Sighing, Sirius sat back in his armchair in the library and gazed out the window. It was Christmas eve and the prospect of facing the next day alone was depressing him.

"Just me, Kreacher and Buckbeak this year," he said gazing at the tumbler of fire whiskey. "How festive."

It was only 9 o'clock when Sirius gave up on his drink and decided it was time for bed. Climbing the stairs he sighed some more and went into his room. Lying back topless on his bed he stretched his arms behind his bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Woken up by a tapping noise Sirius immediately sat up and reached for his wand. Blinking in the darkness he searched the room for any intruder but realising the tapping was coming from downstairs he got up and moved from his room.

Walking down the stairs with his wand out in front he walked towards the front door, where the tapping was coming from. Peering through the peephole he relaxed straight away.

"Hermione?" he called through the door.

"Sirius open up," she called back. "I'm freezing!"

Opening the door he moved out of the way as she shuffled into the house shivering and stomping her feet on the welcome mat, Mrs Weasley had put out last time she visited.

"Hermione what are you doing here?" he asked the young visitor. "Not to sound rude, but its late."

Hermione turned on him and stared. She hadn't concentrated on him, and his lack of clothing, when she first came in, only really concentrating on the sudden amount of heat in the house compared to the freezing December night outside. Looking him up and down she smiled. Sirius was quite a bit older than her but that didn't for one second make him any less physically amazing to look at. His uncovered top half was toned and covered in interesting tattoo artwork. Staring up into his face she noticed his stormy gray eyes looking intently back at her. He smiled and she felt her heart flutter upon receiving his boyish grin.

"Sirius its only 10.30," she answered him. "Plus, it's Christmas Eve. A night for excitement, friends and family."

"So why aren't you spending time with them?" he asked. "May I remind you I'm once again not trying to sound rude." He added with a wink.

"Aww you are a friend," she said laughing. He raised an eyebrow and she huffed. "I have no family to spend it with!"

Sirius suddenly dropped his gaze as he remembered her situation. A few years ago Hermione had removed any trace of thoughts and memories of her from her parents. Then sent them away to Australia to start a new life without her. She had attempted, many times, to try and find them again now that it was safe without Voldemort. But after endless weeks of searching there were still no results.

"I'm so sorry 'Mione," he stated solemnly. "I forgot, i shouldn't have, but i did."

"Sirius really its fine!" she lied. "Let's forget about it. Is it okay if i spend some time here? Harry is and Ginny want to spend their first Christmas married in their new house and Ron is with his family at the burrow. I'd rather not intrude."

"Of course. Make yourself at home." Sirius replied. "Is he still not speaking to you?" Hermione shook her head. She had split from Ron after only a few weeks. She loved Ron, but she was not in love with him and couldn't lie to him.

There was an awkward pause and Sirius suddenly remembered his lack of clothing. Turning his back to go up the stairs he called to Hermione, "How about we have a drink in the library? You go ahead and I'll be back in one minute."

Hanging up her coat on a peg she followed him up the stairs and went into the library settling into the sofa furthest away from the window. The snowy, frosted glass only reminded her of how cold it was outside and she let out a shiver.

"Cold?" Sirius asked walking into the room. He had put on a light grey shirt to cover his toned physique but being a confident man had left 3 of the top buttons undone.

'He looks good tonight,' Hermione thought to herself. "No I'm fine, actually a bit warm," she lied as she took off her shoes and socks and placed them beside her comfy chair.

It was almost Christmas and Hermione wanted some fun. "Feel like warming me up a little?" She asked shooting him a cheeky grin.

The older man spluttered and almost choked on the swig of fire whiskey he had taken a second previous to her question. "Hermione!" he gasped.

The mischievous girl giggled as Sirius sat down on the sofa sitting as far away as it would allow.

"I'm old enough to be your father," he said to her. "It would be wrong." He tried his best to sound convincing but he couldn't lie and say he wasn't interested. Over the past 3 or four years she had grown from an awkward teenager into a beautiful, mature thinking woman.

"And he would never know about it," she said. This wave of confidence that had seeped into her surprised her but she loved it. "When has anything that is amazing ever been right?"

Sirius chuckled in reply. "Oh Hermione, what has gotten into you?" he laughed again. "I mean don't think i haven't thought about this but we just ca.."

Sirius stopped as he saw the look on Hermione's face. It wasn't complete astonishment as there was a twinkle in her eyes and she looked happy.

"You-you've thought about this?" she asked quietly. "I mean, you've thought about us?"

Sirius realised what he had said surprised her but he couldn't lie. "Yes I have 'Mione. Sorry," he said staring into his glass.

Hermione stared at him for a minute before shuffling closer to him on the sofa. "Sirius?" she said to get his attention.

He looked up into her eyes for the first time since she asked her first question. He looked deep and saw a new wave of excitement in her.

"Well can't we make these thoughts real?" she asked edging closer to him again. Reaching out a hand to hold onto his shirt he grabbed it before she touched him.

"Hermione please. Stop." He said to her. "We shouldn't. What about the age difference? Or Harry?"

Sighing she stared back at him intently. "Sirius I just want one night of...of...fun!" she said sounding annoyed he hadn't agreed immediately. "Harry doesn't have to know. Why can't we just have one night of pleasure?"

He processed the idea in his head. He liked this witch. A lot. She was fun, brainy, and when she wanted could have a wicked sense of humour.

Taking his silence for a no, Hermione opened her mouth to start a new argument for them but was abruptly stopped by his lips.

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled him into her. His kiss was powerful and dominant but at the same time sweet and amazing. His lips fitted hers perfectly and he entered his tongue into her mouth quickly. Their tongues danced and explored each other's mouths. She could taste the fire whiskey in him but didn't mind. It was a part of him and that's all she wanted. Him.

Breaking the kiss he began to nibble on her chin and slowly going down her neck onto her collarbone and shoulder. He planted gentle kisses on her before blowing on the sensitive skin and nibbling down. All these different types were definitely warming Hermione up and she reached out for him, pulling him back up to her face. He kissed him and felt his teeth gently bite down on her bottom lip.

"So I take it you want to have little fun then?" she said with a giggle.

He breathed in deeply trying to control his urges enough to get a sentence out. "You gorgeous girl, how could I ever resist."

She smiled against his lips and reached for his shirt. She could feel the small area of body on show but wanting to feel more she unbuttoned his shirt fully whilst till managing to participate in his intense kissing. She ran her fingers over every inch of his chest. Every so often she came across a raise in his skin, or a gash. After a while she broke the kiss and looked down at his chest. Her index finger was gently feeling its way down a scar over the right side of his body.

"Did it hurt?" she asked her friend.

He nodded. "At the time it did. Now they just make me look rough," he said laughing. When she raised an eyebrow but continued staring at his chest he grabbed her hands in his. "They remind me of my past, of what I had to endure, and of what makes me who I am today."

It was probably the first thing Sirius had said that Hermione knew automatically he wasn't joking about.

Looking up into his eyes she almost gasped. He looked beautiful.

After a slight pause he dropped her hands and took the bottom of her top in his hands.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked seriously.

"Of course," she answered without hesitation. "Yes please."

With a grin he pulled his hands, along with her top, up over her head. Dropping it onto the floor beside them he took in the sight in front of him. She sat twisted to face him and he rubbed a hand down her thigh and placed a kiss on the centre of her collarbone below her throat.

Her perfectly rounded breasts were hidden under a plain white bra. Reaching a hand round her back he unlocked the clasp and watched her remove it completely. Kissing her on the lips more he shrugged out of his shirt and pushed her back so she was sideways lying on the sofa with him gently resting on her and between her and the back of the seat.

He stroked a finger lightly down her body as she gripped round his neck pulling him down for more magical kisses. His finger came to a stop at the waistband of her jeans. Undoing the button and lowering the zip he pushed them down to her ankles and watched as she kicked them off. The only clothing remaining on her body was the thin material of her white thong.

He stopped kissing her to look at the material. "Thong?" he asked with a grin on his face.

"Well I was hoping you would want to, you know, have a little fun," she replied eagerly. "I wanted to be prepared."

"Oh you minx," he groaned and nibbled on her ear.

Hermione noticing her lack of clothing and the fact he was still half dressed huffed. "Why do you still have jeans on?" she asked.

He laughed and undid the button and zip pushing them down. She was surprised to see he was wearing no underwear but after remembering this was Sirius the shock wore off.

His erection now free from the almost painful confinement of his jeans, Sirius groaned as she gave him a gentle stroke before feeling her hands over his chest once more.

"You tease!" he stated.

Moving his hands back down to her thong he gently stroked the material gently with the tips of his fingers. Hermione gently shuddered under his touch at the ticklish yet sensual touch.

Hermione sent a hand back down to his groin and stroked the tip of his member, tracing a heart shape on the top.

Gripping the thin fabric, in one swift movement, Sirius tore the thong off her body and threw it to the floor. She gasped at his aggressive, sexy behaviour.

"Sorry," he mumbled between kisses. "I did really like them."

Sitting up, he pulled her up and got off the sofa. Pulling her round so she was sitting forward on the sofa he knelt before her on the floor. She looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. Rubbing his hands over her thighs he gently separated her legs and started to plant kisses on the inside of her legs. Working his way up one leg he skipped over her centre and kissed down the other one.

"Sirius," she moaned, and with the mention on his name on her lips he nibbled back up her leg and licked her centre from bottom to top.

She gasped at the contact and tangled her hands in his hair keeping him there. Kissing her softly he soon found her swollen clit and began nibbling and sucking on the sensitive body part.

Hermione let out moan after moan as he licked at her softly then more aggressively then back to gentle. As her breathing began to quicken he thrust two of his fingers into her wet core and pumped them in and out quickly.

The new actions were too much and screaming his name once more she shivered as the first intense orgasm of the night shook through her body.

Lapping her all up he kissed up her stomach, flicked his tongue over both her erect nipples, and found her mouth with his. She could taste herself on his lips and gripped him passionately round the neck.

"I need you," she breathed.

"Oh baby," Sirius groaned. "Just you saying that is enough to send me over the edge."

Hermione lay back down on the sofa pulling Sirius with her. Separating her legs she kissed him on the nose and smiled, "Fuck me."

Positioning himself at her entrance her pushed forward powerfully and Hermione let out a gasp in pain. Sirius stopped his movements and looked down at her, concern spread across his face.

"Yo-you're, you're a virgin?" he asked confused.

"Well, not anymore," she stated matter-of-factly. A single tear ran down her cheek and Sirius wiped it away with his thumb.

"Why did you not tell me?" he asked. He went to pull out but she caught his body and pulled him down to her planting a kiss on him.

"Shut up," she moaned causing more alarm to him. "I want this Sirius. Just forget it and c'mon!"

It took him a few seconds to regain focus but looking down at the gorgeous, sexy young witch moving underneath him for him to continue he gave her his fullest boyish grin and pulled out of her before easing back in gently.

It took her a few thrusts before she got fully comfortable with this new sensation but it wasn't long before she began meeting each of his thrusts.

He loved the feel of him sliding in and out of her and she was so tight. "Mmmm," was all he could let out.

"Sirius, I can feel it," she panted. "I'm so close."

Her already tight walls tightened around him and with a loud gasp Sirius shot his seed deep into her. His own orgasm making her shake and release her second one.

Collapsing on her, Sirius lay panting on her for a while unable to speak.

"Thank you," she said regaining her own breath. "That was...amazing!"

Sitting upright he pulled her once again upright into a sitting position, but this time he pulled her against his chest leaning back on the sofa. "You are amazing 'Mione."

Laughing she closed her eyes and nestled into his chest with his arms protectively wrapped around her.

Lifting his wand (heaven knows where he managed to pull it from) he summoned a blanket off one of the other chairs in the library and draped it around them. His arms pulled her snugly against him and he rested his chin on the top of her head.

The two were quite content on staying in their peaceful abyss but a loud, booming voice soon broke the silence.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Remus Lupin's voice sounded across the once peaceful room.

Looking up the pair saw a face of anger and confusion staring back at them.

In unison they both looked at him, "Oh..."

Author's notes

Okay so I really enjoyed writing this one, as they are my favourite pairing (except Hermione and Remus) so any reviews would help because I'm really thinking of continuing this one and not leaving it as a cliff-hanger.