Hermione's Final Year

Title: Hermione’s Final Year
Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: Don’t own them.
Rating: N17
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Hermione grinned as she walked past the carriages, checking in each to make sure that the other students were behaving as Hogwarts students should. She had to admit she liked her new responsibility and the little thrill she received every time she had to break up a fight or separate a couple getting just a little too frisky.

She giggled. Hermione had an uncanny urge to pull out her wand and magically shut all the windows as she walked. An image of Professor Snape filled her mind and she bit her lip. How long had she been carrying that stupid crush? Well considering how mean he was to her, too bloody long. When had it started anyway? She racked her brain as she walked then stopped dead as she remembered.

The day that he had set that assignment in third year. Werewolves. A slow smile spread over Hermione’s lips as she entered the Head carriage. She had a dare for Draco, and apparently like most of her jokes, Snape would be the only one to get it. Of course how funny he would find it was another story.

“So,” Came Draco’s smug voice, “How did it go, sweet lips?”

“First, you will never call me that again.” She sat down across from him and whipped her feet onto the little table between them. “Second, Ron doesn’t seem to be talking to me right now.”

Draco held up one finger. “Big loss.” Then another, counting one, two. “I dare you to let me call you sweet lips when ever I want.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Oh how creative darling.” She lowered her lashes then raised them again. “I have a dare for you Draco.”

“Oh so you’re calling me Draco now, glad you’ve settled on one, ‘cause my code book is filling fast.”

She glared at him, “I wouldn’t complain about my name calling if I were you.” She smirked as a trace of guilt crossed his eyes. About time.

“Now do you want to hear my dare or not?” She wriggled a finger, signaling for him to come and sit next to her, then whispered her dare into his ear.

His eyes widened and a look of pure shock crossed his face. “What!? I can’t do that, he’ll kill me! And not with his wand, with his bare hands…Around my throat.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “No he won’t, don’t such a baby.” She held up a single hand, “Remember, this was your idea.”

Draco compressed his lips. “Fine.” he gritted out. “Can you at least tell me why? I mean why that particular sentence?”

She smiled and looked away for a second. “Call it a personal kink.”

Draco leaned closer with a wicked grin spreading, “What kind of kink.”

It was at that moment the carriage door flew open and the tall broad frame of Sirius Black filled the doorway. His long black hair fell down his back and over one shoulder, and his once grey eyes were now a deep clear blue as they glared at the boy sitting very closely beside Hermione.

“Malfoy,” He growled at the now cowering boy, “Fuck off and go sit with your cronies or something.”

Draco stood and sneered, though his eyes still held fear. “You can’t talk to me that way.”

Sirius didn’t say anything. He smiled and his eyes darkened as he stared down the younger man. Draco licked his lips and seemed to be thinking of a snide remark, an insult, but Sirius’ stare was unwavering and finally the fear took over and Draco pushed past him and quickly ran down the train to find his, as Sirius called them, Cronies.

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh, “Well you certainly scared the heebies out of him.”

He sent her a decidedly wolfish grin as he stepped into the carriage and shut the door behind him. “So was he your “Work out.”?”

Hermione coughed and doubled over with laughter. “Oh yeah, I can’t keep my hands of that spoilt rich boy.” She reached up, grabbed his hand and pulled him down onto the seat next to her. “What are you doing here, Professor Black?”

Sirius looked at her for a long time before running a single finger down her arm. “I don’t know Mione. Why am I here?”

She shivered and knew at that moment that she was gone. There was no way that she was going to leave this carriage before they had steamed up the windows. She wanted him. Both he and Snape had been her dirty secret for so long. But he was the one who scared her the most. She loved him as a friend and enjoyed his company and stupid jokes so much. She didn’t want to fall into that past conquest pidgin-hole.

A sly smile stretched her lips as a very naughty idea filled her mind and made her inner muscles pulse.

She chuckled and shook her head, looking him squarely in the eye. “We have known each other for almost four years.” She placed a finger over his mouth. “I’ve heard every line and seen every trick Mr Black, and each one has made me laugh.” She moved her lips closer to his ear and whispered, “I am not some silly girl with a silly crush and you know it.”

Sirius’ head lowered, “You’re right, I’m sorry. It was stupid of me to think you would be interested in an old man like me.”

Hermione laughed, and even harder at his shocked expression. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one too.”

Gripping his shoulders, she hoisted herself onto his lap so she was straddling him. She leaned against him so her mouth was back by his ear and she spoke in her best throaty voice, “Now how about this. You say, “I need a good. Hard. Shag. And you are so damn sexy.”” She pressed her quivering center against the delightfully hard bulge in his leather pants and circled her hips slowly.

His gasp and rasping breath made her tremble with desire and her already wet sex clenched with the need to be filled. His hands found her thighs and slowly stroked upwards, pushing up her knee length school skirt higher and higher till he found her soft, white cotton panties. She heard him moan when he found how hot and wet and completely ready she was, and began to nibble at his neck and earlobe.

“Mione, I…” He started but she clamped her mouth over his and thrust her tongue in deep, tasting him in a way that she had always wanted to.

At length she pulled back and grinned into his glazed, lust filled eyes. “You are going to open those ridiculously tight pants and I don’t want to hear one word from that naughty mouth other then to say,” She leaned in and licked his earlobe then blew on it gently, enjoying his shudder, before continuing. “How incredible it feels to be inside my hot, tight…” She had no time to continue as he sprung into action.

With a loud combination of a moan, growl, and whimper he had gripped her hair and pulled her mouth back to his, while his other hand opened his pants and ripped off her panties.

She felt the head of his large and very hard shaft at her opening and teased him with quick dips of her body, letting him feel her heat and wetness but pulling away when he arched up.

“Ooh, good dog.” She said into his ear before dropping and impaling herself hard and fast onto his hardness.

So full, almost painfully so, but even as she grimaced her body stretched and gripped and pulsed around his rock hard heat. His loud, strangled moan in her ear was all the encouragement she needed. She rose slowly, working the muscles in her sex and enjoying the way his fingers dug into her hips as he tried to control himself. They rocked together, the rhythm hard and fast

Fuck he felt incredible. His hot breath on her throat, the way he filled her more then she thought possible, those lightning thrills when his coarse hair ticked against her singing nub. And his voice, oh sweet god his voice, so deep and masculine as he growled and told her just how much he liked what she was doing.

“Fuck Mione…You are so damn hot…So fucking tight…” He growled into her ear and nipped her throat.

Sirius’ fingers bruised her as he brought her down onto him harder, faster, chanting her name and what ever other obscenity came to mind as she worked her body on him.

Hermione rode hard, the way she had always wanted to ride The Sirius Black. Hard and fast and with each impalement of her body on his, she flew higher. She felt his movements become erratic and uneven and felt his fingers dig deeper into her flesh. Her body tightened and she knew she was close. Her body shook and she knew she was closer. Sirius’ growling voice, his strong hands, his thick, pumping shaft pushed her over the edge and her body filled with blazing rapture.

He threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her mouth onto his, just in time to muffle her shrill scream of completion and his howl as her body clamped and swallowed around him. He rode her climax till found his own.

They split apart and adjusted their clothing as they tried to catch their breaths. Hermione turned to look at him and smiled when she saw his eyes closed as he leaned back on the seat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sirius was beautiful. That long black hair hung over his shoulders and covered one eye and a slight smile touched his full, parted lips.

“You’ve been a professor for three hours and you’ve already shagged a student.” She laughed when he opened one eye to look at her. “That has to be a record…Even for you.”

Sirius grinned and chuckled before leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes again. “I’ll be sure to add it to my CV.”

Hermione stood up then leaned down to kiss Sirius. He wound his arm around her waist and pulled her back onto him.

“I’m going to go join Harry again.” She kissed him and flicked her tongue sensually against his. “By the way, if you’re looking for an assistant, Harry’s your man.”

“Mm, I was thinking that as well.” Sirius said between quick kisses, pausing to suck gently on her bottom lip. “What about you? I would have thought that you would be looking for an assistant position.”

Hermione trembled at the feel of him nipping at her neck, “I was thinking about Arithmancy with Professor Lupin, but I don’t think I’ll have time, what with being head girl. And Snape is going to be gunning for me this year, since I beat his score in potions last year.” At length she pulled back and away. “I’m seeing a lot of long nights and weekends bent over a sink scrubbing cauldrons.”

Sirius grinned, “I bet you do you kinky bitch.”

She blew him a kiss, “Thanks for the ride, Casanova.”

~*~*~

The Express reached Hogwarts in good time and Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood in line waiting for their carriage, that would take them to the castle. Ginny joined them after waving to her friends and Professor Black and Professor Lupin joined soon after.

“I trust the Golden Trio will be able to keep out of trouble this year.” Remus looked pointedly at the three seventh years.

“Sure you can, Professor.” Harry’s eyes twinkled as he answered.

“You can trust us Professor.” Ron pitched in.

“And it’s not like we go looking for trouble.” Hermione shrugged and was shocked to see both Harry and Ron looking at her. “What?”

“Alohomora.” Ron said with a grin, and she grinned back, at least he was talking to her again.

“Well how was I to know Fluffy was behind that door.” Hermione snipped defensively.

Harry laughed and wove an arm around her waist, grinning and kissing Ginny as his girlfriend grabbed his other arm. “Yeah they should have had a sign, “Warning Enormous Three Headed Dog. Will Rip Out Throat.”

The four laughed and both Professors rolled their eyes. Finally Sirius looked at Hermione and smiled.

“Miss Granger, do you think you can, at least, keep my Godson in one piece till he graduates?” Sirius spoke with a wicked glint in his eyes as he used the more formal address.

Hermione grinned and ruffled Harry’s hair, “It’s in the bag Professor. Might even be able to wrangle him a couple of Newts.”

Harry pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. “’Course she will, Hermione’s my Guardian Angel.”

She was shocked and touched by her friends words. She threw both her arms around him and kissed both cheeks. “I love you to Harry.”

Ron rolled his eyes and groaned, “Great, she’s getting all girly again.”

Harry, who looked very please with himself standing between his two favorite woman, one his girlfriend and one his best friend, laughed. “You know I had a dream like this once.” He had to dodge and weave, fast, to avoid both women’s slaps.