Darkness

Title: Darkness

Disclaimer: Own nothing, and I am tried of repeating this.

Summery: Lemons. Smut. Don’t like, don’t read. Hermione is lusting after a very dangerous Order member, and after finally getting what she wanted, she realized that it’s way more than she bargained for.

Rating: NC-17

Chapter 2 - Sunday Afternoon Dreams

It was early Sunday morning. The sun was shining through the dark master bedroom of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. The light passed through the heavy black curtains, and graced the stubbly face of Sirius Black. His face slowly began to contort after being hit by the bright light, disturbing his peaceful slumber. He grudgingly opened his eyes, and hastily lifted his almost numb hand towards his wand. With a silent flick of his wand, the curtains shut closed, as he drifted back to his usual slumber.

Being that it was Sunday, Grimmauld Place was pretty much empty, except for Sirius, whom owned the dreadful house. Sirius did have an fresh, new, and beautiful house of his own, but he found he didn’t like living over there. Coming back from the veil, he starved to be inside Grimmauld Place. No, not to be locked up, no, but to feel the darkening, and frightening appearance of Grimmauld Place.

Sirius often went out, spent nights at clubs, bars, strip clubs, etc. You name it, he’s been there. Usually his nights out, he brings home girls, I mean, they are practically following him waiting to be fucked, not fully knowing what they are getting into. Vastly after bringing home random woman, Sirius has his wicked, domineering, and sadistic ways with them as off they go. He always bites a mocking sneer at them, when he sees full grown woman scurry, out of the house, frightened beyond measure. It’s amusing and pleasuring for him to see that he has that kind of an affect on people, it helps rise his already overgrown ego. Sirius never gives two shits if they come back or not, all he cares about is his hunger being sated. And once it’s sated the way he wants it, he wouldn’t care if the bitches came back or not.


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Hermione awoke by the constant loud tapping at her window. Letting out a low grunt, she sluggishly walked toward the window, letting in the snowy white owl. Hedwig clicked her beak impatiently for making her wait so long before opening the window. Before Hermione could offer her some owl snacks, she dropped the letter from her beak, and hurriedly flew out the window, leaving behind a puddle of owl droppings. Hermione groaned, and began to swear loudly. “Ruddy bird!” she muttered as she quickly Scourgified the owl droppings near the window. Still pissed about how her morning started, Hermione viciously ripped open the sealed letter from Harry, and read.

Hermione,

I know we haven’t been on best terms lately. But please give me a chance to apologize. What we had was special, give me another chance to prove exactly how special it was. Hermione, I love you. You are not only my best friend, but also my confidant, my lover, my girlfriend, all wrapped into one. I couldn’t have asked for a better girl. I love you. Please give me another chance and let me take you out to dinner. Today at 7 pm, at our usual place ‘The Green Tavern’.

If you don’t want to get back together, it’s fine. At least hear me out. Please.

Love,

Harry

Hermione eyes glistened with unshed tears as she read Harry’s letter. It happened two months ago, around the time when Sirius came back from the veil, that Harry cheated on her. They were happily together for a year, when he went and betrayed her. She loved Harry, but the damage he inflicted upon her couldn’t be healed. She didn’t want to hear anything he said. Because it was all bullshit. Hermione suspected Harry to begin cheating after the first 6 months of their relationship. Fame finally showed it’s beneficial side, and Harry was showered with woman left and right. But one thing was sure, she couldn’t lose Harry as a friend. He was far to precious for that, yes, she still loved him, but wasn’t in love with him anymore. She moved on, in her own sort of way.

With an exaggerated sigh, Hermione pulled out a parchment, and scrolled a simple “Fine.” in the back of the note, and folded into fourths, and left it near her bedside table.

Hermione decided that she needed to go to Diagon Alley to first mail the letter, and then do some shopping.

Hermione’s eyes darted towards the minuscule clock, Ron bought her for her 19th birthday, it was 12:15, shit, she had to hurry. Hermione sprinted towards her bathroom for a quick shower, before she went to Diagon Alley.


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Sirius just finished buckling his belt when he heard a loud banging in his door, a deep voice telling him to “Hurry the fuck up, Black.” Sirius eyes flared, as he opened the door and took in the very distasteful appearance of Severus Snape. Sirius curled his lips into a disgusted sneer as he saw hook nosed Severus Snape, right outside of his door, his bedroom door, no less.

Snape was the last person he wanted to see right now. It was all because of this greasy bastard that Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, and Harry suggested that Sirius be taken to St. Mungo’s for a check up, to see if he had any internal, mental, or physical damage from being spit out of the Veil.

At first Sirius, just downright said no, and paid them no mind. But many people noticed the change in Sirius’ persona. He lost his sense of childhood coming back from the Veil and gained cruel and domineering personality instead.

All of Sirius’ loved ones were concerned about him, and Snape made it worse. Each time Sirius lashed out at someone, or just simply acted cruelly for the hell out of it, Snape suggested he was being affected by the Veil. Snape went as far as telling people that his brain was addled from the 5 years he spent in the Veil. To which Sirius gladly responded to by casting “Crucio” on Snape when he back was turned, and then laughing as Order members quickly rushed to Snape’s aid.

Remembering at brought a fond smile to Sirius’ lips, as he smiled at Snape. Snape gave him a disgusted look, and turned with the billowing of his cloak to head downstairs. Sirius smirked. Sirius also knew of Snape’s failed attempts to curse him back when no one was looking. Luckily without even the slightest bit of apprehension Sirius was easily able to block every curse Snape sent at him.

Sirius was reluctantly began walking down the steps when he was startled with the frowning faces of Remus, Tonks, and Harry. Sirius sneered. ‘Why the fuck were they looking at him like that?’ thought Sirius.

Remus was the first one who opened his mouth to speak.

“Sirius your appointment was at 10:00, this morning. And now it’s 1:30! You were supposed to wake yourself up and go. Not have 3 grown adults accompany you to St. Mungo’s to make sure you get your check-up.” said Remus exasperatedly.

Sirius raised his eyebrows, and thoughtfully looked at Remus, mustering an almost apologetic look and snarled “Fuck off Remus. No one asked you to come! I’ll go by my fucking self!”

Remus looked as if he was slapped in the face. Sirius pushed past him, and slammed the door behind him. Sirius was met with Snape once again outside of Grimmauld Place apparently waiting for the others. Sirius again sneered at Snape, then called him a “Fucker” and apparated directly to St. Mungo’s.


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When Sirius approached St. Mungo’s he approached the main desk, eyeing the receptionist up and down. She seemed about mid twenties, pale face, with bright chocolate eyes, and unruly black curly hair. He was reminded of his new conquest, and how to get between her legs. It would be fairly easy, considering the fact that he could probably make the witch cum just by giving her a heated look. Sirius chucked. Naïve little witch. Thoughts of Hermione left him as the receptionist announced at he missed his appointment and would have to make another one. Smirking slightly, he made rapidly made an appointment, thinking about Harry, and how much this meant to him.

The only person who didn’t treat him different was Harry, probably the only person Sirius cared about now. Harry was the only one who defended Sirius, when all of them accused that there was something wrong with him. But Harry stuck by his side no matter what. And for that, Sirius made another appointment, and he would make sure he won’t miss this one. ‘Those fuckers!’ he thought grudgingly as, he remembered Remus’ words earlier.

Sirius almost felt a twinge in his heart, as his last best friend degrade him like that, and he was fucking sick of it. ‘Who the fuck were they to treat him like that? He wasn’t anybody bitch. He didn’t live off of anyone, they all fucking use his house. How dare he come to his own house and proceed to tell him off’ fumed Sirius.

Sirius just realized how angry he actually was. Damn. Sirius needed to cool off, and he hardly ever got a chance to. He needed something to help him cool off, and pussy hardly does it anymore. He needed something that always helped him blow of steam before. Sirius needed his motorcycle, no his won‘t do, he needed a new motorcycle. Sirius grinned, and disapparated to the Leaky Cauldron.


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Hermione was humming to herself, as she bought little trinkets, here and there. Just enjoying being outside, without the hassle of work. Just letting herself, and her mind wander free. She was thinking about the dinner with Harry. Was she right in accepting it? Hermione assured herself this was not a date, it wasn’t. To her, this was saying “goodbye” on nice terms, after all, Harry was her best friend for years. No one knew and understood her like Harry, not even Ron, that’s what attracted her to Harry in the first place.

But now it’s over between them. She sighed, she wondered if she would have the same urges she had for Sirius, if Harry and her were still together? Was her attraction to Sirius just because she was heartbroken, and his sexy good looks, and his new demeanor capture? Was the obsession she had with Sirius, because she was on the rebound? Hermione shook her head. She didn’t want to deal with this now. She had to be mental, as if Sirius would take two looks at her. He had woman falling to his feet, maybe even more than Harry. Hermione let out a bitter laugh. Sirius would never want her, she is and will always remain his godson’s best friend.


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Hermione apparated home, she had such an exhausting day. Then she had to get ready to meet Harry at seven. She set her bags down the table in the living room, as she flopped herself on the couch. She was so tried that as soon as she hit the couch she drifted off into a almost peaceful slumber.

Sirius apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, and passed the brick passageway into Diagon Alley. First, he needed to exchange his galleons, to pounds. Sirius was happily strutting down the wide stone streets of Diagon Alley, turning many heads of females, and a couple of males. Then of course Sirius did something that was completely normal, and hexed the next man who winked at him. With a grin he kept walking until, he spotted someone, and come to an abrupt halt.

Hermione Granger.

Sirius smirked almost evilly, and quickened his pace to catch up with the witch. He casually brushed past her, and feigned surprise as she stuttered a greeting.

“Hermione, out shopping I see.” said Sirius silkily, his gaze penetrating hers.

“Yes.” stammered Hermione, trying to stop her quivering voice, but couldn’t because Sirius’ intensified gaze had her stomach in knots.

Pressing her eyes closer to each other she asked “So what brings you to Diagon Alley?”.

Her movement didn’t go unnoticed by Sirius, whom again just smirked without giving her an answer.

Sirius studied Hermione’s appearance. She had grown! Her bushy bird nest hair was replaced by soft curls, her eyes were soft honey brown with a slight shimmer as she was looking at him, her body reflected the exact amount of curves a woman should have. She had a thin waist line, slender hips, followed by the perfect size tits, just big enough for his hands, and then of course the perfect little arse. Yeah, she was a little piece all right. Oh how he would love to break her. Show the little Know-It-All all about darkness. Sirius’ eyes glinted. He snapped from his reverie. He quickly answered her question saying that he was up for a stroll down Diagon Alley.

Hermione noticed the heated gaze Sirius was giving her, she noticed the darkness that shadowed his grey eyes, she was completely mesmerized. This man was more than beautiful, she was dangerous. One look into those stormy depths would have her knickers soaked. She breathed in slowly.

Sirius again caught the intake of her breath, knowing she was thinking about him. Once he caught her gaze again he smirked and winked.

Hermione smiled flirtatiously, and was about to take part, when Sirius grabbed her wrist and roughly pulled her back against his lean hard chest. Hermione almost moaned. He bought his lips slowly down to her ear and purred “How about lunch?”.

With an almost shaken “Yes”, Sirius grabbed Hermione roughly by the waist and apparated them to his bedroom at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, and swung Hermione Granger on his king sized bed.

Hermione lurched at the sensation of the apparition, and then was appealed when Sirius threw her on the bed, a maddening glint that covered his eyes, as he eyed her hungrily.

Hermione gulped. The only time she ever saw him look so crazed was when she first met him at the Shrieking Shack.

“I guess lunch is served.” purred Sirius as he began slowly walking towards Hermione, drawing out his steps.

“Sirius, stop! Stop this at once!” stammered Hermione, not liking where this was going. I mean yeah she wanted to bed him, but he just freaking abducted her from Diagon Alley after two sentences.

Sirius raised his eye brows at the protesting witch. “Stop?” asked Sirius. “I know you want me Hermione, so why deny yourself the pleasure? You have been pinning for me to buried inside you for the past two months. So why deny yourself the pleasure? I want your pussy as you want my darkness.” continued Sirius cocking his head to the side as he spoke.

Hermione’s face was flushed, a droplet of sweat trickled down her back, as Sirius spoke in that hard cruel voice. She did want this. But she couldn’t. No. She is Hermione. I mean he fucking abducted her! They didn’t say two sentences to each other! No! No! It was wrong. Lusting after the man was one thing, but actually letting him fuck her was a totally different thing.

Sirius smirked inwardly as he noticed the witch silently arguing with herself. He had her just where he wanted her. He didn’t care that he just kidnapped her. He wanted her, he wanted her cunt, he wanted her screams, and by far he was gonna get them. Even if it resorted to rape. He wouldn’t care, he’d just modify her memories later. Sirius let out a low chuckle, while he continued to eye Hermione, who seemed scared to death. Maybe a little seduction was due.

“Come on Hermione, no one has to know. It would be between me and you.” purred Sirius, faking a tone of sincerity in his voice.

She didn’t say anything just looked up at Sirius, her eyes shining wet with tears. Like he gave a fuck.

‘Cry all you want little bitch because you are going to be screaming for the gods in just a bit.’ thought Sirius savagely as he closed the last gap between them, and kneeling down and capturing her lips in a brutal and bruising kiss. Sirius began slowing down a little when he noticed Hermione beginning to struggle. Fine. He’ll play easy first, then he’ll proceed to fuck her thoroughly, SiriusStyle. Sirius began to slowly caress her lips with his tongue softly as Hermione parted her mouth to give him more space to invade her mouth. Sirius tongue slowly slid into Hermione’s mouth as he began to stoke her tongue with his own. His hands slid down to Hermione waist making his grip firm. As he ravished her mouth his hand began to slither inside the hem of her blouse, slowly caressing her stomach. Sirius felt Hermione seemingly relax, he smirked into the kiss. Yep, he was almost there, and then he would unleash.

His hand snaked towards her laced bar, circling the hardened nipple with his thump. His mouth broke contact with her mouth, and slowly began to inch toward her neck. Licking, kissing, biting, and bruising the pale bared flesh. Hermione let out a loud moan. ‘Hmm, interesting.’ thought Sirius.

As Sirius was working on her neck, and slowly ripping off the buttons on her blouse, Hermione yearned to plant her hand in his hair. As her hand went to touch the soft silkily jet black hair, Sirius tore from her neck and almost growled at her, his eyes venomous. “Don’t touch my hair!” he snarled.

Fear took over Hermione as she quickly pulled her hand back and rested in on the edge of the bed. She was wondering whether she did the right thing by letting it get this far. Why couldn’t she scream, when he brought her here on the first place? Why did she let him get this far? Well, the answer came to Hermione rather quick, because he wanted him.

Sirius again attacked her neck, he didn’t bother kissing her. She wasn’t worth it. Another fuck, no need to seduce. Sirius’ hands rapidly explored Hermione flesh, again extracting moans from her, like he cared. All he wanted to listen to were hoarse screams, begging him to stop.

He was beginning to let bored of the lack of skin contact, so he ripped open her bra, as Hermione let out a gasp. His shirt was off in seconds as he laid her down in the bed. He proceeded to kiss her neck, the kisses and bites getting harder and harder as they continued. He began trailing his bruising kisses toward the middle of Hermione’s chest as proceeded in licking off the sweat that glistened there.

Hermione just laid there squirming and moaning as the wizard continued his ministrations. She didn’t even feel her skirt come off, and he was already reaching of the sides of her underwear proceeding to pull harshly until they ripped.

Hermione let out yet another yell, as the elastic of her underwear snapped in her skin, causing her skin to turn bright red. Sirius licked at the side of her hip were the elastic broke, then bit down the skin, causing the reddening skin to become sickish purple. Hermione let a earsplitting scream as he bit her.

Hermione was beginning to struggle against Sirius’ hold, this was too much for her. Sirius looked up, his nostrils flaring as the witch began to struggle. He took of her hair and proceeded to tug pitilessly, earning more screams from Hermione begging him to stop, and to let her go. Sirius let out a low chuckle, as he pressed his rock hard erection at her core. Hermione was crying, tears falling from her eyes as he brutally pushed himself inside of her. Pounding himself ruthlessly in and out of her, causing Hermione to shrill loudly.

Sirius took a hold of her neck as he continued thrusting in and out of her rapidly. He started to choke Hermione, because she was screaming a little to loud. It was almost as if he was adjusting the volume on her thunderous shrills. He let out a evil little chuckle, inwardly laughing at the crying witch that was squirming under him.

Sirius was beginning to get bored as he continued his thrusting into Hermione he needed a new position. Replacing her neck with her hair, Sirius nearly dragged Hermione by the hair and positioned her kneeling on the floor, with her arse in the air. Hermione again tried to struggle, as Sirius with all the strength he could muster smacked her ass. Hermione began to sob wildly, pleading with him to let her go, and all he could do is chuckle.

He entered from behind her, again his groins slapping against her. Hermione was screaming again, as he pulled her hair back, her head backing up at an unwanted angle. Tears continued pouring from her eyes as Sirius took her. All she did was want him, and he practically raped her.

Hermione’s head began to spin, she felt a tug in her belly button as she woke from her bed panting. She let out a scream. Her whole body was drenched in sweat, she was shaking, and panting. She frantically looked around looking for anyone hidden in the shadows. She let out a loud breath, she just had a really bad nightmare. That was all. It wasn’t real. She was breathing heavily, her eyes sore, her voice hoarse, and the bottom of her stomach aching looking for a release.

She couldn’t believe she had a dream like that, was that how Sirius really was? Would he seriously rape her? Was he really such a cruel bastard?

Hermione brought her knees up to her chin as she began to sob silently, petrified by the dream.


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A/N: Well, she dreamed that he raped her. Wow. I didn’t even know I was going to write that. I wonder how this will affect Hermione? How will if affect the obsession she has for Sirius? Is Sirius mentally ill? What the fuck is going on? Tune in for the next chapter…. LOL! Thanks for all those who commented! Love ya! And again be nice and review. I have you a nice long chapter.