From the Past

His lips were warm, undemanding, but the passion in his touch was undeniable. There was so much tenderness in his caress, in that soft, rumbling moan, that it brought tears to her eyes. This man was a puzzle and she only had half a clue as to the finished picture.

Arrogant, presumptuous, and childish… Then sensitive, attentive, and honestly caring. Back at the school he had picked up on her thoughts almost before she was even sure how she felt, and though he seemed to have more hands then an octopus he was yet to grope or touch her in any way that repulsed or made her feel uneasy, unlike quite a few other men she had dated.

It had been a day and a bit since he arrived and Hermione already fancied him more then any man she had ever met. That knowledge both scared and excited her to no end.

His kiss became more desperate and together they shifted so that she was laying with her head on the pillow and his weight crushed her deliciously into the soft mattress and the quiet creaking of the springs sent hot shivers down her spine.

"Black…" she mewed and unconsciously parted her thighs, sighing and arching her back when he slipped his own muscular thigh between them.

"Merlin, Butterfly," he rasped against her lips, sucking and nipping as his mouth travelled over her face and down her throat. "You feel so good, taste so sweet."

She shivered under his assault and ran her fingers up his broad back and down his sides, loving the feel of his taunt muscles flexing under her touch. The way he growled and moaned against her, she had never been with a man who was so responsive to her touch, it was empowering to know she had such a strong affect on him, and her own body responded in kind.

With a wicked grin, Hermione pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Leaning down to kiss his lips again, then again. "Well Mr Black," she purred. "I don't think you realize how much trouble you're in, right now, or danger for that matter, but then I do believe they are your middle names. So you'll be no stranger to either."

He chuckled and sat up, grinning widely at her and pulling her supple body more firmly onto his lap, groaning softly as her heated core ground against his trapped hardness. "Are you always this funny? Or am I just the lucky one who gets to hear all your uproarious - side-splitting - hilarious…" His kiss punctuated words were cut off by a sharp tug at the back of his hair.

"Why is it that purebloods and irony go so well together?"

"Just a little more of that luck, I guess."

Their joined laughter quickly became more deep moans as Sirius pulled her face down for another kiss. His long fingers deftly pulled her blouse out of her skirt and Hermione shivered as the rough pads of his fingers travelled over the heated flesh of her waist, up her sides till his large hands cupped her breasts. How many times had she dreamt of him touching her this way?

Black pulled back slightly and flicked his tongue sensually over Hermione's bottom lip. "So what happened to - this - complicating things? Aren't you worried about the old man remembering?"

Hermione chuckled, a sliver of bitterness sliding up her spine. "After this afternoon, I don't care what that insensitive jerk thinks," she growled kissing him more forcefully, practically ripping his tie from the collar of his shirt. "I am so tired of being the good girl, the reliable one. He only ever sees me when he needs something. I'll never be anything in his eyes but an adolescent bookworm, a doormat."

Black groaned, his hands molding and worshiping her breasts and the flesh of her waist as his mouth worked passionately under hers. But after another moment he pulled back again and looked seriously into her desire filled eyes.

"Mia," he murmured, grinning against her mouth as she kissed him again.

"Hmm?" she replied, sucking sensually on his plump lower lip.

"Mia - We should stop…" Her mouth cut off his words, but she was quick to pull back.

"What?" She gasped, looking down at the flushed marauder. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No!" he said, pulling her down to kiss her again. "Butterfly, you're perfect, incredible. You have no idea how much I want this…"

"I'm sensing a, but," Hermione said. "And here I was thinking you were a legs man…" The look on his face was priceless and she couldn't prevent the loud snort of laughter that bubbled up in her throat.

Black laughed with her after a moment and interlinked his fingers behind her back, seeming quite content with her straddling his lap. He shook his head and kissed her jaw, smiling so broadly that Hermione's heart flipped. Damn he was handsome, his face seemed to shine when he smiled, eyes glinting and teeth flashing.

"You are something else, Butterfly." he murmured. "I can't remember the last woman I liked as much as I like you."

He pursed his lips and rested his head against her shoulder, sighing when she ran her fingers through his long black hair. "I don't want you to regret this," he said, kissing a warm trail up her throat. "And if we do this, now, I think you will. You're angry with me… Older me, and I think you want to be with me, in order to spite him. A valid excuse and one I wouldn't have a problem with if you were just some bird. But you're not."

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. Black was right, she hadn't set out to spite Sirius, but the fact that she found the idea of doing something that would royally tick Sirius off, just as exciting as being with Black showed the truth.

"What?" Black said, grinning widely. "You're looking at me as though I have two heads."

"I think you do," Hermione replied. "When the hell did you get so bloody moral."

"Ooh, curse words." Black cooed playfully. "Couple more and you'll be able to join the navy."

She slapped his arm and they were both laughing when she lowered her mouth again, the kiss deepening almost immediately. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her roughly against the hardness straining in his pants. Hermione's hands drifted down his arms and back up to cup his face as she caressed her tongue sensually over his.

"Do you really want to stop, Mister Black?" She murmured against his lips, grinding her lower body against his.

Black sighed and rested his forehead against hers, "I don't want to, I really don't want to."

"But we should," she said softly and pulled away. "You're right of course."

Black smirked. "Of course."

They stood together and adjusted their clothing, Black taming her hair again before giving her a firm shove towards the door. Once out, Hermione shut the door behind them and couldn't resist one more cheeky grin at Black.

"Ah hell, one more for the cheap seats," he said with a grin and shoved her against the door, gripping her thighs and lifting her effortlessly, groaning when she wrapped her legs around his waist. But the sound of the floo broke them apart, followed by loud voices that signaled the arrival of her other roommates.

Hermione entered the parlour first, and rolled her eyes when Black sauntered in soon after, his patented smug smirk firmly in place. But her amusement didn't last as at that moment Sirius stepped into sight, sporting a swollen and split lip, a black eye and a bruised cheek.

"Oh, Merlin, Sirius," Hermione cried and ran to his side, helping him into the closest chair and sitting next to him. "Black, will you get my medi-box?" When the younger nodded and ran back the way he had come, Hermione turned back to Sirius.

It didn't take a brain surgeon to see what happened. Harry was massaging a bruised fist and Remus was looking both angry and guilty.

She could never stay mad at Remus so the witch quickly turned her temper on Harry. "Is this how we solve our problems now?" she scolded, hands on hips, turning to glare at Sirius. "Hey, lets not talk or try to work it out, lets just beat the crap out of each other."

"What Sirius said to you was straight out hurtful and nasty," Harry raged back. "You're my best friend, how can you expect me to just stand by and do nothing?"

Hermione laughed bitterly. "You had no problem standing by when…" she cut her words and turned away from his suddenly wide eyes.

She had almost broken the unspoken vow to never pull Harry into the middle of her split with Ron. She was shocked by how hurt she still was, not by Ron, to be honest she was relieved to not have to be the first to call it quits, but she was hurt that Harry had known that Ron was betraying her and hadn't said a word. She had never tried to make him choose sides but it stung to realize that he hadn't been on hers.

She exhaled slowly and took the box from Black, who had returned quickly, with a warm smile. "Um, why don't you three go and see what we have for dinner." And she shook her head indulgently when all three practically ran from the room. Turning back to Sirius she spoke softly as she sat, noticing that he was yet to look at her. "Let's get you patched up, hmm?"

On the small table next to the sofa, Hermione set up a bowl of magically warmed water, some cloths, and various potions to help heal his injuries faster. "Now, does you're head hurt, honey?" she said softly.

Sirius nodded, still averting his gaze.

"Here, drink this," she held out a small flask of purple potion which he took and swallowed with a revolted shudder, but with a blink and another he seemed to look relieved, so she decided that the potion had worked.

She worked silently, unable to hold back the wave of tenderness that swept through her as she gently cleaned and soothed his split lip. Then she held another potion saturated cloth to his swollen mouth and had him hold it in place while she moved onto his bruised cheek.

"There you go, all better," Hermione soothed as she inspected his face, which was now back to normal and as handsome as ever. "Does anything else hurt?"

Sirius shook his head and after another moment flicked a tentative look at her, but was quick to downcast his gaze again. "Th - Thank you," he mumbled.

"You're welcome, Sirius," she said and muffling a sigh she got to her feet and turned to go.

"Mione." She heard his voice behind her.

"Don't," she said simply, finally turning to face him. "I get it, you can't grow up with a circle of male friends and not learn the 101. You were riled up and I caught the brunt of it."

"That doesn't make it acceptable," he returned, his voice strained and his gaze seeming to bore into her soul.

"No, it doesn't," she said and drew a calming breath, her heart was beating way too hard, and did he have to look at her like that? "I'll help you get Black back to his own time, then I'm going to move out."

"Mione, no," he rasped and stood up, cringing when she backed away as he approached. "Please don't leave."

She backed up again when he reached his hand out towards her. "Don't worry, You know I would never just desert Harry. If you need help again I'll always make time."

"That's not what I meant."

"It doesn't matter," Hermione said her voice shaking as she forced herself to look into his stormy blue eyes. The same eyes she had fallen in love with, the same eyes that had broken her heart with just a few cruelly chosen words.

"I can't stay here. Knowing how you feel about me." His sudden indrawn breath fuelled her words, of course he had never meant for her to find out just how immature and childish he found her feelings for him. "I'm sorry that my tragically adolescent feelings have been such an inconvenience." she finished, unable to hold back the note of bitterness in her words.

It was much later that Black woke in darkness. He blinked at the thin sliver of light as his door was opened and then closed behind whoever had entered.

Acting instinctively, he reached under his pillow and pulled his wand. "Reveal yourself." His voice left no room for argument and he got none when Hermione stepped into the moonlight.

She seemed to shimmer in the milky light and he swallowed hard as his gaze roved over her oversized white button-up shirt. Her long legs were bare and from the way her breasts gently pushed against the front he could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Butterfly? What are you doing?"

"I wanted to ask you a question." She breathed and for a moment he wondered if she was even real.

"What?" He sat up and pulled his sheet more tightly around his bare hips and he didn't miss the way her gaze dropped to his chest.

"What would you have done?" She averted her eyes for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "If I'd given you directions to my room; instead of Ron's?"

"Mia, babe that was a long time ago."

She giggled, "It was last night." Nipping at her bottom lip her eyes drifted over his barely covered body again. "And you had already undone your belt."

With a grunt he reached up and pulled her down onto the bed with him, rolling so she was on her back. He smiled down at her, loving the way she smiled back. There was something so wonderful about this woman.

"So you want to know what I was going to do with your perfect," he slid two fingers down her soft cheek, down her throat, "tight," he dragged his thumb over her hardened nipple, "little body?"

Raising one knee she curled her leg around his. "Are you naked under this sheet?" Her gaze dropped to where it covered his hips again and her eyes widened when something moved and elongated under her curious appraisal.

"Oh you are a bad girl."

"I want to be your bad girl." She whispered and smoothed one long-fingered hand up and over his shoulder.

"Ah hell." Black managed moments before he lowered his mouth to hers, breathing her in before capturing her lips in a ravenous kiss.