From the Past

He kissed her like a man possessed. A man dying of thirst and of hunger. Walking up death row with the green mile beneath his feet. Hermione almost sobbed at the truth in those thoughts; that was exactly where Black was, on the edge. Soon after she returned him to his time his two close friends would die and he would know that one he trusted had betrayed them all and doubt the friendship of another. He would be arrested without trial and left to die alone in hell for twelve years.

His mouth grazed hot and wet down her throat, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. His hand smoothed easily over her slim hips and dipped into the curve of her waist. As one hand touched and caressed, pressing each sensation to memory the other urgently unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the side impatiently.

She loved his urgency, loved that he was impatient, eager to touch more of her. But the feeling was mixed, bittersweet. It was that urgency and impatience that drove him to his fate. It was what made him hand his godson to Hagrid and run half-crazed to his destiny. It was what made him the man he was now, older, wiser, and so much stronger then anyone ever thought possible for a playboy like him. And that was the man she loved.

His mouth moved lower making her cry out when he latched onto one erect nipple and gently sucked. He flicked his tongue and slid his lips in slow passion filled kisses over the tightened pinkness till she moaned and shuddered with intense, pre-orgasmic shocks.

She felt him chuckle against her breast and smiled. Smug bastard.

"Do I have your attention now, Butterfly?" he murmured.

She laughed, loud enough to make him rise up and look at her quizzically. She saw the uncertainty in his eyes and immediately brought her hand to his cheek and kissed him. "You've had my attention for a long time, Sirius." And she kissed him again, quickly before his could dwell on her use of the name of his other, older self.

His mouth moved downwards again but this time with a more direct purpose in mind. Down over her breasts, pausing just a moment to make her shudder again only to descend lower. His mouth trailed down over her ribs, down her stomach, pausing to place deliberate kisses around her belly button and over the slight rounded rise of her abdomen.

She moved her hands to cover the slight imperfection. He growled, deep in his chest, and shoved her hands aside.

"You're beautiful," he mumbled and kissed his way slowly across her stomach and lower still.

A molten shiver of excitement coursed through her body and flooded warm and sensational in her lower belly as he gently pushed her thighs apart.

"Oh Merlin," she moaned and her thighs trembled where his hands held them apart.

He placed one long, lingering kiss on her inner thigh, just above her knee. "Do you know what I want to do, Butterfly?"

"Yes," she whispered closing her eyes with the sheer bliss of anticipation. It had been so long.

"Are you sure you want me to love you this way?" She could feel him smiling against her thigh.

"Yes! Yes - yes - yes. Sirius please…"

He brushed his mouth again against her inner thigh and all too slowly made his way closer to where she was hot and ready for him. He stopped again. "Are you sure? You're would be just humoring me now would you?"

A wave of frustration flooded through her with his words. Crying out she arched her back, lifting her hips of the mattress. "Oh Merlin, Black please." She breathed, her throat dry and her mind floating high above them both. "Black - Black please… Love me, Black." She could feel tears on her cheeks but no longer cared. She was tired of hiding, tired of being the good, controlled one. Her body had become a mass of need and wantonness. If she couldn't have the man she loved then she would demand the man who wanted her. "Black, oh Black please. Please love me, just love me."

"That's better," he growled against her thigh moments before his mouth covered her sensitized inner flesh and lapped her nerve filled nub with his coarse tongue.

"Oh god, BLACK!" Her neck arched back and her hands gripped at the sheets. She repeated his name over and over as he lapped at her, bringing her closer and closer to her long awaited climax. "Black, oh Black, Black."

His tongue flicked, slow strong flicks over her swollen clit. Firm, warm, slick, steady he flicked back and forth, again and again. All the while she flew closer, closer, oh Merlin, closer. Her hips began to rock in time with him and she was closer. She started to mew softly with the sweet intensity, and she was closer still.

All at once her mind clouded over and she was there. Black never stopped, never faulted, grew neither faster nor slower. "Black!" Her shocked cry exploded from her lungs just as the rapturous orgasmic bliss exploded in her contracting center and flooded through her body, all the way to her fingertips and toes.

She was still breathing hard when he shifted back up over her. Her body felt boneless and wonderful. It was all she could do to grin up at his own smiling face. "Wow." Was all she could manage.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed and dipped to capture first her bottom lip then the top lip between his own. The sensual captures and gentle suction made her moan anew. "Are you tired my little witch?"

"I feel incredible," she whispered and gave a breathless laugh. "If I'd known you could do that I would have locked the door back when we first kissed."

He looked outraged. "You mean no one has ever…?" His eyes shifted downwards to where his mouth had just been.

"Well yeah, but I never managed to - you know…" She made a face. "Get there while he was doing it. I'd get close then he'd start speeding up and doing lots of weird twirly things - I mean that's all good in the beginning but… Oh my god." She covered her face and shut her eyes. "I can't believe I'm saying this out loud."

Black laughed and kissed her flaming cheeks. "I'm glad I was the first," he murmured.

"I just bet you are." Hermione curled one of her legs around his and nipped her bottom lip as she reached down between them and her eyes widened when she found what she sort.

His grin just got wider at her expression. Circling her fingers around his erection she was shocked into silence. He felt longer, thicker, oh god, harder then she expected.

Before she could think, before she could breathe his mouth was on hers again, his hands engulfed her hips and he pressed the tip of his cock against her opening and thrust inside with a deep chesty groan.

She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her head arched back and her body quaked as his girth stretched her so perfectly, filling her body and soul.

For a long time they lay completely still, Black's ragged breaths hot against her throat for a moment and another until with another groan, he balanced his weight on his arms planted at her sides and began to rock.

It was all Hermione could do to simply close her eyes and feel. Black was large and heavy over her, crushing her into the mattress. His cock was a hot steely rod sliding easily back and forth inside her slick passage. His breath was hot and his voice sounded raw to her ears.

Merlin she loved him. Everything about him. His free spirit, his strength, his lust. He was perfect in his passion just as she always imagined he would be.

Black's movements became more insistent and she moaned in time with his deep groans. His hands framed her face and his lips brushed hers.

"Look at me," he muttered and she did.

Hermione gasped at the intensity of his expression. His eyes were almost black and his full lips were parted to take in more air as he was obviously fighting for control.

Her gaze locked with Black's, she lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his hips, forcing him deeper and slid her hands down his muscular arms. And all the while he rocked, faster, harder. Every part of his body touched hers inside and out. They were one as she had wanted for so long.

Black's mouth fell wider and she knew that he was close. She placed her hands on either side of his flushed face and met him thrust for thrust, lifting her hips to just the right angle so her clit clashed delightfully against his now rapidly pumping body.

He shut his eyes for a moment and finally rasped, "Fuck, witch, I've been going crazy with wanting to get my dick inside your little cunt." He gasped some more. "I feel like I've wanted you forever, like I've been waiting for you forever."

Tears pricked her eyes at his words. They were the words she'd dreamt of him saying. But not him, the older him. But Sirius would never say such a thing to her. She was out of his league.

But before she could dwell on that bitter thought Black's head lowered to rest on the pillow beside her head. His fingers threaded into her wild hair and he let go.

He took her hard and fast and almost brutally. His long deep thrusts were those of a crazed beast, taking his carnal pleasure the way he took everything. She felt him shudder above her and her own body sang with the pure bliss of being truly possessed. Taken the way she so desperately needed.

Hermione was close.

Black moaned and gripped her hair tighter in his fists, pounding his cock harder as though he were trying to permanently imprint himself inside her. "Ooh fuck, fuck - fuck - fuck - Not gonna last. Fuck gonna come," he seemed to almost whine through his gasping breaths.

Oh Merlin she was so close, on the edge, his driving thrusts were making her dizzy and her body throbbed with her oncoming climax. There was nothing in the world but him and this moment. His cock slid out only to press back inside with a force that made her cry out.

His groans grew louder and she could feel the muscles in his arms and back and neck straining in those last moments before his orgasm hit.

She cried out in pure bliss. Those ravenous thrusts dragged her over the edge and she felt her passage contract and clamp down around his rock hard cock.

Black gave a final yell and shoved his hips hard against hers, burying his cock up to his balls. He came for a long time, holding himself deep and Hermione couldn't help but watch him. His mouth was wide to pull gasping breath after gasping breath and his face was a mask of rapturous bliss.

Somewhere in the distance a door slammed but Hermione and Black were already slipping into a deep sated sleep, arms wrapped around each other as though they would never let go.

Sirius paced his room like caged panther. What the hell was wrong with him? How could he have said that her? The one woman he had ever thought he could really love, the one woman he was sure he could spend the remainder of his life loving. How many times had he fantasized about Hermione walking towards him wearing pure white bridal robes, her hair a halo around her beautiful face? How many times had he wondered at what it would feel like to press his hand against her belly and feel his son or daughter growing inside her?

And now she was leaving. Leaving because he drove her away. He had hurt her, humiliated her. The one woman he had vowed to only ever protect.

Sirius turned for the door and made his way to Hermione's room. He had to make this right. How could he live without her in his life. He needed her smiles and her affectionate voice when she spoke to him. Even if they were not meant to be lovers as he wished, he needed her as his friend.

Aware of the other sleeping occupants, Sirius knocked softly on her door. When he received no response he knocked again more loudly; still no response.

He carefully turned the doorknob and opened her door. "Hermione?" he whispered. "It's just me, can I come in?"

Still nothing.

Sirius pushed the door open and blinked at her empty bed. His heart stopped. Had she left already? But she had promised to stay long enough to send Black back to his own time.

It was then that he heard it. Gasping breath and the dull straining of bedsprings, coming from Black's room.

Something inside him cracked. Hermione had made her choice and she hadn't chosen him. He wasn't surprised really, what would a beautiful, brilliant woman like her want with an old has been like him when she had a younger more vigorous model right there. And Black was showing her just how vigorous he was by the sound of it.

All at once the walls were closing in on him. He had to get out, had to get away. Spinning away from Black's room, Sirius almost ran down the stairs, grabbing a bottle of firewhisky on the way through and out the front door slamming it behind him.

The brisk air was soothing on his heated flesh but he didn't pause to dwell. He swung his leg over his bike, revved the engine and flew into the night sky.

Hermione woke with a start and knew that something wasn't right. She wasn't in her own room for one. Secondly she wasn't alone. A large hair covered arm was wrapped possessively around her waist and she could feel a man's hot even breath against her throat.

As carefully as she could, Hermione extricated herself from his grip and turned around to see the peaceful sleeping face of the younger Sirius Black. Memories of just a few hours ago flooded her mind and flushed through her body turning her cheeks pink.

What had she done?

Black groaned and opened one eyes. He grinned a sleepy grin when he saw her watching him. "You're thinking again," he accused.

"I'm always thinking," she returned. "I should go before the sun comes up, the others will have too many questions that I can't answer."

"Sure you can answer," Black said sitting up with the sheet around his middle. "You spent the night having mind-blowing sex with me - Three times if I remember correctly."

"Four," Hermione added with another scarlet blush.

"Ooh yeah." Black moaned and reached out to drag his thumb over her lips. "I can't remember the last time I came that hard."

She giggled but pulled back. "I have to go. It's not just them, it's you - the older you. Things are strained enough between us as it is."

Black suddenly looked annoyed. "What the hell does it matter what he thinks? You're leaving soon anyway right?"

She gaped at him. "Well yes but I'd like to think we're still friends. It's important to me - He's important to me." She looked at him quizzically for a moment. "Don't you want us to still be friends when you're him?"

"Why should I care?" He got up and pulled his black leather pants on Commando then turned to look coldly at her. "We're together now, why isn't that enough for you? Why do you women always want more?"

"Why…?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I can't believe you're saying this to me."

"Why can't you believe it! It's true," Black snapped and watched as she pulled her own clothed back on. "We were having a great time and then you went and brought that old git back into it. What the hell is so damned great about him?"

Hermione thought she might have gone cross-eyed. "This whole conversation is ridiculous." She snapped back and pulled her shirt over her head. "But I get the hint alright? You've gotten me into bed and now your done and just needed a good excuse to get me out of your hair. Well congratulations - I'm going."

"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Black grabbed her arm before she could open his door. "You can't be this stupid. I'm going to forget you, I'm going to forget how I feel and I'm going to forget what an amazing lay you are."

She cried out and wrenched her arm away. "I'm not some little toy - I'm real, I'm a woman with feelings and emotions you know!"

"And I'm a man but I am not that Sirius Black you're so damned fond of."

Hermione shook her head and blinked hard to force back the prick of tears. "No, you really aren't." With that she left him alone, shutting the door behind her.