Hermione ran across the ruined house of Grimmauld Place, desperately trying to get away from the very angry Black that was hunting for her. She continued running until she ran into the Black Library. Slowly she walked in, in awe of all the magnificent books surrounding the huge library.

Since her eyes were so occupied with the massive collection of books she didn’t see nor near a giant black dog, predatorily advancing on her. With a swift jump the dog pinned Hermione to the ground. It’s eerily grey eyes catching her light brown ones in a battle for inner dominance. Neither broke eye contact, grey and brown collided in a battle, neither wavering, neither backing down. She could feel the arousal of the giant dog on her pressed against her clothed core. And she could help letting out a stifle moan.

“Sirius” she whispered, her voice like velvet.

One word was all it took, as giant dog that had her pinned on the ground, slowly morphed back into a naked Sirius Black.

His grey eyes darkened with lust, his hair tickling Hermione’s cheeks, his toned chest pressed against her soft breasts, and his arousal now pressed against her thigh.

Slowly and captivatingly his soft fleshly lips found hers. They moved together slowly, united by their mouths, and body. His hands found her plump breast at it’s peak. While continuing to devour her mouth, he began rubbing circles around the base of her pink nipples, once in a while stopping and pinching them to earn himself gasped moans.

His mouth left hers, and he began to nuzzle her neck, gently kissing, licking, and biting her sensitive skin leaving love bites on her smooth flesh. His mouth then moved to her breast, slowly and captivatingly taking one pink nipple in his mouth, and biting down on the tip. Hermione cried out, as his mouth lapped her breast, that was always her weak spot.

Sirius’ hands slowly found it’s way down to her navel. His hands smoothly tracing circles around her navel, his fingers deliberately avoiding the place where Hermione wanted it to go.

Her hands wrapped around his neck as he bought him back up. She kissed up heatedly, and started urging him to fuck her. She was shivering with pleasure as his delicate fingers found her velvety softness. His index and his thumb pinched her clit, she screamed in pleasure squirming against Sirius’ hard body.

He smirked, he loved seeing her squirm. It made him feel predatory, and he loved it.

His fingers slowly parted her beautiful labia, his middle finger slowly pushed into her core, as she cried out his name over and over, almost as if she were reciting a mantra.

His fingers continued to explore her, as she was crying out for more, and more. Her mind was too filled with ecstasy to figure out what she wanted. She was so dazed, that words wouldn’t even come to her. Such pleasure, and pain, gods, the only word she knew right now was Sirius. Sirius. Sirius.

“Sirius” she moaned again.

The hard cold floor that was beneath her disappeared, and was replaced by a warm comfy mattress. The pale skinned, silky haired, grey-eyed man were replaced by her sleepy fingers. Gods. She needs to stop having these dreams. She was so aroused that it was painful. She needed something, someone, and bad! Gods. She realized how much she missed him. About 4 years without male contact could drive anyone off the wall.

Her fingers found her core, and she dug in rather greedily. She could vividly remember the last time she touched herself, it was after one of those erotic dreams she had about Sirius.

Gods. If only he was here now.

Hermione tried engaging sexually with other men, but none of them were Sirius. None of them had Sirius’ authoritive, controlling, husky voice, none of them had the depth of passion that Sirius had, and truthfully speaking none had his size. She had to admit Sirius was a huge wizard. At first when she saw it nearly fainted. Ten inches long, veined, thick, and pale. She would have blushed, if her fingers weren’t ramming themselves inside of her right now.

Finally after reaching to a rather poor climax, Hermione’s body relaxed. Gods. Sweat covered her face, her cheeks burned, and her breasts ached. Gods she wanted to touched. Right about now she couldn’t careless which man, but her body did. And her body only wanted the touch of one man. And that ladies and gentlemen is Sirius Black.

Harry looked up from the Evening Prophet. “Yes, Sage.” asked Harry exasperated.

“Tell me more about him!” whined Sage again. This was probably the 100th time, Sage mentioned Sirius. Whining consistently about when he was going to get here.

Harry sighed, and mentioned his daughter to sit on his lap. Sage practically tackled her way on to her fathers lap.

Flinching as the eager girl kicked his kneecap, Harry sighed. “What do you want to know?” asked Harry, smiling down at Sage’s twinkling eyes that were so full of mischief that Sirius would be damned proud to call her his goddaughter.

“Tell me about his escape from Azkaban.” yelled Sage excitedly, causing Harry’s left ear to become deaf. Harry didn’t know where Sage got her personality from, but he was sure it wasn’t him. Sage was a mixture of her mother Ginny, her uncles Fred and George, and Sirius. Sage had her mother’s temper which seemed to make full grown Auror’s cower, her love for pranks and everything funny from her uncles Fred and George, and of course her mischievousness from Sirius.

“Why do you want to know about Azkaban Sage?” asked Harry slightly frowning.

“Because he is the only one to ever escape it. He is so cool daddy! I want to escape Azkaban just like him.” Sage said excitedly her emerald eyes twinkling merrily.

Harry tried to control his laugh. She wasn’t even 6 yet, and already she is thinking about breaking out of Azkaban, if Ginny found out, she’d have kittens.

Harry again tried frowning at her daughter, and Sage gave him the most innocent look she would muster. Harry would have melted, she was so cute.

Sage had her father wrapped around her fingers, just as she had all her uncles, she could get away with anything she did, and somehow Harry had a feeling she would wrap another one around her fingers.

“Hon, how about we skip Azkaban? Ask me about something else.” said Harry. Truthfully he didn’t want Sage getting any ideas, everyone knew she could be a handful.

Sage batted her eyelashes. “Okay! Tell me about his girlfriends.” said Sage.

Harry turned crimson. Great. Now Harry had to recount all of Sirius’ girlfriends, because Sage wouldn’t leave him alone until he tells her.

“Umm, well he did have a lot of them.” said Harry as he blushed. Damnit, it conversation was awkward.

“Really.” said Sage with wide eyes. “Why?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe he liked girls.” said Harry, shrugging.

Sage looked rather thoughtful.

“What about Aunt Hermione?” asked Sage. “Wasn’t she one of them?”

Harry paled. Uh-Oh. Damn it, Sage had heard their conversation, not that he could blame her. It was their fault, and they weren’t whispering either. It’s just that Harry didn’t think Sage was that observant. She was to damn smart for her own good.

Luckily for Harry, they were interrupted by the floo network.

Ginny was back.

His jet black hair was slightly askew, and his face bearing a 5’o clock shadow.

Next to him lay an unknown woman who Sirius had late picked up at a bar. She was rather pretty, Sirius thought as he looked her over again.

Bleach blonde hair, red pouty lips, and a rather nice rack.

Letting the pretty blonde sleep next to him, Sirius slowly got up and headed for his morning shower.

Sirius’ bedroom, smelled strongly of sex, cologne, and cigarettes. As disgusting as it sounds combined together it was slightly comforting, in an odd sort of way.

Maroon drapes were hung on his windows, followed by blood red satin sheets for his bed. The rest of the room was black. Literally, the only color was in his bed, and the windows. The furniture in Sirius’ room, was black, and he hardly had any furniture. It only consisted of a large dresser, a lamp table, and a black leather couch. The wood was especially made for Sirius. Black cherry wood imported from Peru. Sirius paid many galleons for them. Not that it really mattered.

He also had a huge walk in closet, that consisted of his large clothing collection. Although right now there were only his old leather pants ranging loosely on the hangers.

Most of his clothes were packed in the 6 large trucks that had all of his clothes.

Sirius’ room looked as if he was on the verge of moving. He wasn’t really moving, he just planned on visiting Harry for a month or two. He would never move back to England. It held too many scarred memories for him.

Water slowly ran down his pale toned body. His head was bent as he felt the comforting warm water hit his back. The thing he looked forward to most was his morning showers. It was as if all the stress, grieve, and bitterness washed away. He feels refreshed, free, even though it’s only temporary.

Gently Sirius turned the tap off. He grabbed the nearest towel, and wrapped it firmly around his waist and stepped out of the shower.

Drops of water fell from his hair, and rolled down his back and chest tickling his tattoos.

He grabbed another towel and began to dry his hair, which seemed the most soaked.

Busy with his hair, Sirius didn’t notice the slim arms that wrapped around his waist, removing the towel, and revealing his dangling cock, which twitched with her touch.

Ms. Unknown began trailing kisses on his shoulder, and slowly stroking his growing cock. He groaned, as he felt her other hand rub his balls. A soft grunt escaped his lips, as she squeezed his hardened cock, which was now almost at it’s finest hour.

Her hand continued her ministrations, as Sirius hurriedly turned around. His bare teeth grazing her neck softly, and slowly. Her mouth kept on trying to find his, but she always missed. He either turned away, or began licking other intimate places. A thought stuck the unknown woman, but she shook it off.

She slowly dropped to her knees, and both of her hands gripped around his thickness. Her tongue flickered over his pre-cum soaked head, and she licked it clean.

Sirius let out a grunt as she felt her cool tongue working wonders on his cock. His hands gripped the edge of the sink to steady himself.

Her tongue ran up and down his length. Teasingly she circled her tongue around the tip of his penis. Her mouth slowly opened, and she took as much of him that fit her mouth.

Sirius looked down at her, the sight was mesmerizing.

Her curly brown hair wild, as her pink pouty lips are working miracles on his cock. Her light brown eyes flickering at him constantly asking for his approval. It was as if she wanted a grade for her blow-jobs skills. Typical Hermione. Hermione.

“Mione” he softly groaned as he reached his climax, slowly filling Ms. Unknown with his seed.

Horror etched across Sirius’ face. Ms. Unknown didn’t seem to notice, as she continued to play with his balls.

Roughly Sirius pulled her up, and flung her out the bathroom.

Yells and screams were heard outside his bathroom door. But he couldn’t careless.

“Get the fuck out!” yelled Sirius, but his mind was filled with one thing.

Hermione.

That name hadn’t left his lips for five years.