaction Sirius was hoping for when a beautiful blush spread across her face. He reached over the table and grabbed her hand, his feet running up her calves. "You know, I don't think anyone ever cooked for me and me only."

Hermione stared at their joint hands and squeezed him tightly. "Thank you, for being there for me for the past few weeks, even though you were also mourning."

Sirius blushed this time. "I just did what anyone would do."

She shook her head, "No. Not anyone could push their feelings aside to tend to someone else like you did for me."

As if he couldn't handle the compliment she was giving him, he fumbled to pick up his spoon. It was ironic because, with Sirius's looks, she assumed he would be used to compliments, but she realized that people rarely complimented him for something other than his appearance.

Hermione forced him to look back at her. "I mean it, Sirius. Thank you for being so amazing."

He smiled at her, then dipped his spoon into the soup for his first taste. Of course, he made no sipping sound, and he ladled his soup into the spoon away from himself. As much as Sirius liked to deny his heritage, he was a Black, and manners and etiquette had been instilled in him since he was a child.

"Holy Merlin," He whispered. "It's amazing."

"I'm glad."

Sirius laughed at her casual response, but there was relief on her face. It was adorable how nonchalant she wanted to play it off. Hermione's heart skipped at the warmth pouring out of his eyes.

"You know, I have to ask. How did you know about this clinical trial for Remus, in the first place?"

"The creator of Wolfsbane is Damocles Belby."

He paused. "As in the St. Mungo's Hospital Director Belby? Your Potioneer Belby?"

She shook her head, "As in his son. He was in Slytherin and graduated the same year as Malfoy. It wasn't a hard ask, Remus is a great candidate. He's been safely transforming for over a decade; he hasn't made any mistakes. He's perfect for this."

"I had no idea you were in contact with any Slytherins other than Snape."

Hermione shrugged, "I don't. I just knew he was making a potion to get into The Apothecary Academy and made some inquiries," the warm fuzzy feeling she had a moment ago disappearing from the lies that she'd accumulated. "It was nothing."

"It's everything." Sirius's voice dripped with sincerity. "You're incredible."

He was so sincere and kind. She didn't deserve him.

"I feel better, knowing that I helped Remus. I'd been meaning to for a while, but he didn't know that I knew about his Lycanthropy and I didn't want to bring it up without him mentioning it to me first. Then Alphard…" She trailed off. "I feel like I could have helped Alphard more. I should have done more."

"Dragon Pox cure was made in the 14th century, Hermione. It's been altered a million ways since then to fit the needs of individuals who aren't cured by the general potion. You can't guarantee that you and Belby could have saved him just by altering it the million and one-th time. And instead of teaching and spending his last days with you and me, he would have been stuck in the hospital, dealing with the after-effects of the new alterations. He knew all of this, so he made a choice. I think if he were to go through it all over again, he would make the same decision."

Hermione got a sad look in her eyes, her spoon pushing the soup around her bowl. His words had put her into deep thought. Sirius let her think through her thoughts while he observed her. Her auburn hair was curled softly, falling like red ripples of water down her back. The ashen complexion she had this morning was gone, but he wasn't sure if it was because of her glamour charm or because she genuinely had more vitality to her. Her eyes were normally hazel, but in the candlelight, they looked caramel brown. He could see her mind turning and processing like a well-oiled machine.

The girl who was so impossible to read suddenly became an open book. He could see her thought process. Memories of happiness and joy turned bittersweet, the sad realization that Alphard Black would become a fond memory and the pain of accepting that reality. It was all coming together.

"Ready for the hors d'oeuvres?" She snapped out of her thoughts. "It's mini sausage rolls, but I made everything from scratch, the meat filling as well as the pastry." She cut the silence as if it never happened, but this time Sirius was sure he could see it. Mourning acceptance. She was still undeniably sad, but what else could the living do other than move on?

"No way. The pastry too?" Sirius laughed with disbelief. "You're planning on making me fat, aren't you?"

The two of them talked as they ate, he asked her where she learned to cook, and she told him about her many hours of alone time while her sisters went off to school and her parents went off to work. She showed him her drawing skills, and he responded with 'I'm gonna get that tattooed on me'. When she asked about school, he replied with a series of impressions of their various professors.

They chatted and she laughed.

Everything about their dinner and conversation was so comfortable and simple. When she spent time with him, it was almost terrifying how easy she could let the world melt away.

Their main entrée of shrimp scampi pasta was eaten quickly as they talked about muggle music and by the time they hit their dessert, they couldn't believe how much time had gone by.

"I am stuffed." Sirius patted his stomach.

She didn't blame him since he practically ate for two. She had kept her meals very light, filling herself with water more than anything else. Her plates were enchanted to seem like they were only slightly smaller portions than his, but her body couldn't digest the foods the Sirius loved and her stomach had significantly shrunk over the few weeks. However, she wanted Sirius to enjoy the meal. Part of enjoying a meal on a date implied that she needed to enjoy it with him.

"We can share the dessert."

"Good." He grabbed the leg of her chair and pulled her next to him. "You've been too far away."

"Oh?" She asked, grabbing the Accio-ed dessert from the air. "And what difference does this distance make?"

He smiled into her hairline and kissed her temple. "Something like that?" He gently trailed his lips down her face, kissing her eyelids, her nose, and her lips along the way. His rough calloused fingers traced her jaw like he was encouraging her to turn to him. Sirius suckled on the base of her ear which sent tingles down her spine.

"Sirius." She let out a breathy moan.

He kissed down her throat, then removed her bra strap with his teeth. Gods he was trying to make her go crazy.

"Better than the village?" She asked, setting the tiramisu on the table, and sliding out of her chair and into his lap, straddling his waist.

He rested his hands on her waist, gripping her desperately. "Abso-fucking-lutely."

She threaded her fingers through his silky hair and pull him into a kiss that consumed her.

Sirius shifted his hands down to her arse and lifted her off the seat with ease while keeping their lips in contact. Her little magical kitchen changed into her private dorm room, as he carried her towards the bed, tossing her into the center.

"I fucking love this room." He smiled, crawling on top of her. He situated himself between her legs, using one hand to caress her thigh and the other to gently move her hair out of the way to stare deeply into her eyes.

"Are we…" He trailed off, asking for permission. "Are you ready?"

Hermione returned his intense gaze, wondering if her fears could be propelled by just a look. While she had memories of her past life, she was still technically an inexperienced virgin. Her memories served as great sources of information for these types of things, but it was the equivalent of someone reading saucy novels or watching porn for 'education purposes' while having no actual experience. She could feel her thoughts trying to interrupt her blissful state.

The air around them shifted, and the fire in the fireplace whooshed, although there was no wind or draft.

It was her magic.

"Shhh," Sirius kissed her forehead. "Easy. I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never hurt you."

"I know," She nodded. She gripped Sirius's shirt kissing him deeply, chasing her worries away. The kiss was a good distraction, something she was familiar with.

Soon, the wind disappeared and settled down along with her heart.

"I want to be on top." She told him, straddling his waist. She felt his erection growing against her thighs.

Sirius's eyes widened at her dominance but nodded excitedly. He sat up and helped her lift her sweater over her head, revealing a lacy black bra.

"Oh fuck," He whispered breathily, he caressed her breasts through her bra. He kissed her small mounds and looked up at her blushing face. "You're perfect."

To cover her embarrassment, she started unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his beautiful skin.

The smoothness of his skin was interrupted when she felt thin white scars on his shoulders with her fingers, following them down to his chest. They were stretchmarks, running down his chest like tiger strips from his rapid growth and muscle development. There was a large scar on his right oblique, probably from his nights frolicking with a werewolf. It was unexpected, but a pleasant surprise to see that he wasn't as flawless as he seemed. She liked that. They made him more real.

"You've certainly filled out compared to when we first worked out together." She teased, remembering how much Sirius struggled that winter in their First Year. She trailed her fingers down his beautiful body, most of his baby fat was gone, replaced by muscle from Quidditch and other exercises that James was notoriously well known for forcing on his teammates.

"I was 11." He pouted.

She kissed him while continuing to move her hands further down to his pants. When she undid the button, he placed his large warm hands on top of hers.

"Are you sure?" He asked imploringly. "We can wait."

She undid his zipper, "I'm sure."

Sirius lifted his hips for Hermione to remove his trousers while Sirius worked on her jeans. They easily slid down her legs but were caught at her ankles, restricting her movement. Neither of them cared, especially when Sirius placed her large hand over her, feeling the wetness of her lacy knickers.

"Are you this wet for me, Hermione?"

She bit her lower lip to stop a moan from escaping her mouth, but Sirius couldn't have that. He wanted her to unleash herself from that constraint he knew she was always in. That control she desperately held onto. He trailed up from her wetness to the small bundle of nerves and circled his thumbs around the round nub, allowing her lacy fabric and his thumb to elicit a loud moan from her mouth.

"Oh, fuck."

Blood rushed down to his already hard cock. He wouldn't last long if she kept making noises like that. He quickly changed plans.

"Hermione, I need to get you off first. Please." He groaned. He's never begged in the bedroom before, but the word left his mouth so easily. He hooks his arm around her waist and flipped them again so that she was on her back. Her eyes widened, so he smirked confidently. "Trust me, you'll love this."

He flung her jeans from her ankles. He kissed her mouth, then started making his way down her body; her ears, her neck, her collarbones, her breasts that were still encased in her bra, down her stomach which tightened as he moved down to the brim of her matching knickers. Instead of moving down, he kissed both of her knees, now making his way up her inner thigh. When his face and lips got close to her heat, she instinctually tried to close her legs. A deep blush spread throughout her pale skin, colouring her entire body.

"Don't be shy, love. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. That I will ever see." He gently separated her legs once more, placing his hand over her wet entrance. He moaned. He used his other hand to unclasp her bra from beneath her and pull it off her body. He covered one of her breasts with his hand, playing with it by squeezing and pinching her nipples.

"Ah!" She gasped. "Fuck!"

Sirius looked into Hermione's eyes to find the pupils blown wide, lust and desire dripping out of them.

His intentions of going slow and easy hung by a thread, but he forced his mind to focus on her pleasure. He peeled her underwear off. The garment revealed the glistening pink treasure hidden behind them. He traced his long fingers along her entrance, coating it with her wetness. She made delicious sounds, squirming to get closer, for more friction. She was exquisite. He slowly entered a finger into her using her wetness as lubrication to slide in. She was warm, velvety, and so very wet, it almost made him come at the thought of being in her. She was so tight, her small entrance resisting his single digit.

She bit her lip at the unusual sensation, so he kissed her passionately to distract her. Their tongues fought for dominance. He loved that she matched his vigour, and sometimes even succeeded him. Her nails scraped his back as her legs started wrapping around his waist. He pumped his finger in and out of her, until it became easy, eating up her moans with their kiss.

They only broke when he was out of breath, but he continued to trail kisses down her chest and he suckled on her breast and used his other hand to give her other breast the love and attention it deserved. His finger grazed an area deep within her that made her gasp once more, but his time he could tell it was from pleasure.

"There?" He asked, using his thumb to rub her clit while the finger inside massaged the area that had made her gasp so deliciously.

"Y-yes." She stuttered; her eyes fluttered closed as she became enveloped in the sensation.

Sirius slowly began entering a second finger, while making sure to keep his ministrations on her clitoris and her breasts.

"Oh my fucking god." She groaned, her nails digging into him leaving long red scratch marks on his back. He kissed every part of her he could reach.

"You're so fucking tight."

He trailed his tongue down her toned stomach, making sure to kiss her every now and then. He was never religious, but by gods, he would worship this body. He would worship her. His face disappeared between her legs, only his silky black hair visible from her point of view.

Her heated entrance was glistening. He gave her a long lick, then flicked her clit at the end, sending shivers down her spine. She inhaled a stuttered huff, her hands immediately gripping his hair.

He grabbed her arse and pulled her close, his tongue tasting the real dessert of the evening.

She tasted divine. "Like salted honey." He muttered into her.

"Oh fuck!" Hermione cried at the lovely sensation of his voice against her pussy.

His tongue made long and deep strokes, making sure to change up the speeds and rhythms every once in a while.

"Oh, Sirius. Yes! More!" She started grinding her hips into his fingers and his face while pulling him with his hair. He'd never been this hard. He knew he was leaking from his tip. No one had made him this aroused before. He licked her again, sucking her clitoris into his mouth, teeth nipping gently.

Her back bowed off the bed, her grip on his hair painfully delicious. Sirius pressed a hand on her abdomen, stilling her as his tongue ran down in an unhurried sweep, driving deeper into her.

Sirius was struggling to breathe against her, but he loved it. Death by pussy, what a way to go.

Hermione was starting to become frantic with her movements, her breathing erratic. Her walls were clamping and fluttering, telling him she was close.

"So wet," he breathed, licking her and savouring each taste. He peered up from his spot to see her exquisite O-face. He clamped over her clitoris and inserted his two fingers deep into her.

"Fuck, Sirius!" She cried out, wanton with pleasure. Uncaring how deep her nails were sinking into any part she could reach.

He licked and sucked while his fingers pumped in her, sliding in and out of her, filling her tight pussy with his long fingers.

"Yes, love, come for me." He coaxed, his voice deep and husky from desire. "Let go. Come."

Her body followed his demanding words as her nerves exploded with pleasure. Her orgasm rolled through her body in waves as she cried out his name. Her walls clamped down on his fingers gushing from the intense sensations. Sirius continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, riding out her orgasm.

Hermione's mind turned white. At that moment the walls she'd spent years building crumbled down, leaving her vulnerable and open, but she didn't care. All she could feel was the immense pleasure that was coursing through her veins. The release of endorphins in her brain was blissful like she was floating. She hadn't been that unguarded since…birth. For a moment, her memories, her guilt, her plans, thoughts, and pain were too distant to conceptualize.

As she tried to collect her scattered mind, she looked down her body to see the entranced expression on Sirius's face, his pupils were blown with arousal, giving her a seedy look as he licked her swollen pussy, making her body shudder and legs jerk with residual pleasure. He lifted his head out from between her legs, panting with a cocky grin.

More. She needed more. Her eyes travelled down, staring at the tent in his briefs. She ran her feet up his inner thigh and rubbed him through his trousers.

"Oh, fuck." Sirius immediately crumbled, falling on top of her.

The weight, the warmth, and even the sweat that would normally make her cringe felt comforting. She kissed his shoulder where she'd left scratch marks with her nails; wordlessly apologizing.

"I want you in me." She whispered into his ear, causing him a let out a guttural groan.

"By the gods, Hermione. I—You're perfect." Sirius was biting his tongue from saying the three words that were popping into his head. It was too soon. He was high on pleasure and intimacy.

Also, she was going to freak out and run.

With incredible agility, she hooked her leg around his waist and flipped them for a second time. She tugged his boxer briefs off, freeing his dick from the confines of the fabric. His erection's length was good, but it was his girth that was truly impressive. Precum leaked from the tip, as the reddening hard member struggled to hold it together.

She snapped her fingers and a bottle of lubrication soared through the air and into her hands. She had brewed it as a 'just in case' when she was brewing her contraceptive potion, knowing it would come in handy one day. Pun intended.

"You have lube?" Sirius asked, astonished at the bottle in her hand.

"I like to be prepared." She claimed as she squeezed a small dollop into her hand. Judging how her wetness was dripping out of her, they didn't really need it, but it was better to be more lubricated than less.

He let out a breathy laugh, "Got some chains and whips somewhere here too?" He joked, but his laugh got cut when her small but firm hands wrapped around the shaft.

"Have some kinky fantasies you'd like to discuss, Sirius?" She asked applying gentle and even pressure as she slowly pumped him up and down, making sure to wipe the tip with her thumb.

He let out a string of incoherent sentences in French.

"I didn't quite catch that," She teased, biting his earlobe.

"Oh, bloody Merlin!" he threw his head back as she squeezed him a bit tighter and increased the speed. He was leaking, he knew. He bit his lips and tried thinking about French grammar rules that had been drilled into him as a child to prevent him from coming on the spot.

Suddenly, her hands stopped, causing his eyes to fly open, though he hadn't been aware he'd closed them in the first place.

"Wha—" He was about to exclaim but stopped when Hermione braced both her hands on his muscled chest, feeling his thundering heartbeat beneath her hand. She let the rhythm resonate within her, deep in her soul. She looked into his beautiful eyes, the world ceasing to exist as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

The hot, sexy witch that had teased him about sexual fantasies was gone as she winced.

For a second, he'd forgotten that it was her first time because of her confidence. He quickly sat up, so that they were chest to chest, their eyes never leaving each other. He wrapped his large arms around her small body, holding up some of her weight so that she could go down slow and controlled.

"Ah!" She cried. They were thoroughly lubricated, but she was small, and he was wide. He kissed her deep and thoroughly, hoping it would help her and distract her from the pain.

She took his distraction and ran with it, pushing further. Her arms wrapped around him, pressing him as close as she could get, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke.

They poured their emotions into the kiss, as their touch became frenzied for more of each other. All the while, his cock slowly inserted itself into her incredibly tight heat. This was where heaven was.

When he was fully in, they broke apart, and stared into each other's eyes once more, staying absolutely still. His broadness filled her completely in sweet pain.

"Am I hurting you?" He whispered with such care as if his breath could damage her. "Hermione? Look at me."

Her fingernails dug into his skin again, but she didn't look up, terrified of what she might see for some reason.

"Hermione." His voice was much more demanding this time. Bewitched, she looked into his darkened eyes and beautiful face slick with sweat. Of course, Sirius felt the instinct to thrust, to seek the pleasure he knew it would bring, but he pushed it down, peppering his beautiful girlfriend with kisses on the face, down her neck, over her shoulder, and on her breasts.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, concern etching his voice.

She nodded, unable to speak.

"You're beautiful." He whispered into her ear. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Instead of responding, Hermione flexed her hip, moving on top of him. They both gasped. Their breathing synced as the utter fullness and pleasure coursed through them as if they were one.

Sirius readjusted her arms on his shoulder so that she could have more leverage. "You set the pace, love. Take what you need from me."

Hermione moved her hips a second time. His girth was stretching every inch of her walls with delicious pain. Slowly, she started finding a rhythm that felt good to her, deep and smooth.

"Fuck," Sirius grunted, "Yes, love. Just like that."

Hermione looked down where they joined and watched with amazement as his thick length shined with her, wondering how something so large could fit inside her small body. The pain was ebbing away and replacing itself with pure pleasure. Hermione started increasing the pace, her swollen walls fluttering as the pressure of another climax started to build. Soon, she was bouncing on him. He met her with a thrust every time she descended, causing her to scream with pleasure.

"Shit!" She gripped him for dear life. He caught her beautifully erect and pink nipple and licked the sweet thing before giving it a little bite.

"Such a foul mouth," He teased.

Sirius was trying incredibly hard to not explode prematurely, but her bouncing tits made it unbelievably difficult. He tried to recall French grammar rules as he'd done before, but Hermione snaked her hand between them and started rubbing on her clit, which made her clamp down on him even more.

"FUCK!" He groaned.

"Such a foul mouth," She let out breathily. Hermione could tell from his breathing that he was close. She rubbed herself more. The fire that had built in her lower stomach when Sirius had eaten her out started to grow again, faster this time.

"Hermione, I—" Sirius bit his tongue.

"Me too."

"Hermione, I—" love you.

"I'm close, too." She grinded her hips to his, chasing after that feeling of floating ecstasy once more.

"Say my name, love. Tell me you need me as I need you." He begged. Sirius hadn't allowed the three words to escape his lips, but apparently, others were free game as desperate cries of affection and reassurance tumbled out of his lips.

He didn't know if she meant them or if it was the lust speaking through her, but she uttered the perfect words from her perfect lips.

"Sirius. I need you. I fucking need you!"

"Fuck!" Two deep thrusts and Sirius came inside, even though Hermione hadn't yet. Knowing she was close behind him, he flipped them over to ride out his orgasm, thrusting into her from behind. He reached down to pinch and rub her clit as he had before. Her walls convulsed around him until she came with a scream.

…

They had pillow talk in low hushed voices, then got up to eat the tiramisu that they never got around to. He enjoyed cuddling and post-coital kisses and nuzzles, all of which made Hermione's heart yearn for more.

It wasn't until 3 AM when Sirius's soft snore replaced his mumbling about their respective Animagi forms did Hermione's smile slowly slip from her face. The bliss was disappearing, and her mental walls began stacking up once more, trying to contain the emotions and memories they held.

She gently touched his beautiful face. He'd been perfect tonight. Endlessly patient and gentle. She couldn't imagine a better first time.

Her first time with Ron had been beautiful in its own right, but much more awkward, much more fumbling and she hadn't orgasmed.

Ron.

Her past husband was not someone she particularly wanted to think about while she was lying naked in bed with another man, but her mental walls were weak. She couldn't stop the images and memories flowing in. Guilt settled in like a boulder in her chest.

She slowly tiptoed out of the bed and got dressed. She walked the empty echoing halls, not even bothering to turn on a light. She shifted her eyes to her fox and quietly walked around with enhanced night vision.

She ran her fingers along with the paintings as she walked, listening to their snores and their breathing.

"Don't touch me!"

Hermione jerked back at the noise.

"What the fuck!"

"Language, Mudblood."

"Excuse me?" Hermione took a closer look at the painting, to recognize Phineas Nigellus Black. "Headmaster Black? Why aren't you in the Headmaster's office like the rest of the Headmasters?"

"I fought with one of the headmasters," he shrugged off casually as if it was a common occurrence. "You're that girl." He squinted. "That muggleborn child that Sirius the Third is seeing. The one whom he made a deal with my Great-granddaughter Walburga to get my Great grandson out of his rightful resting place!"

Great-grandson? Does he mean Alphard?

"What deal?" She asked, taking out her wand and casting a Lumos to see the painting's expression properly. Phineas winced at the glare of the light. "What. Deal?"

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WELCOME BACK!

I'm very happy to be back~ and with some spice 😉

This time around I think I will post only on Thursdays because the twice a week thing was honestly killing me and giving me major burnout symptoms, so I hope everyone will be understanding. And as always, leave your comments, thoughts, opinions, and anything else!