For those who think this story is familiar or you have read it before. That is because I have posted it before. Please see my Bio for the break down. I am now back and reposting my old stories.
Warnings: Please do not use this story for a blue print on what you would like out of a romantic relationship. In real life this absolutely would be the grooming of a minor, and beyond wrong and disgusting. This fic is just make believe. A way to safely tell a guilty pleasure trope in a safe space. The second part has a more grown Hermione, no more cute kid scenes. Now we get to the smut. One Sexual situation at 16, after that she is 17 and legal.
5th Year
Hermione's 5th year was going to give Sirius gray hairs. It was Hogwarts' turn to host the European Youths Dueling Championships. Witches and Wizards from all over Europe between the ages of 16 and 20 would be taking up residence in Hogsmeade, and participating in duels on school grounds during the weekends.
In short, a ridiculous amount of chances for his godson and his raven to get up to no good. The two having become fast friends recently.
Sirius sat petulantly in an uncomfortable purple velvet chair, clearly made for someone half his size, as he waited for Hermione to come out to get his opinion on dress number four. He took a sip of champagne from the glass the shop girl had offered him. Which was the one upside to the entire ordeal.
There was to be a ball, and Hermione had been asked to it by one of the Bulgarian duelers. An up and comer in the Dueling scene, Victor Krum. The young man was famous, having given up a chance at a promising Quidditch career to duel instead.
"Oh, I think I quite like this one." Hermione declared as she came out from behind a curtain.
Sirius nearly dropped his drink at the sight of her. She had come out in a periwinkle dress that faded to a rich dark midnight blue at the bottom. The material was mostly see through except for some rhinestones sewn in to look like stars and constellations. He could also clearly see the deliciously tiny scraps of material that passed as her bra and knickers under the gauzy material.
"The Wizarding world is so much more liberal than the Muggle don't you think? I could never wear this in London, not without developing a terrible reputation." Hermione murmured thoughtfully. (1)
The shop girl came in with fresh drinks and Sirius growled at her to get out. She looked a mix of put out and cowed as she hurriedly left the changing suite, shutting the door behind her with a bang.
"That was quite rude" Hermione chastised him primly.
Getting up from the ridiculous chair he had been lounging on, Sirius strode across the plush carpet to stand behind Hermione as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. The top of her head reached his chin. She stood around 5'7 now, finally finishing her growth spurt upwards. Her body didn't seem as if it had finished growing 'out' though.
Taking his hands and placing them on her waist, he smoothed them down over the buttery material to her hips. Her legs were long, and at her height she would never have the wide hourglass hips of some of the more petite girls. But still, there was a slight dip and flare to her form that was delightful to feel.
"What do you think a wizard like Krum will be thinking when he sees you in this, hmm?" Sirius asked as he moved her curls over one shoulder, running a finger down her bare neck. The skin as smooth as a flower petal.
"He's older than you, out of school, and was an International Quidditch player for a short time. Do you think he is the type of Wizard that would stop at just one kiss, my little raven?"
"You think he will want more?" Hermione asked as she met his eyes in the mirror. She looked intrigued.
"At the very least he will want to touch, to feel." Sirius murmured into the soft delicate skin at her neck.
He could feel her magic reacting to his presence, coiling around his own like a snake. As she had grown, so had her power. Bright and hot, it called to Sirius in a way none had ever before.
"Show me." Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she asked. His little witch loved to learn new things after all.
He would show her anything she asked, and the both of them knew it. Raising his hands to cup her chest, he pulled her tightly against his body. Biting her ear lobe lightly as he palmed her tits. In the mirror her eyes fluttered as she took a shuddering breath.
"In this dress, not a single man will be able to remember the color of your eyes. They will be too busy looking here." Sirius whispered savagely, his fingers quickly found the tight little buds of her nipples, and pinched them lightly through the layers of was quickly rewarded with mewling little gasp from the witch.
"Does that feel good, love?"
The girl nodded her head, biting back a moan as he licked a stripe up her neck with his tongue. Using all his will power to hold back from leaving a love bite on his young witch, one hand stayed teasing her breast as the other made the tortuously slow descent down her midsection. His fingers splayed wide, just over her pelvis. Before veering off to grab her hip instead. She let out a strangled breath of disappointment and want.
Grabbing onto her hip roughly, he pulled her bottom back against him, rubbing her ass viciously against his hardened cock. It was wrong, so wrong, but by the gods did it feel good. His mind went back and forth between the thoughts of her being too young, and also being too delicious to withstand.
Sirius took in the sight of her as she bit her lip and closed her eyes at the feel of him through the layers of clothing. He wondered then, if she had ever felt one before, in her dealings with the Hogwarts boys. If she ever felt what her kisses did to them.
"Look at this." He murmured.
Finally letting go of her hip, slowly reaching his hand around to her front. Where he could see the skimpy piece of fabric that hardly came up high enough to cover her mound.
"What Wizard would be able to hold themselves back from wanting to know what it would be like to touch you here?"
And touch her he did. He found an opening in the layered gauzy fabric and his hand was on her skin now. Reaching till one finger was touching the barely there lace that covered her mons. He slowly rubbed the finger between her covered lips. The fabric of her panties already soaked with her want.
"So wet." He growled, nipping her ear once more.
She ground her ass back on his cock savagely as her body writhed against him. She let out a moan as her magic burned across his skin in a way he never felt before, but Circe, did he want more of it.
"Quite love, the shop girl and Morgana knows who else is just on the other side of that door."
He added a second finger to the first, and started rubbing at her in earnest now. Her shoulders bowed as she caved in on herself at the intensity of it all. His body wrapped around her, not willing to let go of any contact, physical or magical. His raven bit her lip hard only letting small mews of pleasure escape as Sirius continued his ministrations. His pace not letting up, even when she started struggling against him at the onslaught on her overwhelmed nerve endings.
It was only moments later that she finally broke. Her magical aura latched onto his own as her entire body shook in his grasp as she rode out the waves of pleasure. The sight and feel of her losing control had him leaking in his pants, but he did not move to relieve himself.
He held her instead, as she got her breath back, until she could stand on her own again. Sirius kissed her temple when she finally collected herself. She turned in his arms, smiling up at him with that same goofy grin she had when he had taken her first kiss.
"So you will get me the dress, right?"
Sirius groaned as his head fell back in defeat.
"Fine, but for the sake of my sanity, please wear something under it."
The day of the ball came. Sirius was having a drink with another School Governor, his cousin's husband in fact, Lucius Malfoy. (The only way the two could ever take being within each other's vicinity was with a drink in hand) When he finally caught sight of Hermione, he noted she had worn a silk slip under the dress as he had asked. Though it covered her body, there was hardly anything to it. The silk showing she clearly wore nothing else beneath.
He managed to snag a dance with her once during the night, where he observed that she had added Canis Major to the jeweled constellations that sparkled at her hem line. She babbled excitedly the entire time about some of the spells Krum had shown her, that he would be sending her his old school books when he got back to Bulgaria, and did Sirius know of any translation spells?
Sirius tugged on one of her curls before promising to look some up for her as he handed her back to her date for the night. He didn't see her again till late in the evening. His little raven caught his eye from across the Great Hall. The cheeky witch winked at him before her and Krum slipped out into the gardens alone. The older Wizards hand low on her back as he leads her out.
Summer before 6th year.
Sirius was standing in front of the fire in his study. Having a drink as he looked over at the woman sleeping naked stretched out across his leather couch. Her bottom and hips still held the marks from their love making. He had been rough, but the Witch had loved it.
A tap at the glass distracted him from the pleasant view. Walking over to the large bay window, he opened it, only to be surprised when not an owl, but a raven flew in. The large black bird dropped a letter on his desk with a loud 'caw' before swooping back out and into the night.
Sirius grabbed the overly stuffed envelope with curiosity. Taking it back with him by the fire he sat down and opened it, smiling once he read the first few lines. It was from his favorite witch. He should have known once he had seen the bird. Such a clever girl.
The letter was long, around seven pages, back and front filled out. Describing her summer in France with the Lovegoods. How batty Mr. Lovegood was, and how she worried that if she wasn't there to help ground her friend, Luna, she would follow in her fathers footsteps.
She wrote on, about the imaginary creatures they would hunt for and never find. Days on the beach just the two of them with Luna's Aunt, while her father went on the hunt for more dangerous creatures that Hermione still wasn't quite sure if they existed or not. Swimming with mermaids, hunting for seashells, her attempts at learning French. He chuckled at her story about a translation mix up between her and a hag that ended up with her getting stuck harvesting potion ingredients all weekend.
After he was finished with the letter he pulled out a small package from the envelope. They were photos all tied together with a silk ribbon. Photos of his Witch and her friend Luna. The girl appeared to be the Dove to Hermione's Raven. Her hair, skin and eyes, light compared to Hermione's own dark and tan features.
The photos were of them walking through forests, having picnics in the park, exploring cities, and playing in the sand on the beach. Cute, picturesque photos of teenage girls having an adventure together. Until he got to the last photo.
The last photo was of Hermione smiling up at the camera, from where she sat on the sand. She was wearing bright yellow bikini bottoms that stood out fantastically against her sun kissed skin. Large dark brown sunglasses, with a big floppy straw hat and nothing else. Srius' eyes kept caressing over her big beautiful smile and down to her lovely pert tear drop breasts. Tiny pink nipples dusted with sand.
After some time had passed, he ever so carefully put the letter and photos back into the envelope. He stowed them carefully away in his desk before shucking off his trousers and climbing back on top of the Witch on his couch. Waking her up for another round, lavishing open mouthed kisses across her chest. Pinching and licking at her nipples till she cried out in pleasure.
Start of 6th Year.
Sirius watched in amusement as his godson and the little dove of Hermione's, Luna, locked lips the moment they met on the platform. Much to everyone's surprise, and James and Lily's horror.
"Luna-butterfly, you have been away all summer. I was withering away without your attention. Never leave me for so long again."
Harry murmured between kisses. The pretty blond merely hummed back at him and smiled prettily up at the messy haired Wizard.
"What's gotten into the boy? This is embarrassing to watch." James whispered to his two best mates in a panic.
Remus knocked James on top of the head with his wand, hard.
"Ow! Moony what the hell?"
"Where do you think he got it from? You basically said the same thing to Lily last week, and she had just gone to visit her sister for the weekend. You buffoon." Remus admonished.
After some polite coughs and throat clearing from Lily, the red haired Witch finally muttered, "For Christ sake Harry!" Before zapping her son with a stinging hex. Once she had his attention she asked Harry to introduce his new girlfriend.
"So where is Hermione?"
Remus asked as they both watched the hilarious scene unfold in front of them. The Lovegood girl was playing with Lily's long fiery red locks as she was introduced. Lily had no idea what to make of the touchy blond Ravenclaw. All the while James looked on at a clearly smitten Harry in disgust. Karma was a bitch it seemed. (2)
"Bulgaria this year. She got accepted to the study abroad program." Sirius replied.
"Really? That's impressive, and the Dueling Champion? Did he have anything to do with her decision?" Remus asked while side eyeing Sirius.
Sirius let out a sigh. He had no idea what his friend had suspected, but of all the people in the world, Remus knew him best. He was a werewolf after all. No matter how good of a man Remus Lupin was, werewolves were inherently dark creatures. As such, there was a bit of darkness in Remus. Like recognized like, and Remus recognized the bit of darkness in Sirius, in a way James would never understand. (3)
"No, she isn't like that. She's not the type to turn fool over a boy. It was the textbooks he sent her. She was upset by how different the curriculum was, and how few things were banned in Bulgaria. The little witch was especially interested in the Alchemy and Spell Creation classes."
Sirius replied. "Though she is still seeing Krum."
Remus laughed at that.
"Well good luck to him. That witch is a handful."
Sirius couldn't help but smile at that. He felt sorry for any bloke that got caught in his little raven's spell.
Another night, another letter. If Sirius didn't know any better, he would think Hermione was feeling a bit homesick. Her letters were now coming every week, as opposed to every other week like before.
This week's letter was shorter. It was sent during Christmas break. Krum had whisked her away to Switzerland to go skiing for the Holiday. She spoke of the Wizarding village they stayed at. Her first fight with Victor, who had accidentally led her down a more high level ski path than she was prepared for. And mentioned some new hex's she had learned and used on the apologetic Wizard. (4)
Sirius couldn't help but chuckle at that. She went on to thank him for his gifts, and how she adored the cloak he had sent, and, ''Krum was ever so jealous when he saw the wand holster you sent me. He doesn't like another man sending me such gifts. Regardless of the fact that you're literally my sponsor. He thought it inappropriate. Don't worry, I jinxed his mouth shut.'
Sirius supposed he was going a bit overboard, but he truly couldn't help it. Any time he had a need of going to his vault he kept stumbling upon something that reminded him of the Witch. Rolls of silk fabric that he thought would look good if made into a dress for Hermione, heavy with enchantments that would keep her safe. A pretty gold necklace that would look fetching around her neck against her tan skin. The piece would look stunning nestled low between her breasts...
The grey eyed wizard shook his head, clearing away thoughts that he ought not be thinking of the young woman. He folded up the letter and put it back in the envelope before pulling out another set of photos she had sent him.
Photos of her time in school, with unfamiliar students Sirius had never met but read about in her letters home. A hilarious photo of Krum trying to teach Hermione to fly. That photo had a warning scrawled across the back from Hermione, declaring she would jinx him into next week if he dared to show it to any one.
On he flipped through the stack, catching a photo of her in a pretty dark green dress. The thigh holster he got her for her wand peeking out from the bottom of the hem line. A tantalizing view, sure to grab any wizard's eye. It was no wonder Krum had been jealous. Sirius grinned meanly at the thought.
Soon enough he reached the photos of her skiing. She was wearing a form fitting jumpsuit of some sort. Krum had his hands or his eyes on her in every photo. Sirius couldn't blame the young wizard.
"Fuck me." Sirius groaned as he reached the last picture.
The photo was undoubtedly taken by Krum, though he doubted the Wizard knew Hermione had shared it with anyone else. The camera pointed down on the wild haired brunette as she looked up at the lens. Her hand wrapped around the base of a hard cock as she sucked on it. Her lips red and stretched over the member. Sirius could see the curve of her back, and the round cheeks of her ass.
The photo was muggle and did not move, and somehow, was made all the more alluring because of it. Sirius trailed a finger over the image of his Witch, as he looked at her dark eyes looking up at the camera. Eyes that were not looking at Krum, but looking up at Him. Somehow he just knew that.
End of Summer, right before 7th Year
James was the first to get a hold of her. Picking her up into a swinging hug, before passing her off to Harry who did the same. She was dizzy and laughing in delight by the time she fell into Luna's warm embrace. She got a pat on the shoulder from Remus as well as a quick kiss on her forehead. A polite smile from Mrs. Potter, and some blond friend of hers that Hermione had never met before. Ronald Weasley of all people was there, he stuttered out a 'Welcome back', while his gaze was glued to what he could see of her tits in the yellow sundress she wore.
There was a gaggle of other people there she hardly recognized, but not the one Wizard she was looking for. Hermione made her way through the crowd in the home saying 'hello' and 'thank you', to those she passed. She finally found Sirius lounging on a couch alone in the study, a tumbler in his hand. His gaze roamed over Hermione's form before grey eyes met brown.
"My little raven has finally come home." He smiled at her warmly.
He held a hand out to her and Hermione wasted no time running up to the Lord of House Black, plopping down on his lap and covering his cheeks and chin in kisses. Hermione looked up just as a flash went off with a 'pop', to find Remus smiling wickedly at the pair. What appeared to be an old Muggle polaroid camera in his hands. (5)
"Hermione, you're much too old to keep sitting on his lap and acting like that." Mrs. Potter sighed in exasperation as she came into the study. A few others trailing in after her.
"People will get the wrong idea." Harry's mother admonished.
Hermione rolled her eyes, before moving to sit next to Sirius. He threw an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to curl into his side.
"I've missed the big prat terribly though." Hermione pouted at the other witch.
"Oh, lay off Lily-flower." James teased his wife with a wink.
The black haired wizard came hurrying in, handing Hermione a cool butterbeer and plopping right down next to her and Sirius, all but cuddling up with them. How he had ever gotten sorted into Gryffindor, when he clearly belonged in Hufflepuff was a mystery to Hermione.
"What happened to a 'small get together'." Hermione whispered to Sirius and James, spitting venom at the two, before plastering on a fake smile as more people kept tumbling into the room.
James laughed as Sirius shrugged at her ire.
"I told them a bratty orphan wasn't worth all this trouble-" Sirius replied, before Remus promptly smacked him over the head to Hermione's amusement.
"Alright 'Mione, spill. What dark and nefarious mischief did you get up to while abroad. Tell Uncle James everything." James stage whispered, gaining some laughs from the room.
Before she could respond, she was interrupted by a throat clearing. Hermione looked up to find the blond Witch from earlier smiling politely down at her, her eyes briefly falling on the arm Sirius had around Hermione.
"Hermione, this is Amelia. Sirius' girlfriend." Lily introduced the Witch. Cutting her eyes to Sirius reproachfully as she did so.
"Sirius has a girlfriend?" Hermione's eyebrows rose in surprise before she turned to her dark haired wizard with a wicked smile.
"You never mentioned her in any of your letters. Keeping secrets from me, Lord Black?"
"Not a secret little Witch. I figured you two would meet each other this summer eventually." Sirius shrugged his shoulders with a devil may care smirk on his handsome face. Clearly never having intended to introduce them at all.
Hermione held back a snort before turning back to the woman, Amelia.
"Well it's nice to meet the Witch that has finally captured my Patron's attention. I look forward to getting to know you."
"Of course dear. I have heard so much about you and your situation." The blonde murmured sweetly as she kept looking at her expectantly. Hermione couldn't help but wonder if the Witch expected her to get up.
"I hope we can become fast friends, and you will be able to look to me as family eventually." Amelia purred as she moved to sit on the arm of the sofa on Sirius' other side. Running a hand through his hair possessively.
The room got quiet, those present either looking away and cringing, or others looking at the Witch in amazement as she spoke to Hermione as if she were a child.
"What a lovely sentiment." Hermione replied, arching an eyebrow at Sirius who winced while taking another big swig of his drink. Quickly, she turned to James and proceeded to fill him in on all the gossip about the foreign school and cities she visited. Promptly forgetting the blond.
By the end of the week the teenagers were at Kings Cross, leaving for their final year of Hogwarts. Incidentally, that was also the week Sirius ended his short lived relationship with Amelia.
7th Year
"I can't believe you're still trying to sneak into my common room. I'm honestly disappointed at this point. It's just a simple riddle to get in."
His little raven swept the tapestry to the side, poking her head out and halting Sirius on his trek up the stairs.
"I got into the Ravenclaw common room while you were away, love. I'm here looking for you."
Arching a brow, his little witch merely smirked before stepping to the side and holding the tapestry open for him. Once inside he fell back into the same old sofa he sat in all those years ago. When Hermione had been a cute little 2nd year, commanding him to help her with a spell.
"What brings you here, Lord Black?" She asked him.
"You have been gone for almost a year, and I hardly got to see you before school started back up. I wished to talk to my young charge. See what you have learned in your time away."
Her eyes glittered as they met his own.
"Oh it was just marvelous Sirius!" She was across the room and on his lap in moments.
"Thank you so much for letting me go, and for funding the trip." She hugged him tightly before pulling back and kissing the tip of his nose. Sirius preened under the attention.
His little raven talked nonstop about the drafty old castle she stayed in, as well as the classes and the professors there. She spoke of being given her own lab to experiment in, and how she missed it so. All of the things that she had written in her letters, but to hear it all in person felt much better.
"Show me." Sirius asked of her, when she mentioned the spells she learned and worked on.
Her eyes lit up in excitement as she performed and walked him through spell after spell. Showed him her drawings on some enchantments and ruin circles she had been working on. He kept a hand on her waist, her arm, or playing with a stray curl though it all.
"And what of the other education you received?"
She stopped and looked at him in question.
"With the boy, Victor. It seems he taught you much."
Sirius tugged on one of her curls, pulling her face closer to his own. He watched as she bit her lip, and her dark chocolate eyes crinkled in amusement.
"Yes, I did learn quite a bit from Victor." His raven replied with a wicked smile.
"Show me." Sirius commanded. Except it wasn't a command, not really. It was more of a plea.
She laughed, like she always did with him. His little witch was never on guard with Sirius. No, she was always at ease in his presence, and always herself. He watched as she slithered her body down off his lap, to kneel on the floor between his open legs.
With a wave of his hand at the tapestry, he transformed it to match the brick wall outside. Another wave, and the room was soundproof. His magic filled the room, and he could feel hers answer in return. A fire lit behind her eyes at the display, and Sirius knew he would be spending the rest of the year answering all her questions on wandless magic.
She made quick work of his trousers before taking him in hand. He hissed at the contact of skin against skin. Her mouth surrounded him in a wet heat that had Sirius arching off the couch with a groan. She pulled off quickly and started leaving small open mouth kisses as she made her way up the length of him, before licking a stripe down to his balls and back up again.
His hands found their way into her curls without thought. She moaned sinfully as he tugged on the soft tresses. Pulling her urgently onto him. She didn't hesitate, taking as much of him in as she could.
"Gods! So fucking beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock." Sirius hissed through his teeth, as he shallowly pumped into her mouth. Not able to look away from the site of her wet lips gliding over him.
"Look up at me, love. Look at me while you suck me off." Sirius ordered. "Just like the photo."
Her eyes flutter open and meet his own, and it's all Sirius can do to not take her right there.
"My perfect girl. My perfect little Witch." Sirius praises her. Hermione's cheeks turn pink at his words, and she takes him in another inch.
She had to use her hands on him, not able to get down very far without gagging. And he adored her all the more for it. She was just so fresh and new, and she was all his. He knew she had been with other men and boys. He was glad of it, made him feel less guilty.
But she wanted him, her power called out to him! He let out another groan as her tongue wrapped around the head of his cock. One of her hands moved down between her legs to touch herself, and that was all Sirius could handle.
Grabbing onto her curls once more, he held her head steady as he pumped into her. Her eyes stayed on him the entire time, glittering in the dim light. He knew he was being a little too rough, but bloody hell, he couldn't stop. He had waited so patiently for this. Had been so good despite the fact that he had wanted the girl since she was fifteen.
Sirius allowed himself to reach his peak, and with a shout he filled his Witches mouth. Holding her head in place, making her swallow every last drop. He takes in several big gulps of air, before reaching his arms out for her.
"Come here love, let me take care of you."
Quickly, Hermione climbs back into his lap.
"Going to make my good girl come all over my fingers. Can't wait to taste you."
He kisses her eyelids, her nose, her mouth. All while his hands unbutton her little white collared school shirt. He opens it wide as he kisses his way down her neck, and showers attention on the tops of her breasts. Biting, licking, and placing wet open mouth kisses on her tan skin. Moving her silk bra cups out of the way and taking a delicious pink nipple into his mouth.
She's squirming on his lap, mumbling nonsense while burying her head in his neck and her hands in his hair. All while one of his own hands snakes down between her legs to find her absolutely dripping. Sirius groans at the feel of her need. Unable to wait or hold back, he plunges 2 of his large fingers into the girl. Her entire body shudders as she bites his shoulder while moaning. The fit is so fucking tight.
He pumps his fingers in and out of her wet passage, his thumb on her clit all the while. The wet noises her body makes are obscene when mixed with the pleas she mutters into his neck. 'Please, Sirius.' Over and over again, like a mantra.
All too quickly, her thighs clamp down around his hand as her entire body shudders. Again she bites into his shoulder with a sob, as her climax rolls over her. Her magic coats over Sirius like a blanket of fire in that way he loves, and he can't help but clutch onto her tightly as she rides it out.
When her body finally relaxes, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder. He pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lips. Finally getting a taste of this little raven. So sweet, so rich and salty, he can't get enough. He plunges his fingers back into her swollen cunt again, coating them.
"Sirius- so sensitive." She groans against his chest, her body shaking.
He brings the fingers up to his mouth again, licking them clean. She watches this time, her eyes glazed over and half lidded. He wants more, gods does he want more. But she is tired, and sore. So Sirius holds her instead. Petting her curls, kissing her cheeks, and telling her what a good girl she is.
Shrieking Shack, 7th Year
"No Sirius, not there." Hermione begs.
But he doesn't listen. He has her spread out on a transfigured table in the old shabby shack, her legs thrown over each of his shoulders, as he licks her wet pussy. His finger left her cunt, to probe at her asshole. A place she had never touched other than to clean.
Hermione is surprised at the shocks of pleasure she gets from his finger rubbing along the tight opening. It's wrong, right? That place isn't for this. But then his tongue is replacing his finger, and she can't help but moan. Never having realized how many nerve endings there were there.
"So fucking pretty, I can't help it love. You have the prettiest cunt and bottom I have ever seen."
She can't stop a moan as his mouth latches back onto her clit, and his fingers go back into her cunt, stuffing her full. Before she even realizes it, she is cresting over a wave of bliss, her orgasim hitting her like a tsunami.
His smile is smug as he stands over her. Hermione is too satiated to work up the energy to smack the prat. She has hardly had a chance to catch her breath before he manhandles her onto her side. One leg on the table, the other thrown over his shoulder, bending her in half as he enters her dripping pussy.
She yells at the feel of it. Never having felt so full in her life, pleasure and pain mingling as one. He slowly pumps himself in and out of her, his eyes almost black with want as he looks down at where they are joined. His magic is pulling at her own, tightly, as if it wants to sink into her.
With a growl, her wizard loses control, and starts pounding into her, and she can't help but scream. It's just all so much. She feels almost guilty for begging for, 'more' and 'harder.' She wants all of him though.
Outside in the night, a passing resident is surprised to hear the old growls and shrieks coming from the old shack. It had been years since the poltrigiest that haunted it had been active.
End of 7th Year
Harry and James are both crying, loudly. Sirius can't help but smile at the sight of both Father and Son, just great big teddy bears, the two of them. Lily sighs in annoyance at the scene the two are causing, though her own eyes are shining suspiciously. No matter how prissy she acts, it's clear to see she absolutely adores her two wizards.
"Those two were both missorted, I swear." Hermione steps up to Sirius, as she smirks at the crying Potter family.
"Yeah, we have been saying that for years." Sirius replied as he and Remus shared a chuckle.
The next forty minutes were spent sharing congrats and goodbyes among the entire graduating class and their families. Hermione stayed near Sirius and Remus the entire time. Few students came up to give her a farewell the pair noticed. Well, except for Harry's ginger friend Ron, who tried stepping in for a hug from the Witch. His eyes on Hermione's chest the entire time, he was quickly met with the end of Hermione's wand and a muttered, 'Don't touch me, Weasel.'
The two Wizards share a look with each other over her head, as the three of them stand to the side of all the families. Both remembering what it was like to have no family save the Potters, when they graduated.
"Hermione." Remus put his arm around the Witch. "We are so damn proud of you, you know that right?" The green eyed Wizard smiled kindly down at the girl.
"Truly, you are an amazing Witch. You have worked so hard and accomplished so much. We are lucky to have you in our lives, little raven." Sirius places his own arm around the girl as well.
Sirius and Remus watched as Hermione looked back and forth between the two Wizards she found herself sandwiched between in surprise. They watched as she teared up and started sobbing, bowing her head to hide behind her curls. The two held her all the tighter as she worked through her emotions.
As soon as his little raven pulled herself together, they let her go with kisses to the top of her head. She was smiling shyly up at them when James bounded over, enveloping her in a bone crushing hug to her wide eyed surprise.
"For pity's sake Mr. Potter." She mumbled as the Wizard sobbed into her robes.
Sirius laughed at the look of panic that crossed her features as the grown man continued to blubber all over her. The occasional words like, 'So grown up,' 'Proud,' and 'Hair use to look like a poodle', were all they could make out between his sobs.
Luna Lovegood came to his witch's rescue. Distracting James long enough for him to glomp onto the tall blond girl. Telling her how he was so happy her and his son found each other and that her hair looked like moonlight.
"Where will you go now?" Harry approached Hermione, giving her a quick hug.
"You're aged out of the orphanage now aren't you?" He asked in concern.
"To Sirius' place, of course." Hermione replied cheerily without missing a beat.
It was the first Sirius had heard of it, but it didn't matter. He had a room made for her at Castle Black last summer. (6) She had spent longer in Bulgaria than originally planned though, so he never got to show her. He merely nodded in agreement.
"That makes sense." Harry smiled in relief.
Lily cut her eyes to Sirius at the curly haired witches declaration.
"Are you sure, Hermione? We could always make a place for you at the Cottage." Lily asked. "It will be tedious living with two bachelors like Sirius and Remus."
Sirius was about to open his mouth, a sharp reply on his tongue for his long time friend. But Remus stepped in.
"Of course she is coming home with us. We are her family."
Hermione hid her face as her eyes teared up. Everyone took one look at her and agreed. Everyone save Lily, who still looked between Sirius and Hermione with suspicion. Sirius and Remus shared a look. Lily was muggle-born and just didn't get it. Hermione wanted to be with them, and that was all there was to it. The Witch wanted it that way, so that's how it had to be. (7)
He was not surprised to find Hermione sleeping in his bed, though she had been shown her new room earlier. Just across the hall from Sirius' own.
Stripping off his clothes, he climbed into the overly large bed, pulling the covers off his raven. Hands running over her body, he woke her slowly with gentle kisses. As her eyes fluttered open, he smiled down at the beautiful young witch in his bed. Carefully he undressed her, until she was naked with her legs spread wide.
She hummed in contentment as he kneeled down and gently kissed and licked at her inner thighs. Her back arched as he licked a long slow strip over her cunt, and her hands fisted the sheets as he sucked on her clit. She was a writhing mess by the time his fingers entered her, working her slowly, stretching her out in preparation.
"God's Sirius, please!" His little Witch pleaded.
Sirius didn't think he knew a Wizard alive that could say no to a request like that. At the sight she made with tan skin covered in sweat, wild curls all around her, her body shivering in want. And he Magic, her fucking magic rolling off of her in waves of heat that threatened to burn Sirius' nerve endings in pure ecstasy.
Crawling further up the bed, he finally allowed himself into the tight wet heat of her body. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into her. When he was finally fully seated into the crook of her hips, their bodies completely joined, their magic as well. Sirius felt it. Like something clicked into place deep in his chest. Hermione moaned and he knew she had felt it too.
"Well, I guess that is that." Sirius smiled down in awe and bliss at Hermione. He bent down to kiss her, sealing the bond. They had chosen, their magic had chosen, there was no going back. They would forever belong to the other.
This is actually not the end! There will eventually be a 3rd chapter. Domestic life, Hermione getting her Mastery, and meeting Regulus. No clue when it will get posted though. So at least this ends on a nice note that wraps up the story if need be.
1. As in all my stories, the Wizarding World is a Matriarchal society. Witches can dress quite trampy and no one would bat an eye. Though, the way Witches dress is all across the board in my AU's. From old fashioned, to normal every day, or downright 'immodestly.' Everyone has the freedom to wear whatever they like, because GIRL POWER!
2. I just LOVE the idea of Harry ending up being all openly devoted and lovey dovey to a Witch/Wizard as his dad was as a teenager. And I equally love the idea of James being disgusted by it, and totally not seeing the similarity.
3. Remus and Sirius aren't bad. They just are a tiny bit influenced by the darkness in them. Remus because of the werewolf, and Sirius because of how he was raised. Sirius' magic would come across as slightly dark to anyone that got close enough to him. He was raised in a family that was 'dark', so it only makes sense that he was influenced by it.
4. This actually happened to me! I still have never forgiven my husband for taking me down the wrong slope, which ended up being a black diamond rating.
5. Second story where I have Remus with a camera. He just seems like the sentimental type to me! I feel like he would def take lots of photos of his friends and family.
6. Castle Black isn't actually a castle, more like a large ornate brick Manor. You will be introduced to it in the next chapter of Curls and Kisses. I just love the idea of Sirius having a pretentious name for his home. It is also a nod to a fave real life author of mine, Steven Brust.
7. Matriarchal society. The Wizards are use to putting the needs of Witches before their own. In this case, Sirius & Remus don't HAVE to allow her to live with him. But since they care about her anyways, they are willing to bow to any of her wants and needs within reason.