The Shrieking Shack

Dire as the situation was, with the young witch screaming Moony’s secrets to her friends, assigning the blame of her best friend’s pain on their shoulders and yelling shrilly enough to shake the dust from the rafters, Sirius couldn’t resist the fire of passion in her eyes, in the way her hands moved emphatically, small and strong, and how her chest rose and fell quickly, drawing in deep ragged breaths. The flush of anger and fear and disappointment in her cheeks made his cock stir for the first time in years, and as she opened her mouth to yell some more, he imagined, for a second, her young, fresh, soft skin, on her knees, on the dusty ground, with her pink lips wrapped around his hard cock, moaning in appreciation, with the same passion as she was displaying now in protecting her friends. He glanced over at Remus and saw how deep the sadness of that night, and all those nights following, had affected his remaining best friend, how the grey hair was sprinkled a little heavier than it had been, in the scars on his face and the bags under his eyes. His cock twitched in the memory of the days when the two canines would frolic, would rut like the animals they were, would fuck each other mercilessly in this very room. He could feel the colour rising in his cheeks, and was torn from his distracting musings by Harry’s sharp yell, something about Dumbledore…?

Later, after Pettigrew had emerged from his rat shape, and all minds were boggled in their own way as to how fucking complicated and hopeless this whole scenario was, Hermione stepped forward in her own polite calm way and addressed him as Mr Black. He wanted to say he wasn’t Mr Black, that was his father, but his father was dead, presumably in hell, like the majority of Sirius’ fucked up family while he’d wasted away in Azkaban. He looked at her like she was from another world, an ethereal angel with dusty hair, a smudged face and a frown on her young sweet face. He focused on her question; for fear that focussing on her body would cause unnecessary distraction at this point in time. However, when Pettigrew, snivelling for his worthless life on his knees in the dirt, crawled towards Hermione, grabbed at her robes and made her eyes bright with fear and revulsion, Sirius’ mind cleared and he was about to deal the killing blow then and there, when Pettigrew spoke to Harry, begging salvation from the boy who’s parents he’d killed, sparking a torrent of rage in Sirius that overpowered the calm intensity of his sudden desire to protect the girl he’d just met.

The furore over with, there was only the procession of the motley crew through the tunnel, back to Hogwarts. As Remus tied up Pettigrew, and Harry and Ron chatted, distracting Ron from his aching broken leg, Sirius took a glance in a broken mirror, a small part of his devil-may-care attitude breaking through for the first time in years. When he saw his gaunt face, straggly dirty hair and haunted eyes, he hurriedly averted his gaze, immediately downcast at the truth in the mirror. He was so engrossed in his own melancholy that it was not until a small hand tentatively touching his that he noticed that she, Hermione, was in front of him. With a frown, followed by a look of determination, she raised he wand to his face. His eyes widened and he jerked away from her so fast that he nearly tripped himself over her in his hurry to get away. Steadfast, seemingly ignoring his obvious fear, she strode towards him, grasped his stubble-ridden chin in her firm left hand, raised her wand, aimed, and cast Scorgify! Sirius blinked.

He raised his eyebrows at Harry and Ron in askance, as they were laughing at his expression. In turn, Sirius laughed, as Hermione cast the same charm on Harry, Ron, Remus and herself without hesitation. While the other three were still slightly befuddled by Hermione’s antics, Sirius looked again in the mirror. His face was still thin, but looked younger without the dirty beard, and the stubble that remained was attractive, as was the small sparkle that remained in his eye and at his mouth, all because of the girl in front of him. Barely registering anything other than the fact that he could think of no other way to say thank you better, he leant forward and drawing her chin up in his large hand, planted a firm, soft kiss on her upturned mouth.

So soft, so sweet, so so much that Sirius had missed for so many years came flooding back to him in an instant. All the physical, sensual, needs and desires of a man took hold of the empty shell of his mind and drove him to take more and more, more than just an innocent’s first kiss. Delving his hands into her hair, he ignored gasps and protests floating around his head as he brought her closer to him, kissing her small sweet mouth with all the lust that his body felt. His cock was hard, as her small hands fought him, and he rubbed it against her small body as she melted against him, her newly awakened sense of passion-play drawing her to him, incapable of resisting. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, holding onto her from her arse, wrapped up in those tight jeans. Oblivious to anything but her small body, her breasts brushed against his arm, he couldn’t stop himself from almost automatically, even though it had been more than twelve years, reaching up to undo her bra, yanking the thin material away, pulling up the hem of her T shirt to display her perky bouncy young lush tits in his face, but also exposed to everyone in the room. Hermione was oblivious, for possibly the first time in her life. She was drunk on the power of this man, who held her like she was a china doll, and forced his way onto her, and took her without a care. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her face, caressed her breasts, her back and squeezed her arse in a fashion so demanding that she had no choice but to relinquish her control over her body and lay herself down to be taken by this dark haired, haunted man. As his mouth suckled her small breasts, Hermione moaned, having never felt so much intense pleasure, she nearly cried for the feeling to never end.

Sirius Black was rock hard. This angel in his arms was moaning like a whore and he wanted more. He wanted all of it, all of her, now. He pulled her top off completely, savouring the sight of her pale flesh, never seen nor touched by man before. Knowing better than to scar the child with his gaunt chest, prison and pre-prison tattoos and the scars from the beatings of the human guards, he pushed her against the wall, and quickly unbuttoned, unzipped and drew off her jeans, with panties to expose her wet, neat, very nearly hairless pussy to him and to the room. She cried out at the sudden exposure of her body, both hot and cold at once, both glorified at being naked outside her room and horrified at being naked in front of a man. But before she could think about anything, his head was between her legs, his long tongue lapping up her juices from arse crack to clitoris over and over and over, barely brushing over the entrance to her pussy, and just glancing over the tip of her clit, which sent an electric current through her body that made her shudder and scream. With one hand, Sirius let his cock free from his trousers, glad to see there was nothing wrong with it’s mechanics after so long, even more glad when her small hand followed his around the shaft and gave it a soft rub. Here, he nearly jerked her away, too sensitive to the innocent touch of a young girl.

Before he could say anything, she had shrugged her way out of his grasp, onto the floor, and with perfect innocence, knelt in front of him, took his thick cock in her hand, and rubbed it. He yelled, unable to control the intensity of the first time in so many years, and he groaned in pure and utter amazement as she brought the tip of her pink tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum there. Without any nudges, she took the first few inches of his cock into her mouth, wrapped her lips firmly around the shaft, used her tongue to lick his cock, and used her hand to rub the rest that she could not swallow. With no control over her movements, Sirius expected to scream from pain of teeth or nails before he screamed from coming, but the sight of her young naked body, her bouncing tits, her fist wanking his cock, her mouth sucking him off, the feel of her tongue on the head of his cock, was enough to make the man scream and come, finally giving into the urge of holding her head in his hands and fucking her face hard, jerking his hips, striving for that goal. With a final gasp, he pulled out of her mouth which was full of cum, dripping onto her tits, and squirted onto her hair.

He was shuddering and shaking, completely amazed at what she had done for him, leaning against the wall for support, whilst stroking her hair and back, wiping some of the spunk away, watching her taste some of the rest. He was exhausted, having not come so hard since she was a baby, and just as that thought crossed his mind, another yell made its way through his consciousness.

"You fucking stupid, fucking blithering, wanking shitface, Sirius Black!" Huh. "What the bloody fucking hell where you thinking? Are you thinking at all? Merlin’s bloody bloated balls, you fucking eegit!" Hmm, sounds familiar. "Moony..?" "Yes Moony, you fucking wanking horny bastard!" "What?" "I’ll give you what; you nearly fucking screwed a third year, Sirius! You didn’t fuck them when you were their age; why the fuck would you do so now, when you’re nearly thirty years older, huh? Fucking horny bastard…"

"Right, well, I guess it’s up to me, as usual, to clean up your messes, huh? More in this case than usual, have to say, been pent up all alone in prison, huh? Oh well, right." Huh.

Rather quickly, with a scary efficiency, Remus cleaned up and dressed Hermione and Sirius, Obliviated the three teens, and Snape and Pettigrew, just in case, and set the group on their way as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary.


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