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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Sirius smiled wanly, “I should have known that you’d have the whole thing worked out. You’ve never failed to come through for us.” He stroked a stray hair from her face. “Hermione…”

He never finished that sentence. A loud, rage filled voice rang out through the room and Snape’s body fell to the floor. Hermione looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing at the door, his face a mask of fury as he glared down at the unconscious man.

~*~*~

“Sirius!” Hermione screamed and ran to her lover’s side. She felt for a pulse and found it. “Oh thank god.” She breathed then glared up at Draco. “What the hell are you doing?! You attacked a teacher.”

“What am I doing?!” Draco yelled, his wand still pointed at the fallen man. “I’m saving your life, Granger.”

“Oh shit!” Hermione swore suddenly remembering why she had been looking for him earlier. “Draco, you need to listen to me…”

“There’s no time. We have to end this now, I won’t let him hurt anyone else.” Draco was shaking his head and trembling as he sneered down at Snape. “I have to do this…Avada…”

Hermione jumped to her feet and was in front of him in less then a second. Standing, arms outstretched between Draco and Snape’s body. “No! Draco stop. He’s not your father, Draco.”

Draco fell back, breathing hard. “Wha…? Merlin’s balls Hermione, I could have killed you.”

“Honey.” Hermione stepped towards him with her hands in view, “I swear I will explain everything, I’ve worked it out and it’s not what you think.” She took another step. “Please lower your wand.” Her voice trembled at this, which drew his attention to his still upheld wand.

“Sorry.” He mumbled and he was still breathing hard. “So, I just attacked a teacher? And he’s not a Deatheater?”

“No. I’m so sorry Draco, I tried to find you earlier but you were nowhere.” She took a deep breath. “This,” she pointed at the unconscious Snape, who had just groaned. “is Sirius Black. He and Professor Snape swapped bodies.”

Draco dropped into a sitting position on the floor and looked up at her. “Why? Who’s stupid bloody idea was that? And why the hell didn’t they tell anyone.”

“Because they’re stupid bloody idiots.” Hermione sat next to him and grinned at his shocked expression. “Sirius managed to land a woman with this weird and really rare curse. She was getting it on with him,” She lifted her brow suggestively, “But she was thinking about Professor Snape. Snape, Sirius, switched.”

Draco snorted, but before he could make the obvious joke, Snape’s body groaned.

“That’s a filthy lie.” Snape groaned and rolled over to squint at them. “I was romp-um Stomp-um that night. Mione, you know I love you sweetie, but you are totally wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong…OW! My head.” He fell back and grimaced.

“Wow, it really is Sirius.”

They both laughed and leaned against each other.

“Are you alright?” She asked and Draco smiled at her and nodded.

Snape groaned again and sat up slowly. “50 points from Slytherin for hexing a teacher.” He glared at Draco and his face darkened as he noticed the boy’s arm around Hermione. He clenched his teeth and climbed slowly to his feet.

Hermione watched then turned to Draco. “60 points for facing your fear and trying to save my life.”

Snape stumbled slightly to the side and glared at them both. “”I’m fine by the way.” He snapped, “Just in case you were wondering.”

Both Draco and Hermione rolled their eyes and stood to go help him.

“Come on Sirius, we’ll take you to Madam Pomfrey.” Hermione said as she took his arm and pulled it over her shoulders and Draco did the same with the man’s other arm.

“Sorry Professor.” Draco grinned and his eyes twinkled slightly which made Hermione’s lips twitch. “But I really thought you were going to hurt Granger.”

“It’s your own stupid fault anyway.” Hermione grumbled and grunted slightly under his weight. “If you had just gone to Dumbledore when you first found out that you’d swapped, you would be back to normal by now.”

Draco grunted as they led him out the door. “If you’d just kept it in your bloody pants for a night.”

“Ay!” Snape growled then groaned and stumbled again.

Hermione snorted, “Yeah that’s going to happen.” She let out a slightly bitter laugh and hoped that neither had picked up on it. “And why the hell do you guys always go straight for the ditzy blond?”

“Ooh,” Draco chuckled and stumbled, “Sore spot, Sweet Lips?”

“No.” Hermione answered a little too quickly.

“Ah, I remember!”

“Don’t Ferret boy, I’m not in the mood.”

“Well,” Draco grunted as they drew closer to the infirmary. “If it’s not too forward of me. I thought what Ron did was really dirty and bloody stupid. If I had to choose between you and that bimbo Lavender, you’d win hands down.”

Hermione stopped and almost dropped Snape’s arm. If he hadn’t yelped out she would have. “Really?” She said her voice higher then usual, but didn’t get an answer since at that moment Madam Pomfrey came barging out and found them struggling with the very unstable Professor.

~*~*~

Next morning Hermione gathered together the two potions needed to bring both Sirius and Professor Snape back to themselves, and made her way to the dungeon where she knew they would both be.

It had been a very strange and surprisingly smutty couple of days. Hermione giggled as she walked. She had never really considered herself promiscuous but there was just something about those two men that brought the vixen out in her. And boy had they.

She shook her head. No more then a year and a half ago Ron had cheated on her with Lavender Brown and they had broken up very publicly with him calling her a “Sexless Ice Queen.” And for a long time she was afraid that it was true. But after much thought and way too much crying she remembered her time with Victor Krum and the fact that had he been less of a gentleman she would have gladly submitted to any of his sexual requests. Ron just didn’t “do it” for her. And with that in mind she had patched up, well sort of, their friendship for the sake of Harry and her love of the Weasley Family.

Hermione was drawn out of her thoughts as she approached the door to the dungeon. She could hear voices inside and realized that they belonged to Sirius and Snape. She pushed the door open quietly.

“Snivilus you great Twat, you were supposed to apologise for being a bastard, not spend the night shagging the little vixen.” Snape ran his hand through his shoulder length hair and glared at…himself.

Sirius shrugged and stayed perched on his stool the dark cynical glint in his eyes revealing the real man beneath the body. “And I did, Black. Just as you said. Is it my fault that the delectable girl offered herself so…Wantonly.” he raised a single brow, amusement curling his full lips.

“She thought you were me! That’s paramount to rape you know.”

Sirius let out a bark of laughter and had to steady himself on the stool. “Oh Please you incompetent mutt, the silly whore was gagging for it, and you did say I could try it…”

Both their attention was drawn by an audible gasp that came from the door way. Sirius’ face was passive and almost bored as he looked at her and Snape was glaring at him but before either could take action Hermione stepped forward and handed them both a bottle of the potion she had made.

She was unable to make eye contact with either and was unsure of how she was still standing since she felt like the bottom had just fallen out of her chest.

With her voice as calm and reserved as she could managed she spoke quietly. “Drink these…um…and you should be back in your own bodies in about five minutes.” She took a deep shuddering breath. “You might want to sit down, it’s supposed to be disorientating at first.”

As she turned away she noticed that Sirius had a look of confusion on his face. “How do you know that this will work? How did you know about the swap?”

She looked at Snape, “Would you mind explaining it to him? I don’t want…um…to be late for breakfast.”

Snape’s voice paused her as she was about to leave, “Mione…” but she didn’t want to stay.

All she wanted was to get as far away from them as possible. She knew that it had been Snape saying those things but the words had come from Sirius’ mouth and she just wanted to get as far away as she could.

“I think, that being called a whore twice in so many days is my limit.” She said quietly. With that said she opened the door and left the room.

~*~*~

Sirius stood up and stretched his arms then inspected his long black hair. Everything was as it should have been, he was back in his own body. He looked up at Snape who was still perched on his stool and sitting very still.

“You know Snivilus,” Sirius started to speak as he opened his pants to make sure that everything was still there. “If that’s the way you treat the women who share their time with you, it’s no wonder you don’t get any tail.”

Snape was looking at the flask and turning it in his hands, his eyes were distant as though he were not looking at it but rather through it.

“Did you tell her last night?” He said, his voice hushed.

“Nope.” Sirius spared him a scathing look before going back to his inspection of himself. “She worked it all out herself. We’re talking about Hermione here.”

“When?”

“Well she already knew when she came to see me last night. I tried to be all dark and um…Snapey,” Sirius chuckled, “But she knew it was me and laughed like a mad woman. Little minx.”

Snape stood suddenly and threw his flask at the wall, taking a deep shuddering breath as it shattered, showering thin slivers of glass over the floor.

Sirius looked at him knowingly, “You know if you’d stayed to watch the whole show instead of storming out you’d have known that.”

The other man gritted his teeth. “I thought…I thought that she was laughing because…”

Sirius sat down beside Snape and for a moment wasn’t sure if he wanted to pat his rival’s shoulder or slug him. He chose the former and placed a hand on Snape’s shoulder.

“I’m going to go out and apologise to Hermione for making her feel like less then the amazing woman that she is.” Sirius said, “I can do that and I know that she will forgive me because she knows how much I care about her.”

Snape sniggered but said nothing.

“That isn’t the case with you. She thinks that you hate her and now she’s heard as much from your own mouth and worse” He groaned and stood up. “I don’t know why, Merlin knows you don’t deserve it. But she was really hurt by what you said about her, which means that she cares more about what you think of her then she lets on. And by the looks of that smashed flask you care more as well.”

Snape grunted in disgust, “What the hell would she want with a bitter old man like me anyway. Maybe it’s better this way.”

“For once Snivy-boy we are in complete agreement.” Sirius grinned maliciously and walked towards the door.

Snape swore and looked around for something to throw but finding nothing he settled on glaring at Sirius’ departing back.

“Wait, you never explained how this all happened in the first place.”

But Sirius was gone. Snape groaned as he heard what sounded like a chuckle coming from the hallway outside.

“Mangy Mutt.”

~*~*~

Hermione sat alone out by the lake. She felt drained and tired and generally angry at the world. She had known that a couple of days of hot sex and a few hours of intelligent conversation wouldn’t change Severus, but she had hoped…

Sighing loudly she made to get up and head back to the castle, to join her friends for dinner, when a soft high pitched whining sound drew her attention. She turned to see a large black dog crawling towards her with his head low and his eyes sorrowful. An amused smile touched her lips and she felt a start of a giggle touch her chest.

“Hello Snuffles.” She reached out her hand and stroked his head and scratched behind his ears. His tail wagged and she brought him in close for a tight hug. “Coward.” She whispered, her voice full of amusement then pulled back and cried out as he licked her face.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m just disappointed.” She looked away then shifted so that Snuffles could rest his head on her lap. “I was starting to think that he might actually like me, at least a little, but I was wrong and that’s that.” she shrugged and rested her head on his furry back. They sat that way for a few minutes, both breathing deeply and enjoying the quiet.

“I can’t do this Sirius. As much as I’d really like to, I’m a good girl at heart.” She took a deep breath and enjoyed his dog scent. “And I need something stable.”

Snuffles shifted and started to change before her eyes, blending smoothly into Sirius Black. He wound an arm around her shoulders and pulled her tightly against him.

“I’m sorry. God Mione, I’m so sorry.” He whispered into her hair and stroked her back.

“Don’t be,” Hermione pulled away and looked him in the eyes. “You didn’t make me do anything that I didn’t want to do, either of you.” She smiled sheepishly and he stroked her cheek. “I feel like I’m at war with myself. On one side there’s this bad girl who is just screaming to be set free, and on the other is the know-it-all Granger, straight laced and rule abiding.”

Sirius kissed the top of her head and gave her a tight squeeze. “So, platonic friends?”

“You’re not angry?”

“Never. You deserve to be loved and cherished in the most pure way possible, by a man who wants you and you alone.” he said with his face in her hair. He chuckled suddenly. “And shagged like the naughty demon you are.”

Hermione blushed and giggled against his chest and he kissed the top of her head.

“I don’t know who he is and I’m already jealous of him.” Sirius chuckled.

“I thought you didn’t get jealous.” She teased and was surprised by his sober expression.

A sad smile touched his lips as he stroked a stray hair from her face. “Looks like you taught this old dog a new trick.”

She bit her lip and dropped her eyes, then brought them back up with a cheeky smile. “You know you never did get to show me any of those “Moves” you’re always bragging about.”

That familiar flicker of mischief filled his eyes. “That is a shame.”

“Hmm yes a shame” she purred and moved closer to him, she could feel his breath coming out in pants and detected the smell of firewhisky on his breath. She reached out and ran her fingertips down his chest, smirking when his shivered.

“The only shame here love, is that I won’t get to feel that luscious body trembling and writhing around mine.” Sirius growled into her ear and tightened his arms around her.

She looked up into his blue eyes, they were darkened with desire, and now that she was pressed more firmly against him, she could feel just how aroused he was. “I guess,” She spoke breathlessly. “One last time wouldn’t bring down the sky.”

“Speak for yourself.” He breathed against her mouth before running his tongue over her lower lip and groaned as she nipped his.

~*~*~

Sirius’ mouth was hot and demanding on hers. He tore at her robes and uniform until they lay in a messy pile at their feet and with his hands gripping her waist he bent and took one erect nipple into his mouth. Hermione arched back her head and moaned in pleasure and desire. There was no mistaking, this was indeed Sirius Black.

His kisses and caresses were practised and precise, but not mechanical, more of an erotically unconscious talent. Hermione grinned at her thoughts as he shoved her backwards, with a wicked glint in his eye, and she fell onto her bed. She crawled backwards up the bed so that she was firmly in the centre. Looking up at him her breath was stolen by the pure, dark lust in his eyes.

Their gazes locked and he grinned lopsidedly in a way that was way too damn sexy. Agonizingly slowly, he started to unbutton his midnight-blue shirt.

“Free your hair, Mione.” His deep baritone voice instructed. “I like it all wild and falling over your shoulders.”

She did as he said and bit her lip as she watched his face flush slightly and his chest rise and fall with the power of his harsh breaths.

“Is this better?” Hermione purred breathlessly and felt her body tighten and shiver at the barely audible growl that escaped his full sensual mouth.

He pulled his shirt off his shoulders to reveal his broad, muscular shoulders and chest, marred by his various tattoos and scars. She had seen them all before, but knowing that it was really Sirius inside now made them seem even more prominent and exciting.

His eyes still holding hers, Sirius pulled impatiently at his belt and let his pants drop. His long, thick hardness sprung free and he let his gaze wander blazingly over her naked form. “Fuck Mione, do you have any idea how many times I’ve gotten myself off imagining you looking just like that.

He dropped onto the bed and prowled towards her on all fours, nipping and kissing his way up her soft, trembling body till he reached her mouth.

“How many times?” She said and flicked her tongue out to lick his earlobe, eliciting a shuddering moan from the large man above her.

He took her lips, once, twice, teasingly nipping at her bottom lip. “Put it this way, if I’d known that you turned 17 two years ago I would have pinned you to the wall of Grimmauld Place long before now.” He started to make his way back down her body and paused to take each breast into his mouth, having to hold her arching body in place as he swirled his tongue around her nerve filled nipple.

“Why all the secrecy?” he said as his mouth resumed it’s journey downwards, tasting every inch of her warm silky flesh with his hot mouth.

Hermione arched and shuddered. “No secrecy, I just didn’t see much point in broadcasting it to everyone.” she giggled as he stopped to look up and glare at her for a moment before continuing his exploration lower. “And I thought you all already knew.” She took a shaky breath as he pushed her thighs further apart and lowered his face between them, placing excitingly wet kisses along the long stretch of inner thigh. “I mean, Molly knew and so did her sons…” Sirius growled against her and she gasped at the delicious vibration. “And Remus knew, so I just assumed…” She suddenly cried out as he delivered a quick lick to her quivering opening.

Sirius chuckled and looked up at her for a moment. “It seems Remus knows me a bit too well.”

“And so he should.” Hermione threw back at him then lay back and arched, moaning as his mouth took her again, his tongue grazed over her singing clit then back to circle her tight opening. “You are trouble Sirius Black.”

All words were lost as he worked his wicked mouth, bringing her high. All that could be heard were her panting breaths and high pitched cries. “Sirius…Oh sweet god Sirius…” Were the only words to leave her lips as she writhed and tangled her fingers into his long black hair. Her toes curled and her thighs trembled as her body was filled with blazing heat and his name screamed from her wide open mouth.

Within seconds he was over her again, grinning smugly down at her flushed face and satisfied eyes. Suddenly his eyes changed and he looked unsure of something but he hooded them before she could look deeper.

“Sirius?” She said, concerned as she slid one hand around his back and placed one on his jaw.

He looked at her and his eyes glimmered slightly, “Mione, say my name again.”

All at once she knew what was wrong and was only to glad to set him right. “Sirius.” She kissed him. “Sirius I want you, I want to be with you.” She took his hand and brought it to her heart. “Do you feel my heart beating faster?” he nodded. “You’re the one making it beat that way. No one else.”

As he smiled down at her, Hermione saw his insecurity change into something else, something that made her heart beat speed up even more and shot a thill of excitement through her whole body.

Sirius dipped his head and took her lips in a deep and demanding kiss as he positioned himself between her thighs and thrust inside with one long smooth stroke. They both pulled apart to gasp with delight and Sirius moaned and let his eyes flicker shut when she tightened around him and circled her hips.

It was his undoing and her own. Sirius gripped her hips and held her still as he manoeuvred himself onto his knees and thrust home over and over. Deep, hard and fast, his eyes never left her writhing body.

“Fuck Mione! You feel incredible.” he gasped and thrust harder, faster and reached down and dragged his rough thumb over the bundle of nerves just above where he filled her. He held her hips up to his thrusting body and all she could do was grip onto her sheets and feel.

Hermione flexed the muscles surrounding his thrusting cock, squeezing him tighter with each thrust. She opened her eyes and looked at his beautiful face. His eyes were now closed, lips parted and he seemed totally lost to the pleasure they were sharing. Her body quaked as the sensations mounted. Her body seized and his name hissed from between her lips as she climaxed.

Sirius thrust once more and held himself deep as she milked him of his completion. Gasping her name over and over as he shook.

~*~*~

“Sirius you have to go now!” Hermione scolded him, but she was grinning at his puppy dog eyes even as she pushed him towards the door. It was 5 in the morning and after another fevered fuck on her desk she had finally come to her senses.

“No, I want to stay.” He smirked and kissed her lips. “I could get used to waking up next to you darlin’. And you are one amazing Fu…” she slapped a hand over his mouth and laughed as she blushed.

“Now Sirius we agreed that this would be the last time. I need a relationship with a man who isn’t constantly on the hunt.” His face sobered and she immediately regretted her words. “Last night was the most amazing of my life. But come on Sirius, we both know that you don’t want me tearing my heart out for you.”

“I guess not.” He looked at her for a long time. “Hermione…” He started but then seemed to think better off it and instead leaned down and kissed her. His mouth gentle yet intense as it moved over hers. “Good bye.” he whispered against her lips.