[Requested by pink_doom] Fugitives (Sirius x Hermione)
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The forest was alive with the whisper of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl as Sirius Black and Hermione Granger navigated their way through the dense underbrush. The canopy above cast dappled shadows on the forest floor, creating a sense of secrecy and seclusion that was comforting and nerve-wracking.
Sirius glanced over at Hermione, his heart swelling with affection as he watched her navigate the uneven terrain with a grace that belied her usual studious demeanor. Her bushy hair caught the moonlight, giving it an ethereal glow, and her eyes sparkled with determination and excitement.
They had been on the run for weeks since Sirius managed to escape from Azkaban with the help of Harry Potter and his friends. Dumbledore had tasked him with laying low, staying out of sight until they could gather enough evidence to clear his name. Meeting Hermione made him, how can he explain it, alive. He felt so alive when he laid his eyes on her and saved him using the time turner. He corresponded with her, and before he knew it, they were inseparable. Hermione had insisted on joining him in hiding, refusing to let him face his demons alone. She had helped him set up camp in the forest's heart, using her extensive knowledge of magic to ward off unwanted visitors.
As they trudged through the underbrush, Sirius couldn't help but marvel at the turn his life had taken. He had spent so many years in darkness, consumed by anger and bitterness, but now... now he had Hermione by his side, a beacon of light in the darkness.
Suddenly, Hermione stumbled, a cry of pain escaping her lips as she fell to the ground. Sirius was by her side instantly, his heart pounding with fear as he knelt beside her.
"Sweetie, are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
Hermione winced as she gingerly sat up, rubbing her ankle where she had twisted it in her fall. "I think I'll be fine," she said, forcing a smile. "Just a bit bruised, that's all."
But Sirius could see through her bravado. He could see the pain etched in her features, the way she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he carried her back to their campsite.
Hermione protested weakly, insisting that she could walk alone, but Sirius silenced her with a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Let me take care of you, Babe," he murmured, his voice soft with emotion.
"Thank you," Hermione blushed as she looked at Sirius' gray eyes. Her heart pounded fast as she stared at his gray eyes while he carried her, his straggly dark hair slightly falling down his face. He's incredibly handsome despite his decrepit looks from running away and living in the forest.
"I'm handsome, right?" Sirius asked with a wink to Hermione as he noticed she had been staring at him.
Hermione's cheeks deepened in color as she registered Sirius' question. She couldn't help but chuckle at his self-assured grin, even amid their precarious situation.
"Is that a serious question, Sirius?" she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "Considering we're running from the Ministry, living in a forest, and you just saved me from tripping over a tree root, I'd say your rugged look suits you."
Sirius chuckled, the sound vibrating against Hermione's back as he continued to carry her effortlessly. "Well, I do try my best to make running from the law look good," he teased.
The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a gentle glow on their path as they reached the edge of the clearing where they had set up camp. Sirius carefully lowered Hermione to the ground, ensuring she was comfortable before sitting beside her.
Hermione couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight played on Sirius' features, accentuating the lines of his face and the intensity of his gray eyes. "Alright, Sirius, you win," she admitted with a smile. "You're incredibly handsome, even with the whole 'fugitive on the run' aesthetic."
Sirius grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Glad to hear it. Not every day a wanted man gets compliments on his appearance."
As they settled into a comfortable silence, the crackling of a small campfire providing a soft background soundtrack, Sirius turned to Hermione with a more serious expression. "But in all honesty, Hermione, thank you. For being here with me, not judging me based on my past, and seeing beyond the rumors and lies."
Hermione placed a gentle hand on Sirius' arm, her eyes meeting his with sincerity. "You don't have to thank me, Sirius. We're in this together, remember? I believe in you, and we'll find a way to clear your name."
Sirius reached for Hermione's hand, intertwining their fingers. "I'm lucky to have you by my side, Hermione Granger. And I wouldn't want to be on the run with anyone else."
As they sat by the campfire, their hands entwined, the forest echoed with the quiet sounds of the night. Little did they know their challenges were just beginning, but with each other, they felt a strength and connection that made them ready to face whatever lay ahead in the shadows of the wizarding world.
"We could really use a bath," Hermione remarked, wrinkling her nose as she glanced down at her dirt-streaked clothes.
Sirius nodded in agreement, a grin spreading across his face as he reached for Hermione's hand. "I couldn't agree more. And lucky for us, this lake is the perfect spot for a little dip."
With that, they stepped into the crystal-clear water of the nearby lake from where they camped, the cool liquid lapping at their feet as they waded further out. The sun danced on the surface, creating patterns of light and shadow that danced across their skin.
As they reached a deeper spot, Sirius turned to Hermione with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Race you to that rock over there?" he challenged, pointing to a large boulder jutting out of the water a few yards away.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, a competitive gleam entering her gaze. "You're on, Black," she replied, her lips quirking into a playful smile.
And with that, they were off, their laughter echoing across the water as they raced through the shallows. The cool water felt invigorating against their skin, washing away the grime and sweat of days spent on the run.
As they reached the rock, Sirius reached out a hand to help Hermione climb up beside him. They sat side by side, their legs dangling over the edge as they caught their breath.
The sun sank lower in the sky, painting the world in shades of pink and gold as the day gave way to dusk. The air was charged with a palpable tension, a crackling energy that seemed to hum between them.
Hermione glanced over at Sirius, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw him beside her. His hair was damp and tousled, clinging to his forehead in dark curls, and his gray eyes seemed to sparkle in the fading light.
Sirius turned to Hermione, his gaze lingering on her face with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "You know," he began, his voice low and husky, "I can't remember the last time I felt this alive."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening as she felt the weight of Sirius' words sink in. There was something about the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel seen and understood, that stirred something deep within her.
Without a word, Sirius reached out a hand to cup Hermione's cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her veins. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the warmth of his hand against her skin.
And then, before she could fully comprehend what was happening, Sirius leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. It was soft and gentle at first, a tentative exploration of lips and tongues as they tested the waters of their desire.
But soon, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate as they lost themselves. Hermione's hands tangled in Sirius' hair, pulling him closer as she melted against him, her body humming with desire. Hermione held Sirius close, reveling in the feel of his body pressed against hers. She could taste the hint of oak on his tongue as he explored her mouth, teasing and tempting her until she was gasping for air. Her hands wandered the length of his back, tracing the curve of his spine, until they came to rest in the tangle of his raven locks. The scent of him, musky and masculine, filled her senses and made her head spin. Sirius Black was intoxicating, and Hermione knew she was quickly falling under his spell.
Sirius pulled away briefly, his gaze searching Hermione's as if to ask if she was okay. The longing she saw in his eyes mirrored her own, and she smiled softly as she leaned in to capture his lips once more. This was pure insanity, a voice in her head cried out, but Hermione had long since left sanity behind when she chose to run with Sirius. And at that moment, with Sirius' arms wrapped tightly around her as he held her close, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
Hermione felt Sirius pull back slightly, and she couldn't help the little moan of disappointment that escaped her lips. However, the intense way Sirius stared at her took her breath away. His piercing gaze was almost mesmerizing, and she could hear his thoughts as they raced through his head. She desperately wanted to know what he was thinking and how he felt about her. The moment seemed frozen in time, yet simultaneously moved much too fast. Sirius' breath tickled her face and reminded her of their closeness.
"W-what?" Hermione stammered.
"Tell me to stop, and I'll stop. Fuck, Hermione, I want to just fuck you relentlessly." He growled.
Sirius' words sent Hermione a thrill of excitement and anticipation, but she forced herself to remain composed. "I want this, Sirius," she whispered, her heart hammering in her chest as his hand ran down her shoulder and arm.
His hand grabbed her breast and a shiver ran through her body, the feeling both strange and exciting. He squeezed lightly and then leaned in to kiss her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth. The kiss became more heated, more passionate, and Hermione found herself grinding her hips against him as his hand caressed her back and neck. Hermione couldn't believe the incredible turn of events.
Her brain told her that what they were doing was wrong, but her body refused to listen. She had never felt so attracted to anyone before, and it took all her willpower not to give in to her carnal desires and let Sirius ravage her. "I don't want you to stop," Hermione whispered, her voice husky with need.
"I can be a lot for people to handle," Sirius replied.
Hermione kissed him even more fiercely and wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled his face closer and deepened their embrace.
He grabbed her ass and lowered his other hand in between her legs as he bit her neck gently. She cried out with surprise and pleasure. Her voice echoed off the water, mixing with the chirps of the birds coming out from the forest.
Sirius watched her reactions intensely, and he could tell she was just as turned on as he was. Her skin was flushed and hot, and her breathing was shallow and erratic. He continued his ministrations, pulling one nipple in between his lips and sucking hard while moving his hand in between her legs and rubbing her mound roughly.
A chill went up Hermione's spine, and she knew it was time. She wanted him in her and on her. She had never wanted anything or anyone so badly, and she was done with playing games. She licked Sirius' face, her tongue running along his jawline. Sirius pulled away from her.
"Tell me what you want." Sirius breathed heavily.
"Fuck me." Hermione pleaded. "Make me yours."
Sirius grinned as he pressed Hermione down into the lake's dirt and soft grassy bank. His cock brushed against her entrance, and she moaned in anticipation. She hadn't felt so aroused before. His intense gaze caused her walls to quiver, and the feeling drove her mad. The tension was almost unbearable.
Sirius teased Hermione even more by lifting her leg above his hip, drawing her closer to him. "Are you ready, babe?" he whispered seductively, his cock throbbing with his anticipation.
"Yes," she whispered.
As he slowly entered her, Hermione couldn't contain the loud moan that escaped her lips. "Shh. Someone will hear you."
The feeling of Sirius stretching and filling her was bliss. She hadn't realized how much she desired this, but she had been aching for him since they met. He slowly withdrew his length from her, then slammed back in. A jolt of pleasure rocked through Hermione's body, and she let out a cry of pleasure.
Sirius continued his slow and sensual pace, occasionally grabbing a breast or ass cheek, and touching her in ways that only heightened her lust. Hermione was overcome with bliss as his cock continually rubbed against her sensitive walls, while he teased her nipples.
The desire grew more intense, and she screamed, "Faster! Oh, Merlin, that feels so good."
"Don't be too loud, love," Sirius cautioned.
She groaned and whimpered. Her breaths came out in ragged pants, and she grabbed a fistful of his hair. "I love it."
He continued to thrust deeper and harder. He moved his hand from her hair to her clit and massaged it, intensifying her ecstasy and moans. Hermione began to cry out as her orgasm rocked through her body. Stars exploded in her vision, and her entire body intensified.
"Oh, fuck." She moaned, trying to stifle her sounds.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-yes..." Hermione took a deep breath and tried to regain her composure. "That was... amazing."
"We're not done yet, Babe," Sirius said with a grin before flipping Hermione on her stomach, her ass on the air before Sirius spanked her.
He lined his cock onto Hermione's dripping pussy and pushed it in, causing a loud yelp. "You're gonna have to be quiet, or they might send Dementors after us."
She nodded, then bit her lips as Sirius thrust inside of her. Her juices dripped on the grass. Sirius' hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements as he continued pounding her from behind. His other hand slithered unto her neck, Hermione gasped as she struggled to breathe, her cunt tightening around Sirius' cock. His muscular chest brushed against her back, and his heavy, warm breath on her nape turned her on even more. "Be a good girl, Hermione."
Each time he slammed his hips against her, his dick drove deeper. Her breasts bounced with every powerful thrust, and he used his fingers to tease her nipple. She pushed back against him as he picked up speed, craving every last inch of him. Her arms and legs began to grow weak and they trembled. She was already on the edge.
"Come, Hermione," He grunted, taking her over the edge.
Hermione dug her fingers into the ground and screamed. Her limbs gave way to exhaustion, and the world disappeared. Nothing else mattered. Only the sweet release of pleasure rocked her world.
She barely noticed when he joined her, releasing his hot seed inside her womb and the two went weak on their knees, staring at the lake in their naked forms as the moon bathed their bodies in its faint light.
"You're quite a moaner, My Love,"
"Oh, shush." Hermione slapped Sirius playfully on the shoulder before curling up in his embrace.
Hermione rested her head on Sirius' muscular chest and Sirius kissed her forehead. The cold wind that blew around made her shiver but her warmth returned when Sirius hugged her more tightly. Her body fit perfectly against his. She shut her eyes, completely content.
"Can we do it again?" she whispered softly.
"Give me a minute, babe."
Hermione grinned as she moved her body higher so that she could wrap her arms around Sirius' neck and kiss him, Sirius grabbed her ass with both hands. "Okay, I think I'm ready now."
Her eyes locked onto his. She never realized how much she needed this until they made love. She rolled her body, positioning herself on top of Sirius, and he guided his cock into her.
She closed her eyes as Sirius pushed in, filling her. The feeling was almost indescribable. She moaned softly as her body adjusted to his size. Her eyes snapped open and she looked into him as they rocked against each other.
She leaned down and kissed him, her lips brushing his and sending a spark of electricity. She moved her hips slowly, grinding against him and feeling every inch of his cock as it slid in and out. Sirius gripped her waist, pulling her towards him as his hips bucked, and his cock filled her to the hilt.
They lost themselves in the moment, their bodies moving in sync as they made love under the stars. Their moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the forest, and the lake reflected the moon. The wind howled in the night. It was a perfect night; Hermione had never felt so free and loved. She looked at Sirius, his gray eyes twinkling with passion and desire, and she knew he was the one for her.
She rode him harder, faster, chasing the pleasure that threatened to consume her. Sirius gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he urged her on. The heat between them grew, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Sirius groaned, his eyes never leaving hers.
She felt the pleasure building inside her, coiling tighter with every stroke. She rocked her hips, matching his rhythm, and she could tell he was close, too.
"Sirius," she gasped, her voice a plea. "I'm going to cum."
"Cum for me, baby."
And she did. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, washing away all thoughts and fears, leaving only pleasure and bliss in its wake. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body trembled.
Sirius held her close, his arms wrapping around her and keeping her steady. "Fuck, you're amazing," he breathed, his voice ragged.
He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as she came down from her high. The intensity of their lovemaking had left her completely spent, and she collapsed against his chest, her body molding perfectly against his.
Hermione and Sirius Black remained entangled on the rock, their breaths calming and hearts beating in unison as they bathed in the afterglow of their lovemaking. The moonlight danced on the lake's surface, illuminating their bare skin and casting shadows that seemed to dance across their bodies.
They were finally at peace.
Sirius knew he could face anything as long as he had his beloved beside him.