Close Encounters of the Sirius Kind

AN:// Sorry that it took so long to update. My muse can be finicky when it comes to what story she wants to work on. I hope it is worth the wait. PS I have not written Fluer’s accent very often so it may seem a little bit off.

“It looks like you might need this.” At her confused expression she added “I have seen a lot of women with the same look on their faces after they get their heart broken or is in love with Sirius Black.”

Hermione was embarrassed but thankful that the subject went so easily to where she needed to go.

She was thankful for the firewisky, it helped her with her nerve to ask what she needed to know.

The older woman sighed and put her feet up and began to tell her story…


“Sirius always was a confidant and charming boy on the outside who always attracted attention. The boy who most people who most didn’t see except James Potter or even Remus Lupin was the scared insecure boy who always needed to know that he was loved.

He was not loved at home or understood. His family were pure bloods and fed into the belief that that made them royalty and superior to most living beings. Sirius never believed in that standpoint and was usually given abuse for it. It made him feel unworthy and unwanted urging him to find love and acceptance wherever he could find it. One night he was in desperate need, I was having a rough time that year and I needed some comfort as well. ”


_ _ _
Hogsmeade 1978

Sirius came into the three broomsticks by himself that day, it looked as though he was in a foul mood and wanted to spare his friends the trouble. He was in jeans, leather jacket, and leather riding boots. He sat in a corner booth isolated from everyone else. When she went to the table to ask what he was having, he ordered a firewisky with a flirt that was half hearted. There is where he sat for the duration of the time the pub was open until everyone had left. Rosemerta approached him again and sat down across from Sirius and asked, “ Is there anything you want to talk about Sirius?” He just shook his head. Rosmerta put her arm around him and rested his head on her shoulder as he wept over something that he did not name. She simply held him and allowed him to let go of his grief. He held on tight to her while doing so, he grazed a breast accidentally sending skockwaves through her body. Sirius looks up and realizes his mistake and apologizes. Rosmerta could not help herself, she had to know how it felt to kiss those lips. It must be heavenly if his touch was any indication. He made no sound as she leaned over and he met her there halfway kissing her desperately as if she was the one that would save him from whatever it was that was haunting him.

When they came up for breath Rosmerta took his hand and took him to her apartment that she had in the pub.

It was three rooms connected to each other, a kitchen, living area and a bedroom.
Rooms that Sirius barely saw in his desperate need for the lovely older witch.
She took him to her room in the back, It was a simple room with a double bed dressing table and armoire. A bathroom was connected to the room.
Rosmerta pulled down the quilt and sheets and sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Sirius to join her. At his hesitation she asked, “You haven’t been with a woman have you?”

He shook his head no and turned slightly red. She motioned for him to sit with her again, this time he moved slowly to her and sat down next to her. She stroked his hair before instructing him to help her out of her robes of green that matched her high-heeled emerald green shoes. He did so without hesitation and rather skillfully for someone who never done it before. She could hear his breath quicken as she was revealed in her glory. She then returned the favor in awe of his perfection. It was as though an ancient Greek god came alive. He had a tattoo of a pentacle on his chest. She kissed him again longer with more passion exploring his mouth with her tongue. He moaned in her mouth and copied the motion while lying her down on the bed. He then kissed her all over exploring every inch of her, making her moan and cry out. “Please Sirius” she begged as she wrapped her legs around him guiding him in with her hand. He groaned a deep manly sound as he was positioned into her body. The older witch could fell him fill her up inside making her walls constrict around him. He began to thrust into her over and over again with a string of curses and moans indicating that he was reaching the climax of pleasure as she was. The witch arched and cried out when the waves of an incredible orgasm hit of which they both enjoyed together. She felt him groan and release himself into her then falls on her body spent. They fall into an exhausted satisfied sleep.

_ _ _


“He is worth the wait. It just was not meant to be with us. Listen to him and allow him his moods, in the end if he trusts you then he will be able to connect with you.


Thank you Madame for sharing with me. Did you ever find out what he was upset about?”

“ I may have been his first woman but he was in love before. He never said to me who it was that upset him so much but I know he was in love with one of his friends who didn’t love him back. If I had to venture a guess, it because Remus broke his heart by not being in love with him.”

“Goodnight Madame”

***
Remus must have anticipated Madame Rosmerta’s theory. That must have been what he meant by when she needed to talk and not if. But why didn’t he tell me himself? Did they really think that I would judge him harshly for it?


She sighed and opened the journal again to read the next name. She opened her journal again and looked for the next name. Another name she was not expecting, Fleur Weasley. Sirius certainly had interesting taste in women. She slipped off to sleep still in her cloths.



She was behind the bar in green robes and very high shoes, her bushy hair up in a ponytail. She was in the three broomsticks but there were no patrons. Then the teen version of Sirius entered the pub. His hair was medium length and tousled face clean-, he was wearing his leather jacket and leather riding boots, leather riding gloves were clutched in his right hand. He sat down at the bar and ordered a firewhisky. He looked like a man drowning, and she was the only one that could save him. She poured the glass and gave it to him startled when he grabs her wrist and pulls her closer to him and kisses her both passionately and desperately. Startled she spilled the bottle on herself. He didn’t seem to care about the mess she made of herself; it only seemed to excite him more. He pulled her over the counter and sat her on top of it. He then removed her outer robes and pushed them aside. He then pushed the remaining robe to her knees and untied the string in the front to access the liqueur still dripping off her. He licked and sucked every inch of her clean. She could not help but arch and moan at the touch of his lips on her body. He took advantage of his position by spreading her legs wider and pulling down her knickers. He said something about a “proper cleaning”. She honestly was not thinking or hearing clearly. She gripped his leather-clad arm as he before he licked her folds until she reached a toe curling, earth shattering orgasm. He took her still shuddering body in his arms and took her upstairs to the room that she had in the pub. She was glad he did since she was unsure if she could stand much less walk herself. He seemed to know the way without asking and sat her on the edge of her bed. Hermione helped him out of his jacket and boots while he kissed and nibbled her neck. She barely managed to get his T-shirt off before he nearly tore her ties of her robe apart and pulled them off her and pushed her back and flat on the bed. He pressed his knee in between her legs to push them wider to slide in between her legs. He took one hard nipple in his mouth then the other making her moan and writhe under him desperate for what he could give her.
She somehow managed to unbutton and unzip his jeans pushing them down as he kicked them off. Her nails dug into his arse as she pulled him to her wordlessly begging him to release her from this heavenly agony. He acknowledged it by dropping his head to her shoulder and thrust into her to the hilt, thrusting over and over again till she felt her body tighten and rise, then erupt in waves of tremendous orgasm. Sirius followed after with “Fuck Fuck yes Rosmerta” before he thrust his last thrust and released his seed in her waiting trembling body. He then collapsed on her breathless and spent allowing sleep to claim him. Hermione stroked hair and kissed his forehead before she closed her eyes and followed him

The next morning

Hermione was still shaking from her erotic dream from the previous night. She couldn’t help but wonder how Sirius’s full lips would actually fell on her, how he would sound crying out her name in a deep lusty tone. She showered (a long cold one) and skipped breakfast. She knew she could probably make a fool of herself if she saw him that morning.


She decided to go to the pastry shop on the way to work to by a donut and coffee when she spotted Severus doing the same. “Morning Severus” she said as she entered the shop. “Good morning Hermione.” He replied in his normally calm and collected tone. He looked as he always did shoulder length hair black waistcoat and slacks with a white shirt. “ How is the paperwork coming along?” she asked. The paperwork was all that was needed before they could sell their product. “ The usual bureaucratic nonsense. But it will not be too much longer now.” He paid for her donught and coffee and sat with her and enjoyed their donught and coffee together. It truly amazed her that she and Severus were now friends. They were student and hated teacher, a truce much less a friendship seemed impossible. It was one of the few benefits of the aftermath of the long bloody war against Voldemort.

“How are things going with Hestia Severus?”

He gave her a look that said ‘how did you know that’?

She smiled and said “ I work for her remember? I see her moods, and she seems the happiest when she comes back from seeing you”


“We are going well I suppose.”

Hermione smiled to herself, it was adorable how he squirmed when it came to talking and having a relationship. He could face down three wizards or witches at once but when it came to social interaction he looked like he rather be eaten alive by alligators

She decided to have mercy on him and decided to talk about something else. They idly chatted about potions and their plans for the next until she had to go to work. She got up thanked him for his company and breakfast.

“Is Black giving you a hard time Hermione?”

She turned to his concerned face. I really wish that they could get along, it would make these friendships so much easier.

“No he isn’t Severus, it just gets tense with him sometimes. Nothing to be concerned about.”
She kissed him on the cheek and went to work.


***

It was now lunchtime and she needed time to think on how to approach Fluer. The Weasleys were like her family so in a way she was her sister in law. And families talk and share with each other. The subject however could be somewhat awkward. She decided that she would approach Fluer when she was alone to avoid any uncomfortable questions that may arise for her visit.

She decided to go to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes to see how things where and chat with Cho and Katie while she waited for Fluer to be alone.

Diagon Alley never changed a bit. There were still shops overflowing with books, wands supplies, robes etc. IN the corner of her eye she saw the Magical Menagerie were she had adopted her cat Crookshanks. She still had him to this day, paddling around the house and rubbing up against his old pal, Padfoot.

The shop still looked as it did all those years ago when they first moved in after they dropped out of Hogworts in rather spectacular fashion. The shop was at number 93 Diagon Alley. They still experimented almost every day and left it out on the main counter for unsuspecting victims. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself remembering all the mad things that they came up with even when they were in school. The most infamous by far was the portable swap that was put in the school grounds as they flew away on their confiscated broomsticks a final thumbing their nose at school authority, Professor Umbridge in particular. She could see Cho and Katie behind the counter with the cash register. She smiled and approached them “Hello girls how is business?”

They returned the smile and Katie replies “booming as usual. The love potions still sell like wildfire. Not even Ron’s accidental overdose could stop that one. What brings you here Hermione?”

She shrugged and said, “I was around, I decided to visit since it has been a while since I came last.”

“Hello Granger” she heard the boys say in unison. She turned to see the grinning faces of Fred and George behind her. They looked as handsome as ever, and in their favorite drangonskin suits. They were once so identical that their own mother couldn’t tell them apart. Knowledge that they used to pull numerous pranks on her and others. That is until one of George’s ears was hexed off leaving a black hole were the ear once was.

“Hello boys. I just dropped in to say hello. Things still seem like they are going well.”

“Always are Granger. With our talents for inventing…
starts Fred
“ And we have our brilliant wives with the brains for business…” replies George


“We’re unstoppable.” They finish in unison.

She grinned at them and chatted idley with them about buisness and recounted the tales of their exploits in school and during the war when it occurred to her she needed to get going if she was to get to Fluer alone.

She smiled and waved goodbye to her friends and promised to be back soon before she Apparated to the cottage that Bill and Fluer called home, Shell Cottage. She got slightly misty eyed when she saw the stone were Dobby was buried, killed while saving her Harry Ron and others in Malfoy Manor. Next to the stone was a Memorial stone that read “Percy Ignatius Weasley”

Fleur was in the garden tending to the rose bushes. She was wearing an old apron over a dress and a straw hat. Her hair was in a braid. Even while pregnant she was remarkably beautiful and graceful.

“ ‘ello ‘Ermione what ‘an I do four ou?” She says pleasantly, with a curious look on her face.

“Hello Fluer. I am sorry to bother you. But I have a problem and I hoped you could help me with it”

She stands and says “ ‘O bother at ‘all. What seems to be ze ‘oblem?”

Hermione says simply “Sirius Black” the moment the last syllable left her lips Fluer fainted dead away.