Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2007-09-10 09:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermione granger, hermione/sirius, sirius black |
[FIC] Worth it in the end. : Sirius/Hermione
Originally posted here on 31 August 2007
Title: Worth it in the end.
Requestor: wickedswanz
Author:
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius Black/Hermione Granger.
Summary: Hermione accepts that drink Sirius so kindly offered.
Disclaimer: JKR is the master, we just take the horses out when she's not looking.
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1902.
Beta: By my hero.
I don't know what made me go. Part of me knew the chances of Hermione changing her mind were virtually non existent. It didn't make sense that she suddenly wanted that drink I'd offered. I'd never expected her to say yes in the first place, but then she owled, and who was I to leave her hanging? I hardly had to wait five seconds before she answered the door. I can't say I wasn't shocked when I took in her appearance, I'd never seen her look so... messy? And I'd never realized just how sexy messy could look.
"Glad you changed your mind about that little drink, Granger." I spoke quickly, shooting her a devious grin.
"Come in." She said as she took a few steps forward, reaching out to close the door. Hermione looked even better up close. I was fascinated by her hair, looking better than I'd ever imagined it could, wild and free and...
It was a good thing I'd spent enough time around beautiful women to control myself.
"You should get changed. I could sure use a drink, and there's a new place opening in Diagon Alley, and I think it's..."
Whatever I thought it was, I couldn't tell you. Not even now, looking back. All I could hear was her music from the wireless beating in my ears and my heartbeat thundering along with it, and what the hell was going on? Blimey, I was sure I must have hit my head because I felt her lips brushing over mine, her hand at my collar... When my back hit the wall it all became painfully clear. Painfully something else, too.
"What are you doing, Granger?" I growled, wrapping my arms around her arms, trying to force myself to hold her back.
"Shut up." God, I'd lost my jacket and she was still kissing me and oh fuck, I can remember it, almost feel it sometimes, the heat of her mouth and the strength of her hands...
"Since when do you swear?" I was thinking out loud. My brain didn't seem to be functioning quite as it should.
"I do a lot of things."
I still wasn't responding. She was out of her mind, she must have been, she didn't know what she wanted; she couldn't. But bugger me, her hands were quick, and I was half-way out of my shirt already.
"Slow down." I had to stop her, this was just so wrong. Hermione may have been hot as hell, but she was a nice girl and nice girls didn't do that, didn't taste like that...
My shirt was gone soon after, and Hermione had a wild glint in her eyes; glassy, and I was sure I could see fear in the very depths of them.
"Come on Black, are you pretending to be a good guy now?" Her voice, I still shiver when I think about it. But she was right, I'd never pretended I was any sort of knight in shining armor, that I was going to come in and save the day. It was written in her eyes. She was daring me with every move of her body and quirk of her lips. I kissed her then, to show her I was everything she'd hoped. I could hardly bring myself to lay my hands on her, her body on fire against mine. But I didn't need to, not with her hand behind my neck forcing me closer and her tongue giving me no choice as it pressed into my mouth.
I could touch her then though; in fact I couldn't keep myself from her any longer. I wrapped my arms around her, maybe too roughly for her small frame but who could resist? Her nails dragged across my back, oh fuck, just like that, leaving five red marks burning across my shoulders... Who was this girl? She tasted of fire and her mouth was bitter like expensive chocolate and I was hooked, just like that. She tried to pull me back to what I could only assume was her bedroom, but I didn't have to be the good-guy, not tonight and this was my show. Moving back towards her room I broke the kiss to tug her shirt over her head, giving her mess of hair a beautiful new canvass to spread across.
"How does it feel, Granger?" I took a great handful of her tangled hair and tugged her head back so I could press a trail of heated kisses down the column of her throat.
"Free..." Her response seemed muffled in her throat, strangled by the soft noises she was making in response to the sharp nips I placed across her collar bone. "Amazing. Fuck, Black...," she hissed.
Hermione was easy to lift; I picked her up, throwing her not so gently on top of her perfectly made bed. "Granger, maybe we should-" What can I say, maybe I am more of a good guy than I'd like to admit...
"Black, don't you dare say slow down." She was already wiggling out of her pants, great expanses of velvet thigh practically short circuited my brain. I could have just looked at her forever, lying there and so glorious and perfectly her. Reaching down, I ran my hand up her leg, from ankle to neck, before I let my lips follow the same path. When I reached her stomach she made a noise that I still dream about, and a shudder moved up my spine.
"Fuck... Granger..." Her hand wrapped in my long hair and tugged hard enough to make me whimper.
"Hermione."
"What?"
"My name..."
"I know your name."
"Sirius."
"I'd rather you called me Black."
"Shut up."
I laughed at her, such words sounding foreign coming out of her mouth. But what a girl wants, a girl gets, and again who was I to deny her?
I relieved her of her underwear and myself of mine, but when I moved to kiss her, she shoved me firmly, and I chuckled before following her command to roll onto my back. I liked this side of her, so unlike anything anyone else would get to see. This side of her was for me, it always will be and I'll always hold on to that.
Her hips fitted so easily into my hands and sometimes, when she's absorbed in something else- a book, a spell, a potion- I can take a few moments to fantasize about coming up behind her and grasping her, just once more.
I thrust up into her and we both cried out in not-quite-right harmony. The way she was moving, I could have stayed perfectly still and enjoyed it immensely. I think that made her feel better, to feel like I was unimportant, just a body she could use.
She looked so free, pupils so wide I could hardly see the brown of her eyes. But I couldn't just lie there, not without searching the dresser afterwards for my fee. When I rolled us she whined in frustration and I just chuckled again.
"'Mione...," I whispered her name into her neck as I gripped her thigh, bringing her leg up as far as I could and grinning when she wrapped it around my back.
"Sirius..." Her response was quiet but I remember each syllable, the sound, the way her voice changed the word so much.
Good guy I was not, but I ensured she came apart in my arms first, the sight of her enough to follow her over the edge, one hundred times over. We lay there afterwards, side by side and not touching as we gasped to regain our breath. Her breathing slowed and I felt her hand twitch under the sheets before it rested gently on my thigh. "Sirius?"
"Granger?"
"Goodnight."
*~*~*~*~*~*
When I wake up the sun's already high in the sky and I can feel him curl his arm around my waist. His tattooed hand stands out so much against my pale stomach and he rubs my thumb in slow circles. He nuzzles my neck and I try to pull away, put distance between us but he tightens his grip on me. "Hey... Hermione." It's my name that does it and I relax as he trails kisses down my throat.
I'd been drunk last night, drunk and stupid. It's hard being the one everyone ignores, that just slips through the cracks and I wanted to do something daring. Now he's looking at me like I always dreamed he would, with a fire burning in those stormy grey eyes. Under his gaze, I feel sexy and passionate, even though I know I'm not special to him.
There are bruises on my neck and he kisses them softly before he captures a nipple between his lips. He looks so smug when I whimper and I grab a handful of his hair. It seems like the most natural thing in the world when he settles between my thighs and licks a path down my stomach. I've been in a few relationships before, but no one has ever done that and when his head dips between my legs, I tense.
"Relax...," is his only response as he curls two fingers inside me. His mouth is magic as he toys with my clit, and I tremble under his attention.
"You're so hot like this...," Sirius is whispering against my thigh, and it's hard to pay attention with such a heavy fog descending over my brain. "Come for me..." But I hear that and I do, my back arching and my thighs clenching around his head.
It takes me a minute to recover and when I open my eyes, he's looming above me. There's a moment when he just looks at me and it takes my breath away all over again. Then he smiles and I feel myself melt.
"Let me take you out for that drink..." I think he must be joking but he captures my lips in a question of a kiss. "Come on, don't break an old man's heart." I consider him a moment, and his eyes seem so earnest.
"Okay," is all I can say really, and his face breaks into such a bright smile. "But when?"
Sirius' smile turns wicked again and he nips at my bottom lip. "Tonight. Until then, I'll have to think of a few ways to keep you occupied."
*~*~*~*~*~*
I watch her sleep, knowing when she wakes up I'll take her for that promised drink. She looks so peaceful, and I'm almost awed. I know I'm charming, have been since my teenage years, but that doesn't mean I know how to say the right thing. Last night was a great example. I'm confused by this girl, she's young and probably too smart for her own good. I don't know why she does half the things she wants to do, but I want to find out.
I lie there with my eyes closed, listening to his steady breath. Every now and again his hands will move over my skin, but I don't pull away. The stubble on his jaw scratches across my shoulder, and I have to suppress a shudder. I never wanted to feel like a whore, but I always thought that was the only way into Sirius' Black's arms. I don't know why on earth he does half the things he does, but I really do want to find out.