Little Black Journal

She stole into the library at half past 2 in the morning and was relieved to see Sirius slumped across the couch. The journal lay open on the desk and she walked quietly to retrieve it. But wait, hadn't he shut the journal earlier that evening? If it was open that meant someone was reading it. Her cheeks colored and she darted another glance toward the dark-haired marauder reclining on the couch. Her eyes met his gray orbs and for a moment she forgot how to breath.



“I think that journal provided interesting reading for both of us.” He drawled, swinging his legs over to pull into a sitting position. He looked away from her to pour another tumbler of whiskey, allowing her a moment to collect her thoughts and calm her heart beat.



If he read her thoughts, she mused, then this could go one of three ways. Either he would make things incredibly awkward by rebuking her obvious attraction for him, or he would mock and tease her endlessly, or, oh please let it be the third way, he would tease her in a much more intimate and appealing manner.



She was still standing there, half-way to the desk, her face now masked with a guarded look. He chuckled lightly, noting how her back stiffened. “I suppose I should thank you.” He said, lifting his tumbler in a mock toast before knocking it back. He recognized fleetingly that his current state of intoxication would make it hard for him to be guarded. But maybe it was the liquid courage he needed to finally make a move.



“Thank me?” She took a hesitant step forward.



“After 12 years in Azkaban, and another 10 behind the veil I didn't even think I could feel this again, didn't think I could do this.” He gestured down to his lap and broke eye contact to gaze back at the desk, where the blasted journal that started it all lay inconspicuously closed.



“Feel this?”



“This urge, this desire. I thought Azkaban had taken this from me.” His eyes slid back to her face, his tongue darting fervently out to moisten his lips.



“Wait” She tried not to follow the trace of his tongue with her eyes and shook her head. “You expect me to believe that in the year since you've been back you haven't been with a woman? And don't use the years behind the veil as an excuse Sirius, you already confessed that you don't remember them and they didn't age or adversely effect your body at all.”



He snarled. His face took on a sardonic Snape-like expression as he reached and poured himself another tumbler of fire whiskey. “Oh I've dated women since I've been back. They come at me in troves. They all want to get into the pants of a famous convict and seeming dark wizard.” He knocked back the amber liquid and slammed the glass down none to quietly. “Problem is, the moment they get me alone they want to know all about James and Lily, and my years in Azkaban. Kind of puts a damper on the mood.”



What he didn't mention was how little he wanted those women in the first place. How he tried half-heartedly once or twice but couldn't face their pitying looks once they realized he couldn't hold his erection. How the most satisfying completion he felt since returning was on his own, hand to cock, stroking quickly as he read her notes in the margins.



Her face didn't reflect the pity or concern he had grown accustomed to and expected from her. No, her eyes retained their sharp calculating quality that seemed to peer into his mind. Suddenly aware of her sobriety, he nudged the bottle of fire whiskey toward her and beckoned her to sit in the adjoining chair.



Feeling both wary and intrigued she sat down. Did Sirius “Sex God” “Fuck me now” Black just admit to celibacy? And she thought she had problems. Not quite knowing what to say, because “I'm sorry your sex life is shit” seemed quite inappropriate coming from her, she sat back in the velvet lined chair and took a large sip straight from the bottle.



Neither seemed willing to speak or break eye contact. It wasn't until the clock chimed three a few moments later that either so much as fidgeted.



“What do you mean 'didn't'?”



He quirked an eyebrow.



She cleared her throat delicately, “You said you didn't think you, um...could. Do you mean that past tense?”



Silently cursing herself for sounding so eager, she slid the bottle across the table and out of temptations reach.



A slow, genuine smile stretched across his face. “Oh, I think I could perform wonderfully now, given the right inspiration” he purred. Merlin how he loved to watch her squirm in her seat, watching as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, her breath hitching slightly.



“Right inspiration?”



“Why yes, who better to explore with then an understanding friend, who, if I may be so bold, seems to need a sexual awakening as much as I need a reawakening.”



Her face flushed, though she wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or excitement. “I don't know what to say” she breathed truthfully, because she didn't want to admit that her mind was warring between answering “Oh God, take me now” and “take off those damn pants already.”



“You said you'd make it up to me” he smirked, waiting for the flash of anger and, yes, the red blush to flood over her gorgeous chest. He always wondered if that same blush tinted her skin during an orgasm.



“Are you trying to guilt me into sex?”



He barked out laughter. “I don't need to guilt. I know you want me. If it helps I'll confess that the attraction is quite mutual. I've wanted you since I returned from the veil, but never thought you'd look twice at a used-up old man.”



“You're not used-up” She interjected. “Or old.”



He smiled, “I can't promise I'll match your fantasies” he nodded toward the diary, “but I never leave a girl hanging without pleasure. I just want a chance.” He licked his lips again, just imagining her taste.



“OK.” It was out before she even registered her decision made.



Her eyes glanced longingly at the desk and returned quickly to his amused face. His eyes were dancing with pure joy, like a child whose Christmas gifts arrived early.



“How about dinner, tomorrow at 7?”



“What?” The dazed look in her eyes faded to confusion. “I thought...” her eyes again danced over to the desk.



Sirius chuckled. “I'm not a lusty 16 year old anymore, and neither are you. I prefer to get to know a lady first. It's all part of a larger seduction plan.”



“But we already know each other!”



He chuckled again. “Eager are we?” Waiting for the blush again, she did not disappoint. “We know each other as friends yes, but not as lovers or potential lovers.”



Before she could interject he wagged his finger. “You may have read my diary but I changed a lot after Hogwarts. I never wrote about my more serious affairs, or how my tastes matured before Azkaban even. Don't look so crestfallen, I think you'll like the older version of me much better. If I remember correctly I wasn't very selfless in my youth.”



Her face blushed again and she looked away shyly, wishing she wasn't such an open book. She resisted the urge to tell him that he could be as selfish as he wanted if he'd only bend her over the desk and take her right now. She didn't have a lot of experience sure, but somehow she felt she could handle an impulsive sex-starved Sirius better than a seductive, charming one. How the hell would she keep her guard up now?



“OK, Dinner it is then.” There was really no other argument.

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Dinner was perhaps the most torturous experience of Hermione's life. Neither spoke of the journal or the thick sensual tension hanging over them. All the fervent glances and “accidental” knee bumps and foot strokes made it clear exactly how this night would end. She couldn't wait, and yet he seemed to prolong the evening, calmly ordering dessert, more wine, coffee.



At the end of the night Sirius' face took on a strange glint and he gave her an electrifying kiss before saying goodnight and bounding up the stairs alone.



Dinner the next night was even worse. She couldn't stop watching his hands, the way his strong hand gripped the steak knife, or his large fingers stroked the rim of the wine glass with deceptive gentleness. She wanted to taste those fingers, to feel them gripping her hair, pinning her wrists, tweaking and pinching her nipples, stroking her..well needless to say Hermione was so turned on she had trouble focusing on the conversation.



Sirius had a wide knowing grin the entire evening as he watched the wide eyed witch in front of him. Her face was an open book. When the night came to a close he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a fierce kiss. When she reached for the top button of his cloak he grasped her hand, gave her another strange smile, and bid her goodnight.



The following night, Hermione had had enough. Sirius had ample opportunities to seduce her over the past few days and for some reason he kept backing out last minute. It was time for her to take matters into her own hands.



When Sirius arrived at her door the following evening he had no idea what his little witch had in store for him. The moment she answered the door scantily clad in a sheer black negligee and donning a mischievous smile, Sirius knew he was in trouble. He took a startled step back and blacked out, the last image in his mind that of Hermione with her wand pointed determinedly at his face.



When Sirius woke he smelled the fragrant vanilla and cinnamon that reminded him of Hermione. He smiled slowly and turned his head into the pillow, inhaling the scent. He tried to reach down and burrow himself into the blankets but found his arms unable to move. Eyes springing open, he was shocked to see nothing but darkness. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognized that a thin piece of fabric was tied over his eyes and something soft was holding his arms and legs spread eagle, wrapped gently and firmly around each ankle and wrist. It was only the smell, her smell, that kept him calm as he recognized his position.



"You've been a very bad boy Mr. Black." The bed dipped between his legs and he felt a soft finger trace up his thigh. He wasn't sure if he should be thankful or not that she had not completely undressed him. He opened his mouth to speak but found that his voice would not work. Oh Merlin, a silencing charm. "I thought it would be easier if you couldn't talk back...not without my permission at least."



He swallowed, lips parting with a gasp as he felt her finger trace lightly over the growing bulge behind his boxers. "Now, I know I should not have read your journal," her finger climbed up his chest, grazing his skin as she unbuttoned his collar. "And you can punish me properly for that later if you'd like." Oh, the things he would like to do to her... He could feel the second button undone, fingers now sliding across the exposed flesh. "But teasing me like you have the past few days was quite uncalled for."



The hands pulled away and he couldn't help but try to sit up reaching for them. He heard her chuckle softly. He felt her weight lift from between his legs as she climbed over his body and slid open a drawer next to the bed. "All you managed to do was torture me unfairly, so I think it's time for a little revenge."



He felt the tip of her wand graze his neck, slide down his chest, and slice through his shirt. The sensation of fabric cut from his body drew another gasp and another attempt to speak. He couldn't see the look of nervousness on her face, or the way her hands were shaking as she was careful not to touch him again until she had better control of her senses.



"I arranged the silencing spell to allow for only a few words to be spoken. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say 'Stop'.” She paused, holding her breath before continuing. “If you want me to slow down, say 'slow.' If you want me to continue, say 'Yes.' The spell lets you say 'no' too. I hope you will trust me and give this a chance."



Sirius tried to control his breathing. Was she really giving him a choice? What sane man would turn this down? He swallowed again, wishing he could ask her to kiss him, wishing he could beg her to do all sorts of wicked things to him. But she made it clear, she wanted this on her terms. He was at her mercy, something he had never experienced with a woman before. After years in Azkaban and behind the veil he did not think giving up control would be so appealing, and truthfully he was nervous about it. Maybe it was better he couldn't have a long conversation about this...maybe he was less likely to over analyze.



She leaned forward and licked his nipple, pulling away to leave it exposed to the cool air. "Yes" he breathed softly, though in answer to giving this a chance,or in plea for more sensation neither knew. He wished he could say "please."



He could almost imagine the smile crossing her face. He wanted her to take off the blindfold, to untie his hands, his feet, to kiss him, to suck him, to lick him, to bite him. He wanted to roll her over and show her exactly what it felt like to give up control, but he was worried that if he stopped this encounter he might lose her. He had spent too much time in his head this week, too much time thinking of all the pros and cons. Too much time worrying about the potential reaction of this witch, this beautiful wonderful friend, this amazing room mate, if he couldn't perform, or if he finished too quickly, or if he couldn't be gentle...because after all the darkness and emptiness he didn't know if he could be slow and have any sort of stamina for the time being.



He felt the bed dip again, felt the glide of her hair across his body as she leaned forward and captured his lips in a gentle, teasing kiss. She pulled away each time he tried to take over, each time he tried to add tongue, each time he tried to bite. When he finally surrendered, she nibbled his bottom lip before sliding her lips across his chin and up towards his ear. "I really want to taste you" she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Her hips ground down against his erection and he wondered how he missed the fact that she was straddling him now.



"And I really want to feel you inside me. I'm so wet for you Sirius." Apparently the silencing spell wouldn't stop his groan. Dear Merlin she was going to be the death of him. “Do you want me to suck you, or fuck you first?” She giggled and pulled back.



“I suppose I should only ask you yes or no questions then...would you like me to remove the blindfold.” She wanted to see his eyes, to be better able to judge his thoughts and his reactions to her. But she wanted to give him the option of blindness. After all, she was fully intending to give him his pleasure first before she took hers.



“Yes” he whispered. Yes he wanted to see her, wanted to watch as the scantily clad witch ground herself against him. He wanted to watch as she 'sucked him or fucked him'.



He felt her lean across his body, the blindfold sliding across his face until his vision was clear. He could see the seductress leaning over him, her chestnut waves falling over her shoulders and her pert breasts almost spilling from the top of her lingerie. He could see the faint outline of her pink nipples beneath the black lace and his mouth watered. He mentally urged her to lean forward, just a little more, and offer those tempting breasts for him to feast on.



She leaned back instead, straddling his waist and surveying the hungry look in his eyes with a sense of wonder. To have this powerful, sexy wizard strapped to her bed giving her that look was enough to make her shudder, grinding against his erection with a gasp. If a look could give an instant orgasm, he was giving her that look.



“I want to taste you.” She told him, smiling as his eyes darkened and his lips parted. She leaned forward and began nibbling and licking her way down his chest. Her hands slid into the hem of his boxers lifting the elastic edge over his erection to pull them down. She paused, realizing that they could not be removed manually with his legs bound. Muttering a quick spell his boxers disappeared and Sirius was completely exposed to her.



Her eyes widened at the sight of him, all muscle and bronze, littered with dark tattoos and scars. She leaned forward and traced a particularly long, jagged, scar across the side of his abdomen with the tip of her tongue, her eyes meeting his briefly before her tongue continued to the patch of hair leading down from his navel. She inhaled and fought the urge to bury her face between his thighs, nuzzling his cock against her cheek. He smelled like sweat, and salt, and man. She was unable to resist temptation.



He watched her trace the scar before closing his eyes and fighting the tickling sensation. It wouldn't do to start giggling. He could feel her breath against his thigh now, and without warning he felt his length enveloped in silky warmth. He gave a strangled groan, unable to control the urge to thrust upward into her mouth. He knew he shouldn't look, knew the sight of her kneeling between his knees, her hair pulled back from her face to show her moist pink lips surrounding him, would put him over the edge. He knew, but he couldn't resist.



The moment his eyes focused, he realized she had stopped bobbing her head and was holding him deep, his tip massaging the back of her throat. But it was the look on her face, the look of utter concentration and determination that drove him over the edge. He could feel her throat muscles gag, the sensation somehow turning him on more as he groaned and thrust his hip. She pulled up slightly to swallow, and he was thankful his hands were bound. Somehow he didn't think she would appreciate his hands urging her head back down, choking her on his cock while he rode out this wave.



In his daze he somehow missed the startled sound from the doorway. When Hermione shouted “Harry”, his eyes snapped to hers and then to the shocked man standing in the doorway, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the ropes and black negligee. Unable to speak or move, he watched helplessly as Hermione gave him a quick frightened look before throwing on a robe and running quickly downstairs after Harry.



Twenty minutes later she returned to her room, catastrophe with Harry neutralized. Apology on the tip of her tongue, she fell motionless at the sight of the now empty bed.





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