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compressions earlier. A part of him thought to release her, but then he felt the pressure of
her hands on his chest. Expecting to be pushed away, he was startled when she began to
explore him instead.
Sirius keened at the touch, slanting his mouth over hers and stroking his tongue
inside of her mouth in a desperate attempt to silently communicate all the thoughts in his
head and his heart. He wanted her to know everything, to know the truth, and he worried
that he would be dead before the right moment came for her to learn it all.
Magic plucked at his soul like a guitar string, vibrating between the two of them, a
shared melody that formed itself into a song and repeated in both of their minds with only
one lyric: Mine.
Hermione smoothed her hands up the column of his throat, burying her fingers in
his long black locks and groaning against him, tightening the grip she had on his hair. The
darkness made it easier. Gave her a confidence she did not know she had. She wanted to
vocalise everything she was feeling but did not have the ability to properly form coherent
thoughts, let alone voice them aloud.
She wanted to tell him that this kiss was everything to her.
Upon opening her eyes, she had felt the lingering tingle on her lips that told
her how he had saved her life, and a part of the sob she had cried into his shoulder was over
the fact that the tingles were fading, and she did not even remember what he had felt like.
She wanted to tell him that she felt those tingles now. They spread like Fiendfyre
against the skin of her neck, flooding down her chest and burying themselves into a pool
in her belly. She wanted to tell him that he tasted like Sugar Quills and how when she was
deep in study mode, she sucked on the candy eagerly—a thought that put erotic and
inappropriate fantasies in her mind, causing her to push further against him, trying to melt
into the feel of his hands on her thighs.
She wanted to tell him many things but hide other secrets deep down. She wanted
to hide her anxiety and worries. She wanted to hide the fact that she was terrified that it
was the unspoken magical bond she had created with Blood Magic that was driving him to
touch her, tease her, and plunder her mouth with such vigour. She wanted to hide her
inexperience and the fact that though she had dreamt of a kiss like this for years, she had
never experienced one like it. Or one at all.