My Forgetful Valentine
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Sirius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,479
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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No monetary funds were recieved for the writing of this fanfic, I do not own any rights to the Harry Potter fandom, including Sirius and Hermione. I own nothing...absolutely nothing.
My Forgetful Valentine
A/N: Thanks to the lovely Ero Sennin, I’ve decided to write another holiday-themed fan fic about my favorite couple, Sirius/Hermione! This one is shorter than most of my other one shots, but also, in my mind, it is a lot more detailed in the, well, smut scenes so that makes up for it. I’m thinking that this isn’t one I can post on the regular fan fic site, haha (let me know!), so PLEASE review here!
…if you review then I’ll think about writing more holiday stories ^_^
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It was an ordinary Saturday when Hermione woke up. Sunlight shined in bright rays through her gauzy curtains, a faint prismatic pattern forming on her bed and floor. She stretched her arms well above her body before lazily dropping one upon Sirius’s body as usual, but when she did she was met with a cold pillow.
“Sirius?” she asked, not getting a response. She rolled over, ignoring her silk sheet falling down her naked breasts. In Sirius’s vacant spot lay an adorably fluffy teddy bear and next to it a bouquet of snow fire roses, her favorite variety of roses that were snow white at the base and deep, velvety red on the end of every petal. There was a note poking out of the flowers, simply stating “My ‘Mione” on the envelope.
“My ‘Mione, I’m sorry that I’m not there by your side to wish you a wonderful Valentine’s Day, please forgive me. I’ve been asked to aid Kingsley with a little problem, and I cannot say no to the Ministry of Magic! I should be home no later than 11pm; please wait up for me. All my love, Sirius.”
“Holy FUCK! It’s Valentine’s Day, VALENTINE’S DAY! How could I forget!” she cursed herself, quickly jumping out of her bed.
“What’ll I do, what’ll I do, what’ll I DO?!” she shouted while hastily dressing herself. She paced around her bedroom trying to think of a way to salvage this horrible memory slip.
How about a mix CD?
“No, it’s been done,” she answered herself.
Make him dinner?
“But he’ll be home around 11.”
Write him a love poem?
“…no.”
How about using your talents?!
“Hmm…that’ll work!” she said with a smirk before disapparating out of her apartment and into Diagon Alley.
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Three hours and 2 credit cards later, Hermione walked out of Sultry Sue’s Fantasy Shoppe with two large red bags containing her purchases. She quickly apparated into her apartment, making an effort to avoid any glances from the passerby’s before she did so. She placed her bags on her bed and started to undress, grabbing the bottle of bubble bath she bought before heading into her bathroom.
Two more hours later, after soaking in the luxurious bubbles and expertly shaving, moisturizing, and perfuming her body, Hermione emerged from her bathroom. She pulled out a tissue-wrapped package from another bag from her day’s adventure. Enclosed in the lavender scented tissue paper was a very sheer and very sexy baby doll chemise that had little black hearts stitched all over the red mesh fabric.
“If this doesn’t get his blood surging, I don’t know what will!” she said aloud, pulling on the matching thong after securing her breasts in the molded cups of her baby doll.
After clasping the straps of her high healed patent leather pumps in place, all Hermione had to do was wait for Sirius to show up.
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It was 12:07am when Sirius made his way into Hermione’s apartment, walking in prepared with an apologetic box of chocolates. All the rooms were dark and silent as he made his way to Hermione’s bedroom.
“She must have fallen asleep,” he thought as he entered her room, which was just as dark as the others. He made his way to her bedside where he thought she was laying, but right as he knelt down to give her a kiss he hear a snap and the lights turned on.
“You’re late,” said Hermione harshly, getting up from her desk chair. It took a few seconds for Sirius’ eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness, but when he did regain his sight he had to blink several times to register what he was seeing.
He took in his fiancée’s scandalous outfit that left little to none to his imagination. Her long, toned legs were accentuated by the low length of the mostly see through chemise. Hermione’s breasts were held high in the fitted cups that were outlined in matching red mesh, the color contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. And her hair, which is normally unruly, was tamed in golden brown ringlets down her partially exposed back.
“Hermione, I--” he stammered before getting cut off.
“You are not allowed to talk unless I say so!” she said with an edge to her voice, using one of her long stemmed snow fire roses to point at him. Slightly taken aback but extremely aroused, Sirius closed his mouth and complied with her command.
With another snap of her fingers along with a silent incantation, Sirius was stripped down from his shirt all the way to his boxers. Gasping at the sudden lack of clothes, Sirius couldn’t help but smile at her action.
“Do not smile! Now listen and listen good,” she said, the clicking of her dangerously high heels following her every step as she came face to face with Sirius.
“You will not touch me, nor will you utter a sound unless I allow you to,” she said, emphasizing each syllable with infallible diction. He nodded in agreement before she pushed him onto the bed, red silk bindings being tied to his wrists and ankles to each post of her bed with yet another snap of her fingers.
Hermione positioned herself on her knees in the space between his legs, keeping her distance from his body. She ran her hand from the deep V of her chemise, down her flat stomach, and finally to her almost nonexistent g-string. With skillful hands she pushed the string aside and ran a few fingers over her folds, moaning with every movement she made. Sirius was forced to watch her without being able to aid her in her release, causing his body to react in other ways; beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, his muscles clenched in his arms and legs, and his cock swelled to full length and thickness.
Hermione continued her personal ministrations, moaning loudly as she brought herself to a release. Using the same fingers that were inside of her, she drew a line from Sirius’s lips and down to his chest, leaving a trail of her juices down the front of her lover. She brought herself to his face and kissed him with a ferocious hunger, sending chills throughout both their bodies. She followed the path she made down to his chest, licking up her own release as she went further down.
“’Mione, please…” he whispered without realizing it.
“Quite, love,” she said, the edge to her voice softened by her own desires. She made her way down to his very attentive cock, a few drops of pre cum glistening on its tip. Making a swipe with the tip of her tongue, Hermione savored its flavor, longing for more.
With the hand that wasn’t supporting her, Hermione began to pump his penis at an agonizingly slow pace. Sirius’s breaths began to quicken as he could feel his release build up at her very much rehearsed movements. She matched each stroke with either a lick or a suck, the feeling of cumming enhanced with every second that passed. Within milliseconds of ejaculating, Hermione let go of his cock.
“Now now, you wouldn’t cum if I haven’t with you, now would you?” she asked seductively, her voice raspy yet soft at the same time. She crawled up the front of his body, her pussy dangerously close to his cock with a very feeble barrier that is her g-string between them. She made feather light kisses from the bridge of his nose and down his brow bone, stopping just short of his ear.
“I want your cock inside me. Now,” she demanded, magically untying all four binds at the same time. No quicker than a blink of an eye, Sirius flipped Hermione on her hands and knees, gripping her hips to the point of bruising. He kissed the base of her spine down to her tail bone, skillfully pulling down her g-string with his front teeth down to her knees before pulling them off completely.
Having enough of the foreplay, though he much enjoyed, Sirius thrust his cock deep inside her very much wet slit, a shrill scream of bliss and delight escaping his lover. There was no room for being gentle after her previous actions, but that was what they both wanted; something raw, powerful, and sinful to celebrate their love and desires for each other.
It didn’t last as long as usual but it didn’t need to, that’s how it was meant to be done. Each faired their share of pleasure and orgasms in more ways than one, in body and in mind. Sirius and Hermione, soon to be one forever in the given months, intertwined their arms and legs around one another, attempting to catch their breaths and slowly come back to earth.
“I take it you forgot Valentine’s Day again, didn’t you?” sassed Sirius, taking a rose and running its blossom along her curves.
“…didn’t you come here with chocolate?” she innocently replied, purposely avoiding his question all together.
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Please review for the sake of my fragile heart and muse!
…if you review then I’ll think about writing more holiday stories ^_^
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It was an ordinary Saturday when Hermione woke up. Sunlight shined in bright rays through her gauzy curtains, a faint prismatic pattern forming on her bed and floor. She stretched her arms well above her body before lazily dropping one upon Sirius’s body as usual, but when she did she was met with a cold pillow.
“Sirius?” she asked, not getting a response. She rolled over, ignoring her silk sheet falling down her naked breasts. In Sirius’s vacant spot lay an adorably fluffy teddy bear and next to it a bouquet of snow fire roses, her favorite variety of roses that were snow white at the base and deep, velvety red on the end of every petal. There was a note poking out of the flowers, simply stating “My ‘Mione” on the envelope.
“My ‘Mione, I’m sorry that I’m not there by your side to wish you a wonderful Valentine’s Day, please forgive me. I’ve been asked to aid Kingsley with a little problem, and I cannot say no to the Ministry of Magic! I should be home no later than 11pm; please wait up for me. All my love, Sirius.”
“Holy FUCK! It’s Valentine’s Day, VALENTINE’S DAY! How could I forget!” she cursed herself, quickly jumping out of her bed.
“What’ll I do, what’ll I do, what’ll I DO?!” she shouted while hastily dressing herself. She paced around her bedroom trying to think of a way to salvage this horrible memory slip.
How about a mix CD?
“No, it’s been done,” she answered herself.
Make him dinner?
“But he’ll be home around 11.”
Write him a love poem?
“…no.”
How about using your talents?!
“Hmm…that’ll work!” she said with a smirk before disapparating out of her apartment and into Diagon Alley.
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Three hours and 2 credit cards later, Hermione walked out of Sultry Sue’s Fantasy Shoppe with two large red bags containing her purchases. She quickly apparated into her apartment, making an effort to avoid any glances from the passerby’s before she did so. She placed her bags on her bed and started to undress, grabbing the bottle of bubble bath she bought before heading into her bathroom.
Two more hours later, after soaking in the luxurious bubbles and expertly shaving, moisturizing, and perfuming her body, Hermione emerged from her bathroom. She pulled out a tissue-wrapped package from another bag from her day’s adventure. Enclosed in the lavender scented tissue paper was a very sheer and very sexy baby doll chemise that had little black hearts stitched all over the red mesh fabric.
“If this doesn’t get his blood surging, I don’t know what will!” she said aloud, pulling on the matching thong after securing her breasts in the molded cups of her baby doll.
After clasping the straps of her high healed patent leather pumps in place, all Hermione had to do was wait for Sirius to show up.
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It was 12:07am when Sirius made his way into Hermione’s apartment, walking in prepared with an apologetic box of chocolates. All the rooms were dark and silent as he made his way to Hermione’s bedroom.
“She must have fallen asleep,” he thought as he entered her room, which was just as dark as the others. He made his way to her bedside where he thought she was laying, but right as he knelt down to give her a kiss he hear a snap and the lights turned on.
“You’re late,” said Hermione harshly, getting up from her desk chair. It took a few seconds for Sirius’ eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness, but when he did regain his sight he had to blink several times to register what he was seeing.
He took in his fiancée’s scandalous outfit that left little to none to his imagination. Her long, toned legs were accentuated by the low length of the mostly see through chemise. Hermione’s breasts were held high in the fitted cups that were outlined in matching red mesh, the color contrasting beautifully with her pale skin. And her hair, which is normally unruly, was tamed in golden brown ringlets down her partially exposed back.
“Hermione, I--” he stammered before getting cut off.
“You are not allowed to talk unless I say so!” she said with an edge to her voice, using one of her long stemmed snow fire roses to point at him. Slightly taken aback but extremely aroused, Sirius closed his mouth and complied with her command.
With another snap of her fingers along with a silent incantation, Sirius was stripped down from his shirt all the way to his boxers. Gasping at the sudden lack of clothes, Sirius couldn’t help but smile at her action.
“Do not smile! Now listen and listen good,” she said, the clicking of her dangerously high heels following her every step as she came face to face with Sirius.
“You will not touch me, nor will you utter a sound unless I allow you to,” she said, emphasizing each syllable with infallible diction. He nodded in agreement before she pushed him onto the bed, red silk bindings being tied to his wrists and ankles to each post of her bed with yet another snap of her fingers.
Hermione positioned herself on her knees in the space between his legs, keeping her distance from his body. She ran her hand from the deep V of her chemise, down her flat stomach, and finally to her almost nonexistent g-string. With skillful hands she pushed the string aside and ran a few fingers over her folds, moaning with every movement she made. Sirius was forced to watch her without being able to aid her in her release, causing his body to react in other ways; beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, his muscles clenched in his arms and legs, and his cock swelled to full length and thickness.
Hermione continued her personal ministrations, moaning loudly as she brought herself to a release. Using the same fingers that were inside of her, she drew a line from Sirius’s lips and down to his chest, leaving a trail of her juices down the front of her lover. She brought herself to his face and kissed him with a ferocious hunger, sending chills throughout both their bodies. She followed the path she made down to his chest, licking up her own release as she went further down.
“’Mione, please…” he whispered without realizing it.
“Quite, love,” she said, the edge to her voice softened by her own desires. She made her way down to his very attentive cock, a few drops of pre cum glistening on its tip. Making a swipe with the tip of her tongue, Hermione savored its flavor, longing for more.
With the hand that wasn’t supporting her, Hermione began to pump his penis at an agonizingly slow pace. Sirius’s breaths began to quicken as he could feel his release build up at her very much rehearsed movements. She matched each stroke with either a lick or a suck, the feeling of cumming enhanced with every second that passed. Within milliseconds of ejaculating, Hermione let go of his cock.
“Now now, you wouldn’t cum if I haven’t with you, now would you?” she asked seductively, her voice raspy yet soft at the same time. She crawled up the front of his body, her pussy dangerously close to his cock with a very feeble barrier that is her g-string between them. She made feather light kisses from the bridge of his nose and down his brow bone, stopping just short of his ear.
“I want your cock inside me. Now,” she demanded, magically untying all four binds at the same time. No quicker than a blink of an eye, Sirius flipped Hermione on her hands and knees, gripping her hips to the point of bruising. He kissed the base of her spine down to her tail bone, skillfully pulling down her g-string with his front teeth down to her knees before pulling them off completely.
Having enough of the foreplay, though he much enjoyed, Sirius thrust his cock deep inside her very much wet slit, a shrill scream of bliss and delight escaping his lover. There was no room for being gentle after her previous actions, but that was what they both wanted; something raw, powerful, and sinful to celebrate their love and desires for each other.
It didn’t last as long as usual but it didn’t need to, that’s how it was meant to be done. Each faired their share of pleasure and orgasms in more ways than one, in body and in mind. Sirius and Hermione, soon to be one forever in the given months, intertwined their arms and legs around one another, attempting to catch their breaths and slowly come back to earth.
“I take it you forgot Valentine’s Day again, didn’t you?” sassed Sirius, taking a rose and running its blossom along her curves.
“…didn’t you come here with chocolate?” she innocently replied, purposely avoiding his question all together.
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Please review for the sake of my fragile heart and muse!