"Arghhhh!" Hermione Granger yelled in annoyance, knocking over everything in her path as she made a beeline for the library of Twelve Grimmauld Place.

She had just had yet another argument with the house's owner, 'notorious mass murderer, Sirius Black!' However, now that the war was over, he was cleared of all charges. When she finally made it to the library, she found she couldn't read, couldn't even spend two seconds without thinking about him. The conversation that had just ended with her abrupt exit from the dining room was plaguing her every thought.

She growled just thinking about what he had suggested. They had been 'discussing' all the women he bought home, a different one each time it seemed. Hermione was lecturing him on how morally unsound it was to use those women like play-toys and throw them away when he got bored of them. Sirius had argued that the women were more than happy to be used as 'play-toys' and were perfectly content to have just one night with him. She had snorted at this response, saying it was highly unlikely that anyone would be happy with the treatment he gave those women.

"I could have any women I want." Sirius had told her egotistically.

"Ha! I can think of one you'll never get!" She replied.

"And who would that be, my dear?"

"Me!" She had yelled, as if it were obvious and he should've known, which he really should.

"Now, now, my sweet Hermione, even you couldn't say no to me." He had said, his voice dropping noticeably in pitch.

"I am neither yours, nor sweet. And I could easily say no to you." Her eyes had hardened.

"Oh, of course you could." He smirked. "But could you say no and actually mean it?"

It was then when Hermione's cheeks had become tinged pink and she made a swift exit from the room.

As much as she tried, she couldn't deny just how right he was. She could easily say 'no', but she most definitely couldn't mean it in her heart. And after running from the dining room red faced, Sirius knew she couldn't either. And he planned to take full advantage of that fact.

When Hermione finally calmed down enough to read, she was interrupted by a cunning animagus wearing much too tight dark blue jeans and a black shirt that needed at least two extra buttons at the top. Taking a very deep, calming breath, she looked up to meet his eyes.

"Yes?" She asked, gently closing the book she was reading.

"I thought you might like some company."

"Well, I guess you thought wrongly." She informed him, placing her book on the table beside her.

"Then why did you put your book down?" He smirked.

She flushed and her eyes widened a little before she answered. "I was going to bed."

"But you'll stay now, wont you?" He asked, walking closer to her. "I think I need your help."

Being the naïve girl she was, Hermione smiled and asked him what he needed.

"I was trying to find a book... But I thought you would know how to find it better than anyone else."

"What book?" She asked curiously, already walking towards the shelves.

He told her the title and watched as she started wandering around the room, followed closely by Sirius. His eyes were fixed on her hips as they swayed back and forth delicately as she walked. Suddenly, she stopped and reached up to the top shelf to retrieve the book. She had to stand on her tiptoes to get high enough to reach the book, making her calf muscles more pronounced and pushing her breasts out as her arm was extended above her head.

He gulped, knowing that what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't help himself, especially after the way she acted after he said she could never say no to him and mean it. She finally got the book down and handed it to him, looking very pleased with herself.

"Here you go, Sirius." She smiled.

He took a deep breath as she said his name and took the book from her. They stood for a moment, staring at each other in silence.

"Was there something else you needed?" She frowned.

"Yes." He told her, putting the book on an empty shelf and taking a step towards her.

"What is it?"

"You." He stated, wrapping an arm around her waist as she stood in shock.

She could hardly hear the words because of his close proximity, let alone comprehend what they meant. He wanted her? But she was so different from all the girls he bought home with him several nights a week. As she was preoccupied in her bubble of thought, he managed to get both arms around her and pull her flush against his body.

Hermione looked up at him with her big brown eyes and he was so far gone that even if he had wanted to, he couldn't stop. He leaned down to her and caught her lips between his. At first, she put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but her heart and her brain were sending her body mixed signals. After a moment, those hands were pulling him closer to her.

He smirked onto her lips as he felt her give in. He had to admit, it was a lot easier than he thought it would be. He sucked roughly at her lower lip, impatiently trying to gain entrance to her mouth, but she was hesitant. Sirius slowly moved his hands higher, until they rested just under her breasts. She didn't know what was happening until she felt him give her left breast a hard squeeze. She gasped in shock, giving him an opportunity to delve his tongue into her delectably hot, wet mouth.

She knew she should stop him, but she had dreamed about this kiss for a long time, and she wasn't going to ruin it by pulling away. His tongue ran along hers and made her shiver. He turned her around and pushed her up against the bookshelf, putting pressure on the back of her thighs until she wrapped her legs around his hips. He finally pulled away and started kissing his way down her jaw and onto her neck.

"Sirius." She breathed in sharply. "Stop."

He did, pulling away from her neck to look at her, but still kept his hold on her thighs. He studied her flushed face, her head leant back against the books behind her and chest rising and falling rapidly with her breathing.

"I'm sorry. I can't." She shook her head as she tried to regulate her breathing.

All this time she was avoiding his eyes, not knowing if she would have the strength to stop herself if she looked into those beautiful pale eyes. He knew it was her brain talking, he could practically see her taut nipples through her shirt.

"Hermione." He breathed, leaning his forehead on hers, satisfied when her breath hitched at her name spoken in his deep, silky tone. "I need you."

She closed her eyes and tried to fight against her heart, and now body, that were betraying her brain and sense of reason. She had to leave, she couldn't let herself become another one of his play toys, she just couldn't.

"I won't be another one of them, Sirius." Hermione told him. "I won't let you turn me into another one of them."

"You are more than them, Hermione. You always have been, and you always will be." He told her, his breath tickling her face. "Please, Hermione."

When she didn't answer, he began kissing her neck again. Within a few moments, he found a pressure point just behind her ear that made her whimper quietly. He heard her loud and clear and licked over her sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. She let out a small, almost feline purr as he began to suck on her pressure point roughly, reveling in her responses.

She had almost given in fully to him, but there was still a part of her that knew she was acting like the women she hated so much. The women that she lectured Sirius about almost everyday, sometimes even Ron needed to be given the same treatment, he was a war hero after all.

"Sirius, please. I need you need to stop." She moaned as he unbuttoned the top of her shirt and kissed the swell of her breast. "I can't do this."

He had given up trying to verbally convince her that what they were doing was okay, deciding the physical approach worked a Hell of a lot better on her. The fact that she wasn't protesting when he pulled her shirt from her small body made it obvious that she didn't really want him to stop. He couldn't suppress the growl that emitted from his mouth as his eyes fell on her lacy black bra. Her eyes were hooded and hair splayed out in all directions against the bookshelf. He wanted her – no, he needed her.

Sirius lowered her to the ground, having to hold her up by her waist or her legs would give out. He clamped one arm tightly around her body and used it to pull her temporarily away from the bookshelf, while the other unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall to the ground. Immediately he lowered his head and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, sucking on it and biting softly every few moments.

Hermione moaned loudly as his teeth descended onto her nipple and arched her back towards his mouth. No one had ever made her react like this before, and the sad reality was that no one had done this to her before. As much as she wanted to stop him, her brain couldn't force her body to do anything against its will.

He moved back up to her mouth and caught her lips in a searing kiss. Pressing his hips to hers to hold her up, he freed his hands to unbutton his own shirt. She gasped a little as she felt his hardness against her abdomen, and he used this moment to his advantage and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth and ran her hands over his now naked chest.

When he reached for the zip of her woolen skirt she began to panic a little more.

"Sirius, stop." She said, pulling away from his lips with all the willpower she still possessed. "Please, stop. I can't do this."

Ignoring her once again, he pulled the horribly obstructing fabric off her body. A pair of matching black lacy underwear that didn't cover a lot were revealed, along with her lightly tanned shapely thighs.

"Siri-" He cut her off with another open mouthed kiss.

Pushing her more firmly against the bookshelf had his erection pressed hard against her now almost fully revealed core. She knew she had to tell him. She had too... but she couldn't embarrass herself in front of him like that, especially now. When she relaxed into the kiss, he pulled an arm away from massaging her breasts to get himself out of his jeans.

"Stop." She whimpered, as he lifted her leg around his hips once again.

The moan she let out when he was pressed flush against her with only two pieces of flimsy fabric separating them betrayed her words.

"Don't fight it, Hermione." He murmured, nuzzling into her neck. "I know you need me as much as I need you."

She did need him. She needed him to love her just as she loved him. What she didn't need, was for him to take her innocence from her without even realising.

"I have to tell you something." She whispered, barely audible above their heavy breathing and the light suckling noises his lips were making against her skin.

She opened her mouth to tell him, but all that came out was a yelp of surprise as he tore her underwear from her body, completely exposing her to him. She tried again to tell him, only to be stopped when a long, yearning moan erupted from deep within her as he fingered her throbbing pussy. All thoughts were banished into the far reaches of her brain as unbelievable emotions took over her entire being. She was speechless, not even remembering what she was trying to say in the first place.

Sirius watched her head fall back as she tried hopelessly to fight the overwhelming pleasure that was building up inside of her.

"Sirius." She gasped, only barely able to get the word out.

He thrust another finger into her heat as his thumb brushed over her clit. She nearly screamed, but bit her lip to stop herself. He captured her mouth in his again, his tongue adding to the wonderful sensations flooding through her body. All it took was one rough twist of her clit before she was falling apart in his arm.

"Oh, Gods!" She moaned, deeply and erotically as her first ever climax sent her reeling.

She shook lightly in his arms for what seemed like hours before she felt him remove his fingers and bring them to his mouth. She watched through hooded eyes as he liked her juices off his long, talented fingers sensually.

When she floated back down to earth, she was painfully aware of the hardness pressing intimately against her.

"Please stop, Sirius." She begged, her voice low. "I'm-"

She was yet again cut off by a wet, open-mouthed kiss from the man she had so easily grown to love. She had always dreamt that he would take it from her, but now that it was happening she wasn't quite sure she wanted it to, at least not without him knowing. She heard another tear of fabric and stiffened, her whole body bracing itself for the inevitable.

"Stop, Sirius. I'm- arghhhh!" She let out a strangled cry of pain and pleasure intertwined together as he thrust into her body.

Her head fell forward and she gripped his shoulders so tightly she drew blood. She had her eyes shut firmly and buried her head in the crook of his neck as he continued to thrust. The pain, piercing and brutal, vanished as quickly as it appeared and Hermione was overcome by pleasure.

He was spurred on her her cries (though he thought they were from pleasure not pain) and began to delve into her her body harder and faster.

"Sirius..." She moaned against his skin.

The feelings that she was experiencing for the first time were so overpowering she almost climaxed right then, but managed to hold herself together.
"Fuck, Hermione. You're perfect." He groaned as he plunged yet again into her tight, wet sleeve.

She smiled, actually smiled through the almost unbearable sensations that were holding her body captive. Perfect. She repeated in her head. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her, and although she knew he probably didn't mean it, it was the biggest complement coming from him.

I love you. She told him in her head, but couldn't bring herself to say it out loud, she hardly even trusted her voice to say anything at this time.

She moaned even louder as one of his hands wandered from the grip it had on her waist and began ghosting over her erect nipples. She arched into his touch, wanting more. He dived in and caught her lips between his in a passionate, fiery kiss that was so unlike any kiss she had ever been given. Just when she thought she would go mad from the insane amount of pleasure she felt, he bit down on her lip, pinched her nipple and hit that delectable spot inside of her all at the same time.

She was lost to the waves of pleasure, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock, pulling him further in, causing his climax too. She couldn't hear him growl her name or feel him throw his head back in ecstasy. She didn't realise she had stared moving her hands over his chest until she was nipping at the skin on his neck. She was too high in the clouds to realise they had moved until she was bent over the couch and he was fully erect and entering her again.

"Merlin, Sirius!" She cried, the different angle making her feel different emotions she hadn't even known existed.

She braced her arms against the side of the couch as he propelled into her again and again. She gasped as he hit that amazing place within her once again. She felt his hands, that were gripping her waist tightly begin to move upwards to her breasts.

Hermione gave up trying to fight, he had already taken her virginity, why shouldn't she have a little fun? It was very safe to say she wasn't feeling one bit like herself. Earning a smirk from Sirius, she began meeting his thrusts with equal force, falling into rhythm with him immediately.

"Fuck! Harder, Sirius!" She screamed, feeling the bubble of pleasure welling up within her again.

He complied, ramming into her with all his strength. With a slight squeeze of her taut nipple, she orgasmed beneath him, shuddering from its force.

"Sirius!" She yelled into the night, probably alerting the neighbors, but luckily the Black Household was empty that night, other than the two of them.

Sirius let go as soon as her muscles clamped down on his cock, his searing cum rushing from his body to hers in short spurts.

"Fuck." He sighed, exhausted, not wanting to ever leave her welcoming body.

He said it before, and he was more than willing to say it again, she was perfect.

It was her turn to smirk. He pulled out of her, all his energy wasted, thinking the entertainment for the night had finished, but she had other ideas. Before he could even take a breath, she was upright and kissing him roughly, her hands fisting his ragged hair.

Even though he was thoroughly exhausted, he couldn't deny how his body reacted having hers pressed up against him. He groaned as her started to grind her hips into his, pushing him around the couch and down onto it. She sat straddled in his lap, their most intimate parts pushed firmly together. He sat before her, breathing harshly, his chest heaving as his lungs tried to pull in the air they most desperately needed.

"Not getting old, are we, Sirius?" She whispered sultrily against the skin on his chest as she licked at it.

"Not all, my love." He managed a smirk. "You're just a lot more lively than I thought you would be."

She pulled away from him instantly and blushed crimson, realising just how wanton her behavior had been.

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing, Hermione." He told her, gently pulling her head back down to his chest.

She slowly began regaining her confidence, kissing his skin softly and lightly tracing the lines of his tattoos with her tongue. She kissed lower until she reached his belly button, when she veered off to the side, kissing along his hipbone, before detaching her lips from him all together.

Sirius' breathing was getting worse, never had one of 'those' women, as Hermione called them, ever caused him this much pleasure. He looked up at her, almost begging when she pulled away from him.

"Was there something you wanted?" She asked with a cute frown, her head cocked to the side.

"God, Hermione. Why do you have to be so damn sexy?" He looked at her with lust clouded eyes.

She froze, staring at him in shock. No one had ever called her that before, and she bit her lip. She definitely didn't think she was anywhere near sexy, but obviously he thought otherwise.

"Kiss me, Hermione." He said quietly, moving his hands to rest on her waist.

She did just that, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his lips. As soon as she felt his tongue curiously running over her lips, eager to explore her mouth, her confidence blossomed. Her hands traveled down his body, drifting dangerously near his cock, but never actually touching it.

He growled into her hot mouth, his hands moving up to her breasts, but stopped just before he reached them. He gave her a similar treatment, moving his hands teasingly just below her breasts, never actually making contact with them. Before long, she got fed up and removed her hands and lips from him to touch her chest herself.

He stared up at her as she squeezed her own breasts, moaning loudly and deliberately. His eyes clouded over as her head fell back and her mouth opened slightly.

"Please, Hermione." He was begging now. "I need you."

Her eyes opened and she stopped her movements, but kept her hands firmly in place.

"Why?" She asked him seriously, hands dropping from her chest and began running up and down her thighs.

"Why what?" He gasped, following her hands closely with his eyes.

"Why do you need me?" She clarified.

He paused, still watching her hands, but thinking about her question. Why did he need her? Because he had been watching her for a couple of days and noticed how much she had developed since finishing Hogwarts last year? Because he hadn't bought back one of 'those' women tonight? He didn't know. All he knew was that if he didn't enter her soon, he would go insane.

"You said it yourself, you can have any women you want, so why do you want me?" She inquired, her hands continuing their torture by ghosting over her flat stomach.

"It's more than that, love. I've wanted you for the past week, but now, now I need you. Please, Hermione, we can talk later, but I need you now." He was begging again.

Just before her hands reached her most intimate part, his hands grabbed hers and pulled them away from her body. He captured her mouth with his once more as she shifted in his lap so she was positioned just above his aching cock.

"Now." He breathed, his heart beating rapidly in anticipation.

She impaled herself on him, crying out in ecstasy as he hit that one stop inside her. She remained still for a moment, getting used to the feeling of being filled before slowly starting to rotate her hips. Sirius groaned loudly, his head falling back to rest against the back of the couch. Gods, it felt good to be inside of her.

She found she rather liked being in control, she always had, but now she was realising she liked it even more in the bedroom – or library as it were. She became increasingly impatient with the tingling sensation growing in the pit of her stomach and started moving so quickly she was almost bouncing in his lap. Her arms were either side of hie head, bracing herself against the back of the couch to keep her steady. Her breasts were jiggling around so much it became painful.

As his hands were kept busy on her hips by lifting and lowering them harder than she could herself, she was forced to remove her own from the couch to her breasts. She squeezed them hard, moaning loudly and lowly as she did so, reaching a sound deeper than any she'd hit when speaking, no matter how angry she was.

He was in awe of her energy, beauty and most of all the fact that she was comfortable pleasuring herself in his presence, with him inside her.

"Hermione. You're amazing." He gasped, caressing her hips the best he could while still gripping her tight enough to move her.

She felt her inner muscles tightening, and after the three wonderful orgasms (all thanks to Sirius) she had previously experienced, she knew what was to come.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder, Sirius!" She screamed, almost bruising her breasts with the force of her squeezes.

She continued moving for his benefit as she screamed in release.

"Fuck babe!" She yelled, her choice of words not even registering in her head.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on who's point of view you look at, they registered perfectly in Sirius' mind. He smirked up at her for a second, before he felt his climax take over his body.

When the effects of their orgasms wore off, Hermione fell hard against his chest, breathing hard and covered in a layer of sweat.

"I love you, Sirius." She whispered quietly.

When she didn't receive an answer she began to get nervous. She leaned back to find him sleeping peacefully. She smiled and slowly eased herself off him, careful not to wake him. She winced at the sight of blood staining his sated cock, and she quickly grabbed her wand and cleaned the both of them.

She got dressed quickly and quietly, expecting the other occupants of the house to return soon. Ginny and Harry had gone out to dinner and said they would be back by ten, and seeing as it was now nine forty-five, she conjured a blanket to hide the fact Sirius was naked.

Teddy, Remus and Tonks were all gone too. Neville and Luna were taking care of Teddy as the couple celebrated their wedding anniversary alone in a luxury hotel in Muggle London. They would be gone the whole night and Teddy was staying at his Aunt Luna and Uncle Neville's until morning as well.

Mainly, she was worried about what Harry would think if he found out that she had sex with his Godfather. She shuddered at how he would react, before going into her room for some well-earned rest. Mere seconds after her head hit her pillow, she was asleep, remembering only just to put on a nightgown in case anyone intruded on her.