Red Roses,White Chocolate, and Wanton Wizards

A/N: The first half is a re write of an old story called Leather and Straight Lace, which I incorporated in the story. Also be warned the later half the sex will be on the rough side (but still consensual)

That night

Sirius was lying in his own bed after holding Remus till he fell asleep. He was so afraid that Hermione hated or feared him, something horrible for someone that loves so deeply at truly. He normally would stay with him, but lately he would dream of Hermione and he did not want to hurt his friend’s feelings. His friend nerves where raw, as it was he did not want to add to his angst.

He cursed and rolled over to his side. Poor Remus always had it rough since he was a small boy. It always amazed him how he would meet hate and prejudice with kindness and humor, a mark of a rare person indeed. His “condition” as he always refereed to it had a rather peculiar side effect. He was not sure if it was because Remus was a wizard or because of his human mind was not able to accept everything that he had to go through. All he knew is that something like a personality or something close to it existed in his consciousness, one he called “the other half”. It was the part that had human functions but accepts the animalistic impulses of the werewolf that Remus has always tried to suppress. It talked to him and urged him to do things, something Sirius did not know until the beginning of their seventh year.

He had heard Remus shouting with someone in the prefect’s bathroom. As he ran in to investigate with wand drawn he found no one there. Remus was in the corner in a tight ball shaking and white as a sheet. It took him a few weeks to confide in him what happened.

“He talked to me,” He said barely above a whisper.

“He?” Sirius asked confused.

“ My other self, the werewolf part of me that is conscious” he said waiting anxiously for him to go nutters on him.

“What did he say?” asked Sirius in an encouraging tone.

“He was upset that Lily was taking all of James’s time. She should not mess with the pack, and that she should be taken out of the way,” he said with tears in his eyes. “I don’t want anything happing to her Sirius. She is my friend, she did nothing wrong”.

Sirius could see how afraid Remus was, it must be awful being afraid of yourself.
Sirius stayed with him that night giving him solace. Remus appeared to be stronger with him so he kept staying with him, till all the time Remus never passed the night without being in Sirius’s bed. Remus in turn helped him with his feelings of worthlessness and feeling unloved. It only seemed the natural course of action to be involved in relationship.

James and Lily married shortly after graduation and they fell into a comfortable friendship. The even joined the order the same year and nothing seemed to stand in their way. But things always seemed to get in the way, what was the old muggle saying that Lily liked to say? “God laughs at those that make plans.”

He had planned to stay with Remus forever, be a good Godfather to James and Lily’s son Harry. Before he realized what was happening, James and Lily died he was framed by Peter, and was sentenced to life without trial. A place where he stayed for twelve years, unable to give love and guidance to Harry. Unable to prove his innocence to his last remaining friend. Poor Remus was left to his own devises in a cold unfeeling world. He was glad to finally find him again years later and to rebuild that friendship and pick up where they left off completing his life once again, giving him solace from the darkness in his mind. Fate once again decided to be unkind. While protecting Harry he was jinxed and thrown into the mysterious veil where he was trapped for two years. Remus then fell in love with his cousin married her and was expecting a baby. Remus once again expected sorrow when his child died. No parent should bury his or her child. He pretty much lost his marriage after that loosing the love that he so deserved.

He deserved someone that knows who he was and would accept him unconditionally, the only other person other than Tonks that did that was Hermione. He wished that he could say that he could make sure that would happen, but he probably could not. He loved her too, very deeply and needed her.

Some would say that Sirius’s fate was worse than death, and Sirius never discouraged this belief. He never had the heart to tell the whole truth of the matter, He had lived two years with Hermione by his side as if time never stood still. He never knew for sure when he fell in love with Hermione, in the real world or the one of his own making, all he knew was that he would love no other but her. The shock was not the time he lost away from his loved ones, to him he never left them. The shock was that Hermione was never his, their bed was only his bed, and his child was never growing inside of her.

His happy memories where visited always in his sleep…

He woke up to coffee and smiles in the morning. “Morning Harry, Morning Remus, good morning love,” he said with a smile and a kiss to his favorite witch.

“Morning Sirius” she replied with her own passionate kiss.

“ Ready for Hogworts Professor?” Remus asked.

“All packed and ready to go Remus.”

When she saw Harry and Sirius’long faces she said “I am not at the end of the world, there is the Floo network and I Apparate, it will be like I never left”

Hermione was just offered the Defense Against the Dark Arts position by the new Hogworts Headmistress Andromeda Tonks. The old headmistress Minerva McGonagall passed away the year before, she never got over the stress of the war and loss of Professor Dumbledore; She essentially died of a broken heart. Most teachers died in the attack or moved on except Sinestra, Vector, and Babbling. Madame Pince and Filch survived as well as Madame Pomfrey. Grubbery-Plank took Care of Magical Creatures full time, Paverti Patil took Divination, Kingsley Shakelbolt took Charms and head of Ravenclaw, Tonks took Potions and Head of Hufflepuff house, Neville took over Herbology as well as Head of House in Gryffindor, Alicia Spinnet took over Flying and Refereeing Quiddich games, Transfiguration was taken by Roger Davis, a retired Arthur Weasley took Muggle studies and Hestia Jones took over History of Magic. Millicent Bulstrobe took over Slytherin house.

As they lay in bed that night he remembered the first time they where together. All was strictly friendship till two months after she moved in.

They where in the drawing room drinking to the lost in the war when they both had too much to drink. She was wearing a jeans skirt and tee shirt, and bare foot. He was wearing jeans and dragonskin boots and white shirt. Instead of disgust at his confession she matched one with her own “I love you too Sirius. I just thought it a lost cause being Harry’s godfather and all, I thought you only saw me as a little girl.” He lifted his tattoo hand to stroke her face he needed to touch her, to be sure that what was happening was real and not some drink induced hallucination. When he touched her smooth skin he realized it was not, his heart leapt with joy. He kissed her softly, her lips were soft and warm tasted sweet from the tea she had earlier. She did not turn away or say no, encouraging him to deepen the kiss and explore her mouth with his tongue. She answered with equal passion running her fingers through his hair. He remembered her small hands unbuttoning his shirt and removing it. Tracing every tattoo with her fingers. His row of stars on his neck, permanent necklace, his six point star, his cross, his dog on the left of his stomach, the antler and lily etched on the other side, his hippogriff on his right shoulder. A wolf paw, antler, dog paw, and rat tail in a circle on his left, She then kissed his knuckles that had love and hate etched on his fingers. It was such an innocent act, yet her touch burned him with such lust and desire that he could hardly breath.

“If you continue like that it might not be able to stop if you want me to” he said huskily.

“What if I don’t want you to?”

“ Are you sure?” he replied.

“Yes”

He ran his fingers over the tips of her nipples that where showing through her shirt before pushing it up and over her head…

“What are you thinking about love?” her sweet voice interrupted his equally sweet memory.

“Just thinking how much I love you” he replied as she nuzzled closer to him allowing him the smell of her sweet strawberry smelling hair.

She looked up at him and ran her finger over his new tattoo on his forearm, a yellow rose that had her name Hermione Jean on it.

“I love you to.”

***
True to her word Hermione came home often to Grimmuald Place to have dinner, go to a movie, or whatever was on their minds at the time. But it was now three weeks since he saw her last, making things hard on him.

He finally decided to see her at the school to ease his ache for her and to ask her a question that has been on his mind for a year. He borrowed Harry’s map and he hoped onto his beloved motorcycle Lucille, to go see his other beloved.

Things have not at all changed at Hogworts, as he would have expected with all the damage done in the war. Instead it was rebuilt, with the old splendor it always had.

Hermione never told him the schedule that she was working so he did not know exactly where she would be. He opened the Marauders map to get a better idea. Tonks, Tonks, Shacklebolt, ah there she was Granger. She was grading papers in her office.

He went through the school in all the secret ways he had procured in his youth, the prankster known as Padfoot. The office she was in was the same as well, a spiral staircase to another room in the classroom itself. Padfoot could hear the sounds of the record player that Remus gave her for luck playing as he acceded the stairs to her. His boots where not at all quiet so knew immediately that he was there. He noticed that she wore a white blouse, pinstripe skirt under the customary robes worn to teach.

"Good afternoon, professor. Lovely day isn't it?"

He was wearing black jeans, his usual dragon skin boots and a black tank top with a black leather jacket.

"Is there something you wanted, Lord Black?"

She defiantly needed time away, she only addressed him by his title when she was irritable and tired.

“ I came to see the love of my life take her out for a ride."

"Sirius, I can't go now. It is not a good time." He stopped her from talking with a kiss.

"Yes, you can. You have been working for weeks without a break. I am sure the Headmaster can do without you for a few hours."

"It's against the rules!" argued Hermione in an annoyed tone.

"Breaking the rules is fun! Besides, I seem to know a little schoolgirl that dared to break school rules," he adds with a sexy smirk.


He could hear her groan at the mention of her little rebellion against her previous DADA professor and Ministry spy Dolores Umbridge. He did not want to use that information against her but desperate times call for desperate measures. He kissed her again and removed her robe and laid it gently on her desk after sensing her defeat. HE then took her by the hand to where his motorcycle was.


"Hop on love, I promise it is well worth it," he said amusingly.

She held on tight, not looking down. Sirius could fell her put her arms around him and bury her face in his back. He could not help but chuckle, the wild haired witch hated to fly.

He could see her amazed expression when he landed, a secluded beach that was his from his inheritance where he always liked to go and think.

"Sirius it's beautiful!" Hermione exclaimed in awe.

He then removed his jacket and laid it on his bike, then he leaned down and took off her heels before taking her hand and walked them down to the beach.

"I told you it would be worth it." He replied with a chuckle.

He then took her in his arms and carried her to a small open rock alcove, where there was a blanket a bottle and glasses of champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, red stiletto heels and flowers.


He laid her down on it and said, "I have been wanting to do this all week," he said huskily.

She began to rub his length teasingly. "So I noticed," she purred.

“Vixen” he growled in her ear, sending shock waves down her spine

He then gave her a kiss and reaching for the red heels and putting them on her. Then put a rose in her hair.

He then ripped her blouse open and off her. He then proceeded to remove her skirt leaving her with white silk thigh highs.

She repaid him by pulling off his shirt and kissing his chest. He impatiently pushed up her lace bra to get access to her breasts. He took his time lavishing each nipple making her moan in passion.

"Sirius!" she cried, pulling him close to her. "I need you." She skillfully unfastened his jeans. He gave another deep growl, and then, ripped off her matching lace underwear. He positioned himself to enter her and with one rough thrust, he pushed his entire length inside of her.

"Yes, FUCK YES!" Hermione exclaimed as he groaned and pumping her with such intensity that it worked her into an orgasm.
Not able to hold out any longer, he comes along with her as he cried out,

"HERMIONE!"

Afterward, they rested in each other arms, cuddled together.

"You know breaking the rules is not that bad." Says Hermione as an afterthought.

He chuckled and reached for the champagne.

“I am glad you agree,” he said as he gave it to her.

It was then that she noticed a strawberry in the champagne glass. As she looked closer she saw that it held a ring. She pulled it out and saw that it was a pear shaped diamond with small diamonds around. The estimated value was more than she would make in a lifetime. He then took the ring from her and stood up straighter and shifted to one knee.

“I never was the marrying kind. I never thought that I would find that woman that would love me for me. I never wanted to bring another Black in this world that would have the same mania and hate. Now I know it is not that bad with my looks and your compassion and love. We can build a new Black house that everyone would love and respect. All this to say, Hermione Jean Granger, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

She just looked at him tears of love and nodded yes.

He then kissed her hand and slid it on her and laid back down next to her and laid his head on her sweaty breast.

“Thank goodness that is over. Want to have another shag?”

That earned laughter from her and shoving a strawberry in his mouth for his trouble.

The news of their engagement meet with some mixed reviews. Remus, Ginny, Andromeda and Tonks where ecstatic with joy at the prospective union.

The others had a little bit more of a hard time accepting it, especially Harry. But in the end he came around, and escorted her down the isle that day, with Remus his best man, Ginny and Tonks and Andromeda bridesmaids. Bill the Minster of Magic performed the ceremony.

He would never forget that day on their three-month anniversary she refused to drink champagne with him.

“Is there something wrong love?” he asked concerned

“Not at all love, just don’t want to hurt the baby.”

He just stood there shocked out of his mind. He could not have heard what he heard.

“Say that again?”

“ I went to the healer, she said we are expecting a baby” she repeated.

He put the glasses down and picked her up and spun her around the room. He then opened the window and shouted,“HEAR THAT WORLD?I AM GOING TO BE A FATHER!!”
The shouting brought concerned Remus and Harry. Remus with his senses heard what the commotion was about and gave Hermione a bear hug. Harry on the other hand was confused. When he was told he too was jumping for joy.

They lay in bed together thinking up of names with his hand on her stomach thinking of what his child would be like. They decided that he or she would be named after a constellation and named Jane if it was a girl and Jeramy if it was a boy, honoring her late mother and father. Their child would no doubt be very powerful, intelligent, and mischievous and incredibly good-looking. He wondered if he or she could learn quickly like their mother, or be as compassionate, or as accepting. He prayed that the evil that was his family would not infect his poor innocent child.

When he finally voiced his concerns about this she took his head and put it on her chest and said, “Our child will know goodness and love and loyalty form their father. I have no doubt of that. Besides if the family was so evil, Regulus would not have realized he was doing the wrong thing and made sure that Voldemort was vulnerable, or produce wonderful people like Andromeda and Tonks.”

This calmed him greatly and he continued to be exited for his child.

However it was not meant to be.

Six months into her pregnancy he began felt the tug that pulled him from his world to the real one.

He then let the tears fall for his life, one that he believed would not happen again.

He felt himself get tight again and unbuttoned his pants and played with himself remembering his wife, partner and friend that was Hermione Granger.

The next Evening

***

Remus was lying on the floor in his usual attire of white button down shirt and slacks that he had always been in the habit of wearing even if he was out of a job. He was in the old drawing room that was at one time exquisite, with large windows overlooking the street in front of the house, a large fireplace flanked by two ornate glass-fronted cabinets, and an entire wall covered with a tapestry of the Black family tree.

He seemed to be drawn the most to this particular place. On this particular day he was sipping wine and listening to his records that he had not listened to since he was young. It was something that he did to calm himself down when things would get too tense. He felt that intensity this morning, when he saw four men hugging Hermione. Sirius Harry and the Weasley twins where there that morning and heard that Hermione got the DADA post and they hugged her to congratulate her. He felt angry that they where touching what he considered his. It was silly of course; he had no rights to her, but his other part of himself thought otherwise. It was just him in the house at the moment, Harry and Sirius had gone out with Ron when he realized that Hermione would be leaving them to take the position at Hogworts. He knew that Sirius and Harry where proud and would not stand in her way of what she worked so hard for, but they had grown attached to her and it would be hard on them without her. Ginny and Tonks took Hermione out for lunch to congratulate her on her new job and shopping for cloths for her new position.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly. He hoped that his behavior was not noticed, he would hate for Hermione to be more frightened of him than she obviously was right now.

He was laying down with his wine when he heard her footsteps coming up the stars to him. Of all the times for her to come up hereMerlin please, don’t let her come in here now. Merlin it seemed was not listing or didn’t care. She came in wearing a denim dress and clogs in her arms where packages from Madame Malkin’s shop, a bag from Honydukes and a dozen pink roses.

Her hair up in a knot, it was rather warm lately, especially with the type of thick hair that she has. He jut wished she hadn’t, he could see her soft skin, wondering how it would feel like as he marked her.

He must have looked a sight for she looked rather concerned and asked “Remus are you alright?”

He could hear his other self laugh in his ear taunting him, saying to rip her cloths off, take her on all fours and fuck her silly.

He could barely recognize himself when he replied “I’m fine love just a little tired”

no please don’t come near me, I could hurt you, just go away

Hermione looked at him a moment then put her clothing packages down and came closer with the roses and chocolate. She then put the flowers in a vase lit the candles on the fireplace. “There a little less darkness” she said with a strange smile.

She then lay down next to him and gave him a piece of dark chocolate from Honeydukes.

“Chocolate for your thoughts” she said clearly not believing his reply.

“Hermione…”

“I noticed how tense you are around me Remus. I need to know if I have done anything to make you upset.”

He did not know what got into him, the wine, the longing, or the need to be honest with someone who was loyal to him and cared for him after his true self was uncovered since his friends at Hogworts.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was stroking her face with his hand. “My dearest Mione. The only thing that has been upsetting me is how much I want you, how it pains me to love someone that my dearest friend loves, as well as the boy I consider son. It frightens me how my werewolf impulses want me to take you hard and rough willing or unwilling.” He sighed and took his and away and closed his eyes feeling the tears pricking his eyes. “ I hurts to know that you must be frightened of me right now. Truth is I don’t blame you, I am dangerous and I could hurt you. I would not be able to live with myself if I did.” He could feel her come closer to him and put her head on his shoulder.

“I know how Harry feels about me, but I never knew about Sirius. I am sorry to hurt them for I do care for them both very deeply. While we are being honest with each other, I love you too. I just did not know how to handle it that is probably what you saw as fear. I was afraid of my feelings because I believed you did not feel the same way. I did not want to say anything that could ruin one of my most valued friendships.” She then copied his earlier motion and stroked his face. “At the core of you there is a wonderful person, and I have faith that you will never hurt me.”

He opened his eyes to look at her, trying to grasp what he just heard. She looked calm there was no fear just love and lust in her eyes. What truly made his brain accept this declaration was that he could clearly smell her body’s reaction to him. She then sat up, kissed him softly then started to unbutton his shirt.

“Hermione what are you doing?”

“Taking advantage of the situation. I want to see what you are so afraid of”. He could feel her trace his scars from the long ago attack that made him what he was. Clawmarks spanned from under his left nipple diagonally to his side. The other scar where of the same shape this time running the span of his stomach left to right.

“You are beautiful Remus,” she finally said after she kissed his scars.

He could not fight it anymore, he needed to touch her and in doing so his inner werwolf took over. He pulled her to him, and kissed her passionately. In his impatience to take off her dress he ripped it open and off her leaving her in nothing but a pair of cotton knickers and clogs.
She did not appear to mind she was removing his shirt and kissed his shoulder, where he had a tattoo of a wolf paw, antler, dog paw, and rat tail in a circle.
He caressed her breasts that where now bare to his hungry eyes before taking them into his mouth and nipping and sucking them. He could hear her moan with pleasure and desperately unfasten his belt buckle to free him from his confines. She then used her fingers to stroke his manhood to matching stokes of his tongue driving him to the brink of madness. It did not long for him to cum into her hand biting her shoulder. He then pushed her down to return the favor her chest was rising and falling with her rapid breathing.
His senses where on fire with the smell of her obvious arousal and need. He licked her underwear before tearing it off removing the last barrier between him and her making her gasp and moan. “You taste incredible love” he growled.

“Please Remus” she begged obviously needing release.
“Your wish is my command” as he spread her legs open and thrust deep into her. “Sweet Merlin so hot and tight” before thrusting into her hot pressure that had his head swimming. The sounds escaping her mouth vexed him, pushing him closer and closer. Ahnng…..I can’t…I’m gonna…uhn,” she screamed out, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts

“Like that love Come for me!”

he felt her tight walls implode upon his pulsating shaft, and she screamed her release. He howled his orgasm, spilling his hot seed into her waiting body. It felt like a hot stream of liquid shooting into her depths. As they road the after waves of their tremendous orgasm they both sighed in content and exhaustion.

"Remus?"

"Remus!"

He was startled to hear her voice above him. He realized that he had fallen asleep and it was all a dream. “I guess you had some sort of bad dream I heard moaning.” She said with concern. Anyway it’s over now time to eat.” she said as she went to her room with her packages.