DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. I JUST LIKE PLAYING WITH SIRIUS.
Words: 1507
Rating: NC-17 (Pure Smut)
Genre: Romance (Its okay. Not a ending that will scare you off.)
Pairing: Come on, you should have guessed by now… Sirius/Hermione.
I came, and damn I came hard, in her sweet mouth. My sweet little Hermione. How we got to this point, I may never know. One moment I was arguing with her and the next moment she is sucking my cock. Did I mention how good the Gryffindor virgin is? Its like her mouth was meant for sucking my cock.
My hand reaches her unkempt hair, and pull her mouth out of my cock. Come on, I can’t let her have all the fun. It’s my turn. As she stands up, I notice her release on my carpet. Damn, if she came just by sucking me off, imagine when I ram my cock into her sweet little hole. I smirk, I watch her gaze at me with her eyes full of lust. Damn, I could spring hard, just my looking at her lust filled eyes.
As I get hard, I notice we aren’t doing anything, and I am not the kind of man that makes love. No my good fellows, I FUCK, and do a very good job at it, if I say so myself. I climb on top of her and start kissing her, my tongue almost down her throat, and she sucks on it hungrily as it was my dick. Damn, this girl. She soon begins to moan as I pull away, and starts to pant as I start sucking on the flesh of her neck.
Kissing and biting, until she is screaming for me to release her somehow, release her from this impenetrable ache. I smirk on her neck, as I feel this witch clinging on to me as her life depended on it. I work my way down to her lovely pair of breasts. “Beautiful” I murmur. That is actually the first word that left my mouth, since we started this escapade. I start to nipple at her hardened pink nipples, as she moans frantically, my other hand is squeezing her other hardened nipple. She is arching up her hips, still looking for an escape, but moaning even louder when I don’t comply. I again smirk, but this time on her breast.
As my tongue circles her nipple, her hands are searching for my cock hoping to get a little more control, but as fast as my reflexes can be, stop her before she reaches her destination. Typical Hermione, always wants control. But no, not with me. I am the dominate, the master, the king, or whatever you want to call me in this situation. She is in my control now, no escape but to wait until I comply to any of her needs.
I slowly move more south, nearing her belly button, I hear a fainted giggle from her as I realize that the stubbles from my chin were tickling her belly. I almost playfully start rubbing my chin around her belly, soon I trace my around the places my chin tickled. Again getting a scorching moan from her. Damn, what a wild kitty. I inwardly smirk.
My head goes south once again this time reaching her pretty pussy. I smell her, this smell brings my mouth to water. The smell of roses, vanilla, and a musky scent all her own. I lick my lips, I can see her eyes burning on to me, wondering if I would actually eat her pretty little cunt. Well, of course I am. My hand slowly begins to part her folds, she arches her hips once again at this sudden contact. She brings to wither as my fingers near her clit. I move my index up and down, pressing her clit as I do so. She shudders a pleasurable yell as my fingers make contact with her clit. I smell her again, but this time I can’t help but taste her. I lick between her folds, as I hear her let out a cry of sheer pleasure.
I take my time licking, sucking, and playfully biting her pretty pink clit. I start to lick downward again, reaching her center. She is now, once again screaming in sheer pleasure. Damn, we Gryffindor’s are loud aren’t we? I laugh into her pussy, which I am guessing is probably sending her vibrations from her pussy because she is beginning to shake. I grab her hips, and insert my tongue in her tiny whole. I am a man who does not need to use fingers. My tongue does the trick every time. I am to distracted by my delicious feast to even notice her earsplitting moans. I begin to fuck her to my tongue rapidly, her piercing scream isn’t really doing anything to stop my ministrations, but I became even more aroused, if that possible hearing her scream. I finally begin to feel her walls clamping against my tongue as I feel her warm release into my mouth. I suck all of the juices out of her cunt eagerly, savoring her unique taste.
Again, I am on top of her with less than 5 seconds passing, and start to kiss her belligerently. I notice a faint whimper, as she tastes herself in my mouth, her own tongue scraping all the release I’ve savoring. I squeeze her breast hard, and I am on her mouth. We kiss frantically, until she finally needed air, as did I. I place my big, hardened, beautiful, and did I mention BIG shaft toward her entrance.
She looks at me, this time her eyes, holding something other than simply lust. It held a feeling that, I, myself never experienced. Finally the thought hit me as I realized that, to her, this is more than just a release she needed before the war. She gave her virginity to me, because she loved me? As my cock yearns to be inside Hermione, I realize the mistake I am about to make. To rid this girl of her innocence. I completely misjudged her. Her gift of love, and innocence would truly mean nothing to me, as I am a womanizer. I shake my head at her and mention to climb off of her, as she pulls me back for a kiss. Never in my life had, the Sirius Black, that I know experienced a kiss like that. It wasn’t full of lust, no, it was far more than that. It contained passion, desire, and love impending from it. It was the most wonderful experience in the world. I felt my eyes automatically closed, never did that happen. I am always in content of my feelings. She pulls out from the kiss and gazes at me. I feel her eyes linger on my face, as she waits for me to open my eyes. I finally comply, I give in. My eyes are expressionless, she notices this, and a flicker of sadness washed over her eyes.
As I am still positioned at her entrance, I do my cock a flavor, as I enter into her scorching cunt with one long stroke. She screams out my name in pure ecstasy and pain. I feel her breathing hard, trying to get used to the pain. I slowly kiss her on the mouth to reassure her that tonight was going to be pleasurable.
I begin to move in and out slowly inside her cunt, she bites her lip hard, in order for her not to scream out loud. She bites on to her lips so hard that she draws blood. I smile, as I lick the blood that dripped from her luscious cherry lips. The sweet metallic flavor made me even more aroused. I begin to increase my pace, once I realized that she settled into my cock just fine. Again, she is whimpering, moaning, calling out to the gods, calling out for me, begging for me to keep going, and all I can do is comply. I feel a tightening around my balls, as I comprehend that I will ejaculate soon. I begin to increase my speed, harder, and harder, until she is screaming my name. The most deafening scream yet. I feel her walls tightening in on my engorged cock, as I feel her juices burst from within, that seems to be the push I needed for myself to climax, and shoot my release into her cunt. I shudder. I am out of breath, and I pull out of her cunt.
My cock feels cold, yet relaxed all the same without her walls surrounding them. I finally look at her, as she does me. She pulls me for another kiss, and I wrap my arms around her. “I love you” she murmurs, and I smile. I can’t believe I am falling in love. I kiss her on her forehead, with a smile on my face, as I fall into the best slumber I’ve had in years.
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A/N: Smut... yeah I know... No plot... but I just felt like writing smut. Review...
Disclaimer: I only play with Sirius, no, I don’t own him. But I wish I did.
Words: 3289
Ship: Who do you think? If you haven’t guessed it’s Sirius/Hermione.
Rating: NC-17 (again smut… but with plot this time)
Genre: Romance.
Hermione smirked knowingly. She had him, after long last.
Hermione, wasn’t anything like your average girl. Nope, she was exceedingly clever, witty, beautiful, and full of life. All her life she was used to getting what she wanted, whether it was using her brains, wit, or sometimes even sheer luck. But, this wasn’t sheer luck, nope. Many, would believe “Little Ms. Hermione Granger” would never come up with something sneaky as this. Hermione was willing to bet if by any chance was she a pureblood she would have definitely ended up in Slytherin.
Hermione, had an infatuation. No, it wasn’t your average infatuation no. With, Hermione Granger nothing was ever average. It was all or nothing. With, Hermione everything needed to be perfect, or as perfect as it would get. Everything she wanted, or needed had a dutiful purpose toward Hermione. But the most craziest thing she ever wanted was a man whom she thought she would never get, well… up until now that is. She had the perfect plan.
5 Years Ago Grimmauld Place
Hermione watched as he gulped down another glass of fire whiskey. ‘The nerve of this man’ thought Hermione angrily. ‘How can he actually be sad that Harry was not expelled from Hogwarts?’ Hermione continued to watch him, looking at his impenetrable gaze at the empty glass bottle in front of him. A tear slid down his eye. Hermione, didn’t care much for Sirius Black, but she couldn’t stop a prang in her heart when she saw that tear fall. Maybe there was more to Sirius Black than what meets the eye. Suddenly she heard Sirius say her name. She jumped. ‘Shit’ She didn’t want to be caught spying on Sirius. But then she looked at Sirius from the cupboard she was hiding behind, he wasn’t addressing her, but just murmuring her name. ‘Odd’ Hermione shifted her head to get a better glance. She saw Sirius’s head fall back, his eyes closed, and his elegant hands stoking his hardened member. Hermione mouth fell open, as she let out a gasp. But Sirius didn’t hear her. He kept on with his ministrations on his hardened cock. Hermione looked mesmerized. She felt a tingling between her legs, a feeling she had never felt before. She closed her thighs together to get the ache between her legs to stop, but only increased as she continued to watch Sirius. He was chanting her name. Hermione bit her lips. She couldn’t believe Sirius Black. The Sirius Black, ex convict, ex Marauder, and womanizer was fantasizing about Hermione Granger. Hermione’s nipples were rock hard, she didn’t know what to do. The right thing in this situation would of course be to walk away… but she couldn’t leave. This ache needed to go, and she knew whom to go to.
She gathered up her Gryffindor courage, and stood up. She moved past the cupboard, and opened his bedroom. Sirius jumped. His cock coated with his release, as was his hands. He looked flushed, as well as painfully aroused seeing her.
“Sirius” whispered Hermione.
Sirius didn’t speak just watched her, waiting to see what she would do next. He knew he deserved every ounce of it. He shouldn’t have been thinking about Hermione. He shouldn’t have urges for a witch 19 years younger than him. He shouldn’t be having feelings for his godson’s best friend. No. He deserved to be shunned by everyone.
Hermione hadn’t moved, just stared as his face showed signs of regret, and remorse. He still hadn’t covered up his glory. Just looked at her. Hermione moved closer, and closer until she was inches apart from him. And without Sirius realizing what she was doing, she kissed him. Kissed him with all the passion she could possibly have. Sirius was torn between lust, and confusion. Millions of thoughts ran threw his head, but fell flat once he found Hermione deepening the kiss. Her toned legs circled his waist, as he fell back on to the bed kissing her feverishly. Sirius rolled her over, and attacked her neck, with his mouth. Biting, licking, and sucking the flesh. Hermione was moaning uncontrollably. He kissed her again, but thoughts entered his head again. ‘This is Hermione. Oh my god.’ Sirius jumped off of her, and fled the room. Leaving behind a distressing, unsatisfied, and grieving Hermione.
After that incident Sirius refused to speak with her. Anytime she entered a room, he would leave, anytime she paused to talk to him, he looked the other way. He acted as if she didn’t exist, as she was only his godsons best friend. No one of great importance. Ever since then Hermione hadn’t even uttered a full sentence to Sirius.
End of Flashback
“Hermione dear, have you seen Sirius anywhere?” asked a distraught Mrs. Weasley.
“No, Mrs. Weasley” replied Hermione innocently, with a knowing smile that went unnoticed by Mrs. Weasley.
“Well dear if you see him, make sure he gets his rear end to the Borrow.” said Mrs. Weasley.
“Sure will.” replied Hermione, waiting for her to leave already, so she can be by herself.
“Dear aren’t you coming along?” asked Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione faltered a bit. “Umm yeah, I just wanted to clean up for Harry and Sirius.” said Hermione smiling.
Satisfied with the answer Mrs. Weasley kissed her on the cheek and apparated out of Grimmauld Place.
Hermione, again, smirked knowingly. ‘Tonight is the night. But for now, let him suffer for the hell he put me through these years’ thought Hermione.
Hermione made her way up to the grand bathrooms of Grimmauld Place. She strolled towards the large mirror next to the sink. She eyed her reflection. Bright chocolate eyes, pouty cherry lips, a well angled nose, a slim waist line, perky breasts, and a quite nice arse if she says so herself. She pulled of her shirt, following her jeans, until she was left with her cotton white panties, and the matching bra. Hermione clicked her tongue and frowned. ‘This won’t do.’ She bent over towards her jeans, that were lying on the floor, and reached into the pocket and pulled out her wand. She smirked again. Hermione pointed her wand at her cotton panties, and it turned into a black g-string. Hermione then picked up her fallen jeans and again pointed her wand at them, turning the plain blue jeans into a see-through lace mini skirt. Then, she pointed the wait toward her bra, and watched as the plain white bra she had on turned into a black baby doll bustier. She smirked as she saw herself, never in her life would she dream about doing this.
She was fed up, and she knew if her plan worked tonight, she would have the man that has haunted every single one of her dreams. Hermione, then did some hair and make-up charms to make her look even more appealing. Her make-up was light, plain, but showed the beauty of her face. Her hair, fell in dangerous wild curls, giving her a completely wonton look. Hermione looked in the mirror once again, and realized she was missing something. She looked absolutely delectable but what was missing. But then the thought came to her. She bent over again, and picked up her t-shirt that she wore, which was lying on the floor, and again pointed her wand at it. The shirt turned into a large black whip. At long last Hermione was satisfied, as she finally made her way towards the attic, knowing that this day would change her life forever.
Sirius awoke, from his slumber. The last thing he remembered before falling a sleep was seeing Hermione. He firmly opened his eyes to take in his surroundings. He frowned. Why was he in the attic? Wasn’t it Charlie’s wedding tonight? What was he doing sleeping in the attic? Just then Sirius realized he had to scratch his face, right when he was going to bring his hands up to his face to scratch his face, he noticed he couldn’t move his hands. Sirius panicked. ‘What the fuck?’ Sirius then realized his feet were unmovable as well. He gasped. ‘What the fuck is going on? And why the fuck am I naked?’ Then the thought hit him. Hermione.
Just then a thin figure, roughly around 5’6, with wild curls appeared near the door of the attic. Sirius couldn’t make out the face, but knew who it was just by her smell. Hermione slowly walked towards Sirius, just stopping at the foot of his bed. She looked up at him, and gave him a vivacious smile, which Sirius responded with a glare. Hermione’s smile turned into a frown.
“Let. The. Binds. Loose. NOW!!!” roared Sirius, scaring the daylights out of Hermione, which caused her to jump back.
Never, in the entire life that she knew Sirius has he ever screamed at her. He usually just ignored her most of the time. Hermione was beginning to think that her plan might not work. Hermione bit her lip, as she stared at the floor. When she finally looked up, she found Sirius’s gaze on her body observing every tiny detail. Suddenly, as fast as all her self-doubt came, it went. She regained her composure, and trailed a nail from Sirius’s temple to his jaw. Sirius winced at her touch, and gulped. Hermione smirked once again.
Sirius looked up at Hermione, again tried his hardest to stop blood flowing to his penis. He did not want this. It was not right. She was 19 years younger than him. No.
“Untie me Hermione, and I will forget this ever happened.” said Sirius quietly.
Hermione clicked her tongue. “Now, now, love, there will be no forgetting after tonight.” she whispered in his ear, as she bit his ear lobe. Sirius closed his eyes to shut her out, he couldn’t do this. He just couldn’t. He almost made the mistake once, and he was NOT about to do it again.
Finally an idea hit his head. “You….do… know this is rape right? Without my consent.” said Sirius gasping, because Hermione was now circling her tongue around his nipple. She just looked up at him and smirked.
“Is that what you think?” asked Hermione raising an eyebrow.
Sirius didn’t speak just shot glares at her. Hermione waved them of as nothing.
“Okay. Lets play a battle of wills. If you really don’t want me, we don’t have to do anything. If I don’t have you willing to fuck the shit out my cunt within the next 15 minutes, I will never come your way ever again.” said Hermione.
Sirius glared, still didn’t speak.
“Fine, I see you will not agree, how about I make it easier for you. I won’t touch you. I will make you touch me yourself.” said Hermione daring him to tell her no.
Sirius’s cock throbbed at the wantonness of her voice. “No.” Sirius spoke firmly.
“A Marauder backing out of a bet?” asked Hermione as she shook her head in a mocking manner. “Pitiful” added Hermione knowing she pushed the right button.
Sirius clenched his teeth, his nostrils flared.
“You look like Snape when you do that.” said Hermione, still smirking at him.
Sirius was more than angry. He was angry, randy, erect, and did I mention RANDY. And not to mention the fact that the wrench compared him to Snape. That nasty greasy git.
Through clenched teeth Sirius bit out a “Fine. 15 minutes wrench. Then your time is up, and you leave. And remember, don’t lay a finger on me.”
Hermione smiled. “As you wish.” whispered Hermione.
Hermione sat down on the couch that was right to the bed, giving Sirius a perfect view of her. Never moving her eyes from Sirius, she slowly began to rub her thighs, slowly, and teasingly spreading them. Giving Sirius a view, of her pretty black satin covered pussy. Sirius wanted badly to close his eyes, but couldn’t, he eyes had permanently glued themselves on Hermione’s cunt. Sirius noticed a wet spot through her black satin g-string. Hermione slowly licked her lips. Leisurely Hermione began to pull of her g-sting, giving Sirius a full view of her shaven cunt. The lips of her cunt glinting with her juices. Hermione gradually placed her hand between her lips, and spreading them, so Sirius could get a full view of her clit and all the glory that goes along with it. Sirius gazed at her pussy, as if he had seen nothing more beautiful. Finally he noticed something odd. He noticed that a brownish thing sticking out her tiny hole. He quirked his eyebrow.
Hermione’s gaze slowly turned into a smile when she realized, that Sirius had finally spotted his wand. Slowly Hermione pulled Sirius’s want out of her soaked cunt. Sirius’s jaw dropped. He had yet to see something so arousing, ever, and I mean EVER, in his life. Hermione closed her eyes, as she finally pulled the wooden stick out of her cunt. Sirius saw that Hermione’s juices were covered in his cherry wood, 11 inch wand. His mouth began to salivate, looking at the erotic sight in front of him.
Hermione brought his wand to her mouth, and began to lick her juices off of Sirius’s wand. She closed her eyes as she swallowed her juices Then continued on sucking and licking on his wand.
“I wonder if your cock is as long as your wand Sirius. Do you want this? Do you want your cock to be in my mouth instead of your wand?” asked Hermione softly.
Sirius’s member was throbbing painfully, as he prayed to himself, that he will get out of this. He will NOT give in!
Hermione took his wand out of her mouth, and soon started to plunge his wand in and out of her tiny hole. As she wandfucked herself she began to squeeze, and rub her nipples.
“Sirius, Sirius, Sirius” murmured Hermione, as she continued to wandfuck herself.
Sirius tried closing his eyes, but that didn’t help. He could still hear, and smell her. Sometimes it sucked being a animagus, and this was one of those times. Sirius knew he would have to see a good healer, or have a fine wanking job later, if didn’t want to suffer blue balls.
“Sirius.” Hermione spoke again, pulling his wand out of her cunt.
Sirius looked at her, she was glistening with sweat, her cheeks flushed, lust and love filled eyes awaiting him.
“I need you. I love you. 15 minutes are over. You can go, or stay.” said Hermione as a tear rolled down her eye. She pointed his wand at him and removed the binds. She turned around so she would have to see him leave. Many droplets of tears began to fall from her eyes.
“My wand.” whispered Sirius.
Hermione threw his wand at him without giving him a second glance. Within in seconds, Hermione found herself landing on the bed that Sirius was previously lying on, with her hands and feet both binded. She gasped.
Sirius still glared at her. “Playing with fire is not good Hermione. One could get burned.” spoke Sirius softly. Staring intently at her as a predator does his prey.
Hermione didn’t speak, she didn’t know what was happening. Was he finally giving in? Or did he plan of leaving her like this? Her question was answered right away when she found Sirius’ lips forced on hers. His kiss was anything but loving. It was filled it anger, passion, possession, brutally, and lust. Sirius slowly began to rub and squeeze her nipples violently, and Hermione began to wither and whimper under him. He released Hermione from the kiss, as he began his torture on her neck, as he silently but dangerously whispered.
“I am gonna teach you not to fuck with Sirius Black. And wrench I am going to teach you good.” whispered Sirius, as he bit on Hermione’s nipple, not as hard to draw blood but hard enough. Hermione cried out, whether it was from the pleasure or the pain, Sirius did not know. Sirius began tracing circles around Hermione pert nipple with his tongue, as she kept withering and moaning underneath his weight. Sirius began to rub his arousal on her centre, as Hermione let out a sob.
In seconds Sirius had Hermione by her hair, and his member positioned at her centre, as he plunged his member into Hermione as she did with his wand. It was anything but gentle, Sirius knew she was a virgin. He didn’t care, she pushed him to far, it was she, who created this monster, and it was her that was going to get his full wrath. Sirius went in and out of her whole as roughly as he could, and Hermione moaning, crying, and screaming his name.
Hermione was pulled up toward Sirius by her hair, again as he kissed her mercilessly. The kiss was fiery, but gradually grew passionate, as she last remembered his kisses. Sirius began to slow down his stokes, and he laid her gently on the bed, as he started to kiss every part of her body he ended up bruising due to his dominating ways. He slowly and fanatically began to lick her neck, tracing his tongue all the way down to her nipples and sucking on it gently. Hermione was moaning endlessly. It was as if she died and went to heaven. Not even in her dreams had she had this much pleasure from the one man who held her heart that the palm of his hands. Sirius was continuing to slowly stoke his cock in and out of her. Hermione’s moans soon began turning into pleads for him to go faster, and Sirius complied. Sirius increased his speed as he continued to kiss Hermione passionately, his tongue tasting her unique minty flavor of her mouth. Sirius swallowed Hermione’s moans, as he continued ravishing her mouth. Moments later, after many hard thrusts Sirius felt a tightening around his balls, as he felt Hermione’s walls tightening around him. They were both so close to their climax, but neither wanted to do it without the other. Sirius began to trust harder, and harder until he began hitting her g-spot with every thrust. When finally Hermione let out a shriek like a banshee as she came, and Sirius with a grunt as he shot his release up her cunt.
Both were breathing hard, as Sirius pulled out of her, and wrapped his arm around her possessively. Hermione closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to take over her, when she heard Sirius speak.
“You will never get out of this, you know. You belong to me now. If you even try the consequences are dire love.” spoke Sirius seriously.
Hermione looked at him. “I’ve been waiting 5 years for you to claim me and I never backed out of anything before. I love you Sirius, you, and only you. And if you want it to be, I will only be yours.” spoke Hermione softly, as she brushed some of his black hair out of his face.
Sirius sighed as he kissed her hard on the lips, and spoke “Hope you know what you are getting into little girl.” before drifting of into a peaceful slumber.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. Don’t forget to review!! I wanted Hermione to be a seducer… I don’t know why. Lol. Review… and yes, my inspiration for tying Sirius up was from an avatar that WickedSwanz had…. THIS IS FOR YOU CHICKA!
Disclaimer: I neither own the characters nor the song.
Author: SexyMalfoyLover1 SiriuslyInLuv71 Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Hermione was fuming. Her face red, her hair wild, and her fists clenched. She would be a murderer by the time she was done with him tonight. She couldn’t believe he would sink so low. She had already told him her views on the situation at hand, she told him that she would think about it. She couldn’t believe he had gotten her fired. By the time she apparated to Grimmauld Place, in their living room sat Sirius Black smirking at her. If Hermione were a cartoon, smoke would be releasing from her ears. She pointed at shaken finger at Sirius, which didn’t even stir her. He just sat on the couch innocently smiling at her. Innocent, Hermione would have snorted.
“You….You….you!” stuttered Hermione, still unable to control her anger.
Sirius smirked. “Hermione, I am appalled. You, out of everyone should know how to let out a proper sentence” said Sirius, as his lips twisted, trying to hide the laughter.
It's just the cutest thing
When you get to fussing (cussing)
Hermione looked absolutely deranged. “I can’t believe you did that! What is the matter with you!?!?” asked Hermione, her cheeks flushed, her nose flared.
Sirius raised his eyebrows, faking innocence. “My dear Hermione, what did I do?” asked Sirius, giving her his best puppy eyed smile.
I don't mean no disrespect
When I start staring
Her teeth clenched, her eyes murderous. “You very well know what you did. You got me fired! You arsehole!” yelled Hermione as she grabbed the nearest vase and flung it directly at Sirius, which he luckily ducked. Thank god for Quidditch. Sirius let out a laugh.
“Go ahead. I didn’t like that vase anyways. If you don’t mind me saying… have a go at my mothers portrait.” said Sirius grinning.
Yelling and throwing things
I just wanna eat you up
Hermione let out a frustrated yell. She could not believe him, after that horrid lie, he still had the nerve to look her in the eye and grin. That idiot. She looked at him, anger filled every fiber of her eyes, her chocolate brown eyes, reflecting a hint of gold due to her anger. Sirius just smiled, and licked his lips. Her cheeks flushed.
“Bad day at work honey?” asked Sirius sweetly. Too sweetly.
Knowing that it makes you madder (uh, oh)
I'm sorry but seeing you mad is so sexy
Hermione walked toward him, her face inches away from his, and screamed “I WAS FIRED! YOU STUPID ARSEHOLE!!! YOU GOT ME FIRED!!! HOW COULD YOU!!!!!!!!!”
Sirius straightened his face. “You know, your eyes have a shade of honey in them. It only comes out when your mad.” said Sirius naturally, just staring into her eyes and smiling.
Hermione bit her lip in frustration.
“Mione, look at your temper. No wonder they fired you.” said Sirius, as he inwardly tried to hide the snicker that was about to come out.
Could it be the little wrinkle over your nose
When you make your angry face
Hermione wanted nothing more than to strangle the hell out of Sirius Black. Or even worse push him back through the veil.
“You stupid jerk! You got me fired! I told you I would consider quitting! That did not mean I wanted to be fired.” yelled Hermione.
“Your so sexy when your mad.” whispered Sirius.
Hermione let out a frustrated yell.
That makes me wanna just take off all your clothes
And sex you all over the place
Hermione began to pace back in forth around the living room, and Sirius staring at her with dark eyes. Again, Hermione pointed a finger at her.
“You will owl my boss tomorrow, and say it was you who complained about me, in order to get me fired.” ordered Hermione.
Sirius arched his eyebrow and replied with a soft “No.”
Could it be the lil' way you storm around
That makes me wanna tear you down
Hermione abruptly stopped pacing. “What?” dared Hermione.
Sirius didn’t reply, just continued gazing at her, he wasn’t even looking at her face, his dark stormy grey eyes focused on the curve of her breasts.
“HELLO?” Hermione yelled, trying to get his attention.
Sirius jumped. “Wha-wha?” asked Sirius.
“Are you listening to me?” asked Hermione.
“No, to busy looking at your breasts darling.” said Sirius, his gaze targeting the curve of her breasts once again.
Every time you scream at me
I wanna kiss you
Hermione flushed. “How dare you!!! After what you did! You have the audacity to even stare at me!! Just because you want to be a unemployed bastard all your life, doesn’t mean I want to as well!” yelled Hermione.
Sirius stopped staring at her, his face lost all the amusement. His dark eyes focused on her. “I may be an unemployed bastard Hermione, but this is the unemployed bastard’s home you live in, that on your hand is the unemployed bastard’s 1600 gallon ring your wearing, those robes were also supported by the unemployed bastard, so hon, what does that make you? Being supported by an unemployed bastard?” sneered Sirius, his faced slowly inched with rage, as he bit each sentence out.
Hermione looked as if she has been slapped. She didn’t know what to do. Cry or….
SMACK!
Sirius felt a sharp pain hit him across his cheek, where automatically his hand touched. Hermione stared at him, tears and fury filled her eyes. It took Sirius a while to comprehend what just happened. Then when the thought finally sunk in, he fumed. He grabbed Hermione by the wrist and pinned her against the wall. Hermione began to twist her wrists, to shake Sirius’ hand off. She struggled under his hold but he didn’t budge. Sirius’ leg secured hers in place, so she wouldn’t be able to kick him.
“Sirius Black! Unhand me right now!” spoke Hermione fiercely.
“No” whispered Sirius in her ear, tightening his hold, and getting a whiff of Hermione scent.
Baby when you put your hands on me
I wanna touch you
And when we get to arguing
Just gotta kiss you
Without wasting another second, Sirius covered his mouth with hers. Hermione began to protest, but the possessiveness of Sirius’ kiss caused her to groan, which Sirius took as a hint to shove his tongue in her mouth. Rapidly exploring every corner of her mouth, causing Hermione to moan in his mouth. His hands began rubbing circles around her hips, his hips grinding against her stomach so she can slightly feel his arousal. The kiss continued, until both of them found out that air had been a necessity. After releasing Hermione’s mouth from his own, Sirius looked Hermione in the eyes.
Baby, I don't know why it's like that
But you're just so damn sexy
When you're mad
“You’re pregnant love. You shouldn’t be working.” whispered Sirius as he began to stroke her neck with his rough hands.
Hermione glared at him again. “That gives you the right to owl the Ministry and tell them I am taking brides?” gritted out Hermione.
Sirius chucked… “Yes?” he said uncertainly.
Hermione bit her lip, to keep her from screaming and possibly slapping him again.
Baby, don't think I don't take you seriously
But I just can't help the fact that your attitude excites me (so exciting)
And you know ain't nothing better
Sirius snickered at her obvious attempt to keep from screaming. “But you even said, you would consider quitting now that you are pregnant. I mean come on, its not like we have galleons to worry about. I have galleons to last the next 20 generations of Blacks.” said Sirius.
Hermione frowned. “This isn’t about galleons Sirius! It’s about principal. I mean just seconds ago you basically said you support me.” said Hermione, still frowning.
“Well, you also called me unemployed bastard love.” said Sirius, bringing his hands down from her neck to her shoulders, and slowly began to message her shoulders.
Then when we get
Mad together and have angry sex (I'll blow you out)
Then we forget what we were mad about
Hermione’s eyes were closed as she spoke. “But that… is the reason I want to continue working. For my independence I am not one of those women who are after you only for your money Sirius. Its more than that. I love you.”
Sirius sighed. “I love you too, and if you love me as much as you say you do, you will not work anymore.”
Hermione leaned in captured Sirius’s lips with hers, Sirius deepened the kiss. Both lost in each other embraced, to forget that they were discussing Hermione’s independence. Hermione’s hand sunk into Sirius’ button-down shirt as Sirius pulled her waist closer to him so their bodies were rubbing simultaneously.
Every time you scream at me
I wanna kiss you
Baby when you put your hands on me
I wanna touch you
And when we get to arguing
Just gotta kiss you
Baby, I don't know why it's like that
But you're just so damn sexy
Hermione broke the kiss, and began licking, and biting on the fleshes of his neck, while slowly rubbing on his torso, to extract a groan from Sirius. Sirius smirked “I should get you mad for often.”
Hermione stopped, and suddenly began to laugh. “And I should smack you more often.”
They continued the stripping of clothes. Continued the moaning, biting, sucking, kissing, and groaning, until they were relaxed on their bed in each others arms, each holding a smile that nothing can falter. They lay in there bed in silence, until Sirius broke it.
“Still mad love?” asked Sirius as he arched his eyebrows.
Hermione smirked, and leaned in to kiss him. “Yep.” said Hermione as she grinned mischievously.
Every time you scream at me
I wanna kiss you
Baby when you put your hands on me
I wanna touch you
And when we get to arguing
Just gotta kiss you
Baby, I don't know why it's like that
But you're just so damn sexy
When you're mad
***
A/N: I was so bored, and I was listening to Ne-Yo... so there you go.
Title: False Acceptance
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I owned the Potter world, I would make Sirius Black my personal slave.
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst
Ships: Sirius/Hermione, and Remus/Harry
Words: 8,846
She smirked as she looked at the reflection in the mirror. Today was the day she finally got her revenge. Today was the day her dreams were going to come true. She was going to get everything she wanted today, after tonight, she will have everything. After tonight she will have Sirius Black.
Oh, how long she awaited this moment. Not only was she going to get revenge on that mudblood Hermione Granger, but she will also have the most powerful, most richest, and most handsomest man in the Wizarding world. She smirked again, that same smirk she has when she writes a juicy article. Rita Skeeter, no, Rita Skeeter…soon to be Rita Black was giggling gleefully. ‘That bitch is going to get hers today. I have the only thing she ever wanted. That mud blood’s lesson is learned.’ Rita looked up that the mirror and smirked once again, how truly gleefully happy she was today. She is one step away from everything she ever wanted, and in couple of hours… she will have everything.
Ron awoke with a grin plastered on his face. A smell of vanilla, and fresh mint ensnared his nostrils. He smiled. He finally had his Hermione, and she wasn’t going anywhere. Waking up with her right next to him, seemed more than what heaven could offer in Ron’s head. Even if she didn’t love him, it didn’t matter, as long as she was his. ‘His’. Hermione now belonged to him, no one could take her now. She willingly gave herself to him. Only with a little bit of persuasion. ‘But really did she have to know?’ Ron thought back to his ingenious plan. Ron face plastered a smirk full of cunningness and treachery as he remembered that day, he formulated his plan. To win Hermione.
FLASHBACK
A news was announced yesterday, at precisely 8:08 p.m. at Grimmauld Place that shocked nearly everyone half to death, expect for two people. Harry Potter, and Remus Lupin whom both knew of this prior engagement between the two pupils. Remus Lupin and Harry Potter whom, both had their share of shocking news were slightly content that the shock, gasps, and yells cornered both on Sirius and Hermione.
***
Remus whom, was divorced a year back due to an affair he had with Harry Potter. Both, loved each other unmercifully, and Remus found comfort in him, that he never found in Nymphdora. Remus never even called her by her first name, it was always by her surname. Now what kind of relationship was that? With Harry, he could bury his cock in plain bliss, with Harry he could forget, with Harry he could release the monster deep within his heart. At first it wasn’t love that attracted Remus to Harry, it was pure lust. Remus knew it was wrong to feel this way, considering the fact that he was a married man, and the fact that Harry was 19 years younger than him didn’t help the matter. But to his surprise, Harry looked past all of that, and truly seen Remus Lupin for the man who he really is. Tonks, or Nymphdora as he would really like to call his wife, never knew him, or understood him. She always thought that he was self-pitying himself, which he was, and had every right to. That self-pitying view point of Remus Lupin led into the attraction that filled Nymphdora’s heart. Which soon escalated to love. True she loved him with her all. But she never really known the man behind the self-pity. Never known that Remus had sexual urges of a fully fledged werewolf most of the time, never known that Remus preferred men, never known that Remus loved rare meat, never known that Remus once loved James Potter. But as Harry entered his life, he picked up on everything without getting Remus to utter a single word about it and accepted him with open arms. For the first time in Harry’s life, he ever cursed his father, for breaking Remus’ heart. It wasn’t easy for Harry to conquer the love of Remus Lupin, obstacles were thrown his way, but this is the boy who defeated the darkest wizard of all time, how hard is it going to be to get his man, his werewolf, his fantasy, Remus Lupin. Harry consistently pursued and offered himself to Remus at every chance, Remus mostly all the time angrily threw him off. Remus kept on telling him the same lines “I am not gay Harry, it’s not right for you to be feeling this way. Plus I am married, even if I wasn’t I still would not court you. Now please stand aside.” It was consistently the same lines, until one day Harry said something that changed everything. That caught him at his most vulnerable heart clenching moment. When Harry said the words, that had been buried in his heart, since his first and only heartbreak. “You were in love with him weren’t you?” Those were the words Harry needed to wheel in Remus Lupin, and he took the bait. Remus glared at Harry angrily when those words were spoken. Remus denied everything Harry threw his way, up until Remus couldn’t hold back any longer. Soon Harry found himself pinned against the wall, Remus’ tongue down his throat, and Harry’s hands inside Remus’ trousers. The first encounter with Remus was anything but gentle, who knew that the gentle man that everyone accepted Remus as, had so much unreleased anger deep inside him. Remus didn’t even kiss Harry at all during the first escapade, only when he pinned Harry against the wall. Remus shoved his cock unmercifully down Harry’s hot mouth. Remus gagged Harry so hard, he coughed up blood. But Harry didn’t care, he took it. Remus kept on throwing him glances to see him retort, push him away, but Harry didn’t budge. That made Remus soften his gaze on him but didn’t seize to pull Remus out of his possessor mode. Remus then pulled Harry by the hair, and pushed his head back roughly against the wall, and turned him around, and without warning Remus’ dripping, long, thick, and sweet cock plunged against Harry’s arse. Harry had never been in so much pain and pleasure ever. He had his share of sexual experiences, but none could top what Remus Lupin was doing to him now. Each thrust penetrating him, and stretching him further and further. His thrusts were hard, and meant to be painful, to show Harry he wasn’t worth loving, that he couldn’t love, and also Remus soon figured it was also an escape. An escape from the façade he puts on for people, for there own sheer pleasure. After that encounter, and a couple of more sessions of fucking Harry, did Remus slowly began to open up with Harry, and soon both parties found themselves deeply in love. They both knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. Remus was reluctant to let Tonks know, but once he did, Tonks understood. She really did love him enough to let him go. Remus wanted to see her happy, with a man whom deserved her in everyway, not himself. He finally found his happiness in Harry.
***
That’s why when they were the first to be notified by both Sirius and Hermione about their on going affair. No one understood more than Remus and Harry, whom been through their fair share of hardships. Sirius and Hermione, just like both Remus and Harry, needed their share of happiness, and if they found it in each other, Remus and Harry couldn’t have been happier. So when the news floated their ears, it wasn’t that big of a surprise. Harry kept on telling Remus he expected it, but Remus never paid him no heed, until Sirius approached him. Sirius and Hermione decided to approach the easy ones first which were Remus and Harry. Now what was left was the Weasley Clan, more like the Weasley Klux Clan, as Sirius called them.
Upon hearing the news, people had shocked faces. Asked many ridiculous questions, such as “Hermione dear, are you under the imperious curse?” a certain fat lard of a woman named Molly Weasley asked, or “Sirius, you got money man, surely you can purchase a couple of whores?” asked a amused Fred Weasley, or the most famous “How did it happen?” asked by mostly everyone. Sirius and Hermione went along all of their questions, and listened to the taunts they received by Molly Weasley only catching certain words that escaped her mouth such as “Disgusting”, “Mental”, “Perverted”, “Crazy”, and surely much more. The only person whom seemed clamed by all of this was Ronald. And that’s saying something considering the fact that Ronald lashes out at mostly everything that doesn’t go right according to him. It was a bit frightening to see Ron so clam, usually him screaming at the top of his lungs would have seemed to justify this point, but none came. Ron was as silent as the lambs.
Sirius and Hermione get together wasn’t at all supposed to happen, because neither were attracted to the other in anytime before. It was a completely platonic relationship between the two. The incident that started it all was…
***Hermione worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a auror. Soon, her boss told her auror services from her are no longer required due to mostly all surviving Death Eaters being locked up in Azkaban, and no threat from Voldemort. Hermione immediately jumped to the conclusion she was being fired, but soon came to the realization that her boss was just offering her another post, another more exciting post that pays more Galleons. Her new post was in the Department of Mysteries. Hermione’s heart jumped at the realization that she would be working in the Department of Mysteries, even since their horrific encounter with Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries, Hermione had secretly been fascinated by it. Who knew how much ancient magic could be found there? The possibilities were endless. A friend of Hermione’s also worked in the Department of Mysteries. Sirius Black.
Which is highly ironic considering that fact which he single handedly escaped the veil without scratch on his back. Ever since his escape from the veil Sirius had been fascinated by it, after all those years locked up in Azkaban, the veil unleashed something in Sirius that had long been hidden and stored away since he entered Azkaban. His passion for discovery. The same passion a woman with bushy brown hair possessed. It was like the appalling damage he went through in Azkaban didn’t affect him, he came back as the jolly, fun loving, mischievous Sirius Black. The real Sirius Black, with all his mighty fine recklessness, and arrogance. Sirius came back more happy and more content than he ever was with himself, he devilishly good looks sprouted even more, making him easily the most sought after man in the Wizarding world. From his shiny shaggy black hair, to his glowing pale skin, to his mesmerizing grey eyes, to his handsome smile, to his lean and muscular physic, and of course that lovable I-am-the-sexiest-man-alive attitude. Sirius wasn’t a womanizer as they called him back at his Hogwarts years, no. He grew more mature, and was finally looking for a female companionship that bypassed good shagging, and meant something. He wanted a woman with intellect, grace, passion, and love. Sirius did date occasionally but nothing kept him interested rather than the sex, and that’s what he was looking for. Many women tried though, some actually memorized words from dictionary’s, and rectified the words in improper sentences, and all Sirius could do was laugh. Oh gods, he was always wondering when he will finally find someone who would meet his intellect, who would have the same passion of life as he has, who would sprout the same dreams he has, who would love him for who he was, the woman whom would be the perfect match for Sirius.
Hermione couldn’t be more excited, she couldn’t wait to tell Harry, Remus, and Sirius. The news actually excited her even more, when she figured that she would get to work along side by side with Sirius. It would certainly be fascinating to see Sirius at work. Hermione recently noticed that his passion kept on growing about his work, not only work but everything else. His love for Harry grew, instead of looking at Harry like James, Sirius finally realized that Harry was like a son to him, and treated him as such. Instead Remus being a substitute for James, Sirius finally figured out that Remus was his other best friend, and would always be there for him as James would. Sirius’ whole persona changed. Remus’ always commented that, ever since he came back from the veil he was turning back to the Sirius, he remembered. The fun loving man whom by nature it was to fill peoples heart with happiness, who could brighten anyone’s day just by looking at them, who had the power to make your heart melt, the true Sirius Black. Not the grumpy, self-pitying, self-centered man they had all come to know, when staying in Grimmauld place. Hermione had this new admiration towards Sirius, she always had one before, but now it shined better. She hardly had any arguments with him, unless it was something academic, which they both disagreed on. But the arguments would go on and on, because both of them were extremely persistent so neither won.
Working with Sirius was something else, never before had Hermione seen this side of him, a softer, but more determined side. She learned so much from Sirius, and suddenly Hermione felt like a school girl again, learning so much from him. It was so ironic, thinking that all Hermione’s life, she spent making someone else feel less intelligent, and now out of nowhere Sirius comes along and makes her feel less intelligent. Besides Sirius only one person made her feel less intellectual and that was her Professor. Professor Snape. How Hermione loathed him. But Hermione felt nothing anywhere near loathing for Sirius, it was more of a expression of awe, and admiration.
Hermione didn’t know when, she didn’t know how, but soon she started to have feelings for Sirius that weren’t completely platonic. She began to notice Sirius, in a light that didn’t reflect Harry Potter’s guardian. She now noticed the man Sirius really was. The very good-looking man that he was. The was his shaggy black hair, touches the sides of his face, the dimple in his right cheek when he smiles, the cooling grey eyes that reflect happiness, and that dazzling smile he saves only for her. But it wasn’t easy for Hermione to convince herself that she was having feelings for Sirius, gods she was stubborn! First her denial mode took over, she convinced herself just because he is good-looking doesn’t mean anything, come on there were many good-looking guys out there, but her heart didn’t beat excruciatingly fast when she looked at other guys. She convinced herself those were nerves. Then she noticed the small things about Sirius that she assumed no one else noticed, which were how his eyes sparkle when he is happy, or when he angry his fingers twitch, or when he is sad a soft line on his forehead is visible. That’s when Hermione adopted So-what-if-I-like-him-doesn’t-mean-he-is-gonna-like-me-because-I-am-just-a-book-worm mode. Soon that also was out the window, when Sirius was being more content with her, more himself, they touched each other frequently (not like that), it was more like gentle hand brushes, or just lightly griping Hermione’s shoulder when he was talking. And the eye contact was unmistakable, the eyes that Sirius looks at Hermione with differ from anyone else, Hermione had yet to see him look at anyone else as he did her. And mind you Hermione is very observant.
It started out one evening, whist they were ready to pack up, and put all the paper work away in their office. It was a horrible day at work, Sirius was working a new project which involved immobilizing the brains with tentacles. Let’s just say the outcome wasn’t as Sirius and Hermione would have liked. Both were tried as they headed back to their office to put all their reports, and paperwork away. As they arrived at their office, they didn’t speak just began to work on putting everything away, as fast as they can, so they can go home and relax. Hermione went over to her side of the office and began to work, as Sirius did his. After a good 30 minutes of silence, Sirius decided to break it.
“Are you done Hermione?” asked Sirius from his chair.
“Yes almost, I just wanted to finish this report and after I am done, I’ll go home. You be off.” said Hermione from the other side.
Sirius frowned, they had been working together for 6 months now, and everyone of those days they left, and came to work together. Sirius would wait, as long as it took her to finish the report.
“No, I’ll wait. Let me see if I can help you.” said Sirius, as he crossed the room to her side, and sat on the table next to the neatly stacked pile of reports, while Sirius’ reports were organized but not as neat as Hermione’s. Hermione glared at him.
“What?” asked Sirius, unaware of why she was glaring at him.
“You do know there is a chair right there.” said Hermione pointing to the chair across her desk. Sirius laughed.
“But I wanted to be closer to you so I could help you” replied Sirius smirking.
“Still a kid Mr. Black.” murmured Hermione.
Sirius leaned closer to her ear, and replied in a husky voice “And you know it.”.
Hermione blushed furiously, at his tone. Sirius, himself didn’t even know why all of the sudden he was flirting with Hermione. The air in the room was thick, and neither of them knew how this exchanged bested upon the other.
“Yes, I do.” replied Hermione with a purr behind her voice, that made her almost feline like.
Sirius looked at her, her eyes filled something he had never seen before. Lust, and desire. Sirius was of course a reckless man, he was known for it, and did the only thing that he seemed fit right at this moment. He kissed her, it was just supposed to be a tester to see if she returned the feelings that he himself, held for her, but soon that one soft kiss led to furious demanding, and needy other ones, that ended with Hermione on the desk naked and Sirius plunging his long, thick, needy cock into her. Sirius’ couldn’t remember the last time, he felt this much raw passion inside a woman. Everything about Hermione was perfect, the way she moaned every time he rubbed her clit, the way she had the look of eagerness awaiting to see what Sirius would do next, the need to learn how to pleasure him in anyway possible. Each trust was bliss to them both. Pure bliss. An unknown feeling that neither of them discovered before each other. His cock was like a key that opened only her, his cock felt at home inside her. Desire filled his heart for this woman, and he knew then and there that she was the one for him. They both climaxed together, both seeing stars in each others eyes, as Sirius leaned down for another kiss. The kiss was softer than before, expressed more than lust and hunger. They didn’t speak after they finished, just stared at each other, both lost in the moment that passed between them, each secretly hoping that there would be more moments like this to come. And sure enough it did.
***
No one was apparently happy that Sirius and Hermione were together, but no one chose to let there feelings be known. The only thing the Weasley’s could do is accept them. And they did. Ron was still expressionless as the air in Grimmauld place thinned. Ron acted as if it didn’t bother him, no one thought anything of Ron peculiar behavior, mostly thought that Ron was over the crush he had engraved for Hermione after their sixth year. The only one who seemed a little worried about Ron’s new acceptance toward Sirius and Hermione was Harry. Harry didn’t know if he was being paranoid, but he knew something was off. It wasn’t like this for Ron to act so mature, he was more rash than that. Harry didn’t voice any of his concerns out loud, maybe he would tell Remus later, but now he didn’t want the solitude of acceptance that both Sirius and Hermione received from the Weasley’s. Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that Ron was going to do something very stupid before he accepted this. But again didn’t voice his concern, nor did he speak to Ron about it.
After the war, Ron and Harry soon began to grow apart. They had petty arguments, and Ron seemed to have changed from the boy he once knew at school. He grew colder, and more resistant to everyone, except one which was Hermione. Ron wanted to court Hermione, but Hermione wouldn’t have it. She briefly explained to him that, she was not at all attracted to him as she once was in school, and that her feelings toward him were completely platonic. From that point on, Ron stopped pursuing Hermione, but kept it in his head that one day she is going to be his.
***
After the dinner in Grimmauld, once everyone went home including Remus and Harry who were reluctant to leave, but were threatened by Sirius. “Unless you want to hear severe panting and moaning, I suggest you love birds go home.” Those words alone drove both Remus and Harry out of the door, which resulted in Sirius getting whacked behind the head by Hermione. Rubbing his head Sirius turned around.
“Eagar are we?” asked Sirius in a husky voice.
Hermione turned bright crimson, even after 6 months of shagging Sirius Black, he still knew how to make her blush, without even completing a full sentence. “No. That was not nice what you did, Sirius. They wanted to stay.” replied Hermione, in a contemned firm voice.
“And have them have sex in my couch? I don’t think so. I done my share of puking in Azkaban.” said Sirius shaking his head, and crinkling his nose. “Now, I want my share in something else.” murmured Sirius walking toward Hermione.
Hermione smirked. “And what is that?” asked Hermione in a purr, that drove Sirius mad.
“Your cunt, babe.” replied Sirius huskily.
Hermione gulped, she was pinned against the wall, with Sirius inches away from her. His breath warm on her cheeks, his hands rubbing against her arms, and his lips a few inches away from hers. Just as Hermione was about to suggest they go to the bedroom, Sirius crushed his lips on hers. Kissing her hard, with all the lust he could muster, his hands rising toward her shoulder blade and pulling the straps of her dress below her breast. His tongue darted into her mouth, causing Hermione to moan, and her knees to falter, but Sirius was quicker than that, and held her up with one hand. Sirius trailed his kisses on to her neck, and sucked at the flesh that was exposed, causing Hermione to make the most erotic sounds that were music to his ears.
Hermione put her legs around Sirius’ waist, and proceeded to rip the buttons on his shirt with a look of hunger upon her face. She proceeded to lick all over his jaw line, through his neck, and on to his nipple, which she bit, causing Sirius to grab her hair. Hermione smirked in Sirius’ chest which he felt, as she kept on kissing and licking every inch of his body until she reached his waist line. Hermione undid his belt with her teeth causing Sirius to pull her hair harder, edging her on. Hermione could feel his erection hot on her shoulder through the pants. Hermione proceeded to undo Sirius’ jeans and pull down his boxers revealing his scorching hot erection that hit her across the cheek. Hermione smirked again, she kissed the top of his penis, tasting the pre-cum, a musky salty flavor she had come to love. She began to circle her tongue around the tip on his cock, and proceeded to tease the head of his cock with her teeth, which earned her a grunt from Sirius. Hermione began to slowly suck on Sirius, as if he were a straw that she wanted to suck ice cream out of. Her head bobbing up and down taking Sirius’ whole length in his mouth. Teasing his cock with her teeth, and Sirius holding on to her hair for support. Sirius grunted again and using his other free hand pinched her nipple causing her to moan, with his cock in her mouth, sending Sirius in bliss once again. Hermione started to suck, harder, and harder, with Sirius grasping and moaning, until he finally climaxed in her mouth. Cum leaked from the sides of her lips, as Sirius pulled his limp cock out of her mouth. She brought her finger near her chin and wiped the cum of with her fingers and proceeded to lick her fingers clean. Hermione looked up at him and smirked. In a matter of seconds Sirius was hard again as he watched the erotic scene. Sirius picked Hermione up, and led them to the bedroom.
Once they reached the bedroom, Sirius practically threw Hermione on the bed and parted her legs forcefully, and kissed his way toward her center. The smell of her arousal was heavenly, and it made Sirius’ mouth water. Sirius gently rubbed two fingers in the middle of her fold and parted it, causing Hermione to moan. Sirius smirked, and blew between her folds causing Hermione’s hips to buck up. Sirius slowly took her clit in between his teeth, slowly nibbling on it, causing Hermione to shriek. He began licking up and down between her folds, and finally rested on her center sucking on her juices. He darted his tongue inside her and proceeded on shoving it in and out of her center, causing Hermione to scream his name and yank his hair. Sirius’ fingers again found Hermione’s cunt and proceeded on rubbing it violently, causing Hermione to howl, and buck her hips. His tongue still in her center, Sirius stuck two fingers in her center along with his tongue, and began to shove it in and out, causing Hermione to scream again, and climax. Grinning Sirius sucked up all of her juices, and kissed his way up until he reached her mouth and proceeded to kiss her, with so much hunger. Hermione again began to moan, once she tasted herself in Sirius’ mouth. Sirius made his way toward Hermione’s ear when he stopped and murmured “Want me now, Love?”. All Sirius needed to hear was a panted “Yes, NOW!” from Hermione, as he shoved his member into Hermione tight hole, causing Hermione to gasp.
Sirius began to squeeze Hermione’s taunt nipples, and he began thrusting in and out of her, awarded by loud moaning by Hermione. Sirius proceeded on sucking on her right nipple, as he continued to rub, and squeeze the other. “Love your tits.” he murmured in her chest, reasoning Hermione to pant louder. Sirius’ balls started to tighten as he began thrusting in and out of Hermione harder, listening to Hermione pant “Sirius”, “Harder”, “More”, “Fuck!”. Sirius increased his speed even more causing the whole bed to shake and the lamp to fall onto the marble floor and shatter. Soon both Sirius, and Hermione were on the verge of climax, as Sirius thrust hard one more time hitting her G-Spot, again and causing her to finally climax, as Sirius followed. Sirius stayed inside Hermione for a long time just staring into her eyes. He again felt at home. He loved this woman so much. God forbid if anything happens to either of them, causing this relationship to be broken. Hermione smiled at him, and snuggled in his warm chest, as they both fell into a peaceful slumber with smiles on their faces.
***
The Hogs Head, was usually occupied with Wizards, and Witches of lower standards. Mostly Wizards and Witches who took drugs, prostitutes, weirdoes, unemployed, or just really depressed people. A woman in her early 30’s sat in front of the bar sipping on a fire whiskey, and muttering to herself. She was extraordinarily beautiful, she had striking blonde hair, full lips, curvaceous body, and striking golden orbs. Many would wonder, why a woman such as herself would be sitting at a pub like this sipping fire whiskey.
Rita Skeeter, once known as the most brilliant writer in the Daily Prophet. She was cunning, calculable, clever, talkative, and most of all saw things in a light that suited her readers, and her in a most dazzling way. Rita had a way of changing the truth to fit her views. Yes, she often wrote things that were accurate, but always stretched it to make her readers more interested in the subject. Yes, she ruined lives, ruined marriages, encouraged infidelities, and often found pleasure in doing so. She lived her dream life. Her passion was writing, ever since she was little she had pleasure in writing everything down, taking notes, and memorizing every word that left ones mouth. Rita was recognized and congratulated everywhere, for her dishing stories. People looked up to the woman who shared her opinionated truths with the public. But soon, that all changed when she was assigned to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to interview the four Triwizard Champions. Rita should have known straight away she shouldn’t have messed with the-boy-who-lived. I mean, people were led to believe that he defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named at the mere age of one, what made her think that she could take on Harry Potter? Even if it was with publicity. Rita would have probably succeeded in her attempts to destroy Harry Potter’s public image, if it wasn’t for one, Hermione Granger. No one should underestimate a girl who takes notes, and has a passion for learning, that once, Rita herself, had at her very own tender ages. Soon, Rita discovered that Hermione truly was a threat and wanted her out of the way as soon as possible, so she wrote gossiping articles in the Daily Prophet about her two timing Mr. Harry Potter with Victor Krum. Which was impossible considering the fact that even then Harry Potter was infatuated with a certain sandy haired werewolf. Rita knew how to push Hermione’s buttons, but soon her underestimation of one, Hermione Granger, led to her downfall. Not only had Hermione Granger discovered her only, secret, but used it against her, to make her do her dirty deeds. If this were happening to someone else surely she would praise her, but seeing as this was done to her, she was completely humorless. From that point on, Rita Skeeter vowed to herself, that she would make Hermione Granger pay, take away everything she worked hard for. Rita began to make the witch pay, she began to get more writers to publish nasty articles about her, exposed her scandalous affair with the one and only Sirius Black, and proceeded on getting dirt on Harry Potter. Which only ended up with someone (three guesses who?) tipping the ministry off about her illegal animagus form. Rita could have served 5 years in Azkaban for it, but they just decided to fire her, considering the fact that she did so much for the popularity for the Daily Prophet. And now, here she is in one of the most nastiest bars ever drinking fire whiskey and drowning in self-pity.
***
Another depressed soul wandered the streets of Hogsmeade, he had no destination to where he was headed, he just walked wherever his feet took him. Aimlessly he wondered where he went wrong. How he lost the love of his life to someone 20 years his senior. He thought he was right for Hermione in every single way, even when she turned him down, he thought it was just a phase that she went through, and ultimately she would be his one way or another. But that didn’t happen, that’s what crashed his world. It took Ron every ounce of self restrain the had to not pull his wand out and shout a “Avada Kedavra” curse toward Sirius. He still couldn’t believe that after all of those years staying by Hermione’s side, she still hadn’t developed any of the feelings he possessed in his heart. How could she? A single tear ran down Ron’s bright blue eyes, and landed on his mouth. Finally his feet stopped, as he looked toward his destination. “Hogs Head”
Ron entered the dimly lit, and dreadful smelling club. Ron took a seat next to a woman who was two seats away from him, drinking and staring dazedly at nothing in peculiar, she seemed to be deep in thought and looked familiar. Ron voiced to the bartender to get him a peg of fire whiskey. Ron took down the whole peg with just one gulp, and sighed. He looked at the peg and murmured the bartender to fill him up once again. The burning sensation of the fire whiskey helped ease the fire that was burning within Ron to dimmer. The anger from the rejection, the anger for not being the one Hermione announced in front of his family, the loss of his love. Ron started to become more and more expressionless, and careless drink after drink. Finally after his 6th peg, the bartender said “No more drinks for you. Nor for that lady over there.” pointing to a strikingly beautiful woman with blond locks for hair. Ron didn’t reply, his face drained, his heart pulped, and his eyes filled with sorrow. The bartender sighed.
“You look like a good lad? Why you here boy? What’s her name?” asked the bartender.
Ron didn’t look at the man. Was he that obvious. He sighed once again and spoke “Her name was Hermione. Hermione Granger.
The only thing that clicked in her head right now was that name. Hermione Granger. That name brought back a fire in Rita that was fairly distinguished from all the alcohol she had today, but hearing her name out of the person’s mouth acted like a sobering potion.
“Hermione Granger?” questioned Rita to the man sitting across from her.
Ron looked up from his peg and looked at the woman sitting next to him. How did she know Hermione Granger? And why does she look so familiar?
“How do you know Hermione Granger?” asked Ron, drowsing.
Rita sighed, and laughed a humorless laugh. “That girl is the reason my life is ruined. I have succumbed to nothing because of her.” said Rita, gritting out every word.
“You too eh?” asked Ron, as he brought the cup of fire whiskey above his nose and toasted it to her.
“Rita Skeeter” said Rita thrusting her hand toward Ron.
Ron looked taken aback. Well what do you know. Rita Skeeter. Hermione archenemy. There she goes ruining another life.
“Ronald Weasley” replied Ron shaking her hand. Rita’s interests suddenly aroused. Ronald Weasley? Harry Potter and Hermione Granger’s best friend? OH! Of course! He is in love with that whore.
“And you loved Hermione, and she went after Sirius Black?” asked Rita, mocking the concern in her voice.
Ron lowered his head. Everyone knew. He couldn’t even get Hermione to fall for him. Nothing was left for him nothing.
Rita studied Ron very carefully. He looked very depressed, and vulnerable. It would be easy for her to manipulate Ron and form an idea to break Hermione. Suddenly it all became clear. Rita Skeeter smirked, a menacingly attractive smirk.
“Don’t you want revenge Ron? For what she did to you?” asked Rita.
“No. I just want to be by myself.” Ron replied taking another sip of his drink.
“If I were you, I would make her mine whether she liked it or not. You do love her right? So, what’s that got to do with her loving you in return?” asked Rita.
Ron looked at her confused. “What are you on about Skeeter?” asked Ron.
“Well, I am only implying that you get her back. Break them up. Do whatever it takes.” said Rita matter-a-factly.
Ron jerked his head him, and paid close attention. Why not? Everything is fair in love and war. So why not? It was his right. “You have anything in mind?” asked Ron.
“I have a couple of ideas” grinned Rita.
“Like…” said Ron ushering Rita to continue.
“A little Poly Juice potion and Imperious dust is all you need my dear Romeo.” replied Rita grinning evilly. Finally the sliver lining had shown itself.
***
Ron was showing no sign on disappointment, he actually looked better than he did during the horrendous dinner, where he discovered that his Hermione was with the notorious Sirius Black. But things were looking up for him, after his meetings with the cunning, but lovely Rita Skeeter, he himself realized that her plan was unplottable. The plan assured both of them ‘Happily Ever Afters”. Ron couldn’t figure out why, both Harry and Hermione loathed her. She was brilliant, and hardworking. She was just doing her job. She couldn’t be blamed.
Ron was in a brilliant mood, just waiting on a package from Rita, that would put the whole plan together. Rita already was done with her side of the planning. She prepared everything, and now it was Ron’s turn. Which was pretty easy. Ron still didn’t care if Hermione didn’t willingly love him, but she will after he was done with her.
As afternoon came around in the borrow, Ron heard Fred yelling his name, telling him he had a package. Ron rushed toward the kitchen of the borrow, and snatched the package out of Fred’s hand, who was giving him a look of confusion.
“What’s in that bag Ronnikins? You act like there is something illegal in there.” joked Fred.
Ron laughed nervously and made his way upstairs.
Once upstairs, Ron put up a silencing charm around his room, and warded is room so no one could apparate or barge into his room undetected. One everything was locked and secure, and no one could see Ron open his package, he opened it. He saw another box inside, and a note attached in front of the box. Ron picked the note up and read.
Ron,
The imperious dust is in this box, in a small bottle, this mix a pinch of this into whatever Hermione is eating or drinking, and she will obey any of your commands. But be warned, each serving of dust powder will last only 3 hours. Mix it with her food or drink every three hours, if you screw this up… the consequences would be horrible. She once back to her sober self, would remember everything you wished her to do. Be careful. I should be over at the Department of Mysteries right now. And you should be getting dressed to meet Hermione. To congratulate her, and show your acceptance toward her, and Sirius.
Goodbye,
Rita Skeeter
May this work out for the both of us. So we can lead our lives. Happy and carefree.
Ron opened the box carefully, inside it was a small bottle with something that looked like blue sand. Ron guessed that was the imperious dust. Ron smiled, a true smile. The love of his life would finally be his. A tear of happiness rolled down his cheek as he apparated out of his room to go see Hermione, leaving behind the note, as well as the box on top of his bed.
***
Rita looked at herself in the mirror, she felt disgusted. She looked like the person she loathed so much. She was the exact replica of Hermione Granger. An awful girl whom she had come to hate. At least she was ruining her life, Hermione might will not be able to resist the powers of the imperious dust, but she will have all the feelings mentally. She will realize what Ron, was doing to her, she would know that Sirius would belong to me. She will know, and can’t do anything about it, rather than obey Ron. Rita had before, in their last meeting explained to Ron to explain all the effects of the imperious dust, and their plan, so she could hurt even more. Make her suffer at first, then Ron was free to do whatever he wished with her. Rita looked in the mirror and smiled. Time for work Hermione. Sirius is waiting.
***
Hermione was tentatively waiting for Ron. She was glad that he finally wanted to talk to her, and everything would finally settle down. Hermione truly wanted Ron acceptance toward her relationship with Sirius. Even though it wasn’t announced yet, they were suppose to get married 1 month from today. They didn’t even share this information with Remus and Harry. Hermione was hoping that she would first let Ron know first. She wanted Ron to always remain friends with her, she possibly could not overlook 13 years of friendship. Ron was always there for her, and right now she needed him to tell her it was alright, that she was doing the right thing, and it was okay to love Sirius with all her heart. Hermione also had been feeling very wary, like, something bad was going to happen. She didn’t know. She assumed it was the fact that she purposely forgot to mention to Sirius that she would not be attending work, and meeting Ronald. Sirius, though, he had changed still was a very jealous man. He would like to be there with her when she was meeting Ron. But Hermione knew, meeting Ron was something she needed to do by herself first. She wanted to clear the air with him. Tell him that one day he will find someone that truly loves him, and that Hermione is just an infatuation he was led to believe by the people surrounding him. The waiter had come by three times asking Hermione if she would like something to drink or eat, but she patiently told him she was waiting for someone and would order when he got there. Hermione was starting to get a little irritated at Ron’s lack of punctuality, when suddenly she heard a loud pop, and saw flaming red hair.
***
Sirius was sitting in his office moping. He had been waiting for Hermione for 30 minutes now, she was never late. He had already owled her 3 times, and received a response saying she is on her way. As Sirius was waiting, he couldn’t shake of a bad feeling he had. As if something was suppose to happen. His mind kept on darting towards Hermione. They always come to work together it’s a little tradition of theirs. Sirius would always apparate in front of her apartment, and they would disapparate to work together. But today, she owled him in the morning insisting that he go on ahead to work, and she’ll meet him there. She claimed something important has come up, and told Sirius not to worry. Sirius couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. It wasn’t like Hermione to act different. Usually she was quite predictable, even when she wasn’t, she still was not acting like herself. Sirius let those insecure thoughts leave his head, as he took another sip of his coffee. Just as Sirius was about to take out another paper to owl Hermione, he heard a crack and inhaled a sweet scent of vanilla that calmed his senses.
***
Ron took a seat opposite of Hermione, and smiled at her. Hermione smiled back, it was truly amazing to see Ron smile. A true smile that reached his eyes. It’s almost as if someone gave him his happiness back.
“It’s nice to see you smile Ron.” said Hermione sincerely.
Ron smiled at her, and took her hand “Yes, it is. I am happy for you Hermione. I’m glad that you will meet the man that you are destined to be with.” spoke Ron softly.
Hermione looked confused, and quirked her eyebrows. “Meet him? I’ve already met him Ron.” said Hermione.
Ron’s gaze faltered. “Yeah, yeah. That’s what I meant ‘Mione.” said Ron in a reassuring voice.
Right then the waiter appeared, Hermione noticed that it was a different waiter, not the man that had been approaching her before. Actually Hermione hadn’t even noticed this new waiter. Hermione was very observant, she precisely studied every waiter here. She guessed she just missed one.
“Make, I take your order, Sir and Madame?” addressed the waiter.
Ron spoke up first “I would like the house steak, medium rare, with a side order of baked potatoes, and a large goblet of Pinot Noir red wine please.”
“And you Madame?” asked the waiter politely.
“The chicken house salad sounds fine, with Chardonnay white wine.” said Hermione.
The waiter nodded at Hermione, and gave a awkward glance toward Ron, and headed to the kitchens.
Ron looked toward Hermione who smiled and then looked concerningly at Ron.
“Ron, are you seriously okay with Sirius and I dating?” asked Hermione
Ron’s smile fell. He sighed. “What is going to happen is for the best Hermione. For you, Sirius and me. It will be good for all of us.” spoke Ron softly.
Hermione looked at him confused, an eerie feeling washed over her neck and back. She couldn’t describe it, but something felt very old. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Something wasn’t right.
“Ron, why are you talking in riddles?” asked Hermione.
Ron laughed, a little too hard. “Nothing. Just accepting your love for Sirius.” said Ron.
Hermione smiled. Just then the food arrived. Everything looked awesome. The food was absolutely divine, as was the wine.
Hermione never drunk wine first, always kept it for the end of her meal. Ron and Hermione dug into the food, neither talking, just enjoying the silence and the meal. When finished Ron and Hermione both gulped down there wine. Ron smirked, Hermione gave him a gazed smile. Ron took Hermione’s hand and they both disapparated out of the restaurant.
***
Rita walked in the office Sirius and Hermione both shared, and smiled at Sirius. Sirius rushed up to her and gave her a bone crushing hug, which Rita returned.
“Where were you? I was worried? Is everything alright?” asked Sirius.
“Yes everything is fine Sirius. Let’s get to work shall we?” asked Rita in a tried tone.
Sirius gave her a concerned look. “Are you sure you are okay Hermione?” asked Sirius again.
Rita smiled. “Its nothing Sirius, just a little headache. I am fine. Really.” replied Rita.
Sirius frowned. “No, you are not. We are apparating to my house now. You are clearly tried.” said Sirius in a strict tone.
“Honestly, I am fine.” said Rita. But Sirius grabbed her by her waist and apparated both of them to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Rita stood in awe once they arrived at Grimmauld Place. It was absolutely gorgeous! The hard marble floors, the walls were covered in Scalamandre silk, the stairs were the finest cherry wood. The house screamed royalty. Who knew Sirius Black lived like this. Rita smirked. She was unaware that Sirius was watching her. He gave her a perplexed look.
“Are you okay? Your acting like you never seen this house before.” said Sirius, moving his hand toward Rita’s head and feeling her temperature. “You seem fine, lets get to bed. You need rest.” said Sirius.
Rita smirked shyly. She wondered what it would be like to bed the one and only Sirius Black.
***
29 Days Later (Present Time)
Ron awoke again to the smell of vanilla and fresh mint ensnaring his senses. He smiled, since that last month Ron had been so happy. No one knew about the secret place where he hid Hermione. It was his escape, after work, he would come here and spend time with Hermione. Sometimes he had to smack, hex, or curse her because the dust would wear off, and she would realize that he was controlling him. But, its okay now. No one knew about this place rather than Rita. And she would never tell a soul. Ron rose from his bed, and washed his face.
Today was Sirius and Rita’s wedding, or should he say Sirius and Hermione’s wedding. Ron let out a chuckle. He had to get dressed and be over by Grimmauld Place by 1:00 p.m. After Ron washed his face, he headed back to the bedroom, and pulled Hermione up by her and shoved the glass full of water down her throat and pushed her head back against the head board as he exited the bedroom and entered the bathroom.
Hermione looked horrible, physically she had bruises where Ron hit her, every time she was able to fight the imperious dust, mentally, she could feel the horrible things Ron makes her do and no matter what she tells herself, she can’t fight it. Mentally she feels used. Tears threaten to fall from her eyes as she thinks about her Sirius marrying that wrench Rita Skeeter, but no tears fall because the imperious dust won’t allow it. Sometimes she wishes she could just kill herself, it would be better than to live his this damp cottage Ron has her locked up in. Won’t anyone notice that Rita is impersonating me to marry Sirius and ruin my life? Hermione couldn’t move, she tried to, but Ron didn’t give her permission. Hermione wanted to seriously die, her love was marrying someone else, and he won’t even know it. She thought Sirius knew her better than anyone else, the passion they held for each other, the love, the smiles, the sex, didn’t it mean anything? Couldn’t he tell that something was wrong? That this wasn’t his Hermione?
Ron stepped out of the shower, in nothing put a towel on. He smirked at Hermione. Hermione was scared, but she could not voice or show her feelings, she was a doll he played with. Ron’s voice spoke in her head “Suck my cock.” Hermione’s feet carried her towards Ron, even as she was begging herself to run away, scream, say no, do something. But no, her feet carried her towards, Ron. Hermione got down on her knees, pulled the towel off of him, and took his erection in his mouth. Hermione wanted to throw up but her body wouldn’t let her, she wanted to cry, scream, any kind of emotion she could express freely would help but no. She couldn’t anything, without Ron. She kept on sucking his member unwillingly until he climaxed in her mouth and she was again commanded to sallow. And she did, and also hated it. She wanted Sirius, needed Sirius, couldn’t live without Sirius, without noticing it tears spilled from Hermione eyes. Neither Ron nor Hermione noticed.
***
Sirius was fixing his tie with a bright smile upon his face. His face showed the signs of an extremely happy man, but inside he was miserable. Even if he wanted to he couldn’t get rid of the smile the bested upon his face, no one noticed anything, just noticed that Sirius was happier than ever. Most thought it was because he was marrying the love of his life, Hermione Granger, but no, he was marrying the most filthiest, malicious, and abhorrent woman ever. Sirius wanted to just die rather than marry that wrench. He knew Hermione was locked up somewhere. No matter how hard he tried not to listen to Rita, nothing mattered, she kept consistent with the imperious dust. Didn’t even wait until it wore off, just made him take overdoses. Sirius had no choice but to go on with this wedding, and with a happy face. No one would find Hermione, nor even wonder. Sirius heard Harry call him out of his room, he couldn’t move unless he was told so. A voice in his head spoke “Follow Harry, dear.” Sirius followed. Without realizing a tear slid down his eye. That neither Sirius nor Harry noticed.
There is so such thing as Acceptance in a relationship that was never meant to be.
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A/N: Well... I know its sad. Sirius and Rita get married, Ron enslaves Hermione. Yeah, everyone lives unhappily ever after. I am sorry, but I wanted to try something different. Read and Review.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, so do not sue me.
Ship: Who ELSE, but Sirius/Hermione. Implied Bill/Hermione. AU
Summary: I think the title speaks for itself. Hermione POV.
Words: 2257
I look at my reflection and almost yet out a gasp, as I hear Ginny giggling in the background. I can’t believe that the woman staring back at me, is none other than myself. Ginny completely changed me. Gone, are the wild locks of hair, and are now replaced by sleek, shiny, straight brown hair. My skin golden, my eyes dark, my lips pouty. I can’t even recognize myself. Ginny did work. She assured me many times that she didn’t do anything but straighten my hair, and help me put make up on. But I will no way believe that this is me. I feel different, eyeing myself up and down. I feel vivacious, curvy, womanly, and shall I dare say it… SEXY.
***
I look nervously as Ginny and I apparate to “Bliss”, one of the most popular Wizarding clubs in London. The club that he often is seen at. Speaking of him, that’s what got me in this mess the first place. Me and my damn big mouth! I can’t believe I told Ginny. And now, I am here looking like this. Ginny notices that I am again beginning to get cold feet, and she gives me her biggest glare. I almost flinch. Gosh! That girl is going to be another Miss. Weasley, if not for the confident aurora about her. She gestures us both inside, and we are both seated on a table very distant from the music and the dancehall. I look at her questionably. She shakes her head and smiles “We need to see what your dearly beloved is up to ‘Mione.” she says sweetly. My stomach turns yet again. What if he rejects me? What if he just laughs? Mind you, he is not the nicest person in the world. If he feels up to it, he would probably laugh at my face, and think nothing of it. Jerk. Why am I desperately in love with him again? I am jerked out of my thoughts as I feel Ginny kick me. Again, I ask myself, why did I tell her? I am pulled out of my thoughts yet again, once I see what she is pointing at. Him. I can’t decide what emotion I want to let run through me, being captivated by him, or angered that he is again dancing with some hussy. I decide angry, it would give me a chance to actually succeed in this mission. Did I just call getting Sirius Black to bed me a mission? No, that isn’t a mission. That would be kind of easy. I don’t want Sirius to just bed me. I want more. I want--
My eyes almost pop out of my eyes as I watch him kiss the stupid blonde. I can’t believe he kissed her. Ginny notices my vicious glare, and smirks. I just glare at her, while she just laughs. She ushers me to get up, and head to the dance floor. I gulp, and slowly swing my hips, as I slowly walk toward the dance floor. Let the games begin.
***
I position myself in the middle of the dance floor, as I begin to slowly move my hips to the beat of the music. The music is slow, and captivating. My hair touching my the sides of my face, and breast as I continue to move slowly, but fast enough to stay in beat. I noticed myself, being watched by many admirers, but not the admire I was hoping for. I keep my back towards him as I continue to move. Suddenly I feel two large hands grasp my waist, I gasp and turn around thinking its him, but to my surprise its Bill Weasley. I quirk my eyebrow, and he says one word mutely “Ginny”. I groan. Bill slowly approaches my ear with his lips as he whispers “Dance with me” he pauses. I smirk and whisper “Let’s get old Paddy”. Bill instantly swings me back, and grabs my arse. I would have slapped him if, I hadn’t known his situation. I mean, mostly anyone with a brain could figure it out. Bill is gay. And no one suspects it. I am again pulled out of my imaginary world as he arches me right back towards him, and he leads me to slowly start two-stepping Salsa with him. I smile almost suggestively at him. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. As the beat to the music gets louder, we start moving faster and faster, with Bill right on my tracks, following move to move. I was so caught up in dancing with Bill, that I didn’t catch misty grey eyes watching me with an expression of awe in them. Bill and I began to slow down, once the music went back to regular speed as did our heart rates. Bill knowingly whispered “I am going to get us a drink” in a ear, catching Sirius’ eye and smirking. I nodded proudly, and was led to the bar by Bill.
***
Sirius’ gaze never left me. He was staring intently trying to figure out who I am. I take a seat on the stool near bar, my back bared for Sirius’ to see. I can feel his gaze burning into my back. Slowly, and tantalizingly I turn my head and catch his eye. I let him linger on my face, for a while until I break in to my trademark Hermioneish smile. Silence. Nothing but his eyes on mine, his face reflecting a look of shock, confusion, and shall I say it desire. He walks towards me, its almost as if I see his black hair flowing with him, his mouth closed trying to fight back a grin, his dark grey eyes never leaving mine as he is inching closer and closer. I almost squirm in my seat as I watch him gracefully approach me, how can one man look so close to perfection? He finally reached me, when he quirked his eyebrows, and spoke in a husky voice “Hermione?”, his voice almost sounded questionable, as if he was asking me, if I was really Hermione. “Yes” I almost purred out the reply. Right about now I am actually beginning to wonder if Ginny actually slipped something in my drink. Gryffindor courage is one thing, but being this bold, and available is totally something else.
It looked as if Sirius didn’t know what to say. Was it possible that “The Sirius Black” was actually speechless? By none other than the Gryffindor bookworm herself? I would have almost laughed if it wasn’t for my charade that I was trying to put on. Noticing my almost laughter, Sirius scowled. “Is there something funny Hermione?” he asked, his tone almost challenging. I shook my head, and began to laugh. His scowl deepened. “No, just the fact that you were speechless made me laugh.” I defended. Sirius slowly grinned. “Mind if I take a seat?” he asked, in his most dazzling smile. I almost jump, but I know I need to keep it cool. “Won’t your date oblige?” I asked sweetly, trying my best to keep the poisonous venom out of my voice as I mention his date. “Date? You should know by now, I don’t find woman, they find me. I just comply.” he said, and I thought I almost saw him sigh. Sigh? Why in Voldemort’s hell will he sigh? He notices my quick unsheltered silence as he makes a smart comment. “Isn’t it past your bedtime Hermione? Why are you in a club at this time of night? Won’t the books wonder, where their Queen has gone?” asked Sirius, as he was clearly trying to hide the laugh, that was about to escape his lips. I narrow my eyes, and just give him a glare. He chuckles. “Care to dance, till your date gets back?” asked Sirius. “Date?” I asked almost unaware of the fact, that Bill and I were probably the center of attention by the way we were dancing. “Yeah, or did I watch you dance with a invisible Bill Weasley?” asked Sirius, with sarcasm dripping from every syllable. I just rolled my hands, and pulled him towards the dance floor. Again, I got the feeling he was taken aback. Watch my magic now.
***
I feel Sirius’ rough and strong hand gently grasp my waist, we start to slowly move to the beat. My hands go around his neck bringing him closer. A flicker of worry, touched Sirius’ face, and disappeared before I could catch it again. He squeezed my waist, and held me in place, his stormy grey eyes looking down into my simple brown ones. Slowly we began to move again, not even noticing it, just staring intently at each other. Forgetting everything around us, except for each other. Was it even possible to get so lost in someone’s eye? I slowly lift my gaze, from him as I feel him yearning to get it back. Is this how he beds woman? Is this the trick, “The Sirius Black” is famous for? I look back into his eyes once more as we continue to dance slowly swaying to the beat. His gaze intense, almost as if he is trying to tell me something with his eyes. In his eyes reflected a dark desire. Was I a part of it? Slowly, his rough hands leave my waist, as he gently takes my hand, and ushers me out of the club. Somehow, my heart begins to beat faster, as he is leading us out, I see Ginny sitting with Bill, and they both wink at me. However I don’t respond. What’s happening? This is not how I pictured Sirius to act after one dance. I creation of how this night would end up held a lot of smirks, teasing, and lust.
***
We reach the apparition point of the club, right where I started the night of in. My stomach again in knots, as I ask myself, do I really want to be just another say for Sirius Black. He squeezes my hand tightly, as I feel myself being pushed through a really tight rubber tube, and as fast as it came, I land ungracefully at the Living Room of Grimmauld Place. Sirius lets my hand drop, and stares at me questionably.
“This façade was created for me?” he asked, his voice lacking the usual amusement it always consumes.
I looked up at him, surprise etched across my face. How did he know? He smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Why?” he asked.
I was speechless, how would I answer that. Do I even know the answer myself? Yes, I do. But it’s a answer I won’t reveal. But then again, what’s the point of loving someone when you even express yourself. Tonight, I will let my Gryffindor courage show.
“Because I love you.” I whispered, but my voice remained firm and strong.
Sirius’ face was again expressionless, this again made me question if he knew Occlumancy. How he kept his face expressionless when he wanted to hide something. Rejection probably. I knew this was going to end in an almost parental scold by Sirius actually telling me now irresponsible I am, and telling me to go find someone by age. That would actually make him look like an adult. I almost snorted. After another long silence, I finally decided, he couldn’t say anything, so I just stood up to leave, and he grabbed my wrist. I turn back towards him, his eyes expressing nothing but loneliness.
“Ever wonder why I sleep around so much?” he asked so softly, almost as if he was whispering sweet nothings.
I just narrowed my eyes, which gave him a hint to continue.
“See, I began wanting someone that was off limits. So like you I put on a façade, but only my façade was not intended towards you, but the world around me. I thought you would never return those feelings. So what was the point of trying to pursue them? If you just shoot them down. If I had once looked into your eyes, instead of going on ignoring you to ensure myself, I would have realized that you share the same feelings that I had contented in my heart so long.” he finished, as I saw him move his gaze from his feet to my eyes once more.
I was at long. Façade? What? He loves me. Well, he didn’t directly say it, he said my feelings parallel to his own. I feel him move towards me, and he hugs my waist once more. “Your beautiful” I hear him murmur in my ear. His scent intoxicating. Almost as if, I am smelling it for the first time. I feel him pull me closer, and with the other hand he lifts my chin, and slowly moves in kissing me. My eyes shut automatically. I never felt so free so content, so pure, so enticing. His tongue slowly seeks permission into my mouth, as I willingly provide him entrance. Our kisses go from soft and pure, to him and I battling to consume each other in our deadly hunger. Slowly we begin to pull away, and he slowly takes me into his arms once more, as they breathe each other in. Both feeling content with their façades.
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A/N: I just felt like writing, and this is how it ended up. It was almost as if I was writing in a journal in Hermione POV. So READ AND REVIEW. Somehow feel sad ending it here, I can't help but wonder what is going to happen next. Lol, isn't that weird? Read Review. Kalina Chan SUCKS.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I own the plot, that’s about it.
Summary: Again, those treacherous thoughts consumed her. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. She didn’t want to think about what she seen. Over and over he cheats, and yet she still goes back. She can’t deny him anything, because she is weak.
Ship: Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG
WEAK
Again, those treacherous thoughts consumed her. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. She didn’t want to think about what she seen. Over and over he cheats, and yet she still goes back. She can’t deny him anything, because she is weak.
Weak, because she loves him unmercifully, he is the only one she has left. But that doesn’t stop him from doing what he wants. He makes promises over and over, and yet he breaks them without a second thought. She can’t deny him anything, she is weak.
Promises made everyday. Promises of marriage, love, and children, but those promises are chipped of every time he cheats. Every time he is caught it’s different excuse, but she sucks it all in, because she is weak.
Now, she lies in their bedroom, broken, and blotched from crying her eyes out. She has no one but him. No parents, no siblings, no friends, only him. Maybe that’s why she looks past everything he did. Looks past the lies, the deceit, and the adultery he has committed on her. Even the marriage didn’t stop him, he would do it again.
First time he suggest marriage, she was ecstatic, but soon she figured out it was all a ploy to make sure she stays tied to him. A poly that insured him that Hermione Jane Granger would not leave him. A binding contract that only he could break, but she can’t because she is weak.
She blames herself for all of this happening to her. She believed him, believed him with all her heart, wouldn’t hear anyone speaking ill of her, not even his own best friend Remus. Nope, she told him to mind his own business that she didn’t want to hear it, she thought he wasn’t that type of a man. She was warned, but she didn’t listen because she is weak.
Remus told her again, and again. “He is a womanizer”, “He doesn’t love you”, “He just wants someone there”, “Your too young” all those phrases meant nothing to her, all she knew was that she loved him, and held him dear to her heart. Remus even confessed his love for her, but she turned him down once again. Part of her knew Remus was right, that he didn’t love her nor even cared, but she always reassured herself that he may not love her now, but he will one day. She stayed, because she is weak.
After being married she thought that he would stop. That before making any rational decisions he would think about what he doing, and not live because he felt like it. She thought that he would stop sleeping around with different woman, he would stop coming home drunk, that he would stop taking all of the frustration out on her. But no, after marriage it became worse. The first couple of months went by heavenly, but soon the changes began, much like it started when they were in their relationship together.
He soon began neglecting her, even going far enough to stop speaking with her for days, yelling at her for the simplest things, and coming home late from work, giving her excuse, after excuse. Then the heavy drinking started, he soon began returning from work smelling like heavy alcohol. He would come home strip, and make her perform from him, if she would do anything wrong, he would get it else where. He even went as far as telling her that if she didn’t perform adequately in sexual intercrosses’, he would find it elsewhere. And she didn’t leave him, because she is weak.
There is finally a knock in Grimmauld, and she hastily arose from the bed. Her eyes were puffy, her hair wild, and her cheeks bright red. He was here. She opened the door, he is outside. His perfect shaggy black hair mangled, his eyes bloodshot, his face dreadfully pale, and his stench reeked of alcohol.
She is used to seeing him like this all the time; it’s usually after he sleeps with another woman. But this time there is actually something different about him, or at least she claims. There is actual remorse in the dept of his dulling grey eyes. His eyes showed a mixture of sorrow, pain, remorse, and somewhere truly hidden love. A shocked expressed filled her face. Never did she see love in his eyes, even if she caught a glimpse, she was sure it was there.
They both stood near the door, as they took in each other’s expressions, both in deep thinking. Him, just wanting to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness for everything he’s done, and her wanting so hard for him to ask for forgiveness one last time. A tear escaped both of their eyes. They kept their eyes glued to each other, both at loss of what to say.
He was the one to break eye contact, as he got down on both knees, and looked at her pleadingly. He, Sirius Black, was not a man who would ever be found on his knees. He didn’t even propose to her on one knee. He just suggested they get married. But no, all ego aside, here was Sirius Black, on both knees, begging his wife of 5 years to stay one last time. No words left his lips, he communicated with his eyes. The intense grey eyes, boring into her passion and sorrow filled honey ones.
After what seemed like hours to them both, she knelt down beside him, and embraced him. Both absorbed in the love they now share for each other, both unwilling to let go, both wanting to hold on to this moment forever. She knew this time, all her fears are gone, this time he truly would never stray, this time, he would truly fulfill the promises that were made, this time he would love her. She knew now she did not forgive him because she was weak, she forgave him because she couldn’t live without him.
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A/N: Well, I dunno what forced me to write this. I just finished taking the Economic's regents, and was waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up in the math office, and I began to write this on my teachers laptop. So yeah, no inspiration, just wrote what I felt like. Plus I was also listening to that song by SWV - Weak. So yeah, maybe that was the inpiration for this one. Plus I read other fics where Sirius cheats on Mione and she leaves him, and I don't want Mione to leave him, so she doesn't. Okay done. Read and Review!
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, people would be scared.
Summary: He wanted to know why she felt the need to go to him. Why would he have given her that he himself didn’t have? How would a filthy werewolf compare to him? Hadn’t he given her enough?
Ship: Sirius/Hermione, and Remus/Hermione
Sirius’ eyes squinted as he gulped down another glass of firewhiskey, staring blankly at the raging storm. If he were himself now he would probably laugh at the irony of the weather and him. The storm outside was horrid, maybe the worst they had all year, as was his mood. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this angry, probably when they finally discovered Wormtail. But this was a different kind of anger. It wasn’t based on vengeance or revenge; it was based on disloyalty of his last remaining friend, and his one true love. It was anger that masked pain.
People whom knew Sirius knew he wasn’t the type to get angry that often. He was a fun-loving man, and was hard to break. But this just ruined him. He knew when he was younger, there was a reason he went from female to female, it was due to his insecurities. Sirius thought that one day a pretty girl like Evans would probably come to him, and steals his heart and crushes it into tiny pieces, thus he formulated a plan where he would fuck and leave the girls. Physically, Sirius had done everything you could think of, but emotionally nothing. Sirius never fucked the same woman twice that was his law; because screwing twice would lead to emotions, and he didn’t want emotional ties to any female.
But his analogy was pushed in the back of his head once he returned from the Veil. It was all a blur to him, his past, his present, and his future. The only thing he cared about was the woman who saved him, the woman who spent hours and hours researching for a way to bring him back, the woman who cried over his bed when he went into coma after being spit out of the veil, the woman whom now betrayed him.
He hadn’t listened to the warnings he received in the back of his head telling him that she is just a cunt. But no, he didn’t listen. Sirius opened his heart to her and she took it. She had him wrapped around her fingertips. But Sirius didn’t care, he had the woman he loved, or he thought he did.
Sirius glared at the piece of glass just toward his feet. A broken reflection of him shined through. Everything about Sirius seemed on point, except for his stormy grey eyes. No longer did they reflect all the happiness in the world, no, it reflected a man whom lost everything in a single heartbeat. Sirius glared at the reflection staring back at him. He was disappointed, he was ashamed, but most of all he was betrayed. He didn’t want to feel the hurt, all he wanted was answers.
He wanted to know why she felt the need to go to him. Why would he have given her that he himself didn’t have? How would a filthy werewolf compare to him? Hadn’t he given her enough? Didn’t she have the wealth of the last Black Heir? Wasn’t he the most sought out male in the Wizarding World? What more could she want? He had given her everything, and she threw it all back, and slept with him.
Again Sirius took a swig of the firewhiskey, and again squinted as it burned his throat. All the questions kept circling his head over and over again. He wanted answers, but again he found NONE. And he couldn’t because the subject that would give him all the answers was no more.
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Harry awoke to a shirll scream coming from the other side of the house. Quickly he sprinted towards the commotion and saw his wife, Ginny, on the floor crying while clutching today’s prophet. Harry quickly rushed towards her, and lifted her off the ground. She thrust the tear soaked news paper in his hands.
There was a wedding picture of Sirius and Hermione on the front page, his eyes then looked down at the bolded heading.
HUSBEND COMMITS SUICIDE AFTER MURDERING HIS WIFE
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A/N: Yeah. Sorry all Remus lovers, but I wanted to try something dark. I like angry crazy Sirius. It's fun to write. Yay! Lol. Sirius decapitated Hermione's head... for all those who were wondering how he killed her. Lol. No, I am just joking. But that would be crazy though. Lol. Okay, who read the Deathly Hallows? What did you think? Like it? Love it?
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