Seriously Black | By : LadyOfTheNight Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Seriously Black
Sirius had watched Hermione blossom into the ravenous beauty that stood before him today. She caught his eye at the age of fourteen young and still for the most part, pre-pubescent. His attraction at first had been nothing physical. It was merely fascination at how clever she was.
The older she got, the sharper her wit and intellect became which only furthered Sirius’ interest in her. One summer shortly after her 6th year she arrived at the Order headquarters looking nothing like the young girl she once was. He watched her tanned, shapely legs climb the staircase, carefully trying to navigate the landing where his mother’s portrait still stood. He remembered the smile of gratitude she gave him when he scooped her trunk up and carried it to her room.
After that he made it his mission to make the girl smile as often as he could and did anything to get her attention away from Ron. Sirius couldn’t help but be possessive of Hermione, she was everything he needed in a mate but with just one small problem, age. He had to find a way to fend off Ron for a few years so that he could respectably have his chance.
He knew his mission was doomed from the start though. He simply did not spend enough time with the pair to make much of a difference either way. So it was with a pang that he now had to watch HIS Hermione giggle and flirt with that Oaf.
To make matters worse Sirius kept noticing the two of them sneaking off in random rooms and closets for “privacy”.
The first time he caught them had been oddly disconcerting. He was torn between wanting to bust in and stop them or to stay quiet and try to listen, maybe even catch a look. He had ultimately decided to listen when he heard her soft moans of pleasure from the other side of the closet door.
Those sounds were enough to stop any man in his tracks, he had defended as he eagerly listened. It was only a few minutes later that he heard that Oaf moan out in release and he could have sworn he heard a faint cry of protest from the young witch.
Sirius ducked into the room next door just as Ron was opening the door to the closet. He watched through the crack as Ron quickly made his escape. A few minutes later he watched as Hermione also discreetly made her exit.
He remembered the slightly pouty look on her face and could tell the young women was nowhere near satisfied; it took every ounce of self-control not to burst through the door and take her right there in the hallway. He wanted to show her what it was to bed a real wizard.
But in the end he had resisted again.
Weeks later he was drowning his sorrows in fire whiskey, again, when Mrs. Weasley interrupted his self-loathing. Why did she think he cared whether or not she was taking Harry, Ginny and the Oaf to Diagon Alley? The only part he heard was Hermione was napping upstairs and everyone else was leaving them alone.
It was now or never old man. He downed two more large swigs right from the bottle and bounded up the stairs to profess his feelings for the young witch. It wasn’t until his hand was on the door knob that he stopped and thought about it again. She was happy with the Oaf, he knew that to be true. Sirius recognized that her eyes always shinned a little bit brighter when the Oaf was around.
He felt his hand leaving the knob before he had even admitted it to himself; he was too late. The Oaf had her heart now and there was little he could do about it but wait it out. That’s when he heard the hall closet door creak open and Crookshanks came slinking out of it.
Closet… The idea came to him in a flash; he may have lost her heart, but he might still get to sample that delectable body. He jumped into the closet and shot a quick Descendo at the cat causing it to yowl loudly in protest as it was thrust down the stairs.
He left the closet door open and waited for his target to arrive. Sure enough the young witch had emerged from her room to find her protesting familiar. When she got to the his hiding place he reached out a hand and pulled her into the closet.
Once he had her in the dark he spun her around so that her back was against his chest and he was rewarded with her eagerly grinding her bum against his now engorged cock. It took everything not to moan out his approval, but he knew that she thought him to be Ron and if he made any noises she would immediately know something was off. He simply thrust his hands under her shit and bra until they reached her, now hardened, nipples. She hissed in appreciation and continued to grind her rear back against him.
In his distracted state he almost let her turn around but right before she was facing him he got his wits about him and quickly spun her around again this time bending her over till her head and arms were resting on a shelf in from of her.
He let his hands travel down her back and eventually made his way under her skirt which he deftly flipped up.
He kept one hand in between her shoulder blades as he pulled out his swollen erection. Pulling her knickers down just past her ass he entered her tight channel. He began to pull out slowly and then quickly filled her to the hilt again causing her to gasp. He kept this erratic pace for a few minutes; he could feel her try to push back onto his cock and each time he withheld it from her for a little bit longer. He loved to feel her fight against his grasp practically begging for more. He moved his hand up her back and knotted it in her wild hair effectively holding her down and away from him all at the same time.
He took his free hand and firmly placed it on the young woman’s hip before mercilessly pounding the woman into the shelf. He could hear the other objects rattling on the shelf as the force of their combined movements caused the items to shift. The sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet center were deafening..
He heard her whimpers of frustration and felt her clamp down around him. Her increased sensations were causing his balls to rise up, he knew he was getting close too but he would be damned if he came before her. He was NO Oaf.
He roughly pulled her head up by her hair and moved his hand down to find her clit. The increased sensations had her quivering around him in moments and he regrettable followed soon after, shooting his seed deep in her still fluttering center. He pushed her back down and quickly made his exit into his room.
He knew that he would regret his actions later when he was sober, but right now he was too elated to care.
A/N: That little smut bunny was bouncing around in my head and he needed to be released! Lol for my own sanity! Lol
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