Title: Useful
Author: scifichick774
Rating: MA
Pairing: Hermione/Sirius
Category: PWP
Spoilers: through HBP, but with a few tweaks, so its not really compliant.
Summary: Hermione has an ability that she doesnt find particularly useful. Sirius feels differently.
Disclaimer: Obviously not mine. Im just playing with the imaginary characters lives for fun and not for profit.
Archival: Sure just let me know where.
Authors Note: Happy very belated birthday, mrs_remus! Im so sorry this took so long. Stupid real life.
~*~*~*~
Stop it.
What? Im just trying to help with your essay.
By kissing my neck?
It seemed like the best way to get your attention.
Hermione harrumphed and paused her writing, but the hand clutching her quill still hovered over the parchment, ready to go again after she put Sirius in his place. Her body twisted as she turned to glare at the man who seemed determined to throw her off schedule.
For your information, Ive known the difference between ghosts and poltergeists since I was seven, Sirius. I hardly think I need hands-on experience to finish my assignment. She flashed him a stern look. Especially not when theyre your hands.
Ive never had any complaints before.
Before you were dead and your hands werent ice cold, you mean?
Sirius rolled his eyes. Some people use ice during foreplay, Hermione. He smirked. Or didnt any of those books of yours teach you the things you really need to know?
It was Hermiones turn to roll her eyes. I dont have time for this. Go bother Harry or something.
Sirius made a face. You know he cant see me. And hes no fun anyway since he started dating the Weasley girl again. I throw his broom on the floor and he just assumes its his prowess that shook the walls instead of getting all wide-eyed like he used to.
Hermione thinned her lips to keep from snickering at her friends expense. She couldnt say it wasnt tempting to just let the guffaw out though; Harry had been slightly intolerable ego-wise since they returned to Hogwarts for their seventh year and he and Ginny decided to take their relationship to the next level.
She let her breath go in a huff instead, focusing on the first part of what Sirius had said, hoping the truth in his eyes would convince him to go away. And yet youre here. Bothering me. Surely that cant be fun for you either. There was a reason why shed only thought the part about him teasing her; she rather suspected he took great joy in that particular activity. Wanker.
The smirk returned to Siriuss face, this time accompanied by a leer. It could be.
Hermione felt an overwhelming urge to roll her eyes again. Youre such a letch.
Guilty.
You do realize that your so-called charm wont actually get you anywhere. Youre far too old for me, she said primly, only mentally adding: And immature.
Im dead. Age is irrelevant.
So is the topic of sex, seeing as how you cant actually do anything.
Sirius pouted. I could help.
How?
He leered again and she grimaced. Sirius!
What? Its not as if it would be the first time youve done it. I was completely invisible for a while, you know. I saw things.
Hermione felt her face going hot. Hed watched herOh, God, she thought sickly. Bastard!
Well I wasnt thinking about you! she blurted out, suddenly very thankful for the silencing charm shed put on her room.
I wasnt suggesting you were, Sirius replied with a cheeky grin. I was merely bringing up the fact that I could help yourelax a littleuntil the bloke you fancy wizens up.
Mortification. There was no other word for what Hermione felt. Get. Out.
Hermione
Get out! she screeched, making her chair wobble with how forcefully she rose from it.
Fine, Sirius sighed dramatically. But the offers always on the table if you change your mind.
Hermione watched as his image faded out of existence and then took a deep draw of air in an attempt to calm herself. It didnt work. When she tried to concentrate on her essay, she found herself forgetting what shed been going to write, and cursed Sirius for it all the more.
Poltergeists in particular are known for
being complete and total gits. No, her professor probably wouldnt accept that as a valid answer. Even if it was true. Shed yet to meet one who wasnt anyway.
Although, to be fair, Sirius was considerably more distracting than the other ones. Peeves was annoying to be sure, but he generally left her alone in favor of torturing the younger years who didnt know all of his tricks yet. And the Bloody Baron was an opinionated fellow, but even he knew well enough not to bother her for an animated discussion on military strategy when she was in the middle of doing her schoolwork.
No. Only Sirius had ego enough to demand her attention over anything else she happened to be doing.
Urgh!
She hadnt thought it possible, but the man was more infuriating dead than alive. Of course, she supposed he might not seek her out so much if a) he wasnt technically a ghost or a poltergeist, and b) she wasnt the only one who could see him.
Hermione frowned. It was considered a rare gift to be able to communicate with spirits who were trapped between the planes of existence even among wizardkind but she couldnt help wishing that shed been born with a more useful ability.
Like Harry, for instance. Being a parseltongue had come in handy for him on more than one occasion. Not that she really wanted to be able to talk to snakes, but surely they couldnt be as bothersome as Sirius was.
Point in case, she thought, as just then, she felt her long curly hair being swept to the side and the press of deathly cold lips against the skin of her neck.
She shivered and jerked away from the touch. Sirius!
Hmm?
The distinct feeling of a tongue, though not warm or overly moist, licking up her pulse point.
Sirius, I told you to stop it! And to go away. Which one didnt you understand and why?
Neither.
A nibble!
Oh, God, she felt that.
His teeth certainly werent those of a specter. What was going on?!
Then
The brush of cold against her chest as his transparent hands undid the first button on her shirt.
Shed removed the tie and jacket herself the second shed stepped foot in her private quarters. Shed been thrilled at first, naturally, for the privilege of being named Head Girl and getting all the perks that came with it, but now she couldnt help but wonder if Sirius would have left her alone more if she still shared a dormitory with other girls.
Another button.
And another.
And another.
Her breathing was far too ragged to allow her to lodge a convincing complaint, but she gave it a go anyway. Siriusplease.
Okay, that came out sounding completely wrong, she acknowledged, gasping as he plucked one of her nipples through the lace of her bra.
Oh my. That wasunh
She shouldnt be letting him distract her like this. She really shouldnt.
Sowarm he breathed against the shell of his ear, pulling her closer and then nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.
Hermiones mind was reeling. There was somethingthis wasnt right. This couldnt beNo matter what plane of existence a spirit was trapped on, they were still a spirit; something which possessed no physical form and, therefore, couldnt experience the sensations a living person with a body could.
But Sirius was feeling her body heat. And she was feeling hiserm. Right. Yet another problem with the scenario. Erections were caused by increased blood flow to that particular part of the male body. He had no blood to flow and no body for it to flow in. He shouldnt be able to
He ground his hips against her from behind and she absently noted that the hands kneading her breasts didnt seem nearly as cold as before. And considerably moresolid.
She twisted her head to look at him. Sirius
Hermione, he groaned out before claiming her mouth with his own.
She felt that too. The tongue that had seemed so insubstantial before was now warm, almost hot to the touch; and, more importantly, definitely there. As were the arms he turned her body around in so kissing would be more comfortable. And the chest that she rested her own hands against as she found herself responding to him.
No. Something definitely wasnt right here.
A dream perhaps? It was possible. Shed been awfully tired before Sirius even came and started bothering her and it wouldnt be the first time shed fallen asleep on top of the books and parchment on her desk. Not to mention that she was prone to incredibly realistic dreams on occasion. The only thing she couldnt figure out was that they were generally nightmares, not fantasies about a wizard she was usually more annoyed than aroused by.
A slide of his hands on the back of her thighs, on her arse; a less than gentle lift until she was held in the air against him and had no option but to wrap her legs around his waist to have any control over the situation at all.
His groan seemed to go straight from her ears to her groin, pooling between her legs until she found herself rubbing against him in an attempt to alleviate the needful ache she suddenly felt there.
Oh, yes, she mused, definitely a dream. If it had been reality, then Sirius would have been transparent and, well, ghost-like. Not firm and substantial and able to pick her to take her anywhere, let alone the bed that he seemed to be stumbling toward.
Well, so long as it was just a dream, Hermione supposed, smiling up at him when he deposited her on the bed and hovered over her because her legs were still wrapped around his waist. One little tug on them and he was pushed forward, grinning devilishly at her in return.
Knew youd come around eventually, he murmured cockily, unhooking the front clasp to her bra and dipping his head so he could take full advantage of her now bared breasts.
His tongue laved at one nipple while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Hermione whimpered as her back arched of its own volition, her hands grasping for purchase at the thick comforter that was spread across her bed.
Merciful heavens! If he was any bit as good in real life as he was in her fantasy, then she might actually have to take him up on his offer. Of course, he wouldnt be. In reality, he could only leave a lingering, not even real breath against her skin; not touch her oroh, that was nice
Her legs unclamped from his waist and he took full advantage, rolling halfway to the side so he could snake his fingers past the elastic of her knickers, and hook around the material to tug them down her legs.
She was thankful for that, at least. All the romance novels shed ever indulged in had the love interest tearing through the garment and callously throwing the remains off to the side. Her friends could call her unromantic all they wanted, but it didnt seem like a considerate, or practical, thing to do at all.
It did, however, seem entirely like something her sensible mind would conjure up, even in the midst of a passionate encounter, therefore cementing the fact that it was a dream for her.
Fine. She could accept that. Especially when she knew the truth about dreams.
The dreamer was in charge.
With a rough shove and a rolling maneuver, she somehow managed to flip Siriuss back onto the bed and her half on top of him. He grunted in surprise at the action and she couldnt help thinking that was something the real Sirius might do if he was still alive.
Ever arrogant and needing to prove his virility, he would undoubtedly want to be the one on top and in charge.
Hermione smirked as she wiggled to straddle him. If he thought she was going to be submissive to his advances, he had another thing coming.
Which was probably why she was having the blasted dream in the first place, she thought sardonically. Her complete lack of control in the relationship with the semi-phantom had been bothering her more and more; it was only natural that her subconscious would want to fantasize about getting some.
And getting some, she mused with uncharacteristic crudeness. Nothing had ever become of her flirtation with Ron, and after the war had abruptly ended and theyd returned to Hogwarts, hed started dating Luna, Harryd gotten back together with Ginny, and shed been left to go back to her studies with no acknowledgement from either of her friends that shed grown up as well.
It was frustrating on more than one level. Not Harry and Rons fault exactly, nor was it surprising, but that didnt change the fact that she was, indeed, an adult, with the same needs and urges every other young woman her age had.
Pity the real Sirius was lacking a physical body. She mightve taken up on his passes sooner if he had.
Of course, if he wasnt, then he wouldnt be flirting with her, now would he?
Depressing thought, that.
Hermione?
A gentle glide of his hands along her hips under her skirt drew her attention back to the wizard in question.
Havent changed your mind, have you, love? Its the only way to complete the process, you know.
Hermione blinked. Process?
For pulling me out of flux, Sirius replied with some confusion. I thought you knewyou know everything elseI He squirmed underneath her, suddenly uncomfortable and, for some reason Hermione couldnt quite figure out yet, guilty-looking.
Sirius? Not quite a growl, but definitely a warning for him to continue what he was going to say at any cost or suffer the consequences.
He looked away from her, but began speaking again, his words coming out swift but muffled, like he feared her retribution. Mating with He sighed. You have a gift, Hermione, in case you hadnt noticed. Its extremely rare. Theres a legend that someone with your unique talents has the ability to bring a person out of the in between throughummating. He rushed to add, Though I swear, I never would have gone this far if I hadnt thought you knew about it already. I
Hermione rather doubted that, as she knew Sirius, and how extremely selfish he could be, but chose to ask about the part of his statement that bothered her the most instead. Mating?
No, she didnt like the sound of that at all. Had he said sex, or even shagging, she could have accepted it, because it would have sounded more like him, but mating made it sound soprimitive. And permanent.
And real.
And oh, bugger! It wasnt a dream! It was really happening!
She fought not to hyperventilate.
Ill make it up to you. We can have a proper ceremony after you graduate, if youd like. But right now He ground his erection up against her and his eyes fluttered shut with the sensation it caused. It was the breathy, whispered, Please that followed that got her.
Bloody. Hell.
She was actually considering it.
Shed lost her mind; thats all there was to it.
Ceremony? she asked weakly, dreading his answer, but having to know before she let things go any further.
Wellermyes, he said, once again uncomfortable with where the conversation was headed. You see, the bond that forms between us when we He smirked briefly in place of words, but winced at her expression as understanding flickered in her eyes.
A life-mate.
Oh, good gods.
Bound forever to Sirius Black. Only to Sirius Black.
Her heart beat a little faster inside her chest.
She loved Harry like a brother, and Lord knew he deserved some happiness after everything hed been through, butthat was a hell of a commitment - especially when she could barely stand to be in the same room with the man shed be making the commitment to.
Buthe was smart (even if he used his intelligence for nefarious means like the Weasley twins).
Andhe was handsome
And
she would feel guilty forever if she didnt help him escape the dimensional prison he was currently ensconced in simply because she wanted to selfishly hold out for a fairy tale ending that would likely never happen.
Right.
Impatient for her to make up her mind, Sirius mimicked her move from earlier; flipping their positions so he was once again the one on top.
And then she felt him.
Hard and thick and far, far away from the ghost-like cold hed been. Great Merlin!
He nudged her legs a little further open, murmuring obscenities into her ear about how much he wanted her, how much he could make her want him. She barely restrained herself from letting out the burst of manic laughter that was building up within her.
Taking the tremble that quivered her body for acquiescence rather than suppressed hysteria it was, he reached down to unfasten his trousers and free himself. He breathed a long, warm sigh against her neck as he toed off his shoes, then wiggled and pushed his pants down his legs.
He wanted to position himself straight away; wanted to be inside her, wanted everything that came with that, but somehow managed to exercise some restraint. Whatever little foreplay theyd engaged in had all but been talked over, and though he had the ability to stay hard until he found release, he doubted Hermione would be wet enough for him at this point.
With a smirk that promised things to come, he trailed his hands up her bare thighs, moving down her body and bunching her skirt up at the same time as he went. She yelped when he lifted her feet off the mattress and placed the backs of her knees on his shoulders. He wasnt surprised, and proceeded to smirk again before closing the space between them and darting his tongue out for a quick lick between her legs.
Sirius!
It sounded remarkably like a protest, so he ignored it. Shed thank him for doing so later.
Face still between her now squirming thighs, he had to grip them a little harder than he normally would just to keep her still. If he left bruises, then so be it; he wasnt going to chance her choking the life out of him when he was still in the in between stage of being returned to it.
He plunged his mouth against her; kissing her silken lips like they were the ones up above; exploring her with his tongue and a few light nips of his teeth that had her bucking her hips so strongly against him that it was weakening his hold on her.
She was wet now though; her essence dribbling onto his tongue as he stroked it inside her. She tasted musky and sweet; like sweat and honey, and almost the same consistency.
He liked it.
Sirioh, God!
And suddenly Hermiones body shook under his touch; waves of warm pleasure that broke through her again and again as Sirius kept sucking and stroking her down below.
It was the most brilliant feeling. Beyond brilliant. No wonder Ginny always walked around with a cat-like grin on her face.
She dimly registered him crawling back up her body, too sated to really care; too breathless to object.
He kissed her again and there was no gentleness to it this time. She could taste herself on his insistent lips, on his probing tongue, but tried hard not to think about the fact that the tangy flavor had come from her. If she gave it too much thought, then she would likely be repulsed rather than turned on, and she didnt want to ruin the moment.
Sirius pulled back with a stare so intense that she thought shed melt under the heat of it.
You wont regret this. I swear it.
Uh
She opened her mouth to reply, but only a gasp came out as he began to slide his length into her.
Then a scream when he pushed in further and breached a barrier she hadnt thought to tell him was still there.
Fuck!
His breath came out in one fell rush of air that collapsed his lungs. He made an unintelligible sound, pulled back, and then thrust in again. And again. And again. Harder and faster each time, he could barely think anything beyond, So wetso bloody tight, let alone say it aloud.
The only thing about his climax that took him by surprise was the fact that it hadnt happened three pumps into the dance. And that her body had somehow managed to pull off coming again directly after he had.
He was rather jealous of that actually.
And perhaps a bit smug, he had the grace to acknowledge, even if it was only to himself.
But, preening aside, the most amazing thing had been the concentration of magic around them when they both reached orgasm. It was a spectacular tingling that raced through every molecule in his body, solidifying him for good and feeling absolutely wonderful at the same time.
So, Hermione started after he graciously rolled off to the side to lie down beside her rather than continue to crush her with his now-lethargic body.
So.
She risked a glance at him and then twisted to face him fully, reaching out to pat his face in an awkward fashion. He laughed.
Yourehere for good, I take it?
He grinned in affirmation and she nodded once, quickly pushing herself up to a sitting position and then sorely getting off the bed. His grin fell and he propped himself up with his elbow. Where are you going?
To clean up, she said, not unkindly. And then I need to finish my essay.
I you what?
Dont give me that look. You knew I was busy when you interrupted me.
Wellyes, but
Why dont you just go bother Harry for a while or something? she suggested pointedly, and then grinned in a manner he found all too enticing. Its not as if we wont see each other later.
Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again; letting his lips curl upward into a broad smile. I suppose I could do that, he playfully agreed. Clever girl.
He openly leered at her while she stripped out of her clothes and changed into a plush bathrobe. She, however, wasnt paying any attention to him at all, and that just wouldnt do. If she was the only woman hed get to be with for the rest of his life, he wanted her to acknowledge him when he was in the same room with her. He smirked mischievously.
Before I go though
Yes?
How much do you want me to tell Harry?
The End
Author: scifichick774
Rating: MA
Pairing: Hermione/Sirius
Category: PWP
Spoilers: through HBP, but with a few tweaks, so its not really compliant.
Summary: Hermione has an ability that she doesnt find particularly useful. Sirius feels differently.
Disclaimer: Obviously not mine. Im just playing with the imaginary characters lives for fun and not for profit.
Archival: Sure just let me know where.
Authors Note: Happy very belated birthday, mrs_remus! Im so sorry this took so long. Stupid real life.
~*~*~*~
Stop it.
What? Im just trying to help with your essay.
By kissing my neck?
It seemed like the best way to get your attention.
Hermione harrumphed and paused her writing, but the hand clutching her quill still hovered over the parchment, ready to go again after she put Sirius in his place. Her body twisted as she turned to glare at the man who seemed determined to throw her off schedule.
For your information, Ive known the difference between ghosts and poltergeists since I was seven, Sirius. I hardly think I need hands-on experience to finish my assignment. She flashed him a stern look. Especially not when theyre your hands.
Ive never had any complaints before.
Before you were dead and your hands werent ice cold, you mean?
Sirius rolled his eyes. Some people use ice during foreplay, Hermione. He smirked. Or didnt any of those books of yours teach you the things you really need to know?
It was Hermiones turn to roll her eyes. I dont have time for this. Go bother Harry or something.
Sirius made a face. You know he cant see me. And hes no fun anyway since he started dating the Weasley girl again. I throw his broom on the floor and he just assumes its his prowess that shook the walls instead of getting all wide-eyed like he used to.
Hermione thinned her lips to keep from snickering at her friends expense. She couldnt say it wasnt tempting to just let the guffaw out though; Harry had been slightly intolerable ego-wise since they returned to Hogwarts for their seventh year and he and Ginny decided to take their relationship to the next level.
She let her breath go in a huff instead, focusing on the first part of what Sirius had said, hoping the truth in his eyes would convince him to go away. And yet youre here. Bothering me. Surely that cant be fun for you either. There was a reason why shed only thought the part about him teasing her; she rather suspected he took great joy in that particular activity. Wanker.
The smirk returned to Siriuss face, this time accompanied by a leer. It could be.
Hermione felt an overwhelming urge to roll her eyes again. Youre such a letch.
Guilty.
You do realize that your so-called charm wont actually get you anywhere. Youre far too old for me, she said primly, only mentally adding: And immature.
Im dead. Age is irrelevant.
So is the topic of sex, seeing as how you cant actually do anything.
Sirius pouted. I could help.
How?
He leered again and she grimaced. Sirius!
What? Its not as if it would be the first time youve done it. I was completely invisible for a while, you know. I saw things.
Hermione felt her face going hot. Hed watched herOh, God, she thought sickly. Bastard!
Well I wasnt thinking about you! she blurted out, suddenly very thankful for the silencing charm shed put on her room.
I wasnt suggesting you were, Sirius replied with a cheeky grin. I was merely bringing up the fact that I could help yourelax a littleuntil the bloke you fancy wizens up.
Mortification. There was no other word for what Hermione felt. Get. Out.
Hermione
Get out! she screeched, making her chair wobble with how forcefully she rose from it.
Fine, Sirius sighed dramatically. But the offers always on the table if you change your mind.
Hermione watched as his image faded out of existence and then took a deep draw of air in an attempt to calm herself. It didnt work. When she tried to concentrate on her essay, she found herself forgetting what shed been going to write, and cursed Sirius for it all the more.
Poltergeists in particular are known for
being complete and total gits. No, her professor probably wouldnt accept that as a valid answer. Even if it was true. Shed yet to meet one who wasnt anyway.
Although, to be fair, Sirius was considerably more distracting than the other ones. Peeves was annoying to be sure, but he generally left her alone in favor of torturing the younger years who didnt know all of his tricks yet. And the Bloody Baron was an opinionated fellow, but even he knew well enough not to bother her for an animated discussion on military strategy when she was in the middle of doing her schoolwork.
No. Only Sirius had ego enough to demand her attention over anything else she happened to be doing.
Urgh!
She hadnt thought it possible, but the man was more infuriating dead than alive. Of course, she supposed he might not seek her out so much if a) he wasnt technically a ghost or a poltergeist, and b) she wasnt the only one who could see him.
Hermione frowned. It was considered a rare gift to be able to communicate with spirits who were trapped between the planes of existence even among wizardkind but she couldnt help wishing that shed been born with a more useful ability.
Like Harry, for instance. Being a parseltongue had come in handy for him on more than one occasion. Not that she really wanted to be able to talk to snakes, but surely they couldnt be as bothersome as Sirius was.
Point in case, she thought, as just then, she felt her long curly hair being swept to the side and the press of deathly cold lips against the skin of her neck.
She shivered and jerked away from the touch. Sirius!
Hmm?
The distinct feeling of a tongue, though not warm or overly moist, licking up her pulse point.
Sirius, I told you to stop it! And to go away. Which one didnt you understand and why?
Neither.
A nibble!
Oh, God, she felt that.
His teeth certainly werent those of a specter. What was going on?!
Then
The brush of cold against her chest as his transparent hands undid the first button on her shirt.
Shed removed the tie and jacket herself the second shed stepped foot in her private quarters. Shed been thrilled at first, naturally, for the privilege of being named Head Girl and getting all the perks that came with it, but now she couldnt help but wonder if Sirius would have left her alone more if she still shared a dormitory with other girls.
Another button.
And another.
And another.
Her breathing was far too ragged to allow her to lodge a convincing complaint, but she gave it a go anyway. Siriusplease.
Okay, that came out sounding completely wrong, she acknowledged, gasping as he plucked one of her nipples through the lace of her bra.
Oh my. That wasunh
She shouldnt be letting him distract her like this. She really shouldnt.
Sowarm he breathed against the shell of his ear, pulling her closer and then nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.
Hermiones mind was reeling. There was somethingthis wasnt right. This couldnt beNo matter what plane of existence a spirit was trapped on, they were still a spirit; something which possessed no physical form and, therefore, couldnt experience the sensations a living person with a body could.
But Sirius was feeling her body heat. And she was feeling hiserm. Right. Yet another problem with the scenario. Erections were caused by increased blood flow to that particular part of the male body. He had no blood to flow and no body for it to flow in. He shouldnt be able to
He ground his hips against her from behind and she absently noted that the hands kneading her breasts didnt seem nearly as cold as before. And considerably moresolid.
She twisted her head to look at him. Sirius
Hermione, he groaned out before claiming her mouth with his own.
She felt that too. The tongue that had seemed so insubstantial before was now warm, almost hot to the touch; and, more importantly, definitely there. As were the arms he turned her body around in so kissing would be more comfortable. And the chest that she rested her own hands against as she found herself responding to him.
No. Something definitely wasnt right here.
A dream perhaps? It was possible. Shed been awfully tired before Sirius even came and started bothering her and it wouldnt be the first time shed fallen asleep on top of the books and parchment on her desk. Not to mention that she was prone to incredibly realistic dreams on occasion. The only thing she couldnt figure out was that they were generally nightmares, not fantasies about a wizard she was usually more annoyed than aroused by.
A slide of his hands on the back of her thighs, on her arse; a less than gentle lift until she was held in the air against him and had no option but to wrap her legs around his waist to have any control over the situation at all.
His groan seemed to go straight from her ears to her groin, pooling between her legs until she found herself rubbing against him in an attempt to alleviate the needful ache she suddenly felt there.
Oh, yes, she mused, definitely a dream. If it had been reality, then Sirius would have been transparent and, well, ghost-like. Not firm and substantial and able to pick her to take her anywhere, let alone the bed that he seemed to be stumbling toward.
Well, so long as it was just a dream, Hermione supposed, smiling up at him when he deposited her on the bed and hovered over her because her legs were still wrapped around his waist. One little tug on them and he was pushed forward, grinning devilishly at her in return.
Knew youd come around eventually, he murmured cockily, unhooking the front clasp to her bra and dipping his head so he could take full advantage of her now bared breasts.
His tongue laved at one nipple while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Hermione whimpered as her back arched of its own volition, her hands grasping for purchase at the thick comforter that was spread across her bed.
Merciful heavens! If he was any bit as good in real life as he was in her fantasy, then she might actually have to take him up on his offer. Of course, he wouldnt be. In reality, he could only leave a lingering, not even real breath against her skin; not touch her oroh, that was nice
Her legs unclamped from his waist and he took full advantage, rolling halfway to the side so he could snake his fingers past the elastic of her knickers, and hook around the material to tug them down her legs.
She was thankful for that, at least. All the romance novels shed ever indulged in had the love interest tearing through the garment and callously throwing the remains off to the side. Her friends could call her unromantic all they wanted, but it didnt seem like a considerate, or practical, thing to do at all.
It did, however, seem entirely like something her sensible mind would conjure up, even in the midst of a passionate encounter, therefore cementing the fact that it was a dream for her.
Fine. She could accept that. Especially when she knew the truth about dreams.
The dreamer was in charge.
With a rough shove and a rolling maneuver, she somehow managed to flip Siriuss back onto the bed and her half on top of him. He grunted in surprise at the action and she couldnt help thinking that was something the real Sirius might do if he was still alive.
Ever arrogant and needing to prove his virility, he would undoubtedly want to be the one on top and in charge.
Hermione smirked as she wiggled to straddle him. If he thought she was going to be submissive to his advances, he had another thing coming.
Which was probably why she was having the blasted dream in the first place, she thought sardonically. Her complete lack of control in the relationship with the semi-phantom had been bothering her more and more; it was only natural that her subconscious would want to fantasize about getting some.
And getting some, she mused with uncharacteristic crudeness. Nothing had ever become of her flirtation with Ron, and after the war had abruptly ended and theyd returned to Hogwarts, hed started dating Luna, Harryd gotten back together with Ginny, and shed been left to go back to her studies with no acknowledgement from either of her friends that shed grown up as well.
It was frustrating on more than one level. Not Harry and Rons fault exactly, nor was it surprising, but that didnt change the fact that she was, indeed, an adult, with the same needs and urges every other young woman her age had.
Pity the real Sirius was lacking a physical body. She mightve taken up on his passes sooner if he had.
Of course, if he wasnt, then he wouldnt be flirting with her, now would he?
Depressing thought, that.
Hermione?
A gentle glide of his hands along her hips under her skirt drew her attention back to the wizard in question.
Havent changed your mind, have you, love? Its the only way to complete the process, you know.
Hermione blinked. Process?
For pulling me out of flux, Sirius replied with some confusion. I thought you knewyou know everything elseI He squirmed underneath her, suddenly uncomfortable and, for some reason Hermione couldnt quite figure out yet, guilty-looking.
Sirius? Not quite a growl, but definitely a warning for him to continue what he was going to say at any cost or suffer the consequences.
He looked away from her, but began speaking again, his words coming out swift but muffled, like he feared her retribution. Mating with He sighed. You have a gift, Hermione, in case you hadnt noticed. Its extremely rare. Theres a legend that someone with your unique talents has the ability to bring a person out of the in between throughummating. He rushed to add, Though I swear, I never would have gone this far if I hadnt thought you knew about it already. I
Hermione rather doubted that, as she knew Sirius, and how extremely selfish he could be, but chose to ask about the part of his statement that bothered her the most instead. Mating?
No, she didnt like the sound of that at all. Had he said sex, or even shagging, she could have accepted it, because it would have sounded more like him, but mating made it sound soprimitive. And permanent.
And real.
And oh, bugger! It wasnt a dream! It was really happening!
She fought not to hyperventilate.
Ill make it up to you. We can have a proper ceremony after you graduate, if youd like. But right now He ground his erection up against her and his eyes fluttered shut with the sensation it caused. It was the breathy, whispered, Please that followed that got her.
Bloody. Hell.
She was actually considering it.
Shed lost her mind; thats all there was to it.
Ceremony? she asked weakly, dreading his answer, but having to know before she let things go any further.
Wellermyes, he said, once again uncomfortable with where the conversation was headed. You see, the bond that forms between us when we He smirked briefly in place of words, but winced at her expression as understanding flickered in her eyes.
A life-mate.
Oh, good gods.
Bound forever to Sirius Black. Only to Sirius Black.
Her heart beat a little faster inside her chest.
She loved Harry like a brother, and Lord knew he deserved some happiness after everything hed been through, butthat was a hell of a commitment - especially when she could barely stand to be in the same room with the man shed be making the commitment to.
Buthe was smart (even if he used his intelligence for nefarious means like the Weasley twins).
Andhe was handsome
And
she would feel guilty forever if she didnt help him escape the dimensional prison he was currently ensconced in simply because she wanted to selfishly hold out for a fairy tale ending that would likely never happen.
Right.
Impatient for her to make up her mind, Sirius mimicked her move from earlier; flipping their positions so he was once again the one on top.
And then she felt him.
Hard and thick and far, far away from the ghost-like cold hed been. Great Merlin!
He nudged her legs a little further open, murmuring obscenities into her ear about how much he wanted her, how much he could make her want him. She barely restrained herself from letting out the burst of manic laughter that was building up within her.
Taking the tremble that quivered her body for acquiescence rather than suppressed hysteria it was, he reached down to unfasten his trousers and free himself. He breathed a long, warm sigh against her neck as he toed off his shoes, then wiggled and pushed his pants down his legs.
He wanted to position himself straight away; wanted to be inside her, wanted everything that came with that, but somehow managed to exercise some restraint. Whatever little foreplay theyd engaged in had all but been talked over, and though he had the ability to stay hard until he found release, he doubted Hermione would be wet enough for him at this point.
With a smirk that promised things to come, he trailed his hands up her bare thighs, moving down her body and bunching her skirt up at the same time as he went. She yelped when he lifted her feet off the mattress and placed the backs of her knees on his shoulders. He wasnt surprised, and proceeded to smirk again before closing the space between them and darting his tongue out for a quick lick between her legs.
Sirius!
It sounded remarkably like a protest, so he ignored it. Shed thank him for doing so later.
Face still between her now squirming thighs, he had to grip them a little harder than he normally would just to keep her still. If he left bruises, then so be it; he wasnt going to chance her choking the life out of him when he was still in the in between stage of being returned to it.
He plunged his mouth against her; kissing her silken lips like they were the ones up above; exploring her with his tongue and a few light nips of his teeth that had her bucking her hips so strongly against him that it was weakening his hold on her.
She was wet now though; her essence dribbling onto his tongue as he stroked it inside her. She tasted musky and sweet; like sweat and honey, and almost the same consistency.
He liked it.
Sirioh, God!
And suddenly Hermiones body shook under his touch; waves of warm pleasure that broke through her again and again as Sirius kept sucking and stroking her down below.
It was the most brilliant feeling. Beyond brilliant. No wonder Ginny always walked around with a cat-like grin on her face.
She dimly registered him crawling back up her body, too sated to really care; too breathless to object.
He kissed her again and there was no gentleness to it this time. She could taste herself on his insistent lips, on his probing tongue, but tried hard not to think about the fact that the tangy flavor had come from her. If she gave it too much thought, then she would likely be repulsed rather than turned on, and she didnt want to ruin the moment.
Sirius pulled back with a stare so intense that she thought shed melt under the heat of it.
You wont regret this. I swear it.
Uh
She opened her mouth to reply, but only a gasp came out as he began to slide his length into her.
Then a scream when he pushed in further and breached a barrier she hadnt thought to tell him was still there.
Fuck!
His breath came out in one fell rush of air that collapsed his lungs. He made an unintelligible sound, pulled back, and then thrust in again. And again. And again. Harder and faster each time, he could barely think anything beyond, So wetso bloody tight, let alone say it aloud.
The only thing about his climax that took him by surprise was the fact that it hadnt happened three pumps into the dance. And that her body had somehow managed to pull off coming again directly after he had.
He was rather jealous of that actually.
And perhaps a bit smug, he had the grace to acknowledge, even if it was only to himself.
But, preening aside, the most amazing thing had been the concentration of magic around them when they both reached orgasm. It was a spectacular tingling that raced through every molecule in his body, solidifying him for good and feeling absolutely wonderful at the same time.
So, Hermione started after he graciously rolled off to the side to lie down beside her rather than continue to crush her with his now-lethargic body.
So.
She risked a glance at him and then twisted to face him fully, reaching out to pat his face in an awkward fashion. He laughed.
Yourehere for good, I take it?
He grinned in affirmation and she nodded once, quickly pushing herself up to a sitting position and then sorely getting off the bed. His grin fell and he propped himself up with his elbow. Where are you going?
To clean up, she said, not unkindly. And then I need to finish my essay.
I you what?
Dont give me that look. You knew I was busy when you interrupted me.
Wellyes, but
Why dont you just go bother Harry for a while or something? she suggested pointedly, and then grinned in a manner he found all too enticing. Its not as if we wont see each other later.
Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again; letting his lips curl upward into a broad smile. I suppose I could do that, he playfully agreed. Clever girl.
He openly leered at her while she stripped out of her clothes and changed into a plush bathrobe. She, however, wasnt paying any attention to him at all, and that just wouldnt do. If she was the only woman hed get to be with for the rest of his life, he wanted her to acknowledge him when he was in the same room with her. He smirked mischievously.
Before I go though
Yes?
How much do you want me to tell Harry?
The End
