Hermione's Final Year

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Hermione paced her room, clenching her fists as she went. Her mind swept over the events of the day before and every time she reached the part where she and Sirius fought, she felt sick with guilt. Could she be any more hypocritical? Sure he was wrong to have flaunted his latest sex interest under her nose, but it didn’t divert from the point that she had expected him to give up other women for her, when she had not made the slightest move to do the same.

“Well it’s not like we made any promises to each other. In fact we agreed on no promises.” She said matter-of-factly to herself.

“Indeed,” Her annoying know-it-all voice spoke smugly in her mind. “So you were angry at him, because…”

“Because I was jealous! Happy?” She yelled at the empty room. “I wanted him to look at me and not be able to keep his eyes off me, hands off me. To sweep me into his arms and tell me he…” She took a shuddering breath and wiped away another tear. “I was wrong. I was childish and mean and had no right to talk to him that way.”

With a sigh of resolution she sat at her desk, pulled out a piece of parchment and began to write:

Dear Sirius

I want a better way to say this but there is no better way. I’m a hypocritical bitch with no right to judge you. I’m so sorry. We keep hurting each other and for the first time, I have no idea how to solve the puzzle.

H

She opened her window and blew a quiet whistle into the wind then smiled as she watched one of the school owls flying towards her. Sending a silent “thank you” to Charlie for teaching her how to call to the owls, she tied her letter to the bird’s leg and sent it on it’s way.

With a last look at the retreating owl, Hermione decided to take a shower and prepare for the day’s classes. She let her sheer robe fall from her arms leaving her in only a little white singlet and panties. She pulled her hair into a tight knot and headed for her personal bathroom, but a loud whooshing from her fireplace drew her attention. A flame lit in the stone frame and flashed green as a tall dark headed wizard stepped out and shook off the ash.

“Sirius!” She squeaked and felt her cheeks flush when his gaze fell on her, a soft smile touched his full lips and his hair fell over his shoulders, shadowing one eye.

“Hello Angel.”

Without thinking or letting her logical self scold her for being a silly fool, Hermione ran to his open arms. Sirius spun her around as he pulled her close, kissing her hair, her face, her eyes, and finally her mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Sirius.” She whispered against his lips.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Mione. Angel what you saw…” Hermione shushed him with a finger to his lips.

“You don’t owe me anything Sirius.”

“Hermione, shut up and let me talk.” He spoke sternly, but his eyes still danced,

“Yes Professor.” She said and nibbled her lip as she forced herself to look back into his eyes.

“You looked so beautiful yesterday, it was all I could do to keep my hands off you, and I knew that if I touched you I’d make the worst kind of spectacle of you and me.” He looked away and shook his head a look of intense sadness filling his eyes. “You’re right, we keep hurting each other, and I don’t know how to remedy the problem either, aside from breaking contact all together.”

Hermione looked down at her bare feet, and felt more tears welling in her eyes at his last words. She knew it was right, but that didn’t make her hurt any less. She felt a single finger under her chin raising her face and eyes to meet his again. Wordlessly he lowered his mouth and took her lips in a slow searing kiss. Her body was on fire and her mind reeled at the way his hands gripped her hips possessively. She slid her own hands up over his bare arms, revelling at the way his muscles flexed under her touch, then down over his naked chest and the light smattering of hair…

Hermione suddenly pulled back, her eyes wide as she took in his attire. Sirius Black was naked, except for a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. “Y…Your naked.”

He looked down at himself and chuckled. “I was asleep when your owl arrived, and I didn’t think about anything but getting to you.” His eyes roved down over her scantily dressed body and flicked a finger at her, “You’re not exactly clothed yourself, and look at what that flying rat did to me.” He held out his injured hand, from where the owl had pecked him awake and pouted.

Hermione let out an outraged cry and took his large hand in her own smaller one. “That little beast, Rudy can be so aggressive.” She placed a gentle kiss on the enflamed flesh and pulled it to her soft cheek.

All the time Sirius watched her, a look of wonderment filling his blue eyes. He weaved one arm behind her shoulders and the other under her knees and picked her up as though she were weightless, then carried her to the bed and lowered her gently. He whipped off the towel and threw it before lowering himself over her, parting her long thighs with his knee.

His mouth teased her, sucking her bottom lip, running his tongue over her top lip, refusing to deepen the kiss, but leaving her breathless all the same. His hands caressed expertly over her trembling body, pausing to cup her breasts and drag his thumbs over her erect nipples, before caressing lower. His knee pushed, firmly and rhythmically against her soaking core making her burn and sending sweet thrills though her whole body.

“Sirius?” She moaned and arched against him. “We shouldn’t…” His lips took hers again, “Hurting each other…” and again, “So wrong…” He ripped off her panties.

“Angel.” He groaned between gritted teeth as he pushed his cock into her, with agonizingly slowness. His lips moved over hers again as he held himself deep. “Feel so good…” Hermione nipped his bottom lip. “Been so long…” She tightened her body around him, making him gasp. “We’ll work it out…Ahh.” She circled her hips and wound her thighs around his waist. “Never wrong…Not with you.”

Sirius lifted himself up on his forearms and looked down at her, while he pulled almost all the way out only to thrust back, slowly. Her eyes flickered open and were met by his lust filled gaze. His strokes were long and slow, drawing every drop of pleasure from both their bodies, his eyes never leaving hers.

Hermione met him stroke for stroke, licking her dry lips as she dragged in more air. She ran her nails down his sides and dug them into his hips, begging him to go faster, harder. Sirius grinned wickedly down at her, knowing exactly what she wanted, and purposely denying her. Taking her in long, strong, but still measured strokes, his coarse hair teasing her clit deliciously and bringing her deliberately slowly towards her completion.

Her eyes hooded as the sensations built, and her head arched back while she dragged her nails up his smooth, sweat covered, back. She began to cry out softly as each inward thrust brought her higher.

His head dropped to her shoulder as he continued to stroke, gritting his teeth against his need to speed up the pace and take her hard. “Oh dear Merlin, Mione.” he breathed against her throat and licked up to her ear, flicking his tongue around her sensitive lobe. “Taste so good, Angel…I Love you, baby girl”

Her breath caught at his words and for a moment her head filled with the vision of being filled with warm honey as her pleasure built. She tightened her legs around his waist and gasped for breath over and over as her climax built impossibly slowly and exploded. Her back arched and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as her body filled with blazing hot pleasure.

Sirius shuddered and Hermione flickered open her eyes to see him arch above her, his face a beautiful mask of ecstasy as he pumped out his own release and came hard, mouthing her name over and over and gasping for breath.

Afterwards Sirius collapsed onto his back and pulled Hermione to him. “Merlin’s balls, I wish we didn’t have classes today.” he growled into her hair and slipped an arm possessively around her middle.

Hermione sighed happily and snuggled closer. “Yeah, damn school, always getting in the way of the sex.” she murmured back and giggled as she felt his rumbling laughter.

The sound of fluttering wings drew their attention and a perfectly snow white owl landed and fluttered it’s wings importantly after dropping an envelope in front of Hermione.

“Is that Hedwig?” Sirius murmured into her hair as his eyes fluttered closed, not really interested.

“No,” Hermione groaned, “That’s a Malfoy owl.” She felt him stiffen behind her. “Damn, I managed to avoid the little ferret all day yesterday. Malfoys are like bloody elephants”

Sirius suddenly laughed, “What?”

Hermione rolled towards him and smiled, “They never forget.” She held up the envelope. “This is my dare, and since my last dare earned him a weeks detention, I can safely assume that it’s going to be bad.”

Sirius laughed and pulled her close again, kissing her soundly before rolling them so that she was straddling him. “Well? Open the damn thing and read it already.” he said impatiently and ground his hardening shaft against her core, making her body tingle anew.

“Are you always this grouchy in the morning?” She admonished and wriggled seductively so that his cock stroked over her swollen clit, gasping in delight.

He glared darkly up at her and she giggled when she heard his dangerously low growl, and opened the letter.

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Hello there Sweet Lips,

Thought you could avoid your head boy did you? Tsk Tsk you bad girl, didn’t really think I’d forget did you? Us Malfoys never forget and never leave a debt unpaid or uncollected.

The words “Hurt me.” are ringing in my ears and since you seemed so eager when you spoke them, how could I resist but to use them as my inspiration. Your dare is this:

You will pour the contents of the enclosed bottle over the back of your robes and wear them throughout the day. I’m sure you’ll find the reaction most pleasing, and just think, now Professor Black will have a half decent excuse for checking out your arse as he seems to enjoy doing so often.

Please feel free to return your dare via Cornelius, and do try to be creative this time.

Yours anytime

Draco Malfoy

P.S. Try not to offend my owl, he can smell mudblood a mile off.

P.P.S. Pansy Parkinson’s behaviour yesterday was unforgivable. You have the Malfoy word of honour that her family will not be able to pay her way out of the punishment she deserves.

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“How the hell can he call me a Mudblood in one line then promise that my attacker will be punished in the next?”

“What the hell did he mean by “Your’s anytime.”?”

Hermione laughed, “Casanova, you have to be kidding.” She grinned slyly down at him and pulled her singlet over her head to reveal her firm full breasts to his hungry eyes and let down her hair so it cascaded over her shoulders. “Can you think of anything that would piss his big daddy off more then if he were to hook up with Potter’s Mudblood?”

Sirius pouted and they both moaned, Hermione flicking her head back, as he lifted her and brought her down onto his aching cock. “Why does it have to be Potter’s Mudblood? It should be Black’s Goddess” he said, his eyes flashing and his hands gripping her hips.

She tightened around him and began to rock slowly, enjoying the way he arched up into her and groaned between his gritted teeth. “Like you could ever be Granger’s Pureblood?” She purred into his ear and immediately regretted it when he stiffened beneath her.

He sat up suddenly gripped her hips and brought her down on him, hard and fast in a rhythm that he knew would bring them to completion together. Hermione cried out when he tangled his long fingers into her hair and forced her mouth down to his for a demanding kiss, his tongue ravishing her mouth almost violently.

They came together, both crying out as their bodies shuddered with the sweetness that was flowing through them. Sirius held her close for a few long minutes, kissing her face, her hair, her mouth, her eyes, and she swore that she felt a wetness on her shoulder as he buried his face in her hair.

He rolled them so she was on her back again, then got to his feet and wrapped his towel around his waist. “You’re right, Hermione this is wrong.”

She looked up at him, shocked by his serious tone and resigned almost stony expression. “Sirius? I thought…”

“Well you thought wrong.” He snapped and his shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry, but I can’t be what you need and it was very wrong of me to lead you to believe that we could be more.”

Hermione felt her eyes prick, but she blinked back the tears. “I understand.” She whispered thickly, not meeting his eyes. “It was stupid of me to expect more. I knew what I was getting into.” She finally looked up at his still stiff stance and pasted on a bright smile even as her heart shattered. “Still friends right?”

“Sure, sweet thing.” He gave her his patent lopsided smile and sexy wink, before grabbing a fist full of floo power and disappearing from her room.

The second he was gone her sickly sweet smile dropped and her eyes filled. Tears dropped freely down her cheeks and she sobbed, loudly, pathetically, naked and alone on the floor. Hermione reached out and flicked her fingers with a silent ‘Accio’ and her sheet flew to her hand. She wrapped it tightly around herself, feeling filthy, dirty, and used.

“It was just a stupid joke.” She whispered. “It’s not like I actually asked him to be mine.” She rocked slowly back and forth, soothed by the slight motion.

That know-it-all voice spoke calmly, “Well at least you know now, for sure that he would never have given up the hunt for you, as you would for him.”

“But he said we could work it out, I thought that he meant…”

Sirius’ voice sounded, “Well you thought wrong!”

The know-it-all again: “And what was he doing at the time, when saying that he wanted to “Work it out”?”

She felt her lips tremble. He’d just said it to shut her up so he could get on with what he wanted. He wanted sex so he told her what she wanted to hear.

A familiar sound filled her head and made her tremble. Laughter, deep, arrogant, rumbling laughter. Wholly male and aristocratic in it’s volume, tone, and control.

She covered her ears, but it wasn’t coming from somewhere in the room, it was coming from inside her head, and covering her ears simply amplified the dreaded sound.

“Stop it.” She rasped. “Please stop…No not now…Just leave me alone.”

But the laughter got louder, filling her head and shaking her body even as she rocked wrapped in the flimsy sheet.

“Stop - Please stop - You’re dead, it’s over.” The laughter continued and the room spun, making her feel dizzy. She stood and tried to make her way to the bathroom, but that laugher reverberated around her head and seemed to come from everywhere at once.

Her fists pressed even harder against her ears, she suddenly dropped to her knees and screamed. “STOP!” Her voice shrill and echoing, shadowed the laughter. Simultaneously, everything glass in the room Shattered sending slivers of sharp silvery glass flying all over the room and snowing down on her kneeling form.

Hermione shivered, a coldness filling her slowly almost as though someone was pouring ice water through a hole in her head, and it felt soothing. The laughter stopped and she felt calm. Her power flowed though her, thick and strong and she felt good.

~*~*~

Sirius fell out of his fireplace and hit the floor hard. He crashed a fist into the floor and gritted his teeth in pain that ran all the way up his arm as his knuckles split under the impact with the rough stone.

He had totally messed up. She’d made a silly joke about him belonging to her and he’d gotten spooked. Visions of Azkaban and that awful old house filled his head. Trapped. She wanted to trap him again. He was a man damn it! A hunter, how dare she want to keep him to herself.

He saw his tears hitting the floor and spreading and he coughed, his fists still grinding into the stone. “What the fuck is wrong with me!” He growled. “Oh Merlin, what have I done.”

The vision of her swam before his eyes. Naked and beautiful, looking up at him, confused and hurt. That sickly smile, trying so hard to show that everything was fine, like she always did. When really it was far from fine. “I did that.” He thought closing his eyes tightly trying to block out the image. “It’s better this way”, he thought shaking his head. “She deserves better then a screw up like me.”

~*~*~

Hermione stepped out of the shower, feeling red and bruised. She’d stood under the nearly boiling water for a long time scrubbing away all the evidence that Sirius had touched her. She sat in front of the mirror and brushed her unruly brown curls into some semblance of order. For a moment there she’d had everything she’d ever wanted, then had it swept away and all before breakfast.

Her mirror quivered and for a moment looked like a shimmering face of a lake until an arrogant sneering face came no focus. His long white hair hung thick and vibrant down his back and over one shoulder and his silver eyes flashed with amusement as he took in her own fearful expression. Lucius Malfoy looked just as he had that night 1 year and 3 months ago.

“Y - You’re dead.” Hermione gasped and shut her eyes tightly only to open them again to his smug grin.

“I am?” He said, his arrogant drawl making her shiver. “Well that is a surprise, as I had quite forgotten the fact that you used a muggle knife to slice open my throat when last we met.” His voice dripped with sweet sarcasm but his grin didn’t waver.

“Stop it.”

“Come back to me Hermione. I know you miss it.” he said arching a single brow.

“I don’t.” Hermione spat, shaking her head.

“You do,” he chuckled, “You miss the way the power felt, so dark and silky, running through your pretty, pretty veins. No sex in the world can equal the pleasure of your darkness.”

“There are more important things then power. Like family, friendship, loyalty, love. I value them much more then the power.”

“Ah yes,” his voice raised and she saw his eyes glint again. “Love. Been getting quite a bit of that lately haven’t we? Yes, yes quite the little slut. I must say, I‘m impressed”

“Shut up!” Hermione screamed, her voice shrill. “You’re dead and I don’t need you. I won’t fall into the darkness again, because I choose not to.”

“You asked him to be yours and he shot you down.” He wiped away a fake tear, dramatically. “How many is that now, by your count? Three of those pathetic Weasley boys tossed my poor Hermione aside for other women, The Sirius Black tossed you aside for ‘all’ women, Severus for the bubbly blond bit, and Lupin can be forgiven I believe,” he sneered, “being a filthy half-breed and all.”

Tears were falling freely now as she listened shaking her head. “Don’t call him that.”

“You’re all alone, Hermione.” Lucius purred, leaning forward and placing his large hand against the glass of her mirror where her reflection should have been. “But I’m still here. Come back to me and I swear you’ll never be alone again.”

Hermione jumped to her feet and backed away. “NO!” She yelled, still backing away. “You’re dead and I am stronger then that. I won‘t go back there. I don‘t need power and I don‘t need you.”

He laughed but the sound grew softer and softer till both his voice and image were gone, replaced by her own, large brown eyes and towel covered body as she stood shivering on the other side of the room.

“Damn it! Pull it together.” She scolded herself. “So you’ve been dumped, it’s not like it’s the first time.” With a final shuddering breath she pulled out her robes and at the last moment remembered her dare. She poured the potion over the back as instructed and watched as it began to glow and form letters:

Crucio Me!
I like it…

Hermione began to laugh. Great squeals of mirth escaped her lips as she bent over, gripping her stomach as she shuddered over and over.

~*~*~

When she walked into the Great Hall, breakfast was still in full swing, everyone completely oblivious to the major trauma and turbulence that filled their head girl’s mind. She walked slowly, deliberately past the slytherin table, attracting the eye of a number of the male students as she went. She caught Draco’s eye and winked suggestively as she passed, spreading her arms wide so he could see the back of her robe clearly.

The uproar of laughter from the slytherin table caused the Hall to go silent and turn towards the Head Girl. Her hair was pulled into a tight knot her eyes were made-up with heavy black eyeliner, mascara and a smoky purple eye-shadow. Her full lips were painted a dark blood red which contrasted dangerously with her pale complexion.

She strode powerfully, her head high, towards her seat between Harry and Ron, wolf whistles following her all the way till she sat between her two awe struck friends.

“Hermione?” Harry rasped. “Are you alright?”

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. “You know for the Boy-Who-Lived, you’re not too bright today, are you?” she ignored his hurt expression and stared at the food before her, her stomach turning over at the smell.

“Hey!” Ron snapped.

Hermione turned to Ron with a sugar sweet smile. “Why Wonikins, don’t you have Newts to fail?” She looked again at the food and cringed, pushing her plate away. “I can’t do this today.” She stood again. “I’ll be in the library.” she muttered and strode out, totally oblivious to the confused expressions of her friends. She didn’t look at the head table, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to handle seeing him looking at her with pity in his eyes.

Ron rolled his eyes and stuffed another chunk of toast into his mouth. “Still the same boring Hermione then.”

Harry jumped to his feet and glared at his friend of over 6 years suddenly wanting to strike him. He turned on his heel and marched out of the hall behind Hermione.

~*~*~

Hermione arrived in Charms early and took the opportunity to pick a seat at the back. She wasn’t in the mood to be teacher’s pet today. She pulled out a book by her favourite muggle author and started reading. The door opened and closed quietly but she didn’t look up. Harry knelt beside her, but she clenched her teeth and kept reading, a tear pricked her eyes and rolled slowly down her cheek.

“I’m sorry Harry.” She whispered, still not looking at him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, honey.” He said and took her hand but she pulled away as though he’d burned her, gasping. “Hermione?”

“Sorry, I’m just feeling…um, dirty.” Hermione said, her voice rough. “Just sit, O.K?”

“Sure.” Harry still looked confused and concerned when he sat next to her.

The class passed in a blur and before she knew it they were headed for DADA. Hermione stopped dead outside the classroom, unsure if she could even enter. Could she face him? Could she keep her composure? Could she control herself?

Hermione took a deep breath and ignored the looks she received from her two friends as she pushed open the door and stepped in. Sirius sat at his desk and didn’t look up when they entered. Hermione chose a seat at the back again and Harry joined her as before.

She took notes as Sirius lectured, refusing to look up, even when she felt his eyes on her. A cold shiver of fear ran down her spine when he passed her desk and she tightened her hand on her quill to stop herself shaking. “What the hell is wrong with me?” She silently scolded herself. “Sure he dumped me, but fear?”

The class came to an end, but as the students filed out Sirius spoke up. “Hermione, would you remain behind please?”

Her heart stopped and for a moment she thought she might scream. “No! No, no, no” her mind cried over and over. She was tempted to grab Harry’s arm. He would stay if she asked. But how would she explain it? “Harry.” She said silently as she watched him go. “Please don’t leave me.” Her voice in her head grew desperate, almost shrill and only she could hear. “Don’t leave me alone!” But with a last encouraging smile he left the classroom. Leaving her…with Sirius.

“Mione.” Sirius Black stood tall and foreboding in front of her, but she refused to meet his eyes, instead staring holes into her desk. “Angel, Please look at me.”

“Professor Black, I’m…” She took a shuddering breath and forced herself to look at him. He looked pale and his eyes seemed sallow. “I’m uncomfortable with you addressing me in that way. I would prefer it if you would Call me Hermione or Miss Granger in future.”

“Oh come on Mione!” he thundered, his face darkening. “You’re acting childish. It’s not like I’m the only guy you’ve bloody slept with.” He suddenly gasped at what he’d said, his eyes wide. “Oh Merlin, I didn’t mean…”

“Professor Black.” Hermione jumped to her feet, her eyes shimmering as she looked at him coolly. “As a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as by regulation 4328. All students, male and female, have the right to learn in an environment, in which they feel safe.” He nodded curtly, and she continued. “I have informed you that I’m uncomfortable with the way you address me and asked you to refer to me in a more formal manner.”

“Mione, Please listen to me, just hear me out.”

“If you refuse or choose to ignore my request.” She continued, her tone stronger and more business like. “I will have no option but to place a formal complaint.” Another tear trailed down her cheek as she stared into his broad chest.

His face turned to stone as she watched, his eyes go blank and for a moment she thought he might be about to strike her. “You’re excused, Miss Granger.” He said, his voice flat, and Hermione grabbed her bag and walked from the classroom.

She felt better as she walked towards Potions. Somehow lighter and when she entered, just in time, she sat next to Harry with a warm smile, which brightened at the relief she saw in his eyes.

“So?” Harry leaned closer, “What did you dare Draco to do?”

“Oh!” Hermione laughed and had to cover her mouth, glad that Professor Snape hadn’t started yet. “I can’t believe I forgot.”

“You forgot to make a dare?” Harry hissed, scandalized.

“No!” Hermione hissed back. “I forgot to enforce it.”

Harry looked like he was going to say more, but a call for silence from Professor Snape put a stop on that. The class started and everyone listened intently as Snape lectured on the merits of the Relaxo Potion.

Hermione kicked Harry under the table and caught his eye. With a mischievous grin, she flicked her fingers and Harry was shocked to see Draco’s hand fly into the air.

“Yes, Mr Malfoy?” Snape turned towards him.

Hermione snickered and Harry covered his mouth and shuddered as Draco cringed and twitched before saying in a loud voice, “Muggleborns do it better.”

Through out the remainder of the class, Hermione had Draco raise his hand three more times, each bringing the response, “Muggleborns do it better.”

Hermione giggled when with a glint Professor Snape called on Draco to answer questions even when he didn’t raise his hand. His lips twitching and his black eyes glinting when they met her own.

For the first time since the incident before her mirror, Hermione felt like everything would be alright. “As long as I have my friends.” She thought and made a point of throwing her arms around Ron when they met at lunch. He hugged her tightly to him, whispering into her hair. “I’m so sorry, Hermione.”

She smiled at him and both their eyes were shimmering. “New start?” She said and pulled him back into hug when he nodded, wiping his nose with his large freckled hand.

Hermione looked down for a beat then back up at her two friends. “Can we go for a walk outside?” She started. “I have something I need to tell you.”