Little Black Journal

Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.


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Another Excerpt from the Journal of Sirius Black:
I love how insatiable she is. At the beginning of the day we started off merely snogging in the common room, by lunch time she gave me a hand-job in the astronomy tower, and after Double Potions she went down on me in the broom closet outside of class. When I cornered her in the library that evening I intended to return the favor, but she turned the tables on me again. For the first time with a bird, I felt like the prey instead of the hunter. It was rather thrilling.

She pulled me by the hand to the farthest row of shelves, the most remote section of the library with nothing but old “Daily Prophet” issues for references. “I want you to fuck me against these shelves.” Her voice was a low purr in my ear as she nuzzled my neck. Well, who was I to argue with that?

By the time I hiked up her robes and skirt she had already unbuttoned my trousers and worked me free. I was instantly hard when my hand grazed nothing but skin where her panties should have been. With a groan, I pulled her legs around my hips, lifting her up to where she could grasp the shelf above her head. Her foot must've braced against the shelves behind me because she had enough leverage suddenly to tilt her hips just right for me to sink inside of her...

Hermione's notes-
Sex in a library – check; sex fully clothed – check; sex with Sirius Black – check. She got to live out one of my biggest fantasies. Lucky, lucky girl.

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"Sit on the bed, facing me."

The voice came out of nowhere, and Hermione gave a startled noise before turning and seeing Sirius sitting in the armchair adjacent her bed. He was still naked, wrists and ankles red from where the ropes had chaffed his skin. His face and eyes were cast in shadow, leaving her unable to read his expression. Well, he was still in the room so he couldn't be too mad at her...right?

"I said, sit – on – the – bed. Or do I need to tie you up too?" Was it humanly possible for a man to growl like that? Or was that somehow a product of his Animagus form. She hesitantly walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. She still couldn't read his face.

"Sirius?"

"Did you get rid of Harry?"

"Um...yes, he went to Ginny's." It was surprisingly easy actually. Apparently guy friends don't want explanations when they walk in on you with your mouth around their Godfather's dick.

"Good." He waved his wand and murmured a few quick spells. "I closed off the floo and locked the wards for the rest of the evening. We won't be having any more visitors or interruptions."

She started to smile hesitantly. This was good. He wanted to continue. She waited for something, anything to happen, but Sirius remained seated in the shadows. She could just barely make out his eyes, usually surrounded by laugh lines, now intent and piercing.

“Sirius, are you okay?” His eyes had taken on a dark look she couldn't quite comprehend. “Maybe we should...”

“You left me.” His voice was full of accusations.

Flabbergasted, Hermione sputtered, “I'm sorry, I had to...” Hadn't he seen Harry?

“You left me.” His voice cut again. “Tied up – naked – alone – powerless – for nearly half an hour. You left me.”

Shit. If his voice sounded 'dark' before, she didn't know how to describe the dangerous glint in it now. So maybe restraining a man who spent a huge portion of his life falsely imprisoned was not such a good idea. Somehow pointing out that she had only been gone for 20 minutes seemed like another bad idea.

"I think it's time to begin your punishment, Hermione."

She could feel her pulse beating rapidly. "My punishment?" She didn't mean for her voice to sound so timid, so scared, but she was beginning to feel hesitant and unsure. Why was he still sitting in that chair, unmoving?

"I could silence you, but I'd like to hear you moaning for me. And you are surprisingly talented at talking dirty. Your mouth is full of surprises." She could see his hand grazing his thigh, beginning to stroke his lengthening member. She didn't know what to say or do, so she watched captivated. Did he want her to go down on him again? It hardly seemed like a punishment...

"I want to watch you pleasure yourself. Show me what you like, Hermione." His words were like smooth honey; they flowed over her consciousness and she found herself lulled into a sense of comfort. Dark, dangerous Sirius was still there, but he seemed relatively self-restrained for the moment.

She swallowed back her shyness and reached behind her back to unlace the negligee. "Leave it on,” he barked. “I like the way the lace looks against your skin." She met his eyes as he leaned forward in the chair and was immediately stunned by their intensity. He looked as though he was fighting his body with every ounce of self-control he possessed just to stay seated. She wondered how much it would take to break his tenuous sense of control.

Swallowing her nervousness, she focused on channeling every ounce of sensual courage and daring she possessed. If he wanted to watch her, she wanted to give him an enjoyable show. She had never touched herself so provocatively in front of a lover before, but the idea of presenting herself like this, to him , was incredibly intoxicating.

She leaned back on one elbow, her other arm reaching forward between her legs as they began to spread. She slipped one delicate finger beneath the fabric, and with a coy smile, began to draw the edge up enough to show herself to him.

"How do you feel?"

"Nervous."

He chuckled darkly, and then his voice cut like steel. "No, how does your body feel, your fingers. Talk to me, Hermione."

Her finger was dancing over her clit before sweeping lower. "I'm so wet, Sirius.” Her voice was more husky now, her entire mind focused on that small bundle of nerves pressing against the heel of her hand as she inserted two fingers.

"How do you taste?" She paused again, before pulling her fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean with a soft moan.

“Why don't you come over here and taste me yourself?”

Another chuckle. “Nice try Love, but I want to watch you first. I believe I asked you a question?”

She moaned, fingers returning to the tight bundle of nerves between her legs. “I don't know, good? Kind of sweet?” What adjective was he looking for here? When she heard an impatient growl from across the room she quickly changed the subject. If he wanted dirty talk, she'd give it to him.

“I'm so wet for you, Sirius. When I went to talk to Harry I couldn't concentrate. I could still taste you on my lips. All I could think was that I wanted more...” She began to gasp, fingers moving faster as she remembered the earlier part of the evening.

“I wanted to taste more of you. You're like a drug, I don't know if I can get enough.” She fleetingly heard his breathing hitch and opened her eyes to stare into his. “I wanted to come back up and lick you clean. I wanted to kiss, and lick, and tease you until you were as mindless with need as I have been these past three nights. Then I was going to crawl up your body and sink down onto you.” Oh, how she wanted to feel him inside of her. She could see how hard he was from across the room; all she had to do was provoke him into joining her on the bed.

“I've been imagining what it would feel like to have you inside of me, so big and so hard, filling me up. I would have been on top and you would have reached so deep.” Had she been with someone else, anywhere else, less drunk on lust, she may have felt embarrassed at the wet slapping sounds coming from her hand. She was so wet now that her hands glided easily, allowing the entrance of a third finger. “Please Sirius, please. I need you.” Her voice, her breathing, her movements, everything seemed to take on a sense of urgency she couldn't control.

She could see his eyes glued to her fingers and hear his rabid breathing. Oh Merlin, she wanted to watch him come. Who would have guessed watching your lover masturbate would be so erotic? His hair was shaggy, plastered with sweat across his brow. His eyes looked hungry and desperate, his tenuous control on the verge of collapse. It was too much to watch. She fell back, sliding her other hand down to graze her clit as she heard his voice. “Come for me, Hermione. You're so fucking sexy. Be a good love and come for me. I need to hear you.”

And suddenly it was her tenuous control that was snapping. Her voice was calling out his name and her hips were bucking against her hand. She felt her body clenching around her fingers and a pure sense of ecstasy coursed throughout every fiber of her body.

When she felt her body begin to relax, she slowly opened her eyes and sought his gaze. He was leaning back in the chair now, hand to thigh, erection gone, and his voice was like a low purr. “Did that satisfy the exhibition/voyeurism portion of your list?”

List? She lazily propped herself back up on her elbows and then pulled herself into a sitting position. “My list?”

He sat forward with a sheepish grin. “Page 32...you titled it, ‘Possible ideas and kinks to try out’.” He watched as she blushed...another reminder that he had read her words carefully...even memorized some of them apparently.

Her heart had finally slowed after her orgasm and she felt its beat steadily increasing again. “Do you intend to explore all the ideas in my notes?” Oh Merlin, her voice sounded like a high-pitched squeak again.

Sirius stood up from his chair and walked over to stand between her legs. For the first time since she re-entered the room, he tilted her chin upward and met her lips with his. In that moment she knew Sirius Black was going to be her addiction; he was going to be her drug of choice; he was going to be trouble. Hell, he was already trouble. Sirius Black should be illegal.

“I thought we would use them as a guideline, so-to-speak. I'd rather we not have lists and schedules...we should take this slowly and see where it takes us.” His lips were still hovering over hers and she could feel his breath on her own as he spoke.

“Slow?” Hmm...slow could be good, erotic even. Other adjectives seemed fitting too, like fast, frantic, desperate, electric, and passionate . But slow could be good too.

“Yes, slow.” He smiled against her lips and pulled back to brush her hair behind her ear. He left out how he wasn't sure he could let her go after this. He had wanted her for ages and now that she was within reach he wanted to make sure she would stay. If he had to slowly and thoroughly seduce her until her mind was so dazed and hazy that she couldn't imagine life, or sex, or love without him ever again...then that's exactly what he would do.

“Sirius?”

“Hmm?”

“How did you get out of those ropes?”

She watched his serious face break into a mischievous grin as he chuckled. “I believe your spell left me a way out. All I had to do was say 'no' and all the spells you cast ended.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. When she had found the bondage spells in the library, she altered them to include the modified silencing spells as well. The safe word 'no' must have ended them all. “Are you really angry with me for leaving you tied up like that?”

His face took on a pensive look, as though he was battling himself over how to answer her. “I'm not angry, but...I don't like being restrained like that...with my control, my freedom taken away from me.” He gave her a searching look before continuing. She looked immediately apologetic, ready to step in with assurances and apologies but he wasn't sure if he had expressed himself clearly. “Wait, Hermione I...I don't really know how to explain it. I was mad that I was left alone, restrained, with no idea when you would return, and unaware at first that I was able to free myself. But I'm not mad anymore because you did give me the ability...I guess I just... I would prefer to be the one in control in the future. ”

“Okay,” she answered immediately. “I think that would be best too if it makes you more comfortable. I think I might prefer it actually, but it was kind of fun calling the shots for a change. Did you like any of it?” She suddenly looked so small and self-conscious. He was beginning to feel like an ass.

“I did, very much, as I'm sure you could tell at the time.” He watched her smile slightly at the memory and brought his hand back to cup the side of her face. “I trust you, Hermione. I just need...time...and even then after everything, I'm not sure I will ever be fully comfortable being restrained. I didn't even realize it would upset me until it happened. I think if we continue with your list we might discover more issues that we may not know about yet.”

“If? Are you having second thoughts already?” His hand was still firm against her cheek, never wavering.

“I only meant, if you wish to continue.” Suddenly, he looked like the self-conscious one and she smiled softly, leaning her head to the side and nuzzling his hand gently.

“I'm more excited than ever.” She watched as he smiled. “Especially if we agree to keep talking about any issues we have. I think that was a big problem for me in previous sexual relationships, too many things went unsaid, desires and feelings shoved aside. I trust you too, Sirius. I want this.”

His smile grew as she spoke, and for a minute he just stood staring into her eyes, memorizing this exact moment. “I want this too, Hermione. And while we are on the subject of discussing issues, I think you still owe me something from earlier. I feel a bit cheated actually.”

“Cheated? What did I do?”

“You gave me a wonderful, mind-blowing orgasm, and then left. No kiss, no snuggle, no nothing. I'm afraid I don't like feeling used and abandoned.” She began to giggle softly at his exaggerated pout. “I have needs, Love. You only took care of the carnal one.”

He pushed her gently back onto the bed and crawled up to lay beside her. She was still giggling as she embraced him. Sirius Black was used to making girls fall head-over-heels for him, and for once he found one he wasn't going to ever let go of.

A/N: I sprained my wrist so I won't be able to update until next week probably. I can still write on paper, but typing one-handed is too slow to bother with. Many thanks to my Beta, Alexis Rose.