In Demand

When we were together I was blown away


Ida Rakowsky
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WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER I WAS BLOWN AWAY

 

“So ‘Mione, what exactly is going on between you and
Sirius?”

 

Harry looked sideways at her, face bright red.

 

“Um, Harry, you have been in the sun too long.”

 

“I’m serious, what is going on? I see the looks.”

 

“And I’m serious, too.
You’ve been in the sun too long you moron. You are red as a lobster.”
Hermione reached behind her back and hooked the straps of her
bikini. “I had the good sense to use
sunscreen. But, did you listen,
nnnnnoooooooooo.” Standing up she
gathered her towel and bottle of coconut scented Magic Screen.

 

Harry gathered his things and followed her back into the
castle. Stopping briefly in the foyer
to check out his reflection in a suit of armor. “Oh crap, look at I’ I’m
going to head right up to Poppy and let her fix this.”

 

“You do that, Harry.
I’adinading up to my room, take a nice, cool shower and find somewhere
to curl up with a good book.”

 

An hour later she sat propped against a wall in the
Astronomy tower, a book of healing charms opened in her lap. But, her mind was nowhere even NEAR the
book.

 

“What exactly is going on with Sirius and I?? Good question.” Although much of what transpired last
Saturday night still escaped her, since then the two of them had become
rather……close. Sirius had begun to
“bump into” her at very unexpected times.
Times when they could be alone together. And although she had initially met his kisses tentatively, things
were very quickly heating up. The young
boys she was used to had nothing over an experienced man. She was pretty sure
she was in love with him. He made her feel things, made her want to DO things,
made her want him. Things most
certainly would have gone much further, had Snape not kept appearing at all the
wrong moments. “I swear to the Gods,
he’s stalking me.”

 

In another part of the castle, Sirius Black was thinking
about Hermione. His thoughts were much
different. Last Saturday night that git had taken her right out from under him.
Just stalked right out of the room
and whisked her away. He had been too
drunk to confront Snape that night. The
next morning, when a very tired looking Hermione drug herself into the Great
Hall, he noticed that The Potions Master was studying her very closely. “So, the Greasy One favors her, does
he?? Well, there has never been a woman
who would choose him over me, and there sure as hell won’t be now. Besides, things around here are actually
quite boring without the seventh year Slytherin girls. She should prove to be a very interesting
diversion.” That afternoon was the
start of Sirius Black’s seduction of Hermione Granger, and yet another
way to taunt Severus Snape.

 

In the dungeons that afternoon, someone else’s
thoughts were consumed with the Black/Granger relationship as well. “Damn Minerva for making me the Granger
girl’s babysitter.” He respected
his older colleague too much to tell her to take her student and stick her
where the sun didn’t shine. But, this
was ridiculous. “If that foolish
girl wants to get it on with scum like that, what business is it of mine?” Although he tried to distance himself
from the situation, it still did bother him.
She had so much potential. By
far she had been his most promising potions student. Saddling herself to Black would surely destroy that beautiful
mind. In these uncertain times, they
needed minds like hers. In the fight
against Voldemort, the Muggle adage rang true
“A good mind is a terrible thing to waste.” But, enough was enough. There were only so many times he could
“stumble” across them. He was finished
watching over her through his Student’s Pensive. He picked up a tall, hourglass shaped object, dropped it in the
bottom drawer of his desk, and slammed it shut. She was on her own.

 

Later that evening as Hermione and Harry strolled towards
the Great Hall, and their evening meal, an arm snaked out of the shadows and
grabbed Hermione. Harry spun around,
pulled out his wand, and followed. He
quickly backed the dark figure against the wall, wand to his throat.

 

“Harry will you STOP it,” Hermione hissed.

 

Grabbing the figure by the throat, Harry drug him out into
the light, stumbling briefly over a . . . . . Picnic Basket?????? He looked back up to the face of the person
whose life would now be so easy to take, who dared threaten his friend. He looked into the eyes of his Godfather.

 

Sirius Black gazed levelly back at his Godson.

 

“Man, Sirius, I’m sorry.
Guess I’m a little trigger happy, for want of a better expression. What’s in the basket?” Harry lowered his wand and tucked it back in
his robe.

 

“Nothing for you to be concerned about. I’m whisking Hermione here away on a little
picnic. Be a good fellow and run along
to dinner.” He lowered his voice and
whispered into Harry’s ear. “I’m taking
her up to the Astronomy Tower. I’ve got
a bit of a romantic surprise in store and certainly don’t want anyone walking
in on us. Cover for us until after dinner, then make sure you let it slip where
we’ve gone, so that they give us some privacy.” “And by then Snape will be too late, and will get quite an
eyeful in the bargain.”

 

With that he scooped up the basket, grabbed Hermione by the
hand, and sauntered away. Hermione glanced over her shoulder with a knowing
look and an ecstatic smile and gave him a little wave. “Goodnight Harry. Don’t wait up.” Harry’s jaw gaped open as he watched them
leave. He shook his head dazedly, and
continued on to dinner.

 

“Is Hermione not joining us tonight?” Dumbledore asked
evenly.

 

“Uh, no, she’s tied up with something else at the moment.”

 

Minerva McGonagall gave Snape a kick under the table and
pointedly looked toward the other empty seat at the head table. Severus just shook his head slightly and
continued eating. “None of my
business. She’s an adult, she wants to
mix it up with Black, not my place to stop her.” He closed his eyes to compose his thoughts. “She’s not a
child anymore and she can come to her own decisions about the opposite
sex. No matter how much of a boor Black
is, it’s still her decision.” Visions of Hermione Granger, naked, writhing,
panting, passed through his mind.
Panting, pleading, begging.
Obligingly the dark haired man covered her and with a stroke,
entered. Ecstasy painted her beautiful
cinnamon eyes and his name slipped from her mouth. “Severus.”

 

Snape shot straight up in his chair. “Where in the hell did that come
from??” He pushed his plate back
with a clunk and sighed audib


 

“Lost your appetite, Severus?” Dumbledore asked with that
all-knowing look on his face. “I hope
it wasn’t anything we said.”

Severus glared at Minerva McGonagall, who met his eyes with
a knowing smirk of her own. “Why do
I suddenly have the feeling that those two are up to something? I’m not playing this game with them.”

 

“No, Headmaster, just can’t wait for dessert.”

 

The meal continued on in the Great Hall with not another
word mentioned about the absence of either Hermione or Sirius. As they rose to
leave Remus Lupin turned to him and asked “So, Harry, what are your plans for
the evening?”

 

Remembering the last words Sirius had whispered to him, he
replied loudly “Well, they’re calling for a meteor shower tonight, but I’ll
have to watch from the lawn. The
Astronomy tower is already in use.”
He winked at Remus and grinned.
Lupin laughed and clapped him on the back. “Well then, maybe I’ll join you outside. Wouldn’t want to disturb anyone at the top
of the castle.” One by one the staff
filed out the door, chatting amongst themselves. Only the Potions Master remained behind, struggling with himself
and the feelings running through his body.
The annoying need to protect the young witch with the honey brown
hair, the need to snap Sirius Black’s neck in two, the need to STOP HER before
she made a mistake that would forever haunt HIM. “When did I get so soft?”

 

He rose to his feet and swept quickly out the door and up to
the Astronomy Tower.

 

 

JUST LIKE P FRO FROM A FAN

 

 

In the Astronomy tower,
Sirius and Hermoine were just finishing their own dessert. Above them, the wind was picking up a bit
and far in the distance they could see dark clouds rolling in.

 

“Looks like a storm is brewing,” Hermione observed quietly.
“Maybe we should clean up and head in.”

 

“We have time yet before it hits. Lets stay right here,” Sirius moved closer to the girl and
started to kiss her neck. “If we go
inside, however will Snape find us??”

 

Hermione was both nervous
and excited at once. This would be her
first time with a man, with the man she loved.
Some of her friends said the first time hurt. Others said it didn’t. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect. All she was sure of was that Sirius loved
her and surely wouldn’t hurt her intentionally. She gave in to his desires, turned herself over to him body and
soul.

 

Sirius on the other hand
had one thing on his mind (well maybe two) and Hermione’s pleasure was not one
of them. The hour was getting later and
he really needed to speed this up if he was going to be inside of her when
Snape showed up. Once on the girl, with
the help of a few little known charms, he could hold off and ride her until the
Git appeared and saw that, once again, Sirius had bested him. Throwing foreplay to the wind, he quickly
removed the girl’s clothing and his own.
He ignored the confusion etched on her face and her attempts to pull his
mouth once again to her’s. Flipping her
over quickly he maneuvered her to all fours and entered her from behind. A flash of regret entered his mind as he
tore through her barrier. “So she’s
a virgin, wasn’t expecting that.”
He threw that thought to the wind as well. Pacing himself, he began to pump.

 

Hermione cried out as he
tore into her. But, she remained
still. Believing, yet, in Sirius and
that this was, indeed, the way things should be between two people that love each
other. Quiet tears worked their way
down her face and dropped on the tablecloth beneath her. “Surely it only hurts like this the first
time.”

 

Suddenly, the door was
thrown wide and the Potions Master appeared.
Not a word was said. Horrified,
Hermione’s eyes met his, pleading, tear-filled. She just shook her head slightly and implored him silently to
leave. Snape’s eyes moved to the man
kneeling behind her. Black looked at
him, raised one eyebrow, and smiled. “I
win.”

 

Snape quickly turned away
from the scene before him. “I apologize
for the intrusion.” And he was gone in
a whirl of black.

 

Sirius gave 2 more hard
thrusts after the door slammed, growled, and finished. He moved off the young woman and lay on
his side, trying to catch his breath.

 

Hermione rolled herself into a ball beside him and struggled to
control her tears. “He doesn’t need
to see me cry, he didn’t hurt me on purpose.”
Above her, a bolt of lightening flashed across the sky, followed
after a few seconds by the roll of thunder.
The wind blew wildly.

 

Sirius reached over to
where their clothes were piled and with a flick of his wand, they were both
dressed again. “We had better
get inside.”

 

Leaving the remains of
supper for the elves to find, they made their way down the steps of the
tower. Hermione stopped Sirius with a
tentative touch on his arm. He turned
to face her and she looked deeply into his eyes. “I love you,” she said quietly.


 

“Yes, um, well. I’ll see you in the morning.” Sirius extricated himself from her grasp and
walked off quickly down the corridor, quietly whistling a tune.

 

Hermione stared after him
until he was gone. The floodgates
opened again. She slid to the floor,
buried her face in her knees and cried.