Desperately Wanting Her Present

This was written for MistressMalfoy's bday challenge on GrangerEnchanted. It's two chapters there, but I combined it here.


Hermione was happily traipsing down the steps when a hand reached out and roughly dragged her from the bottom step and into an adjoining room. Feeling his forbidden hands holding her body steady and realizing her own were plastered against his chest, she looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen and felt her knees go weak again. Sirius Black’s cobalt blue eyes were staring back down at her and his breath was coming in ragged gasps.

“Sirius,” she squeaked before clearing her throat and saying again, “what are you doing?”

“I wanted to ask you a question, ‘Mione,” he said quietly.

She suddenly felt his breath upon her ear as her own caught in her throat. His hands tightened around her slim waist and she could feel the liquid coating her center even as she tried to fight the feelings away. Betraying her mind, her hands never left his chest and her own breath quickened its pace. Now, if he’d only ravish her body right here on that very desk, or the floor, or against the wall, or hell where ever, she’d have all her dreams come true. Wanting this infuriatingly sexy man for the last year of her life was becoming increasingly more difficult each day. More and more lately she found herself alone with him, but unable to say or do anything normal. He would touch her arm and send her body on fire, or call her ‘Mione as only he was allowed and she’d almost come right on the spot.

“What…what did you want to ask me?” she asked innocently, wondering why he hadn’t let her go yet.

“Well,” he said throatily, “your birthday is in three days and I wanted to know what you wanted. What do you want for your birthday, ‘Mione?”

She could feel his hardened length pressing into her stomach and moaned slightly. Taking her chances and saying to hell with everyone else, including the man in front of her, she leaned in closer and whispered into his ear, “You, Sirius. I want you for my birthday.”

“Bloody hell,” he groaned before gripping her even tighter and lowering his mouth to her neck.

Suddenly a throat cleared from across the dark room and Hermione jumped away from Sirius before turning and running out of the room.

Her nerves were even more on edge than usual during dinner that night as several people asked her what she wanted. She tried desperately to figure out who had been in the room earlier so that she could silence them. She hated her cowardice and wished she had just stayed and confronted them. It could have been Fred or George, they had been grinning at her all evening, but then again, they always grinned at her like they knew something they shouldn’t. Everyone else was acting normal and there was no way to know who had overheard their conversation.

Sirius kept shooting her longing looks and she was sure her hungry gaze was noticed by others. However, at the moment, all she really wanted to do was rip his clothes off and impale herself on his hard cock. After the show he gave earlier, she knew he was rather large and she ached to have him inside of her.

“I bet tonight,” she heard Ron say from the drawing room after dinner.

“Naw, five nights at least,” Fred and George replied.

“You lot are crazy if you think he’ll go that long,” replied Remus as Tonks sat perched on his lap. “Put us down for three nights.”

Wondering what in the world they were talking about, Hermione slowly strode into the room.

“What are you taking bets on?”

“How long it will take Harry to propose to Ginny,” said Remus casually.

“We saw a ring the other day and we think it will happen soon.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.” She thought quietly for a few moments, thinking that her birthday was three days away and Harry wouldn’t propose before then. “Put me down for four nights,” she said happily.

“Um, ok,” Ron responded.

“I’ll match Remus’ three,” Sirius said from the doorway and Hermione noticed that several looked shocked to see him.

The night went by fairly quickly with everyone talking and laughing about old times. When Harry and Ginny came in later, they all broke out into laughter and Hermione beamed at him. She couldn’t wait to start making wedding plans with Ginny and only wished she had the nerve to just take the man she wanted.

“It’s late, I think I’ll head on up to bed,” she said quietly.

“I’ll walk you up,” Sirius said, putting his hand on her back and guiding her out of the room.

“I win! Pay up!” Ron said after a moment.

“Not if I can help it,” Fred muttered as he and George followed them down the hall.

“So,” he said softly in her ear as he lead her down the hall and stopped at her room, “do I still get to be your present? I’d let you have me early.”

Trembling at his touch, she turned to him with a look of complete hunger in her eyes. When she put her hands on his shoulders and leaned into him, he groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around her before kissing her softly on the lips. Those lips, the ones he wanted to touch for so long, were willing and demanding as she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. He pushed her against the wall and slid his thigh between hers as his hands roamed her body and hers fisted in his hair.

Oh that glorious hair, how her hands had ached to touch its silky lengths. She could feel how much he wanted her, not only by his large cock now pressed firmly to her body, but by the way his kisses demanded as much as they gave. Heaven couldn’t possibly compare to the feelings she was having and if it did, she wanted to die right then. His hands slid down her side and she gasped as his thumb traced her breast.

“So, Fred, as I was saying, it’s right up here near Hermione’s room.”

“I can’t wait to see it, George.”

Growling loudly, Sirius broke off their kiss and glared daggers in the direction of the offending voices.

“Another time, love,” he said, gently kissing her again before walking back to the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione slowly opened the door and entered her room. On the table next to the bed were a box of chocolates. She walked over and picked them up, recognizing immediately Sirius’ favorite kind. Reading the note, she chuckled.

“Happy Birthday soon, Hermione. These are my favorites and if you’re a good little girl, I’ll melt them down and lick them off of your delicious naked body.”

No sleep came to her that night as she continuously tossed and turned, wishing he was with her, in her, all around her.

The next day was absolute murder. She could understand suddenly, why people chose to insane things rather than face their own lives. Sirius was everywhere she looked and no matter what she did, she couldn’t escape the others when he was there. They were never alone. No, that would have been too convenient. It wasn’t meant to be that she get what she wanted so much, as the house was constantly full of people coming and going. The Weasley’s were there a lot that day, Remus never left, and even Harry and Ginny stayed by her side. Funnily enough however, they seemed to be the ones that would leave when her and Sirius were in the same room. It almost appeared as though they tried to leave them alone, but the others just wouldn’t get the hint.

They had tried several times to sneak off to one of their rooms, but like the night before, they were constantly interrupted.

She heard him slip behind her and listened to his rough words. “You smell so good, ‘Mione. All day I’ve smelled how much you want me in you. How ready for my cock you are. If I don’t have you soon, I think I’ll murder everyone here or take you right in front of them.”

Hermione shuddered as his lust-filled voice sounded from behind her. He wasn’t making it any easier on her, coming up behind her and whispering crude words of desire in her ears. Paybacks a bitch though, and she started giving as good as she got.

Sirius was sitting at the table, arguing with Molly once again and patiently awaiting dinner, as he looked over some left over work from the Ministry. Hermione walked quietly up behind him so Molly wouldn’t notice, and whispered softly, “I’m so fucking wet for you. I want you in me, need to feel your cock as you thrust inside my waiting pussy.” And then she walked out, leaving a very stunned and very horny Sirius behind her clutching the crumpled papers in his hands.

They finally found themselves alone that night. A welcome surprise as everyone was staying over for her ‘surprise’ party the next day. As soon as they realized the lack of others in the library, Sirius walked over to her and kissed her passionately as his hand on her neck and ass held her in place. Not wasting any time on words, he let his hands slid down her neck and breasts before settling between her legs.

“You’re so hot for me, so wet,” he moaned as his fingers pushed aside her soaked knickers and slid inside of her.

She leaned against the desk for support as her hands clutched his arms tightly. Moaning and begging for more, her hips started raising to meet his fingers as her body heated beyond belief. Her face was flushed with desire and he hungrily took one of her hardened nipples in his mouth through her shirt.

When his thumb grazed over her clit, she bucked sharply and begged for more. “Sirius, please! Please take me!”

His lips left her breast and attacked her neck, suckling and biting, then licking the pain away as his thumb swiped over her clit and his fingers plunged deeper inside of her. His other hand was on her back, holding her up and close to him as he whispered obscenities in her ear and felt her climax nearing.

Stroking her clit once more, he felt her muscles tighten painfully around his fingers as she screamed his name and her body trembled with release.

“Gods, Sirius, that was amazing.”

“Oh, I’m not finished yet. I’m going to fuck you now, ‘Mione. Give you what you’ve wanted for so long, what you’ve teased me with. When I’m done with you, you’ll wish it was your birthday every day of the year.”

She whimpered at his harsh promise and silently pleaded with him to get on with it. Her hands found his zipper, and she started to undo his tight leather pants.

“Sirius, you in here mate?” Remus asked from the doorway.

“Fuck!” he cursed loudly as he helped her quickly straighten her clothes and then fixed his pants.

“Over here, Moony,” he yelled back, watching the woman he so desperately wanted walk out of the room.

“Tomorrow’s Hermione’s birthday, any idea what you want to give her?”

Sirius glared at his oldest friend before responding, “yea, I have an idea. It’s just the giving it to her that’s become the problem.”

“Sorry to hear that, mate,” he chuckled. “Perhaps you should give it to her tomorrow in a locked room after you kick everyone else out.”

He looked up at his friend stunned. How could he possibly know? “You were the one yesterday? You heard?”

“You could say that. Trust me, tomorrow will be better.”

“Fine, whatever,” he mumbled before walking out of the room and into his own bedroom.

When Hermione entered her room, wrapped only in a towel after her shower, she saw the most beautiful flowers sitting next to her chocolates. She noticed quickly that one of the chocolates was missing, but grabbed the note and began reading.

After I’ve finished licking the chocolates off your delectable little body (I tried one, they’re very good), I’ll trace your entire body with these flowers. You’ll squirm beneath me, begging for more, and before I’m through with you, you’ll want me as much as I want you.

Hermione spent another restless night tossing and turning, pleasuring herself, but knowing it didn’t come close to feeling the way Sirius’ fingers felt. He had driven her insane with lust only hours before, but it just wasn’t enough. She wanted, needed more, and she was determined that no matter who interrupted tomorrow, she’d curse them into oblivion before she’d let Sirius stop. Tomorrow she would have the man she wanted.

Tomorrow came quickly and as she sat down beside him for breakfast, Hermione couldn’t help but think that Sirius looked like he’d gotten even less sleep than she had. He grinned over at her mischievously and she grinned back. As they continued to eat their meal, his hand slowly slid to her knee and stayed there. Her body throbbed with need and as he started to move his hand up her thigh, she felt herself shift to meet his touch. What would the others say now if they could see this? She didn’t care, that’s right, she wasn’t supposed to care today, she was only supposed to get what she truly wanted for her birthday.

“Happy Birthday, Hermione,” Harry said loudly as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Presents suddenly appeared before her and she eagerly tore into each one. Sirius, however, never removed his hand and kept giving her a constant reminder of what she wanted the most.

“This is beautiful,” she exclaimed when she opened Harry’s present and saw the red and gold bracelet that reminded her of their old house in Hogwarts.

Sirius leaned over close to her ear and whispered, “what you desire most is not in that pile is it, love?”

Waves of yearning crashed over her body as she silently begged for release. Instead, she only shook her head and listened as Sirius groaned and his thumb pressed against her warm center.

Remus asked loudly, “So, Sirius, where is your present?”

Growling fiercely, he stood up and drug Hermione up with him. Staring down into her brown eyes, filled with longing, he bent his head down and kissed her softly. She pressed herself into him and wound her arms around his neck.

As he pulled away from her he kept his eyes locked with hers and replied, “I’m taking ‘Mione upstairs now. No one is allowed to follow, nor are you allowed to interrupt until I have given her my present.”

“That’s right,” she said sternly, “you stay put!”

As they walked out of the door, Sirius pushed her against the wall and ravished her mouth once more. They both grinned and shook their heads when they heard Remus say, “Now, I think Dora and I win, so pay up.”

“Harry’s not getting engaged, is he?” she asked sometime later when they’d finally made it to her door.

“I don’t think so. I just agreed with Remus when I heard them taking bets, he always has a way of making things turn in his direction.” He kissed her soundly once more as he pushed her door open and began walking her backwards towards the bed. “Comes from being a Marauder I believe. We always did get what we wanted.”

She lay down on his bed and he covered her body with his own. “Yes, and I finally get what I’ve always wanted for my birthday.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow up at her. Smirking he asked, “oh yea? And what, little witch, would that be?”

“You, of course. Well, what I mean to say is…you naked, on top of me, fucking me as I beg for more, until I finally scream your name.”

Sirius stared down at her in shock, unable to form a coherent thought after she spoke the dirtiest words he’d ever heard pass through her beautiful, full lips. He was brought back to attention by the feel of her toes slowly working their way up his thighs and her fingers trailing up his bare forearms.

“Sirius, in a few hours my birthday will be over,” she teased.

“Mean little witch, aren’t you?” he asked, kissing his way down her neck as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt.

Hermione moaned and pulled his head in closer to her neck as he licked a trail down to her collarbone, the feel of his long awaited tongue making her shiver. When her shirt was unbuttoned, he pulled it apart and gasped.

“I know,” she said self-consciously, assuming his shock meant the worst, “they’re bad. I’m sorry. The big one,” she said, pointing to the largest scar that trailed from just below her right breast down to the last rib on her left side, “was from my fifth year. The rest I’ve sort of forgotten how I came by as time went on.”

Sirius, however, was still staring down at her, an expression of awe across his handsome features as he gazed upon his dream come true. “Hermione, you’re perfect,” he breathed.

Slowly lowering his head, Sirius began leaving a scorching trail of kisses from one scar to the next. Her body burned and ached as he licked and nipped her flat stomach before moving back up. She arched her back into him when he took one hardened nipple into his mouth through her lacy bra.

Finally she was permitted access to what she had wanted desperately to do for a year now. She fisted her hands in his glorious, black curls and begged for more. “Gods, Sirius, please.”

With knowledgeable fingers, he twisted the clasp of her bra until it sprang free. Her breasts spilled into his hands and he hungrily took them into his mouth. Scraping his teeth along her nipple, he reveled in her moans before moving to the other one. Then he continued his earlier assault on her body, moving lower as his kisses burned into her very soul and she begged again for more.

“I thought the begging came later,” he said cheekily before allowing his hands to travel along the length of her legs.

Slowly, very slowly, he lightly trailed his fingers from her knee up her thigh and under her skirt. She lifted her hips, silently asking for more as his hands pushed her shirt up around her waist and he gasped again. “Had I known you weren’t wearing any knickers, love, I would have thrown you on the table and ravished you in front of every one earlier.”

“Well, your hands were all over me under the table.”

“Yes, but not under your skirt,” he softly admonished, his breath flowing over her wet thighs. “You smell amazing.”

Her fingers dug into his scalp when his tongue skirted over her wet, velvety folds. Without hurry, he lapped at her juices before slowly flicking his tongue over her hardened nub. She shrieked and moaned, bucking her hips wildly as he slid a finger inside of her silky wet pussy.

“Gods, yes!” she screamed, making him chuckle from between her legs. He added another finger, flicking his tongue over her clit and his fingers dove inside her and twisted. Before long, her entire body was shaking and her walls tightened around his fingers as she came hard. “Sirius!” she screamed one last time before her hands fell limply at her sides, only acknowledging the removal of her skirt by lifting her hips slightly.

She grinned down at him, but it quickly turned to curiousity when he stood up and moved away from the bed. Watching him openly for the first time, she admired the way he wore muggle clothes, another way to anger his dead mother she assumed. His black leather pants hugged his shapely arse before clinging to his muscled thighs. Most of all, she adored the way he’d leave the top three buttons of his shirt undone and roll his sleeves up to his elbows. There was something so sexy about his forearms, the light coating of dark hairs made her often wonder about the hair covering the rest of his body.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked smugly.

“Yes, actually. What are you doing?” she asked when she realized he had been standing beside the table and pulling the flowers out of the vase.

He flicked his wand and all the petals unattached themselves and floated over to Hermione. With another flick of his wrist, they slowly sailed down and covered her naked body like soft kisses. As he walked lazily back to her, she noticed a single red rose still in his hand while the petals of the other assorted flowers lay gently upon her.

Sighing and sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she reveled in the soft sensation of the rose as he skimmed it up and down her toned legs. His eyes never left her body as the rose made a gentle trail along her skin, his hands guiding its’ every move.

“You’re so beautiful, my witch. So achingly beautiful,” he murmured, trailing the rose between her breasts only to circle around and skim it over her nipples and then down her arms. He watched as she tilted her head in bliss when he allowed the silkiness to caress her neck before moving it to her face and tracing her features lightly.

“You, um, weren’t joking then?” she sighed when he lay the rose on the table and picked his wand back up.

“Of course not, love. I wanted today to be special for you, to give you what you’ve wanted for so long, what I’ve wanted for so long.”

“You’ve wanted me?” she asked sheepishly, still staring at his backside.

“More than you could ever imagine.”

Standing up and feeling the petals skim off of her body, she slowly moved behind him, startling him slightly when she ran her fingers up his thighs and cupped his ass in her hands.

“Such amazing assets to want,” she said huskily as he moaned at her touch.

“I’m not finished with you.”

“Good, you still owe me a chocolate bath. However, I seem to have lost my clothes and fair is fair.”

Turning him around, she started unbuttoning his shirt, dropping kisses where each button had been before pulling it off his shoulders and down his arms. Her gaze roamed his muscles and her mouth watered at the sight. Much like his arms, his upper body was lightly coated in the sexy dark hair she had always imagined.

“Such pants should be outlawed,” she whispered as she undid the clasp and pulled down the zipper, “they make girls like me want the bad boys they shouldn’t be wanting. And speaking of going sans underclothes,” she added, stroking his cock and making his breath hiss between his teeth.

“Would you have thrown me on the table and taken me in front of everyone had you known?”

Sliding down to her knees and pulling the sinful leather down past his ankles as her gaze fell upon his hardened member, she responded wide-eyed, “Perhaps not, but after seeing this I’d be willing to change my mind.”

The pants were drug quickly off his feet as she brought her mouth level with his very large erection. She could smell the masculine scent that belonged only to him and felt herself getting even wetter. Looking up at him coyly, she lowered her mouth and licked the pearly drop of desire from his cock. Slowly she ran her tongue along his entire length before sucking the tip into her mouth, listening to his mumbled swearing above her. Using her hand to keep from gagging, she took him further into her mouth and began stroking him as she bobbed her head along his tender flesh. When she let her teeth scrape along the underside of his glorious erection, he fisted his hands in her hair and began pumping into her mouth, streaming obscenities when her other hand cupped his balls and began massaging them.

“Fuck! Gods, Hermione, you have to stop,” he begged, then slowly drug her up the length of his body and grinned at her pouting face. “If you don’t stop now, I’ll never get to have my chocolate.”

With that, he pushed her carefully back to the bed and pulled the bowl he had been working on closer to him. Now, I’m going to paint you with chocolate and then eat you for dessert.”

He tipped the bowl and streamed chocolate along her breasts and collarbone, along her scars and stomach, and then, finally, along her wet curls and down her thighs, setting the bowl down only when it was empty.

“You really did melt down my chocolate?” she asked incredulously.

“I did. But if you’re a good witch, I promise to buy you lots more. As much as you can eat over your lifetime or I can lick off you in mine.” He grinned when she gasped in realization and said almost shyly as he suckled on her neck, “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, love. I want every day to be your birthday and every night to be our wedding night. However, right now I’m trying to eat dessert,” he added, licking along her collarbone and down between her breasts, “and you’re distracting me. Now stop talking unless it’s to call out my name.”

Her eyes fluttered shut and he continued his path, lapping up every drop of chocolate along her breasts and down her stomach. She felt her body giving over to him completely as his slick tongue met her skin and stroked her into a raging inferno of want and need. He licked her thighs clean and then her light brown curls before his tongue dipped down her folds and licked the hidden chocolate. She panted his name over and over as she felt him kiss and suckle her clit. “I found my new favorite dessert,” he murmured happily in between licks, “you, mixed with chocolate. There’s really nothing like it.”

To prove his point, he climbed back up her body and kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste her own juices mixed with the sweet chocolate he had just consumed.

Her legs came to wrap around his waist as she lifted her hips to feel his cock at her entrance. “Sirius, please! I need you, need to have you in me. Please, now!” she begged, trying desperately to make him obey her most sincere wishes.

Without waiting for more, he slid his cock inside her tight entrance and groaned loudly. “You’re so tight, so bloody tight,” he moaned, thrusting the rest of the way inside her as she mewled in pleasure.

“Yes, please!” she begged.

He withdrew slowly, before gently thrusting back inside, burying himself deeply in her wet pussy and letting his head drop to her shoulder. The warmth enveloped him and he swore he’d never felt something so incredible in his entire life. Over and over again, he pushed inside of her with languid strokes as her heels dug into his ass and her hips rose to meet his.

“Faster, Sirius, please fuck me!” she begged, urging him on in whispered pants that made him lose complete control.

“Yes, oh fuck yes!” he shouted, thrusting quicker inside her and rubbing her swollen clit between his fingers. She dug her fingers into his back, her hips working with his to increase the rhythm and bring them both even higher. The tension wound tighter and tighter in her body and with one more thrust, she felt herself going over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard and the walls of her already tight pussy tightened even further.

“Oh fuck, ‘Mione!” he yelled before exploding inside of her and then collapsing into her arms.

They lay there for several long moments, both trying to regain their breath and the use of their limbs. His hard, muscled chest pushed into her soft breast and she held him even tighter as his breath drifted over her neck and ear.

“That was incredible,” she sighed happily.

“Mmm,” he answered, shifting his body to look down at her, “I was going for a bit more. You know, life altering or something of the like.”

“Well, maybe you’ll get there next time,” she said cheekily.

“Perhaps. Or perhaps I’ll need a lot more practice,” he responded, rolling off of her and bringing her damp, naked body up next to his.

“Anytime you feel the desire,” she mumbled into his chest as his hands stroked her hair and back.

“You have no idea what you’re agreeing to.”

She rubbed his already hardening cock with her thigh and said, “oh, I think I do.”

“Insatiable little witch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, and it’s still my birthday. Give me more of my present,” she demanded, rolling him over on his back.

“As long as we don’t have to hear it!” They heard Harry yell from the steps as the others laughed and she blushed bright red.

Sirius snickered, then drew his wand from the table and cast the appropriate silencing spells.

“Better make them strong,” she murmured, sliding down his body to thoroughly take advantage of her present one more time.