A River of Dreams

Sirius lay awake in his bed for hours. He wasn’t sure why the vision of Hermione leaving with Malfoy wouldn’t get out of his head, but there it was…right before his eyes. He swatted at it with his hand, willing it to disappear…but it stuck. Cursing he flipped himself over and punched at his pillow.

“Dammit Sirius, get a grip” he grumbled right before burying his face in said pillow. He’d lived with the witch for bordering on 5 years now and suddenly SUDDENLY he couldn’t bear to be without her? “Hormones old man. You haven’t gone out to play in far too long” he told himself, voice muffled by layers of down and linen.

But the truth was he didn’t necessarily WANT to go out and play anymore. He was tired of chasing skirts and would rather be at home, snuggling. Sirius laughed silently at himself, shoulders shaking against the bed. THE Sirius Black, nicker thief supreme, master of the lost art of cunnilingus and tried and true fuck-a-holic wanted to stick with a single bird and snuggle. The irony was too much. But if he were truly honest with himself, the anonymous shag here and there while briefly satisfying were more out of habit than lust now. And his hand just wasn’t keeping him company like it used to. So now what? Logically speaking, he was aching for Hermione because she was the only female in the sausage factory. Not so logically speaking, he had no bloody clue why she suddenly looked so tantalizing.

A loud crash downstairs brought him bolt upright in bed, and he cursed under his breath. Last time he’d heard a commotion like that Harry had stumbled in and knocked a priceless antique off the mantle. Groaning, Sirius got out of bed and padded out into the hall, ignoring the fact that he was clad in nothing more than a pair of royal blue boxers.

What he saw however, gave him much pause. Blonde wig askew, makeup a bit smeared, dress disheveled and heels dangling in one hand Hermione stood half way up the stairs, one eye open and her mouth in a perfect round “o” as she stared at him. He furrowed his brow

“Hermione?” his sleep thickened voice pierced the otherwise silent corridor. She giggled slightly and then tipped forward, just barely catching herself with her other hand on the stairs above her.

“Oh my…I think I’m pissed” she twittered, laughter coming a little harder. Sirius darted to her side, linking one arm around her waist and pulling hers over his shoulder.

“C’mon now love, to bed with you” he said roughly, ignoring the perfect view of her breasts her dress was allowing him. She laughed again and then sagged against his side allowing him to lead her upwards. Sirius half led, half dragged the stumbling woman to her room before using his foot to push her door inwards.

“Ooooooh, what a strong manly man you are” Hermione murmured against his ear. He suppressed the shiver that ran down his spine at the feel of her breath on his neck. He could feel his groin start to stir to life despite his nonverbal protestations at his body. Her soft curves under his hand did nothing to abate the flames that were starting to grow and it was with great relief that he deposited her firmly on her queen sized bed.

She pouted up at him and pulled her wig the rest of the way off her head, “Sirius” she began, a slight whine in her voice. He ran a hand raggedly down his face, feeling light stubble under his fingers. He desperately wanted to be a gentleman.

“Hermione” he said softly, smiling a bit tightly, “Go to sleep love” She pouted a little deeper and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards her.

“Sleep with me” There was no coyness to her words, just an open proposition. He hesitated, pulling back briefly, “Sleep with me or I’ll wake up Remus with my singing” she said, a naughty gleam shining in her eyes. Sirius groaned inwardly

“OK sweet, I’ll sleep with you. But all we’re doing is sleeping” he warned in a low growl. She grinned at him, tugging him onto the bed with her.

“Good boy” she said in the same breathy voice she’d used next to his ear earlier and he fought the whine that rose in the back of his throat. She lay down invitingly on the bed and reached for him. Sighing he scooted up next to her, firmly grabbing her waist and spooning her in front of him avoiding contact of her bottom with his groin region. Winding his left arm over her waist he entwined their fingers and whispered

“Sleep now Hermione” but found it unnecessary. The witch was already breathing deeply, regularly. He smiled a bit ruefully and placed a kiss on the top of her hair before tucking her head under his chin before being lulled into sleep by her warm body.

The dream pulled at him like a drug. She was there, tucked against him, warm and willing. Her bottom pressed invitingly against his groin and she mewled softly as his lips traced a line from the sensitive spot behind her ear to the electric spot at the junction of her neck and shoulder. He growled between kisses, licking and nibbling at her skin, unable to taste enough of her to satisfy. She gasped, arching against him as he nipped her neck sharply.

His hand, the one that had twined around her middle and joined with her fingers, began its slow ascent upwards teasing the naked skin it came in contact with. Small intricate patterns were woven across willing flesh, and her wanton moans drove him onwards. At the same moment his fingers made contact with the curve of her breast his mouth claimed hers and they groaned in unison in the fire it ignited. No longer slow and languid, he ravished her lips, licking at them to allow his tongue entrance. He swallowed her sharp gasp as he palmed her breast in his hand, the rosy nipple pressed intimately against his calloused hands. Expertly he stroked, teasing her soft skin before rolling the tightened bud between his fingertips.

Unable to stop himself, he used his other hand to push his boxers down, and lift her skirt up, pushing her knickers aside. “Hermione” he breathed against her lips and she whispered “Please Sirius”

The head of his cock teased her entrance and he whined a little at how wet she was. “Please” came the whispered plea again, and with a groan he pressed upwards and sheathed himself in her tight heat.

The moan that erupted from Hermione’s throat caused reality to come crashing down around Sirius. His eyes flew open as he realized he was, indeed, buried to the hilt within Hermione’s pussy. Still in the same position they had fallen asleep in, she was spooned against him, head leaning back against his shoulder. Freezing he looked down at her, noticing her normally warm hazel eyes had darkened to almost black brown and she was staring straight at him.

“Please Sirius” she whimpered “Please don’t stop”

A whimper pushed past his own lips and he closed his eyes, dropping his forehead to her head. It was wrong. He knew it. But it felt so damn good. Groaning he pulled back a little and thrust forward again. Her own warm whine caused new shivers to run down his spine and he set a slow pace, languidly stroking her with his erection.

“Gods Hermione…so…oh gods…so good” the words flowed out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“Sirius” she breathed, “I need…”

With a growl he thrust harder, faster and reached his hand down away from her breast towards her tangled curls. Their hard, breathy moans filled the room and he began stroking her clit in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Love…I want…I can’t…” he grunted, his lower groin tightening as he felt his release approaching quickly. She grabbed his face in her free hand, pulling his lips to hers in a bruising kiss.

“Come Sirius. Come for me” it was a demand, and with a tweak to her clit he shuddered hard dragging her over the edge with him. Her keening wail drove him to thrust into her hard, once, twice, three times as he emptied himself into her pulsing walls.

Panting the two remained entwined together, regaining their sense of reality. Sirius brushed her hair out of her face and gently kissed her forehead.

“Perfect” came her breathy whisper, and she smiled tenderly up at him.