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The summer of 1994 marked a turning point for Hermione, Harry and Ron. They were taken to the Quidditch World Cup by Mr. Weasley, where Death Eaters attacked the campsite, so after that, they resided the remaining time of the holiday at Grimmauld Place. Hermione went home to her parents for a few weeks, but she found herself drawn back to the magical world. So when she received Ron's letter, she was overjoyed at the prospect of returning. She's never been to Grimmauld Place before, and the excitement of the unknown filled her with a nervous energy. She was excited to meet Sirius Black again, the man, Harry's godfather, who'd been falsely accused of being a traitor and was now revealed to be an innocent man, a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Hermione arrived at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, with her heart racing. Her eyes were widening at the sight that greeted her. The entry hall was adorned with peculiar ornaments, including taxidermied house elves and creepy portraits that seemed to watch her every move. The toll-legged umbrella holders stood as silent sentinels and the beheaded house elves... their beady eyes glinting in the dimly lit room. A shiver ran down her spine, but her fears dissolved into nothingness when she remembered, Harry and Sirius were waiting for her.

She was eager to see Sirius again, having only met him briefly during her third year at Hogwarts. He'd been a hero to her, a symbol of courage in the face of injustice. 

"Fred said this house used to belong to Sirius's dreadful parents." Ron explained, excitement in his voice as they stepped into the gloomy hallway. "Imagine growing up here, huh?"

Hermione couldn't. Her muggle parents had always been supportive of her, and she had a hard time envisioning the kind of childhood that Sirius had. 

"Now it's a safe house, and we get to stay here while my parents and Percy visit Charlie in Romania." Ron continued, leading the way to the kitchen where Harry and Sirius were playing wizard's chess.

Sirius looked up as they entered, his piercing gaze meeting hers. A warm smile spread across his face, making the room seem a little less gloomy. 

When she saw him, she was surprised by the depth of her attraction. His piercing blue eyes and roguish smile made her stomach flutter in a way she'd never felt before. He cleaned up well, his raven-black hair now tidily trimmed, framing his handsome face, accentuating his striking features. He finally looked his age, maybe even younger... definitely younger, than thirty-five. His eyes were filled with an intensity and mischief that she found utterly captivating.

"Behold the brightest witch of our age." Sirius teased, his voice laced with gratitude as he enveloped her in a warm hug.

Hermione's cheeks flushed crimson, her heart pounding in her chest, as his nice scent filled her nostrils.

"I'm so grateful for what you did for me, Kitten." Sirius murmured, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I'm forever in debt with you."

Hermione's blush deepened, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

"It's good to see you again, Sirius. You look so much better than the last time we met." Hermione said, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.

Sirius chuckled, his laugh a rich, deep sound that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the room. 

"Some soap, water, food, sleep and a few charms can work wonders on a tormented wizard, Hermione." Sirius chuckled playfully, even though his eyes were filled with gratitude. "Buckbeak and I have been hiding out here. He hates my small garden, so he usually flies away at night, when no one can see him." Sirius explained, making the room feel a bit more light-hearted.

"I'm happy you're feeling better." Hermione said sincerely, taking a seat at the table and watching the chess game.

"Dumbledore turned this house into a safe haven, which I agreed to, of course, because we need more places like this in these dark times." Sirius spoke with a tint of sadness, reminding them all of the gravity of the situation outside.

The four of them spent the afternoon getting reacquainted, sharing stories of their time apart. Harry talked about his summer with the Dursleys, Ron regaled them with tales of his mischievous twin brothers, and Sirius spoke of his time in Azkaban. 

"It must have been terrible." Hermione whispered.

"The knowledge, I was innocent kept me going. I knew Peter screwed us over." Sirius said, his eyes darkening at the mention of Peter Pettigrew. "So I fought the dementors with all my being. And now, I'm free."

"Yes, you are." Harry said firmly, his loyalty to Sirius unwavering.

But as the evening wore on, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about Sirius, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. It was more than just his newfound freedom or his clean appearance; it was something deeper, something that seemed to resonate within her. She knew it was wrong to have a crush on Harry's godfather, but she couldn't help the way she felt.

As they sat around the table, sipping tea and talking, she found herself lost in his stories of his time at Hogwarts, his friendship with James, and his mischief with the Marauders. His eyes seemed to dance with every word he spoke, and she felt as if she was falling into them.

Moments later, Hermione found herself caught in Sirius's piercing gaze. For a moment, time stood still and an unspoken understanding passed between them.

"How are you? How was your time in the muggle world?" Sirius inquired, breaking the silence. "I know you needed a break after what happened at the World Cup and everything."

"Yeah, I definitely needed a break after everything, but I'm okay." Hermione replied, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "My parents worked a lot, especially my father, but we still managed to take a short trip to Spain. It was absolutely beautiful. But I missed the Wizarding World and, of course, the boys, so I decided to come here earlier than planned. Hope it's not a problem for you, of course."

A mischievous twinkle sparkled in Sirius's eyes.

"Well, we're glad to have you here, Kitten. As you already know, Dumbledore wants to turn this place into a safe house, but it's filled with dark magic left behind by my parents, my brother and my terrible cousins. You can help us to clean it up. And we have a library room too; I think organizing the books would be a suitable task for you."

Hermione's eyes widened with delight, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

"Thank you, Sirius. I would really enjoy that indeed."

***

One very stormy night, Hermione couldn't sleep, so she went downstairs to make herself a cup of tea; but she found Sirius in the kitchen, doing exactly the same thing.

"Couldn't sleep, Kitten?" Sirius asked, looking up from the teapot.

"No, I guess I have too much on my mind." Hermione admitted with a soft yawn, exhaustion evident in her voice. She shuffled towards the table and sank into the chair across from him. "Need help with that?"

A warm chuckle escaped Sirius's lips, resonating through the room.

"With tea? I think I can manage." He flashed her a playful smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "How do you like your tea?"

"Two sugars, little cream. Thank you." She replied softly, her voice carrying a hint of shyness.

As their eyes met, she felt herself getting lost in the depths of Sirius's beautiful silvery blue gaze, the intensity of his stare leaving her breathless.

"We haven't really had the chance to talk about what happened at the World Cup." Sirius spoke up, breaking the silence that had settled between them. "I talked with the boys about it, but it must have felt different for you."

A wave of unease washed over Hermione, her mind instantly transported back to the chaotic events of that night.

"Well, one of the Death Eaters chased me into the forest and if it wasn't for Cedric's dad, I probably would have been killed or raped or... you know... something worse, than death." She confessed, her words stumbling over each other as embarrassment crept into her voice.

Sirius's expression softened, sympathy and anger flickering across his face.

"You don't need to feel embarrassed about this, Hermione." He reassured her, his voice gentle yet firm. "Those wizards and witches are dreadful creatures."

Hermione's gaze dropped to the steaming cup of tea in front of her, the tendrils of warmth swirling and rising in the air. She reached out and took hold of the porcelain, her fingers trembling slightly. As Sirius handed her the cup, their skin brushed against each other, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.

"I know." She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I froze, you know? I couldn't reach for my wand fast enough... I just ran like a coward..." She trailed off, her voice filled with self-doubt and frustration.

"You did what you had to do to survive, Hermione. That's not cowardice." Sirius said with conviction. "You are only going to be fifteen." Sirius interjected, his voice gentle yet firm. "It's normal to be scared. You shouldn't blame yourself for how you reacted."

"Thank you." Hermione murmured, taking a sip of her tea, the warmth spreading through her body and calming her racing thoughts. "I just don't want to let anyone down."

Sirius leaned forward, his hand covering hers.

"You could never let us down, Hermione. You're braver than you give yourself credit for."

Their eyes locked again, and she felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the tea. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help it. The attraction was palpable, and she could feel it growing stronger by the second.

The warmth spread through her, seeping into her bones and soothing her weary soul.

"Thank you." She said softly, gratitude lacing her words. "This is exactly what I needed right now."

Sirius's eyes softened as he watched her, a warmth radiating from his gaze.

"Anytime, Kitten." He replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "And please don't beat yourself up. You are an amazing little witch, with a strength and courage that is beyond your years."

Hermione smiled gratefully, her eyes flickering with relief and admiration.

"Thanks, Sirius." She murmured, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

The weight of her fears seemed to momentarily lift as she basked in the warmth of his presence.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, their quietude enveloped by the comforting embrace of the dimly lit kitchen. The rain relentlessly pounded against the windowsill, casting shimmering droplets on the glass, while the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth provided a soothing symphony to their thoughts.

Sirius's gaze remained fixed on Hermione, his eyes filled with a concern.

"It looks as though the Dark Lord finally made his first move, doesn't it?" He mused, his voice carrying a sombre tone.

Hermione bit her lip, a surge of anxiety coursing through her veins.

"You think he could return." She stated, her words laced with a sense of certainty rather than doubt. It wasn't a question; it was an acknowledgment of the looming threat that haunted their lives.

"No one knows how, but yes, that's my fear." Sirius confirmed, his voice tinged with a touch of weariness.

He leaned back in his chair, his expression a mask of contemplation, his eyes never leaving Hermione's face.

"Yeah, mine too." Hermione whispered, her voice almost lost in the rhythmic drumming of the rain.

She instinctively pulled her legs up, hugging them close to her body, seeking comfort in the small gesture. Her restless fidgeting betrayed the turmoil that churned within her.

Sirius watched her intently, his gaze unswerving. He understood her unease, her fears, for they mirrored his own. With a gentle resolve, he reached forward, his hand coming to rest gently over hers. The touch was tender yet strong, a silent reassurance that they were not alone in this battle.

"There is no need to worry, Kitten." Sirius murmured, his voice a comforting caress against the stormy backdrop of their fears. "We will protect you. All of us. We won't let anyone hurt you."

As Hermione felt the weight of his hand on hers, a surge of conflicting emotions flooded her young heart. She couldn't deny the warmth and tingle that spread through her veins, igniting an ember of desire she had not yet fully comprehended. It was an inappropriate infatuation, harbouring feelings for her best friend's godfather and yet, the pull was undeniable.

Her gaze met Sirius's, their eyes locking in a moment of understanding. In that fleeting connection, Hermione sensed a deeper bond forming, one that transcended their roles and circumstances. It was a connection built on trust, shared fears and an unspoken promise to protect and support one another.

A blush crept onto Hermione's cheeks, a testament to the realization that she was falling, inexorably, for the older wizard. She tucked a strand of her unruly hair behind her ear, a nervous gesture that revealed her vulnerability.

Sirius's eyes softened, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. He too was aware of the budding emotions between them, but he understood the need for patience and caution. She was too young, at least at this moment. He knew he had to be patient, because it was inappropriate to like a barely fifteen years old witch, but he could help himself. The only thing he could do was to promise himself to keep it innocent until she reached a more appropriate age.

He was startled when something landed on his lap, causing him to look down. On his lap lay a familiar cat that looked disturbingly flat-faced and ginger and fluffy. Sirius's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he glanced from the peculiar feline to Hermione, who sat beside him with a sheepish smile on her face. He remembered the cat of course, Crookshanks helped him a lot during his time hiding out near Hogwarts.

"Sorry." She blushed, her voice carrying a hint of amusement and apology. "He's my cat, Crookshanks. He usually doesn't like people." She giggled.

Sirius couldn't help, but chuckle, his eyes flickering with amusement as he studied the cat.

"I remember him. He's a little flat-faced, but I guess he likes me. It's weird, most cats hate me because I'm a dog and everything." He frowned, his gaze still fixed on the unusual feline. "So I never really understood, why did he tolerate me?"

A smile stretched across Hermione's mouth, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She met Sirius's gaze, the playfulness dancing in her hazel eyes.

"It's a compliment. He usually really hates people, so you are special." She answered in a teasing manner, a faint trace of laughter creeping into her voice.

A broad grin formed on Sirius's face, a sight that Hermione found incredibly charming. But what captivated her even more was the small twinkle that glistened in his eyes, radiating warmth and affection. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Alright, well, he seems like a good lad. And he is very fond of you." He said, reaching out to scratch Crookshanks's ears, eliciting a contented purr from the feline.

As Sirius's fingers moved through the cat's fur, his gaze shifted towards Hermione, a hint of longing and affection glimmering within its depths. He knew he should stop staring, remind himself of the inappropriateness of his feelings, but her eyes held him captive. They were the most beautiful shade of hazel he had ever seen, shimmering with innocence and understanding.

Silence descended upon them once again, the air heavy with unspoken words and hidden desires. For some reason, despite their conversation earlier, neither of them wanted to break the spell that had fallen over them. The rain continued to drum against the windowsill, a soothing backdrop to their unspoken connection.

"I'm sorry." Hermione whispered, her voice barely audible above the rain.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper, the pink hues highlighting her delicate features.

"For what, Kitten?" Sirius asked, his voice soft and gentle.

"You know what, Sirius." She whispered, her voice filled with vulnerability.

Sirius's heart swelled, his gaze filled with tenderness as he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"I'm flattered that you like me, Hermione, but you know it's not appropriate for us to..." He trailed off, his voice filled with regret.

The silence stretched out between them, taut with unspoken words. Hermione nodded, understanding and regret flickering in her eyes.

"I know. I just..." She paused, taking a deep breath. "I just needed to tell you. To get it off my chest."

Sirius nodded, his hand lingering near her face for a moment before dropping back to the table.

"Thank you for telling me. It means a lot that you trust me with that." He said, his voice sincere.

With a heavy sigh, Hermione took another sip of her tea, the warmth of the liquid doing little to dispel the awkwardness that had settled over them.

"I know it's weird and probably wrong, but I can't help how I feel." She murmured, her voice filled with a sadness that made Sirius's heart ache.

"You're not wrong for feeling the way you do, Kitten. But we must be careful. For now, let's just enjoy our friendship and keep each other safe." He replied, his voice a gentle balm to her soul.

Hermione nodded, the warmth of his affection wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. 

"I want you to know that I found you amazing and beautiful too."

Hermione's eyes widened, surprise and warmth flooding her features. She looked down, her fingers nervously tracing the fabric of her skirt, her blush deepening.

"I... I don't know what to say." She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius's fingers gently tilted her chin, guiding her gaze back to meet his.

"If you can wait, and you still like me, even though I'm a broken man, I'll take you on a date when it's more appropriate." He promised, his voice filled with sincerity and a touch of vulnerability. "That's a promise, Kitten."

Hermione's eyes shimmered with hope, her heart fluttering with the weight of his words. She reached forward, her hand coming to rest over his, their fingers intertwining in a silent vow.

"I'll wait." She whispered, her voice filled with unflagging commitment. "And you are not broken, Sirius. You are a hero."

Sirius's smile grew, his eyes filled with warmth and gratitude.

"Thank you." He murmured, his thumb stroking her hand gently.

Their eyes remained locked, their bond growing stronger with each shared moment. The kitchen was a bubble of quiet understanding, a haven from the chaotic world outside, as they sat, holding onto the promise of a future they hoped to build together.

The storm outside grew more fierce, yet inside, the warmth of their connection seemed to grow stronger with every second that passed. It was a bond that neither of them could explain, but one that they knew was undeniable.

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A year later, Hermione and the boys found themselves at Grimmauld Place again less than three weeks after the holiday started. Dumbledore was not happy about Harry leaving the Dursley house, but he softened as soon as Mrs. Weasley, Sirius and Remus promised him to look after the trio, especially Harry.

Hermione spent many nights talking with Sirius, their conversations stretching into the early hours of the morning. They discussed everything from their favourite books to the darkening horizon of the Wizarding World. Each moment with him made her feelings grow stronger, and she knew that she was falling in love.

"You have no idea how refreshing it is to talk with somebody about anything and everything." Sirius confessed, his voice filled with gratitude. He leaned back in his seat, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It's been so long since I've had this kind of connection."

Hermione reached out, her hand finding, their fingers intertwining in a silent display of comfort and understanding.

"Azkaban was terrible, wasn't it?" She whispered, her voice barely above a breath; she could only begin to fathom the horrors Sirius had endured.

"I do not wish it on anyone." Sirius nodded, his eyes clouded with pain as the memories of his past resurfaced. He took a deep breath, his hand squeezing hers in a silent thank you for her understanding. "But I survived, and now I'm free." He continued, his voice filled with determination. "And I have you and Harry."

Hermione felt a lump form in her throat, her heart swelling with emotion. She knew that she had to keep her feelings hidden, for now, but the promise of a future together filled her young heart with hope.

Sirius leaned forward, his eyes searching hers. In that moment, as Hermione's hand still covered his, a sense of comfort washed over him, pushing the darkness away. And he allowed himself to forget about everything, if only for a brief moment, as he pulled Hermione into a tight embrace.

Hermione nestled close to his chest, her ear pressed against his heartbeat, finding solace in the steady rhythm that echoed through his chest. She breathed in his scent, a unique combination of leather, parchment, mint, sandalwood and something that was completely him. It wrapped around her like a warm embrace, comforting and familiar.

"Thank you for listening to me." He whispered, his voice laced with gratitude.

The simple gesture of gratitude caused a rush of emotions to rise inside Hermione. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection and understanding.

"Of course, Sirius, anytime." She replied simply, her voice filled with sincerity.

And then, leaning forward, she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, her lips lingering there longer than she thought they would.

A strange expression crossed Sirius's face, his eyes bright and shining with a certain intensity as his gaze bore into hers.

"You smell wonderful." He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching in her throat. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of desire and longing.

"So do you. Like mint and leather... and sandalwood." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Kitten." Sirius breathed, his voice full of yearning and regret.

Hermione's hand reached up, her fingers gently stroking his face, the touch feather-light and tender.

"We're doing nothing." She said softly, her voice filled with innocence and longing.

She bit her lip, a small, innocent gesture that belied the fire that burned within her.

"Please, Kitten, you know it's inappropriate." Sirius sighed.

"We're only doing innocent things." Hermione pointed out, her touch lingering on his cheek. "You don't need to apologize for being with me, because there is nothing wrong with being happy."

Sirius's resolve wavered, his heart torn between his own fears and the undeniable connection he felt with Hermione.

Sirius swallowed tightly, his throat constricting with pining and anguish. He stared into Hermione's hazel orbs, his own eyes filling with tears that threatened to spill over. It was a bittersweet moment, one filled with a deep sense of yearning and a realization that their connection was both undeniable and forbidden. This girl, this extraordinary young woman, had become a rare gift in his life, a beacon of light that he didn't want to lose, if only for the sake of his sanity.

A heavy sigh escaped Sirius's lips as he leaned forward, his heartache visible in the way his shoulders slumped. He pulled Hermione back into his arms, seeking comfort in the warmth of her embrace. His fingers trembled slightly as they traced gentle patterns on her back, his touch both hesitant and desperate.

"You deserve so much better than me." He whispered, his voice filled with self-doubt and vulnerability. "Someone younger and someone whole."

Hermione shook her head, her hands finding their place on his shoulders, holding onto him with a firmness that spoke volumes. Her touch was gentle yet resolute, her eyes filled with an unflagging belief in the goodness that resided within Sirius.

"Not true." She murmured, her voice a soft caress against his ear. "You're perfect as you are." Her words hung in the air, pregnant with meaning, as she took a moment to savour her next breath. Her gaze never wavered as she continued, her voice filled with unshakable conviction. "You're strong, loyal, kind and compassionate. You're a good man, Sirius Black, with a good heart. No matter what has happened, you deserve love and happiness just like anyone else."

Sirius couldn't help himself, his resolve crumbling as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. It was a moment of desperation, a despondent attempt to drown out the doubts and fears that lingered within him. His kisses were both gentle and intense, each touch filled with a hunger that couldn't be contained. Hermione melted into him, her body moulding against his as if they were two puzzle pieces finally finding their perfect fit. Her arms wrapped around him, her fingers tangling in his messy locks as he held onto her waist tightly, anchoring himself to the present moment.

Their lips moved together with a languid rhythm, a dance of emotions and desires that captivated them both. Time seemed to stand still as their passion intensified, their kisses growing more desperate and urgent with each passing second. And then, as if the world had momentarily forgotten them, their lips reluctantly parted, leaving them both breathless and craving for more.

Sirius cursed under his breath, the reality of their situation crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. He realized with a painful clarity that Hermione had somehow ended up in his lap, his undeniable erection pressing against her.

"Fuck, Hermione." He murmured against her ear, his voice laced with self-reproach and frustration. "We really shouldn't be doing this. It's not right. I shouldn't get... aroused by teenage girls."

Hermione gazed up at Sirius, her eyes darkening with desire as she watched his blue ones blaze with a fiery passion that mirrored her own. Her lips curved into a seductive smile, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"I know." She whispered, her breath hitching in her throat. "We shouldn't." Hermione's voice was breathless, her words a delicate admission of their forbidden desires. "But it's not wrong if I want you too." She continued, her voice filled with steadfastness and a touch of mischief. "No one needs to know."

A moment of intense silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken possibilities. Sirius's heart thundered in his chest as he grappled with the conflicting emotions that surged within him. He knew he should resist, he knew the consequences could be dire, but the magnetic pull between them was indisputable. And in that moment, as their gazes remained locked, he made a decision that would forever alter the course of their lives.

Hermione's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her, their bodies pressed together in an intoxicating embrace. The air crackled with electricity as they shared a wordless understanding, a silent agreement to indulge in the forbidden, if only for a fleeting moment. But then, with a heavy heart, Sirius gently untangled himself from Hermione's embrace, his eyes filled with craving and regret.

"Hermione, please..." He pleaded desperately. "I haven't been with a witch for thirteen years... and I can't take you, not yet." His words hung in the air, heavy with unfulfilled desires and a promise of restraint.

Hermione nodded, her eyes shimmering with understanding and sadness. She got off his lap, her movements graceful yet tinged with a sense of longing. Slowly, she settled back into her seat, her gaze never leaving Sirius.

"I understand." She whispered, her voice filled with a quiet acceptance of the situation.

The room was filled with an awkward silence, the air thick with the weight of their unspoken emotions. They sat there, mere inches apart, their eyes speaking volumes of what their lips could not. It was a moment of profound connection, one that transcended the boundaries of their friendship.

"Don't get me wrong, Hermione. I want nothing more than to be with you." Sirius murmured, his voice filled with a raw yearning that made Hermione's heart ache. "But I can't. You deserve to experience love without the burden of my past, without the shadow of what I've become."

Hermione reached out, her hand covering his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Your past doesn't defy who you are, Sirius." She said softly. "It shapes you, but it doesn't define you."

Sirius stared at their interlocked hands, his thumb tracing small circles on her palm.

"I'm twenty years older than you." He said, his voice tight with emotion. "And a convicted murderer."

"You're not." Hermione corrected him firmly. "You were falsely accused. And age is just a number."

Their eyes met again, a silent conversation passing between them.

"I know you're right." Sirius nodded. "But I need to make sure that you're ready, that you understand what you're getting into."

Hermione took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his.

"I understand. And I'll wait."

The promise in her eyes was enough to make Sirius's heart swell with hope and love. He knew that he would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant enduring the agonizing wait.

"Thank you, Hermione." He murmured, his voice thick with gratitude. "I won't let you down."

Their conversation shifted, moving into more mundane topics as they both sought to dispel the tension that had coiled around them. But beneath the surface, the undercurrent of their emotions remained, a secret they both cherished and feared.

The night grew late, and the rain outside turned into a gentle patter as the storm began to wane. They talked until the candles flickered low, their shadows dancing on the walls. As Hermione finally stood to leave, Sirius walked her to her room, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back.

"Goodnight, Kitten." He whispered, his voice gruff with unspoken emotions as he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Hermione turned to face him, her eyes searching for his one last time before she whispered: "Goodnight, Sirius."

Their gazes held for a beat longer, before she slipped into her room, leaving Sirius standing in the hallway, his hand still lingering on the cool wood of her door frame. He knew he had made the right decision, but the ache in his heart told him it was going to be one of the most difficult battles he had ever fought.

***

Two weeks had passed since that fateful night, but the tension between Sirius and Hermione had only grown stronger. It seemed as though their shared moment of restraint had only fuelled their desire, making their encounters increasingly bittersweet. Late one night, when the moon cast its ethereal glow across the kitchen, Hermione found herself overwhelmed by her fears and anxieties. Tears streamed down her face as she sat alone at the kitchen table, her heart heavy with the weight of her worries.

But then, as if on cue, Sirius appeared in the doorway, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of Hermione's fragile form hunched over in despair. Without hesitation, he crossed the room in long strides, his heart aching at the sight of her tears. Without a word, he pulled her into his lap, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace.

"What's wrong, Kitten?" Sirius's voice was soft, his touch gentle as he stroked her back. He pressed a tender kiss against the top of her head, his grip tightening around her as if afraid of letting go. "Was it another nightmare?"

Hermione shook her head, her sobs making it difficult for her to speak. She clung to Sirius, seeking comfort in his presence, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

He sighed heavily, his hold on her growing tighter as he pulled her even closer against his chest. His arm curved protectively across her trembling form, offering her a shield against the world.

"Tell me what happened, Kitten." Sirius urged, his voice full of genuine concern. "I'm here for you, Hermione. You don't have to face this alone."

"I'm just overwhelmed, that's all." Hermione finally managed to say between her tears. "I'm worried about the flashes Harry has been having again, about the Death Eaters, about Voldemort." Her voice quivered with fear, the weight of the Wizarding World's troubles resting heavily on her young shoulders.

Sirius closed his eyes, his heart breaking for the girl in his arms. He knew the dangers that lay ahead, the battles that needed to be fought and the sacrifices that would be demanded of them all. But he also knew that their forbidden connection could only bring them more pain in the long run.

"We still shouldn't be doing this." Sirius pointed out, his gaze meeting Hermione's. "If we keep going at this pace, we won't be able to stop ourselves."

Hermione looked up at him, her hazel eyes filled with longing. She reached up, her hands gently cupping his face, her touch both tender and resolved.

"I know." She whispered, her voice barely a breath. "I know it's wrong, but it's so hard to fight these feelings." Her voice trembled with a vulnerability that Sirius couldn't ignore.

Sirius kissed the tip of her nose.

"I know." He replied gently, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "But you're too young for me now, Hermione... legally speaking. I know you're mature for your age and you have no idea how much I want you, but... think about what Harry would think? We can't risk hurting him."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering with a mix of emotions. But then, with a newfound persistence, she grabbed Sirius' face gently with both her hands, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through his veins.

"Please, kiss me, Sirius." She whispered. "I promise I won't tell anyone, I just... I need to feel you holding me and kissing me... and..." She shuddered at the thought of being without it, and the realization brought a rush of warmth through her, a surge of lust coursing through her blood. "Can't we at least just stay like this for a while? Can you hold me some more?"

Her eyes were pleading with him now and Sirius felt a sudden urge to bend her over the wooden table in the kitchen and take his pleasure from her.

"I want you, Kitten, but I haven't touched a woman in thirteen years, and it's so hard to restrain my desire for you. You have no idea what your smell does to me, and I'm not talking about your sweet vanilla and jasmine scent, I'm talking about your desire, the wetness gushing in your panties, whenever I hold you in my lap... I want to be a gentleman, someone who's not a fucking pervert, but I can't help how much I crave you, little witch."

"That's okay." Hermione whispered. "You're allowed to fantasize a little bit, Sirius." Hermione's voice was breathy, husky and full of heat as she stared deeply into his silvery orbs. A small smile flickered across her lips. "I fantasize about you every night, too."

Their eyes remained locked, the tension between them thick and palpable. And then, with a low groan, Sirius's willpower shattered like fine china.

"Don't be cruel, Kitten." Sirius groaned, his growing erection poking her belly. "It doesn't matter if you fantasize about me touching you and making love to you, I'm not going to give it to you." His tone grew stern, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I can't."

"I know it's not appropriate, but I... I don't care." Hermione breathed, her eyes burning with a passion that matched his own. "I need you, Sirius."

Her words hit him like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, he was lost to the tempest of desire that surged through him. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, feeling her nipples pebble under his touch.

Hermione moaned into his mouth, her body arching towards him as she grinded against his hard cock, desperate for relief from the ache that had been building between her legs for so long.

Sirius's mind swam with a heady mix of pleasure and guilt. He knew he should stop, knew that this was wrong, but the way Hermione responded to his touch made it impossible for him to pull away.

"Hermione..." Sirius groaned. "Please don't torture me... please I want to be a decent wizard, but if you're keep grinding on my cock... I can't make promises." His voice cracked, betraying his inner torment, and Hermione took full advantage of the moment to press even harder against him, bringing their pulsing desire crashing together through their clothing.

With a low groan, Sirius grabbed Hermione's ass with both of his hands.

"You really want me? An old and broken man? You want me to take you, even though it's inappropriate? You're crazy, Kitten... and so fucking beautiful." His words were thick with emotion, as he thrust up to her cotton covered pussy, under her thin summer dress, making her cry out in delight.

His fingers curled tightly around her ass cheek, pulling her closer and giving her a quick kiss before he started moving again, the friction of the action causing his entire body to tense, ready to burst forth at any moment. With each thrust he pushed himself farther up to her, driving them towards the edge.

"Imagine if we were doing this naked. Merlin, you feel so good against me." He groaned. "We shouldn't be doing this. This is not innocent anymore, Kitten." He paused abruptly in his motions, his breathing ragged. "Do you know why, little witch? Because we're fucking each other. Even if we're both clothed, it is still sex."

"It feels so good, Sirius." Hermione cried out, her body rocking against his as they continued to rock together in an endless rhythm. "Just let it go for a while, let yourself get lost in the sensations."

Sirius groaned and thrust up to her pussy harder through his jeans.

"I'm going to cum inside my pants like a teenager." He cried out in frustration. "Damn it!"

"Then do it!" Hermione gasped, arching her hips as he pounded up to her pussy, hitting her clit perfectly through her panties. "I'm going to... come too."

And with those words, both of them erupted into wild bursts of passion, their bodies surging forward together, their hands clawed desperately at each other's backs as they spilled their hearts and souls out through the fabric covering their skin.

Afterwards they lay wrapped in each other's arms, staring into one another's eyes, neither willing to relinquish control to the other.

"There's no going back, my little witch." Sirius whispered.

"Next time we're going to be naked." Hermione purred and kissed his neck.

"I'm not going to take you until you're seventeen." Sirius shook his head.

Hermione bit her lips.

"How about oral sex?" She offered coyly.

"You little minx." Sirius groaned. "I'd die to taste your little pussy, your musk is intoxicating my senses even through your panties. But you're not even sixteen yet, it's not normal for a wizard at my age to crave witches... well your age."

"Sirius, I'm not a little girl, if we count the time I used the time turner, I'm at least a year older than my real age, besides soon I'll be sixteen. Please don't send me away." Hermione pleaded softly, reaching up, her slender finger stroking his jaw as she gave him her best pout. "Don't you crave me?"

"Don't try to manipulate me, Kitten. Of course I crave you. I want to eat your pussy and then feel your puffy lips around my cock, but we cannot be doing this." Sirius growled, closing his eyes briefly as his thoughts began to wander once more.

"Please?" Hermione asked, leaning her body into his, her soft breasts brushing against his chest. "Please, Sirius?"

"No one can find out about this, not until you're of age." Sirius sighed in defeat.

"It will be our secret." Hermione whispered.

"If you let me lick your pussy, then I'm going to be addicted to you. I'm already addicted to you, Hermione. I've never felt anything like this for a witch ever. Like you were made for me." He sighed heavily, a look of sadness crossing his handsome face. "I want you, Kitten. Godric knows I've wanted you since last summer."

"Sirius?" She bit her lips. "I'm not a naive little girl. I can make decisions for myself and I really want you. I know it's not legal yet, and it's unusual, but I crave you. Not just my body, but my heart and my mind too. Don't send me away." She begged.

For a moment, Sirius said nothing. Then, he closed his eyes briefly, as though gathering strength. When he opened them again he looked down at Hermione, his eyes shining.

"Okay, then, Kitten. Let's make an arrangement of sorts: I'm not going to take your virginity until you're seventeen. We can do oral sex and some naked grinding, but I won't enter you... only with my fingers. You can tell me all your desires and I'll grant them as long as it's not my cock inside of you. And of course we can't tell anyone, especially Harry. Deal?" He said with a firm voice, but his expression was one of pure love and adoration.

"Deal. I know exactly what I'm getting into." Hermione agreed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you, Sirius. Thank you for understanding."

Sirius leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"Alright, Kitten. But if anyone finds out, it's going to be a scandal that'll shake the entire Wizarding World." He whispered, his voice filled with both love and fear.

"I know, but I trust you." Hermione answered, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"Are you fine with my terms, little one?"

"Yes, I accept all of them." Hermione smiled and kissed Sirius tenderly.

"Also another thing, you will be obedient. I don't want you to brat about me fucking you, no matter how horny you get, because I don't want to lose my mind and actually do it. Your virgin little pussy will stay virgin until you're seventeen."

"I accept, and I will be obedient." Hermione said softly.

"My obedient little girl?" Sirius smirked at her.

"Yes, Daddy." She whispered, and blushed as her fantasy left her mouth without thinking.

"Daddy? Merlin, it's so perverted, don't call me that please." Sirius chuckled, but his eyes were dark with desire.

"It's just my fantasy, but I understand if you're not into it." Hermione blushed.

"The problem is I'm completely into it, even though it makes me even more perverted." Sirius blushed too.

"Please, be my Daddy, Sirius." Hermione whimpered softly, placing her hand on the side of his neck and drawing him to her for another searing kiss. Sirius kissed her back slowly, sensually.

"I want nothing more, Kitten. But these fantasies will make things even more difficult. What other fantasies do you have?"

Hermione bit her lips.

"I really want you to spank my ass for being a bad girl? Also I really want you to lick my pussy, I dreamed about it for so long."

Sirius chuckled, his hands moving down to cup her cheeks.

"As your Daddy, I'll spank your little ass whenever you're naughty." He kissed her again, this time with a gentle passion that left her breathless. "What else do you crave, Kitten?"

"I want you to be my Daddy. I want to be cradled and cherished. I don't even know why I have this fantasy. I just... you make me feel safe, Sirius."

"You're safe here with me, I promise." He said gently, his arm snaking its way around her waist and pulling her close. "I will be your Daddy, Princess, but no one can know about it, okay?"

"I've already agreed to this, Daddy." Hermione giggled and leaned into his embrace. "But I want to feel you inside of me, even if it's just your fingers."

Sirius's eyes darkened with lust.

"You're going to be the death of me, Kitten." He murmured, his voice low and gruff. "Ask your Daddy to take you to his room and finally lick your pussy. I can't believe I'm doing this."

Hermione nodded eagerly.

"Daddy, please take me to your room and lick my pussy?" She whispered, her eyes wide with excitement.

Sirius's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Beg me for it, Kitten. Tell me how much you need it." He whispered, his voice thick with desire.

"Daddy, please, I need it so badly. I've been dreaming about your tongue on me for months now. Please, make my dream come true." Hermione begged, her voice trembling with need.

With a smoldering look, Sirius stood, pulling her to her feet.

"Tell Daddy more, Princess." He demanded, his voice gruff. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"Daddy, I want you to spread my legs and lick my pussy until I come all over your face. And then, I want you to spank me, because I've been so naughty for wanting it." Hermione whispered, her cheeks flaming.

Sirius groaned, his self-control slipping.

"Alright, Kitten. But remember, this is our little secret." He murmured and lifted Hermione in his arms, before he went up with her to his bedroom. 

***

He placed her on his bed before crawling on top of her, his lips connecting with hers in an instant and his tongue entered her mouth. His hands roamed everywhere, sliding under her shirt, caressing her soft skin and cupping her full breasts. Hermione moaned into the kiss, her hips moving restlessly beneath him.

Sirius kissed down her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, causing Hermione to arch her back and gasp. His hands slipped down her body, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs, along with her panties.

Hermione laid bare before him, her skin flushed with desire. He took in the sight of her, his eyes lingering on the neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair that protected her sweet young pussy. He leaned down and kissed her stomach before moving to her thighs, kissing and licking his way to her center.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his hot breath on her sensitive skin.

"Oh, Daddy." She moaned, her hands fisting in the bedsheets.

"You taste so sweet, Kitten." He murmured, his tongue flicking out to tease her clit.

Her hips bucked, and she cried out as he began to lick her in earnest, his tongue circling and flicking her sensitive bud. She felt herself getting wetter with every pass, her body begging for more.

Sirius groaned, his cock straining against his pants. He pushed her legs further apart and buried his face between her thighs, his tongue delving into her wetness and exploring every inch of her.

Hermione's moans grew louder as she felt herself approaching climax. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pushing him closer, her hips moving in sync with his tongue.

"Daddy, Daddy, I'm going to come!" She screamed out.

"Look at your perfect pink pussy, Kitten. You're going to come for Daddy, aren't you?" He said, his voice muffled by her folds.

Hermione could only nod, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

Sirius's tongue grew more insistent, licking and sucking until she couldn't take it anymore. Her body tensed, and she screamed out his name as she came, her juices spilling onto his face and into his mouth.

He lapped her up, savoring the taste of her innocence. When she had calmed down, he looked up at her, a proud grin on his face.

"Good girl, Kitten. You're so beautiful when you come."

Hermione felt a thrill run through her as she saw the lust in his eyes. It was a powerful feeling, knowing that she could reduce a man like Sirius to this state.

"Thank you, Daddy." She whispered, her voice hoarse from her screams.

"You're welcome, baby girl. Now, for your spanking." He said, his voice low and firm.

Hermione nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Sirius positioned her over his knee, her bare bottom exposed. He raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp smack, making her yelp.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Kitten, haven't you?" He asked, his voice stern.

"Yes, Daddy." Hermione replied, her voice shaking with excitement.

Sirius continued to spank her, his hand coming down in a steady rhythm that had her wriggling and crying out with each smack. Her bottom was turning a delicate shade of pink, and she could feel the sting of his hand, but she didn't want him to stop.

"You like that, don't you?" He murmured, his hand pausing in mid-air.

"Yes, Daddy, I do." Hermione moaned, her voice filled with need.

Sirius chuckled and continued, his hand coming down harder and faster until she was begging for mercy. When he finally stopped, she was panting and her bottom was a beautiful shade of red.

"Kneel on the bed, Kitten." He ordered.

Hermione complied, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm and the sting of his spanking.

Sirius stood up and stripped off his clothes, revealing his long, hard cock. Hermione couldn't help, but stare, her mouth watering at the sight.

"Now, Daddy wants you to suck him off, like a good girl."

"It's so big!" Hermione exclaimed, her voice filled with fear and excitement.

Sirius chuckled.

"You can do it, Kitten. Just take it slow." He said, guiding her head closer to his cock.

Her eyes widened as she took him into her mouth, her tongue tentatively exploring his head.

"That's it, baby girl. Take it slow and easy." He instructed, his voice gentle.

Hermione did as she was told, her cheeks hollowing out as she took more of him into her mouth. She could feel him getting harder, and she was surprised by how much she enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her.

He groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her movements.

"Just like that, Kitten. You're doing so good."

Her eyes watered as she took more and more of him, but she didn't stop. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.

Sirius's hips began to rock, fucking her mouth with increasing speed. He was close, she could feel it.

"Swallow it all, Kitten. Every drop." He grunted, his voice strained.

And with that, he came, filling her mouth with his hot seed. Hermione did as she was told, swallowing every drop.

When he had finished, he pulled her up into his arms, his kisses gentle and loving.

"You're amazing, Kitten." He murmured against her hair.

Hermione snuggled into his embrace, feeling happier than she had in a very long time.

Sirius held her tight, his heart pounding with the reality of what they had done. But he knew that he would never regret this night, for it had brought him closer to the witch he had come to love so deeply.

His hands explored her young body, tracing the curves and valleys. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his breath warm and comforting.

"I love you, Kitten." He murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion.

"I love you too, Daddy." She whispered back, her voice filled with all the love and devotion she felt for him.

Sirius traced her cheek with his thumb, his heart swelling with affection.

"We'll face whatever comes our way together." He promised, his voice strong and steady.

Hermione nodded, a serene smile gracing her lips.

"Together." She echoed, her voice filled with certainty.

Sirius softly tracked the swell of her breasts with his hands, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, which had hardened into tight peaks.

Hermione's breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

"You have wonderful tits, Hermione. Can I suck your nipples?" He said huskily and ran his rough palms over her stomach, kissing her softly between every word. "Can I do that?"

"Yes, Daddy." Hermione nodded eagerly. "Please tease my nipples."

He leaned down and nibbled one of her nipples, making her cry out softly before he sucked the same nipple, teasing and licking, leaving Hermione wet with desire. Finally, he took her other breast into his warm mouth and lightly sucked her nipple, causing Hermione to throw her head back in pleasure and arch her back.

"God, it feels so nice, Sirius." Her voice was breathless and hoarse.

"I know." He murmured and laid her back, then moved his hot mouth across her smooth belly, nuzzling her with affectionate kisses as he licked her soft skin.

He kissed her thighs before settling his mouth against her wet, swollen folds.

"Please, Daddy." Hermione whimpered, her body begging for release.

"Not yet, Kitten. Let your Daddy play with you for a while. He hasn't played with any witch for so long." He said, and lightly tapped her clit with the pad of his finger, making her shiver with pure ecstasy. "You need more, Kitten?"

"More, Daddy." Hermione cried.

"Not yet. Tell me how you play with yourself when you fantasize about me." He said, as he placed soft kisses around her mound and on her thighs, while he stroked her pussy lips, making her frustrated with need. "Tell me what you do when you fantasize about me playing with you." He whispered, running his index finger over the sensitive opening, watching Hermione's breathing quicken as she writhed beneath him.

"I circle my clit, Daddy." She sobbed and squirmed underneath him. "Then I rub it fast to reach an orgasm."

"So that is what you do?" Sirius smiled.

"Uh huh." Hermione nodded quickly, her eyes rolling back as he tapped her clit twice, barely touching her, just enough to tease her. "More, Daddy."

He did so once more, rubbing his thumb over her clitoris before continuing his soft strokes along her pussy lips.

"Now spread your legs wider. Show Daddy your pretty pussy, Princess." Sirius commanded gently.

Hermione obeyed, her legs falling apart as if they were made of jelly, exposing her fully to him.

Sirius took his time to admire her pink folds glistening with need. Her neatly trimmed bush was wet and inviting.

He leaned down and kissed her clit, making Hermione's body jerk in response.

"Oh Daddy!" She cried out, her eyes flying open. "More."

"Patience, baby girl." He smirked.

He playfully grabbed her pubic hair and softly pulled on it, making her whimper.

"You trimmed your hair with magic?" He frowned.

"Yes, Daddy. I like to keep my lips and my hole clean, so... you know, my monthly little problem is cleaner." She blushed

"You can say menstruation, I'm a man, not a boy." Sirius assured.

"Yes, I like to get through my menstruation with a clean pussy." Hermione whispered.

"Good girl, always say what you mean." He said, and then his nose grazed her clit, as he smelled her pussy. "You smell delightful, Kitten." He murmured before his tongue darted out to taste her deeper.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as his tongue swiped over her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Oh, Daddy. Yes. Yes." She panted, her hands gripping the sheets.

Sirius licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her clit as he inserted a finger into her wetness.

Hermione's hips bucked, and she moaned louder as he moved his finger in and out, his mouth never leaving her sensitive bud.

"Please make me come, Daddy... it feels so good, Sirius!"

Hermione was in heaven, the only feeling she had at that moment was euphoria. It was all new, exciting and she was lost in a dreamy haze, when suddenly he stopped and lifted his head.

"Spread your pussy lips." He said softly.

"What?" Hermione blushed.

"You heard me, Hermione. Spread them for me so I can taste you even better." He said, his voice low and demanding.

Her cheeks burning, Hermione did as he said, using her fingers to open herself up to him.

Sirius's eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy, exposed and vulnerable.

With a growl of desire, he dove back in, his tongue lashing her clit with renewed vigor.

Hermione's body responded immediately, her walls clenching around his finger as she rode the wave of pleasure.

"Oh, God, Daddy, just keep going, it's so fucking good." 

"You're a kinky little witch. Keep begging me and I'm going to keep licking you. I promise. Now spread your pussy lips wider. Show me your perfect little clit." He ordered.

Hermione spread her pussy lips as wide as she could, allowing him access to her sex and she whimpered when she felt his tongue moving in circles. He kept licking and circling her clit, occasionally dipping his finger inside her pussy gently, only probing her. Then when she started to whimper even more, he sucked her clit between his lips, making her cry out his name as she came undone right there in front of him. Her fingers tangled into his longer hair, pushing his face closer to her pussy.

"Please keep licking me, Sirius. I can feel another one is approaching. Your tongue is a miracle."

"That's because you're so damned juicy and delicious." He growled and pushed two fingers inside her, moving them in and out in a rhythm that had her panting.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the orgasm building, stronger than before.

"Daddy, I'm going to come again. Please, don't stop!" She begged.

Sirius didn't stop, his tongue working her clit as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot that made her body spasm with pleasure.

With a scream of pure ecstasy, Hermione climaxed again, her juices coating his chin and mouth.

Sirius sat up, licking his lips and smiling at her with pure satisfaction.

"You taste exquisite, Kitten." He murmured.

Hermione's face was flushed, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her orgasm.

"Your turn again." She whispered. Sirius chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I can't move, please kneel above my head and let me suck you."

Without hesitation, Sirius knelt about her face, his cock standing proud and leaking precum.

"Your cock is beautiful, Sirius." Hermione said and kissed his tip before swirling her tongue around the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum.

He groaned, his hands coming up to thread through her hair, guiding her as she took him deeper into her mouth.

Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around him in a way that made him want to thrust deeper.

"Oh, Hermione, your mouth feels so good." He groaned, his hips bucking slightly.

Hermione took him deeper, her eyes watering slightly as she hit the back of her throat, but she didn't stop, determined to give him the same pleasure he had given her.

"Fuck." He groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "Good job, Princess... mmmm, that feels good... just suck it, Kitten, make your Daddy feel good." Sirius moaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

Hermione bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him hard, her tongue flicking along the underside of his cock.

Sirius watched her, his eyes hooded with lust as she took him in deeper, her throat muscles contracting around him.

He could feel his orgasm building, his cock swelling even further in her mouth.

"I'm going to come." He warned her, his voice thick with passion.

Hermione nodded, her eyes locked on his, and she didn't pull away. She loved the sounds that fell from his mouth each time she swirled her tongue around his sensitive tip or slurped around him. 

"Merlin, I'm going to come, Hermione!"

Sirius let out a roar as he came, his cock pulsing in her mouth as she swallowed every drop.

He slumped back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're amazing, Kitten." He murmured, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction.

Sirius couldn't resist her. He pulled her into his arms, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss.

As they lay together in silence, listening to their heartbeats, Hermione reached out and traced one of his many tattoos, admiring the intricate designs and words. She felt her eyelids grow heavy with tiredness as sleep claimed her.

"Sweet dreams, my perfect little witch." Sirius murmured and gently caressed her cheek.

"Please... don't let me go." Hermione asked with a yawn.

"I'll hold you through the night, I promise." Sirius grinned.

"You are the best Daddy a girl could ask for." She mumbled.

"And you are the best little Princess a Daddy can ask for, Hermione."

"I am yours." She sighed in contentment. "I love you, Daddy."

"And I love you very much, my little Princess. But let us sleep now, you must be exhausted."

"Goodnight, Sirius." She yawned.

"Goodnight, Kitten." Sirius said back softly before placing kisses on her forehead and closing his eyes.

Hermione closed her eyes as well, and allowed herself to drift away. A smile graced her soft lips, for it felt right. The feeling of being held tightly in his muscular arms and the comforting heat he emanated was the most soothing thing she ever felt. For tonight, everything was perfect.

Chapter Text

Few days later, after midnight, Sirius and Hermione were sitting in the library of Grimmauld Place, surrounded by dusty books and ancient artifacts.

Sirius pulled Hermione into his lap, his eyes lustfully meeting hers, before he captured her lips passionately and demandingly. He tasted the sweet flavour of pumpkin juice on her tongue which she had at dinner.

Their kiss grew more intense as his hand slid under her summer dress to cup her breast, feeling the soft mound and teasing her nipple to hardness. Hermione gasped into his mouth, her hand slipping down to rub his growing erection through his trousers.

"Sirius, I need you." She whispered.

"And I need you, Hermione." He groaned in response, pushing aside the books on the table to make room for them.

They removed their clothes in a flurry of passion, revealing their naked forms to each other. Hermione felt self-conscious for a brief moment, but Sirius' hungry gaze washed away her insecurities.

He kissed her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses down her collarbone and across her chest, before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

Hermione arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Oh, Sirius." She moaned.

He lay her on her back, and took his pants off. His cock stood erect, pointing to the ceiling like a sword.

Sirius positioned himself between her legs and began to grind his cock against her pussy through their underwear, eliciting whimpers of pleasure from her.

The friction was exquisite, setting her body alight with a burning desire that only he could quench.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the heat of him.

Sirius smirked, enjoying the effect he had on her, before sliding a hand down to tease her clit through the fabric.

"Please, Daddy, I need you inside me." Hermione begged, her voice needy.

"Patience, little one. You know Daddy can't fuck you until you're not seventeen." He said teasingly.

Hermione groaned in frustration, but Sirius took mercy on her, slipping his hand into her underwear and stroking her clit directly.

"Soon I will be inside of you, Kitten, just be patient, okay?" Sirius groaned. "It's a little more than a year, and I'll be fucking you on your seventeenth birthday."

"I wish it could be sooner. Maybe on my sixteenth birthday or at Christmas?" Hermione bit her lip innocently.

"Don't tempt me, Kitten! You know how much I want to take your virginity?" Sirius growled. 

Their eyes locked as he brought her closer to the edge, then he grind his cock against her again, harder.

"I'm going to come, Daddy." She moaned.

"Good girl." 

The sensation of his cock rubbing her pussy, even through their underwear, sent Hermione over the edge.

Her body tensed, and she came with a muffled scream against his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin.

Sirius chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh sending waves of pleasure through her.

"Now, Kitten, let's get you ready for the real thing." He whispered, his voice thick with lust.

And with that, he began to remove her underwear, his eyes never leaving hers.

"On your knees." He ordered, his voice firm.

Hermione obeyed, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Are you ready to give Daddy a blowjob?" He asked.

"Yes, Daddy." She replied, eager to pleasure him.

He took his cock out of his boxers and Hermione took it in her hands. It was warm and heavy, and she felt a thrill of power at the thought of making him feel good.

She took the tip in her mouth and began to suck, her eyes never leaving his.

Sirius's eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned in pleasure.

"That's it, Kitten. Suck me like a good little girl." He praised.

Hermione felt a rush of arousal at his words, and took more of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft.

Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head, her eyes watering slightly from the effort.

"Daddy's going to cum soon." He panted.

Hermione felt a surge of pride at his words and redoubled her efforts.

Sirius's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements, and then with a final gasp, he came in her mouth, filling it with his hot seed.

Hermione swallowed it all, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction at pleasing him.

They fell onto the sofa together with Sirius still holding on to Hermione who lay on top of him breathing heavily, panting in euphoria. Sirius chuckled darkly, wrapping his arms tightly around Hermione's body. He placed soft kisses along her neck as he nuzzled her hair lovingly.

"I love you, Kitten." He said softly, absentmindedly stroking her breasts, his fingers lightly teasing her nipples.

A shudder ran down Hermione's spine and the muscles in her back tautened under his touch. Hermione let out another moaning cry, pressing harder into his chest, making her pussy clench.

"Sirius, please..."

"What, Princess?" Sirius asked.

"I crave more." She whined.

"Like what?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Spank me Daddy, I was a bad girl." Hermione bit her lips innocently.

Sirius frowned, but still smirked at her.

"Why were you a bad girl, Kitten?"

"Because I want you to fuck me constantly. Can't stop thinking about it." She whispered.

"Well, that can't happen for now, but I can spank your pretty, round ass. Get on the coffee table. On your knees and push your ass out for me. I'm going to spank you with my hands first. Let's see, how you take that, okay?" Sirius growled in amusement as she obediently did as instructed, her ass lifting up for his inspection. "Very good, very well done, Kitten. Arch your back a little more... that is perfect. Good girl." Sirius smiled, kissing her lips tenderly as Hermione pressed her butt firmly into his palms.

"Now Daddy is going to spank you for being a bad girl. Repeat it, baby: Daddy won't fuck me until I'm old enough to be fucked."

Hermione moaned, as Sirius gave her the first medium strength slap.

"Daddy won't fuck me until I'm old enough to be fucked." She sighed.

"Exactly, Kitten. Repeat this after every slap I give you..." Sirius continued talking, his words barely registering in Hermione's mind as she began panting hard, her hips rocking up against his hands.

Sirius kept spanking her, keeping her hips from moving as he spoke and Hermione's mouth dropped open slightly as each hit landed harder, her ass slapping against his palm even harder with each stroke. 

"Daddy won't fuck me until I'm old enough to be fucked." She groaned.

"Yes, baby, you are not ready for my dick."

"But I want to pleasure you, Daddy." Hermione said innocently.

"You can always give me a blowjob or a handjob. Trust me, Kitten, if I can wait, you can too." Sirius laughed as he spanked her again.

Hermione arched her back against Sirius, her mouth falling open in ecstasy.

Sirius smirked. He liked hearing her beg like that. She was so  obedient, so eager to please.

"Daddy won't fuck me until I'm old enough to be fucked." Hermione whispered, her voice filled with desire.

"Daddy can't take you yet, but trust me, I always imagine taking you."

"I imagine you taking me too, Daddy... always." Hermione said softly.

"Take ten more slaps, then I'll eat your pussy."

As Sirius continued his spanking, he watched her face intently, enjoying the way her eyes widened in pure bliss, how her bottom lip stuck out in an adorable pouty  expression, and the way her cheeks turned pink.

Hermione's eyes watered, and she whimpered, but she kept pushing her ass higher, asking for more.

"Harder Daddy, I love this." Hermione sighed.

"You want another ten?"

"Yes, Daddy and harder please." 

The sound of her husky voice made his balls tighten painfully. He loved how horny she would get whenever he touched her. She would get needy. She would become submissive. 

He didn't have the patience to wait more than one year. He'd take her before then. But he knew he would wait as long as he could.

He needed her. He craved her. He knew his Kitten was waiting for him desperately too. Sure she was barely sixteen, but she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He'd give her everything she ever dreamed of and more. He'd show her pleasure and love beyond her wildest dreams. But for now, he had to control himself.

"Daddy wants to fill your little pussy, just as much as you want Daddy to fill you up, Princess." He confessed, after the last slap

"I want you to fill me up, Daddy." She whined.

"I know, you're so wet, Kitten." He groaned.

He slid his hand down to her pussy.

"I am really wet and needy right now, Daddy. Do it! Please!" She gasped, as Sirius kissed the side of her neck. 

Hermione shivered in anticipation.

"Not yet, Kitten. I'm trying to stay strong, for both our sake, but I don't think I could wait until you're seventeen. So let's set a new goal. This Christmas?"

"That sounds way better than my seventeenth birthday, though I'd be the happiest with tonight, or at least my sixteenth birthday." She pouted.

"We will see, Kitten. Let's try to stay strong as long as we can, okay?"

Hermione nodded.

"Now lay on your back and let Daddy feast on your little pussy." He ordered.

Hermione obeyed, lying down on the coffee table.

Sirius spread her legs and bent down to taste her sweetness.

Her moan was music to his ears as he licked her clit, his tongue swirling around it before delving into her folds.

"You are the sweetest and most beautiful witch in the world, Hermione." Sirius murmured against her skin.

Her eyes closed in pure bliss.

Hermione felt Sirius's tongue moving in and out of her, exploring every inch of her wetness.

Her hands were in his hair, pushing him deeper into her, her legs wrapped around his head.

Sirius groaned, loving the way she responded to his touch.

He inserted two of his fingers into her, pumping them in and out as he continued to lick and suck.

Her moans grew louder and more desperate.

"Now, spread your lips for Daddy, show me your pretty little pearl."

Hermione complied and showed Sirius her swollen and needy clit.

He licked it, sucked it, flicked it with his tongue and even gently bit it.

"How does that feel, Princess?" Sirius asked, massaging her clit gently with his fingertips.

"It feels soooooo good, Daddy!" Hermione sighed.

"Does Daddy know how you like this?" Sirius questioned, circling his finger on her clit lightly.

"Yes Daddy, you always know. Please lick my clit some more, I'm going to come!"

"Come for me, baby, let Daddy hear you scream." He murmured before sucking on her clit hard.

"Oh, Daddy!" Hermione screamed, her body shaking as an intense orgasm ripped through her.

Her eyes snapped open and she watched as Sirius licked his fingers clean of her juices.

"Mmm, you taste heavenly, Kitten." He murmured.

"Thank you, Daddy." She whispered.

Sirius leaned in for a kiss, sharing her taste with her.

Hermione kissed him back eagerly.

"Did you have fun, Princess?" He smirked.

"Very much, Daddy!"

"You are such a naughty girl, aren't you?" Sirius said in between kisses.

He kept circling her clit with his index finger, making Hermione gasp.

"Yesss Daddy. I love this!" She whined, arching her back.

"Good girl. Daddy loves making you feel good." Sirius growled.

Sirius placed kisses over her chest, nipping at her nipples playfully as she whimpered loudly. After a few minutes, Hermione arched her back.

"I'm so close again, Daddy, please rub me faster."

"Soon. Soon." Sirius promised. "I promise. Just hang in there."

Hermione sighed heavily, biting her lip.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you more, Kitten." Sirius said, but he kept rubbing her slowly, keeping her on the edge for a little longer, until she started squirming restlessly.

"Daddy... Daddy..." Hermione whined. "Make it quick, please. I'm so hot. Make me come."

Sirius laughed.

"Well, if that's what my Princess wants, then that is what my Princess gets."

He pulled her hips towards him, pressing two fingers inside her, while his other hand kept rubbing her clit faster.

His lips latched onto one of her nipples and sucked on it hard, while his fingers worked her towards pleasure; Hermione moaned loudly as she felt her orgasm approaching. Hermione thrust her hips towards him wildly. She didn't care about anything anymore. All she cared about was Sirius, that Sirius was going to make her come.

"DADDY! I'm coming. Sirius... Sirius... don't stop!" She screamed as waves of pleasure shook through her body and her muscles trembled uncontrollably as her climax took hold of her.

"I'm not stopping Kitten." Sirius grinned wickedly as he kept circling her clit.

She writhed and bucked against him as another orgasm started to build within her. She arched her back, feeling the intense pressure growing inside her.

"Oh my god, Daddy!" Hermione panted, her body trembling as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Sirius watched her intently, his own arousal growing as he saw how much pleasure he could give her.

"Look at me, Hermione." He whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Hermione looked into his eyes, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving.

He slid his fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth.

"Taste how sweet you are." He ordered.

Without hesitation, she took his fingers into her mouth and licked them clean, savoring her own taste.

Sirius's eyes darkened with desire, watching her.

"I want to fuck you so badly, Kitten." He groaned.

"Me too, Daddy." She whispered, her voice shaky from the aftermath of her climax.

But they both knew it was a desire they had to resist, at least for now.

Sirius stood up, pulling her into his arms.

"Let's go to bed, my love. Let Daddy hold you close."

Hermione nodded, her head resting on his shoulder.

They walked to the bedroom, their bodies still entwined, their hearts racing with anticipation of what the future held for them.

The year ahead would be a test of their willpower, their love, but they had each other, and together, they could face whatever came their way.

***

Next morning, Hermione woke up feeling a warm mouth on her pussy. She let out a soft moan and her eyes fluttered open.

It was Sirius, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire as he looked up at her.

"Morning, Kitten. Did you have a good sleep?" He asked before returning to his task.

"Mmhmm. What's this for?" She moaned.

"Daddy just wants to make sure his little witch is well taken care of before the day starts." He murmured against her skin.

Hermione felt his tongue dart into her, making her back arch off the bed.

Her hands went to his hair, pulling him closer.

"Sirius!" She gasped.

Sirius chuckled, his tongue swirling around her clit.

The sensation was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Her hips began to rock in time with his movements, her legs spreading wider for him.

"Daddy, I'm going to come again." She moaned.

"Come for me, Kitten. Let me taste your sweetness." Sirius growled.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, making her cry out his name.

Sirius lapped at her pussy, drinking in every drop of her pleasure.

When she was finally spent, he kissed her inner thigh.

"Thank you, Daddy." Hermione said breathlessly.

Sirius sat up, a proud grin on his face.

Hermione began to giggle.

"If you laugh, Kitten, I won't give you another orgasm." Sirius warned.

"Sorry Daddy, please keep eating my pussy." Hermione begged, her face red from embarrassment and arousal.

Sirius smirked.

"As you wish."

And with that, he went back to his task, eager to give Hermione another mind-blowing orgasm.

He knew it would be a long year before he could have her fully, but every moment like this was worth the wait.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as he began to lick her again.

"So delicious, Kitten." He moaned into her mound, moving his tongue between her folds, causing Hermione to shudder.

"Hurry Daddy." She whimpered. "I need you!"

He continued licking, sucking and tonguing her clit in slow rhythmic motions, while he started to finger her again, this time curling his fingers slightly.

When she jumped, he knew he found her special spot; his fingers plunged deeper into her wet folds. The sensation of his digits inside her wetness caused Hermione to cry out loud as an incredible explosion tore through her whole body, her body shaking violently as she rode out the best orgasm she ever had.

"Oh my God, Sirius! It's so good." She screamed. "Siri... Sirius... Merlin, don't stop, please." Her words turned into sobs as her body relaxed in satisfaction.

"My Princess is so responsive." Sirius chuckled and lapped up all her juices from her pussy, before he lifted Hermione in his arms.

Hermione snuggled into his chest and started crying. Tears streamed from her cheeks as she threw her arms around Sirius's shoulders, sobbing hysterically, while she came down from her high.

"If your fingers feel this good inside of me, I can't imagine the pleasure your cock could give me." She said softly as she looked up into his face.

"Your pussy would be my cock's dream. And trust me, knowing us, it will get there sooner, than later. But we need to wait as long as we can, okay?" Sirius said lovingly as he stroked her face softly.

Hermione nodded.

"Yes, Daddy. I understand."

"I love giving you this kind of orgasm. You know what happened?"

Hermione shook her head.

"Daddy found your sweet spot, which is the inner part of your clit." Sirius winked at her.

"Oh my God! Really? How do you know?" Hermione gasped.

"Daddy knows things, especially how to bring his little Princess to orgasm." Sirius tapped her nose playfully, making her giggle.

"You're the best, Sirius!" She cried, wrapping her arm around his neck.

Sirius kissed her nose, as Hermione hugged him tightly, still unable to believe it.

"I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too, Sirius."

"But enough of our little conversation, Kitten. We have some much more important things to do right now."

"What is it, Daddy?" Hermione frowned.

"Remember? We need to gather ourselves and go down for breakfast. And we have to act like we have nothing between us." Sirius reminded her.

"Can I at least sit next to you this time?" Hermione pouted.

"You think you can behave?" Sirius challenged her and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well, if I sit across from you, it's more obvious, if I flirt." Hermione giggled. "I hope no one saw me doing so the past few days, especially last night... " She said innocently.

"Then I guess you can sit by me. But, remember, we will pretend everything is normal." Sirius sighed.

"Okay Daddy, I will try to behave." Hermione smirked playfully, which earned her a hard slap on her ass.

"What was that for, Daddy?" Hermione asked innocently, rubbing her bottom where Sirius slapped her.

"For your cheekiness, you little tease." Sirius smirked.

"Now go and freshen yourself up. When we go downstairs, you must act like a proper young lady, got it, Kitten?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'll try."

***

Sirius and Hermione went downstairs for breakfast and silently sat down next to each other. Mrs. Weasley was setting the table and both Hermione and Sirius conversed with the others, trying to avoid looking at each other. Then Hermione absentmindedly put her hand on his thighs under the table, making him froze. Sirius looked over at her, his heart pounding as her brown eyes met his blue ones, and he smiled softly to her. Hermione felt butterflies erupt from her stomach like a small tornado as she stared back at Sirius.

"Why don't you go and help Mrs. Weasley, Kitten?" Sirius said between his teeth as she started stroking his thighs dangerously close to his cock.

"So, you think it's a good idea?" Harry asked, trying to get Sirius to focus on him. He had no idea why his godfather was distracted.

"What was the question, Harry? I'm sorry, I haven't been able to sleep last night, I'm a little tired." Sirius said and faked a yawn as he grabbed Hermione's wrist under the table.  

Her hand still rested lightly on his thigh, but now she was rubbing her fingers sensually against his shaft. It sent shivers down Sirius's spine as his cock jerked involuntarily, his grip tightening on her wrist.

"I just asked you about convincing Dumbledore about me moving in here, with you permanently." Harry continued, not noticing what his godfather and Hermione were doing under the table.

"I want nothing more, Harry." Sirius said and smiled at him.

Meanwhile Hermione kept teasing him as much as she could through his strong hold on her wrist. Sirius realized he had to change his strategy, so he put his hand on her thighs too and stroked her until he reached her pussy. When he stroked her clit through her panties, Hermione gasped softly as her body tensed, leaning toward Sirius to give him better access.

"Something's wrong, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, glancing over at her suspiciously.

"I'm okay, just got something in my nose, it's probably some dust though, so don't worry." Hermione lied, and tried to suppress another moan, as Sirius kept circling her clit. Breakfast was going to be long.

"So, Hermione, would you help me with my homework?" Ron asked, oblivious to her blush and her silent panting.

"I'll revise for you, but I won't help." Hermione said between her teeth.

Sirius chuckled softly as he removed his hand from her cunt, reaching across the table to grab some toast.

"We stop, Kitten, agreed?" Sirius whispered  softly in her ear while she continued staring down to his lap.

Hermione nodded her head slowly and her cheeks flushed crimson.

Remus was sitting at the other side of the table, looking utterly suspicious. Unlike others, he knew exactly how Sirius looked when he was sexually satisfied, allured and when he was flirting.

***

Later in his room, Hermione was laying on Sirius's lap, and he was spanking her.

"You were a very bad Kitten, Remus looked so suspicious. Unlike the others, he knows me." Sirius growled in her ear, and Hermione moaned.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, you're right." Hermione purred, arching against his hand. "That was really naughty, we need to do that more often." She giggled.

Sirius chuckled. 

"We can't."

Hermione moaned again as he ran his palm down her ass, caressing her thighs, before he gently slid two fingers in her, stroking her wetness. She gasped as he started thrusting his fingers.

"Yes, Daddy, please!" Hermione begged him, biting down on her bottom lip.

Sirius smirked at the sound of her begging.

"Oh, baby girl, you're so cute when you beg." He grinned wolfishly.

"I'm sorry I teased you and made you tease me." Hermione whispered.

"It's fine, but try not to do it again at the table, okay?" Sirius asked.

"Alright, Daddy, I promise." Hermione said, and moaned as Sirius put her on the bed. He climbed between her thighs and pinned her down to the bed.

"Want me to lick your little pussy again, Kitten?" Sirius grinned devilishly as she squirmed underneath him. "Or maybe you'd like to suck my cock?" He asked suggestively.

"Both." Hermione sighed.

"In that case, it's time for me to teach you a new position, baby." Sirius smirked.

He lay down and pulled her ass over his face until her pussy was perfectly seated on his lips.

"Now you can lean forward and suck my dick." He said between gentle kisses around her mound.  

Hermione moaned happily as she leaned forward and began sucking on Sirius's thick cock. She took all of his length into her mouth, relishing the feeling of being so full and so filled.

Sirius sucked hard on her clit, his body twitching in pleasure as she licked and sucked harder too.

"So good, please keep licking me, Daddy." Hermione moaned before she continued licking and sucking him off.

The sounds of her slurping and sucking his dick filled the silence, mixing with him lapping on her clit, as Hermione continued bobbing her head up and down on him.

"Fuck, you are such a good girl, aren't you, baby?" Sirius growled, his voice vibrating as he continued to stroke the folds of her pussy. Hermione moaned loudly, her hips bucking up uncontrollably at his touch.

"I'm going to come, Sirius!" Hermione screamed as her orgasm built up inside her.

Sirius quickly inserted two fingers inside her and curled them which made her come faster. As she came, he kept pumping into her pussy furiously. As her orgasm took over her she released his dick from her mouth and screamed his name. Then as she got off her high, she returned to pleasure Sirius.

"Swirl around my tip... that's so good... I'm close too, baby." He said while he watched her beautiful, pink pussy glistening in front of his face, occasionally kissing it; Hermione moaned loudly.

"Lick me, I'm going to... come again." She groaned.

Sirius didn't waste any time, he slipped his tongue between her lips, tasting her sweetness, as she kept sucking on him. Sirius groaned loudly as his thick cum flooded her warm mouth and throat. As he finished, she swallowed everything.

"Come, Kitten. Come with me." Sirius whispered as he sucked hard on her clit. "I love your pussy so much." Sirius grumbled between her wetness.

His tongue worked her clit relentlessly and soon she came again, gripping onto his thighs and arching her back. Sirius watched her in awe as she let out a loud, sexy moan, then she started bobbing her head around his cock, which was hard again.

"I never came twice... oh, Kitten." Sirius moaned and grabbed her hair as she made him come in seconds, filling her mouth with his thick cum once more. 

Once she swallowed her second dose of sperm, she collapsed in his arms, breathing heavily. They stayed tangled together as they both recovered from their sex induced highs.

"That position is so good." Hermione sighed.

"It's called sixty-nine." Sirius chuckled. "And I love it too." He kissed her passionately.

"I love you, Sirius." Hermione said as she snuggled closer to him. She knew that she would never forget this moment.

"Love you too, Kitten." Sirius replied, holding her close to him as they drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Text

Few days later, in the middle of the night, Hermione ground her pussy on Sirius's hard erection, both of them naked and sweating.

"Fuck, Kitten, you're driving me insane." Sirius groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought the urge to push himself inside her.

"I need it, Daddy." Hermione whined, her pussy throbbing with need.

"We can't. Doing it without your panties is already pushing it." He said, his voice strained.

"But I want to feel you inside me." Hermione moaned, as she grind her hips faster.

"Slow down, Kitten, we don't want it to slip inside." Sirius groaned.

"Would that be such a tragedy, Sirius? I'd rather have you taking my virginity than a Death Eater in rape." Hermione said, ruining the mood.

"You really shouldn't talk like that to me, Kitten." Sirius whispered while running his hands over her soft breasts.

"I don't want to break our agreement, but I was thinking, and I'd rather lose it to you, who I love, than a fucking Death Eater, like fuck knows who... Dolohov?" She shivered as she remembered that disgusting man and her stomach turned. "Please, Sirius, I'm ready for it, and I know you'd be sweet and gentle." She said softly, then pouted. "Please, Daddy, make love to your little Princess." She whined, and used her puppy dog eyes, which almost always worked on Sirius.

Sirius groaned again.

"But you're absolutely right, I'm sorry. I didn’t think about it this way." Sirius sighed. "How old are you, little Princess?" He asked, reminding her why it was not a great idea yet.

"I'm sixteen in a month..." She answered softly.

"Do you really want me to be your first? Do you trust me?"

Hermione looked up into his silvery blue eyes filled with concern. She wanted this.

"Yes, Sirius." She whispered.

"I might consider taking you on your sixteenth birthday, but until then, we keep to our original agreement, okay? Can you promise me to be a good girl, Princess?"

"Of course I will, Sirius!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Promise me?"

"Yes, Daddy." Hermione nodded her head.

"Good girl. Now lay on your stomach, Daddy has a great idea." He said, his voice filled with excitement.

Hermione obeyed and lay down on her stomach. She felt his hand slip down her body, stroking her back gently before landing on her ass.

"Spread your legs wider, Kitten." Sirius said, his voice low and demanding.

Hermione did as she was told, feeling his cock slide between her asscheeks.

Sirius groaned as slide his cock up and down between her cheeks, the feeling of her soft skin against him making his cock throb even more.

"You feel so good, baby. Let Daddy cum like this... and I'll eat your pussy out until you scream." He whispered in her ear.

Hermione moaned, her pussy clenching at the thought of his mouth on her.

"You like that idea?" He asked, his hand sliding down to play with her clit.

"Oh, yes, Daddy." She whispered.

"Good girl." He said as he started to rub her clit, his cock still grinding against her asshole.

The sensations were overwhelming and Hermione felt like she was going to come again.

"Now, baby, let Daddy cum. Squeeze your cheeks around me." Sirius instructed her.

Hermione did as she was told, her globes tightening around his cock as he moaned.

Sirius felt his climax approaching, his hand moving faster on her clit.

"I'm going to come, Kitten." He groaned.

"Come for me, Daddy." Hermione begged, her voice muffled by the pillow.

With a final grind of his hips, Sirius came, his hot seed spurting between her cheeks and onto her back.

Hermione felt a thrill run through her body at the sensation and came again, her clit pulsing under his fingers.

They both lay there, panting, for a moment before Sirius flipped her over, his cum sticky on her skin.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He whispered before leaning down to kiss her.

"Thank you, Daddy. That felt amazing." Hermione said, her eyes shining with happiness. "Will you lick my pussy now? I'm still so hot for you."

"You little minx, sit on my face, if you want your Daddy to lick your sweet little pussy." Sirius commanded playfully.

"Yes, Daddy, whatever pleases you." Hermione giggled.

With that Hermione lowered herself onto his face and cried out as he slowly began licking her clit. As he licked her wet folds, Sirius's tongue ran around her swollen clit in circles, causing Hermione to moan loudly in ecstasy.

"Feels so good, Daddy. Keep licking me, Sirius! I fucking love your tongue." She moaned loudly,  gripping his thick hair tightly. "More!"

"Okay, Kitten." Sirius growled, licking her clit even faster, until she was bucking wildly against his face.

Her juices were flowing down his chin and onto his chest, but he didn't care, he just kept licking and sucking her. He grabbed her bush and pulled on it gently, adding to her pleasure.

Hermione threw her head back and screamed her orgasm washed over her.

Sirius didn't stop, though, his tongue still flicking over her sensitive bud until she begged him to stop.

"That's enough, Daddy, I can't take it anymore." She giggled, her body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Sirius looked up at her with a wicked grin, his face glistening with her cum.

"You can take more, Kitten." He said, and dived back in for another taste of her sweet pussy. His tongue slipped inside her, and she moaned, her legs quivering with each stroke.

"Oh, fuck!" Hermione groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Sirius's tongue worked its magic, fucking her with expert strokes until she was begging for mercy.

"Please, Daddy, no more! I can't handle it!" Hermione cried out, her whole body shaking.

Sirius chuckled and licked up her juices, savouring the taste of her on his lips.

"Yes, you can, Hermione." He said, and continued his onslaught, his fingers now sliding into her tight pussy to fuck her as he started suckling her clit.

The feeling of his mouth on her was too much, and Hermione's body spasmed as she came again, her pussy tightening around his fingers.

"Merlin!" She screamed, collapsing onto the bed.

Sirius sat up and licked his fingers clean.

"You taste so good, baby." He whispered. "I think you can take another orgasm, don't you?"

Hermione nodded weakly, her body already responding to his words.

Sirius leaned down and kissed her pussy sensually, his tongue tracing her slit before dipping inside to taste her deeply.

Hermione's hips rocked against his face, her moans filling the room as he brought her to the edge once more.

"I love making you come, baby." He murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.

"I love it too, Daddy." She moaned.

"You're going to come for me again." He said, his voice firm.

And Hermione did, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rode out her fourth orgasm of the night.

When she was finally sated, Sirius pulled away, his own cock hard and throbbing.

"My turn now, Kitten." He said, his voice thick with lust.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes hazy with pleasure.

"Whatever you want, Daddy." She whispered, her voice a sultry promise.

Sirius leaned down and kissed her deeply, their tongues mingling with the taste of her pussy.

"You're mine, baby. All mine." He said, his voice filled with possession.

"Always, Daddy." Hermione responded, her voice full of love and desire. "Please, Sirius, take my virginity. I can't wait until September, I'm begging you. No one needs to know, but I need you, I want to feel you, give you pleasure, connect with you, please." She whimpered with tearful eyes, as she lay back next to Sirius.

"Kitten, baby, you know that I want to, but it's..."

"Licking my pussy is just as much sex as well... sex. I'm begging you Daddy, please." She whispered.

Sirius sighed.

"I want you too, Hermione. I want to fill your little pussy, with my cock, and pound into you with all my passion. I want to fuck you in all imaginable positions. I want to fill your tight little channel with my thick cum, I want to watch you cry out in pleasure, because your orgasm is killing you. But, baby, I can't go any further, yet."

"Yes, you can."

"You promised to be a good girl, when we made this arrangement. You want me to remind you with a spanking? A harder spanking, than playing?"

"You can spank me all you want, Daddy, but I still would beg you to fuck me, Sirius. We need this. Please stop worrying about law, about consequences, about... for once, just take what you want. Claim me, Daddy. Claim your little Princess."

"I can't do that, Princess." Sirius sighed.

"I know, Daddy." Hermione whimpered in defeat, and cuddled close to him. "I love you."

"I love you too." Sirius whispered in her ear, and pulled her closer to his chest, his cock still rock hard and his heart racing.

"What if you can fuck me in a different way?" Hermione asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

"What do you mean, Kitten?"

"What if you take my asshole?" Hermione blurted out, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Sirius's eyes went wide, and his cock twitched.

"That... that could hurt you, baby."

"It's okay, Daddy. I trust you. I want to feel all of you." Hermione said, looking at him with desire and desperation.

Sirius looked into her eyes, and saw the truth in them. He knew that he couldn't refuse her, not when she was begging him like this. He leaned down and kissed her again.

"If you really want that, we should stretch you first, then I'll try taking you." He said, his voice thick with desire.

"I do." Hermione nodded, her voice a whisper.

"Okay, baby. We'll try it, but if it hurts too much, we'll stop, okay?" Sirius said, his voice full of concern.

"I know, Daddy."

"Good girl." He praised, stroking her hair gently.

Sirius got out of the bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a bottle of lubricant. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and began to gently rub it into Hermione's tight asshole.

Hermione gasped at the sensation, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed back against his fingers, encouraging him to go deeper.

"Relax, it's okay." Sirius murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he worked the lubricant into her.

He watched as she took a deep breath and nodded. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he slid one lubricated finger into her ass.

Hermione moaned into the kiss, her body tensing around his finger.

"You're so tight, Kitten." Sirius groaned.

"It feels... weird." Hermione admitted, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to the new sensation.

"Good weird, or bad weird?" He asked, his voice strained.

"Good weird." She assured him.

Sirius pushed in another finger, and Hermione's moan was music to his ears. He started to scissor his fingers, stretching her gently.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, his voice hoarse with his own arousal.

"No, Daddy, it's okay." Hermione whispered, her hips rocking back and forth, taking his fingers deeper.

"You're doing so well, baby." Sirius praised, adding a third finger.

Hermione whined, but she didn't stop moving. She wanted this, she needed this, she needed to feel complete with Sirius.

"Are you ready for me?" Sirius asked, his cock aching to be inside her.

"Yes, Daddy, please." Hermione begged, her voice shaking with need.

Sirius coated his cock with the lubricant and positioned himself at her entrance. He took a deep breath, and pushed in slowly, watching her face for any signs of pain.

Hermione tensed up, her eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear. But as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, she felt herself opening up to him, and the pain began to recede, replaced by a fullness she had never experienced before.

"Daddy!" She moaned, her voice filled with pleasure and surprise.

"It's okay, Kitten, it's okay. I'm here." Sirius whispered, his voice filled with love and concern.

He pushed in further, until he was fully seated inside her, his cock buried in her tight asshole.

Hermione's breathing was ragged, but she didn't move, letting her body adjust to the intrusion.

"Ready for me to move, baby?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, Daddy, please move." Hermione begged.

Sirius began to thrust slowly, watching her face the entire time. As he moved, he felt her tighten around him, and he knew that she was close to another orgasm. He reached down and began to rub her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive button of nerves.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the beginnings of another climax building. She had never felt so full, so alive.

"Come for me, Kitten. Show me how much you love me." Sirius growled, his hips moving faster.

Hermione's orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around his cock. She screamed out his name as she came, her pussy clenching around the emptiness.

Sirius couldn't hold back anymore. He began to pound into her with all the passion and love he had been holding in for so long. He felt his own orgasm building, and with a final roar, he emptied himself into her tight, welcoming heat.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum.

"I love you, Hermione." Sirius murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

"I love you too, Sirius." Hermione whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Did it hurt? Do you need me to tighten your asshole? I know I'm big." Sirius asked, his voice full of concern.

"It hurt at first, but it was worth it. Thank you for filling me, Daddy."

"Baby, you can't imagine how delicious you felt around me." He kissed her forehead.

They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their love-making, before Hermione rolled over and curled up into Sirius's side.

"I want to stay like this forever." She sighed.

"Me too, Kitten." Sirius said, holding her tightly.

Their bodies still joined, they drifted off to sleep, their hearts and souls forever intertwined.

***

Next morning Hermione woke up to Sirius gently stroking along her slit, teasing her. He massaged her clit as he rubbed circles between her pussy lips.

"Mmh, Daddy." She moaned softly. "I love waking up like this." 

He pressed kisses onto the top of her head.

"Good morning, Kitten."

"Morning, Daddy."

He chuckled.

"Want me to keep rubbing your sweet little clit?"   

She smiled up at him.

"Yes! please!"

"You're such a little greedy Kitten." Sirius laughed, as his fingers started circling her clit again. 

Then he gently touched her clit between two of his fingers and rolled it softly, making her cry out for more. He then pulled on the little nub, feeling it get bigger and harder under his ministrations.

"Oh, Daddy, it feels so good." She moaned, her legs spreading wider to give him better access.

Sirius leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently as he played with her clit.

Hermione's hips began to rock back and forth in rhythm with his fingers.

"Yes, yes, Sirius!"

Her breath grew faster, her moans louder, and she knew she was going to come.

Sirius felt the tension building in her body, and he knew she was close. He sucked harder on her nipple and pinched her clit.

"Daddy stop playing, I'm almost there!" She panted.

"Let me play a little more, Kitten." Sirius said and kissed her breasts, continuing his ministrations on her clit. Rolling, pulling and circling. 

Hermione arched her back up again and cried out.

Finally, she felt herself shaking with need.

"Please, Daddy hurry up!"

"Just one last thing before I finish this." Sirius said.  

He moved his hand away from her clit and pressed two fingers into her. Hermione moaned, biting her lip as he curled them and started to finger her fast and deep.

She moaned loudly again and he increased his speed. Her entire body was tense, clenching tightly.

"Daddy! Please!" She shrieked out, her eyes rolling back into her head and her back arching upward as her walls tightened on his fingers, her orgasm building up around them.

"Come for me, Kitten." He murmured against her skin.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as she came hard, her body shaking with pleasure.

Sirius kept his fingers moving, riding out her orgasm, until she was boneless in his arms.

"Mmh, Daddy, that was amazing." Hermione whispered.

"It always is with you." He kissed her forehead.

They lay there for a few moments, their breathing returning to normal.

"Thank you, Sirius." Hermione said, her voice still thick with sleep.

"For what, baby?"

"For loving me, for being so gentle, for teaching me all these things."

"You're welcome, Kitten. I love you, and I'll always take care of you."

They snuggled closer together, the warmth of their bodies wrapping around each other like a blanket.

"I love you too, Daddy."

They stayed like that for a while, lost in their own little world of pleasure and love.

But the real world was waiting for them outside, and they had to face it. They had to keep their relationship a secret, especially with Voldemort growing stronger every day. But for now, in this moment, they were just Sirius and Hermione, two lovers sharing a stolen moment.

After another couple minutes of relaxing and cuddling, Sirius pulled her over him to straddle him.

"Grind your pussy on my cock for me, darling."

Hermione immediately did as he had suggested. As her pussy glided over the shaft of his penis she moaned with pleasure and anticipation.

"Look at us." Sirius grinned wickedly.

"God, look at us!" Hermione laughed, as she rode Sirius, riding him in long slow strokes.

"Push your clit against my tip. Let's come together." Sirius growled lowly.

Hermione nodded eagerly as she lowered herself, sliding her clit along his shaft, pressing herself against him in a steady rhythm.

Sirius groaned and bit his lip, pushing against her clit. 

"Kitten, I think I'm going to… explode..." He growled through clenched teeth.

"Me too, Daddy! Please don't stop!" Hermione moaned.

"Kitten, I'm going to…" He grunted before erupting.

He came first, sending hot streams of cum spurting onto her mound. Hermione followed shortly after, grinding her clit on his shaft.

"Look at your pussy, Kitten." Sirius moaned.

It was covered in his cum, his thick sperm getting between her pussy lips. Sirius grabbed his wand and cast a contraceptive charm on her, before laying her down and watching her pussy in awe.

"It's so beautiful. Please keep my cum on your pussy a little longer." He sighed and rubbed his cream on her pussy lips.

"My pussy looks like a frosted cake, Daddy." Hermione giggled.

"Use your fingers Kitten, and lick off Daddy's cum from your pussy. Clean it."

Hermione giggled and used her fingers to scoop up some of his cum from her pussy and lick it off.

"I love the taste of your cum, Daddy."

"My special sauce for you, Princess. Eat it all. Your pussy looks so good when it's coated in Daddy's cum. Scoop up some more... that's it, lick your fingers clean... good girl." 

The last few drops of cum were collected by Sirius, making her lick his fingers.

"Thank you, Daddy." Hermione smiled at him and pecked his lips.

"Anything for you." Sirius said and pulled her into a hug. "I will always make sure you are happy and well cared for." He told her.

"Of course you will." 

They lay like this for a while just cuddling and enjoying each other's company.

***

"You know we should get up and go and have breakfast." Sirius said eventually. 

Hermione hummed an agreement.

They got dressed and joined the others at the table. Remus looked even more suspicious than the night before, but thankfully, Harry and Ron had no clue what had happened.

The tension was palpable, but they managed to keep their secret, for now.

"So, Harry, any luck with Dumbledore?" Hermione asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Not yet, but I'm not giving up." Harry said, his voice determined.

"You should ask him again tonight, Harry. Maybe he'll say yes." Hermione said, her hand slipping under the table to give Sirius's thigh a reassuring squeeze.

"I will, thanks Hermione." Harry smiled at her gratefully.

Sirius just smirked as he felt the squeeze, knowing that she was referring to their secret meetings and not just about Harry's living situation.

Breakfast passed in a blur of stolen glances and hidden smiles.

"I'm going to the Order meeting today, so I won't be able to spend much time with you." Sirius whispered into her ear as they cleared the dishes.

Hermione felt a pang of disappointment, but nodded.

"I'll be okay. I have some research to do anyway." She said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Remus watched them from across the room, his eyes narrowed. He knew something was going on between them, something he didn't quite understand. He had to talk to Sirius about it.

"Sirius, can I have a word?" Remus said as they were leaving the kitchen.

Sirius nodded, and they moved to a quiet corner of the living room.

"What's going on, Padfoot?" Lupin frowned.

"Nothing, Moony, what do you mean?" Sirius frowned, but he couldn't help himself to look after Hermione who went upstairs with the boys.

"Oh please, Sirius... we've been friends for a very long time now." 

"So?" Sirius asked defensively. 

"You know exactly what I mean." Remus said, his voice low and serious. "You're acting strange around her, and she's acting strange around you."

"We're just friends, Remus." Sirius said, his voice tight.

"Friends don't look at each other like that." Remus said, his eyes piercing into Sirius'.

Sirius sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Remus, please. It's complicated."

"It's more than complicated. It's dangerous. She's just a child." Remus said, his voice filled with concern.

Sirius's eyes flashed with anger.

"Hermione is not a child. She knows what she wants. And I care about her, a lot."

Lupin shook his head.

"Sirius. She is underage, not even sixteen."

"I know, our relationship is innocent, I promise." He said, though as he remembered Hermione above and under him as they pleasured each other in sixty-nine, as he fucked her ass or when her pussy was frosted with his cum less than an hour ago; she was far from innocent.

"You two have something going on between you two. She looks at you like that because she loves you. You can't hide anything from me."

"Moony..." Sirius tried.

"Sirius, tell me."

"I haven't fucked her pussy... yet." Sirius whispered.

"But you did everything else?" Lupin gasped. "Including anal?"

"A gentleman never tells, Moony, but basically yes." Sirius smirked and shrugged nonchalantly.

"You are a bastard, Black!" He huffed.

Remus looked at Sirius for a moment, before sighing.

"Look, I'm not going to tell anyone. But you have to be careful, Sirius."

"I know. I should have been stronger, but she's like a little temptress, a little minx." Sirius sighed. "I try to stay strong and not take her virginity until her seventeenth birthday, but it's hard. She is driving me insane. She's mine and she wants me." Sirius confessed. "She is everything to me and I just want to claim her completely, to make her only mine."

Remus looked at him with surprise.

"Sirius... you never talked about anyone like this ever. You love her, don't you?"

Sirius nodded.

"I love her, but we can't be together."

"Why not?" Remus asked.

"Because it's wrong, it's against the law, she's too young and she's Harry's best friend. And we're in the middle of a war. We can't..."

"Well, if you love her, then do it." Lupin stated matter of factly. "Make love to her."

"I can't do that, Moony." Sirius shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Because I am supposed to protect her and she's not even sixteen yet." 

"You already know how dangerous it is outside of Hogwarts, Sirius. We don't know how long we'll live..."

"Then why don't you go after my cousin? She's in love with you." Sirius frowned.

"That's different."

"She's at least of age."

"I'm a monster, a burden."

"She knows you're a wolf, and she still wants you." Sirius pointed out.

"Yeah, maybe you're right, but I'm right too. Hermione is older than her age, she's not a little girl. Sure it's not legal yet, but trust me, having petting and anal with her is just as illegal. So if you two love each other, do it. We're going to be at war soon, live until you can, both of you."

"Then ask my cousin out too." Sirius sighed. 

"And put her in danger? No. Maybe one day I will find the courage to confess to her, maybe after this war is over I'll even talk her into dating me."

"Talk to her now. You two are like us, we are all going to war, live, Moony." Sirius said softly.

"Alright. Alright I'll go see what she thinks."

"Good." Sirius said and left Remus with his thoughts.

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The days at Grimmauld Place went by in a blur of secret rendezvous and whispered promises. Sirius and Hermione's bond grew stronger with each passing moment, their passion and love for each other a secret that seemed to fill the very air between them. The house was alive with whispers and glances, and the tension grew thicker, like the fog outside that clung to the ancient building's facade.

One evening, as the shadows grew long and the candles flickered in the library, Sirius found Hermione engrossed in a dusty tome about ancient magical artifacts. 

Sirius found Hermione in the library, surrounded by books. She scribbled notes onto parchment as she read. He leaned against the doorframe and watched her for a moment, his heart swelling with affection.

"What are you studying?" He asked, his voice soft.

Hermione looked up, her eyes widening with pleasure at the sight of him.

"Just some research on dark magic." She said, her voice low.

Sirius's expression grew serious.

"You need to be careful, Kitten." He said, crossing the room to sit beside her.

"I know, Daddy." Hermione said.

Sirius leaned over her, his breath warm against her cheek, his hand landing on her thigh. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Hermione…" He began, his voice thick with need. "We've been fighting this for so long, and I can't... I can't bear it anymore."

Her eyes widened as she felt his warm breath against her ear, his arms enveloping her in a fierce embrace that seemed to melt away her inhibitions. She could feel his heart hammering against her back, the throb of his desire matching the tempo of her own racing pulse.

"Hermione…" Sirius whispered again, his voice a seductive rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "I can't wait until you're seventeen or this Christmas. We've been dancing around this for too long. We're already going too far... so let's just..." He trailed off, his hand moving to cup her cheek, turning her to face him.

Her eyes searched his, confusion and excitement swirling within. He leaned closer, his thumb brushing against her lower lip.

"We're going to break the rules, Kitten." He murmured, his breath tickling her skin. "We can't keep pretending we don't crave each other. I need you. Now."

With trembling hands, Hermione closed the book, her heart hammering in her chest. She nodded, the words caught in her throat, unable to voice the overwhelming desire that matched his own.

Sirius picked her up effortlessly, cradling her in his arms as he carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, his eyes raking over her body with a hunger that left her breathless.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, his voice raw with emotion as he kissed along her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin.

Her hands found his hair, tangling in the dark strands as he kissed her collarbone, his mouth moving down to her chest. He undid the buttons of her shirt, revealing her lacy bra. His thumbs traced the fabric, and he groaned when he saw the erect peaks of her nipples pushing against it.

With a gentle tug, he removed the garment, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her bare breasts.

"Perfect." He murmured, before his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking and teasing it into a tight bud.

Hermione arched her back, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure shot through her body. He moved to the other, giving it the same attention, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

"Sirius!" She gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets as his teeth grazed her skin.

He looked up at her, his eyes blazing with desire.

"I need to taste you, Kitten." He said, his voice husky. "I need to make you scream my name."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she watched him as he moved down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach. He reached the waistband of her skirt, and with a flick of his wrist, the material was gone, leaving her exposed to him.

"Sirius!" She whispered, her voice shaking with anticipation.

He looked up at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips before he kissed her inner thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"I want to hear you beg for it." He groaned against her skin, his breath hot against her pussy.

Hermione bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape.

"Please." She managed to gasp out. "Please, Daddy. Please lick my pussy."

That was all the invitation he needed. His mouth descended on her, his tongue stroking her clit, and she bucked her hips against him.

He chuckled against her, his tongue delving into her folds, tasting her sweetness.

"So eager." He murmured, his breath fanning against her sensitive flesh. "You taste so good, Kitten."

Her hands found his head, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him closer to her.

"More!" She moaned, her hips rocking in rhythm with his mouth.

He obliged, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder, until she was trembling on the edge of orgasm.

"Daddy!" She whimpered, her body tightening. "I'm going... I'm going to come..."

He didn't stop, his mouth working her clit until she was shattering, her back arching off the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure washed over her.

As she came down from the high, Sirius kissed his way back up her body, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Now, Kitten, tell me you want all of me." He said, his voice a low growl.

Hermione nodded, her breath ragged. 

"I do, Daddy. I want all of you. I need you, Sirius. Inside me." She whispered.

With a groan, he leaned in and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth, their kisses frantic and desperate. He fumbled with the fastenings of his trousers, freeing his erection. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick folds.

"Ready, Kitten?" He breathed against her mouth, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

"Yes, Daddy." She whispered, her voice trembling.

With a gentle push, he began to enter her, her tightness gripping him like a velvet vise. Hermione gasped, her eyes widening in shock at the sensation. It was painful and exquisite all at once, a feeling she never knew could exist. It was different from anal sex, which was always a bit painful at first, but she liked it. This... this was a different kind of pain, a kind of pain she wasn't sure she liked, but she knew she had to endure for Sirius.

"It's okay, baby. It'll get better, I promise." He whispered, his voice strained.

He pushed in further, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her. Hermione felt filled to the brim, stretched and vulnerable.

"It's okay." He murmured, his voice soothing. "You're okay. Just breathe."

He stilled, his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of her tightness around him, her warmth enveloping him. The perfection of the moment was almost too much to bear.

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Good girl." He murmured, kissing her forehead. "Now, let's make love."

He began to move, his strokes slow and gentle at first, giving her body time to adjust. Hermione's eyes widened with every thrust, her walls clenching around him as she grew more and more accustomed to the sensation.

"Open your eyes, Kitten." He whispered. "Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared into his, her gaze locking with his as he moved. Her nails dug into his back, her body trembling with the effort of holding back a scream. He kissed her again, his tongue mimicking the movement of his cock, soothing the pain with pleasure. Then suddenly, the pain began to recede, replaced by a building pressure that coiled in her belly.

"That's it, Kitten." He encouraged, his voice strained. "Take it all."

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he hit that sweet spot, her pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, Merlin." She moaned, her body already responding to his rhythm.

The room was filled with the sound of their mingled gasps and the soft slap of flesh on flesh. The candles cast a warm glow over their entwined forms, their shadows dancing on the wall like lovers lost in a timeless dance.

Sirius watched her face, his strokes becoming more urgent as he felt his own climax approaching. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth biting down on her lower lip, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

"Look at me." He growled, his voice deep and demanding.

Her eyes flew open, locking with his, and she saw the raw need in his gaze, the love and the lust intertwined so tightly it was impossible to separate them.

"Come for me, Kitten." He said, his voice a command that sent her hurtling over the edge.

Her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing around him, her pussy milking him greedily. He followed her, his cock pulsing within her, filling her with his warmth.

They lay there, their breaths mingling in the quiet room, their hearts racing in sync. Hermione felt complete, whole in a way she never had before. The bond between them had been cemented, not just by love, but by the intimate act that had brought them even closer together.

Sirius pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined arousal. He cast the contraceptive charm on her, then lay beside her, pulling her into his arms, and kissed the top of her head.

"You're mine now, Hermione." He whispered, his voice filled with possessive love.

"And you're mine, Daddy." She murmured, her voice sleepy and content.

They drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

***

The next morning, the reality of what they'd done began to sink in. They were lovers now, in the most forbidden of ways. But as they faced the day together, they knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The secret they shared only brought them closer, their love a beacon of light in the dark world that surrounded them.

And as they ate their breakfast with the others, they stole glances across the table, filled with unspoken promises and a hint of the passion that burned between them; they knew that they would face whatever the future held, together. The war was coming, and with it, the darkness that threatened to consume them all. But in the quiet moments stolen away from the prying eyes of their friends and allies, in the secret whispers and touches that seemed to set the very air around them alight, they found a sanctuary of their own, a place where love could flourish, even amidst the shadows.

As the days grew shorter and the nights longer, Sirius found himself drawn to Hermione's room every evening like a moth to a flame. The need to be with her, to claim her, to make her his was overwhelming, a hunger that could not be sated. He would sneak in after everyone had retired, his quiet footsteps a silent promise of passionate nights to come.

He would find her lying in bed, her hair fanned out like a golden halo against the pillow, her eyes wide open, waiting for him. And when their eyes met, the room would seem to melt away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own making. He would lean over her, his mouth claiming hers in a fiery kiss that left them both gasping for air.

Each night, his kisses grew bolder, his touch more demanding, as he explored the hidden crevices of her soul with the same fervor he did her body. He would trace the line of her jaw with his tongue, tasting the salt of her skin, before moving down to her neck, her collarbones, her breasts. His teeth would graze the sensitive flesh, making her gasp, her nails digging into his back.

And then he would move lower, his mouth finding her pussy, his tongue delving into her sweetness, savoring her taste as he licked and sucked her clit with the finesse of a master. Hermione would arch her back, her legs trembling with the effort of staying still as she succumbed to the pleasure he gave her.

When she came, it was with a cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm. But he was there, his arms around her, holding her tight, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she rode the waves of pleasure.

And when she was sated, when she was panting and trembling with the aftermath of her climax, he would enter her, his cock sliding into her wet heat with a groan that was part pleasure, part relief. He would move slow and steady, his eyes locked onto hers, watching the way she bit her lip, the way her eyes fluttered shut, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath she took.

Their lovemaking was a dance, a symphony of sensation that grew more complex with each passing night. They knew every inch of each other, every secret spot that made the other gasp, every tender caress that could reduce them to a puddle of need. And each time he filled her, each time she clenched around him, they fell in love all over again.

Their nights were a tapestry of passion, a secret that bound them together even as the world outside grew darker. They were each other's sanctuary, their love a beacon that guided them through the storm that was brewing.

But even in the throes of their most passionate moments, there was always a hint of sadness, a specter of the future that lurked in the shadows. They knew that their time together was borrowed, that the day would come when they would have to face the consequences of their actions. But for now, all that mattered was the love that burned between them, a love that was as fierce and unyielding as the magic that bound their fates.

And so they took each night as it came, cherishing every stolen moment, every whispered promise, every tender touch. For in the end, all they had was now, and the fierce love that grew with each passing second.

***

Days later, as the house was cloaked in the quiet of early dawn, Hermione lay in Sirius's arms, her breathing even and peaceful. His hand trailed lazily over her bare shoulder, tracing the line of her collarbone, his thumb brushing against the soft skin of her neck. He watched her sleep, his eyes filled with a tenderness that was alien to the man he had once been. The fire of rebellion that had fueled his youth had been replaced by a love so deep and consuming it left him trembling.

"My perfect little Kitten." He whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

Hermione stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. For a moment, she was lost in the storm of emotions swirling in his gaze before she smiled, a soft, sleepy smile that was all for him.

"I love you, Daddy." She murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

The words sent a jolt through him, his heart swelling with warmth. He leaned in, his kiss gentle and reverent, as if afraid she would break if he pressed too hard.

"And I love you, Hermione." He whispered against her lips. "More than anything."

The intensity of their love was like a living thing, pulsing and growing stronger with each shared breath, each whispered confession. It was a secret that bound them tighter than any spell, a bond that grew stronger with each shared moment of pleasure and pain.

Hermione kissed along his neck, where his Azkaban tattoos lay hidden beneath the collar of his shirt. She traced the ink with her tongue, her eyes closed, lost in the taste of his skin.

"You know I'd do anything for you, don't you?" She whispered.

Sirius nodded, his hand coming to rest on her cheek.

"And I'd for you." He replied, his voice thick with emotion.

Their love was a beacon in the darkness, a light that grew brighter with each challenge they faced.

One evening, as the candles flickered and the rain tapped out a steady rhythm against the window, Sirius sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes on the floor. Hermione could sense his turmoil, could feel the tension in the very air around them.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly, sitting up and reaching for his hand.

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers with a look that made her heart ache.

"We have to be more careful." He said, his voice tight. "People are starting to notice."

Hermione felt a cold dread coil in her stomach, but she nodded, her grip on his hand tightening.

"Who? Remus knows, I know, but the others?"

Sirius nodded, his jaw clenched.

"Remus is worried. And he's right. If anyone else finds out..." He trailed off, not needing to finish the sentence.

Hermione knew what he meant. If the Order found out, they would be torn apart, and their love would be vilified, used as a weapon against them. She was underage, and even though Dumbledore trusted Sirius, he had a duty to protect her.

"We'll be more careful." She promised, her voice firm.

"I know, baby girl, but we can't flirt during lunches or dinners anymore. We have to keep it private." He said, his thumb stroking the back of her hand.

The thought of hiding their love was almost unbearable, but Hermione knew he was right.

"I understand." She whispered, her voice thick with sadness.

Sirius leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I'm sorry, Kitten." He murmured. "I never wanted this to be complicated for you."

Hermione reached up, her hand cupping his cheek.

"You're worth it." She said simply. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep us together."

Her resolve was unshakeable, and Sirius felt his heart swell with love and pride. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both a promise and a silent vow.

"Thank you." He whispered against her mouth. "Thank you for loving me."

Their kiss grew in intensity, their tongues dancing together in a silent declaration of their love. And as their kiss deepened, their hands began to roam, exploring each other with a hunger that was as potent as the first time.

Sirius pushed Hermione back onto the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. His hand slid up her thigh, his thumb brushing against the lace of her knickers.

"I need you." He groaned, his voice thick with desire.

Hermione's eyes were dark with want, her breaths coming in quick pants.

"Take me, Daddy!" She begged.

And so he did, his mouth moving down her body with a hunger that was almost painful. He kissed every inch of her, savoring the taste of her skin, the feel of her beneath his lips. He peeled away her undergarments with a reverence that was almost religious, his eyes never leaving hers.

When he reached her pussy, he took a moment to admire her pinkness, his eyes dark with lust.

"So beautiful." He murmured before his mouth closed over her clit, his tongue swirling in a dance that made her hips buck.

Hermione's hands flew to his hair, her nails scratching his scalp as she arched into his mouth. She was so wet, so ready for him, her body singing with need.

Sirius feasted on her, his mouth and tongue working in perfect harmony, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and then pulling back, only to start again. He knew every button to push, every spot to kiss, every way to make her come apart.

The room was filled with the sound of her moans, her cries of pleasure, and his own groans of need. His cock was hard and aching, begging for release, but he waited, his focus solely on her.

When she came, it was with a scream that seemed to shake the very fabric of the universe, her body shuddering beneath his mouth. He didn't stop, not until she was trembling with the aftershocks, her legs quivering.

Only then did he pull away, his eyes dark with desire as he positioned himself at her entrance.

"Ready, Kitten?" He asked, his voice a low rumble.

Hermione nodded, her eyes never leaving his as he pushed inside her, filling her completely.

This time, there was no gentleness, no slow buildup. It was raw, primal need that drove him, a hunger that could not be sated by sweet nothings and gentle kisses. He fucked her hard and deep, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was as ancient as it was beautiful.

Her nails raked down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as she urged him on.

"Yes!" She gasped. "Yes, Daddy, yes!"

Their movements grew more frantic, more desperate, as their love was transformed into a wild, unbridled passion that consumed them both.

In that moment, as they moved together, as their bodies became one, they were no longer a girl and a man, no longer a witch and a wizard. They were just two souls entwined, two hearts beating as one.

Sirius felt his own orgasm building, his cock swelling inside her tight heat. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, his body demanding release.

"Come with me." He grunted, his eyes boring into hers.

Hermione nodded, her own need spiraling out of control. She felt the tension coil in her belly, her muscles tightening around his cock as she raced towards climax.

And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, her body convulsing as she came, screaming his name.

Sirius followed her over the edge, his own release hot and powerful, filling her completely.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts hammering in their chests. They lay there, panting and trembling, their limbs entangled, their hearts racing with the aftermath of their love.

It was in moments like these that the world outside seemed to fade away, their love the only reality that mattered. But even as they revelled in the warmth of each other's embrace, they knew the storm was coming, the battle that would test their bond to its very limits.

And as they held each other close, whispering sweet nothings into the early morning light, they made a silent vow to fight for their love, to face whatever lay ahead as one.

For in the end, it was their love that would be their salvation, the only weapon they had against the darkness that sought to destroy them all.

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Few days later, Hermione was curled up to Sirius, reading a book, enjoying his presence while he slept soundly beside her. She absentmindedly stroked his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp soothingly. After spending so much time together these past few weeks, she had become accustomed to being close to him, cuddling with him during the night, kissing him passionately whenever they woke up or when she wanted him.

Sirius moaned in his sleep making her smile, as she ran her fingers through his silky raven hair.

After reading the same page of the book five more times, Hermione finally put it away and decided to lie next to Sirius, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her nose in his scent.

Sirius stirred a bit in his sleep but didn't wake, allowing her to do as she pleased. She kissed his neck slowly, sensually and nibbled his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.

"Hm... feels good." Sirius rasped, turning slightly.

Hermione laughed and buried her face in his neck, kissing it softly before kissing it again. She moved down towards his shoulder, placing small kisses on his neck and his chest.

"Kitten!" He mumbled.

Hermione laughed again and stopped kissing him long enough to take his nipple between her lips. Sirius arched his back, moaning.

"Godric, Kitten! You know how to give a man pleasure, don't you?" He moaned, rubbing her bottom gently.

"Do you want me to stop?" Hermione smiled seductively and ran her tongue across his collarbone.

"Keep teasing me, Princess."

"Yes, Daddy." She giggled, her lips trailing down his torso, sucking his nipples again before moving to his stomach, her teeth lightly grazing his abs.

Sirius's cock was already hard and pulsing against his pants, but he wanted her to tease him more.

Hermione felt his erection and looked up at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"I think someone's happy to see me." She whispered.

"Always, Kitten." He replied, his voice thick with need.

Her hand reached down and unbuckled his belt, his pants falling open to reveal his boxers.

"Let me make it really happy, Daddy." She said, her hand slipping inside the fabric to grasp his cock.

Sirius groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as she began to stroke him.

"You're going to be the death of me, Hermione." He murmured.

"But what a way to go." Hermione said, her voice full of love and mischief.

Her strokes grew faster, her hand tightening around his shaft as he grew harder in her grasp.

"Fuck, Kitten." He groaned, his hips jerking.

Hermione knew just how much he liked it when she talked dirty to him, and she reveled in the power she had over his body.

"Do you want me to suck it, Daddy?" She asked, her voice breathy.

"More than anything." He replied, his eyes opening to meet hers.

With a grin, Hermione slid down his body, her mouth watering as she took him in her mouth. She licked the tip of his cock before taking him all in, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck.

Sirius's eyes rolled back in his head, his hand coming up to grip the back of her head as he guided her movements.

The sound of his moans and the feeling of his cock in her mouth was making her wet.

Her other hand reached down to rub her clit, her moans joining his as she pleasured him.

It was a heady feeling, being able to bring so much pleasure to the man she loved.

But as much as she enjoyed it, she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her again, to be filled by him.

Pulling away, she looked up at him with a seductive gaze.

"Fuck me, Daddy." She whispered.

Sirius wasted no time, his eyes dark with desire as he positioned himself over her. He slid into her wetness, filling her completely.

Their movements grew more frantic as their passion consumed them. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as he thrust into her with all his might.

Sirius pounded into her hard and fast, her moans and gasps of pleasure music to his ears. 

"Come for me, Kitten." He growled, his teeth nipping at her neck.

Hermione threw her head back, her orgasm crashing over her as she screamed his name.

Sirius pulled out of her, making her whine in protest, then flipped her over onto her stomach, her knees still bent and her ass in the air. Before she could say anything, he was back inside her, this time filling her even deeper.

He grabbed her hips, his strokes powerful and demanding as he took her from behind.

Hermione's fingers clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself climb higher and higher.

"You're mine, Hermione. All mine." He said, his voice deep and possessive.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours." She moaned, her body shaking with each thrust.

Sirius knew he couldn't hold out much longer, his own orgasm building rapidly. He reached around, his thumb finding her clit and pressing down hard.

Hermione screamed as she came again, her walls clenching around him.

With one final thrust, he followed her over the edge, filling her with his cum.

They lay there, panting and sweating, their hearts racing in time with each other's.

It was moments like these that made them feel invincible, their love a shield against the darkness that loomed ever closer.

But even as they basked in the afterglow of their passion, they couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out, that the world outside their bubble was about to come crashing down on them.

They lay in each other's arms for several long minutes, before he started kissing around her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples causing them to pucker and swell. Hermione gasped when he began sucking on them slowly.

"Daddy!" Hermione moaned, her legs wrapping around him. "Harder!"

"Shhhh." Sirius hushed her, pressing soft kisses against her neck. "We don't have to rush now." He whispered gently into her ear, licking a path down her neck.

He kept teasing her nipples, alternating between soft nibbles and deep sucking kisses. He took one and rolled it in his fingers, then the other. Hermione moaned loudly and bit her lip, her body writhing helplessly beneath him as she got more and more turned on.

Sirius kissed down her stomach, his eyes on hers, watching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. When he reached her mound, he parted her thighs and placed a gentle kiss on her clit, causing her to arch her back.

"Mm, so sweet." His tongue swiped over her clit. "Ask me to lick your pussy, Kitten." Sirius murmured in a hoarse voice, his breath hot on her skin.

"Lick me, Daddy," Hermione panted.

Sirius obliged, his tongue sliding over her folds, teasing her entrance before sliding back up to her clit again.

"Oh God!" Hermione cried out, her hands tangling in his hair. "More!"

Sirius chuckled darkly before he took her clit into his mouth and began to suckle on it, his thumb slipping into her pussy, stroking her gently.

Hermione's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of pleasure. She felt the tension in her body building, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.

"Daddy, please, I need you inside me again." She begged, her voice shaky.

Sirius groaned against her pussy, his cock twitching with need. 

"Not yet." He whispered and started to kiss around her mound, teasing her slowly, before he latched on her clit again, sucking and swirling around the sensitive little nub.

"Merlin, Daddy!" Hermione screamed as she came hard, her body convulsing under his skilled mouth.

Sirius kissed her thighs, then moved up her body, placing kisses along the way, until he reached her mouth. He kissed her deeply, sharing her taste with her.

"You taste so good, baby." He murmured against her lips.

"I need you!" Hermione breathed heavily.

"Not yet, baby girl." Sirius smirked, and his fingers gently circled her clit, as his mouth latched onto her nipples again.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, her body writhing in pleasure as Sirius continued to tease her mercilessly, bringing her to the edge of climax over and over again, until she was begging for his cock.

"Please, Daddy, I can't take it anymore!"

"All in good time, Kitten." Sirius said, his eyes dark with desire.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers continued to work their magic on her clit. He felt her body tighten around him, her pussy pulsing with each stroke of his thumb.

Finally, when she was soaking wet and begging for him, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside her, filling her completely with one swift movement.

"Oh, yes!" Hermione screamed, her nails digging into his back.

Sirius began to move, his strokes deep and slow, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open, her cries of pleasure music to his ears.

He picked up the pace, his hips driving into hers, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself.

"Daddy, I love you!" Hermione gasped as she felt another orgasm building inside her.

"I love you too, baby girl." He groaned, his own release close at hand.

Their love was a wildfire, consuming them both, leaving them breathless and trembling in its wake. They were lost in each other, in the moment, in the fierce, unyielding passion that had come to define their relationship.

And as they lay entwined, their hearts racing in sync, the outside world fading into oblivion, they knew that no matter what the future held, they had found their sanctuary in each other's arms.

Their love was a secret, a forbidden treasure that they guarded fiercely. But it was also their strength, the one thing that could sustain them through the dark days ahead.

The war was coming, and with it, the inevitable heartache and pain. But in the quiet moments stolen from the jaws of fate, they had each other, and that was all that mattered.

***

Few days later, Hermione, Harry and Ron had to catch the train back to Hogwarts to start their fifth year. The day was bittersweet, filled with the excitement of returning to school and the dread of leaving Sirius behind. 

"Don't worry, Kitten, everything will play out perfectly." Sirius reassured her as he helped her pack her trunk.

"Will you write to me?" Hermione asked, her voice hopeful.

"Of course." Sirius said, his tone serious. "I'll write to you every single day if that's what you want."

Hermione nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"I do, Daddy."

Sirius kissed her forehead, his heart breaking at the thought of her leaving.

"Be safe, Hermione." He whispered. "I'll be here waiting for you."

Their last night together was filled with passionate love-making, their bodies tangled together as they whispered sweet nothings and promised eternal love. They clung to each other, as if by doing so, they could somehow hold back the tide of time.

As dawn broke, they dressed in silence, the reality of their separation sinking in like a cold stone in their stomachs.

"I'll see you at Christmas." Sirius said, his voice thick with emotion.

Hermione nodded, her eyes not meeting his, afraid that if she did, she would never be able to leave.

"I'll miss you." She whispered.

"And I you." He said, his voice cracking.

Their eyes met, and in that one look, they said everything that needed to be said. They were in this together, come what may.

After breakfast, Harry said his goodbyes to Sirius and went to wait for the others, leaving Hermione and Sirius alone.

"I know, he's back, Sirius. It won't be an easy ride." She whispered, her hand in his.

"I knew you were way too clever to keep in the dark, Hermione." Sirius sighed. "Be a good girl and stop Harry from doing something stupid. Can you do that for me, Kitten?" He whispered and kissed her forehead.

Hermione nodded, her eyes filled with determination.

"I'll do everything I can."

Their kiss was desperate, a silent promise to keep fighting, to keep their love alive, no matter the cost.

She knew she had to go, but every step felt like she was walking away from a piece of herself.

As soon as they arrived at King's Cross, she felt like leaving her heart behind in London, but she knew she had to leave.

The train ride to Hogwarts was filled with whispers and glances, and as the castle loomed in the distance, Hermione felt a strange mix of excitement and dread.

Her resolve was unshakeable as she stepped off the train, ready to face the challenges of the year ahead, knowing that no matter what, she had Sirius' love to keep her warm.

***

Few weeks later Hermione got a package by owl. It was finally her sixteenth birthday. She had almost forgotten about it in the rush of classes and homework.

The parchment on top read ' To Miss Hermione Granger, Happy Sweet Sixteen '. She recognized Sirius' handwriting and her heart fluttered.

Inside the package, she found a beautiful leather bound book titled ' The History of Magic '. It was a rare and expensive book that she had been eyeing for months.

Her heart swelled with love for him, and she couldn't believe he had managed to send it to her. She knew it was from him, even before she saw the note at the bottom.

'For the brightest witch of her age, may your knowledge be as boundless as your beauty. Love, Daddy '.

Her cheeks turned red and she felt a warmth spread through her body as she read his sweet words.

As she flipped her book, two other owls arrived with more packages, each one had something special from Sirius.

A silver bracelet with a moonstone, matching earrings, a set of expensive quill and parchment, and even a bottle of her favorite vanilla-jasmine perfume.

Her friends were surprised at the number of gifts she had received, but she played it off as gifts from her parents and friends.

The night passed in a blur of excitement and gratitude, and she couldn't wait to write back to him.

In the quiet of the common room, she sat down with her new book, feeling his love with every turn of the page.

"Dearest Daddy," She began her letter, her heart racing as she dipped her quill into the ink.

"Today was the most magical day of my life, not just because of my birthday, but because of you. Your gifts are beyond anything I could ever hope for. Thank you for making me feel so special, so loved. I miss you terribly, and can't wait to see you at Christmas. I know it's going to be a long wait, but the thought of your warm embrace makes every moment worth it. Take care of yourself, and remember, I'm always with you, in spirit. Love, your Kitten."

With a sigh, she folded the letter and placed it into an envelope. She knew it was risky, but she had to let him know.

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Months later, they finally went back to Grimmauld Place for the Christmas holiday. Her bed at Hogwarts felt empty without Sirius, but his letters filled the void, their words of love and longing a balm to her soul.

The moment she saw him again, her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, but she knew she had to behave in front of the boys and the Weasley parents.

"It's so good to see you again, Sirius." She said, her voice calm and collected, her hand shaking slightly.

"Welcome back, Kitten. Good to see you Harry. You too Ron." Sirius said, his eyes burning with a passion that she knew was reflected in her own

Hermione felt a jolt of desire as she saw him again, the months apart only making their bond stronger.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, it was as if the world had stopped spinning. They were the only two people in the room.

They had agreed to keep their relationship a secret, but the tension between them was palpable.

That night, after dinner, when everyone else had gone to bed, she slipped into his room, her heart racing with excitement.

The second the door clicked shut, she was in his arms, his lips claiming hers in a desperate kiss that spoke of all the longing and passion that had been building up over the months.

"I've missed you so much." She whispered against his mouth.

"And I you, baby girl." He said, his voice hoarse with need.

Their clothes fell away, revealing the bodies that had been denied each other for too long. They made love slowly, savoring every moment, their kisses deep and lingering, their touches gentle and reverent.

It was a reaffirmation of their love, a silent vow to stand by each other through the dark days that lay ahead.

As they lay entwined in each other's arms, the fire crackling in the grate, Hermione felt a peace settle over her. For now, she was home.

Their love was a secret, a treasure that they had to protect at all costs. But as they held each other, the future seemed less daunting, the shadows of doubt receding in the warmth of their embrace.

"Tell me, how are you holding up? I know that Ministry bitch, Umbridge, has been giving you hell." Sirius said, stroking her hair.

Hermione sighed, her eyes closed.

"It's been difficult, but I manage." She whispered.

Sirius' jaw clenched at the mention of Umbridge, his protective instincts flaring.

"You're so strong, baby girl." He said, his voice filled with admiration.

"Only because I know you're here waiting for me." Hermione replied, her voice sleepy.

They talked about everything and nothing, their words a tapestry of shared secrets and unspoken promises.

Sirius cradled her in his arms, his thumb stroking her cheek gently.

"I'll always be here for you, Kitten." He murmured, his eyes shining with love.

"I know, Daddy." Hermione whispered, laying on top of Sirius, ready for more of his love.

"You're still needy, baby?" Sirius smirked, his fingers sliding down her back, grabbing her round ass.

"Always for you." She said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Sirius chuckled and pushed her back on the bed, his hands sliding up her legs, parting her thighs.

He leaned down and kissed her pussy gently, his breath hot against her skin.

"I've missed the taste of you." He murmured, his tongue tracing the outline of her slit.

Hermione moaned, her body arching off the bed as he licked her clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub.

Her hands fisted in the sheets, her hips rising to meet his mouth, as he devoured her with a hunger that matched her own.

"Daddy, please!" She begged, her orgasm building like a crescendo.

Sirius didn't need any more encouragement, he sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly over it.

Hermione screamed as she came, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Sirius looked up at her, a smug smile on his face.

"You're mine, Kitten. Always." He said, his voice filled with possession.

Hermione nodded, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.

"Always and forever." She murmured, her eyes filled with love.

They made love again, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their hearts beating as one.

Their love was a beacon of light in the dark, a promise of happiness amidst the looming storm.

As the night grew late and their eyelids grew heavy, Sirius pulled her closer, his arms a steel band around her.

"Sleep tight, my love." He murmured into her hair.

"I will, with you beside me." Hermione said, her voice muffled by his chest.

And as they fell asleep in each other's arms, the world outside seemed a distant memory, their love the only thing that mattered in that quiet, stolen moment.

***

Christmas Day came with the usual chaos of the Order, but amidst the laughter and the chatter, there was an underlying tension, a sense that the calm was only temporary.

During the quiet moments, Sirius and Hermione stole glances at each other, their hearts full to bursting with the love they had to keep hidden.

But when the Order members had retreated to their own corners of the house, leaving them alone, they took advantage of their privacy.

In the quiet of the library, with the only light coming from the flickering fireplace, they made love with a desperation that was both sweet and painful, their bodies moving in a dance that was as old as time.

Sirius took her from behind, his hand on her neck, his teeth grazing her ear as he whispered dirty words that made her shiver with desire.

"You're so tight, baby. Take all of me." He groaned.

Hermione moaned, her pussy clenching around him as he filled her completely.

Their passion was a silent scream of love, a declaration that no one could ever hear.

But it was in those moments, when they were lost in each other, that they were truly alive.

As they lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts racing, they knew that their love was worth fighting for, even if it meant going against the very fabric of the world they lived in.

For in the end, love was the most powerful magic of all.

And so, as the snow fell outside, and the fire crackled in the grate, they made plans. Plans to win the war, plans to be together, plans to survive.

Their love was a beacon in the darkness, a light that could never be extinguished.

And as they held each other close, they knew that together, they could face anything.

***

On Boxing Day, Sirius gave her a beautiful necklace, a ruby stone set in silver, that matched his ring perfectly.

"It is an old Black family heirloom, but I charmed it to keep you safe, wherever you go, you'll have a piece of me with you." He said softly. "If you're in trouble, my ring will react to this stone."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she took the necklace, feeling the cold of the stone against her skin.

"Thank you, Daddy." She whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Sirius leaned in and kissed her, a kiss that was gentle and filled with love.

"Always, Kitten. I'll always keep you safe."

Hermione felt a thrill at the promise in his words, a thrill that was soon replaced by a cold realization.

"But what about you? What if you're in trouble?" She asked, her voice trembling.

Sirius looked into her eyes, his expression serious.

"Then you'll come for me." He said simply.

And in that moment, she knew that she would.

"I got you a few things too, Daddy." Hermione said shyly, pulling out a small wrapped parcel from her pocket.

Sirius took the parcel, his eyes lighting up with curiosity.

Inside was a simple black tie, a set of cufflinks shaped like paws, and a small note.

He read the note with a smile, his eyes misting over.

' To the best Daddy I could ever hope for, with all my love, Hermione '

"Thank you, baby girl." He whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

He took the tie and draped it around his neck, the paws of the cufflinks glinting in the firelight.

But it was the last gift that took his breath away.

Hermione got naked, then took her wand and lifted a glamour charm she had placed on her skin.

On her shaven mound, there was a small tattoo, an 'S' surrounded by a ring of stars. Her bush was gone, leaving her skin bare and vulnerable.

"Merlin, Hermione!" Sirius gasped, his eyes wide with shock and awe.

"I've got this at a muggle tattoo shop. I lied my ass off for it. It's permanent. It's for you Daddy." She said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and love.

Sirius stared at the tattoo, his hand shaking as he reached out to touch it.

"Hermione..." He breathed, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "You've made me the happiest man alive. But a tattoo? On your beautiful little pussy?"

"I always want to remember who I belong to, even when we're apart." She replied, her voice soft.

Sirius leaned in and kissed the tattoo, his cock hardening at the sight of his initial on her skin.

"You're mine, always." He murmured as his kisses traveled down her body.

And as he feasted on her, their love grew stronger, a secret bond that nothing could ever break.

"Yes, Daddy, eat my pussy, make me yours again." Hermione moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth.

Sirius groaned, his tongue delving deep inside her, tasting her sweetness, feeling her pussy quiver against his lips.

Her moans grew louder as he sucked on her clit, her nails digging into his arm.

Hermione came hard, her body convulsing with pleasure, her scream echoing through the bedroom.

"Tell me who you belong to?" Sirius growled, his voice low and demanding.

"I belong to you, Sirius!" Hermione whispered.

Sirius stood up and unbuckled his pants, his cock springing free.

"Show me, baby girl." He said, his voice filled with lust.

Hermione took his cock in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.

"Yours." She murmured around his shaft, her tongue flicking his tip.

Sirius groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as she began to suck him with renewed enthusiasm.

He knew that he could never get enough of her, never tire of her sweetness, her fire, her love.

She sucked him hard, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes closed in pleasure.

Sirius watched her for a moment before he picked her up and lay her down on the bed.

He spread her legs and pushed into her, her warm wetness welcoming him home.

"My little perfection." He murmured, his strokes long and deep.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she met his every thrust.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their love a living, breathing entity that consumed them both.

They fucked like it was their last night on Earth, their love a wildfire that could never be contained.

And as they reached the peak together, their cries of ecstasy mingling in the air, they knew that their bond was unbreakable.

Their love was a force to be reckoned with, and nothing, not time, not fate, not the Dark Lord himself, could ever come between them.

***

On New Year's Eve, the tension in the air was palpable at Grimmauld Place. Remus pulled the couple aside before dinner, his expression serious.

"You need to be careful." He said, his eyes darting to the door. "I know you two are deeply in love, but Hermione, you're still just sixteen. If anyone finds out, it won't just be Sirius in trouble."

Hermione nodded, her eyes filling with tears.

"You're right, we're sorry. Sirius, you should spend some time with Harry, I'll catch up on my reading."

"You're right. But, I will kiss you at Midnight." Sirius whispered, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Remus rolled his eyes and left them, shaking his head.

The evening passed in a blur of noise and laughter, but their eyes kept finding each other across the room, their thoughts never straying far from their secret.

As the clock struck twelve, the room erupted in cheers and the sound of smooching. Sirius pulled Hermione away from the others, and kissed her gently in the kitchen, his hand cupping her cheek.

"I love you, Kitten." He murmured.

"I love you too, Daddy." She replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Their kiss grew in intensity, their bodies pressed against each other, the warmth of their love a stark contrast to the cold of the kitchen tiles.

And as they broke apart, their eyes met, and they knew that this year would be one of secrets, love, and danger.

But they were ready to face it together.

Their love was a secret, but it was also their strength. A love that burned so brightly it was a wonder it didn't give them away.

And as the house settled down into the quiet of the early hours, they held onto each other, their hearts beating as one.

Their love was a secret, but it was also their salvation. A love that would guide them through the darkest of times.

For in the end, love was the most powerful magic of all.

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Months later, Hermione felt anxious, so she called Sirius through the floo network.

"Daddy, something is wrong!" She exclaimed as soon as he appeared, her eyes wide with fear.

"What is it, Kitten?" He asked, his expression immediately serious.

"Voldemort is getting stronger, Harry's scar is burning again and I think he's closer to finding the prophecy!"

Sirius's eyes darkened.

"We can't really do anything, until we know where he is." He said, his voice calm despite the turmoil in his heart.

"But we have to do something!" Hermione said, her voice shaking.

"We will, baby girl, we will." Sirius promised, his eyes filled with determination. "Are you okay otherwise, Princess?"

"Yes, just anxious." Hermione replied, her eyes searching his.

"I'll send you some more books, something to keep your mind occupied." He said, trying to ease her worries.

"Thank you, Daddy."

They talked for a while longer, their conversation a mix of the mundane and the serious, their love a constant undercurrent that buoyed them both.

"I can't wait to finally see you again, Sirius." She whispered.

"It's less than a month. Then I'll hold you in my arms again." He said, his voice low and filled with longing.

Hermione nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"I'll be counting the days."

"Me too, Kitten." He said, leaning closer to the fire, as if he could kiss her through the flames.

When she heard footsteps approaching, she had to cut the call short, but not before she whispered: "I love you, Daddy."

"Love you too, baby girl." He said, his eyes never leaving hers until the flames swallowed him up.

She curled up in one of the armchairs, the book on her lap forgotten.

Her mind raced with thoughts of Sirius, of the prophecy, of the war that was drawing ever closer.

***

Few days later, the worst news came. Harry had a vision of Sirius being tortured at the Ministry of Magic.

"No, it can't be true!" Hermione said, her voice shaking.

"It is, Hermione. We have to go, we have to save him." Harry said, his eyes wide with fear.

Her heart felt like it was being ripped out of her chest, but she knew she had to be strong. For Harry, for Sirius, for the love that she had sworn to protect.

"We will." She said, her voice steady. "But we have to be careful."

They did everything they could to ditch Umbridge, and with the help of Ron, Luna, Neville and Ginny, they flew to the Ministry of Magic.

The Department of Mysteries was a labyrinth of corridors and dark secrets. They fought their way through Death Eaters, their hearts pounding with fear and desperation.

The battle was fierce, and the air was thick with the smell of magic and fear.

And there he was, her Daddy, Sirius, fighting with all his might.

Hermione's heart clenched. The air was thick with the echoes of spells and screams ringing in their ears.

Their eyes met across the room, and for a brief moment, the chaos around them ceased to exist.

"Hermione!" He called out, his voice hoarse with fear.

"Sirius!" She yelled back, running towards him.

He pulled her into his arms, and for a moment, they were safe.

"You're okay." He whispered into her hair.

"I'm here, Daddy." She replied, her voice shaking with relief.

But their reprieve was short-lived as the battle raged on around them.

"I love you, Hermione." He murmured against her ear. "Remember that, no matter what happens."

The words hit her like a spell, making her heart ache with the weight of his love.

"I love you too, Sirius." She whispered back.

Their kiss was a promise, a vow to each other that no matter the outcome, their love would endure.

As they pulled away, Hermione saw the fear in Sirius's eyes, the knowledge that this could be their last moment together.

"I'll always come back to you." She said with a determination that she didn't feel.

Sirius nodded, his own fear mirroring hers.

"We'll find each other." He said, his voice strong despite the tremble in his hands.

And with a final squeeze, they parted, heading back into the fray.

The battle was fierce, and Hermione fought with a ferocity she didn't know she possessed. Her mind was a whirlwind of spells and strategy, her body moving on instinct.

But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

When she heard the screams of Harry, she knew.

Her heart stopped as she saw Sirius fall through the veil, the life draining from his eyes.

"NO!" She screamed, her wand flying to her hand.

But it was too late.

Sirius was gone.

The world around her shattered into a million pieces, leaving her alone and lost.

The grief was a living thing inside her, a pain so intense it threatened to consume her.

She couldn't remember how the battle ended, or how she got back to Hogwarts, to Gryffindor's common room. All she knew was the gaping hole in her chest where Sirius's love used to be. She curled up in one of the armchairs and cried until there were no tears left.

"Hermione?" A gentle voice broke through the fog of her grief.

She looked up, her eyes swollen and red, to see Harry standing over her, his face etched with concern.

"You had feelings for Sirius, hadn't you?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione nodded, unable to speak.

"We... I know it was inappropriate, but we've been together since... since two years ago, summer. I know it's unusual... but it started innocently."

The words spilled out of her in a rush, the dam of her secrets finally breaking.

"Oh, Merlin." Harry said, his eyes wide with shock. "Hermione, I had no idea."

He sat beside her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"He was your only family, Harry."

"And he was the love of your life, Hermione." Harry whispered.

They sat there in silence, their grief melding together, a bond forged in the fires of loss and love.

***

The days turned into weeks, but the pain of Sirius's loss remained, a constant reminder of what they had been fighting for.

As the summer holiday approached, Hermione knew she had to stay behind in Hogwarts, to do research, to do everything in her power to win this war. For Sirius.

After the last feast, Hermione pulled Dumbledore aside, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Please, let me stay here, Sir." She begged, her voice trembling. "I need to do research. I need to be ready for this war. For Sirius and all of those who've already fallen."

Dumbledore looked at her, his eyes filled with understanding. He nodded, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. 

"You may stay, Hermione." He said softly.

"Can Harry stay here with me?"

Dumbledore sighed.

"As much as I know, how much he hates his aunt and uncle, it's safer for him to go home, for now. But I understand your need to stay."

"Thank you." Hermione whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

And with that, she turned and headed back to the Gryffindor Tower, her heart heavy with grief and determination.

Her love for Sirius had been a secret, but now it was her driving force to finish this war for good.

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Hermione spent her summer months in the library, her nose buried in ancient texts, her mind racing with ideas and spells.

Her grief was a constant companion, a shadow that never left her side. But she used it, channeled it into her work, her determination to win this war stronger than ever. Sirius died in vain if she didn't do everything she could to ensure Voldemort's downfall.

And so she studied and researched and practiced, pushing herself to her limits and beyond.

She spent every waking hour in the library, her eyes strained from reading and her mind exhausted from thinking.

But she couldn't stop.

Because every time she closed her eyes, she saw Sirius, heard his laugh, felt his arms around her. His passion and love were the fuel for her fire. The ghosts of their past whispered in her ear, their love story echoing through the dusty halls of Hogwarts.

It was during one of her late-night studies, when she realised it was the last day of August, and the time had come for her sixth school year and her seventeenth birthday. 

' I'll take your virginity on your seventeenth birthday, Kitten .' Sirius's words echoed through her mind. He didn't wait... they didn't wait, not even until her sixteenth birthday, and she was grateful. Sirius made her a woman in every way possible, and she cherished those moments with him.

But now, she was alone, with only memories and a mission to keep her going.

As the students started to arrive, Hermione felt a pang of sadness, but she pushed it aside. This was her time, her chance to make a difference.

And she would not fail Sirius.

***

On the first day of sixth year, she spent some time with the boys in the common room, but it was clear her heart wasn't in the conversations.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked, his voice filled with concern.

"As okay as I can be." She replied, her voice tight with unshed tears. "Sirius is dead."

Ron looked at her, his face a mask of sympathy.

"We're all still in shock. But we're here for you."

"Thank you, Ron." She said, forcing a smile. "We have to fight to avenge his death."

The two boys nodded, their faces grim.

The year ahead was going to be the toughest yet. She had friends, but she was alone in her grief.

But she knew she had to keep going. For Harry, for Ron, for Sirius, and for all the lives that hung in the balance.

The war had taken a toll on everyone, and the shadows of doubt and fear lurked in every corner.

But Hermione had made a promise to Sirius, and she wasn't going to break it.

She tried her best to act normal during classes, lunches, dinners, study sessions, but in the quiet moments alone, she allowed herself to feel, to grieve.

The nights were the worst. Her bed felt empty without Sirius beside her, his warmth and comfort a memory that haunted her dreams.

But she pushed on, knowing that she had to be strong, for him, for the Order, for the world.

And so she threw herself into her studies, her potions and charms and herbology books her only solace in the cold, empty nights.

Few weeks into the school year, she was completely absorbed in her studies. Her determination to be prepared for the impending war consumed her every waking moment. While her classmates busied themselves with socializing and enjoying their meals, Hermione found solace in the stacks of books that surrounded her in the library.

On this particular day, Hermione had an additional motive for her intense focus. Professor McGonagall assigned homework that delved into the intricate world of time turners and time travel. For Hermione, who'd once possessed her own time turner, the subject was of great personal interest.

Hermione skipped lunch and made a beeline for the library as soon as her lessons concluded. The quiet sanctuary welcomed her with open arms, the scent of ancient parchment and the soft glow of candlelight providing her with a sense of comfort.

She settled into a secluded corner, her textbooks spread out before her like an elaborate tapestry of knowledge. The pages whispered secrets as her fingers traced the words, her mind eagerly absorbing every detail. Time travel always fascinated Hermione, igniting a spark within her that burned brighter than ever.

As she delved deeper into the subject, her thoughts couldn't help, but wander to her own experiences with time travel. She had been entrusted with a time turner for a brief period, using it sparingly and strictly adhering to the rules imposed by Dumbledore. The memory of that fateful night when she and Harry had saved the lives of Sirius and Buckbeak lingered in her mind, a bittersweet reminder of the power and consequences of altering time. Since then Sirius was gone, leaving her behind. She remembered his last words to her: ' I'll always come back to you .'

Hermione's eyes stung with tears, but she blinked them away, refusing to let grief distract her from her mission.

Her gaze fell upon a dusty, leather-bound book in the restricted section, titled ' Advanced Time Magic: The Unseen Consequences '.

Her heart raced as she opened it, eager to uncover the hidden truths within its pages.

The book was dense, the language archaic, but as she flipped through it, her eyes caught an interesting magic, it was a time travel spell, from before time turners were invented in the 1970's. It seemed difficult and had at least a million warnings, but Hermione kept reading the faded ink on the pages. It was a banned method, but she felt a pull, a desperate need to know if it was possible to change the past, to save Sirius.

The more she read, the more she felt the weight of her decision. Could she, should she try to change the course of history?

Next to the spell were several pictures of wand movements, with text below them in bold type, telling the reader how far back in time each motion could safely take them.

The last page had a warning that sent a shiver down her spine: ' Do not attempt to go back more than fifty years, for it is beyond the natural boundaries of time and will result in severe consequences for both the traveler and the timeline .'

Her heart raced as she contemplated the risks. Could she really do this?

The decision was made, Hermione was going to give it a shot, she had nothing to lose. If she could save Sirius, it would be worth any price she had to pay.

With trembling hands, she stood, the book clutched to her chest like a treasure map. She knew she had to be careful, she had to plan every move meticulously.

The spell required a specific incantation, a precise set of wand movements, and a powerful magical artifact or a constant person, who were there in both times, to anchor the traveler to the correct time.

Hermione couldn't help, but wonder about the possibilities that lay before her. She found herself daydreaming about the chance to interact with those she had lost, particularly Sirius. Hearing his voice again, smelling his scent, feeling his warmth beside her.

Lost in her thoughts, Hermione's quill hovered above her parchment as she considered the consequences of altering time. Dumbledore's warning echoed in her mind, a reminder of the dangerous territory she was treading. But the ache in her heart, the longing to see Sirius again, threatened to override her rationality.

She imagined their conversations, their laughter and the stolen passionate moments. The idea of being with him again was intoxicating.

Sirius, with his mischievous smile and warm eyes, had made her feel alive in ways she had never experienced before. And now, in this strange twist of fate, she had been given the opportunity to see him again, if only for a short while?

Hermione's fingers traced the worn pages of her forbidden time travel book

So why was she hesitating? This was the perfect way to make the world a better place. To stop Voldemort at the first war, to save Sirius from Azkaban, from death, to maybe save Lily and James Potter, to prevent more deaths. Harry told her about the dark magic, which Dumbledore mentioned to him, before he completely abandoned him and his questions. If Voldemort really split his soul before his disappearance in 1981, she could go back at least that far, and prevent... well everything.

"Dumbledore's wrong, time can be rewritten. Even if I have to sacrifice myself in the process, for the greater good. I could save at least three lives and Merlin knows how many more would die in the upcoming years, during the war. I need to do this." Hermione thought and stared blankly at the textbook in front of her.

Her plan was sound, so she would follow it, even if it meant going against everyone she knew and loved.

"I'm coming for you, Sirius." She whispered, her voice filled with hope. "This is my only chance." Hermione shook her head, and sighed. "Maybe I'm stupid, but the world won't get better, and..." Her train of thought trailed off as she saw a familiar face walk in and sit across from her.

It was Remus Lupin. 

"Remus! What are you doing here?" She gasped. "I thought the Ministry said no one can use the Hogwarts library anymore, who's not either a student or professor. No offense." She said softly. 

"I got special permission from Dumbledore to use the library today. I heard your mumbling Hermione." He said and took a glance at the time travel books. "Please tell me you don't plan to use that spell."

"I... I might." Hermione whispered. 

Remus' expression darkened. 

"You shouldn't take such chances, Hermione. You're too young, you don't understand what you're undertaking. What if..."

Hermione interrupted him, her voice trembling. 

"What if? Sirius is dead, Remus! What if I can save him? What if I can..."

"Time travel is not a game, Hermione!" Remus snapped. "You're playing with the fabric of reality! There's no telling what kind of consequences..."

"If I can save Sirius and anyone else who dies during this war and the first one, if I can end Voldemort before 1981... if..." She trailed off and looked away. 

Tears threatened to fall, but she blinked rapidly to fight them back.

Forcing a deep breath, she gathered all her courage and met the werewolf's eye.

"If we defeat him, Harry could grow up with his parents. Maybe I die, maybe I survive. Doesn't matter, it would be for the greater good, and I'd die happy if I get a chance to see Sirius again." She confessed.

"You really loved him, didn't you?” Remus sighed, his voice gentle.

"More than anything." Hermione whispered.

They sat in silence for a moment before Remus spoke up again.

"He adored you too, Hermione. Beyond rationality." He took her hand, and she felt his warmth seep into her cold fingers.

She closed her eyes and swallowed. The tears th reatened to spill. Why did Sirius have to die of all people?

"He loved you. He hated himself for it, because he felt like a broken man after Azkaban, but as you looked at him, like he was the most interesting person in the world, you helped him heal, Hermione. You helped him regain his confidence. He died fighting for a better future, because he finally believed in it, believed in you, in Harry, in life." Remus said softly. "But as much as he wanted a chance with you, he would say the same thing right now. It's too dangerous, Hermione. And meddling with time..."

"Did terrible things to witches and wizards. I know, Remus." Hermione sighed.

"How could you even think about using such risky magic? Think of the lives you may destroy, your own friends, your family. All this effort and you'll just end up hurting yourself and others." Remus said, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"I know, Remus, it's crazy!" Hermione cried out. "But Harry would understand."

"If you change things, you may never be born, and then..."

"Then I'd create chaos." She whispered.

"I know you're a clever witch and you are the most considerate from your little trio, but still, it's too risky."

Hermione sighed and thought for a minute. 

"What if you'd help me?"

Remus frowned.

"How?"

"You went to Hogwarts in the seventies, right? You were in your sixth year in 1976."

"Yes." Remus said, still confused.

"You should write a letter to young Remus, explaining everything to him. And another letter for Sirius and another one for Dumbledore. Then I wouldn't be alone."

"Are you mad Hermione?"

"No, I think it's actually genius. What I learnt from your friend group, you were the considerate one, just like me. We could... together we could stop the chaos before it started. We could save Harry's parents, we could save Sirius, we could..." 

"We could lose our minds too." Remus added bluntly.

"We're both open minded magicians, Remus. We won't lose our minds. Neither would Dumbledore or Sirius." Hermione argued. "The more I think, the more certain I am that I've chosen the right thing to do." 

He shook his head. 

"I'm sorry, Hermione. It's too risky."

"You're scared that something bad may happen if I meddle with time, but you also think that it's worth it?" Hermione challenged.

"I do, I do want them to live, but I have to be the responsible one. I'm the adult, I have to stop you, if I can." Remus replied, avoiding her gaze, ashamed. He knew she had figured it out by now.

"You know you're not responsible for any decisions I make. I'm an adult now too." Hermione insisted.

"That doesn't matter. It's still my responsibility." He said stubbornly.

Hermione sighed.

"Please Remus, I need your help to achieve this without too much damage." Hermione asked. "You know I will do it, no matter how. You know I made up my mind." 

"Yeah." Remus sighed.

"Will you please help me?" Hermione begged.

"Fine. Just promise me one thing."

"Anything." Hermione smiled, already preparing herself for the worst outcome.

"Promise me, you would not sacrifice yourself."

"I won't." Hermione said with a nod.

"Not even for Sirius." Remus pointed out.

"I can't promise that, but I will try my best to keep both of us safe."

"I will work on a counterspell, but what I know about time travel, you might have to live out your life from the seventies."

"It'd worth it. Especially if Sirius would... well you know, like me in the seventies too."

"Knowing him and his taste in girls, he'd definitely like you." Remus assured, then sighed. "But what about Harry and Ron?"

"They would understand my decision, even if they won't be my best friends in the future. I could still be part of their lives, like you were part of ours with Sirius." 

"I know, and I appreciate that you are willing to sacrifice yourself, for your friends, for my friends. For Harry."

Hermione smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Remus. You've been such a help."

Remus nodded and grabbed some parchment and a self filling quill from his bag.

"Let's write those letters."

***

Hermione went back to the Common Room after they said their goodbyes with Remus. She was carrying the time travel book and three closed envelopes, one for young Remus, one for young Sirius and one for the younger Dumbledore. She sat down on the couch, thinking about how to tell the boys her plan, when Ron and Harry sat down next to her.

"You missed dinner again." Harry said worriedly.

"It was pork chop day." Ron said, and licked off remaining barbecue sauce off his lips. 

Hermione sighed.

"I have a solution to fix everything. To finish the war, to finish Voldemort, to... save those who already died..." She explained, trying not to cry. "To save Sirius."

Ron and Harry stared at her, wide eyed, waiting for her to continue. Hermione took a deep breath. She could feel the anxiety in her chest build, but she needed to finish speaking now, before she lost her nerve.

"What do you mean Hermione? I thought you gave back your time turner to McGonagall." Harry frowned.

"There's an old, illegal time travel spell. Remus... I convinced Remus to help me in the past." She sighed. "I would go back to 1976, to attend Hogwarts with your parents and Sirius, Remus, Pettigrew. I would tell Dumbledore what I know about Voldemort, and... I don't know, I will do my best to stop him."

Harry and Ron exchanged glances. Neither of them really liked it, but Hermione was their friend, and she wouldn't give up so easily. 

"I will go with you." Harry said, but Hermione shook her head.

"You can't cross your own timeline, Harry, because you might never get born then."

"How will you come back?" Ron asked, stopping Harry from arguing.

"Probably no how. Traveling to the future is almost impossible." She whispered.

"But then... we won't be friends... or you will disappear, or there will be two of you?" Harry frowned in confusion.

"Remus thinks, if I reach 1979 in the past, I will create a paradox, and baby Hermione will have a different path, probably you will only know me like you know Remus and Sirius... because there can't be two of me in the same place, so... it's all wonky, it's just theory we worked out this evening." She explained.

Ron and Harry remained silent, exchanging knowing looks. They were both aware that Hermione would go through great effort to change anything, and the risk to her own life was far greater than their life. After several moments, Harry broke the silence.

"You would save my parents?" She whispered.

"I will at least try to do that, yes, Harry." Hermione said softly, putting her hand over Harry's on her knee. "Trust me, I wouldn't leave you guys, if I think there's any other solution to our problem. Besides, the thought of not seeing Sirius anymore..." Hermione whispered.

"You loved him, didn't you?" Ron whispered.

"I always did, yes. And he did love me." Hermione whispered. "Even though it was inappropriate, he loved me a lot." Hermione said softly. "But I'm not doing this for just Sirius's sake, I want to end Voldemort, save your parents, Harry and prevent the deaths of those who haven't even died yet... wars take collateral damage, and we already lost too many people." 

"When do you want to start?" Harry asked, his eyes filled with tears.

"As soon as possible, preferably after I finished packing a few of my things. I can only take my enchanted bag." Hermione told Harry.

"Thank you for sacrificing your life for mine, for our world."

"Seriously Hermione, we're going to miss you crazy." Ron whispered. 

Harry pulled both of them into a tight hug, and they all cried quietly while whispering words of comfort to each other. Once Harry finally let them go, Hermione quickly kissed both Ron and Harry's cheeks, telling them how brave and kind they were. 

"I will never forget the time we spent together, even if you guys have to. If I can't return, I will be there for you as your nice aunt Hermione, I promise." 

Harry and Ron nodded solemnly, and then the three of them hugged once again.

Hermione quickly ran to her dorm and grabbed all of the things she wanted, stuffing them into her enchanted bag and closing it with a snap.

"You're doing the right thing, Hermione." She whispered as she sat down on her bed, and opened the time travel book. 

A few moments later, Hermione found the spell and wand movements which would take her back twenty years, and carefully cast it before she could change her mind.

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Her head was spinning, before it stopped and she stumbled forward on one of the corridors of Hogwarts, but before she could fall, two strong arms caught her. 

"Whoa, whoa... steady there." A familiar voice said gently.

Hermione looked up into the eyes of young Sirius Black, who looked surprised, but concerned.

"Sirius?" Hermione whispered, her voice raspy. "You're alive?"

"Of course, I'm alive." He said, confused. "What's going on here? How do you know my name, doll?"

"I... I..." Hermione stuttered, trying to find the right words, before she lost consciousness.

The world around her went dark, and the last thing she felt was Sirius's strong arms around her, carrying her somewhere.

Sirius took the mysterious girl to the hospital wing where Madame Pomfrey let them in with a frown.

"Who's this girl? I have never seen her before." She frowned as she started to diagnose Hermione with her wand.

"She said she knew me, and then passed out." Sirius replied, his voice filled with worry.

Madame Pomfrey looked surprised, but said nothing.

"Will she be alright?" Sirius asked.

"I think so, though she seems shaken up." Madame Pomfrey said, checking Hermione's pulse. "I'd say she's just exhausted."

Sirius nodded, stroking Hermione's hair gently. He didn't understand how, but he felt a weird connection to the witch.

As Hermione regained consciousness, she felt the soft pillow under her head and the warmth of blankets.

"Where am I?" She whispered.

"You're in the infirmary." Sirius said from the chair beside her bed. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've just fallen from a broomstick." Hermione whispered.

"What's your name, love?" Sirius asked.

"Hermione." She murmured. "Hermione Granger."

"Hermione, do you know who I am?"

Her heart sank. She shouldn't know him, this version of Sirius was not her Daddy. No, at least not yet.

"You're Sirius Black, right?" She asked tentatively.

"Yeah, how do you know my name?"

"I heard about you. I... I'm transferring here from Beauxbatons. I heard you were a troublemaker." Hermione said, trying to cover her tracks.

"Ah, a French witch." Sirius grinned. "Well, welcome to Hogwarts. You're going to love it here."

Hermione nodded, trying to keep her excitement in check. 

"I fainted because I hit my head after I entered the school. Everything was so fascinating, I didn't watch my step, and my head met with a statue." She explained. "And I'm not French, I just studied in France." She lied.

She hated herself for lying to Sirius of all people, but she had to, at least for now.

Sirius chuckled.

"You're okay now, right?"

"Yeah, thank you for catching me and taking me here. You're a gentleman."

Sirius rolled his eyes.

"I try to be one." He winked.

Hermione felt a blush creeping up her cheeks, and she had to admit, young Sirius was cheekier, than his older self.

"What have you meant by you're alive?"

"I was talking crazy." Hermione blushed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I get it." Sirius nodded. "You probably hit your head badly.

"I did, but thanks to you, I didn't fall on the ground."

They shared a look that was loaded with unspoken words.

"No need to thank me, Hermione." He offered her his hand, and she took it gratefully.

His touch was electrifying, and she could feel his warmth, his love even though he didn't know who she was.

"I need to see Professor Dumbledore. He said in his letter that I must see him as soon as I get here."

"I'll take you to him." Sirius offered, helping her out of the bed.

Hermione took a deep breath, she was ready to face her new life in the past, ready to fight for the future she knew was coming.

But as she took her first step, her heart was torn between the life she knew and the one she was about to create. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew, the moment she entered 1976, it was her present, and whatever she changed, would change the future she knew.

The corridor was empty, but it was filled with ghosts of her past, of her friends, her teachers, her life. But she had to push it aside, she had a mission to fulfill, she had to save Sirius, no matter the cost.

"Let's go, then." Sirius said, leading her down the hallway.

"Thank you for escorting me, Sirius."

"My pleasure, doll." He replied, his voice filled with something that sounded suspiciously like attraction.

As they walked, Hermione couldn't help, but wonder if she had made the right decision. The weight of her mission was heavy on her shoulders, but as she looked at Sirius, she knew she'd do it all over again.

They reached the gargoyle, and Hermione said goodbye to Sirius.

"I'll take it from here."

"See you around then, Hermione. I hope you'll get sorted into Gryffindor." He said with a smile.

"Me too." She said before he left.

Once she was alone, she whispered a few of Dumbedore's known passwords. 

"Lemon drop?"

The gargoyle moved aside, and Hermione climbed the moving staircase to Dumbledore's office.

Her heart was racing with excitement and fear. This was it, she was about to tell Dumbledore everything she knew about Voldemort, and hopefully change the future.

"Enter." Dumbledore's voice echoed through the door, and she took a deep breath, and entered his office.

"And who are you, young lady?"

Hermione looked into his eyes, and took a deep breath.

"I'm Hermione Granger, Professor Dumbledore. And I've come from the future to save the world."

The room was silent for a moment, before Dumbledore chuckled.

"That is quite the introduction, Miss Granger."

"You have to believe me, Sir. I was born in 1979, I'm here to change the world, to finish Voldemort before it's too late. I came from 1996. I used an illegal time travel spell." She said quickly, and pulled out Remus's letter out of her bag. "Read this aloud, please."

Dumbledore opened the letter and began to read, his smile fading away as he took in the words.

Dear Albus Dumbledore,

I'm Remus John Lupin, from the future. You've probably already met Hermione, and need some explanations. I'm a member of the Order of The Phoenix, and as much as I wanted to stop Hermione, she insisted on doing this, to use a banned time travelling spell to get back to 1976. Our world is at war again in 1996. Many great witches and wizards died in vain already, and the war is nowhere near its ending. But there might be a way to prevent all these terrors. Hermione has crucial information to win the first war, to finish Voldemort forever, before he ever has a chance to return. And as a side mission, she's there to prevent innocent deaths too. Please let her do her job, and help her as much as you can. I will inform your future-self after Hermione leaves. 

Thank you for your help: 

Remus John Lupin

1996

Dumbledore's eyes widened as he read Lupin's letter aloud. The weight of the words hung heavy in the air, sinking into the very essence of the room. Hermione, still weak from her journey through time, watched intently as the expressions on Dumbledore's face shifted from surprise to curiosity, and finally to a solemn determination.

"Time travel." Dumbledore mused, his voice filled with both caution and hope. "A risky endeavour, indeed. But if what you say is true, Miss Granger, then we must proceed with the utmost care and precision."

Hermione nodded, her gaze never wavering from Dumbledore's face. She understood the gravity of her mission, the immense responsibility that now rested upon her shoulders. She knew that the fate of countless lives, including those of her dearest friends, depended on her success.

"Tell me, Hermione..." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling with wisdom and compassion. "What is the information that you possess? How can we ensure that Voldemort's reign of terror is halted before it even begins?"

Hermione took a deep breath, her mind racing with the knowledge she carried from the future. 

"Rumor has it that he made horcruxes." Hermione whispered, looking at the floor. "In the future we know about three for certain, but there must be at least three more... at least that's what you told my friend in the future." 

"He split his soul." Dumbledore whispered, horrified.  

Hermione didn't reply.

"What are the ones you know about?"

"His diary from his school years, his family ring and there are clues to Slytherin's locket, which made me think... if he used a famous article like Slytherin's locket..."

"... he might have used other founders' items too?"

"Yes, like Ravenclaw's lost tiara or Hufflepuff's famous cup?" 

Dumbledore thought for a few minutes, then sighed.

"You are going to be a student here, while we figure this out. How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen. I'm in my sixth year." Hermione said softly.

"And a Gryffindor by heart, I suspect." He said with a knowing smile.

"Yes, Sir. I'm a Gryffindor."

"You'll be in Gryffindor here too then. Do you have your school robes, wand or any other possessions from your time?"

"Yes, everything I could take with me."

"Good. Do you need anything? I could take you to London this Saturday, if you wish to get more supplies." He offered.

"Thank you, Professor. I'd appreciate that. I had a cat in my original time, but he was an older kneazle. I naively hope that maybe I could find him? He was born around 1970. The shopkeeper told me, he had to keep him for decades before the cat chose me. His name is Crookshanks."

"Certainly, we shall visit the Magical Menagerie." Dumbledore said with a nod. "But first, we need to create a story around your arrival."

"Yes, of course. I've already told Sirius Black I'm transferring from Beauxbatons."

"Sirius Black." Dumbledore repeated, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, you've met him already."

"I knew him in the future. He and I, even if it was inappropriate, we were... close." Hermione said, blushing.

"Well, I shall be your guardian for now. I'll tell the school that you're a distant relative of mine, a half blood girl who used to study in France, but had to transfer here due to some unfortunate events."

Hermione nodded gratefully. Dumbledore was going to help her. That meant she had a chance to save Sirius and everyone else.

"Thank you, Professor."

"Now, let's get you settled in Gryffindor Tower. I'll send a message to Minvera and she will take care of it." He said. "I'll start my research on horcuxes, and keep in touch with you. Meanwhile, finish your studies, and do your job to save those innocent people, Mr. Lupin mentioned in his letter." 

"Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore nodded kindly.

"Mr. Black is the reason you traveled back, yes?"

"Yes, he is my main reason."

"You must really love him, if you'd give up everything and travel back twenty years just to save him. You know there's no magic for the future? You have to live your life out here now." Dumbledore said gently.

"I know, Professor. But I can't just let him die again."

"He died?"

"Yes, in vain. I would do anything to stop Voldemort. Anything. Even living my life out here. Even giving up my friends in the future. But I have a question. What will happen to my past?"

"I'm not sure. Time is not a linear line, it's more like a river with many paths. We'll see. For now, let's focus on the task at hand." Dumbledore said, his voice firm.

Hermione nodded, taking another deep breath. She knew the road ahead would be fraught with danger and challenges, but Sirius was alive again, and she had a chance to save him. That was all that mattered.

"Thank you, Professor." She whispered before leaving his office.

When she finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she took a moment to compose herself. 

"Password?" The portrait demanded.

"I..." Hermione sighed. She forgot to ask Dumbledore for the password.

She stood there, contemplating, when suddenly a group of Gryffindor students arrived.

"Hermione!" Sirius called out, his eyes lighting up when he saw her.

Her heart skipped a beat. He was just as charming, if not more, than his future self, her Daddy.

"Sirius, hey. I talked to Dumbledore, but forgot to ask him for the password. I'm such a goof." Hermione said with a forced laugh, trying to keep her cool.

"No worries, come on." He winked and took her hand, leading her into the common room.

"So the password is..." Hermione whispered to him.

"It's unicorn blood this week." He whispered back with a smirk.

"Thanks." She said with a smile.

The common room was buzzing with excitement and energy, so different from the one she knew, and yet so familiar. In a corner, three boys were sitting. Hermione immediately knew who they were: Remus Lupin, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew.

Her heart squeezed at the sight of Remus, so young and hopeful, not knowing the fate that awaited him.

"Guys, this is Hermione. She's new here, transferring from Beauxbatons." Sirius introduced her.

The three boys looked at her with curiosity, before smiling and welcoming her to Hogwarts.

Hermione felt a strange mix of emotions, knowing the future they all had, and trying to act normal in the past.

But she had to keep her cover, she had to fit in, she had to win their trust, especially Sirius's.

So she plastered on a smile and hoped for the best.

The Marauders, as they were known, were a legend in her time. Now she was in the middle of them, a part of their history she never knew existed.

"So, Hermione, what's your story?" James asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm just a girl with a love for adventure and a thirst for knowledge, looking for a place to belong." She replied with a shrug, hoping it was enough.

They all laughed, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. Maybe, just maybe, she could do this.

As they talked and joked, Hermione couldn't help, but feel like she had found a new home. James was a lot like Harry, not just from the outside, but from the inside too. Remus was as kind and gentle as she remembered, but Peter, he was a vile creature. Hermione saw through his act, he was probably already following Voldemort.

But she had to play along, for now. For Sirius. For the future she hoped to change.

As the evening wore on, the group grew closer, sharing stories and secrets. Hermione listened intently, storing every word, every detail away in her brilliant mind. 

"Once I was attending the Quidditch World Cup and..." Hermione started, but stopped. She remembered, the World Cup hadn't been held in England for decades. "But obviously not in England. It was in Ireland, 1970." She corrected herself.

The boys looked at her with confusion, but she hoped they wouldn't question it too much.

"That must have been amazing!" Lupin said with enthusiasm, and Hermione nodded with a smile.

"It was. I'm looking forward to the next one, if it ever happens again."

The conversation flowed easily, and before Hermione knew it, the night had turned into a slumber party of sorts. They were all sprawled out on the floor, talking about their hopes and dreams, their fears and secrets.

"So, you play Quidditch or just enjoy watching?" Sirius asked, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Oh, I have a fear of heights, so I only watch, but I really like it." She confessed, her heart racing.

"Well, maybe I could teach you how to fly. If you're up for it?" He suggested with a grin.

Hermione felt a thrill run through her. This was her chance to get closer to Sirius, to learn more about him in this time.

"I'd love that, Sirius." She said, her voice genuine. "Though I'm really scared."

"Don't be, I got you." He said, his thumb stroking the back of her hand gently.

The touch sent a bolt of electricity through her, and she had to remind herself to keep her cool. This was not her Daddy, not yet, but she had to get closer to him, to make sure he didn't die.

The night grew later, and the fire in the common room grew dimmer. The others began to drift off to bed, and finally it was just Sirius and Hermione, lying side by side on the floor.

"You know…" Sirius said, his voice low and serious. "You're different from any girl I've ever met."

Hermione looked up at him, her heart racing.

"How so?"

"You're... strong. And brave. And beautiful." He replied. "But most of all, you're real."

"Sirius?" She whispered, her eyes searching his. "I don't know what to say."

He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath against her skin.

"You don't have to say anything." He murmured. "But I'd love to take you on a date next Friday. It's Hogsmeade weekend."

Her heart swelled with joy. He liked her. He didn't know her, but he liked her.

"I'd love that." She said, her voice shaking.

He leaned in and kissed her face softly, a promise of more to come.

As Hermione lay there, she couldn't help, but think about the past she was trying to change. Could she really do it? Could she succeed? Her first mission was to save Harry's parents and keep Sirius out of Azkaban. 

The future was uncertain, but she had a plan. And she had Dumbledore on her side.

"We should go to sleep soon." She whispered.

"Mhmm." Sirius agreed, his arms wrapping around her.

As she lay there in his embrace, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. Maybe, just maybe, she could make this work.

"See you tomorrow, Sirius Black?" Hermione whispered.

"Every day, Hermione." He said with a yawn. "Every day."

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Back in her dormitory, Hermione was faced with another challenge: Lily Evans. She had to win her over, to befriend her, to make sure she survived too. She was beautiful, with long red hair and bright green eyes that sparkled with mischief and intelligence.

"You must be Hermione." Lily said, looking her up and down. "The new girl."

"Yes, I am." Hermione said, trying to keep her cool.

"I'm Lily Evans, welcome to Gryffindor."

"Thank you." Hermione replied with a smile.

The two of them talked for a while, Lily asking her questions about her life in France, and Hermione carefully crafting a backstory that wouldn't give her away.

As they lay in their beds, the dormitory quiet around them, Hermione couldn't help, but feel a pang of guilt. Here she was, lying to everyone she met, even Lily, Harry's mother, who'd been nothing, but kind to her so far.

"I hope you'll like it here." Lily said, her voice soft in the darkness.

"I will try." Hermione promised. 

Lily smiled in the dark.

"Good night, Hermione."

"Good night, Lily."

As she drifted off to sleep, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling that she'd found a true friend in Lily. She knew she had to give Remus the letter, she had to tell him everything, but not now, not yet.

For now, she had to relax and think about Sirius. Her Sirius, not the handsome and sweet boy, who was currently sleeping a few dorms away, but the man who died, her Daddy, her everything. The man she was fighting for.

"We'll be together again, Daddy." She murmured into the dark. "I promise."

***

Next morning, before breakfast, Hermione unpacked her enchanted bag. A few important books, her clothes, her uniforms, some mementos from Harry and Ron and of course the gifts she got from Sirius. She knew she couldn't wear her ruby necklace yet; it was a Black family heirloom. Young Sirius couldn't see it until she handed him Remus's letter, but that couldn't happen yet. Sirius had to trust her first in order to believe her about time travel and their love story in the future.

As she was placing the necklace into her wardrobe, she decided to wear the moonstone earring and matching bracelet she got from Sirius. It was harmless, but just as meaningful.

Breakfast was a noisy affair, as it always was in the Great Hall. She sat with the Marauders, listening to their banter and trying to keep up with the conversation. It was strange. She knew so much about them, but they knew nothing about her.

"So, what do we have today?" James asked.

"Potions, Transfiguration, Charms and History of Magic." Sirius said.

"So basically, making Snape's life a living hell, fun, fun and boredom." Peter quipped, and everyone laughed.

Hermione felt a chill run down her spine. She almost forgot about Severus Snape being in the same class as the Marauders.

"Maybe the git learnt his lesson last year, and we can leave him alone?" Remus suggested.

"As if." Sirius said, throwing a piece of toast on Peter's plate.

The banter continued, but Hermione's mind was racing. She had to be careful with Snape, she knew his future.

"You okay, Hermione?" Lily asked, nudging her.

"Yeah, I'm just excited about my new teachers and everything. It's different in Beauxbatons."

"Well, if you ever need anything, I'm here." Lily offered with a warm smile.

"Thank you, Lily."

"How did you sleep in your new bed, Hermione?" Sirius asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"It was fine." She said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But I'd sleep better with you." She added without thinking.

The room erupted in laughter, and even though she felt a blush creeping up her neck, she couldn't help, but grin at the look on his face. He was surprised, but there was something else there, something that made her heart flutter.

"Cheeky girl." He said, ruffling her hair. "But I'm sure we can arrange something."

And just like that, the flirty banter began, lightening the mood, giving her hope that maybe, just maybe, she could pull this off.

"Is that a promise or a threat, Black?" She joked back, and he winked at her.

"Whatever you want it to be."

"We should get to Potions. Slughorn hates it when we're late." Remus reminded them.

"Fine, party pooper." Sirius grumbled, but his eyes remained on Hermione.

They all stood up, grabbed their books and headed towards the dungeons.

Hermione couldn't help, but feel like she was walking into a minefield. She had to be careful, she had to make sure she didn't change too much accidentally, but she knew she had to change enough.

The corridors were crowded with students, and she was grateful for Sirius's arm around her waist, guiding her through the throngs. His touch was a reassurance, a reminder of what she was fighting for.

"We don't want you to get lost." He murmured, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

"Thank you, Sirius."

Hermione's heart was racing. She had to keep it together, she had to stay focused. But with every beat of her heart, she felt herself falling deeper and deeper for this version of Sirius. He was so different, but still the same man she had loved with all her heart in the future.

And she knew she would do anything to keep him safe. Anything at all.

The dungeon door swung open, and the smell of cauldrons and potions filled her nose. She took a deep breath and stepped into the classroom, ready to face whatever the day would throw at her. 

Then she saw young Snape. He was glaring at her, his eyes cold. Her stomach twisted in knots. He was different too, but not that much. His greasy hair and sneering face, sure younger and more full of life, but she knew the darkness that dwelled within him. 

"That's Snape. He's a slimy git." Sirius whispered into her ear. "Don't mind him. He looks at everyone like that." 

Hermione nodded, trying to keep the smile on, though she felt anything but cheerful. This was going to be harder than she thought, but she was determined.

"You must be, Miss Hermione Granger. I'm Professor Horace Slughorn. Welcome to Potions."

Hermione looked up and nodded.

"Today you'll get your partner for the rest of the semester, and you'll work together on three potions, which are quite challenging." Slughorn explained. "Since you're our new student, you are allowed to choose your partner, but for the others, I'll decide."

Sirius looked at her and smirked.

"Looks like I'm going to be seeing a lot of you." He flirted.

Hermione couldn't help, but blush.

"I'd like to work with Sirius Black." She said, trying to sound casual.

"Very well." Slughorn agreed, then started pairing up people.

Snape glared at her, his eyes filled with malice.

"He's going to be a problem." Hermione murmured to herself.

"He hates us, so now that you've chosen me, he hates you too." Sirius shrugged. "I don't blame him though, the prettiest witch in this class chose me, not him." Sirius flirted.

Hermione had to bite her tongue not to say she knew that.

"Well, I'd rather die than to work with someone bitter like him. Besides, I had to choose the hottest wizard in this class, didn't I?" She flirted back, hoping to ease the tension.

"You are such a tease, Kitten." Sirius said with a wink, and she felt a jolt of excitement at his words, before she froze. Kitten . Sirius always called her Kitten in the future. 

"What did you call me?" She whispered.

"Oh, I call all pretty girls that. It's just a nickname." He winked, and she felt a pang of disappointment.

"Everyone?" She whispered.

"Only the ones I like, and right now, I only have eyes for you." He said with a smoldering look.

Hermione felt her heart flutter, and she had to remind herself, this was just the beginning of a very long road. This Sirius was so fresh, so full of life, so oblivious to his future. She had to save him.

Sirius saw something in her eyes, sadness maybe, and leaned closer.

"What's wrong, Kitten?" He whispered.

"Nothing."

"I'll only call you Kitten from now on." He promised, leaning closer to her. "You don't need to feel jealous, you are exquisite, Hermione."

Hermione felt a thrill go through her. Maybe, just maybe, she could make him fall in love with her again. And maybe, just maybe, she could save him.

Sirius looked at her, and he saw the determination in her eyes.

"Whatever you're thinking, Hermione, I'm with you." He whispered. 

The words echoed through the room, and she felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. She gently kissed Sirius's face, then whispered in his ear.

"I'm thinking about... showing Snape that he's not as good at Potions as he seems to think."

Sirius chuckled, and the tension between them dissipated.

"I like your style." He murmured back.

"We can brew a better potion, together." Hermione said with a smile.

"Let's do this." Sirius grinned.

They started working, their heads bent together over the cauldron. Hermione's heart was racing. This was the start of a new chapter in their story. A story she hoped would have a very different ending from the one she knew.

"I've got to get some ingredients from the pantry." She said, standing up.

"I'll come with you." Sirius offered.

"No, no. It's alright, I can handle it."

"But..."

"It's part of teamwork, isn't it? One of us gets the ingredients, while the other one keeps stirring the potion." Hermione winked, and he chuckled, letting her go.

As she walked towards the pantry, she felt a hand grab her arm.

"What do you think you're playing at?" Snape hissed.

Hermione looked into his cold eyes, and she knew she had to tread carefully.

"I'm just getting some ingredients for the potion." She said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"You're up to something. I can feel it." He said, his grip tightening.

"Severus, I'm just here to learn." She replied calmly.

"Don't call me that!" He sneered.

"Fine, Snape." She said, her voice firm.

"You've just got here, but you're already dating Black?" He spitted.

"It's none of your business."

"You're going to get hurt. Stay away from him." He warned.

"I don't need advice from a bitter boy like you!" Hermione said with disgust.

"He is a bully." Snape spat.

"He won't bother you this year, he will be occupied with me." Hermione promised.

"What do you mean?" Snape blushed.

"Not everyone's a virgin, Snape. I'll keep Sirius's mouth and hands busy enough, he won't have time to bully anyone." Hermione said with a smug smile.

The room went quiet, and she saw the look of shock and horror in Snape's eyes.

"You little... I'll tell everyone what you said!" He hissed.

"Tell them what, that you're a prude?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You think I'm scared of you? Right now you're just a sad little boy with no friends, no real life and definitely no love. I feel sorry for you, Snape."

"You... you..."

"You're pathetic." Hermione spat. "I won't bully you, because I'm not that kind of person. But if you keep bothering me, I can promise you, I will make your life more miserable here."

Snape's grip on her arm tightened, and she knew she had to go.

"Let go of me, or I'll scream." She said calmly. "I'm not joking."

Slowly, he released her, and she stepped back, her heart racing.

"You're playing with fire, Granger."

"I'm not playing with anything." She said, her voice cold. "I have more important things to do, than taking up with your miserable life."

Snape stared at her, his eyes burning with anger.

"You're going to regret this!" He said, before storming away.

Hermione took a deep breath and composed herself, before walking back to Sirius, a newfound confidence in her step.

"Ready to win this potion challenge?" She said with a smile.

"What took you so long, Kitten?" He asked.

"I was just having a 'friendly chat' with that greasy git." Hermione sneered. "I told him if he keeps bothering me, I will make his life more miserable. And I don't need to play pranks on him or anything."

"He's an asshole." Sirius said, his eyes dark.

"Yeah, but we're going to ignore him. Bullying him won't make us better than him."

"Yes, you're probably right."

As they worked on their potion, Hermione knew she had to tell Remus about her past soon. But for now, she had to keep her secret.

Their potion was a success. Slughorn praised them, and announced them as the winners. Hermione couldn't help, but feel a thrill of victory, not just for winning, but for standing up to Snape. She looked over at the Slytherin, and couldn't help the gloating grin that spread across her face.

As they packed up their things, Sirius leaned closer.

"What did you say to him?" He whispered.

"Let's just say, he knows to stay out of our way from now on." She said with a smirk.

"You're something else, Hermione Granger." He said, his hot breath against her ear.

"Yeah, I know." She whispered, her heart racing.

They left the classroom hand in hand, and she felt like she was walking on cloud nine. She had Sirius back. A different Sirius, but still the man she loved. And she had friends too, a purpose and a future she was fighting for.

***

After lunch, Sirius and James went to Quidditch practice, while Remus and Peter were busy with other things. Hermione took the opportunity to finally pull Remus aside.

"He'll be back soon, Peter. I just need some help with my schedule." Hermione lied. 

She tried her best to sound nice to Pettigrew, but she couldn't hide the disgust in her voice.

"Okay, I'll catch up with you guys later then." Peter said, and left them.

Once they were alone, Hermione took out the letter from her pocket and handed it to Remus.

"What is this?" He frowned.

"Read it aloud please."

Remus's eyes grew wide as he started reading the words.

Remus,

It's you from the future! In 1996, Voldemort returned and we're going to war again. I know it's a shock but please believe me. Hermione is from 1996, she was born in 1979 and she's there to save the world. You are her constant. Someone who's there in the past and the future. She used an illegal time travel spell, which I tried to prevent, but she's stubborn. She's there to help us, to change the future. To save Sirius. Yes, many of you will fall, if Hermione doesn't change things. I know you're going to be skeptical, but you have to believe her. Please help her and keep her safe. I trust you.

"Hermione? What is this?" He asked with a frown.

"It's a letter from you, Remus. You from the future. That is your handwriting, it's not forged, it's not a joke. I need you to believe me."

Remus looked at her, his eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of deceit, but he found none.

"So, you're telling me, you're from the future. And my future self wrote this letter?"

"Yes."

"Why me?"

"Because I needed a constant. Someone to be there in both times, if anything went wrong. Traveling to the future is impossible, but I still needed someone to amplify my destination."

"This is insane."

"I know it sounds like it, but it's true. I know everything about you, everything about James, Sirius, Peter. I know what happens to you all."

"You chose me to be your constant, so Lily, James, Sirius and even Peter are dead?" Remus' voice was filled with horror.

"Remus, I'm so sorry." Hermione whispered. 

"Why would you risk your life and travel to the past?" Remus frowned.

"Because I was in love with Sirius in the future. We were together, even though our age gap was inappropriate. I love him, and he died. He died in vain. He left me nothing, but regret and pain."

Remus looked at her, his heart breaking for her.

"I'll help you. But you must tell me everything. No more secrets."

"I will, I promise." Hermione  took a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears.

"What can we do?"

"You should help me. If we stop Voldemort, everyone could live, and those who deserve it, will rot in Azkaban, instead of Sirius."

Remus frowned. 

"Wait, Sirius will be... accused of something?"

"It's a long story, but yes." Hermione sighed. "I can't go home, so I want my life to be great here, with Sirius."

"Okay, I'll help you. But we need to be careful, we can't mess up time."

"I know." Hermione nodded. "So for now, we need to pretend everything is normal. I'm Hermione. The exchange student from France, who studied in Beauxbatons. And we can't tell anyone about this."

"Not even Sirius?" Remus asked, his voice low.

"No. Not yet. I have to get closer to him, so he'll believe me."

"Okay, I'll play along. But what's the plan?"

"We're going to stop Voldemort. We're going to save Sirius, Lily, James and we'll put Peter in Azkaban."

"Peter?" Remus gasped. "Peter will betray us?"

"I know it's hard to believe, but he's probably already a Death Eater by now." Hermione whispered.

"But how do we save everyone?"

"We're going to use the information from the future to our advantage. I'm working on something with Dumbledore too. As soon as I have more information from him, I'll share it with you. We have a few years to stop Voldemort."

"A few years?" Remus looked at her with doubt.

"Yes, we have to work hard until 1981. We'll do it, Remus. We have to."

Remus nodded, his eyes filled with resolve.

"Alright, Hermione. I'm with you."

And with that, a new bond was formed, a secret alliance to change the course of history.

They had a lot of work to do. Hermione had to win over Sirius, and she had to keep her secret from everyone else, even the ones she cared about the most. But she was ready.

The bell rang, and they both stood up.

"We should go to dinner." Remus said.

"Yes, let's go."

***

In the Great Hall Hermione sat down next to Sirius, smiling and laughing, trying to act like nothing changed, like she wasn't carrying the weight of two worlds on her shoulders.

But as she looked at him, she knew she had to keep going. For him. For all of them.

"How was Quidditch practice?" She asked him, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It was alright. Though I missed you from the bleachers." Sirius said with a wink.

"You did?" Hermione's cheeks turned red.

"Of course, I did. You're my lucky charm."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew she had him.

"I'll be rooting for you next time. I had to organize my schedule and Remus here helped me." She said, giving Remus a grateful smile.

"That's nice of you, Moony." Sirius said.

Remus nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. The bond between Hermione and Sirius seemed to span across time and space. He's never seen Sirius this happy or interested in a witch before.

After dinner, they lay across the floor back in the common room, and just like the night before. They talked and laughed and Hermione felt like she belonged, like she'd always been there. 

"So, what's your favorite subject?" Sirius asked, his head resting on her stomach.

"Transfiguration and Arithmancy." She said without thinking.

"Really?" James looked surprised. "We enjoy Transfiguration too."

"Yeah, though I suck at Arithmancy." Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "I don't even know why I took that class again. Last year I barely passed."

Hermione laughed.

"It's okay, I can tutor you, but for a fee." She flirted back.

"Fee? What do you want, Kitten?" He smirked.

"Your heart on a silver platter." She joked.

Sirius looked at her, his eyes searched hers, then he laughed, breaking the tension.

"Is that all?" He teased.

"And maybe that date you promised me to Hogsmeade." She added with a smirk.

"It's a deal." He said, placing a gentle kiss on her hand.

The night went on, and she felt like she was living a dream. But she knew the reality was much harsher.

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Saturday arrived, and as Dumbledore promised, he took Hermione to Diagon Alley. It was a strange feeling, being in a place she knew so well, yet it was so different. The shops were new and vibrant, and people were happy, not fearful like in her time. She felt conflicted. Diagon Alley held so many happy memories for her. The first time she entered the Wizarding World with McGonnagal. Then her first visit with Harry and Ron before their second year. Sure, Hogwarts had way more memories, but there she could focus on Sirius and even the others, but here, she was on her own, with only Dumbledore as her guide.

"Here you go, my dear." Dumbledore handed her a bag of coins. 

"I cannot accept this, Sir. I brought my own money, from the future, I don't want to be a burden." Hermione said, trying to refuse.

"Nonsense, child. You're not a burden. You'd risked everything for the future of the Wizarding World. For a wizard, you love. It's the least I can do. I have no children of my own, so let me spoil you a bit." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione said with a smile.

Diagon Alley was as magical as she remembered, but different too. There was no sign of the war, no Dark Marks hanging in the sky, no fear in the air. It was bustling with life and happiness.

"So, you mentioned a kneazle kitten?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, I really want to find my cat. He was very old in my time, even for a kneazle. So he must be at the store. If I remember correctly, he was born between 1970 and 1975." Hermione said.

They walked into Magical Menagerie. It smelled faintly of feathers, fur and dust. Hermione's eyes scanned the store, looking for any sign of a young Crookshanks.

And then she saw him in a cage. A tiny, fluffy, ginger kneazle kitten, his fur sticking up in all directions, his face flat with an intelligent gaze.

"That's him!" She exclaimed, rushing over to the cage.

The kitten looked at her, his eyes wide and curious.

"Hello, little one." She whispered.

The kitten mewed back.

"Don't touch that cage, Miss! That cat is a beast." The shopkeeper witch warned.

"It's okay." Hermione said gently, and opened the cage.

The little kneazle jumped into her arms immediately, purring.

"It's like he knows me." She said with wonder.

Dumbledore chuckled.

"Kneazle cats are believed to be capable of prophecy. Perhaps he knows you're his future owner."

Hermione looked down at the kitten, feeling a connection that was more than just love.

"Thank you, Professor." She whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.

"You're welcome, Hermione."

The witch noticed Hermione cradling the kitten, shock clear on her face.

"Unbelievable. See this?" She lifted her left hand. "This little beast bit and scratched me while I gave him lunch yesterday. And now he's all cozy with you."

"I guess we have a special bond." Hermione said with a smile.

"I guess so." The witch said, looking at the two of them with curiosity. "Would you like to take him? I'd be forever in your debt."

"Yes, please."

Dumbledore paid for the kitten, and Hermione held Crookshanks tightly, feeling a piece of her future with her in the past.

The rest of the day was spent wandering the shops and buying supplies she needed for her school year and her mission. But every time she looked down at Crookshanks, she felt a warmth spread through her chest.

"I couldn't risk putting him in my bag at home, but now he's here. And he's young and healthy. I can't wait to introduce him to the others." She said to Dumbledore.

"I'm sure they'll love him."

As they headed back to the fireplace, Hermione felt a strange sense of home. The warmth of the kitten in her arms, the sound of laughter and chatter from the street, the familiar cobblestone beneath her feet.

But she knew she couldn't get too comfortable, she had a mission. A mission to save at least three lives and change the course of history.

"Thank you again, Professor." She said as they stepped into the fireplace.

"Don't thank me yet, Hermione. The journey has just begun."

The green flames engulfed them, and she was back in Dumbledore's office, ready to face whatever came next. But for now, she had a kitten to introduce to her friends.

***

As soon as she got back to the common room, Crookshanks jumped off her shoulder and started exploring. 

"Welcome home, Crookshanks." She whispered.

The Marauders and Lily were all sitting around the fireplace, talking and laughing.

"Look what I've got!" She announced, happily.

"A kitten?" Lily squealed. "He's adorable!"

"His name is Crookshanks." Hermione said proudly.

"He's a kneazle kitten, actually." James said, his eyes wide.

"How do you know that?" She asked, surprised.

"My grandmother used to have one. They're brilliant hunters." He said.

"I know." Hermione said with a knowing smile.

Sirius looked at her with curiosity.

"Is there anything you don't know, Hermione?" He asked.

"Not really." She said, blushing.

They all laughed, and she felt a sense of belonging. They lay down on the rug in front of the fireplace, sharing stories and playing with Crookshanks. 

But she couldn't let herself get too comfortable. She had to remember why she was here.

"So, about that date tomorrow..." Sirius whispered in her ear.

"Yes?" She whispered back, her heart racing.

"I've got a surprise for you." He said with a wink.

Hermione couldn't help, but smile. Whatever the future held, she was going to enjoy every moment she had with Sirius.

"I can't wait." She said, and she meant it.

As they talked, Crookshanks jumped into Sirius's lap, and he froze.

"Cats usually don't like me." He said, his voice soft.

"But Crookshanks is special." Hermione said, stroking the kitten.

Sirius looked at her, his eyes searching hers. Hermione knew he was suspicious, but she couldn't tell him everything, not yet.

"You're special too." He murmured, leaning closer.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"So as you, Sirius." She whispered back.

The air was charged with electricity as they leaned in, their lips brushing.

"Congrats, you two!" Remus teased, throwing a pillow at them.

The room erupted in laughter, breaking the moment.

Hermione pulled away, her face red.

"Thanks, Remus." She said, throwing the pillow back.

But she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. Sirius liked him. And she had Crookshanks.

Things were looking up, but she knew the hard work was just beginning. She had to find a way to get closer to James and Lily, to keep an eye on Peter, and most importantly, to make sure Sirius stayed safe.

As the others decided to go to bed, Hermione stayed in the common room with a book. Sirius gently kissed her forehead.

"Good night, Hermione." Sirius said, his voice low.

"Good night, Sirius." She said, her heart fluttering.

Soon the only one staying downstairs was she and Remus.

Remus looked like he had a thousand questions.

"You okay?" He asked her.

"Yeah, I just don't know how to tell you everything." Hermione said, her voice tight with emotion.

"I understand." Remus nodded. "Would it help it I asked you questions?"

"Maybe." She said with a sigh.

They sat in silence for a while, the crackling fire the only sound.

"Okay, why do you have a kneazle?" Remus started.

Hermione smiled down at the kitten playing with her scarf on the rug.

"He was my cat in the future. He was old then. But I knew he was born around 1970 so when Dumbledore offered me to take me to Diagon Alley, I knew I had to find him."

Remus nodded, his eyes filled with understanding.

"Do you know about my condition?"

Hermione nodded.

"Lycanthropy, yes."

"And you're not afraid or disgusted?"

"Why would I be?" She asked, her voice firm. "I know you. You were a good man in the future, and you're a good man here, Remus. I know it."

He looked at her, surprised.

"Thank you."

"So if you know about me, then you must know about James, Sirius and Peter being..."

"Animagi." Hermione said, her voice low.

"How do you know?"

"I'm from the future, remember? In my third year, you were my Dark Arts teacher. Sirius was on the run from Azkaban. Everyone thought he betrayed James and Lily, but in the end, we found out that it was Pettigrew who betrayed his friends. He disappeared, and cowardly spent twelve years in his rat form, pretending to be a pet for the Weasley family."

Remus's face paled.

"I had hoped that wouldn't happen."

"It doesn't have to." Hermione said, her voice urgent. "We can change that. When it's time, Lily and James must choose you or Sirius as their secret keeper. Not Peter."

Remus nodded, his eyes on the fire.

"I'll talk to them."

"You can't. All we can do is to somehow expose Peter's darker side, without telling James or Lily about my real identity. But it's going to be tough."

They sat in silence for a while.

"So, what's the deal with you and Sirius in this time?" Remus finally asked.

Hermione blushed.

"We're... getting close." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Good. So soon you'll tell him the truth about you, right?"

"I don't know." Hermione sighed. "I need him to trust me completely. Unlike you, Sirius is much more skeptical about things like time-travel."

"True." Remus nodded. "What if Lily and James still choose Peter as their secret keeper?"

"If we work hard, we can destroy Voldemort, before he could attack James and Lily. But to be cautious. We can have a plan B for Pettigrew. If he frames Sirius, I know where he'll end up. So all we have to do in that case to take the rat from the Weasleys and bring him to the Wizengamot."

Remus nodded again, his face thoughtful.

"I'll do anything to help you." He said. "For James, Lily and... for Sirius."

Hermione looked into his eyes, filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, Remus."

They returned to their dormitories, and she climbed into bed, her mind racing. The future was uncertain, but she had a plan. And she had Remus and Dumbledore on her side.

As she lay in bed, holding Crookshanks, she thought about the upcoming Hogsmeade trip. It was her chance to get closer to Sirius, to change his fate.

And she was ready for whatever it took.

***

Next morning, before Hermione left the common room, she noticed Pettigrew sitting in the bay window, his eyes on her. She felt a shiver run down her spine.

"What's wrong?" Lily asked, noticing her tension.

"Nothing, just a little nervous about the date." She lied.

"Don't be, you're going to have a great time." Lily assured her. "Sirius never looked at a girl, like he looks at you."

But Hermione knew better. Pettigrew was a snake, and she had to be careful around him.

As they turned to leave the common room, they heard a scream.

"Oh my God, your kitten is on Peter's face." Lily exclaimed, horrified.

"Get it off me!" Peter screamed, flailing his arms.

"Crookshanks, stop!" Hermione shouted.

The kneazle stopped and looked at her, his eyes wide and filled with hatred towards Pettigrew.

"What the hell is going on?" James demanded.

"Her beast attacked me!" Peter shouted, pointing at Crookshanks.

Hermione couldn't believe it. Crookshanks looked like he knew Peter was a vile creature, even as a kitten.

"He was just playing. He's just a kitten, Peter." She said, trying to sound calm.

But Peter didn't look convinced.

"Keep that thing away from me!" He hissed.

Sirius looked at Hermione with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Well, I guess we know who's not a cat person." He teased Peter.

"Not funny, Sirius. Now I have to go see Madame Pomfrey." Peter grumbled.

Hermione felt a strange sense of pride in Crookshanks. He was protecting her, even now.

"I'll go with you." James offered.

"Thanks." Peter said, and the two of them left.

Hermione watched them go, her heart racing. She had to keep an eye on Peter, she had to protect Lily and James from death, and Sirius from prison.

"Are you ready for our date, Kitten?" Sirius whispered in her ear.

"More than ready." She said, smiling up at him.

After breakfast, they made their way to Hogsmeade, her hand in his, and she felt a thrill of excitement. The date was going to be perfect. Their first real date, she realised. In the future, Sirius couldn't leave Grimmauld Place without risking his life, but here, he was free.

As they strolled through the cobblestone streets, she felt like she was in a fairytale. The shops were already decorated with pumpkins and skeletons, even though it was not even October, and the smell of pumpkin juice and chocolate wafted through the air.

"They started early." Hermione chuckled. "It's not even my birthday yet."

"Birthday?" Sirius asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Oh, it's nothing." She said, blushing.

"Tell me when's your birthday, Kitten." 

"It's the 19th of September. When's yours?" She asked, even though she knew the answer.

"Mine's 3rd of November." He said with a grin.

They wandered into the Three Broomsticks, where she had her first butterbeer with Harry and Ron. It was strange to be there without them, but she couldn't think of a better person to share this moment with than Sirius.

"We'd like two butterbeers and some chocolate biscuits, please." He said to the barmaid.

The woman looked at them and nodded before disappearing into the back.

Hermione felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

As they sat down, sipping their drinks and nibbling on biscuits, she knew she had to tell him the truth. But she had to be careful, she didn't want to scare him away.

"Sirius, I need to tell you something." She began.

He looked at her, his eyes searching hers.

"What is it?"

"When we get back to the castle, I'd like you to come with me to the Room of Requirement. There's something I want to tell you privately."

Sirius looked intrigued.

"Okay, Kitten."

The rest of the day was spent exploring the village, sharing secrets and laughs, but she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was growing inside her.

The Room of Requirement was where she had to tell him the truth, where she had to convince him that she was from the future, and that she had come back to save him.

But for now, she enjoyed the moment, the warmth of his hand in hers, the sound of his laugh.

"I have to tell you, Hermione. I've never thought I'll find a witch like you." He whispered.

"A witch who can handle a kneazle?" She teased.

"A witch who can handle me." He said, his voice serious.

"I'll always handle you, Sirius. If you let me." She whispered back.

And with that, they shared their first kiss in the past, a promise of a future she hoped she could give him. His tongue was gentle, his arms strong, and she felt like she was finally home.

As the sun set, they made their way back to Hogwarts. Hermione's heart was racing, her mind swirling with the gravity of what she had to do next. But she couldn't keep lying to the man she loved, she had to tell him the truth.

"Can we go talk now?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius nodded, his eyes filled with trust.

"Yes, baby. You can tell me anything."

And with that, they made their way to the Room of Requirement.

As soon as they sat down on the cozy sofa the room provided them, Hermione sighed.

"Do you trust me, Sirius?" She asked.

"I know it's early, but with my life." He said without hesitation.

"Good." She whispered, and softly kissed him. "Because I have something to tell you. 

"I... you need to read this." Hermione whispered as he handed him Remus's third letter, the one specifically for Sirius.

Dear Padfoot,

 It's Moony from the future. In 1996 Voldemort returns and we're going to war again. Hermione's your love. Your age gap was inappropriate, but neither of you cared, you fell in love. Now, my dearest friend, you're dead, in the name of the greater good, and Hermione's broken enough to risk everything just to save you. Please, don't make her go through that again. Love her, cherish her and keep her safe. She's going to change the future, she's going to stop Voldemort. She's going to save us all, if we help her.

Sirius read the letter with wide eyes, his hand trembling slightly.

"Is this true?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Every word." Hermione said, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry, Sirius. I had to wait until you trusted me enough. When you died, I died with you. We were secretly together for two years. You were my everything."

Sirius looked up, his eyes full of disbelief and hope.

"You mean, you're here because of me?" He whispered.

"Yes. I'm here because of you. And I need you to believe me." She said.

He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers before he finally spoke.

"I believe you." He said. "But it's a lot. Like you dated a wizard twenty years older than you..."

"I loved you, Sirius and you loved me. And now I'm here, with a chance to change your future. To save you. Will you let me?"

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"I believe you. I felt our connection the moment I saw you. I've never felt like this before." He whispered into her hair.

Hermione leaned into his embrace, feeling his warmth, and she knew she made the right decision.

"I need your help to stop Voldemort. To save Lily and James. I need you to help me expose Peter. I can't let you go through Azkaban again. I can't let you die."

"Peter? He betrayed us?" Sirius asked, his voice cold.

"Yes. But we have time. We can change it. We can make it right."

He nodded, his arms tightening around her.

"Okay. We'll do it together. We'll make it right."

And with that, their mission began. The mission to save the world and their love.

Hermione lay in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, listening to his steady heartbeat. For the first time since she'd arrived in the past, she felt like she might just be able to pull this off.

"Thank you, Sirius. Thank you for believing me." She whispered.

"It's okay, Hermione." He said, kissing her forehead. "Tell me about our time together." He asked and Hermione blushed crimson.

"So it was kinky, wasn't it?" He laughed, and she smacked his chest playfully.

"A little, but it was beautiful. You were my Daddy." Hermione said, feeling a little shy.

"Daddy? That's actually kind of hot." He whispered into her ear, his voice filled with excitement.

Hermione's eyes widened, she didn't know if she could handle this version of Sirius, but he wasn't that different.

"You really think so?" She flirted.

"Yes. I can be your Daddy if you want."

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she nodded without thinking too much about it.

"What else, Kitten?"

"You always called me Kitten in the future." She whispered, feeling a tear slide down her cheek.

"So that's why you hated the thought of me calling other girls Kitten." He murmured.

"Yes, because I'm your Kitten, Sirius."

He leaned in and kissed her softly, his hand stroking her cheek.

"Yes, you're my Kitten." He said softly. "Baby, it's okay, I'm not dead. And I'm not going anywhere." He promised, holding her tight.

The warmth of his embrace made her feel safe, like nothing could ever hurt her again. But she knew the battle was just beginning.

The future was a fickle thing, and she had a long way to go before she could call it home. But for now, she had Sirius.

"Tell me more about our time together."

"Well, for more than a year we had to fight our urges. I was too young. But I still sat on your lap, and grinded my pussy on your big, thick cock through clothing." She whispered.

"Fuck, Hermione." He groaned, his cock growing hard at the thought.

"But it wasn't enough. And soon you were licking my pussy daily." She added.

Sirius's breath hitched, and he kissed her, his hand sliding down her body, finding her thigh, and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"And I sucked you off every chance I got." She whispered, her hand moving to his crotch, feeling his arousal.

"Hermione..." He groaned.

"But that's not all. You fingered me and somehow you've always found my most special spot, making me come so hard."

"Fuck, baby." He murmured, his hand moving up her thigh.

"And you spanked me, when I begged you to take my virginity."

"You liked it rough, didn't you?" He said with a smirk.

"I liked it all." She said with a blush.

Sirius's hand slipped under her skirt, and she gasped as his thumb grazed her clit over her knickers.

"I want to make you feel good, Hermione. Right now." He murmured. "Tell me more."

Hermione nodded, as he started circling her clit through the fabric.

"Next summer, I begged you for more and we tried sixty-nine. And it was magical."

Sirius chuckled and kissed her neck.

"You're so naughty." He said, his voice low and gruff.

"You liked it." She whispered.

"I love it." He said, his thumb pressing down on her clit.

"But that still wasn't enough. So I begged you to at least take my... other virginity." Hermione blushed.

Sirius's eyes darkened with lust.

"Anal?" He whispered, and Hermione nodded.

"You liked it? Did it hurt?"

"It was... different. But I liked it. I liked pleasing you. And you filled me up so nicely. The pain was minimal compared to the pleasure."

Sirius groaned, his cock straining against his trousers.

"Baby, you're killing me." He murmured, his hand sliding under her panties now, his finger sliding into her wetness.

"But we had to be careful." Hermione whispered. "Because we couldn't let anyone know. But we weren't strong enough and you took my virginity before my sixteenth birthday and you made me feel so good, Daddy."

"Call me that again." He murmured, and she did.

"Daddy, I need you." She whispered.

"Hermione, baby, I'm right here." He said, his finger sliding in and out of her, her juices coating his hand.

"But I need more." She begged.

Sirius pulled away, looking at her with a serious expression.

"I promise you, Kitten. I'll be there for you. I believe you. You have me."

And with those words, she knew she had him.

The future was uncertain, but for now, she had him, and that was all that mattered.

"Please, Daddy." She cried out, as he kept fingering her. "It's been so long since... I haven't touched myself since..." She confessed.

"Since future me died?"

"Yes." Hermione whispered.

Sirius kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his finger worked her into a frenzy.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby." He promised. "Get naked for me."

And she did. She stood up and stripped off her clothes, and he took in the sight of her, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured.

"Thank you, Daddy." She said, her voice trembling.

He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply as his hand slid down to cup her pussy, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles.

Hermione moaned, her body responding to his touch like it was made for it.

"Please, Daddy." She begged. "It's so good."

Sirius smirked.

"Then let's savor it." He said, before pulling her down onto the sofa, his mouth finding her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple.

Hermione arched her back, her body responding to his touch.

"Daddy." She whispered, as his mouth moved down her body.

And for the first time in a long time, she felt alive again. The warmth of his tongue on her skin was like a balm to her soul.

He kissed her stomach, her thighs, her mound. And then he saw it. The 'S' tattooed on her smooth mound.

Sirius looked up at her, his eyes wide.

"What's that?" He asked, his voice thick with lust.

"It's a tattoo. I got it for you... for Christmas. It's the symbol of my loyalty to you. I'm yours, Sirius." She whispered.

Sirius's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing. He kissed the tattoo reverently, before spreading her legs and burying his face between them. His tongue swirled around her clit, making her squirm.

"Oh, Daddy." She moaned.

He licked and sucked her clit, his tongue delving into her wetness, tasting her sweetness.

"You're mine, Hermione. All mine." He murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "I was waiting for you my whole life."

And as he feasted on her, Hermione knew she had made the best decision. She's got Sirius back. And not just him, but a possibility for a lifetime together.

The future was still a blur, but for now, she had this moment, and it was everything she ever wanted.

Her orgasm built up, and she felt herself getting closer and closer.

"I'm going to come, Daddy." She whispered, her voice shaky.

"Come for me, baby." He murmured, his tongue working her faster.

And with a scream, she did. Her body convulsed, and she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.

Sirius looked up at her, his mouth wet with her juices.

"You're beautiful when you come." He said, his voice filled with awe.

Hermione couldn't help, but smile, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Thank you." She whispered. "Please, make love to me, Sirius." She begged.

Sirius nodded, and before she thought about it, he grabbed his wand and cast a contraceptive charm on her.

"You're not my first girlfriend, Hermione, but I promise you, you're my last one." He said, his voice serious.

And with those words, he slid into her, filling her up and making her feel complete.

They moved together, their bodies fitting perfectly.

"I love you." Hermione whispered, as he thrust into her slowly and deeply.

"I know it's early, but I love you too." He said, his voice strained.

They kissed, their bodies moving in unison, the love between them palpable.

"Hermione, baby, I'm going to come." He moaned.

"Come for me, Daddy." She encouraged him, her own orgasm building again. "I'm close too." She cried, and she shattered, when Sirius gently circled her clit with his thumb.

Their bodies spasmed together, and they both came, their love and passion mixing with their shared release.

As they lay there, panting and sweaty, Hermione felt a sense of peace wash over her.

"I'll do anything for you." She murmured into his chest.

"Anything?" He asked, his voice muffled by her hair.

"Anything." She whispered. "I gave up my present, my friends to come back here. So we can have a future together."

Sirius's arms tightened around her.

"Tell me about your life before all this." 

Hermione looked up at his face slowly.

"My best friend was Harry Potter, James's son. And Ronald Weasley. We have fought against Voldemort since we were eleven. Harry was like a brother to me. And I had to leave them behind to save you."

Sirius looked at her, his eyes wide.

"But I don't regret it. I'd do it again if it means I get to be with you." She said, her voice filled with conviction.

Sirius kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry for everything you had to give up, but I'm also grateful. Thank you for choosing me."

"I'd always choose you, Sirius." She whispered. "But I promised Harry, I'll save his parents, so this time, he won't need to grow up as an orphan."

Sirius nodded.

"We'll do it together." He said, his voice firm. "We'll stop Voldemort, we'll save James and Lily. Convict Peter. Then we'll be together."

Hermione felt a tear roll down her cheek.

"I can't lose you again." She whispered.

"You won't." He promised, his voice fierce. "We're going to make sure of it."

And with that, they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, ready to face whatever the future had in store for them.

Chapter Text

Waking up in Sirius's arms again was pure heaven for Hermione. The warmth, the scent of him, the feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath her, it all felt so right. She missed this, missed him. The weight of her mission and the fear of changing too much had been forgotten in the throes of passion. But as the reality of her situation set back in, she knew she had to stay focused. 

Sirius stirred, his arms tightening around her slightly.

"Mm, good morning." He murmured, his eyes still closed.

"Good morning." She replied, smiling.

He yawned, before he opened his eyes and saw her looking at him. He offered a sleepy smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face. 

"What are you thinking about, Kitten?" He asked, his voice still husky from sleep.

"Just how much I missed this." She whispered. "I lost you three months ago, but it feels like a lifetime."

Sirius leaned in and kissed her softly.

"You have me now." He promised, his expression, one of pure adoration. "And we're going to change the future together."

"Yes, we will." Hermione whispered.

"You are so beautiful in the morning." He whispered.

Hermione blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Sirius chuckled, and pressed his morning wood against her thigh.

"I want you again."

Hermione's eyes widened, and she felt a thrill run through her.

"Now?" She whispered, her voice thick with desire.

"Now." He said, rolling her onto her back and climbing over her.

He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body. She felt alive, more alive then she felt in months. 

"Please, Sirius." She sighed, as he broke the kiss.

He looked at her, his eyes dark with passion.

"You want me to make you feel good, baby?" He asked.

Hermione nodded, unable to speak.

He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hand slid down to her pussy. His finger found her clit and began to rub it in slow circles.

Hermione moaned, her body responding to his touch. She hadn't felt this way in so long, she hadn't felt this alive in so long. 

Sirius looked up at her, his eyes filled with love as he circled her clit faster. She was already so wet for him.

"You're so wet, baby." He murmured.

"Only for you." She whispered.

He smirked before his mouth was back on hers, devouring her. His thumb flicked her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Hermione arched her back, her hips bucking against his hand.

"Please, Sirius." She cried out. "I need you."

"Slow or hard?" He whispered in her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Surprise me." She said, her voice filled with excitement.

Sirius's eyes lit up, and he flipped her over, pulling her hips up so that she was on all fours.

"You're going to love this, Kitten." He said, his voice filled with mischief.

And then he was inside her, pounding into her with a fierceness that took her breath away.

Hermione gripped the bedcovers, her eyes squeezed shut, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. His stamina surprised her, his youthful energy driving him on and on, filling her up in a way she had never experienced. Sure Sirius was amazing in bed in the future, but this was something else entirely.

"You're so tight, baby." He groaned, his hands on her hips.

"Sirius." She whimpered.

He leaned over, his chest pressing against her back as he kissed her neck.

"You like that, don't you?" He whispered.

"Yes." She moaned.

It was raw, it was passionate, and it was everything she had ever dreamed of.

He fucked her hard and deep, his hand reaching around to tease her clit, making her moan and whimper with every thrust.

"You're going to come again for me, aren't you?" He whispered.

"Yes, Sirius, yes." She panted.

And as he pounded into her, she felt herself climbing towards her orgasm, her body tightening around him.

When it hit, it was like a tidal wave, washing over her and leaving her gasping for breath.

Sirius groaned, his own climax following closely behind, his hot seed filling her up.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies drenched in sweat, their hearts racing.

"That was..." Hermione began, but words failed her.

Sirius chuckled.

"I know. It was bloody brilliant."

They lay there, holding each other, basking in the afterglow of their love making.

For the first time since she had arrived in the past, Hermione felt like she had a home, a future, a reason to keep fighting.

And as the sun began to rise, casting a soft glow over the room, she knew that she would do whatever it took to save Sirius, to change the course of history, and to make sure that the love they shared would never be lost again.

"Ready for round two?" He smirked, and Hermione gasped as she felt him harden inside her.

"Already?" She asked.

"Please don't tell me future me had no stamina."

Hermione slapped his chest gently.

"He had plenty, but I think he'd say you're a little eager."

Sirius rolled them over so that he was on top, his eyes dark with passion.

"But he'd take you again anyway?"

Hermione bit her lip, nodding.

"Every chance he got."

And with that, he began to move again, slow and steady, their bodies becoming one in a rhythm that was as familiar as it was thrillingly new.

"Faster, Daddy." She cried out.

Sirius complied, his hips moving with an urgency that was palpable.

Her nails dug into his back as she met his thrusts, her body begging for more.

He groaned, his own pleasure mounting.

"You're so perfect." He murmured.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as he hit that spot inside her that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

"Fuck, Sirius, fuck me harder."

And he did, his hips slapping against hers as he drove into her, their bodies moving as one.

The intensity built, the pressure in her belly growing until she was sure she'd burst.

And then, with a scream that echoed through the room, she did.

Her orgasm crashed over her, leaving her shaking and breathless.

Sirius followed soon after, his body convulsing as he filled her once more.

"Fuck, Daddy." She moaned, her walls clenching around him.

"Yes, baby, come for me again." He encouraged, and started rubbing her clit, prolonging her pleasure.

It didn't take long before she was coming again, her body spasming under his expert touch.

This time, she didn't bother to hide the noises she made.

They lay there, tangled in the sheets, their hearts racing in unison.

Sirius kissed her forehead.

"It was amazing."

"Delicious." She murmured, her voice still hoarse from her cries of pleasure.

They had a lifetime to explore each other, and Hermione was eager to start.

The future was uncertain, but in that moment, all she knew was that she was exactly where she belonged.

"We should get ready for the day." She said reluctantly.

"Mm, but I could stay here forever." He nuzzled against her neck.

Hermione chuckled, her body still humming with pleasure.

"As tempting as that is, we have to go to class."

"Can we at least take a shower together?"

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face gave away her agreement.

"Fine. But only because I need to clean up before I face the day."

They climbed out of bed, their bodies still sticky with sweat and love.

The shower was hot and steamy, their hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies as the water cascaded over them. Sirius washed her body with gentle strokes, his eyes never leaving hers.

They kissed under the spray, the water mixing with their kisses as they cleaned each other off. As his fingers found her oversensitive clit again, she gasped, her legs giving out.

Sirius chuckled, holding her up as he continued to tease her.

"You're insatiable." She murmured.

"Only for you." He whispered, before dropping to his knees and licking her clean, making her come again with his mouth.

They eventually emerged from the bathroom, feeling more connected than ever before.

Dressed and ready to face the day, Hermione couldn't help, but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of what the future might hold for them.

The challenges ahead were daunting, but she had Sirius by her side, and together, they could conquer anything.

As they headed to Potions class, she felt like she had been given a second chance at life. And she was determined to make the most of it.

"I'm so happy, Daddy." She whispered, taking his hand in hers.

Sirius squeezed her hand gently.

"Me too, Kitten. Me too."

And with that, they stepped into the classroom, ready to face whatever challenges the day would bring.

As they worked on their project, Snape kept staring at Hermione.

"What is wrong with the git?" James asked.

Hermione shrugged, trying to keep her cool.

"Probably just jealous." Remus winked.

Sirius growled low in his throat, his protective instincts flaring.

"Keep your eyes to yourself, Snape!" He warned, his voice dark.

Snape smirked, but said nothing, his gaze lingering for a moment longer before returning to his own work.

Hermione felt a thrill run through her at Sirius's possessiveness.

"He's just using you, Granger." Snape's voice was like a slap.

"What if I'm using Sirius?" Hermione replied coolly, her eyes meeting Snape's.

The class snickered, and Snape's face turned an unattractive shade of red.

Sirius's smirk grew wider.

"It's not our problem, you can't find yourself a girlfriend, Snivellus." James quipped.

"We don't bully people." Hermione reminded them, though she couldn't help the smirk that tugged at her own lips.

"Oh, we don't?" Sirius raised an eyebrow. "But he can?"

"Telling the facts is not bullying, Black." Snape said.

"You're just jealous because you'd never have a chance with a girl like Hermione." Remus added, his voice light.

The tension in the room grew thicker, and Hermione knew she had to defuse the situation before it escalated.

"Let's just focus on our potion." She said firmly, turning her attention back to the cauldron. Sirius's arm slipped around her waist, a silent declaration of support.

Snape huffed and turned away, but Hermione knew the battle was far from over.

As the class ended, she pulled Sirius aside.

"We need to be more careful." She whispered. "Snape might be a git, but in the future, he helped us a lot."

"He helped?" Sirius looked surprised.

"Well, he hated us, but when we were in danger, he still helped us."

"If you say so." He didn't sound convinced, but he kissed the top of her head.

"Come on, let's go to Charms."

***

That night, they returned to the Room of Requirement and Sirius took her again, his passion unbridled and fierce. Hermione had never felt more alive, more desired, more loved.

"We really did anal in the future?" Sirius whispered in her ear as they lay in a big bathtub, the room provided them, his hand idly caressing her ass.

"Yes, we did a few times." Hermione replied with a giggle. "It was a bit painful at first, but it grew on me."

"I'd like to try that." He said, his voice filled with excitement.

"We can." Hermione said, turning to face him. "But you need to stretch me with your fingers first."

Sirius nodded, eager to explore her body in every way possible.

He began to kiss her neck, his hands moving down to her breasts, teasing and playing with her nipples.

Hermione moaned, arching her back, as he wet his finger with some oil and began to circle her anus.

The sensation was strange, but she liked it, she liked the way he was so gentle and caring.

Slowly, he pushed his finger inside her, and she gasped.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, his eyes full of concern.

"No, it feels... really good." She whispered.

Encouraged, Sirius added another finger, scissoring them gently to stretch her open.

Hermione felt a mix of pleasure and pressure, and she couldn't help, but push back against his hand.

"You're so tight, Kitten." He murmured. "So beautiful."

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, the sensation overwhelming.

"Sirius, I think I'm ready." She panted.

"Ready for what?" He asked, his voice low and seductive.

"Ready for your cock."

Sirius groaned, and with one swift movement, he pulled her into position. She was on all fours in the tub, the warm water lapping at her skin as he positioned himself behind her.

He took his time, pressing the tip of his cock against her tight hole, watching her face for any signs of pain.

Hermione took a deep breath, pushing back to take him in.

"Fuck baby, you ass is so tight." He groaned.

The initial pain was intense, since she hadn't had anal for a while now, but she knew from experience that it would soon turn to pleasure.

And she was right.

As he pushed deeper, she felt her body stretch to accommodate him, the pain giving way to a deep, throbbing pleasure that seemed to resonate through her entire being.

"Oh god, yes." She moaned.

Sirius took it slow, giving her time to adjust.

Hermione felt a strange sense of vulnerability, letting him take her in this way, but she also felt incredibly powerful.

This was something she had chosen to share with him, something that only they knew about. It was their little secret.

As he began to move, she felt the walls of her ass clench around him, her orgasm building.

"Harder." She begged.

And he complied, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove into her.

The water splashed around them, mixing with their moans and gasps of pleasure.

Hermione reached down, her fingers circling her clit, as Sirius pounded into her. The sensation was indescribable, the pressure in her ass mingling with the pleasure from her clit. It was delicious.

"I'm going to come." She whimpered.

"Come for me, Kitten." He said, his voice strained with his own impending orgasm.

And with that, she did, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name.

Sirius followed, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her ass with his seed.

He pulled her back to the tub and cuddled her, kissing her forehead as they basked in the aftermath of their love making.

"I'm so lucky to have an adventurous witch like you." He murmured.

"I'm the lucky one." Hermione said, her voice filled with emotion. "Having a Daddy like you."

They lay there, their bodies tangled together, feeling more connected than ever before.

"Can you come just from anal?" He asked, curiosity lacing his voice.

"Well, only if you hit my special spot in my pussy with your cock." Hermione replied, smiling against his chest.

Sirius chuckled.

"We'll have to find the perfect angle for that next time."

"I have to lay on my back for that."

"Noted." He said with a grin.

Their relationship had taken a new turn, one that was more intimate and raw than anything they had shared before. And Hermione knew that she would cherish every moment of it, no matter what the future held.

"I love you, Sirius." She whispered.

"I love you too, Hermione." He replied, kissing her gently.

They lay there, their hearts beating in sync, as the water grew cold around them.

But they didn't care.

For now, all that mattered was that they had each other, and the warmth of their love was more than enough to keep them warm.

"Did Dumbledore tell you anything since the last time you met him?"

"No, but he's doing his research. If Voldemort really split his soul, then we have to find all his horcruxes and destroy them. And that would be a challenge."

"Together, we can do anything. We will figure this out, and we'll defeat him." Sirius assured her, his voice filled with determination.

Hermione nodded, feeling a surge of hope.

"Let's get dressed, we need to get some sleep. We're having a test tomorrow in Charms."

Sirius nodded, standing up and helping Hermione out of the tub.

They dried each other off and dressed in their night clothes.

As they climbed into the bed that had appeared in the room, Hermione felt a sense of peace. This was her life now, living in the past, fighting for a better future.

But as she snuggled into Sirius's embrace, she knew that she would never trade it for anything in the world.

Their love was worth fighting for, and she was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

***

Few days later Hermione was sitting in Dumbledore's office. He was looking at her with curiosity and concern.

"I think Tom did split his soul. But I'm not sure how many times. You mentioned a diary, a ring and a locket, but there must be more."

"I've only encountered or heard about only those three in my time." Hermione said, trying to recall any other information she had about horcruxes from her future memories. 

"According to my books, a person gets addicted to power and immortality. He must have made at least six horcruxes."

"How can I help you find them?" She asked, her mind racing with the implications.

"You must tell me or show me everything you know from the moment you entered the Wizarding World to the moment you left your own time. Every conversation, every event, every detail. It's vital we piece together the puzzle."

Hermione took a deep breath, knowing she was about to delve into a part of her life that was still so painful to think about.

"Well, during my first year Voldemort was leeching on one of my professors..." She began.

As she talked, Dumbledore listened intently, his eyes never leaving hers. He took notes on a piece of parchment, his quill moving rapidly as he jotted down every detail she shared.

Hermione felt a sense of urgency, knowing that every bit of information she could provide might be the key to stopping Voldemort before it was too late.

"My friend Harry stopped him that year, but during our second year he returned as a ghost from his Hogwarts years. Turned out it was his diary. He made an innocent girl open the chamber of secrets, and... point is, my friend Harry stopped him again. He killed the basilisk, then destroyed the diary."

"What did he use for that? Dark magic is hard to destroy." Dumbledore asked.

"A basilisk fang. Probably the venom was the only thing that could destroy it."

"Ah, yes, very clever. What did he use to destroy the basilisk itself?"

"The Sword of Gryffindor."

Dumbledore's eyes widened.

"So if we kill the basilisk with the sword... it'll be magically covered in basilisk venom. Good to know."

He wrote something down, and then looked back up at her.

"Where's the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets."

"Second floor girl's lavatory, but we can't get inside without a person who speaks parseltongue. Harry was able to do it, because he was marked by Voldemort as a baby, but otherwise..."

"We'll have to get books on parseltongue then." He mused. "You also mentioned a ring."

"I don't know much about that, you didn't exactly share everything with Harry. But if I'm correct, it belonged to Voldemort's mother. And the locket is Slytherin's. But I know even less about that unfortunately."

"It's a start. We'll find them, Hermione. And when we do, we'll make sure they can never be used to bring him back." Dumbledore's voice was firm.

"Since he used a founder item. Do you think he might have used others?"

"Like the cup of Hufflepuff?" Dumbledore suggested.

"Or the lost diadem of Ravenclaw." Hermione said.

"That would make five. And he would need one more to complete his goal. According to my book, horcruxes work best in threes. But since we're talking about Voldemort, there's definitely more than three, so maybe six." Dumbledore noted.

"Can a horcrux be a living creature?" Hermione asked, a terrible thought occurring to her.

"It's possible, but highly unorthodox and risky."

"He has a pet snake. A huge one. Nagini."

"A snake. Well, knowing him, he might have turned that poor creature into something so dark and twisted. We must be prepared for anything." Dumbledore said gravely.

The conversation continued into the night, as Hermione shared every memory she had of the possible horcruxes and their encounters with Voldemort.

"How did your friend, Ginny, get the diary?"

"Lucius Malfoy slipped it into her cauldron at Flourish and Blotts. He wanted to discredit Arthur Weasley."

"Ah, I see. So probably the Malfoy family has that diary right now." Dumbledore mused.

"But we can't just go and take it from them. We need a plan." Hermione said.

"Indeed we do. And we will figure something out." He promised. "What about the ring or the locket?" 

"It was his family heirloom, so he probably hid it somewhere meaningful, but I don't know much about his upbringing to be honest."

Dumbledore nodded and scribbled something on his parchment.

"Another thing to research. As the location of the locket is unknown, we will focus on the diary first. We need to get it back and destroy it."

"I agree."

"We'll find the right word in parseltongue, and we'll defeat the basilisk too somehow. Its venom might be the only thing that could destroy such dark magic."

"Thank you for helping me, sir." Hermione said, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders.

"You're not alone, Hermione. Now go get some sleep, I'll tell you more as soon as I find something."

With a nod, Hermione left the office, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time since she had arrived in the past.

If she could help Dumbledore destroy the horcruxes, she might just be able to save Sirius and everyone else she loved.

Sirius was waiting for her, sitting in a bay window near Dumbledore's office.

"How did it go?" He asked, standing up.

"We have a lead. The diary." Hermione said, her eyes shining with excitement.

Sirius took her hand and kissed it.

"But getting that from Lucius Malfoy and..."

"Hey, listen to me, baby." He said, cutting her off. "We're going to get through this together. Okay?"

"Okay." Hermione said with a nod.

They walked back to the Gryffindor Tower, their hearts filled with determination and hope.

Together, they had a chance to change the course of history.

And as they curled up on one of the sofas, their heads leaning against each other, they knew that no matter what the future held, they had each other.

And that was all that truly mattered.

***

Few days later Hermione was pulling Sirius aside after dinner. She nuzzled his neck and whispered.

"Let's sneak into the Room of Requirement again." She suggested. "I crave you."

Sirius couldn't resist her and they quickly made their way there.

Once inside, she began to strip him down, her hands eager and hungry.

He groaned, his cock growing hard at her touch.

"I want you so badly." He murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

"And I you." Hermione said, her voice a whisper.

She pushed him down onto the bed, and began to kiss and lick along his chest, sucking his nipples and causing him to arch his back in pleasure.

Her tongue traveled down his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs, before reaching the apex of his thighs.

Sirius watched her, his eyes hooded, as she took his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him in deep.

He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she worked him over with her mouth.

"Merlin, Hermione." He gasped.

Hermione took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked and licked, her eyes never leaving his.

It was as if she was trying to devour him whole, to claim him in the most primal way possible.

Sirius felt his orgasm building, his hips jerking upwards.

"I'm so close, Kitten." He panted.

Hermione picked up the pace, her hand moving to his balls, gently massaging them.

With a roar, Sirius came, his cum spilling into her mouth.

She swallowed it all, looking up at him with a wicked grin.

"That was..." He breathed out. "A-amazing."

"Good to know I'm still a good little cocksucker." Hermione said with a cheeky grin.

Sirius leaned down, kissing her deeply.

"You're more than good, Hermione. You're perfect." He murmured against her lips.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, before Hermione sat up, her eyes shining with excitement.

"You know what I want now?"

"What?"

"Your cock in my pussy."

Sirius chuckled, rolling her over and positioning himself between her legs.

"Your wish is my command, Kitten." He said, his voice thick with lust.

He pushed into her, and Hermione cried out, her body arching to meet his.

"You feel so good, Daddy."

"You like Daddy's cock, don't you?" He groaned.

"Yes, Daddy, I love it."

Sirius began to fuck her hard, his cock plunging deep inside her with every thrust.

Hermione wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back.

Their bodies moved together, in perfect sync, as they lost themselves in the moment.

Their love was wild and unbridled, a force of nature that could not be contained.

"I'm so close." She moaned.

"Come for me, baby." He encouraged, his voice strained.

And with that, she did, her body convulsing around him as she screamed his name.

Sirius followed, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her.

They collapsed together, their breathing ragged and their hearts racing.

This was what it meant to be alive, to be in love.

And as they lay there, their bodies sticky with sweat and passion, they knew that they would face whatever came their way.

"You have to destroy a basilisk." He said, his voice serious.

"Yes, but I have no idea how. My friend Harry did it when he was just twelve, but I've never seen one before."

"We'll figure it out." Sirius said, kissing her forehead. "Dumbledore will help us. Remus will help too."

Hermione nodded, feeling a surge of hope.

"I'm so lucky to have you back, Sirius." She whispered.

"And I'm lucky to have you, my love." He replied, holding her close.

They made love again that night, their bodies moving together in a dance of passion and love.

And when they were done, they lay in each other's arms, their hearts beating as one.

Chapter Text

Few days later Hermione was watching the Gryffindor Quidditch practice, and when she saw Sirius fly past her at the bleachers, she felt a thrill of excitement.

"Sirius!" She called out, her heart racing.

He turned and grinned, swooping back towards her.

"Hermione!" He shouted back, his voice echoing across the pitch.

The team played a bit of catch, the Quaffle flying between them, and then soon he landed next to her.

"You're looking rather smug." She said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Am I?" He replied, his eyes dancing.

"You know you are."

"Well, I can't help it. I'm just happy to be playing again."

Hermione nodded, her eyes lingering on his toned body, the muscles of his arms and chest flexing as he leaned down and kissed her gently.

"Go back to practice, Sirius. I don't want Gryffindor to lose because their chaser is too busy flirting with me." She teased.

"As if Gryffindor would ever lose." He said, winking at her.

"Confidence is key." She laughed.

"Alright, Kitten." He said, pulling away. "I'll behave."

And with that, he was back in the air, the wind whipping through his hair as he rejoined the game.

Hermione watched him, feeling a strange sense of pride and love. As she sat there watching the team, it brought back memories of her own school days. James looked exactly like Harry on a broom, his hair just as unruly, his eyes just as mischievous. It was like watching her best friend, and she couldn't ignore the pang of sadness that came with it. 

Sirius did tricks on the broom, looping the loop and barrel rolling, and she couldn't help, but laugh. He was so free, so alive, so beautiful in a way she hadn't seen before.

"You're really good!" She called out to him.

"Thanks!" He said, doing a victory roll before coming to a stop beside her. "I'll take a shower in the locker room, see you soon?"

"I'll wait for you here." She said, watching him fly off with a smile.

As she sat in the stands, waiting for Sirius, she decided to sneak into the boys locker room.

She waited until everyone had cleared out, except for Sirius who was taking a shower. She waited patiently, her heart racing in anticipation, and when she was sure Sirius was the only one in the room, she entered. 

The water turned off and Sirius stepped out, his body glistening with droplets of water. He was breathtakingly handsome.

"Hermione?" He called out, his naked glory obscured by a cloud of steam.

"Surprise!" She giggled, dropping her school robe to reveal her nakedness.

Sirius's eyes widened.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, a grin spreading across his face.

"I thought maybe we could try something new." She replied, walking towards him.

"Fucking in a Quidditch locker room?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "How scandalous."

"Well, if we're going to break all the rules anyway." She shrugged, her hand reaching to wrap around his cock.

It was already half hard, and she could feel it pulsing in her hand.

Sirius stepped closer, his body pressing against hers.

"What do you have in mind, Kitten?" He murmured.

"I want to be fucked against the lockers, Daddy." She whispered, her eyes dark with desire. "From behind, hard and fast."

Sirius groaned, his hands reaching to cup her ass.

"You're going to get me in trouble, aren't you?" He said, his voice teasing.

"Worth it." Hermione replied, turning around and leaning against the cold metal. Her breast pressed against the cool locker, making her nipples pebble.

Sirius stepped behind her, his cock nudging her wet folds.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Do it, Daddy." She begged.

And with that, he thrust into her, her moans echoing through the empty locker room.

He fucked her hard, his hands gripping her hips, his cock plunging into her with every stroke.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room.

Hermione felt her orgasm building, her pussy tightening around his cock.

"Sirius!" She screamed.

"Come for me, Kitten." He said, his voice guttural.

And she did, her body shuddering with pleasure.

Sirius followed, his cum filling her up as he groaned with his release.

They stood there for a moment, their breathing heavy, before Sirius pulled out, and they both collapsed onto the bench.

"Merlin, that was... intense." He said, his chest heaving.

"I know." Hermione said with a laugh. "But I liked it so much."

"We should take a shower." He suggested.

They took a shower together, their hands roaming over each other's bodies as the warm water cascaded over them.

It was a moment of pure happiness, a brief respite from the looming threat of Voldemort.

"I love you so much, Kitten." Sirius said, kissing her neck.

"And I love you, Daddy." Hermione replied, her heart swelling with love.

They stepped out of the shower, their bodies still entwined, and Hermione felt like she was exactly where she belonged. In Sirius's arms, in this moment, in this time.

They dressed and snuck back to the common room, hand in hand, their love burning brighter than ever.

In the common room James and Remus waited for them with a knowing smirk.

"You two look like you had quite the adventure." Remus said.

"Shut it, Moony." Sirius said, ruffling his hair.

Hermione blushed, but Sirius just winked at her.

"Fine, we did fuck at the locker room." He said with a laugh.

Remus and James burst out laughing, making Hermione blush even deeper.

But she didn't care, she felt free, she felt alive, and she felt loved. And that was all that mattered.

The four of them sat by the fire, talking and laughing, the warmth of their friendship surrounding them like a blanket. But Hermione couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the back of her mind. 

When Lily returned to the common room, James immediately went to her side, leaving Remus, Sirius and Hermione alone.

"Where's the traitor?" Sirius asked Remus, his tone serious.

"He made up a lie about an emergency at home and left this afternoon."

"Death Eater meeting?" Hermione whispered.

"Probably." Remus said, his eyes dark. "But don't worry, we're going to expose him soon enough."

"How?"

"We will remove his shirt in front of James and Lily. If he has the Dark Mark, we'll know."

"But what if he doesn't? Or what if he hides it with a glamour charm?" Hermione asked, her mind racing.

"Then we'll have to find another way." Sirius said, his jaw set. "But we will expose him. I promise you that."

Hermione nodded.

"If you want to remove his shirt, you can't do it up here. We need a place where Slytherins are there too..."

"Hermione you bad girl. You want to blame it on a Slytherin?" Sirius said with a smirk.

"It's the only way to make sure James won't doubt it."

"You're right." Remus said. "We'll do it during the Halloween party in the Great Hall. We'll find a way to distract everyone else, and then we'll do it."

"And we'll blame Snape for it." Sirius said with a smirk.

"Perfect." Remus agreed. 

"And as an added bonus, everyone will think Snivellus is into Peter." Sirius chuckled.

"Snape is miserable without a gay joke thrown his way." Hermione reminded them with a laugh.

"Well he's a git, so it's not like it's not deserved." Remus pointed out.

The three of them laughed, their mood lightening for a moment.

But as the night grew later, and the fire grew dimmer, the reality of their situation crashed down on them once again. They had to save Lily, James and Sirius, they had to stop Voldemort, and they had to expose Pettigrew.

"We will succeed. I have faith in us. Back home we did missions like this with my best friends, Harry and Ron, every school year." Hermione said, her voice filled with determination.

Sirius and Remus looked at her, their expressions filled with admiration and hope.

"You're right, Hermione." Sirius said. "We can do this."

"Your childhood sounds so exciting." Remus said with a sigh.

"It had its moments." She replied with a small smile. "But it was dangerous and reckless. Sometimes we were extremely delusional, but somehow, we managed to come out okay."

"We'll need that kind of recklessness now more than ever." Sirius said. "But we're not just friends, we're a family."

"A family of misfits." Hermione said with a laugh.

"The best kind." Remus said.

And with that, they made their plan to expose Peter Pettigrew and save their future from the clutches of Voldemort.

"When is the next full moon?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"Why?" Remus looked at her with a flicker of fear in his eyes.

"Because I have an idea, though you might consider it murder."

Sirius and Remus exchanged a look.

"You guys always turn into your animagus forms, to keep Remus here company, right?"

"Yeah, we do that."

"What if I accidentally let Crookshanks out on school grounds during the full moon? He'll eat Pettigrew for sure."

Remus chuckled.

"You're a clever girl, aren't you?"

"Well, technically it wouldn't be murder if Crooks ate a rat. It's just nature."

Sirius burst out laughing.

"You're one twisted witch, Kitten."

"Should we do it? Or you think he'd suffer more in Azkaban?"

"Let's stick to the original plan for now. But it's good to have a backup." Sirius nodded. 

"If he doesn't have the Mark, we can still feed him to your cat at the next full moon." Remus said, smiling slightly.

"It's a date." Hermione said with a wink.

The three burst out laughing, the tension in the room dissipating slightly.

They had a mission, and they were going to see it through. They kept talking into the night, planning and strategizing, their friendship stronger than ever. Hermione lay her head on Sirius's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. She had come here to save him, but in doing so, she found a place she never wanted to leave.

***

Hermione's birthday was fast approaching, and she couldn't help, but feel a mix of excitement and nerves.

Sirius had promised her a gift, something special that she would never forget. And she had a feeling that it was going to be more than just a book or a necklace.

The day of her birthday, before she went to bed, she found a note from Sirius on her nightstand.

"Meet me in the Room of Requirement at midnight." The little parchment read.

Her heart racing, she dressed in her best dress and made her way to the room, her stomach fluttering with excitement.

When she arrived, she found the room transformed into a Parisian café, complete with a starlit sky painted on the ceiling and a table set for two with a bottle of wine and chocolate.

"Sirius, this is..."

"I know it's not the real thing, but I thought you might like a taste of the outside world." He said, holding out his hand.

Hermione took it, feeling like she was in a fairytale.

They sat and talked for hours, sipping wine and sharing stories of their lives.

Sirius told her about his childhood with James, Remus and Peter, and she told him about hers with Harry and Ron.

It was like they were two people from different worlds, but so similar in so many ways.

As the night grew later, the conversation turned to more serious topics.

"When I got sorted into Gryffindor, my parents disowned me." Sirius said, her voice filled with sadness. "But James's parents took me in. They are like my real family."

"I'm sorry." Hermione said, reaching out to take his hand.

"It's okay. I have James and Remus. And now I have you." He said, looking into her eyes.

Hermione felt a warmth spread through her chest.

"I love you, Sirius." She whispered.

"I love you too, Hermione. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

He leaned in and kissed her, and she knew that this was going to be a night she would never forget.

Their kiss grew more passionate, and before she knew it, they were both standing, their clothes falling to the floor. Sirius picked her up and carried her to the bed that had appeared in the room, laying her down gently.

He kissed her neck, his hands roaming over her body, setting her skin on fire. Hermione moaned, arching her back as he took her breasts between his hands, sucking on her nipples in turn.

"Sirius." She gasped.

"Relax baby girl." He whispered, his voice thick with desire.

He kissed down her stomach and pushed her legs apart, his eyes locked on hers.

Hermione felt a rush of wetness between her legs. And then his mouth was on her, his tongue swirling and flicking over her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.

"Oh my god." She moaned.

Sirius chuckled, his tongue moving faster, his eyes never leaving hers.

Hermione's orgasm built and built, until she was screaming his name.

As she came down from her high, she watched as Sirius stood up and removed his boxers, his cock standing proud and erect.

"Your turn." She murmured.

He laid down beside her, and she took him in her mouth, eager to return the favor.

Her tongue swirled around the tip before taking him deeper, her hands playing with his balls.

Sirius's moans grew louder, his hands tangling in her hair.

Hermione felt a sense of power, of control, that she had never felt before. But she knew that she wanted more, she wanted him inside her.

"Please, Sirius, take me." She begged.

He didn't need any further prompting. He pushed her onto her back and entered her, his movements slow and deliberate.

They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies melding into one.

It was more than just sex, it was a declaration of love, a promise to be there for each other through whatever lay ahead.

Sirius kissed her deeply, his tongue mimicking the motion of his cock inside her.

Hermione felt herself getting closer to the edge again, her hips bucking against him.

"I'm going to come." She whimpered.

"Come for me, Kitten." He said, his voice deep and needy.

And she did, her body shaking with pleasure as he filled her with his cum.

They lay there, their hearts pounding, their breaths mingling.

"Happy birthday, Hermione." Sirius said, his voice filled with love.

"Best present ever." She replied, her voice filled with awe. "That was amazing." 

"It's because I love you." Sirius replied, stroking her hair.

They lay there, their bodies tangled, basking in the afterglow of their love making.

Then soon Sirius was ready for more, and she felt his cock growing hard against her thigh.

"Again?" She asked, her voice filled with surprise.

"Always." He said, his eyes dark with desire. "Sit on my face, doll."

Hermione straddled his head, feeling his warm breath on her wet pussy.

Sirius's tongue darted out, licking at her clit before delving into her folds.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, her hands gripping the bedposts as he ate her out with a fervor that left her trembling.

And as she felt another orgasm building, she reached down to touch his cock, stroking him as he pleasured her. Her orgasm washed over her, and she cried out, when he didn't stop slurping and sucking.

"Oh my god." She panted.

"You taste so good." He murmured, his tongue still lapping at her. "Suck me like a good girl, Kitten, and Daddy will keep licking you until you beg him to stop."

Hermione eagerly took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as he continued to feast on her. Her clit was sensitive now, but she didn't care, the pleasure was too intense to beg for a stop.

Sirius groaned, his hips bucking upward, and she took him deeper, feeling his cock pulse in her mouth.

And then he was coming, his warm cum filling her mouth, and she swallowed it all, feeling a sense of satisfaction that was almost as intense as the orgasm that had just ripped through her.

Sirius kept licking her, pushing her to the edge again and again, until she was a begging mess.

"You win, Daddy! I'm begging you, please... make me come one last time."

With a smug smile, Sirius sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down gently.

Hermione screamed as she came, her body convulsing with pleasure.

They collapsed onto the bed, both spent and exhausted.

"Best birthday ever." Hermione murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Sirius chuckled, pulling her closer.

"I love you so much, Hermione." He said.

"I love you too, Sirius." She replied, her voice muffled by his chest.

And as they drifted off to sleep, Hermione felt a sense of peace.

For now, in this moment, everything was perfect, even though she knew that the battles ahead would be tough. But with Sirius by her side, she was ready to face whatever came their way.

Chapter Text

Hermione felt anxious after her Ancient Runes class, and on top of everything she couldn't find Sirius anywhere. She wandered the castle grounds, her eyes scanning every nook and cranny. Finally, she spotted him under a large tree by the Black Lake, smoking a muggle cigarette. He looked lost in thought, and she felt a pang of worry.

"Sirius?" She called out, and he turned to face her, his eyes lighting up when he saw her.

"Hermione, love, what are you doing here?" He said, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out.

"I've been looking for you everywhere. Were you smoking?" She said, her voice tinged with concern.

"It's just a bit of muggle vice, don't worry." He said, taking her hand.

"But it's not good for you, and it's against school rules."

"You know, you're starting to sound like McGonagall." He said with a laugh.

"Well, I guess someone has to." She said, trying to lighten the mood.

They sat down under the tree, and Hermione felt the warmth of the sun on her face. Even though it was early October, the weather was surprisingly nice. She looked at Sirius, his hair messy and his eyes filled with secrets.

"What's on your mind?" She asked.

"Stress of the mission." He said, his voice low. "The future... James and Lily... Peter."

"I know it's hard, but we're doing this together."

"I know, Kitten, but sometimes I feel like it's all on me."

"It's not. We're a team." She said firmly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Sirius leaned in and kissed her, his lips gentle, but filled with passion.

"You're right." He said, his eyes searching hers. "I need you."

"And I need you." She whispered, her heart racing.

He looked at her for a moment, before pulling away.

"You don't like the taste of ciggies on me, do you?" He asked.

"It's not that." Hermione said. "But I'd be happy if you quit. I love your natural taste."

Sirius chuckled.

"I'll consider it." He said, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "Or at least carry some mints."

"That's a deal." Hermione said with a smile.

Their conversation grew serious again.

"Do you ever miss them?" Sirius asked softly.

"My friends from the future? Every day."

"What do you think they'd say if they knew you were here, with me?"

"They knew my plan." Hermione said. "They knew I was going to save you and change history."

"And they were okay with it?"

"They were torn, but they knew it was what I had to do."

Sirius leaned his head against hers.

"You're a brave girl, Hermione." He murmured. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, Daddy."

He kissed her again, and she felt all the love she had for him in that one moment.

"Now, let's go to the Room of Requirement. Let me destress you." Hermione purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, but followed her without a word.

In the Room of Requirement, Hermione slowly undressed, her eyes never leaving Sirius. 

"You're so beautiful." He said, his voice hoarse with desire.

"You make me feel that way." She said, stepping closer to him.

They kissed again, and this time, there was no holding back. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her.

Hermione felt like she was home, like she belonged here in the past with him, changing the world for the better.

And as she dropped to her knees and looked up at his handsome face, she knew she would do anything for this love, anything to keep him safe, and anything to make sure that this time, history doesn't repeat itself.

"Hermione." He whispered, his voice filled with love and need.

She took him in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.

Hermione sucked him, her eyes water as she took him deep down her throat, her hands stroking his thighs. She could feel his body tense, his breath hitch. She savoured his taste, his smell, his moans. It was intoxicating, a drug she never wanted to quit.

This was what love felt like, she realized. This raw, passionate need to make the other person feel good.

And when he came, with her name on his lips, she felt complete.

Sirius pulled her up, kissing her deeply, sharing himself with her.

"I love you." He said, his voice shaky.

"I love you too, Daddy." She whispered.

With a sudden move, he lay her on the sofa, his mouth immediately finding her pussy.

He gently circled her clit with his tongue, teasing her until she was squirming beneath him. Then, without warning, he sucked her clit into his mouth, causing her to arch off the sofa.

Hermione moaned, her nails digging into the fabric as she felt the pleasure build.

Sirius was thorough, his tongue exploring every part of her, his teeth grazing her thighs.

The pressure built until she was panting, begging for release. And when it came, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

They laid there, entwined, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one.

Hermione knew this was just the beginning, but she was ready for whatever the past threw at her, as long as she had Sirius by her side.

***

Days later, the full moon was approaching, and Remus got weaker by the day. Hermione watched him with concern.

"Why don't you ask Madame Pomfrey or Professor Slughorn for some wolfsbane potion?" She asked, and the boys exchanged a look.

"What is a wolfsbane potion?" Remus asked, his eyes wary.

"It's a potion that helps with the symptoms of lycanthropy." Hermione said, puzzled. 

"Well, it doesn't exist here." Sirius said gently.

"I remember the recipe, I think I could brew you some, Remus." Hermione offered. "Your mind would not be as affected during the full moon."

"There's a potion like that in the future?" Remus said, his eyes wide with hope.

"Yes, it's standard treatment."

The boys looked at each other again.

"It's not that simple, Hermione." Sirius said, his voice tight. "We don't have access to rare ingredients here."

"I can try asking Slughorn for permission to use his classroom for practice?" Hermione suggested.

"And if he says no?" Remus said, his voice filled with doubt.

"Then we'll distract him while Hermione takes the ingredients from the pantry." Sirius said, a smirk playing on his lips.

"But even if we do get the potion ingredients, it won't be ready in time for the full moon, right?" Remus said, his voice laced with defeat.

"I know." Hermione said, her heart heavy. "But we can start preparing for the next one."

"Thank you, Hermione." Remus said, his eyes filled with gratitude. "It's a small light in a very dark tunnel."

Sirius wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"You're doing so much for us, Kitten." He said. "I'll make sure to give you something special later." He whispered in her ear.

Hermione blushed, but nodded. She would do anything for the people she loved.

Snape's eyes followed them, his gaze intense and Hermione felt a cold shiver run down her spine.

Snape had been acting strangely, more curious than ever about Remus's monthly disappearances, his curiosity grew with every full moon. He had always had a vendetta against the Marauders, but now he had something more than just spite to motivate him.

Hermione noticed Snape watching them, and she knew they had to be careful.

"We'll need to be careful with the potion." She said. "We don't want Snape to know."

"Don't worry about Snivellus." Sirius said. "He's too busy being a jealous asshole."

But Hermione wasn't so sure.

Snape was a sly one, and she had a feeling he was closer to figuring things out than they realized.

"Let's just focus on the potion for now." She said, pushing her worries aside. "We can deal with Snape later."

The boys agreed, and they made their way down to the dungeons, ready to start brewing the potion that could potentially save Remus's life. Slughorn's classroom was the perfect place, but getting Slughorn to agree was another matter entirely.

Hermione took a deep breath as they approached the door.

"Ready?" She whispered to Sirius.

He nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Ready."

They knocked and waited for Slughorn to answer. When he did, his eyes widened at the sight of them.

"Ah, Miss Granger, Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black." He said, his voice oily. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

"We were wondering if we could use your classroom for a bit of... extra-curricular activity." Hermione said, her voice sweet and innocent.

Slughorn raised an eyebrow.

"What sort of activity?"

"Well, Professor..." Hermione began, WeI really want to improve our potion-making skills."

"What are you planning to brew?" Slughorn's eyes lit up. 

"Just something... special." She said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea." Slughorn said, his eyes darting between the three of them. "I didn't let Mr. Snape use my classroom either, it's against school policy."

Hermione felt a flicker of anger, but she nodded. It was time for plan B then. She looked at Sirius, who gave her a nod.

"Can I ask you some questions, Professor?" Sirius said, his voice earnest. "For the upcoming potions tournament?"

Slughorn's face brightened.

"Of course, Mr. Black. Anything to help a promising young wizard like yourself."

While Slughorn was busy with Sirius, Hermione and Remus snuck into the pantry, their eyes scanning for the ingredients they needed.

They found the wolfsbane leaves and the moonstone without issue, but the dragon blood was well hidden.

"It's here." Remus whispered.

"What about an occamy egg?" Hermione asked.

Remus searched the shelves.

"I found it." He said, his eyes shining with excitement.

They managed to grab the rest of the ingredients and sneaked out before Slughorn could catch them.

"We only need 2 mandrake leaves, but I'll steal those during Herbology class next Tuesday." Hermione said, her eyes gleaming as they entered the Gryffindor common room.

"You're a genius, Hermione." Remus said with a smile.

Sirius just nodded, his eyes filled with pride.

'"Where would we brew such a potion?" Sirius questioned, and Hermione smirked.

"Second floor girls' lavatory."

"A girls' bathroom?" Remus frowned.

"I used to brew polyjuice potion there during my second year with ingredients I stole from Snape." Hermione said with a wink. "It's the perfect spot."

The two young men exchanged looks.

"Polyjuice at twelve? Hermione, what kind of genius are you?" Sirius asked with a laugh.

Hermione blushed.

"We should go to dinner." She said, changing the subject.

They agreed, and the three of them headed to the Great Hall, their mission for the night a success. But as they sat down to eat, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling that Snape's eyes were on them, watching, waiting for them to slip up.

As they finished their meal and left the Great Hall Snape crossed their path.

"What do you do at the full moon, Lupin? You always disappear, you know."

"It's not even a full moon tonight, Snape." Remus said calmly. "Why don't you go and enjoy the night?"

Snape sneered.

"I know you're hiding something, Lupin. And I'll find out what it is."

"You know nothing, Snape." Remus said, his voice low.

"Why don't you just leave us alone?" Hermione snapped.

Snape's eyes narrowed.

"I will, when I know what your little secret is." Snape sneered.

Sirius stepped in front of Hermione.

"What's it to you?" He said, his voice cold.

"I'm just looking out for the safety of the school." Snape said. 

"Then why don't you explore the passage beneath the Whomping Willow at a full moon?" Sirius suggested with a smirk.

Snape's eyes widened, and he left without any other word.

Hermione gaped at Sirius.

"That was reckless." She whispered. "Are you mad, Sirius?"

Sirius chuckled.

"No, Kitten. That was just a little payback."

"Don't Kitten me!" Hermione hissed. "We can't afford to make enemies, especially not with him."

Sirius looked at her, his eyes serious.

"He could die. This is too far, Sirius." Remus agreed.

"I know, I know." Sirius said with a sigh. "You're right. I fucked up."

The two friends exchanged a look of understanding.

"We'll just have to be more careful." Hermione said. "We must make sure, Snape never gets close to the Whomping Willow tomorrow. Dumbledore knows about Remus's condition, and he's not stupid, he knows about you guys turning into your animagus forms every month."

"Yes, Padfoot, you could get expelled for this." Remus said.

"Seriously, Sirius, you need to stop acting like a child." Hermione scolded.

Sirius nodded, his eyes meeting hers.

"I'm sorry, Hermione." He said. "I'll be more careful."

"Good." She whispered, and hugged his middle. "I love you, no matter how stupid you are."

"I love you too, Kitten." He whispered back.

***

Next afternoon, as they were walking towards the Whomping Willow, Hermione felt the tension in the air.

"Remus, are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine, Hermione. Just a bit nervous as usual." Remus replied, his voice strained.

"Don't worry, we got this." Sirius said, squeezing his shoulder. "You should return to the castle, Kitten. It's not safe this time."

"I know. I just..." Hermione looked at them. "I don't want to leave you."

Remus gave her a sad smile.

"You have to, Hermione. We'll be fine."

"I'll see you both tomorrow morning." She said, her voice thick with emotion.

Sirius and Remus nodded, and she walked back towards the castle. She saw James in the distance leaving the building, and on the road towards the Quidditch pitch, there was Snape.

Hermione felt a pang of fear. She knew she had to stop Snape from reaching the boys, but she had no idea how.

"Snape! Wait up!" She called out, running towards him.

He turned, his eyes cold.

"What do you want?"

"I want to stop you from doing something stupid! Sirius was joking about the Whomping Willow, don't go there tonight."

Snape's eyes narrowed.

"I'm going wherever I wish to go."

"Please, Snape. Trust me. It's not safe."

But Snape just ignored her.

"You must suspect what's going on! You're not an idiot, Severus! Stop acting like one!" Hermione tried to reason with him.

"Lupin always disappears during full moon nights. And Black and Potter have a strange interest in him, I know something is wrong!"

"You know nothing, Snape! Just go back to your potions, leave us alone."

Snape smirked.

"Why would I?"

"Because you can't fight a werewolf." Hermione said, her voice shaking.

Snape's smirk grew.

"So my suspicions are true?"

"Yes, but you can't tell anyone. Merlin, I shouldn't have told you, but I can't let you die."

"I don't plan on dying." He said, his voice icy. "But I need something from you to keep my mouth shut."

Hermione felt a cold hand grip her heart.

"What is it?"

"I want you to kiss me with your tongue for at least thirty seconds." He demanded.

Hermione was shocked, she felt bile rising in her throat.

"What?" She whispered.

"You heard me."

"You're disgusting!"

"Thirty seconds or I tell everyone."

Hermione looked at him, desperation in her eyes.

"Fine." She said.

And she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue forced into his mouth.

It was the most disgusting thing she had ever done, but she knew it was worth it to keep her friends safe. Snape pulled her close, his hands roaming over her body. He grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh.

Hermione's mind was racing, but she kept kissing him, counting the seconds in her head.

Finally, after an eternity, she pulled away.

"Thirty seconds." She spat.

Snape smirked.

"Thank you, Granger. Now, I'll keep your little secret." He said.

"I thought you had a thing for Lily."

Snape huffed.

"Just because I have feelings for Lily, doesn't mean I'm blind to other... attractions."

"Just keep your word." Hermione said, her voice cold.

Snape nodded.

"Now we should go back to the damn castle, before the moon reaches its peak." Hermione said before storming off.

***

Next morning, after Remus was put into the infirmary, Hermione pulled Sirius aside.

"Sirius, I need to tell you something."

"What is it, Kitten?" He asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"Snape knows." She whispered. "I saved his life, but to do that, I had to tell him about Remus."

Sirius's expression turned to shock.

"Then he blackmailed me, to tell the whole school about it if I didn't kiss him for thirty seconds."

Sirius's eyes flashed with anger.

"He what? He forced you to kiss him?"

"He didn't force me. But he was blackmailing me, and I didn't know what to do." Hermione said, tears in her eyes.

Sirius pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. I should've been more careful. I was reckless and immature."

"I'm not mad. You learnt your lesson, Sirius. I'm just disgusted with myself for letting that happen."

"Baby, you didn't cheat on me. You did what you had to do to protect Remus." He whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"But what if he still tells?"

"He won't, I'll make sure of that. He got to kiss you, now he's satisfied, and he knows better than to mess with me."

Hermione nodded, feeling a little better.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"For what, Kitten?"

"For loving me after kissing that disgusting git."

Sirius chuckled.

"I love you, Hermione. Nothing can change that."

"Help me forget it, Daddy?"

"With pleasure."

They retreated to their secret spot in the Room of Requirement, where Sirius lay her down on the bed and got on top of her. He kissed her with a passion that erased the memory of Snape's touch. He kissed away her fear and doubt, replacing them with love and warmth.

His tongue was sensual and gentle, a stark contrast to the harshness of Snape's.

Her hands roamed over his body, feeling the muscles of his back and chest, tracing the lines of his future tattoos.

Sirius took his time, exploring every inch of her body. He kissed her neck and her collarbone. He kissed her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her nipples until she moaned with pleasure.

Hermione felt her arousal building, her pussy wet and ready for him.

"I need more." She cried.

"Patience, Kitten. Let Daddy worship you a little more."

And so he did, kissing and sucking her nipples until she was begging for more.

Sirius kissed her stomach, his way down to her mound. Taking extra time on her 'S' tattoo, then he returned to her breasts.

"Daddy!" She whimpered.

"Ssh, I got you." He whispered, his teeth grazing her nipples.

He suckled on her nipples, one at a time, his tongue swirling around the hard peaks. Hermione arched her back, her body responding to his every touch.

It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a moment where all her fears and worries melted away.

And when Sirius finally kissed his way back towards her pussy, she felt herself ready to explode.

He pushed her legs apart and leaned down, his eyes locked with hers.

"You're so beautiful, Hermione." He whispered before he buried his face between her legs. "So pink, so wet." He murmured as he kissed along her pussy lips.

Hermione moaned, her hands tangling in his hair.

Sirius sucked on her clit, his tongue flicking it gently.

"Oh, Daddy." She breathed.

Sirius's eyes never left hers, his gaze filled with love and lust.

His mouth worked magic on her clit, his tongue flicking and suckling until she was writhing beneath him.

Her orgasm built and built until it was like a tidal wave, crashing over her.

Sirius didn't stop, his tongue still working her clit as she came.

The pleasure was so intense she couldn't even scream, she just clung to him, her body shaking.

Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed him away.

"Enough, Daddy. I need you inside me." She panted.

Sirius chuckled, his eyes filled with mischief.

"Not yet. Let me give you another one."

And he went back to her clit, his fingers sliding into her wet pussy, pumping in and out.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, another orgasm ripping through her body.

This time she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the Room of Requirement.

"Merlin, Sirius!" She yelled.

Sirius chuckled against her skin, kissing his way back up to her mouth.

"Ready for more?" He whispered.

"Yes, Daddy... fuck me." She said, her eyes dark with desire.

And with that, he slid into her, filling her up completely.

He began to fuck her with a slow, steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving hers.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back. They moved together, their bodies in sync, their hearts beating as one.

The pleasure grew, until she was on the edge again.

"Sirius, I'm going to come again." She whispered.

"Come for me, Kitten." He said, his voice strained.

And she did, her body shaking with the force of her climax. 

She couldn't recover from her orgasm, Sirius pulled her on top of him, his cock still deep inside her.

"Ride me, baby." He groaned.

And she did, her hips moving up and down, her pussy tightening around his cock. Sirius thrust up into her hard and fast, his hands gripping her hips.

Her breasts bounced with every movement, her hair flying around her face.

Their moans and grunts filled the room, the sound of their love bouncing off the walls.

It was a beautiful moment, a moment where they were free from the burden of their mission.

"Oh, Daddy harder!" Hermione yelled.

Sirius groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her.

Her pussy was so wet, his cock sliding in and out of her effortlessly. 

"I'm coming, Sirius! Don't stop!"

Sirius kept fucking her, his cock swelling inside her. Her orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, making her scream.

And as she rode the waves of pleasure, Sirius came too, his hot cum filling her up.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together.

"I love you, Kitten." He whispered into her hair.

"I love you too, Daddy." She said, her voice shaking.

They lay there, holding each other, their hearts racing.

But outside the Room of Requirement, the world waited, filled with danger and secrets. They had to keep fighting, for their love, for their friends, for the future they dreamt of. And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, they made a silent promise to each other, they'd never give up.

"Would you stay the night here with me?" Sirius asked, stroking her back.

"Yes, Daddy." Hermione nodded, snuggling closer.

"I'm proud of you, Kitten. You stood up to me, made me realize I was wrong."

"I know." She whispered. "And I'm proud of you that you're going to change for the better."

They held each other tight, feeling the warmth of their love and the comfort of their shared burdens.

"Would you ever consider learning animagus magic? So you can be with us during full moons?"

"It always fascinated me. How did you learn it? I never had the chance to ask you this in the future."

"We taught ourselves for a long time. It's a very advanced and dangerous form of magic. You need to be very precise with your intentions."

"I'd love to learn that. Though if the potion works, during the next full moon, Remus will be conscious."

"That's true. But it's still an amazing skill to have."

"If we have time for it, I'd love to learn."

"And flying."

"Yes, Daddy, flying too."

They talked about their plans for the future, their love for each other growing stronger with every shared dream.

"Good night, baby." Sirius said, kissing her forehead.

"Good night, Daddy."

And as they fell asleep, the moon was high in the sky, a silent witness to their love and determination.

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Few days later, when Hermione and Sirius tried to sneak out of the Room of Requirement, they were stopped by a cold, harsh voice.

"You're indulging in each other?" Snape said, his tone dripping with disgust.

Sirius looked at him with a sneer.

"It's none of your business, Snivellus."

"But it is my business when I can tell everyone about your pet wolf." 

Hermione's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"You leave us alone." She said firmly.

"Or what, Granger?" Snape smirked.

Sirius stepped in front of her, protectively.

"Leave her alone!"

"Oh, I will, for a price."

"What do you want?" Hermione asked, her voice cold.

"I want to watch."

"What?" Sirius roared.

"You heard me, Black. I want to watch you fuck her. I want to see what she's got that I can't have."

"You're disgusting." Hermione spat.

"You dare to blackmail us?" Sirius asked through gritted teeth.

"Call it what you want. But you will do it, or I'll tell everyone about your little secret."

Hermione felt a knot form in her stomach.

They couldn't risk their mission. They had to protect Remus. They had to protect their love. But the thought of Snape watching them was unbearable.

"No way, Snape. You're a pathetic loser who can't get himself a girlfriend. You're not watching us. Get a fucking life." Sirius said, his voice filled with anger.

"You don't have a choice, Black."

Sirius stepped closer to Snape, his hand around his wand.

"I do have a choice, that's why I won't use an unforgivable curse on you right now."

Snape took a step back, his eyes narrowing.

"You wouldn't dare."

"He might not curse you, but I'll strangle you if you don't stop messing with us!" Hermione said, her voice firm. "I kissed you, we had a deal that you'd keep your mouth shut about Remus. Why can't you just leave us alone?"

Snape sneered at her.

"Because you're clever and beautiful, just like Lily, and both of you chose a shallow bully like Potter and Black over me."

"You're wrong, Snape. Lily chose James because he was kind and good to her. And Hermione chose me because she loves me." Sirius said, his voice calm. "Because I make her happy."

"I could make her happy too, if she'd just let me." Snape said, his eyes dark.

"You can never make me happy, Snape." Hermione said, her voice cold. "I'm not saying you won't ever find a girlfriend or a purpose, but it's not me and definitely not Lily."

"We're done with this conversation." Sirius said, pulling Hermione away.

They left the corridor, leaving Snape standing there, his eyes filled with rage and defeat.

"I can't believe he said that." Hermione said, her voice trembling.

"Don't let him get to you, Kitten."

"He wanted to watch us fuck!"

"I know. It's disgusting. But we're not going to give him the satisfaction."

"But he knows about Remus."

"We'll deal with it. We'll tell Dumbledore right now."

And with that, they set off to find the headmaster, their hearts heavy.

***

As they stepped on the moving staircase, Hermione felt a strange mix of anger, fear and sadness.

Dumbledore looked surprised to see them, but he quickly took them into his office.

"What is it, children?"

"Severus Snape knows about Remus's condition." Sirius said, his voice tight.

Dumbledore's expression grew serious.

"What makes you say that?"

"He threatened to tell everyone unless we let him watch us doing... things." Hermione said, her cheeks flushing.

Dumbledore's eyes grew wide.

"What did he say?"

"He forced me to kiss him days ago for his silence, but now he has completely gone mad and asked us to be intimate in front of him."

"That's unacceptable." Dumbledore said, his voice stern. "We must put a stop to this immediately."

"But if he tells, Remus will be stigmatized." Sirius said, his fists clenching.

"We won't let that happen." Dumbledore assured them. "But we must proceed with caution."

"What do we do?"

"Mr. Snape has no real friends, he has a problematic family and it can mess with a wizard's brain, especially if those he considers enemies are happy."

"What are you saying,Sir?"

"I'm saying that we need to find a way to get him on our side, or at least make him see that he's on the wrong one."

"So he's already a Death Eater." Sirius whispered.

"I'm not sure, but I'm afraid so."

"In the future, he was a spy, but I was not sure why he switched sides. But now I know he used to have a crush on Lily Evans, and her death might have changed him. But now we can't let that happen."

"What if he's beyond help?"

"We have to try, Sirius. For the sake of our mission. Snape is a talented wizard and a great potions master. Sure he's a git and completely delusional, but we can't have him on our bad side."

"Hermione's right. You two need to find Mr. Snape a purpose." Dumbledore offered. "Soon I'll have more information about the horcruxes, but right now, you must turn Snape around."

They nodded, the weight of their mission growing heavier.

"What do you suggest, Professor?"

"Looking at his request, he's like any other teenager. He needs a girlfriend I'm afraid." Dumbledore said with a sigh.

"We'll have to find him a date for the Halloween party." Hermione said, her eyes narrowing. 

"No offence, but he's hideous and unkept." Sirius pointed out the obvious.

"So we have to give him a makeover, make him more presentable. And we'll find someone who actually likes him."

"But who would like him?"

"There are plenty of people who can see beyond the surface, who can appreciate intelligence and dedication."

"Fine, we'll do it." Sirius said, though he didn't sound thrilled.

"Thank you, Sirius." Dumbledore said. 

They left Dumbledore's office, their mission now more complicated than ever. They had to save Lily, James and Sirius, expose Peter, and turn Snape into an ally.

"Let's find that git and offer him a truce." Sirius said, his voice firm.

"But Daddy, we can't just trust him."

"We're not trusting him, Kitten. We're using him."

"Okay, but I hate the way he looks at me." Hermione whispered.

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

They made their way to the library where they knew Snape would be. He was deep in a heavy book about potions, his nose buried deep in the pages.

"Snape." Sirius called out.

He looked up, his eyes narrowed.

"What do you want, Black?"

"We want to help you."

Snape sneered.

"I don't need your help."

"But you do." Hermione said, walking closer to him. "You're lonely, you have no friends. And it's not because you're not likeable, it's because you're not giving people a chance to know you."

"What do you know?"

"We know that you're not just a Slytherin. You're a wizard, a powerful one, and you're wasting your talents being a loner."

Snape's eyes searched theirs, looking for any hint of deceit.

"What's your proposal?"

"We'll help you get a girlfriend." Hermione said.

Snape looked at them like they had just told him to jump off a cliff.

"What?"

"We'll set you up with someone nice, and in return, you keep quiet about Remus and you don't bother us anymore."

Snape looked surprised, but then his eyes narrowed again.

"Why would you do that for me?"

"Because we're not your enemies, Snape. We're your classmates, and we want peace."

"Fine." He said finally. "But if this is a trick..."

"It's not." Sirius said. "We're serious."

"Alright." Snape said, his voice low. "But if this doesn't work, I'm telling everyone."

"Also, in order for a witch to actually like you, you need to take better care of yourself." Hermione added. "You need to bathe more often, and maybe get a haircut."

"And we're going to help you with that." Sirius said.

Snape looked at them with suspicion and hope.

"Fine." He said again. "What else?"

"Your clothes. You need to change them daily. Brush your teeth, use deodorant, and maybe even use a mouthwash."

Snape rolled his eyes but nodded.

"Okay, I'll try to be more clean. But still, you think I can get a date?"

"You can be a good person, Snape, if you try." Hermione said with a gentle smile.

Then with that, Sirius and Hermionelleft the library, their plan in place. Snape looked after them, his expression unreadable, but deep down, he knew they were right. He was lonely, and he did need friends.

"So, do you think it'll work, Kitten?"

"I think so." Hermione sighed. "Though he's extremely broke, so we need to buy him hygiene products. And maybe some decent clothes. I know you're cut off from your family vault, but maybe James can help us money wise."

"He will hate this project, but we're doing this for Remus."

"And for Snape, too. He's a powerful wizard, it'd be good to have someone like him on our side, don't you think?"

Sirius sighed.

"I guess."

They walked down the hallway, hand in hand, their heads bowed in thought.

Their mission had taken an unexpected turn, but they were ready for it.

As they reached the common room they found Remus, James and Lily sitting around the fireplace.

"We have news to tell you, guys." Hermione said with a forced smile,and they shared their encounter with Snape.

"You're joking, right?" James said, his eyes wide.

"He literally asked us to let him watch us during sex." Hermione said, her voice shaking.

"Merlin, that's just... wrong." Lily said, looking at them with concern.

"But we have a plan... we told Dumbledore everything and he wants us to find Snape a girlfriend."

"What?!" James and Lily said in unison.

"It's for the greater good, guys. And we need him on our side."

"But who would date him? He's hideous." James said, his nose wrinkling.

"We're giving him a makeover." Sirius said with a shrug.

"You're crazy." Remus said with a gasp.

"James, we'd need some money to buy him hygiene products and some less hideous clothes." Sirius pointed out.

"And Lily, I know he called you a mudblood which is a terrible thing to call a person, but maybe you could somehow forgive him?" Hermione pleaded.

Lily looked at her with shock and a little anger.

"Why should I?"

"Because there's a war coming. And Snape's a powerful wizard. Don't you think it'd be better having him as an ally then an enemy?"

Lily looked at her friends, then sighed.

"Fine, I'll try. But he really hurt me."

Hermione sighed. She knew she couldn't tell about her real blood status to anyone other than Sirius and Remus, but she still wanted to tell Lily she knew the feeling. Draco Malfoy called her a mudblood everyday for almost five years.

"When I was little, there was a classmate, who called me terrible names. They didn't stop or apologize to me, and it still hurts me." She said with a sad smile. "But your case is different, if Sirius told me correctly. Snape did apologize to you several times."

Lily nodded, still looking upset, but willing to give it a try.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

"Thank you. I know it's hard, because he's a git, but we must think like adults."

And with that, they began their strange new mission. To transform Severus Snape into someone who could maybe, just maybe, be a part of their world.

It was going to take a lot of work, but they were determined to succeed.

***

Few days later Sirius and Hermione got all the supplies and took Snape to the Room of Requirement.

"You have a good bone structure, Snape. I think you'd look better with your hair washed and tied in a ponytail." Hermione said as she handed him shampoo and conditioner.

Snape took it with a look that said he'd rather be anywhere else, but he knew he had to cooperate.

They set to work, cleaning him up and trimming his hair. It was a strange sight, the two of them fussing over him like he was their pet project.

But slowly, as the layers of grease and grime were washed away, Snape started to look better.

"Now remember. Brush your teeth at least once a day, though two is recommended. Wash your hair every other day. And for Merlin's sake, shower daily and use this deodorant. We usually shower twice a day with Sirius."

Snape rolled his eyes but nodded.

"Trust me. If you ever want a witch to take your cock in her mouth, she needs to be able to breathe." Sirius pointed out. "You need to have a clean canvas for her."

Snape blushed further.

"Why would she do that?"

"Because it feels wonderful for a guy and it's a sign of affection from a girl. And it's something you might want to try."

They talked him through everything, from shaving to flossing.

"You shave your pubic hair?" He gasped in horror.

"There are also spells for that, but shaving is more reliable for now. You don't want to accidentally burn yourself. It is advanced magic." Hermione explained.

Snape nodded, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"What else?"

"Smile more." Hermione said, handing him a toothpaste and toothbrush.

He did as told, and she couldn't help, but noticed that without the sneer, he had a nice smile.

They spent hours in the Room of Requirement, turning the grumpy Slytherin into a somewhat presentable young man.

And when they were done, they stepped back to admire their work.

Snape looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was the same person staring back at him.

"You look... normal." Sirius said, trying not to laugh.

"Thank you." Snape said, his voice a little softer.

"Now, let's find you something to wear." Hermione said, pulling out a set of clothes they had picked out for him.

Snape put them on, and they all nodded in approval. The clothes were simple, but clean and fit him well.

"You look like you're actually part of this school now." Sirius said, looking surprised.

"Thank you." Snape said, his voice a little more confident.

"Also I think I found you a date. Amelia Bones. She's a Hufflepuff. She's kind, clever, pretty and she's a fan of potions just like you. She's also single." Hermione said with a grin.

Snape's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. You should ask her tomorrow. She likes to spend her afternoons in the library."

"But what do I say?" Snape asked anxiously.

"Just ask her if she wants to go for a walk with you." Hermione suggested.

"I don't know if I can do this." Snape said, his voice shaking.

"Then during the walk, invite her to the Halloween party."

"Be kind to her. Offer her your cloak or put a warming charm around her. Get her a cupcake from the kitchens or pick her a flower from one of the greenhouses." Hermioe added.

Snape nodded, looking overwhelmed but also grateful.

"You don't need to have a lot of money to impress a witch, Snape. You just need to show that you care." Sirius said.

Snape nodded, looking at his reflection one last time before they left the Room of Requirement.

"Thank you." He said quietly. "I'm sorry for blackmailing you."

"You're welcome." Hermione said, giving him a small smile.

As they walked down the hallway, Hermione felt like they had just made a small victory in the battle against the Dark Lord.

If they could turn some of the Death Eaters on their side, maybe, just maybe, they had a chance. But it was going to take more than just a makeover. They had to convince them that love was worth fighting for.

"Why did you decide to help me?"

"Because we're not bad people, Severus. And I believe that neither are you."

Snape looked at her, his expression unreadable.

"Thank you, Hermione."

"It was my pleasure. Now go get that girl."

Snape nodded.

"And update us every step of the way." Sirius said with a wink.

They watched him go, his newfound confidence in every step he took.

"Do you think it'll work?" Hermione asked softly.

"Amelia is kind, she'll hopefully see through his exterior." Sirius said, his voice filled with hope.

"I hope so. For Remus's sake."

And with that, they turned and walked back to Gryffindor Tower, their hearts lighter than they had been in days.

Their plan was in motion, and now all they could do was wait. But they knew that the real battle was still ahead. But as they climbed the stairs, hand in hand, they were ready for whatever came next.

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This story has come to an end for me, even if not in the traditional sense.

I know it started out interesting and many of you enjoyed it, but I've come to accept that this is where it ends for me. I've reached a point where I have to decide how I want to spend my free time, and right now I'm drawn to different projects; different ships, fandoms, and ideas.

I'm aware this story basically just started out and is far from finished, so if anyone ever feels inspired to pick it up or co-write the rest, I'd be more than happy to see where you take it.

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