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- 1-The Born Again Virgin
- 1
Thank
you to my beta, Good_Witch!
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Two
years. More precisely, it was two years, seven months and thirteen days. Not
that she admitted to keeping track. The old parchment covered in tick marks on
her dresser offered no explanation to the casual observer. Not that said casual
observers ever found their way into her bedroom, and therein lay the problem.
She
did not know the official length of abstinence to be declared a 'born again
virgin,' only that the marker had past. That fiery rush of sensation at being
so intimately filled by a man lay long forgotten no matter how hard she
strained her memories for it. The knowledge that people often went without sex
for long periods of time did nothing to placate her. For Hermione Granger, this
was becoming a medical emergency.
Hermione
lay in her bed, fully awake with eyes shut while thinking about her
predicament. She had never had trouble in the past. She had stepped out a bit
after breaking up with Ron. None of it came to anything, so she decided to take
a little hiatus. Then the hiatus turned into a way of life. She knew she was too
fixated on it. Too obsessed. She had eyed the checkout
boy at the grocery yesterday, such was her desperation. The truth was she was
not bent on having sex with just anyone. There was a man haunting her dreams of
late. One she had never imagined she would see again, let alone fancy. The
magical world once again astounded her.
Unconsciously,
her fingers brushed against the edge of her knickers as she thought about him.
It had all started one year ago today. Ginny was going stir-crazy from being
pregnant and had dragged her to a pub so she could eat greasy fish and chips
and watch other people, namely Hermione, get drunk. Hermione had not intended
to get drunk; it was Ginny's insistence that she have a few drinks that did her
in. Two days prior Ginny had unleashed the mother of all Bat Bogey hexes on
Percy for 'coughing too loudly' so it was best to just do as one was told
around her. Well, a few drinks turned into a lot of drinks, and lowered
inhibitions turned into mad snogging with the equally
sloshed Justin Finch-Fletchley.
All
in all, things were looking well for Hermione. Then Harry burst into the pub,
shouting a wild tale about some man appearing out of thin air in the middle of
a shopping center in Mexico City
who claimed to be Sirius Black.
Ginny
did the only sensible thing a woman can do in just such a situation: She went
into labor. Harry promptly fainted, Justin puked on Hermione's shoes, and all
manner of chaos ensued. So with Harry and the entire Weasley
family incapacitated, Hermione ended up at the Ministry's Portkey
office trying to talk the after hours employee into granting her a Portkey without the usual twenty-four hour paperwork wait.
She was Hermione Granger after all. When that name didn't work, she was forced
to drop Harry's. Even then, she still had to resort to flat-out bribery. She
never found out if Justin even recognized it was her he had been snogging.
She
arrived at the English Consulate in Mexico
City several Galleons lighter, hair frayed in every
direction, and in desperate need of a fresh pair of shoes. Frank Croaker, an
Unspeakable, met with her and led her to a private room.
Her
heart had leapt in her chest when she saw him.
She
had expected it to be a mistake, or a hoax, but it was no such thing. He looked
as he had the last time she had seen him at Grimmauld Place
so many years ago. He struck her as more handsome than ever, though undoubtedly
he looked the same, and she was more of an age to appreciate it. Bellatrix's curse had left a tear across the chest of his
otherwise smart attire, allowing a peek at freshly healed skin. Harry had told
her one dark, desperate night on their interminable camping trip how Sirius had
fallen into the veil.
Orange
light from the smoggy sunset cast a surreal glow in the room. For a long moment,
the two stared at each other as if unsure whether the other was real or a
mirage. Until Hermione burst into tears and threw her arms around him. He was
real. He squeezed her so tight it hurt. She didn't know how long they were like
that; only that Croaker had left the room at some point. Sirius and Hermione
were never particularly close before, but in that moment, they became the best
of friends.
Into
the night they talked. Hermione had long since shaken her drunken haze and
sleep deprivation. It fell on her to relay the news of Voldemort's
defeat and the Order's tragic losses. It was a rough time for both. The news of
Remus and Tonks was devastating to him, but there was
a light at the end of the tunnel. Croaker had managed to procure a return Portkey, and he brought a message from home. At 11:58 GMT,
James Sirius Potter had been born.
Hermione
sighed and stretched. Only a year ago� Harry had been irate that the Ministry
had lied to him about the veil. It was no portal of death, but rather, one of
time and space. Those who traveled through it were transported to a random time
and place, most of whom were never heard from again.
Sirius could have ended up a thousand years in the future, or in the middle of
the Pacific Ocean, or both.
She
did not know when she had started to fancy him so much. They were quite close
after their night in Mexico,
and they shared the bond of being outside of the Weasley
family, which was growing more massive all the time. Perhaps it was the way he
devoted his life to being a father figure for Teddy or that he had made peace
with his past. Either way, Sirius chose to keep his family
and friends close, and despite bouts of the sullens,
he was a warm and caring man. Hermione's mind turned fuzzy again. A man she
wanted to have care about her. This time, her fingers slid under the waistband
of her knickers, only to find them already damp. She couldn't help it. She was
infatuated.
He
had moved in with Andromeda to be closer to Teddy; plus, the company was good
for both of them. Hermione speculated about a tryst between the two. Neither
was known to date other people, and they were Blacks after all�being cousins
never seemed to interfere with that type of relationship.
Clearing
her mind of Andromeda, she thought about the way the muscles in his back moved,
for in her shyness, she often watched him when his back was turned. She
imagined what it would be like to slide her hand in the back pocket of his
jeans and give that amazing arse of his a squeeze.
Would he like it if she did that? Would he smile, causing those little lines at
the corners of his eyes to appear? Would he touch her the way she was touching
herself now? She could probably come in an instant if it were his strong
fingers sliding into her. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as
she rubbed harder. The wave of pressure built inside her; she clenched her
thighs together over her hand as it crested and broke, leaving her gasping and
shaking.
Hermione
buried her face in the sheets until she recovered. Only thoughts of Sirius
could bring her to such an intense orgasm. It always made her cheeks flush when
she had to face him, knowing what she did while she thought of him. She would
see him later today, a thought that both elated and embarrassed her.
A
sudden weight on the bed signified Crookshanks'
arrival. She opened one eye to see his squashed face hovering over hers. Her
morning activities had delayed his breakfast. Reality was back in the form of a
hungry cat.

-o-O-o-

"Happy Birthday, James!" Hermione leaned
over and kissed her godson on top of his head. He smiled up at her before he
resumed chasing stray pieces of cereal around the tray of his high chair, all
the while babbling in his nonsense language. "Congratulations
to you too. You made it a year!" Ginny was not looking her finest
right now. Hermione started to make herself a mental note not to have children,
stopping when she realized that was not a problem. She hugged her harried
friend, carefully avoiding the splotches of cake batter and flour that dotted her
apron.
"Harry
is already talking of wanting another. I may have to kill him." She
smiled, but not the sort of smile that gave Hermione the impression that
Harry's life was out of danger. "Actually, James is a dear. Most of the time. It's this party that is going to kill me.
Dinner is almost ready, but I still have a cake to bake, James is going to need
a nap soon, and Teddy has run through here twenty times already. I think Sirius
and Harry have been sneaking him biscuits again."
"What
can I do to help?"
"Keep
everyone out of my kitchen, for starters; ward the door if you have to. James!
Don't eat that!"
Hermione
took that as her cue to leave. Once outside the door, she bumped into Sirius,
of all people.
"Excuse
me." He tried to pass, but she threw her arms wide to block him.
"Ginny
said no one is to enter under pain of death." He raised his eyebrows.
"I rather think she means it too." She held up her chin in an attempt
to look intimidating, which was really hard when he was so close. She felt the
heat rising in her face, his scent adding to her discomfort. It was sort of
woodsy and manly, with a hint of� Play-Doh?
"Very well." She
jumped immediately when he pinched her on the hip. Flustered and ashamed to
admit she rather liked it, she didn't notice when he started talking again.
"�to see you, Hermione, it's been ages."
"I
saw you four days ago." Then it dawned on her: he was joking and now
laughing at her. She flushed again, at least having a reasonable excuse for it
this time. Silently chiding herself, she followed him down the hall. The
sitting room was packed and there were more people coming.
"Hermione!" George scooped her up in
an off-the-ground hug.
"Hi,
George," she gasped. "Hi, Angelina. Fred's
looking well." The little boy looked up at mention of his name and
grinned, allowing Teddy to steal his crayon.
"Teddy!
Give that back." Sirius used his best grown up
voice; Hermione almost believed it and had to laugh a little. It was only fair
after all. Sirius made a face at her.
All
the seats were taken up by Weasleys and their
spouses. Hermione made her own on the arm of Harry's
chair. Arthur and Molly were there, as were Percy and Audrey. Little Molly was
sprawled across her grandfather's lap, sound asleep. Molly sat on the floor,
offering help to Fred and Teddy on their drawing projects. All the kids in the
house made Hermione feel a twinge of regret. Everyone here had their own
family, even Sirius, though she eschewed her thoughts of him right now. Why did
she not settle?
"Good
to see you, Hermione, dear," Arthur said. "Bill, Fleur, and their
troop should be here soon. Ron and Luna will be a bit late, but they're
coming."
"I
should go help Ginny," Molly volunteered.
"I
don't think that is a good idea, Molly. I think she wants some time to herself right
now." Sirius laughed, but stifled it as soon as Molly glared at him.
"HERMIONE!"
"Then
again, maybe I should go check on her." Hermione was a little afraid to
go. Ginny was armed and irritated. She thought it best to be prepared before
entering the kitchen.
Ginny
only rolled her eyes upon seeing Hermione with her wand at the ready. "I'm
not going to hurt you." She was not so sure of that, the way Ginny was
wielding that wooden spoon. Molly would be proud. "Please take James up to
his room and put him down for a nap." Hermione nodded. Still not making
any sudden moves, she stowed her wand and picked up James while Ginny returned
to scraping the last of the cake batter into a baking tin.
"I
think I can handle that. As long as I don't have to cha�Oh, I do. Thanks a
bunch, Ginny."

-o-O-o-

"Happy Anniversary, Sirius." They were both leaning over the crib,
waiting for James to fall asleep. Sirius was so kind to rescue her from dirty
nappy duty. She knew she fancied him for more reasons than just his looks.
"You
remembered."
"How
could I forget? I've never had to bribe anybody before or Portkey
under the influence. I don't recommend either."
He
smirked at her. "I'm not sure I ever thanked you properly. I was pretty
dazed myself at the time."
She
flushed a bit as she thought of a way he could thank her. "Quite
all right. You're here now. That's all that matters."
"Yeah." His smirk faltered.
He
looked as if he was going to say something else, but didn't. He had been down
lately, as he was sometimes prone to be. She hardly thought herself qualified
to give advice. Her own problems were trivial compared
to what he had been through. She couldn't even claim to have gone without sex
as long as he must have while he was in Azkaban; though she was sure the Dementors sucked those urges away. Her eyes rested on the
sleeping boy while she was lost in thought, so much so she didn't even notice
Sirius had stepped away until he motioned to her from the door. With one last
glance at James, she tiptoed away from the crib.
Just
as the door clicked shut behind her, Bill came bounding up the stairs, his
giggling daughter tucked under one arm.
"Quick,
hide! Teddy's coming. We're playing hide and seek." He ducked into the
bathroom, shoved Victoire in the cupboard under the
sink and jumped into the bathtub, pulling the shower curtain around to hide
himself. "Shh!" He admonished as she was
still giggling despite being crammed under the sink.
Harry
darted up the steps and disappeared into his own room.
Sirius
grabbed her by the hand and dragged her down the hall. She cast a quick Colloportus on James' door before being pulled into the
guest bedroom. No one deserved to incur the wrath of Ginny right now.
Before
she knew it, she was trapped in an empty armoire with her arms pinned to her
sides and her spine pressed against Sirius' chest. And she thought this was
going to be a boring party.
"Sirius,
is this�" one of his hands clapped over her mouth. There were noises
coming from the hallway. Her hand brushed his thigh, purely on accident, a
result of their close quarters; nonetheless it had quite an effect on both of
them. He jerked as if the touch had burned him. She shuddered when she realized
what she had done, making him grip her tighter.
A
roar of laughter burst out in the hall. Bill had been caught. Sirius dropped
the hand over her mouth, just in time, too, because, had he held her mouth open
any longer, she was afraid there would be drool and felt that was not very
sexy.
That
train of thought ended the moment she felt his newly freed hand wind into her
hair. Her skin erupted in goosebumps, and this time,
not on accident, she gripped his thigh. His skin was hot through the denim. She
didn't know the how or why of what was going on, only that it needed to happen.
She knew there was no way he could fail to notice her shivers, but judging by
his ragged breath, she was not imagining this. His nose bumped against her ear
as he whispered her name so quietly she was sure she would not have heard it
had he not spoken it against her neck. She tipped her head back as best as
possible. He saw this as her signal to proceed and tilted his own head so that,
for the briefest of moments, their lips could meet.
"Caught you!" The
armoire door flew open, revealing a grinning Teddy Lupin.
Neither of the occupants moved, still frozen in a tight embrace.
"I
could stun him."
"Sirius!" He released Hermione and
jumped out of the armoire. She was hoping this would not be a lasting or
damaging memory for Teddy; it surely would be for her. Sirius tickled Teddy
until he was shrieking with laughter, then slung him over his shoulder and
carried him out of the room. Hermione remained frozen in place wondering what
had just transpired in the armoire.

-o-O-o-

"Nice hair, Hermione." She lifted her hand to feel the back of her
head after Bill teased her. A quick examination confirmed it was sticking out
everywhere, more so than usual.
"Must have snagged it while I was hiding." George
whispered something to Angelina. Whatever it was, she smacked him for it.
"Dinner's
ready." Ginny entered the room, looking quite sane and cake batter free.
Hermione suspected she may have started drinking already.
"I'll
tell the others."
"Anything to drink, Hermione?"
"Whatever you've been having." She sat
down in her chair again. When Ginny returned, she set down a cup of coffee. It
was not what Hermione had expected, but thanked her anyway.
"Hi, Her-my-nee." Teddy
crawled into the chair next to her, sitting on his legs so that he could reach
the table as the rest of the group filed in.
"Hi,
Teddy, it looks like you've been having fun." He didn't say anything else.
He only continued to stare at her and smile, bringing about concern that she
might have a bogey. She wiped her nose hastily, but there was no cause for
alarm. She really did not need any more embarrassment today.
Sirius
hoisted Teddy into the air and conjured a cushion for him so he could sit
properly before swinging him back in his seat. She was glad to have a break
between them. Both made a conscious decision to not make eye contact.
"Hermione,
I know we're here for James' first birthday, but would you like to say a little
something about the other anniversary we're celebrating today?"
Hermione's
throat went dry as the entire table looked to her. Two weeks ago, she had only mentioned
in passing that they do a little something for Sirius at the party. Now, Molly
was staring at her like she should have an entire speech planned. Hermione
forgot her resolution to not look at Sirius who had forgotten the same thing.
Only, he was smirking, apparently amused at her obvious horror.
She
slowly rose from her chair, desperate to think of something witty.
"In
a time when we lost so many, it would have been easy to give up hope, to run
away, to do anything but stand and fight. Even when there was no fight left,
there were still memories, nightmares." She looked to Ginny who nodded
appreciatively; she had more than her fair share of nightmares. Teddy watched
so attentively; she knew he did not understand what she was talking about, but
his support meant a lot to her. She set a hand on his shoulder and continued.
"But, there was always hope, sometimes in the form of a ring, a promise, a
laugh, a wish."
She
made the mistake of looking at Sirius. He was not smirking any longer. The knot
in her belly tightened. He was looking at her the way she always wanted him to,
and it frightened her. Time stopped when their eyes met. Feelings that had lain
dormant in her for years yawned and stretched. Her gaze dropped to the table in
an effort to salvage her composure.
"Uh,
sometimes hope is a many-changing form." She gave
Teddy's shoulder a squeeze. "We may never know what miracles lie in store,
we can only stay hopeful and be thankful of every one. One year ago, we got two
in one day." She sat down quickly to a round of polite applause. "I'm
so glad you're back, Sirius."
Hermione
did not have problems speaking in front of a crowded room. Giving a speech
about a good friend and longtime crush who had just kissed her in a dark
armoire was an entirely different tale. Her cheeks were still pink when she
looked up to see Harry grinning at her. She clamped her hands together in her
lap to hide their shaking. When Sirius' hand closed over her shoulder, speaking
the 'thank you' his mouth was incapable of uttering, she understood what she
was feeling. It was magic; magic in its simplest form.
It
was not the blistering fire of passion, but a trickling
warmth sliding down her spine and instilling her with hope. He said nothing.
She said nothing. Their shared gaze spoke volumes.
For
Hermione, this dinner could not end soon enough. She took a sip of her coffee
and almost choked when she was met with the surprise taste of alcohol.
Apparently, Ginny had paid attention in Charms.

-o-O-o-

Sirius' mouth was so hot and his tongue was doing the most amazing things. She
wrapped her arms around his neck and dipped her tongue into his mouth to taste
him as he had tasted her. The bump forming on the back of her head from where
he slammed her against the door throbbed, but his strong fingers were kneading
her arse so well, she really didn't care. Using the
last of her common sense, she drew her wand and silently cast an Imperturbable
Charm on the door.
They
came up to James' room on the pretense of putting his gifts away. Bill had
laughed at her. He may have known all through dinner, not that Hermione
remembered if she ate anything at all. Her thoughts were solely for the man
sitting one small child away from her. Whether it was just then, or after
watching the two exchange glances over roast beef and potatoes, Bill had their
number and even went so far as to distract the rest of the partygoers to cover
their escape. Hermione made a mental reminder to send him a thank you note.
There
was a familiarity with him, something no amount of sexual attraction could
fake. They were already emotionally close, so neither felt any hesitation in
completing their physical connection. All at once, she felt hot, cold, pulsing
with a desire that shot through every nerve ending, obliterating any rational
thought. Her only focus was on him, touching every part of him until she was
part of him.
The
point of no return was long past. With deft fingers he had her shirt
unbuttoned. Her skin blushed with every brush of contact. "Hermione."
He moaned the word against her throat before raising his head to meet her eyes.
His hands found her arms and gripped. Hard. "I
want you so much. I don't think I can wait."
"Don't
then, please�" His lips on hers silenced her plea.
"I
want you. I've wanted you for so long." Hot realization pooled in her
belly. He had fantasized about her as she had for him. The irony of it would
have made her laugh had the memories of all her frustrated nights not come
flooding back as well.
"You�you
have?"
"Ever
since you showed up in Mexico
smelling like vomit and Firewhisky."
She
smiled, wide and honest. "That has to be the most romantic thing anyone
has ever said to me." He pulled her into a tight embrace. "You've got
some strange kinks, Sirius Black, but I'll take you." His grip loosened as
he leaned back to take her in. She was beautiful; swollen lips and smudged
make-up, trophies from his affections, could not belie that fact.
"You
will, will you?" He pressed a kiss to her temple, continuing down to her
ear, her neck, along the parted opening of her shirt to nip lightly at her
nipple through the lacey fabric of her bra. She moaned and arched her back at
his ministrations, her body set aflame once more. His tongue trailed across her
chest to attend to her other breast. The effect was electric and nearly too
much for her to stand. Her hand caught a fistful of hair at the base of his
neck and pulled him up to her. Once again, their tongues were dueling. She
worked frantically to undo the buttons of his shirt, finally giving up and
yanking it open, sending the buttons cascading to the floor. He let go of her
long enough to free himself from the garment's
remains. His chest was lean and smooth, the muscles of it flexing under her
caresses.
Her
hands moved even lower, finding the answer to her question of what that back
pocket felt like. He parted her legs with his knee, raising his leg until it
was pressed against her core. The pressure and friction from only slight
movements set her gasping. If this is what he could do with his knee, she could
only imagine what he could do with his�
"Sirius!"
He
immediately lowered his leg and reached under her skirt to yank her knickers
down. She managed to free one leg of them before his hands were under her skirt
again. His fingers slid along her wet folds, pressing further into her to find
her warm and ready for him. "Now, Sirius, I can't wait�" she pleaded
against his ear.
Sirius
didn't need to be told twice. His hands gripped her thighs and lifted her up.
She could feel the slick wetness on his hand, triggering another wave of lust
to course through her. Pressing her back against the door for balance, she
hooked her legs behind him, freeing his hands to help her with his own
trousers. She teased the head of his cock with her thumb, before tracing the imposing
length of it and gripping the base with a light squeeze. He gave a cracked
groan, his whole body shuddering under her touch. Regaining enough control to
position himself to take her, he sought her eyes. The short distance did not
allow him to focus properly, but he saw it all there, the need, the desire that matched his own.
"Sirius,
I thought you ought to know, it�it's been a while for me." She mentally
upbraided herself for speaking at such a moment. He was ready, she was ready, no past experience was going to hold them back now.
"How long?"
"Two
years." He smiled in spite of himself. "Seven months and thirteen
days." His grin widened even more. She looked put out that he would be
amused by that.
"Sorry,
sorry." He closed the minute distance between their mouths to kiss her
softly. "It's just� Well, we'll have to do something about that."
She
smiled and shifted her hips just enough to take the head of his cock inside
her. With eyes locked, noses brushing, breath mingling, he pushed into her. She
let out a sharp cry of surprise; the immediate rush of sensation at being
filled so completely spread through her like Fiendfyre.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and gave a strangled yell. She was
so incredibly tight for him, he had to take several
breaths to regain his control.
Slowly,
he drew out of her only to thrust back in, and again, each strong stoke filling
her completely, flooding her with waves of ecstasy as he rubbed against her
most sensitive spots. Her body hummed with pleasure at his every touch. She had
found what was missing and could never live without it. Her heels dug into his arse in an effort to hold him closer. He shifted her body
so that with each stroke, he brushed her clit, stoking the already rampant
fire.
Sirius
redoubled his efforts, knowing he would not be able to hold out much longer.
Her hands came to his sides, the sheen of sweat on his skin allowing them to
slide easily over his flesh. Moaning her name, he came. He reached to where
they were joined, rubbing small circles on her clit until she found her own
completion, crying out without care that the entire Weasley
family save Charlie was in the same house.
Neither
spoke as he eased her back to the ground. She wasn't sure her rubbery legs
would support her. They shared a languid kiss that spoke all the words they
couldn't find. Somehow, over the pounding of her pulse in her ears and the
sounds of his ragged breath, she heard footsteps in the hallway, footsteps of
someone small.
"Teddy,"
she whispered. "Teddy's in the hallway."
"I
told you I should have stunned him." They broke apart, each listening
carefully for more noises from the hall. "I should see what he's up
to." Hermione nodded. Sirius made a hasty repair of his shirt, and they
both straightened their appearance as best as possible before he opened the
door. Sure enough, Teddy was in the hall, peeking curiously into the guest
room.
"What
are you up to, little man?"
"Sirius!" He ran forward and
latched on to Sirius' leg.
"You
know, I can tell Harry to watch him tonight. Teddy won't be any trouble, he's
bound to pass out soon anyway; we've been giving him biscuits all day."
"Well,
since your evening is free, maybe you could swing by for a visit,"
Hermione offered.
He
reached down and covered Teddy's eyes before kissing her lightly. "Sounds
like a plan." He picked up Teddy and headed to the stairs, turning before
he got there. "Are you�" His brows knit. "Are you all right,
with everything?"
"Nothing
ever felt more right."
His
face relaxed into a naughty smile. "I just wanted to make sure it was good
because�it's been a while for me, too, a long while."
Hermione
was not sure exactly what he meant by that, surely he�?
"Just
how long ago are we talking?"
"Oh."
He paused, knowing she would be surprised. "About 1981."
Her jaw dropped. With a wink, he turned and skipped down the stairs, Teddy
waving at her over Sirius' shoulder.
How
could he? She had never really thought about it before, but when would he have
had the chance? In Azkaban? On the
run? Locked up in Grimmauld Place?
A
slow smile spread across her lips before she Disapparated to her flat. She had just deflowered the born
again virgin. And with only five minutes past, she couldn't wait to do it
again.
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