Once Upon a Hallow\'s Eve
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Sirius
Once Upon a Hallow’s Eve
By ziggy zanzibar
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, plots, spells, beasts (both malignant and benign), or any other preexisting notions from the Harry Potter series. It is a rather superior creation of J.K. Rowling, and I delight in borrowing her magical ideas for my own twisted purposes.
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Chapter Three – Sirius
THE LAST HOGSMEADE visit of the term happened to coincide with Halloween in Hermione’s seventh year. She, Ron, and Harry bustled through the village, the two boys grabbing as many tricks and sweets as they could carry, while Hermione opted for the bookstore. With an agreement to meet at the Three Broomsticks at two o’clock, Hermione walked toward the end of the village to search for a good book.
It was incredibly peaceful inside the small shop compared to the laughter and chatter from the students outside. Hermione smiled contentedly as she began perusing the shelves, enjoying not having a particular title or genre in mind.
“Well, hello there,” came a voice over her shoulder.
Hermione turned and grinned widely. “Hello Sirius!” She threw her arms around him. “Looking for Harry?”
“Already ran into him,” Sirius said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I thought I’d come find you – see how you’ve been. We haven’t had a proper chat since this summer, after all.”
The witch’s eyes glazed over a bit. Summer had been an interesting time; she, Ron, and Harry had camped out at Sirius’ house, the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, and she had become rather intimately acquainted with her best friend’s godfather.
“You’re right,” she said in a low voice.
“Perhaps we should pick up where we left off,” Sirius suggested smoothly, a devilish glint in his black eyes.
“Perhaps we should,” Hermione agreed, her quest for leisure reading abandoned.
Sirius took Hermione’s arm and placed it in his own. “I’ll buy you a drink.”
The two made their way out of the bookshop and down the street to the Hog’s Head pub. Hermione was nearly shivering with anticipation; they had never been able to finish their celebration of Sirius’ clearance of all wrongdoing by the Ministry last summer, and she was rather anxious to pick up where they had left off.
Sirius held the door for Hermione and “accidentally” grazed her bum as he walked in after her. She playfully smacked him in the arm and found a table in the back while Sirius went to the bar to order their drinks.
“Now, where were we?” Sirius wondered aloud as he brought over two whiskeys. He sat in the chair next to Hermione and pulled himself over so that he was inches from her face. “Ah. Right there, I believe.”
Hermione giggled and blushed a bit, the man’s charm getting the best of her nerves. “Well, there’s not much we can do about ‘catching up,’ seeing as we’re in public and just anyone could walk—” She interrupted herself with a gasp.
Sirius’ hand had made its way up her skirt, through her panties, and into her increasingly wet folds.
“Oh my God, what are you do… Oh, Sir… No, we’re going to be seeeeeeen….” She moaned softly and buried her face in his shoulder.
The wizard grinned cheekily. “You don’t think I noticed that you chose the darkest corner farthest from the door? I know what you want, Hermione, and I’m going to give it to you.”
“But they’ll see…hear…” Her protests were becoming feebler by the moment.
A flick of Sirius’ wand reassured Hermione that no one would see or hear, and she relaxed into his touch, biting lightly on his shoulder.
“That’s right, Hermione, just enjoy, let go,” he murmured, his fingers going much faster and flicking her sensitive bundle of nerves. “I want to feel you come…”
He pushed two of his fingers into her tight channel and smirked as they shuddered lightly against him.
“Sirius… I’m going to…”
“Come, Hermione, come.” With one last rub, she was mewling softly, smothering the sound in his shoulder as her core milked his fingers. Hermione rode the waves of her orgasm, arching her back and longing for more contact.
“And that’s just a foretaste of what’s to come the next time I find you,” Sirius said with a growl.
Hermione regained some composure and sat up a bit, her chest heaving. “Is that glamour still on us?”
Sirius furrowed his brow. “Sure, why?”
No sooner had he said it than Hermione was sliding off her chair, under the moth-eaten sofa and onto the dusty wooden floor beneath Sirius’ chair. He smiled wickedly as her plans became clear, and he took a sip of his whiskey while helping Hermione unbutton his fly with his other hand.
He had been expecting her hand, but gasped and jerked when he instead felt her warm lips and wet tongue.
“Oh Merlin, Hermione, don’t stop...”
The witch stroked up and down, side to side, and around, then completely engulfed him in her mouth. Sirius groaned and put his head in his hands.
“So good…”
Encouraged by the wizard’s words, Hermione continued to bob her head, varying the pressure she placed on him until she finally felt him thrusting slightly into her mouth. Within moments he was coming, shooting his seed into her mouth.
She made sure he had finished before dabbing at the corners of her lips, gracefully reemerging from beneath the table. Sirius was giving her a look that promised she was in for it – in a very, very pleasant sort of way.
“You’re just my kind of witch,” he said softly, kissing her hard and giving her bum a squeeze. “You’ll be coming for Christmas, I expect?”
“I certainly hope I’ll be coming,” Hermione said, emphasizing the last word with an impish wink.
Sirius laughed heartily, straightening both their clothes before removing the glamour he had placed to disguise them.
They sipped their previously-forgotten whiskey and chatted in low tones, the way that new lovers do. Luckily, Hermione saw none of her classmates in the pub, because if anyone had seen them sitting there so intimately together, someone would be sure to tell Harry, and Merlin only knew what he would…
“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed suddenly.
Sirius pursed his lips. “It’s Sirius, darling.”
“No, no, no, I’ve completely forgotten, I was supposed to meet Harry and Ron at the Three Broomsticks at two!”
Sirius checked his watch. “It’s five till two. I’ll walk you over there.”
They left the pub and walked quickly to the other end of the village, Sirius’ arm firmly around her shoulder, despite her protestations that it would attract attention.
“Hermione, wait,” Sirius said in a much gentler tone than he usually used. “I need to clarify something that you may not understand.”
The witch was thoroughly confused. “Sorry?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of the infamous Sirius Black, playboy extraordinaire of Hogwarts,” he said, taking her hands in his. “And I won’t deny that I’ve seen and done some wild things. But… but I’m not intending to do that with you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” He smiled playfully. “Monogamy has really grown on me, actually.”
Hermione had never even considered the prospect before, but now felt a calm that replaced a sense of unease she hadn’t even known was there. “Well, thank you, Sirius. I wasn’t trying to tame you or anything, but—”
“I know,” he said quickly. “I’m not blaming you or anything of the sort. I just wanted you to know that I’d like to give it – us – a try. If you please.”
Hermione grinned. “Love to.”
Sirius gave her a quick kiss and walked her the rest of the way to the Three Broomsticks, where he left her at the door.
“Till Christmas, then,” Hermione said perkily.
“Till Christmas,” Sirius agreed, a contented smile on his face.
Hermione turned to walk in.
“Oh, Hermione!”
She turned.
Sirius winked at her. “Happy Halloween, gorgeous.”
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A/N: Part three of four installments! Hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. There were so many adorable children in the cutest little costumes that I didn’t have much time to write, so I apologize for any plot-ADD-ness. It was on something of a whim that I decided to write this – no plan, no outline, nothing. Reviews much appreciated, since I can’t have too much candy or I’ll have thighs the size of great tree trunks.
By ziggy zanzibar
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, plots, spells, beasts (both malignant and benign), or any other preexisting notions from the Harry Potter series. It is a rather superior creation of J.K. Rowling, and I delight in borrowing her magical ideas for my own twisted purposes.
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Chapter Three – Sirius
THE LAST HOGSMEADE visit of the term happened to coincide with Halloween in Hermione’s seventh year. She, Ron, and Harry bustled through the village, the two boys grabbing as many tricks and sweets as they could carry, while Hermione opted for the bookstore. With an agreement to meet at the Three Broomsticks at two o’clock, Hermione walked toward the end of the village to search for a good book.
It was incredibly peaceful inside the small shop compared to the laughter and chatter from the students outside. Hermione smiled contentedly as she began perusing the shelves, enjoying not having a particular title or genre in mind.
“Well, hello there,” came a voice over her shoulder.
Hermione turned and grinned widely. “Hello Sirius!” She threw her arms around him. “Looking for Harry?”
“Already ran into him,” Sirius said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I thought I’d come find you – see how you’ve been. We haven’t had a proper chat since this summer, after all.”
The witch’s eyes glazed over a bit. Summer had been an interesting time; she, Ron, and Harry had camped out at Sirius’ house, the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, and she had become rather intimately acquainted with her best friend’s godfather.
“You’re right,” she said in a low voice.
“Perhaps we should pick up where we left off,” Sirius suggested smoothly, a devilish glint in his black eyes.
“Perhaps we should,” Hermione agreed, her quest for leisure reading abandoned.
Sirius took Hermione’s arm and placed it in his own. “I’ll buy you a drink.”
The two made their way out of the bookshop and down the street to the Hog’s Head pub. Hermione was nearly shivering with anticipation; they had never been able to finish their celebration of Sirius’ clearance of all wrongdoing by the Ministry last summer, and she was rather anxious to pick up where they had left off.
Sirius held the door for Hermione and “accidentally” grazed her bum as he walked in after her. She playfully smacked him in the arm and found a table in the back while Sirius went to the bar to order their drinks.
“Now, where were we?” Sirius wondered aloud as he brought over two whiskeys. He sat in the chair next to Hermione and pulled himself over so that he was inches from her face. “Ah. Right there, I believe.”
Hermione giggled and blushed a bit, the man’s charm getting the best of her nerves. “Well, there’s not much we can do about ‘catching up,’ seeing as we’re in public and just anyone could walk—” She interrupted herself with a gasp.
Sirius’ hand had made its way up her skirt, through her panties, and into her increasingly wet folds.
“Oh my God, what are you do… Oh, Sir… No, we’re going to be seeeeeeen….” She moaned softly and buried her face in his shoulder.
The wizard grinned cheekily. “You don’t think I noticed that you chose the darkest corner farthest from the door? I know what you want, Hermione, and I’m going to give it to you.”
“But they’ll see…hear…” Her protests were becoming feebler by the moment.
A flick of Sirius’ wand reassured Hermione that no one would see or hear, and she relaxed into his touch, biting lightly on his shoulder.
“That’s right, Hermione, just enjoy, let go,” he murmured, his fingers going much faster and flicking her sensitive bundle of nerves. “I want to feel you come…”
He pushed two of his fingers into her tight channel and smirked as they shuddered lightly against him.
“Sirius… I’m going to…”
“Come, Hermione, come.” With one last rub, she was mewling softly, smothering the sound in his shoulder as her core milked his fingers. Hermione rode the waves of her orgasm, arching her back and longing for more contact.
“And that’s just a foretaste of what’s to come the next time I find you,” Sirius said with a growl.
Hermione regained some composure and sat up a bit, her chest heaving. “Is that glamour still on us?”
Sirius furrowed his brow. “Sure, why?”
No sooner had he said it than Hermione was sliding off her chair, under the moth-eaten sofa and onto the dusty wooden floor beneath Sirius’ chair. He smiled wickedly as her plans became clear, and he took a sip of his whiskey while helping Hermione unbutton his fly with his other hand.
He had been expecting her hand, but gasped and jerked when he instead felt her warm lips and wet tongue.
“Oh Merlin, Hermione, don’t stop...”
The witch stroked up and down, side to side, and around, then completely engulfed him in her mouth. Sirius groaned and put his head in his hands.
“So good…”
Encouraged by the wizard’s words, Hermione continued to bob her head, varying the pressure she placed on him until she finally felt him thrusting slightly into her mouth. Within moments he was coming, shooting his seed into her mouth.
She made sure he had finished before dabbing at the corners of her lips, gracefully reemerging from beneath the table. Sirius was giving her a look that promised she was in for it – in a very, very pleasant sort of way.
“You’re just my kind of witch,” he said softly, kissing her hard and giving her bum a squeeze. “You’ll be coming for Christmas, I expect?”
“I certainly hope I’ll be coming,” Hermione said, emphasizing the last word with an impish wink.
Sirius laughed heartily, straightening both their clothes before removing the glamour he had placed to disguise them.
They sipped their previously-forgotten whiskey and chatted in low tones, the way that new lovers do. Luckily, Hermione saw none of her classmates in the pub, because if anyone had seen them sitting there so intimately together, someone would be sure to tell Harry, and Merlin only knew what he would…
“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed suddenly.
Sirius pursed his lips. “It’s Sirius, darling.”
“No, no, no, I’ve completely forgotten, I was supposed to meet Harry and Ron at the Three Broomsticks at two!”
Sirius checked his watch. “It’s five till two. I’ll walk you over there.”
They left the pub and walked quickly to the other end of the village, Sirius’ arm firmly around her shoulder, despite her protestations that it would attract attention.
“Hermione, wait,” Sirius said in a much gentler tone than he usually used. “I need to clarify something that you may not understand.”
The witch was thoroughly confused. “Sorry?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of the infamous Sirius Black, playboy extraordinaire of Hogwarts,” he said, taking her hands in his. “And I won’t deny that I’ve seen and done some wild things. But… but I’m not intending to do that with you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” He smiled playfully. “Monogamy has really grown on me, actually.”
Hermione had never even considered the prospect before, but now felt a calm that replaced a sense of unease she hadn’t even known was there. “Well, thank you, Sirius. I wasn’t trying to tame you or anything, but—”
“I know,” he said quickly. “I’m not blaming you or anything of the sort. I just wanted you to know that I’d like to give it – us – a try. If you please.”
Hermione grinned. “Love to.”
Sirius gave her a quick kiss and walked her the rest of the way to the Three Broomsticks, where he left her at the door.
“Till Christmas, then,” Hermione said perkily.
“Till Christmas,” Sirius agreed, a contented smile on his face.
Hermione turned to walk in.
“Oh, Hermione!”
She turned.
Sirius winked at her. “Happy Halloween, gorgeous.”
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A/N: Part three of four installments! Hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. There were so many adorable children in the cutest little costumes that I didn’t have much time to write, so I apologize for any plot-ADD-ness. It was on something of a whim that I decided to write this – no plan, no outline, nothing. Reviews much appreciated, since I can’t have too much candy or I’ll have thighs the size of great tree trunks.