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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Sirius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
9,483
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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HP and everyone he knows doesn't belong to me. I make no money from this story. Bummer.
Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Hermione lay back against the bike and waited. She had left the bedroom with a plan. It was a rather straightforward plan as far as plans went, but it was hers and she was going to stick to it. She took a quick shower and hurried along over to the motorcycle. Smiling as she pulled out a bottle of massage oil, she deposited it to the side on the workbench making sure it was still in sight and draped herself over the bike. It wouldn’t take long she wagered for Sirius to get up and come looking for her. Well, that was what she hoped at any rate.
A few minutes later the hairs on her body stood on end as Sirius Black came strolling over to where she was lying. His hand slid past her robe, cupping her breast and kneaded it gently.
“Hmm, how did you know I wanted to polish my bike?” he hummed, pushing the robe completely off of her.
“Just a lucky guess,” she whispered, sitting up. “And while you’re giving your bike a hard polish, perhaps you could show me exactly how one can fu…”
“Oh my gods!” Ginny screamed in the doorway of the garage. “What are you doing? Can’t you leave the poor man alone?”
Sirius wrapped up Hermione, caressing her face as he kissed her temple. “Hold on, angel, I need to take care of her this time.” He turned and faced her, his face a mask of fury as he did so. “Miss Weasley, it has become painfully clear that you are something of a troublemaker. A rather obtuse one at that I might add so I will make my next words very clear—I want you out of my house. If you are not out of my house in the next twenty minutes, I will throw you out so hard your ass will leave markings on the sidewalk.” He grabbed her arm, jerking her so hard that Ginny screamed. “Am I understood?”
“We’ll see what Harry has to say about that!” she snapped arrogantly, this time looking over to Hermione who came over to stand next to Hermione. “He’ll toss you both on your arses for this, just you see!”
***
Harry looked over from Sirius straight over to Ginny and said, “You heard the man, get packed and leave.”
“What? This house is yours! You don’t have…”
“Ginny, this is his house,” Harry told her. “Remember? He gave it to me in his will. It’s a Black estate. He wanted me to have this place, but now that it’s clear that he isn’t dead…”
“You bastard! Can’t you support me in anything?” she raged.
“You’re a capable young lady,” Harry stated sternly. “Support yourself for a change.”
When she tried to slap him, he grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back and walked her to the stairs as he said, “If I were you, I would spend less time arguing and more time packing. You only have ten more minutes left to grab everything you have packed. So get to work.” And proceeded to shove her not too gently in the direction of the stairs. He looked over to Sirius who was holding Hermione and whispering something to her.
“I’m going to lay down,” she murmured, squeezing Sirius’s hand. “Come on up when you’re done with this business.” Sirius watched as she rushed up the stairs.
“I could beat that girl for making my angel doubt herself,” Sirius muttered. “When it comes to her mind and how intelligent she is, she hasn’t a doubt in the world. But when it comes to her sensuality?” He sighed heavily.
“That is another story. Even with the encouragement I’ve been giving she has doubts. And now Ginny caught her in the middle of doing a damn good job of seducing yours truly, I have a feeling that Hermione won’t try again. Which I tell you is a damn shame as she is one hot bird when she gets going.”
“She’s like my sister,” he said casually.
“That’s a good thing,” Sirius replied. “I would hate to have to kill you.”
It wasn’t until later that Harry realized that his godfather had spoken the truth when he had threatened his life. But pushed it aside when he thought he would do much the same in regards to Remus.
“I can take care of getting rid of Ginny,” Harry told him.
Sirius smiled broadly as he patted his shoulder and raced up the stairs to his mate. When he get into the room, he stopped and gapped at Hermione in shock as she was standing in front of the closet mirror in one of the naughtiest school uniforms he had ever seen. The white blouse cut off at the bottom curve of her breasts, showing off the tender curve of them below as well at the deep plunge in front. Her strong abdomen was shown off as well as the small slope of her belly, which had him swallowing thickly. The skirt left next to nothing to the imagination as he saw that it was cut off to just above her crotch. This showed off her white g-string to perfection, he thought. About the only modest thing about the outfit were the knee-high socks. This was lost the minute he saw the four-inch Mary Jane platform heels she was wearing.
“Someone has been a naughty girl,” he said hoarsely going over to her. “Oh baby, where did you get this outfit?”
“I transfigured it,” she murmured. “I saw it in a catalogue and thought you might like it.”
“I could care less about the outfit,” he told her, slipping his arms around her kissing her lips gently. “It’s the woman in it that has my breathing labored and my body hard.” His hand slipped down to her ass, squeezing one firm globe just so.
“I just don’t want you to get bored with me,” she whispered, even as she shimmied against him in voluntarily.
“Never will I be that,” he assured her. “What did I tell you?”
“I’m your mate,” she breathed.
“Yes, and I am very much yours as well, my minx,” he said as he looked down at her breasts. “Gods, woman! Just when I thought they couldn’t look any better!” He proceeded to yell, “I’m going in!” And buried his face in her cleavage even as she was giggling.
Hermione lay back against the bike and waited. She had left the bedroom with a plan. It was a rather straightforward plan as far as plans went, but it was hers and she was going to stick to it. She took a quick shower and hurried along over to the motorcycle. Smiling as she pulled out a bottle of massage oil, she deposited it to the side on the workbench making sure it was still in sight and draped herself over the bike. It wouldn’t take long she wagered for Sirius to get up and come looking for her. Well, that was what she hoped at any rate.
A few minutes later the hairs on her body stood on end as Sirius Black came strolling over to where she was lying. His hand slid past her robe, cupping her breast and kneaded it gently.
“Hmm, how did you know I wanted to polish my bike?” he hummed, pushing the robe completely off of her.
“Just a lucky guess,” she whispered, sitting up. “And while you’re giving your bike a hard polish, perhaps you could show me exactly how one can fu…”
“Oh my gods!” Ginny screamed in the doorway of the garage. “What are you doing? Can’t you leave the poor man alone?”
Sirius wrapped up Hermione, caressing her face as he kissed her temple. “Hold on, angel, I need to take care of her this time.” He turned and faced her, his face a mask of fury as he did so. “Miss Weasley, it has become painfully clear that you are something of a troublemaker. A rather obtuse one at that I might add so I will make my next words very clear—I want you out of my house. If you are not out of my house in the next twenty minutes, I will throw you out so hard your ass will leave markings on the sidewalk.” He grabbed her arm, jerking her so hard that Ginny screamed. “Am I understood?”
“We’ll see what Harry has to say about that!” she snapped arrogantly, this time looking over to Hermione who came over to stand next to Hermione. “He’ll toss you both on your arses for this, just you see!”
***
Harry looked over from Sirius straight over to Ginny and said, “You heard the man, get packed and leave.”
“What? This house is yours! You don’t have…”
“Ginny, this is his house,” Harry told her. “Remember? He gave it to me in his will. It’s a Black estate. He wanted me to have this place, but now that it’s clear that he isn’t dead…”
“You bastard! Can’t you support me in anything?” she raged.
“You’re a capable young lady,” Harry stated sternly. “Support yourself for a change.”
When she tried to slap him, he grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back and walked her to the stairs as he said, “If I were you, I would spend less time arguing and more time packing. You only have ten more minutes left to grab everything you have packed. So get to work.” And proceeded to shove her not too gently in the direction of the stairs. He looked over to Sirius who was holding Hermione and whispering something to her.
“I’m going to lay down,” she murmured, squeezing Sirius’s hand. “Come on up when you’re done with this business.” Sirius watched as she rushed up the stairs.
“I could beat that girl for making my angel doubt herself,” Sirius muttered. “When it comes to her mind and how intelligent she is, she hasn’t a doubt in the world. But when it comes to her sensuality?” He sighed heavily.
“That is another story. Even with the encouragement I’ve been giving she has doubts. And now Ginny caught her in the middle of doing a damn good job of seducing yours truly, I have a feeling that Hermione won’t try again. Which I tell you is a damn shame as she is one hot bird when she gets going.”
“She’s like my sister,” he said casually.
“That’s a good thing,” Sirius replied. “I would hate to have to kill you.”
It wasn’t until later that Harry realized that his godfather had spoken the truth when he had threatened his life. But pushed it aside when he thought he would do much the same in regards to Remus.
“I can take care of getting rid of Ginny,” Harry told him.
Sirius smiled broadly as he patted his shoulder and raced up the stairs to his mate. When he get into the room, he stopped and gapped at Hermione in shock as she was standing in front of the closet mirror in one of the naughtiest school uniforms he had ever seen. The white blouse cut off at the bottom curve of her breasts, showing off the tender curve of them below as well at the deep plunge in front. Her strong abdomen was shown off as well as the small slope of her belly, which had him swallowing thickly. The skirt left next to nothing to the imagination as he saw that it was cut off to just above her crotch. This showed off her white g-string to perfection, he thought. About the only modest thing about the outfit were the knee-high socks. This was lost the minute he saw the four-inch Mary Jane platform heels she was wearing.
“Someone has been a naughty girl,” he said hoarsely going over to her. “Oh baby, where did you get this outfit?”
“I transfigured it,” she murmured. “I saw it in a catalogue and thought you might like it.”
“I could care less about the outfit,” he told her, slipping his arms around her kissing her lips gently. “It’s the woman in it that has my breathing labored and my body hard.” His hand slipped down to her ass, squeezing one firm globe just so.
“I just don’t want you to get bored with me,” she whispered, even as she shimmied against him in voluntarily.
“Never will I be that,” he assured her. “What did I tell you?”
“I’m your mate,” she breathed.
“Yes, and I am very much yours as well, my minx,” he said as he looked down at her breasts. “Gods, woman! Just when I thought they couldn’t look any better!” He proceeded to yell, “I’m going in!” And buried his face in her cleavage even as she was giggling.