Hermione's Final Year

Title: Hermione’s Final Year
Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: Say it with me…I don’t own it, just being naughty.
Rating: N17
AN: Thanks MistressMalfoy for being available for me to bug when I needed a sexy word or two lol ;)
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Hermione was laying on her bed and reading the chapter on Wolfsbane Potion from her Advanced Potions textbook. They didn’t have to make a decision on their final 7th year project yet, but she had already decided what she wanted to do, and it would take a whole lot more research before she was ready to start. She nibbled a corner of her lower lip, she would have to speak to Professor Snape first since it was to be in Potions…Hmm and Remus as well.

Thoughts of Remus brought her mind back to Sirius. Hermione had been trying her hardest not to think about him. She felt her eyes prick as she remembered the coldness in his gaze. Hadn’t she learnt anything about Sirius? In the years that she’d lived with him and Harry in the Ancient House of Black she had learned how callous he could be to a past conquest.

“No, that’s not fair. He was cold and callous because she was stalking him, not because he wanted to hurt her.” Hermione spoke to herself. “Is that what he thinks I’m doing? How can he? It only happened yesterday and I haven’t acted any different towards him.”

She stood up and started to pace. Damn he was confusing.

“I have to talk to him.”

Hermione cringed at her words. Not wanting to see that cold dislike in his eyes, she had gone out of her way to avoid him. She remembered just before dinner started she had been talking to Remus…

“So this morning you said something about Draco blackmailing you into this dare game?” Remus met her eyes and held them, his own serious and concerned. “Is this something you need to inform a Professor or Dumbledore about?”

Hermione laughed and shook her head. “No, it’s nothing really bad, just embarrassing.” At her professor’s raised brow she elaborated, “He knows certain details about an event that happened…Involving me…And Blaise Zabini.” She cringed as Remus’ eyes widened and his cheeks turned a light shade of red. “The deal was I play and Draco never tells me what he knows.”

“Never tells you? I don’t understand, what difference does it make if he tells you?” Remus tipped his head to the side in confusion.

“Well,” Hermione shrugged and leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Knowing he knows such details about me is icky enough to make me cringe. This way I can keep up my little wall of denial concerning Draco’s lack of ignorance.”

Remus’ face broke into a wide grin and his eyes seemed to be filled with so many emotions that she couldn’t quite grasp them all. But the main ones were affection and amusement and Hermione felt her heart lift at what she saw.

For a moment she glanced over his shoulder and her stomach filled with butterflies. Sirius was walking towards them, his face blank. Sure that he wanted to speak to Remus and not wanting to hear him dismissing her again, Hermione excused herself quickly and all but ran from the Great hall.


A knock at her door brought her out of her thoughts and she quickly pulled her sheer burgundy robe over the little gold t-shirt and panties she’d been wearing. Expecting Harry or Ginny come to make sure she was feeling better after skipping dinner, she opened the door with a wide grin. But it faulted when her doorway appeared to be filled by the tall, muscular form of Sirius Black.

A shuddering breath left her as Hermione let her eyes drift over the man, from whom she’d been hiding. He wore a pair of tight black leather pants and a white t-shirt. His long black robe hung open to his heavy, black boots. As her yes raised again to his she noticed that he was assessing her in a similar matter and felt her cheeks flush.

“Can I come in?” His eyes were still guarded but he managed to give her a slight smile.

Hermione stepped back. “Please.” She inwardly swore at the slight break in voice as she uttered that single word.

Sirius stepped inside her large, self-contained Head-Girl room and immediately it seemed smaller. He took a moment to look around, obviously taking in the photos on her walls. She had pictures of Harry, the Weasley’s, her parents, and Sirius and Remus grinning and waving. He turned towards her far wall and stepped forward to observe that the wall was now covered by a huge bookshelf and completely stacked with books.

“Umm…” She attempted to regain his attention. “Can I make you some tea?”

He nodded and smirked a little, “You may.”

Hermione turned and moved towards her mini kitchenette. It was simple and mainly for snacks and tea. Suddenly something clicked over in her mind. Had Sirius just made a crack at her grammar? No. Hermione shook her head she must have imagined the smirk. Wishful thinking. Wanting him to be himself…By correcting her grammar?

“Still white and four right?” She said over her shoulder as she used her wand to heat the water.

She offered him a seat at her small desk and passed him his cup. His eyes seemed to burn into her as she took the chair across from him, and at length she raised her own to meet them. They drank in silence. Neither wanting to start.

Finally Hermione needed to talk. “Si…Professor Black, I’m sorry.” She met his slightly surprised eyes and let a smile touch her lips for a second. “You have every right to be mad at me. I was disrespectful in front of a fellow professor and considering this is your first year here…” She felt her eyes prick and blinked back. “It was incredibly insensitive of me. As your friend I should have realized that the last thing you needed was a disrespectful student.” She took a deep breath, relieved that she’d managed to get all that out without breaking down.

For a moment Sirius didn’t say anything. He took a sip and after another beat looked up at her. “Actually I came here to apologise to you.” he smirked. It was her turn to look surprised.

“Oh.” Was all she could say but Hermione couldn’t hold back her broad smile.

“I’m not…feeling myself today.” He took a breath and looked around the room again. “And I still feel, strange.”

Hermione reached across the table and took his left hand. She ran her thumb over his ring finger and noticed a new tattoo there. She didn’t recognize the symbol.

“I wish I could help. You’ll let me know if you need me right?” She had meant it to be friendly but the sudden darkening of his eyes and overtaking predatory gaze made her realize the implication.

Hermione felt a thrill shoot through her quickly heating body and she gave him a lopsided grin as she stood and walked slowly around the table towards him. Sirius’ eyes held hers the whole time. When she reached him he looked up at her then let his stare lower again over her loosely tied robe. She heard mutter something, his voice husky, then he reached out to touch her.

“He’s going to kill me. And this time the stag won’t save me.”

“What?” she was confused, but all thought left when his fingers gripped the tie, that held her robe together, and pulled.

Hermione’s burgundy robe fell open. A gasp left her lips as his large hand slid easily over her waist, taking in her little gold t-shirt and panties. She could hear his breathing become laboured and gave him a sly smile as she ran her hands over his loosely tied hair.

“The Gryffindor golden girl all the way, eh Miss Granger?” Sirius said and stood up so she had to tip her face up to meet his eyes.

“Would you expect anything less, professor?” Hermione purred as she felt him push her robe off her shoulders so it pooled at her feet, behind her.

Sirius suddenly laughed and shook his head. His fingers stroked through her long curly hair. “I never quite know what to expect from you, Miss Granger.” He looked at her for a long time then cupped her face between his strong hands. “Hermione.” He whispered as his mouth drew closer. He chanted this three more times before his mouth captured hers.

Something was wrong. But damn it, she couldn’t work it out, what with those masculine hands cupping her face and his lips playing that wicked game on hers. His tongue explored her mouth and he groaned and pulled her tighter against him when she caressed his with her own. His hand slid down her arm to her waist and his fingers fumbled slightly as they moved up underneath her shirt. Fumbled?

Too late to wonder…Sirius’ hand smoothed slowly up over the soft, sensitive flesh of her waist, stomach, and finally his hand found her breast. Hermione’s head fell back and she let out an audible sigh as his rough fingers found her erect nipple. After a moment her eyes flickered open to see him watching her intently.

For a moment she thought he was going to say something, but instead he raised her arms and pulled her t-shirt up and off and threw it to the floor with her robe. Sirius’ arms snaked around her waist and pulled her against his hard muscular form. He tipped her back and leaned down to take one of her perfect breasts into his mouth, sucking hard and growling in response to her delighted moans.

Sirius bent slightly, gripped her beneath her knees and lifted her easily into his arms. Hermione wound her arms around his neck and giggled as he carried her towards the bed.

“Oh Rhett, you’ll get a lady like me disgraced with such behaviour.” She whispered in his ear as she nibbled his sensitive lobe.

Sirius chuckled and lowered her gently down to her bed. “Frankly my dear, disgrace is too light a word for all the filthy things I plan to do with your delectable body, tonight.”

Another click in her head alerted her to something out of place…But she looked up at him and once again all thoughts were lost.

He stood completely still for a moment and took in the view of Hermione laying back on the black satin sheets. Her hair was spread out around her pretty face and her arms curled up above her head. She was quite a vision in flimsy gold panties. Her knees were bent and her feet slid smoothly over her silky sheets as she licked her lips and beckoned him closer.

Sirius knelt on the bed and noticed a copy of her potions book. He lifted it and read the front cover, then placed it carefully on her side table. Another click, but she pushed it away.

“Still studying at this hour? You are a determined little Gryffindor.” His eyes were teasing and his voice gruff and he slowly crawled closer.

Hermione was on her knees. She pulled him up to her and grinned into his desire filled eyes. “The search for knowledge is what I was built for, Professor.” She kissed his lips and sucked his bottom lip firmly, nipping just hard enough to make him gasp. “If I didn’t enjoy it, I’d be doing something wrong.”

Sirius’ wolfish grin was the only indication that he was listening. Hermione pulled his white shirt over his head and felt her blood pump a whole lot faster at the vision that was his chest and torso. He was broad and muscular with more then his fair share of scars from his time as an Auror and his years in Azkaban. She ran her fingers over his various tattoos. Some symbols she recognized, others were obviously secret protection marks.

Hermione ran a single finger down the center of his lightly hair covered chest till she reached his black happy-trail. With her fingers hooked into the top of his leather pants she pulled him closer and smirked up at him as his large hands cupped her firm buttocks and pulled her harder against his own pulsing need.

“Tell me you want me.” Her voice was small and she seemed to be using so much energy just to inhale his delicious masculine scent.

“Oh come now Hermione…” he looked as though he was going to say something else but thought better of it. Instead he took her hands and placed them on the painfully hard bulge in his pants. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel your hands on me Hermione.”

She deftly opened his pants and drew a quick breath as she watched his hardness spring free. So hard and long and thick. Hermione wrapped her fingers around his girth and began to pump him slowly as he gasped and groaned against her lips.

“How many times have I watched…ooh that’s it…Watched you walking down the halls and wanted to…Ooh…Ooh Hermione!”

He swore and pushed her roughly onto her back. Taking her hands he pulled them above her head and pinned them there.

“You really are a wicked little Gryffindor, aren’t you, Miss Granger?” His voice was gruff and his eyes were almost dangerous.

Not letting go of her hands he quickly pulled her panties down and threw them to the pile with the rest of her, and his clothes. He used his knee to part her thighs and lowered himself between them. His mouth was on hers again and his tongue thrust deep. His hands explored her soft yet firm body.

Hermione was in heaven, her head flying in the clouds and her body pulsing and trembling under his coarse, time and work weathered hands. She felt his hand on her thighs, kneading her slim hips, caressing the tender flesh of her waist, till he reached and cupped her full, firm breasts. She could feel his thick manhood at her entrance and thrust her hips upwards to meet it.

“Please…” Hermione rotated her hips and cried out softly as she felt the head of his shaft stroke over her singing nub.

Sirius needed no further persuading. With a deep and very sexy chuckle, he pushed himself inside her impossibly tight, wet body. Agonizingly slow was the only word that came to mind and Hermione pulled at the vicelike grip that still held her hands above her head. She wanted to grip that hot ass and force him deeper, to dig her nails into him and force him to go faster.

Sirius grinned wickedly and his eyes twinkled as though he knew exactly what she wanted to do. “Impatient aren’t we, Hermione?”

She arched her back and tightened her inner muscles around him. Her hands weren’t the only tool she had at her disposal and she enjoyed watching his eyes roll back as he discovered this fun fact for himself. With no further teasing, Sirius let go of her hands and dug his fingers into her hips, pulled her higher and gave her what she wanted.

His thrusts were fast and deep and hard enough that she would have bruises in the morning, but Hermione was past caring about such trifling things. This was what she had been craving since the train. Sirius’ long thick cock slamming into her moaning and shuddering body.

“Years…” he was muttering in her ear as he pounded harder. “Years of watching you show off your brilliant mind…Fuck…So tight…”

It was all Hermione could do to grip onto his strong shoulders and just arch and enjoy Her professor’s violent invasion. “Yes…Professor Yes…harder…I want all of you.”

Sirius complied with a loud grunt and a breathless cry as he felt his body draw near it’s climax. “I have been…” He shut his eyes tight to keep himself in control. “Dying to grab your perfect little, know-it-all body, throw you against the wall and fuck you till you’re screaming my name.”

Hermione felt his rough fingers stroke over the tight bundle of nerves just above where he filled her so completely. His gruff words, his stroking fingers, his thick, pumping cock all worked to ensnare her senses and before she was ready she felt herself pulled high and filled with blazing pleasure. Her body clamped down around him and she laughed through her delight as she felt him lose control in a barrage of deep, unruly thrusts and roar of his own completion.

Later, Snape woke and realized that he was still in the head girl’s room. He hated himself for what he’d done. If there had even been the slightest chance that he could have attracted her interest after she graduated, it would be dashed the second she found out about the swap. And she would. Snape held no illusion that she would not, in time put together the pieces and work out what had happened and how he had so disgustingly taken advantage of her ignorance of the situation.

He felt her stir beside him and looked down to see her smiling back at him.

“Hermione.” he said quietly and caressed the softness of her cheek. “Darling I need to te…”

She stroked a finger over his lips, silencing his words, then pulled him down for a deep kiss, and pushed him onto his back.

“You shouldn’t still be here, you know?” She purred against his mouth. “But I forgive you.” She gave him a sly grin then started kissing a hot wet trail down his body till her mouth found his quickly hardening cock.

“I should tell her…I should tell her…I should…Tell…” He thought but her mouth was so hot and her tongue felt like pure heaven as it assaulted his straining shaft. “Later…”

He never did get round to saying the words.

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Next morning Snape walked into the staffroom and greeted Remus with a broad grin, now getting quite used to being addressed as Sirius.

Sirius rushed over to him and quickly pulled him aside. “Did you see Mione?”

Snape sneered, “I did.” he answered, then under his breath, “All of her in fact.”

Sirius’ eyes were concerned, “And how was she?”

“Incredible.” Snape smirked at the other man. “And if I may say, she is at this moment very pleased with you.”

Sirius looked confused but seemed to brush it away. “I’ve made an appointment for us to see Dumbledore tonight, so we’ll tell him everything then.”

Snape nodded, “Wouldn’t be surprised if this is all his doing. This is just the kind of absurd bonding ploy he would pull.”

Sirius chuckled and nodded. “So, Mione’s really alright? You made peace with her right? And she’s not upset with me?”

It was Snape’s turn to be confused. It was slightly unnerving to see Sirius so concerned about any woman’s feelings towards him. “Miss Granger is fine, Black. Now if you don’t mind I am in need of some breakfast.”