A/N: First off, thank you Dave. As always, your constant encouragement helped. As did the speedy beta work.

Readers new and old, happy new year and thanks for sticking around after so long. I suck at the posting bit but rest assured I am not ever gonna stop writing this bitch. In fact, I am determined to finish it within a year. Silver has been in my head too damn long, it needs to get out.

As a sidenote, I wrote a new fic called Gossamer. First chapter is already posted and it is a Sirius returns from the veil fic, kindly go read and review if you are so inclined.

In regards to this chapter, know that the writer's block kicked my ass horribly. More so than I will ever be able to explain, but sometimes inspiration comes when you least expected it and I believe in giving credit, where credit is due.

I Found by Amber Rush inspired me to write. The tone, the words, just all of it. Very good song, give it a listen if you please.

And because even I need a refresher course, here's where we left off:

Her heart was beating far too fast and hard, threatening to give out or burst out of her chest. Making her scared. Making her feel alive.

He was there now, close enough to kiss or push away. His chest at eye level, his scent overpowering. She tilted her head, as he lowered his. His lips grazed her own, before trailing a burning path to her ear.

'Tell me stop,' he whispered, soft lips teasing. 'Hermione...'

With a sigh of surrender, she tilted her head and caught his lips.

Silver

Sense

Reason kicked in and she pushed him away.

His warmth faded and she was left reeling, her body cold.

Her hands were shaking and she wanted to run away from him and this. But the way he was looking at her … no one, not even Ron, had ever looked at her like that. She felt powerful and all at once weak.

This was wrong and she saw that knowledge reflected back in his eyes. They shouldn't be doing this, but the pull she felt towards him overruled everything else.

She'd been lost for so long, she had forgotten what it was like to want something. The need to live and to be held and seen as an individual- to be seen. She'd lost that.

He'd been a catalyst of sorts. He saw her.

He'd sparked her anger, he engaged her, made her remember all that she had fought for. He didn't shield her. Always told her his truths and never saw her as defenceless.

To him, Hermione had never been a victim.

Everyone had moved around her like she would break, Sirius was the first to challenge her.

She couldn't allow herself these thoughts though. Not when she was so on edge, but they were the truth as she saw them. And this, whatever they were doing, couldn't happen.

It was what she wanted yes, but ultimately, it wasn't what they needed.

She couldn't risk the future anymore than she already had. She couldn't allow herself to be this selfish. No matter how much she wanted to be.

Hermione shifted in her feet as her fear turned into irrational. Anger edged her senses.

It was unfair. She'd accepted her fate, understood that her life would never be the same but she'd not thought beyond that. Personal relationships, aside from Batty and Hooky, had not been given a second thought. Now that the possibility lay before her, she hated herself for not considering it.

She cared for him. More than she had thought possible and the idea of losing him was more than she could bear.

She had given up everything and everyone for a future she would never see, she couldn't give him up.

Doubts began to creep their way in- of the risks she knew lay ahead, but before they took hold, she took a step forward and met his lips.

Sirius was everywhere, his every move overwhelming her senses.

Her head was spinning and she felt faint. Everything was moving much too fast and yet, not fast enough.

His hands, his lips, his coaxing tongue- he made her ache and burn with a delicious need that she wanted sated. His every touch set her further on edge and Hermione knew that no matter all logic and reason, she would not stop this. Because she didn't want to.

She wanted him. All of him. The good, the bad and everything in between. This was dangerous and she should stop, but he tasted of sin- delicious and wrong in all the right ways.

She was drowning. Caught and trapped by his heady scent and roaming hands. Savouring his quiet moan as he teased a hardened nipple.

Hermione gasped. Her hands clutching at his waist as he pulled off his coat in a desperate rush. His shirt followed after and then he was there, a lank torso and warm skin that dimpled beneath her touch. Hungry lips sought her own before moving down to her neck.

'Sirius.'

He froze at her strangled gasp before pulling away, stormy eyes roaming her face. He swallowed thickly. 'Say it again.'

His tone was demanding, his voice husky and it sent a thrill of anticipation through her. Hermione blinked, her heavy breathing impossibly loud in the quiet of the room. Her throat locked, dark eyes focused on his swollen lips, longing for another taste. She couldn't speak, couldn't move. Held prisoner by his probing hand that continued to pluck at her nipple with a light and maddening pace that seared through her.

'Look at me,' he whispered and her eyes fluttered open in surprise, unaware that they had closed.

Grey eyes sought her own, his hand cupping her breast before tracing a burning path down her belly. His hands pulled at the strings of her pyjama bottoms, insecurity and lust in his eyes as he dared her to both stop this and to give in.

Sirius lowered his head and his fringe mixed with her own, his breaths ghosting over her as he kissed her forehead, cheek, suckling her earlobe. Both his hands moved then, circling her waist before pulling her flush against him. He was hard and that knowledge thrummed away at her chest. Her knees felt weak. Her breasts felt heavy and she ached for him, craving more.

Parted lips teased her own, his gaze holding her as her pyjamas fell to the floor. Calloused fingers moved up her thigh and she couldn't breathe. Her chest was burning with her every inhale, a chill ran down her spine. Her body taut, desperate to reach out and touch him but she couldn't move, not when his hands were moving up, up and up in that agonizingly slow way.

Her shirt was gone, off her body and she stood before him, completely exposed. The cold of the room biting against her skin as his eyes blazed through her.

Hermione swallowed thickly, her throat dry as insecurity threatened the fragile moment. Her eyes slammed shut and she heard him move, his lips ghosting over hers.

'Look at me.'

She did and the intensity behind his cloudy eyes caused the ache between her legs to swell and grow.

He stepped back and his hands fell away as his heated lips pulled at her own- the only bit of him still connected to her. Hermione moaned when his probing fingers moved beneath her navel, into her folds and his groan rumbled deep in her chest. She was wet, desperate and dizzy with need and her body trembled as a shock of pleasure shot through her.

'Sirius,' she moaned and his easy resolve snapped.

He moved, her back against the wall as eager hands roamed and explored her body. His heated mouth tasting her gasps, claiming them for his own.

She was lost, caught in the moment and all at once eager to move on and leave it behind. She needed more. She needed him inside and she nearly cried out in frustration when his lips left her own. They moved down her jaw and lower still and- she groaned, clutching at his head as he suckled on a bare breast. Hermione's head fell back and she rocked her hips against his own, desperate for release. His tongue swirled around her nipple before taking it into his mouth with a delicious suck that ripped another groan from her throat.

She shuddered, kissing his temple and gasping with anticipation as he kissed her nipple once more, before moving down her body. And then he was there, on his knees as his lips traced the curve of her hip, her thigh and her knee as he moved it over his shoulder. His stubble tickling the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh as he moved towards her lips.

Hermione froze- lost in sensation as he lapped at her. His soft tongue tasting her, suckling at her folds before diving between them.

It burned. The pleasure bordering on painful when he sucked on her clit, her hips bucking in response as she cried out. She ran her hands through his hair, desperate to have him pull away and to move him closer still. Her hands were shaking, her legs were going to give way. Her hardened nipples ached and the burn he was nurturing was too much. She was going to break.

'S-Sirius,' she stammered when he pulled away, leaving her cold and trembling.

A strangled noise left her and she opened her eyes, her hands clenched with need. He was watching her, chest heaving, his lips wet- coated by her and the knowledge caused a delectable throb. Her lips parted, her chest tight as her heart beat against her rib cage. His hands moved to the front of his jeans and she met his gaze, scared to look.

His zip rang throughout the room and she swallowed thickly, more embarrassed at seeing him than she was of her own nakedness. His shoes were kicked off and his jeans snaked down his hips and her breath caught in her throat. He had scars. All over his body, mostly faded but there nonetheless. Across his chest, above his elbow, on his stomach. He had a treasure trail, leading down to his hardness. Thick and proud, ready for her.

She was gasping. Her body humming with a need for release. Still, he hadn't moved. Just kept watching her with a gleam in his eye that she couldn't begin to dissect.

Steel coloured eyes ran down her body as he stepped backwards, before sitting down on her bed. His hardened member, visible between his parted legs, drawing her attention. He didn't say it, he didn't have to- it was her move. She had to go to him. So she did.

Hermione stopped before him, watching his eyes as he kissed the sensitive flesh above her navel. She lowered her head and caught his lips with a tender caress. She was burning up. On edge, hungry for him to take and yet, she kissed him slowly. A soft pull of his lips- once, twice, three times.

His hands moved, pulling her to his lap and they groaned with relief.

Her warmth stretched over his length and his eyes slammed shut as she rocked her hips, driving him deeper into her. She watched him, at the pained look on his face as he moaned and gasped with her every move. His mouth sought her own and she kissed him back with a hunger that he matched.

She was close, so close guided by his breathy moans and the feel of him filling her so perfectly. Her moans mingled with his own and her hips moved faster, guiding her towards that glowing edge- her world spun and then Sirius was above her. Lips seeking, hips thrusting, pounding away at her and she clutched at him. Her moans loud to her own ears as he took her.

They were frenzied. Wild. Colliding and crushing. She rolled her hips, meeting his thrusts as her body coiled tight. Her name spilling from his mouth in breathy moans and it all became too much. Her pleasure spilled over and she shattered.

The world faded into bursts of light as her body shuddered and throbbed around him and with a final thrust and a groan, his heavy weight settled over her. Hermione couldn't breathe. She was spent and her lids too heavy. Wandering lips found her own and with a lazy caress, she drifted off.

Mornings could go fuck themselves and crying babies needed to piss off.

He was comfortable. Warm and so unbelievably relaxed, he didn't want it to end but the fucking wailing kid. It'd woken him and with each passing second, he was coming out of his peaceful place. It took him far too long to realise that he didn't know anyone with a kid and it was that, other than the sobbing baby that stole away his sense of calm.

Sirius' eyes flew open and he blinked several times as realisation flooded into him, sweeping aside the last dredges of sleep. His eyes roamed over the quiet room, taking it in and with growing dread, he remembered. The Marauder swallowed thickly, fighting the urge to move unless he bury his face in the pillow beneath him that smelled like her.

His clothes were by the door which made sense because that was where he'd taken them off after having eaten out Hermione's delicious pussy. His eyes slammed shut and without even thinking it, he licked his lips. His heart was racing. He really wanted to move but he was scared of even shifting an inch. He was breathing too loudly, he had to piss and as memories from last night rushed in with perfect clarity, his dick twitched.

He really wanted to leave. This shit was wrong. It shouldn't have happened, he'd fucked up. He wanted to go again.

The bed moved and he stopped breathing as the sheets rustled behind him. He felt her feet inch away from his calf and he realised that she was awake. That fact in itself posed a problem- he was a light sleeper. Beds that weren't his always felt foreign and he rarely slept deeply enough to wake up last. He always woke up first. Always. Except for Granger's double Lizzy, this had never happened before. Which made the whole thing far more awkward for him. He didn't want to turn around but prolonging it would only make matters worse.

Granger looked thoroughly fucked.

Her hair was a mass of wild curls, her lips were swollen and with another twitch of his dick, he noted the marks on her neck.

He'd never done that before. Marking women had never been his thing. It'd never appealed to him, but seeing the evidence of their previous night against her creamy flesh... it was something else entirely.

She was sat up, resting against the headboard, looking straight ahead, cheeks red. The sheets were wrapped over her breasts, under her armpits and as he took in her frown, he had a strong urge to laugh. This whole thing was shite.

Last night had been a mistake and it was with a groan that he admitted to himself that this, as wrong as it was, had been completely unavoidable. He'd wanted her too much. They hadn't thought about the consequences last night but now, with the light of day, it was all he could think about. By the looks of her Granger had been doing the same.

She looked frozen. Like a deer caught in headlights, not looking away from the bare wall ahead of her.

He cleared his throat and sat up. Making damn sure not to touch her, he said the first thing that popped into his head.

'I have to piss.'

Sirius glared at nothing, internally cringing. Knowing by experience that that was the last thing girls wanted to hear from him, the morning after.

'Me too,' she said, shocking him. Her voice quiet but firm. 'I've had to use the loo for the past half hour.'

The Marauder ran a hand through his hair, awkward as fuck. 'Why didn't you go?'

'Didn't want to wake you.'

Which was fair, yeah. He'd tried to avoid that same scenario so he couldn't really blame her. Except that it'd been worse for her. He could've easily just gotten up and gone, she'd have to move over him. Straddle him by the looks of it. Much like she'd done last night when she'd ridde-

'I really have to go.'

'Yeah,' he nodded, licking his lips. He did too.

'Sirius.'

He turned to look at her and after taking in her pained look, shot out of the bed before he could think on it. 'Right, sorry Granger.'

She gasped and quickly looked away which only made the whole fucking thing worse. They'd had sex last night and were uncomfortable because of it. It enhanced how wrong this was. He moved over to his clothes and pulled his jeans on, reaching for her nightgown and throwing it on the bed next to her as he turned his back to her.

'Thank you,' she mumbled, the fucking politeness bitter tasting.

He'd fucked up. This had been a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. He should've left it when she'd run away.

Granger moved past him, damn near running in her escape when she opened the door and stopped.

'Damn that woman,' uttered under her breath before she moved around something on the floor.

He turned and with a frown, stared at the tray sat on the floor. A dull brown bottle, with a note under it.

I don't do nappies.

Sirius frowned at the empty hallway unsure about what to do. He picked up the tray and brought it into the room, setting it on her vanity. Surprise and a bit of sadness shot through him as he took in the room properly. He hadn't known what to expect, but it sure wasn't this- the room was damn near void of her.

It was odd but then again it made sense. This wasn't her home. It was Batty's. Granger was just staying here. Had it not been for her clothes lain about the room and his rose and the odd picture of Hermione with Batty and their house-elf, he would have never guessed she lived here. It hammered in their reality.

Sirius was her guard. This wasn't her home and he didn't know her.

They'd made a mistake.

A sudden movement caught his eye, her image reflected through the mirror. Curls framed her rosy face and he couldn't deny that she looked lovely. Sirius turned to face her, words caught in his throat as she stared down at her feet.

'It's birth control,' she muttered, her face burning red. 'From Batty.'

It took him a minute to realise she'd been talking about the potion next to him but when he did, his confusion turned to revulsion. Before he could properly wonder why Batty had that particular potion, Granger spoke again.

'This was a mistake.'

It was. He agreed completely and yet, the fucking blow he felt at her saying his exact same thoughts- he didn't like it. It was one thing to feel and think that way but for her to validate it? It made him panic in ways he couldn't begin to understand.

The Marauder ran a hand through his hair as he fought the urge to pace. He'd always been restless, more so when forced to deal with shit but at the moment, he was scared to take a single step. They were too fragile and he felt that if he moved, this stillness would break and reason would flood in. She would ask him to leave and he would do it simply because she asked.

Sirius watched her. A heaviness settling in his chest the longer she avoided looking at him. He leant against the white vanity as he licked his lips.

He knew what he wanted to say. He knew what he should to say.

Both caused his heart to race.

'Was it?' he asked her.

Granger's head shot up and he met her wide-eyed stare. Her mouth fell open and memories of her lips parting as he filled her burst to the forefront of his mind.

Regret slammed into him- shame and guilt for having put her in this situation. He had to stop this.

'It's dangerous.'

It was. He knew that better than most and yet...

Sirius nodded, holding his breath, afraid to look away from her warm eyes. 'I'm your guard.'

Granger nodded once, her breath shallow.

'Last night shouldn't have happened,' she murmured, her words pounding away at his gut. 'We shouldn't have.'

'But we did.'

She shut her eyes as she shook her head. 'This was wrong.'

And yet, he couldn't help notice that she hadn't kicked him out. Though she kept saying it was wrong and that it'd been a mistake, she'd not said she regretted it. He should have ignored that. That was the right thing to do.

'I don't regret it,' he admitted, his throat tight. Granger's eyes shot open. 'Maybe I should, but I don't.'

Sirius swallowed thickly, sure that he was losing his bloody mind. He needed to leave, he knew he did.

'Don't say that.'

'Why not?' he countered, his heart pounding against his chest.

She was right, she was. He needed to shut his damn mouth and leave.

He stood on shaky knees, taking slow and measured steps towards the witch. She looked frightened and on edge, ready to run and while Sirius understood the impulse, the outcome seemed far worse. He didn't want to lose their chance and that's exactly what would happen, he could see it in her eyes. If he left, logic would kick in and she would shut him out.

His eyes studied hers. A rich brown that reminded him of the woods in autumn. Barely there freckles that he wanted to kiss. Soft curls that framed her lovely face, that he'd grasped in desperation as her moans urged him to drive into her over and over again.

He studied her lips. Beautifully curved and plush, their softness had nearly driven him mad.

Granger stood frozen, her eyes studying his, her breaths coming in fast and hard. He swallowed thickly, the knot in his throat painful. His gut throbbing, chest burning with a hollow ache.

The urge to pull her in overwhelmed him but he fought against it. His every fibre telling him that if he moved too fast, he would lose her.

He moved, his cheek barely touching hers. Drowning in her scent as he felt himself harden. His breaths teasing her earlobe, he spoke barely above a whisper.

'Give us a chance.'

Granger still hadn't moved. He could feel her thinking, her breathing loud to his ears as his heart thrummed violently against his throat. He wanted to say more, but everything in him said to wait.

This was dangerous. He was her guard. She was under his protection. Her name could be made up. He didn't really know her.

Still, he knew she was his.

Sirius gently ran his lips over her temple and Granger shivered. A slow, relieved smile curled his lips when warm hands settled around his waist.

'Dumbledore will find out,' she murmured. 'He'll be angry.'

'Yeah,' he whispered as he traced his lips over hers. 'But I don't really give a fuck.'

He had his answer when he felt her hands loosening his jeans.

A/N: Like I said, I struggled with this fucking chapter but I had to get it out, so Hermione could get it in. Hope you enjoyed, please review.

Erica x