Just How Much [R]

[Slytherin Cyanide]

Pairing: Sirius/Hermione
Type: PWP
Rating: Tee hee hee. {blushes}

Hermione Granger had been watching Sirius Black for the past week. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. It was horrible. It had never been like that before. It was if something had bitten her, and made her fall in love with the man. 'Man', that part was what scared her. He was way too old for her. Way too out of her reach. Or, was he?

Sirius had been shooting mysterious looks at her whenever they made eye contact. She really didn't know what to think. Had she been imagining it all? Jumping to conclusions? Surely there was something else going on, because the way everything was happening just didn't make sense to her at all.

Hermione was dying to find out, and one quiet night she got her chance.

Ron had headed to bed early after having an upset stomach from all the sweets he'd eaten, the twins in their room, Ginny in hers, and the Mr. and Mrs. in the kitchen. Hermione hadn't a clue where Lupin was, but she knew that he certainly wasn't in the living room. She was looking down from the landing at Sirius who sat alone, completely alone.

Hermione made her way down the stairs as quietly as she could manage. She looked down at each step as she put her stocking foot upon it, afraid that she'd slip. Finally she reached the bottom and stood next to the banister, staring at the man.

She'd never realized just how handsome he was. The way his wavy hair lightly rested upon his shoulders, or the softness of his features. She smiled, tilting her head and admiring him.

He suddenly looked over, startling her. She gasped silently and gripped the banister,

"Hermione, forgive me. I didn't know you were there." Sirius said, smiling softly and standing. "Do you need anything?"

"No, no. I'm fine." She said, taking a deep breath and walking over to him. She sat down on the couch, looking up into his grey eyes. Hermione took a deep breath, remembering that she wanted to be forceful about this. Strong and forceful, like an adult. After all, she was approaching one about serious matters.

"What is it, then?" He asked, looking down at her, his eyes seeming to bore into hers.

"I need to speak with you about something important, Sirius." She said, her voice shaking slightly. Her heart was beating hard against her chest. She never realized how much she'd been attracted to him until that moment. Hermione was convinced that if she didn't steady her breathing she might've passed out.

"Sure, anything you want, Hermione." He said, sitting down on the sofa beside her, a peaceful expression on his face.

Hermione paused momentarily, scared to continue. But, she knew she must.

"Sirius, are you in love with me?" She blurted out, clasping her hands together causing her knuckles to turn white.

"Pardon?" Sirius asked, looking dumbfounded.

"What would you do if I kissed you right now?" Hermione asked, her cheeks burning like fire. She knew her face probably looked like a blood red tomato just then.

"Uh, err... Hermione, I don't think that's entirely appropriate--" Sirius began before she cut him off abruptly.

"Then what were those looks you gave me?" She said, her voice getting steadily louder. She was beginning to panic.

"Shh," He said, motioning for her to lower her volume. "I wasn't aware I was sending you any looks." Sirius said, not sounding so sure.

Hermione could tell that he was lying. There was something in his eyes. Something about the way that he was looking at her made her believe that he wasn't telling the truth.

"Sirius, I'm not stupid. I know I didn't imagine this," Which she wasn't too sure of herself. "Please, don't make me look like a fool. During all those dinners, and all the time we spent here," She motioned to the room they were in. "I know you said something more than just 'Hello' in your eyes."

He opened his mouth to say something, and then shut it. Hermione's heart began to beat faster, if that was even possible. She'd never thought that he'd confess. She had expected that he'd just brush her off, ignoring everything she'd said. But, she was getting ahead of herself. He hadn't said anything... Yet.

"Remus was right." He said, shaking his head and looking over her shoulder. "I was doing it subconsciously, but, nevertheless, I was still doing it."

"Doing what?" Hermione said, leaning in closer, hurting to hear his answer.

"Loving you, Hermione." He said, looking back into her eyes. "There were little hints, like the looks. However, I also talked about you exceedingly to Remus, to which he took notice to," He smiled. "And chewed my ear off about."

She laughed nervously, but her laugh soon disappeared. She looked at him, fear in her eyes, but curiosity in her mind. She wanted to see just how far she could get that night. She wanted to see just how much he loved her.

"Sirius, what would you do if I kissed you right now?" She repeated, her adrenaline pumping. She could feel herself taking control of the situation.

“Hermione, really--” He started, but she stopped him.

“Answer my question, Sirius. What would you do?” She said, leaning in slightly. She wanted to tempt him. She licked her lips, her eyes searching his face for a clue.

“I -- I guess I‘d kiss you back.” He said, swallowing loudly.

“And, if I pushed you onto the couch and started snogging you feverishly?” She asked, moving even closer. She could hear his breathing quicken.

“I‘d let you.” Sirius answered, his mouth staying open slightly.

“Well, we‘ll see about that.” She said, pushing him onto his back with force and climbing on top of him.

While maneuvering onto him, she felt her leg brush up against his groin, which was warm and hard. She’d clearly aroused him just through the conversation. This fact brought her hope, and gave her power to do what she wanted.

Hermione kissed Sirius’ lips, parting them gently with her tongue. She made sure to feel out every part of his mouth. She didn’t want to miss anything. She arched her back at his touch, his hands sliding underneath her t-shirt. She, herself, was already starting to get hot and wet in between her thighs, something she’d only ever experienced through fantasizing about movie actors.

Shocks of pleasure shot to her center as Sirius cupped and massaged her breasts. Hermione yearned to feel his touch on her most private and personal parts. She wanted him to be her first.

“Take off my shirt.” She breathed into their kiss.

“Hermione -- ” Sirius began, stopping when he felt her leg rubbing against his erection. He moaned, and did as she requested.

Hermione helped to lift off her own shirt and throw it to the floor. She also reached around unclasped her bra, removing that also. She sat half-naked atop Sirius, looking down at his beautiful face. She felt cold and nervous, but she wanted this more than anything. That’s what she told herself as she kissed him once again, guiding his hands to her bare breasts.

During their kiss she began to undo his pants, her hands shaking beyond her control. Sirius would moan every time her hand would falter and push against his erection. Finally she managed to free his stiff cock, beginning to pump it immediately. She moved backward and leaned over, taking Sirius’ hot member into her mouth. Hermione bobbed her head up and down, sucking, licking, and pleasuring him.

After a short while of pure silence Sirius spoke.

“Hermione, no. I want this to be your night.” He said, cupping her chin in both of his hands and lifting her eyes to his. “I want this all to be for you.”

Her heart leapt in her chest. She smiled, and lifted her hand to lightly stroke Sirius’ cheek. She nodded in agreement.

“Okay.” She said, still smiling.

“Hold onto me tightly.” He said, hugging her close to his body.

Before Hermione knew what was happening, she and Sirius had apparated into his bedroom. She looked around in the darkness, seeing posters on the walls, but not being able to identify them. She quickly ignored everything else but Sirius, who was now positioned above her.

“You‘re beautiful.” He said, kissing her. His kissed moved from her lips, to her neck, and then to her breasts. Hermione was too busy moaning with pleasure to notice her pants and underwear being removed until they were already gone and the cool air hit her hot, wet pussy.

“Hmm, Sirius...” She moaned, gripping the sheets under her as he parted her legs and began sucking on her clit. She pushed her head back into the pillows, fighting with herself not to scream from the pleasure.

Sirius’ tongue darted down to her vagina, where he licked and stroked until Hermione was gasping his name in ecstasy. Finally, she came, and Sirius’ swallowed her juices, their unbelievably sweet taste satisfying only half of his desire.

“How was that, my love?” Sirius asked her, kissing her, allowing her to taste her own cum. She licked her lips, her taste arousing her once again.

“Unbelievable.” Hermione breathed, looking up at Sirius with half-open eyes.

She couldn’t believe that Sirius had just pleasured her, and how good it had felt. A million things were running through her mind, foremost the thought of how right everything felt. She reached up and grabbed the back of Sirius’ neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss.

“Sirius, I want to feel you inside of me.” She whispered, afraid to say it any louder, as if the words might shatter and make everything disappear.

He kissed her roughly, pressing his mouth down onto hers with force. Just moments later she knew why. As Sirius entered her a shot of pain ran through her. It felt as if a knife was being jammed up her vagina. She screamed into the kiss. Hermione bit his lip as he thrust in and out of her, the pain numbing with each turn. She licked the blood away, moaning and gasping through the movements.

Following many shouts of pleasure, fingernails running down backs, and pleading, Hermione came, Sirius following soon after. She could feel his cum shooting inside her, closing her eyes she tried to lock the memory into her mind forever, even though she was sure it was already imprinted there.

He collapsed next to her, panting, the sweat glistening all over his body. She collected all of her strength and used it to rest her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him.

“I love you.” Hermione said, looking up at Sirius’ face.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. His face broke into a handsome smile, and he kissed her forehead.

“I love you, too.” He said, absolutely sure of his words.

Sirius’ I love you, too echoed through Hermione’s mind as she fell asleep in his arms that night, bringing her the most comfort she’d ever known.