Party Games and Seduction Plays Part Two
Title: Party Games and Seduction Plays
Author: Vickie
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
Pairing: Hermione/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 10,603
Warnings: Lemons, Het
Summary: Housewarming parties were all good and well, but Seduction plays were not something she wanted, really, she didn't. Well maybe she did, but not by him, not when she had a hard time resisting.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my amazing beta Meiri, I would be lost without you. This was written for the hermione_smutexchange. I used the -Funny, witty dialogue. Even bad sarcasm would work. prompt, I hope I pulled it off. I couldn't wait any longer to post it, lol. The banner at the bottom was made by the very talented calistokerrigan
Thanks to the amazing brandy_girl01 for the wonderful banner <3
Once everyone was seated around the table, George lined up a row of shot glasses filling them with firewhisky. “Alright then, so who going first?” he asked.
“Granger can,” Fred answered, giving her a knowing look, “after all it is her party.”
“It’s my house but I think everyone with a brain knows it’s yours and George’s party,” she countered, “and Sirius',” she added as a afterthought making everyone laugh, Sirius glared at the smirking witch but she just gave him a innocent smile.
“Why don’t you put that big brain of yours to use, Hermione,” Sirius said smarting over the crack she made. “Never have I. It shouldn’t be too hard for you to finish that sentence, I’m sure there are lots of things you’ve never done.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and refused to rise to his bait, looking around the table she smirked, “Never have I kissed a girl.”
“Hermione,” Harry groaned as he reached for a shot and knocked it back with the rest of the men sitting at the table.
“What Harry?” Hermione asked sweetly, “am I not playing the game right?”
“You just said that so all the guys would have to drink,” Ron grumbled, gagging as the firewhisky burnt his throat. “You’re trying to get us all drunk.”
“That’s the whole point of the game, Ronald.” Hermione sniggered.
“Who goes next?” Harry asked cutting off whatever Ron was going to say, not wanting to hear another argument between Hermione and Ron, regardless of how entertaining they could be.
“I will,” Ron jumped in, making Harry groaned at the look he was giving Hermione.
Seeing the look, Fred leant in closer to Hermione and whispered, “Never has ickle Ronniekins satisfied a woman sexually.” Hermione couldn’t hold back the snort of laughter at Fred’s words.
Ron glared at Fred and Hermione, waiting until all the glasses were filled again, “Never have I kissed a boy,” he said with a triumphant smile.
Hermione shook her head at Ron's big victory; she lifted the shot glass to her lips and tasted the rich flavoured alcohol. Throwing the shot back, she started to splutter as she saw Sirius and Remus also knocking shots back. Coughing as the liquid went the wrong way, she couldn’t help but ask what everyone else was dying to.
“You kissed a boy? How? When? Who did you kiss?” she directed the questions to Sirius.
He smirked at the wide-eyed witch; he flicked his eyes to his left to where Remus was sitting.
“No way,” Fred laughed. “Come on, Remus, tell us.”
“No,” Remus replied red-faced.
“Sirius?” George pleaded.
“No,” Remus growled again.
Sirius stared at his best friend, “Moony said no, so no it is,” he said disappointing everyone at the table.
“Thank you,” Remus told him.
“Was he really that bad of a kisser, Remus? That you want to forget all about it,” Hermione mocked, the alcohol and atmosphere loosening her tongue.
“Hermione,” Remus tried to admonish her for taunting Sirius but couldn’t keep the laughter out of his voice. The young Muggleborn knew how to rile Sirius better than anyone he had ever met. It was clear to Remus that Sirius was crazy about Hermione, and he also knew from talks he had had with his wife that Hermione felt something for his old friend. But she was reluctant to start anything due to his reputation as a ladies’ man. He hoped that they could work out what ever issue was keeping them apart but he wasn’t going to interfere. He didn’t wish to be on the receiving end of either Sirius' or Hermione’s temper.
“What!” Sirius spluttered. “Bad kisser. I am a great kisser; it was the best kiss Remus has ever had. I’m sure that is one of the reasons he married my little cousin. He couldn’t have me and she’s family, there is enough resemblance that he can pretend it’s me he’s kissing...”
“SIRIUS!” Tonks screamed over the hysterics of the table.
“What?” he growled.
“If you’re quite done trying to turn my husband gay, do you think we can continue the game?” She asked.
“Fine,” Sirius grumbled refilling his shot glass. “Whose turn is it?”
“Mine,” Tonks glowered, shooting daggers at her cousin.
Sirius dropped his head to the table. “Merlin help me,” he groaned ignoring the snickering around him.
Tonks eyed Sirius evilly. “Never have I,” she ran a finger over the rim of her shot glass, toying with Sirius, drawing the words out, “had sex in a Hogwarts broom closet.”
“Do you have to tell her everything?” Sirius asked eyeing Remus.
“It’s not such a big secret Sirius,” Remus replied. “Filch caught you.”
Sirius made an obscene gesture with his hand and reached for another shot of firewhisky; he knocked the shot back and slammed the glass back down on the table. He looked around the table and smirked as he realised that he wasn’t the only one who had taken a drink. The twins, as well as Charlie and Bill had also taken a drink as well as a few others. His smirk quickly turned to a look of shock as he noticed that Hermione had also taken a drink.
“I’m surprised, kitten,” he quickly recovered, grinning at her huff at the nickname. “So, details. Who managed to get the Gryffindor Golden Girl into a broom closet?”
“I don’t think details were part of the rules. Sorry, I’ll just leave it up to your imagination,” Hermione replied.
Sirius gave Hermione a roguish grin. “Sure you want to do that, kitten? I’ve got quite an imagination; are you positive you want me to put it to use? Some of the things I can imagine you doing in that broom closet are positively indecent.”
“Sirius,” Harry groaned. Like most of them, Harry could see the chemistry, the sexual tension, between Hermione and his godfather and he didn’t have a problem with whatever it was they were doing. However, he had no desire to witness the flirting or foreplay that was going on between them. He was fine as long as he didn’t have to see it, or hear about it, or think about it.
“She’s probably lying,” Ginny cut in snidely. “There is no way she would ever have sex in a broom closet or at Hogwarts; that would mean breaking some rules and we all know Hermione would never do that.”
“So whose turn is it now?” Hermione asked ignoring Ginny, making the redhead silently fume.
“No one’s until you tell us who and when?” Sirius told her as he refilled all the empty shot glasses.
“Come on, Hermione, just admit you were lying and we can continue with the stupid game,” Ginny huffed looking bored.
“Ginny,” Ron growled growing tired of his sister’s bitching, “it’s none of your business.”
“Oh shut up, Ron. It’s obvious she’s making it up. She’s probably still a virgin,” Ginny said harshly.
Sirius choked on the mouthful of firewhisky he was drinking, knowing how very untrue Ginny's statement was. Hermione might be many things but a virgin was not one of them. That was something he could personally attest to.
“You’re not supposed to drink before someone says, 'never have I',” Hermione said grinning cheekily. “The rules must be followed, Sirius.”
“Sorry, kitten, I’ll try and remember that,” Sirius replied eyeing her with interest. “Now, why don’t you shut the annoying redhead up and tell us all who was in that broom closet with you?”
Hermione pretend to think it over, the firewhisky making her slightly giddy. She tapped a finger against her lips, her eyes alight with mischief as she flicked them to her right and they paused briefly on a young man sitting at the end of table before focusing on Sirius again.
Sirius followed her gaze to the young man; looking back at Hermione he raised an eyebrow in a silent question. Seeing the small smile she gave him, he knew he had gotten his answer. He raised a glass to her in a toast making her pout as he broke the rules again and took a drink.
The rest of the table followed the silent conversation between Sirius and Hermione with interest. Their eyes shifted, following Sirius’ to the end of the table and more than one person was shocked by who was sitting there and what it meant.
Ginny was the first to recover, “Dean? You slept with my boyfriend?” She screeched making more than one-person wince.
“Ex,” Dean said coolly staring at his ex girlfriend. “Ex-boyfriend. We had already broken up and had been for a long time.”
Ginny ignored Dean and rounded on Hermione. “I always knew you were jealous of me and were trying to steal my boyfriend. I told everyone that you wanted him for yourself but they wouldn’t believe me, always saying that you weren’t like that, that you were a good person. What a joke! I knew I was right, and now everyone else does to. They all know what you’re really like, they will finally see you for what you are.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, it was Harry you were referring to when you spouted all that bullshit,” Tonks interjected, refusing to let Ginny talk to her best friend like that. “And, in case you missed it, Dean just said you were already broken up.”
“I can’t believe I thought you were my friend,” Ginny continued refusing to listen to anyone. “And you,” she turned to Dean, “you cheated on me.”
“I did not cheat on you,” Dean replied his temper rising. “It was mine and Hermione’s seventh year. We had already broken up and you were with Harry.”
“And what? You were trying to make me jealous?” Ginny asked refusing to believe it all wasn’t about her.
“Bloody hell, she’s delusional,” Seamus muttered from his seat next to Dean.
“Did you know about this?” Ginny asked glaring at him.
“Yes,” Seamus replied, “and I can’t believe I was the only one who did. Didn’t any of ya notice all the time Dean and Hermione were spending together? Hell, they went to Hogsmeade together.”
Both Harry and Ron looked guilty, remembering how for most of their seventh year they had ignored Hermione, unless they needed help with homework or something to do with the war. Both of them had been too busy with their girlfriends.
But Ginny refused to back down at the perceived slight, “Why didn’t you tell everyone?”
“Those who mattered knew,” Dean answered growing angry by the second.
“We knew,” Fred and George chorused.
So did I,” Luna Lovegood added.
“Besides not all of us feel the need to advertise our sex lives in the Daily Prophet,” Dean said making fun of Ginny's desperate need for publicity.
“You were probably ashamed, having to sleep with her,” Ginny sulked.
“Ginny, shut up,” Bill ordered, growing tired of Ginny’s attitude. “It is none of your business what Hermione and Dean did. Not everything in this world revolves around you and the sooner you learn that the better.”
Not wanting to anger her eldest brother more than she already had Ginny flopped back on her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’m sorry, Hermione,” Bill apologised. “Let’s continue with the game.”
“Yeah,” Harry agreed wondering what he had ever seen in Ginny. “Whose turn is it?”
“Remus',’” Tonks answered looking at her husband with a loving look.
“Alright, never have I,” Remus paused thinking it over, a wolfish grin spread across his face as he stared at his best friend.
“Moony, no,” Sirius pleaded, knowing whatever Remus was going to say wouldn’t bode well for him.
Remus grinned at the pleading Marauder. “Worn a dress,” he finished.
“Bastard,” Sirius grumbled good-naturedly as laughter broke out around the table again. Sirius joined all the ladies in taking a drink.
“Details, Sirius?” Harry demanded as he snorted with laughter.
“No.”
“Remus?” Harry asked.
“It was during our seventh year...” Remus started.
“REMUS!” Sirius yelled scandalized that he was going to tell them.
“Sorry, Padfoot,” Remus chuckled before continuing. “It was your father's doing, Harry. Sirius got it into his head that it would be a good idea to interrupt a date between James and Lily. As you can expect, James was far from pleased. He never told us the details of how he managed it - he was probably worried that Sirius would try to do it to him - but one morning at breakfast, Sirius entered the great hall wearing a bright pink mini dress. He turned quite a few heads and not just female.”
“Is that how you two ending up kissing?” Fred asked laughing.
“Were you so enchanted by him in the lovely dress that you forgot everything and jumped him?” George added.
Sirius and Remus both glared at the twins who were wiping tears from their eyes.
“No, and it’s my go,” Sirius growled.
“What? No,” came the collected cries from around the table as everyone objected, knowing he would pay them back for their teasing.
“Oh yes,” Sirius replied relishing in the looks of horror on their faces. “Let’s see, let’s see.”
“You sure you can think of something you’ve never done before Sirius?” Hermione asked, her tongue peeking out between her teeth.
“There are a few things I’ve never done before, kitten,” he replied leering at her, “and some things I would love to do.”
Hermione swallowed hard at the mean of his words and the look he was giving her. She could feel her resolve crumbling again and she wondered if she would be able to make it through the night without throwing herself at him.
“Never have I given a guy a blow job,” he announced.
“Sirius!” Hermione shouted in shock at his crude words as all the guys burst out laughing.
“What?” Sirius asked trying and failing to look innocent. “It’s something I’ve never done.”
Hermione glared at him as she picked up her glass, knocking the amber coloured liquid back, wincing as it burnt a trail down her throat. Dropping the glass back down on the table she raised a finger pointing it at Sirius. “Don’t even think about it,” she threatened cutting off the question she knew he was going to ask her.
Sirius wisely bit his tongue and refrained from asking her the question that was on the tip of it. From personal experience he knew that she was a natural at the act of fellatio and it was with no small amount of jealousy that he wondered who else she had performed the act on. Shaking his head to get rid of the unwelcome images his wondering had produced, Sirius refilled the empty glasses as they prepared to play another round.
An hour and many shots later, the occupants of the table were well on their way to intoxication. As the game progressed, the questions became more and more outrageous, the alcohol loosening their tongues and inhibitions. Seamus had just declared that he had never had a threesome and, to no one’s real surprise, Sirius had knocked back another shot of firewhisky while mumbling something about a pair of blonde Swedish twins, which led a few of the men to look at him like he was their hero.
“Right, whose go is it?” Harry slurred.
“Tonks?” Fred wondered.
“What?” She mumbled, resting her head on the table.
“It’s your go,” Sirius told her.
“Is it?” she asked confused.
“Yes, so what is it?”
“Truth,” she blurted out.
“We’re playing never have I, not truth or dare,” Hermione said laughing.
“Don’t care,” Tonks sulked, “I choose truth.”
“You sure you want truth, Tonks?” Sirius asked her a devilish smirk on his face.
“Yep, bring it on, furball,” she slurred.
“Okay, do you, spit or swallow?” His timing was perfect, delivering the question just as she brought her glass to her lips.
Tonks choked on the firewhisky and sprayed it across the table. Tears came to her eyes as she coughed, the alcohol burning her throat.
“Guess that answers that question,” Fred sniggered.
“We didn’t want a demonstration, Tonks,” Sirius teased the red-faced Metamorphmagus.
“You’re evil,” she spluttered wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Fred, your turn,” Sirius declared ignoring his glaring cousin.
“Dare,” Fred said bravely.
“When did we start playing truth and dare?” Lavender asked no one in particular.
“I dare you to give Ron a lap dance,” Sirius dared.
“NO!” Ron screamed leaping to his feet as Fred approached him. He threw his chair in front of him, blocking Fred’s attempt to get close to him. Ron backed up until he was near the living room door looking over towards a still approaching Fred. “I think I’ll be leaving, it’s been fun. Goodnight, Hermione,” he said before fleeing.
“Wimp,” Fred grumbled walking back to the table.
“You do realise that he is your brother, right?” Hermione asked.
“It’s was a dare,” Fred defended, grabbing a shot of firewhisky and knocking it back.
“Harry, truth or dare?” Sirius asked his godson.
“Neither. Susan and I are gonna follow Ron’s lead and...”
“Flee into the night screaming,” George interrupted.
“No, the screaming will come later,” Harry said smiling at his blushing girlfriend.
“Harry,” Susan whispered, burying her head in his chest as he slipped his arms around her.
The two of them spent a few minutes saying goodbye to Hermione before making their exit to calls of have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
The party quickly broke down after Ron, Harry, and Susan left. Bill and Fleur had to leave, needing to get home to their little girl. Bill dragged a protesting Ginny with him, not trusting his sister not to try to cause another fight with Hermione. Within an hour of Bill, Fleur and Ginny leaving the only ones left remaining were, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred, George, Angelina, and Katie.
“How about another round?” Sirius asked holding up the bottle of firewhisky.
“Yeah,” Tonks slurred holding out her glass.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough, Dora?” Remus asked.
“No, never have I had enough to drink,” she replied, making them chuckle.
“Okay, Hermione, truth or dare?” Fred asked slipping his arm around Angelina.
“Truth,” she answered.
“Chicken,” Fred teased. “How old were you when you first had sex?”
“Fred, don’t be so nosy,” Angelina admonished. “So how old were you?”
Hermione debated with herself whether or not to answer.
“Come on, you’ve got to follow the rules and answer,” George said seeing her trying to find a way out of answering.
“Fine,” she grumbled, “eighteen.”
“Who was it?” Fred asked.
“No-no, that’s wasn’t part of the question.”
“Fine, we’ll guess,” Fred said. “Let’s think. Ron?”
“No, I’ve never slept with Ron and if he claims otherwise he’s lying,” Hermione said shuddering. She never understood how so many people came to the conclusion that she ever had a thing for Ron. She knew many people saw them fighting and believed that it signalled great passion between them but Hermione thought otherwise. She also used to fight with Draco Malfoy and no one claimed they would be good together.
“Harry?” George guessed.
“No,” she denied.
“Neville?” was Angelina’s guess.
Hermione shook her head in a negative motion.
“Fred?” George said.
“George?” Fred tried.
“I think if it was either one of you, you would already know,” Hermione replied, “and I haven’t slept with either of you.”
“Tonks,” Sirius said staring at the pink haired witch.
“I’ve never had sex with Hermione,” Tonks told him.
“I never thought you did,” he told his drunk cousin. “I meant who’s your guess.”
“I don’t need to guess, I already know,” Tonks admitted.
“You do? Then, who is it?” Fred asked.
“Are you all deaf? She told you all earlier,” Tonks informed them.
“She did?” George asked confused. “When?”
“Dean,” Katie said groaning. “Their seventh year, Hermione would have been eighteen.”
Hermione just smiled at them, not exactly comfortable talking about her first time with her former professor, the two men she thought of as brothers and a man she had had sex with.
“Sirius, your turn,” Tonks said.
“Fifteen,” he replied.
“I never asked the question,” Tonks moaned.
“Too late, I’ve answered.” He replied, “Hermione, your turn again.”
“What? No, everyone else has to go first,” Hermione complained.
“They’ve all forfeited their turns,” Sirius declared not bothering to ask them as he eyed the young witch hungrily. The talk of her first time and made him both jealous and horny, he felt the need to eliminate any other man's claim on her.
“No we haven’t,” George argued.
“Yes, you have,” Sirius growled dangerously, not taking his eyes of Hermione.
“Yes, we have,” George changed his mind.
“I’m not choosing,” she pouted. “It’s not my turn.”
“She chooses dare,” Fred said choosing for her.
“I never said that,” Hermione objected glaring at Fred, “it doesn’t count.”
“Oh yes it does, kitten,” Sirius purred.
The heated look Sirius was giving her sent shivers down Hermione’s spine; beads of perspiration ran down her face as her breathing came out in short shallow pants. She clenched her legs together, desperately trying to stave off the throbbing that was once again driving her crazy.
“Do you think they know we’re even here?” George whispered.
“I don’t think they’d notice if Death Eaters attacked,” Fred replied.
“Enough with the eye sex,” Tonks said, grasping for her glass of firewhisky. She scowled at Remus as he tried to wrestle the glass away from her.
“Hermione I dare you to...” Fred started but was cut off by Tonks.
“To fuck Sirius,” she said.
“TONKS!” Hermione yelled mortified.
“What? You want to. Merlin knows he wants to get in your knickers again. So, just get on with it. Jump him already,” Tonks ranted, gesturing with her hands, wildly spilling her drink as she did.
Remus pulled the glass out of his intoxicated wife's hand. Placing it on the table, he pulled her to her feet, supporting her swaying form. He tried to keep a straight face as Tonks continued to tell the red-faced witch to jump Sirius and teach him some new tricks, then he bid the remaining friends farewell. Dragging a clumsier than normal Tonks over to the fireplace, he Flooed them back to Grimmauld Place.
Hermione buried her head in her hands, Tonks’ words embarrassing her tremendously, believing that her friend had just informed everyone in the room that she had slept with Sirius. Hermione might have liked to believe that her dalliance with Sirius was a secret but the truth was very different. The only people who probably didn’t know were Molly and Ginny Weasley. Molly because no one was brave enough to inform her and Ginny because she thought the world revolved around her.
“I believe the dare was...” Sirius smirked.
“NO!” Hermione growled.
“So, double dare?” Fred asked trying to keep a straight face.
“I dare you to,” George said, pausing to pretend to think, “kiss Sirius.”
“That’s lame,” Fred mocked.
“Is not,” George defended.
“Is too,” Fred attacked.
“Oh shut up the pair of you,” Hermione groaned. “I’m not kissing Sirius.”
“We can dare you to do something else with your mouth, if you like,” Fred taunted.
“Fred!” Angelina exclaimed playfully slapping him around the back of the head, “Don’t be so crude.”
“That goes for you, too,” Katie told George before he had a chance to say anything.
Hermione opened her mouth to protest again, but before she had a chance to speak Sirius rose from his chair and stalked around the table. He yanked her from her seat and crushed his mouth to hers.
Hermione gripped Sirius shoulders, whether she was trying to pull him to her or push him away, even she didn’t know. She couldn’t hold back the small whimper when she felt Sirius run his tongue along her lips. She knew she should push him away; her mind was screaming at her to but for once she ignored it and listened to her body telling her to fuse herself to him.
She parted her lips and let Sirius deepen the kiss. At the first stroke of his tongue against hers, she lost all will to fight; she fisted her hands in his hair and pulled him closer. Pressing her body against his, she returned the kiss with equal ferocity. She sucked on Sirius’ tongue delighting in the ragged moan she tore from his throat.
Sirius gasped for air as he broke the kiss, taking in a few much needed breaths, he moved one of his hands up to Hermione’s face. Cupping her face gently, he rubbed his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips and groaned when he felt her tongue flick against his thumb. He lowered his face to hers again and captured his lips in another kiss, this one much gentler. He nibbled on her plump bottom lip making her mewl in pleasure. Smirking into the kiss, he parted her lips again and swept his tongue once again into the warm cavern of her mouth.
“Do you think they’ll let us watch?” Fred whispered, sniggering quietly.
Sirius broke the kiss again and turned his head, looking over his shoulder he glared at the people still in the room. “Get out,” he growled dangerously, his lust for Hermione taking over.
Fred and George both saw the dark look in his eyes and gulped. Jumping to their feet, they grabbed their girlfriends and ran to the door. Both knew that Sirius would never hurt Hermione and if she said no, Sirius would stop. But given the way Hermione was running her hands over Sirius' back, they both knew that wasn’t going to happen. With a “Have fun,” Fred and George scarpered into the night with Angelina and Katie.
“Sirius, that was rude,” Hermione chided.
“Do you care, kitten?” he asked running his hands down her back and grabbing her arse, pulling her to him. Hermione moaned in reply. “Didn’t think so,” he added smugly.
Crushing his lips to hers again, Sirius decided the time for games was over. He had Hermione back in his arms again and he had no intention of letting her go. Backing her up against the wall, he broke the kiss and trailed a string of kisses down her neck, nipping at her pulse point before soothing the sting with his lips. He ran his hands over Hermione’s body, his blood pumping through his veins making his body sing. Sirius marvelled at the things Hermione made him feel. All they had done so far was kiss and he was ready to come like an inexperienced schoolboy.
Not one to be idle, Hermione lifted herself on her tiptoes and began placing little kisses along Sirius’ jaw. She moved her hands down his chest and flicked open the buttons on his shirt. Opening the last button, she ran her hands over his bare chest loving the feel of his muscles. She rubbed her thumb over his right nipple before lowering her head and flicking her tongue over it. Raising her head she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.
Not to be out done, Sirius slipped his hands under Hermione’s blouse and lifted it up and over her head before dropping the garment to the floor. Reaching for Hermione, he claimed her lips again as he grasped her by the hips and lifted her up, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs and bunch around her hips. Pressing her into the wall, he ground his hips into her slowly.
“Sirius,” Hermione moaned breaking the kiss as she rubbed herself against him. She ran her hands through his hair before grabbing a handful and yanking hard.
“What?” he growled.
“Bedroom,” was all she said.
Pulling her away from the wall, Sirius carried Hermione through her house until he reached her bedroom. Holding onto her tightly, he kicked the bedroom door open before walking to her bed, climbing on it with Hermione still clinging to him. Then he laid her on the bed and settled over her.
Hermione ran her hands over Sirius muscular back, her legs still locked tightly around his waist, refusing to let him go.
Sirius forced Hermione to loosen her hold on him as he kissed a path down her body, paying special attention to her lace covered breasts. Moving lower he dipped his tongue in her belly button, making her giggle. Reaching the waistband of the skirt he unzipped it and dragged it down her legs and off her. Leaning back he stared at the beauty that lay before him, dressed only in her underwear and still wearing her high-heeled sandals. Sirius had never seen anyone more beautiful. Her chest heaved in excitement and Sirius had to lower himself over her again and bury his head in her chest. Sliding a hand underneath her, he raised Hermione up slightly and unhooked her bra; pulling it from her, he threw it aside.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, reacquainting himself with her curves. She was gorgeous and his memory had not done her justice. He dropped his head and ran his tongue over her left nipple, before pulling the pebbled nub into his mouth and suckling.
Hermione brought one of her hands up and cupped his head, encouraging him to feast on her. She slid her other hand between their bodies and ran it over the bulge in his jeans. Lowering the zipper, she slipped her small hand inside and grasped his erection, not at all surprised that he wasn’t wearing underwear. She moved her hand up and down his erection, wanting desperately to feel him inside her, filling her up.
Sirius moaned around her breast, her hand on him driving him crazy. Releasing her breast, he pulled her hand away from him and smirked at the whine of disappointment she made. He kissed his way down her body, his hands mapping the way as he went. When he reached her knickers-clad sex, he paused. Hooking his fingers into the lace material, he slowly pulled them down her legs, dropping them to the floor. He spread her legs further and settled between them. With his eyes on level with her sex, he refused to let her close her legs or feel embarrassed.
Holding her legs open, he placed little kisses on the sensitive flesh of her thighs. His mouth watered as he inhaled her unique scent. Lowering his head, he snaked out his tongue and gently ran it over her glistening sex. The small taste sent his senses into overdrive and he buried his face between her parted thighs.
Using his tongue and teeth, he drove Hermione to the edge. He alternated between penetrating her with his tongue and nibbling on her clit with his teeth.
Hermione buried her hands in his hair and pulled him closer to her dripping sex; the feeling of his mouth on her was driving her closer and closer to the edge. She sobbed in pleasure as she felt his lips close around her clit and suck hard but it still wasn’t enough to give her the bliss she so desperately sought.
Sirius could feel Hermione getting closer to her release. Sucking on her clit, he thrust two fingers inside her, curling them to just the right angle to hit that much sought out spot.
Hermione let out a low keening sound as she came, coating Sirius’ fingers with her juices. She reached for Sirius as her body hummed with pleasure.
Letting her come down from her high, Sirius stood up and unbuckled his jeans toeing off his boots and pushing the jeans down his legs so he could kick them off. Climbing back on the bed, he placed a soft kiss on her sex before rising up over her. Sirius brushed his lips over hers again, letting her taste herself on them; he moaned as he felt her tongue lick at his lips. Holding himself over her he looked deep into her eyes.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he told her, “because once we do this, I’m not letting you go. Not again.”
Hermione stared up at him not quite believing what she was hearing. Was he saying he wanted more than a fling with her? Had she been so wrong, when she had dismissed his interest in her as him simply wanting her because she said no? Was this her chance to finally have what she wanted? She wanted Sirius; she had never denied that, at least not to herself. Could she have her happily ever after? Hermione decided to take a chance. She could deal with the heartache if it went bad but she couldn’t deal with the regrets of not knowing.
Her decision made, she lifted her hand to his face and rubbed her thumb against his cheek. “Don’t stop,” was all she said.
Sirius gave her the brightest smile she had ever seen before claiming her lips again. The kiss spoke of possession, of passion and of love; it was the last part that Hermione clung to.
Unable to wait any longer, Sirius positioned himself over her. Holding himself at her entrance, he forced her to look into his eyes; once he held her gaze he pushed forward slowly penetrating her. He didn’t stop until he was encased deeply inside her warm body. He groaned at the feeling of her silken walls clutching him tightly. Slowly he rocked his hips, making her whimper.
Hermione clutched to Sirius and breathed deeply. She raised her hips, silently encouraging him to move; throwing her head back, she moaned as Sirius rocked into her. Moving her hand down his back, she grabbed hold of his arse as he began to thrust into her in earnest. She met him thrust for thrust, feeling the onset of a second orgasm building.
Sirius gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips with enough force to bruise. He thrust his pelvis into hers, beads of sweat sliding down his arched back. Lifting one of her legs higher, supporting it with his arm, he drove deeper into her body.
Hermione clawed at Sirius’ back as the sweet ball of tension coiled tighter, digging her nails into his shoulders as she thrashed her head side to side. As the world faded to this moment between her and Sirius, she pleaded with him to let her come.
Sirius gritted his teeth against the ecstasy his body was feeling and slid a hand between their joined bodies. Seeking out the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, he rubbed the slippery bud; he was determined to make sure she came with him. Taking the bundle between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched hard and felt her sleeve tightened around him.
“SIRIUS!” Hermione came with a shout, clutching to Sirius as her body shook with pleasure.
Gritting his teeth and riding through Hermione’s release, Sirius sought his own. He thrust hard into her quivering body. His hips jerked as he came hard in Hermione’s body, yelling her name and collapsing on top of her.
His weight crushed Hermione into the mattress but, instead of feeling suffocated, she felt protected and loved. She ran her hands up Sirius' sweat covered back, loving the play of muscle under her hands.
Once he had recovered enough, Sirius rolled onto his back. He reached out and drew Hermione to him, resting her head against his chest. Running his hand over her back before tangling it in her hair, he tilted her head up for a kiss. Looking over her naked body he laughed.
“Is something funny?” Hermione huffed.
“No, kitten, you’re perfect,” Sirius assured her.
“Then what are you laughing at?” she asked.
“You’ve still got your shoes on,” he smirked.
“That’s not very funny,” Hermione sighed not understanding why that amused him.
“It is,” he growled, kissing her again. Breaking the kiss he looked at her smugly. “I told you I’d have you in my bed again.”
Pushing herself up Hermione leant over him and smiled, “Actually, Sirius this is my bed, so you haven’t,” she said teasingly.
“Well, in that case,” Sirius growled. Sitting up he reached for his jeans and took his wand out of his pocket, “we better work on that next.”
“Sirius, no!” Hermione laughed as he reached for her. Wrapping her in his arms he Apparated them back to Grimmauld Place to make good on his promise.
