Crimes of the Heart

A/N: Wow. Thank you all so much for your input and encouragement. As you can see, I have decided to continue this story beyond a one-shot. I hope you’ll like what’s in store for our beloved characters.

Chapter Two.
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The dawning sky was a gloomy grey when Sirius awoke, the frost on the glass a clear sign that it had snowed during the night.

He turned his head when Hermione shivered beside him in her sleep. Sirius pulled the heavy woolen blanket up over her and gathered her close to him to warm her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

Shaking his head he stared up at the ceiling in quiet discontentment. He knew he should wake her. She would need to return home soon… to her husband, he thought bitterly.

Just as she had been doing for the past two years. For two years they had maintained the secrecy of their hidden trysts. The only spoken rule between them had been that it should always remain free of emotional ties.

‘It will be much easier this way,’ Hermione had said matter-of-factly.

Sirius always smiled when he thought back to that day… their first time together.

Hermione could not do anything without planning it out rationally first… even engage in an extra-marital affair.

Neither Sirius nor Hermione had ever imagined that the relationship would still be enduring two years later, but here he found himself, waking up beside her once more. And he hated it. He wished he could just fall back into sweet ignorant sleep rather than knowing that she counted on him to rouse her so she could apparate back home to Malfoy Manor.

It was not long into the first year of their affair when Sirius had realized that his mounting feelings for Hermione were beginning to trespass into their forbidden affair. They had agreed that they would call it off at once should emotions encroach upon their ‘solely physical relationship’ but the discovery of his feelings had led him to follow a different path.

He knew that he could never have her for his own, after all, she was a married woman. He would never have her heart but he could have her physically and though it pained him day and night to know that he was forced to share Hermione, it was the only solution he could imagine. Losing her entirely was not an option.

So, he masked his true feelings from the bright, young witch and allowed her to continue to believe that their relationship was free from any strings attached. It was the only way he could keep her.

The only person with whom he had shared his recklessness and indignity was Remus, the oft ignored voice of reason in Sirius’ mind. Remus could not understand why, when Sirius could surely have his choice of any woman he desired, he would, of his own volition, engage in an affair with the wife of one of the most powerful men in the wizarding world.

There was no proper answer to that concern. Sirius himself could not fathom the reasoning behind his irrational decision.

Hermione stirred beside him, drawing him out of his thoughts.

She breathed deeply and wrapped an arm around Sirius’ waist, pulling herself close enough to warm her naked body with his natural heat.

He rubbed her back with his strong hands when she shivered again. The cold did not impede her desire however, when she began kissing his chest languidly.

“What time is it?” She asked quietly into his chest between kisses.

Sirius could feel himself growing aroused at her attention but managed a cogent thought to say, “Nearly six.”

He reached over and effortlessly lifted her so she lay on top of him.

Still not ceasing her illicit kisses, she distractedly answered, “I should be going.”

Sirius cupped her face in his hands, tilting it so she was looking right at him, traces of sleep still upon her features. He searched the depths of her chocolate brown eyes as he did every time they awoke together… always hoping that that morning, he would find something more than pure lust shining back at him.

Not today, it seemed. He was disappointed yet again… but he would not allow her to leave just yet.

“You are not going anywhere,” He said in a husky voice before bringing his lips to hers in a soul-stirring kiss.

Hermione whimpered into him, caught off guard by the sensual harmony with which he kissed her. Sirius showed no signs of ceasing and he wouldn’t until she returned the act of affection regardless of the sincerity of the emotion behind it. Raking her fingers through his silken hair, she began to kiss him back, matching his unhurried intensity. She adjusted herself so that her knees rested on the bed on either side of his hips, pressing his rising manhood against her.

Sirius moaned throatily and moved his hands from her face to grip her hips. She rocked her body against his sensitive skin until neither of them could bear it for another instant.

He raised her up as she positioned herself over him and with painstaking self-control, she inched herself down and slowly took his length entirely within her.

She stopped momentarily as her tightness enveloped him completely. Sirius’ strengthened his clasp of her hips and he pressed his head back into the pillow, exhaling deeply as he savored this feeling.

Gently he began to guide her body back and forth, positive that there was no better way than this to greet the day. Following his lead, Hermione began to take over, bracing herself on his chest she increased her tempo and trembled as she felt the familiar warmth begin to spread throughout her.

Aware that Hermione was approaching her climax and wanting this to last, Sirius wrapped an arm around her and brought her mouth down on his. He softly moved her onto her back without ceasing their union or skipping a beat, he began moving in and out at an agonizingly slow pace with an appetite to please her.

Somewhere in the back of his mind Sirius believed that by willing every ounce of his strength towards granting Hermione such extreme pleasure, that maybe he could change her mind and she wouldn’t ever leave.

Leaving was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment, though.

Hermione succumbed to the divine satisfaction and lost all sense of inhibition as she threw her head back and let his name escape her lips in a breathless cry.

Their meetings were typically rushed and frenzied, both eager to satisfy themselves and each other without a moment to lose.

But this, Hermione thought feeling dizzy from the immense delight, this was beyond anything she had felt before. It was almost as though their very souls were mingling and they had become one.

She gasped as he kissed her neck, his steamy breath tingling her skin. Sirius shuddered as she ran her fingers up and down his back in a feather-light touch.

“Sirius… I’m close,” She sighed, when the blinding ecstasy took full control of her, struggling for release.

He lowered his body down so he was completely flush against her and wove his hands into her long brown hair.

“Look at me, Hermione,” He said hoarsely.

She opened her eyes to gaze up at him and was immediately captivated by their affecting strength. His eyes shone brightly with pleasure, desire and… something else that she could not comprehend. All the while he never stopped his torturous, slow pace though she could not tear her eyes away, even when he sent them both over the edge in earth-shattering surrender.

As they rode the final waves of pleasure, Sirius captured her mouth one final time. Hermione thought she heard him mumble something against her lips but she couldn’t be sure.

They held one another close in silence for a long while after. Hermione knew that she ought to have left long before, but for some reason, that particular morning she found she didn’t want to go.

Maybe it was the mysterious entity she had witnessed in Sirius’ eyes… or perhaps it was the fact that he had just pleasured her as he never had before in the two years of their relationship. For once, she did not know the answer and as disconcerting as that was, she did not wish to dwell on it.

Sirius’ body had relaxed beside her as he had fallen back to sleep. Hermione slid away from him slowly as not to wake him and began collecting the discarded articles of clothing that had been scattered about the room the night before. She dressed in total silence and began to rush when she noticed that it was no longer dawn, but full daylight now.

She cursed herself silently for being so irresponsible… not only would she now be late for work but Draco would have a dozen questions as to where she had been all morning.

Hermione sighed as she took one final look around the room for anything she may have missed and walked quietly to the door. On an impulse, she stopped and walked back to the bed where her lover lay sleeping, exhausted from his unyielding passion.

She stroked his forehead softly and placed a long, chaste kiss upon his brow.

Taking one last lingering look at his sleeping form, she left the room, closing the door lightly behind her.

Sirius opened his eyes when he heard the door shut. The familiar disappointment that enveloped him when she would return home flooded his body along with a new sensation, anger. He had been vulnerable and he was never vulnerable. He had exposed his weakness… and he knew she had noticed. She was so transparent at times that it was as though he could read her very thoughts. Yet, she had still gone. Sirius found it infuriating.

He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair roughly. Emitting a low growl, he grabbed a glass from his bedside table and hurled it at the opposite wall where it smashed into a thousand tiny pieces.

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