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1:30 PM August 31st, 1996
The entire day felt surreal.
Each moment that passed seemed to make her question, is this real?
Is this really happening? Mum, please don’t cry. Did we just hex a muggle? This isn’t happening. Am I really marrying Sirius? Oh, Godric, is this real?
Emotions swirled and swirled making Hermione feel dizzy. Then everything stopped and she looked down at her hand. Her ring finger had her grandmother’s ring on it. Her mother had insisted.
She sat quietly at the desk in their room. It was a nice muggle hotel. She didn’t remember the name or how the outside looked or how they paid for the room. It was a complete blur like the rest of the day.
Sirius went back to Grimmauld to let everyone know they were safe.
It was only half-past 1 in the afternoon. It had only been seven hours since the marriage law shattered her world. An hour and a half since she changed her life forever by marrying Sirius Black.
She finally wondered when he would be back. He’d be there with food since neither of them had eaten all day. Her stomach grumbled as she thought of the food.
She carried her beaded bag into the bathroom and began to run a bath. She reached in her bag and pulled out her toiletry bag and a change of clothes. She didn’t stay long in the hot water as it started to give her a headache almost as soon as she got in. She hurried through what she needed to get done. Once she was out she grabbed an old overly large shirt and she got dressed. A comb was pulled through her hair before she decided on a simple braid that went all the way down her head that she tied off on the end with one of her muggle elastic bands.
For half a second Hermione contemplated putting makeup on but shook off the idea. She never wore it anyway and it was useless to pretend. He’d see it as the insecurity that it was.
She did use a potion for her puffy eyes. He didn’t have to see her tear swollen face though.
She grabbed her pajama pants and contemplated putting them on. She knew practically they would come off anyway. That thought suddenly lead her to think about her knickers. Without thought, she had put on a pair of plain white cotton knickers. Only comfort had been on her mind at the moment. She had a momentary crisis pulling all of her underwear out and growled at herself for worrying about something so girly. Did it even really matter? She put her pile of mixed underwear back in her bag. All the lace. The pink. The black. The silk.
Her white cotton would do. They were plain and virginal just like she was. All the snogging and groping that had passed between her and the few guys she had ever fancied now seemed childish. Her virginity had felt like an insurmountable obstacle. She hadn’t wanted to get serious with anyone with the threat of a looming war hanging over her head. Now the impending loss of it weighed heavy on her mind as fleeting dreams and desires she had harbored flashed through her mind.
She ended up with her pajama pants on. She never slept without them so no reason to make herself do something she wasn’t used to. Everything else was changing but this didn’t have to.
She tidied up the bathroom. Put her beaded bag and wand on the nightstand and crawled into the bed before the glowing red numbers beside the bed stated it was 2 o’clock.
3:30 PM August 31st, 1996
Sirius sat there and watched Hermione sleep. He sat there for nearly an hour contemplating the 16-year-old in his bed. Their bed. He had a million questions and couldn’t grasp one for a moment before they were replaced by another.
Would he hurt her? Was she a virgin? Could he even do this?
He grimaced, knowing the truth. Yeah, I could. But she’s 16, he reminded himself.
Would he scar her emotionally? Would she hate him? Would it ruin them? Did she think of him as a depraved? Would she think that when she was finally his age and understood what he did? What would James have done? What would Lily have said?
Will Remus forgive him?
He grabbed his face rubbing his hand up and down. She’ll hate me.
Sirius watched her chest rise and fall softly. I can’t let her hate me. I won’t.
He sighed deeply. She should be happy every day of her life. She’s my wife. His hand tightened into a fist.
She’s. My. Wife.
I’m going to hell.
There were far worse things in the world he could be doing to pave his way to damnation. Going to hell to save his wife would be an easy sin. Finally, single-minded he stood from his seat while their dinner lay forgotten on the desk. He stripped down to his boxer briefs folding his clothes on to the chair as he did.
He stepped towards the bed. Her chest rose and fell evenly. Her hands were tucked like a prayer under her cheek facing towards his side of the bed.
He chuckled realizing he now had a side of the bed. New territory indeed.
Her hair was back in a braid, but she had short wisps already peeking out. There was a spatter of freckles on the bridge of her nose. Her skin had a soft glow and her eyelashes thick and full.
She looked every bit 16 and Sirius felt his heart break at how young she was and what was being taken from her. One day she might understand. When she was older and more worldly. Now he was determined to make this better. Maybe she wouldn’t hate him now. Hopefully, when she was older she wouldn’t hate him for what he gave her. Only for what he took.
With any luck what he gave her was a memory she didn’t have to try and forget. Something that wouldn’t be horrible. Not him forcing himself to do it. Right now with her inexperience and insecurity, she would read too deeply into every hesitation on his part.
He crawled into bed beside her and silently watched her slow rhythmic breathing.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead. She didn’t stir. He kissed her on her cheek. Her rhythmic breathing broke. His hand cupped her cheek and gently he kissed the tip of her nose. She stirred and her hazel eyes slowly opened to meet his grey.
He watched her as everything came back to her and she remembered why she was there. She tensed. He kissed her nose again.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered.
She swallowed thickly, “Y- Yes.” She whispered back.
He leaned in slowly his eyes never leaving hers as he placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
She closed her eyes and he soon followed suit leaning more into the kiss.
He darted his tongue forward as she opened tentatively and he swiped at her top lip. And then tenderly sucked her bottom lip.
He shifted them as she lay on her back and he was over her on his elbow. He kept most of his body on the bed beside her. He didn’t want to startle her out of their kiss by being in a position used for sex.
His tongue dipped into her mouth as took hold of her waist. He noted the pajama bottom elastic and moved his hand on the skin of her waist slowly up under her shirt. Each time he got higher her body would tremble under his.
He pulled back and kissed her cheek and look down at her to gauge her reaction. Her eyelids were heavy, but she was far from relaxed. She smiled at him tentatively.
“Hermione, you are so- so beautiful,” His breath caught on his words. He wasn’t sure if it was because he wasn’t used to saying something like that or his emotions were getting the better of him. He just hoped that she didn’t think that he had hesitated. He kissed her neck and then came back to look at her.
“If I had my way you’d be much older,” he scrunched his nose to try and stop any tears that threatened him, “I’m sorry it’s this way, but you must know that I care about you.”
Her eyes moved between his mouth and his eyes as he spoke. He kissed her again just as tenderly as he did on the streets of London. Just as tenderly as he did when their marriage ceremony ended. “But you must know that I’m struggling with how young you are, not with how womanly you are, or- ” his thumb brushed the underside of her breast. Her breath hitched. He moved his thumb further, “I do not find you lacking. Not in any way. Do you understand?” His thumb slid over her nipple. He moved his thumb softly back and forth as it formed a bud.
Hermione nodded. She cupped his cheek, her thumb grazing his stubble, “I think I do- understand,” she whispered.
Sirius dove in for his kiss. It was firmer. Harder. More passionate. But he was holding back. He couldn’t lose himself to the passion. He just needed her to find it. His fingers tweaked her nipple.
Her hands finally moved to touch him tentatively. She roamed his chest until her hand found themselves moved to his shoulders and then entangled in his shaggy mane.
He trailed wet kisses along her jaw, suckled her neck. Her breath hitched and then quickened.
He dipped his head as he brought up her shirt. He didn’t give her time to react as his lips took the breast his hand was currently touching.
He suckled and then flicked his tongue. A groan escaped her lips. He raised his eyes to her face as he flicked her peak again. This time she bit down on her lip.
He leaned up and kissed her. Sucked her lip and then playfully nipped it. He leaned in to whisper in her ear peppering kisses to the column of her neck and ear lobe, “Only I bite your pretty lips. I want to hear every beautiful sound.”
She shivered at his touch. He suckled her earlobe and she groaned as he smiled into her neck.
She could feel his smile and she gripped his arm, “Don’t be so smug,” her words breathless. His eyes danced with mirth and he watched a true smile grew across her face. He laughed and then she did too. It was a refreshing relief and the last of tension Sirius was holding onto slipped away
He quickly kissed her again and moved over her. One of his legs slipping between hers. He pressed his mouth into hers and then inched her shirt up with his hand, his other elbow beside her face.
He awkwardly tried to move her shirt higher and then pulled up on his knees as he helped raise the shirt over her head.
He looked down at her breast with pinkish-brown nipples hardened to little buds. He looked towards her meeting her eyes and she blushed. Her chest turned pink to match her pretty cheeks.
Sirius grinned and lowered back down to kiss her again. His chest grazing the tops of her sensitive buds.
Moving back to her neck he placed soft kisses down her neck. Starting with her earlobe and moving down. Each soft sigh encouraged him and then her hips moved into his thigh and he groaned.
He felt her smile as her neck tightened slightly. He licked her neck softly before he suckled it harder. She groaned.
His other hand stopped moving circles on her hips and dipped between the elastic of her bottoms and slowly moved between towards her center. She tensed and he went back to her mouth kissing her soundly. His fingers found the edge of her damp knickers and moved them to the side. He tested her opening with the tips of his fingers.
He groaned. He took her wetness and drug it up to her tiny bud. She whimpered into his mouth. He pulled back to watch her. Her eyes were clenched shut and he dipped his finger back to her opening only to slowly travel back up the path to her sensitive bud. He repeated the process slowly until her clit was wet as well. Her breath would intake when he moved up to her clit and slowly release when he moved to her wet opening.
“Hermione, please look at me,” his voice hoarse with desire.
Her eyes popped open and he gave her a quick kiss and then moved his finger in a small circle around her tiny bud. He watched her mouth fall open and a soft groan left her lips.
“So beautiful.”
He pulled his hand away and leaned back into his knees. He took hold of the elastic on her waist and tugged as she lifted her hips.
He shed her pants quickly moved down her body. He kissed her stomach right above her white knickers never removing his eyes from her face. Her hand stroked through his black hair.
His fingers looped into the sides of her knickers as he trailed kisses from her navel down to her thighs. He watched her very carefully as he started to tug the material down as well. She watched him watching her as his kisses stayed with her hemline until he reached her sweet bud. He licked out soft and tentative as her eyes snapped shut with a cried-out moan.
He pulled down the rest of the way quickly as he licked and suckled her. He pulled back slightly as he adjusted one of her thighs over his shoulder and opened her up to him. He continued his slow perusal of her sensitive flesh as she groaned, whimpered, sighed, and then panted. He grinned into her cunt.
“Open your eyes, Hermione,” he told her. He licked her again knowing she was so close. Her eyes stayed shut.
“Please,” he asked and then suckled her sensitive clit.
Her eyes snapped open and he watched as her eyes found his. She blushed prettily. His tongue darted and pressed harder on her. Her eyes started to drift shut again.
“Stay with me. Watch me. I want to see you come undone.”
She cried out as he quickened his pace and increased pressure.
Then he slowed.
Hermione groaned in desperate need. “Sirius,” she whispered.
It sounded like a plead.
His tongue dipped into her opening and found her nice and slick. He dragged his tongue back to her bud lazily and then did it all over again. Slow and deliberate watching her. Knowing that he just pulled her back from the brink. He wanted her desperate for it.
He finally pressed his finger into her opening. He watched her eyes widen and he increased the pressure on her clit as he made quick circles around her clit.
She moaned his name and pressed her head into the bed as he pressed into her. He moved his fingers back and forth slowly spreading her dampness. He slowed his tongue to match the pace.
“Please,” she pleaded and then moaned, “Sirius, please.”
He grinned into her cunt. Her eyebrows furrowed together a reprimand on her tongue as he pressed both his fingers into her pulling up and placing pressure on the underside of where he knew her clit was. He pressed harder inside of her and moved his fingers in slow firm circles and his mouth suckled her clit.
Hermione’s hand tightened into his hair and he watched her face as her world shattered. Her eyes closed. Her hips bucked. Her thighs tensed and then they shook. She whimpered and her cunt pulsed around his fingers. He slowed to a stop as her tremors did.
He moved his briefs down quickly and pulled her to him as he moved up her body. She trembled under his touch as he held her tightly and kissed her face and shoulders. Her neck.
“So beautiful the way you came for me,” he whispered. He sat them both up and pulled her legs around him and set her on his lap. He captured mouth and she continued to shake in his arms. He wrapped one arm around her waist pulling her towards him as her arms wrapped around his shoulders holding on with the only strength she had left. His other hand stroked himself between them to bring himself to full hardness.
Sirius moved his hand from her waist and gripped where her thigh met her butt and raised her slightly as he pressed his sensitive head to her slightly pulsing entrance.
Her eyes popped open and found his.
“You okay?”
She nodded and let out an unsteady, “Y- yes.”
“Can I—,” he didn’t finish as she pressed onto him and helped him enter her properly.
The groaned together and she bit his lip. Hard.
He knew it would be better for her if he came quickly but damn him, he didn’t want this end. He held her hip hard pulling her down on him and they stayed that way a few moments as they both adjusted. He panted into her chest as she clutched his shoulders. Her breath came out in warm puffs into his neck.
He was almost content with that, but she continued to pulse and adjust to him. He slowly moved her hips back and then rocked forward. He shuddered as she groaned.
He pulled her face to his and his mouth moved over hers. Sirius urged their hips into a slow rhythmic motion. Hermione caught on to the tempo and soon took over and move her hips into his harder.
He stilled as he let her take her pleasure. His lips pressed into her neck and shoulders over and over encouraging her movements. His hand steadied on her hips as she moved back and forth.
Sirius pulled back to watch her with her eyes closed moving wantonly. Desperation was written on her face.
“You feel so good,” he encouraged. He brought his thumb between them and moved it in time with her hips. Her movements started to become erratic and he knew she was close. But she was losing pace chasing her orgasm.
He wanted to watch her come undone on him. Around him. He lowered her down never taking his thumb from her clit. He leaned forward and kissed her once before he raised back up to his knees. He pulled her hips up off the bed and towards him resting on his thighs.
She let out a gasp as his hip rose from the bed and held her as he took control of her pleasure.
He tried desperately to control the rhythm and pace, but his hips were snapping forward erratically. He shook his hair out of his face so he could see her. His eyes kept moving between her face of pure ecstasy and watching himself disappear right below where his thumb made furious circles.
He felt her walls clamping around him and he pressed his thumb more desperately at her clit.
“Please,” he heard himself beg.
Her eyes opened to watch him. Sweat moved down his brow and chest. His grey eyes were hooded in passion. Her eyes lowered to watch where they were joined, and her eyes rolled back as she watched him enter her. The only sound that could be heard was her soft breaths, his low grunts, and the sound of skin slapping into skin.
He grunted, “Hermione,” her walls pulsed on his cock again. Desperate he pleaded, “Come for me, love.”
His eyes stayed with her as her orgasm tore through her body. She cried out in a near sob as he watched her entire body tense and arch. Her arms and legs shaking.
Sirius was desperate for release. He pulled out over her quivering heat reluctantly and quickly fisted his hand over his cock. He watched the tremors still moving through his wife her eyes moving toward were he pumped himself frantically. As soon as he knew she was watching him he came with a deep groan short spurts of his hot cum shooting out on the bed and her cunt.
Not taking even a moment to recover he immediately moved over her to kiss her passionately and she eagerly returned it. He slid his arms under her and palmed her shoulders and pulled her to him as he rolled to his side. He moved back sharply to look at her when he heard a shuddering breath leave her.
Tears leaked down her face. She quickly whipped at her face not wanting him to see.
“Hermione, love? Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” Sirius was starting to panic holding a crying witch in his arms.
She shook her head, but fresh tears ran down her face.
Sirius started to pull away from her, but she grabbed his arm tightly, “No, please don’t leave,” her voice was shaking with emotion, “I— I don’t know why I’m crying.” She wiped her face again and moved her face into his chest not wanting him to see her.
Sirius took a deep breath as he pulled her close again understanding, “It’s okay, love.” His hands moved up and down her back affectionately as she calmed, and her breathing evened out. After she fell asleep, he slowly moved them and covered them. He glanced over at the clock and it was barely five in the afternoon. Less than 12 hours since Kingsley had brought them the news that led them down this road.
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