Winter Dreams

Chapter Four: Pool Games

He sliced through the water. His muscular arms, rippled with strength, parting the water like it was butter. His black, medium length hair glistened with wetness. The water seemed to roll off his tan body making him look forbidden and delicious.

It should be illegal for someone to look that good, Hermione thought to herself as she scraped her teeth against her lips, lava pooling into her stomach.

Hermione sat in a lawn chair, watching him silently. She'd crept into the poolroom hoping to catch a glimpse of him. To her shock and surprise he had just started his nightly exercise. He'd switched off from one stroke to another. His flexibility was astonishing and Hermione now knew why he'd been such a lusted after man in his Hogwarts days, she only hoped she'd get her chance to take him for a test ride.

Hermione's heart fell as she notice him slow his strokes down and slowly come to a stop, treading in the middle of the Olympic sized pool. He then lazily swam to the latter and it was then that he saw her burrowed in a black robe, her brown eyes watching his every movement.

He lifted himself out of the pool with masculine ease and grace that made Hermione want to moan. "Hermione. What are you doing here?"

"Watching you."

Sirius moaned inwardly. "I know this. Why?"

"I was bored!" she defended herself.

Slowly she lifted herself out of the chair and placed her hands in the front of her black robe with was tied in the middle of her stomach.

Sirius tensed, fear enveloping him. He prayed she had something under there. He wouldn't be able to hold back if she were naked.

Hermione dropped the robe and to Sirius's relief she had a bikini on.

Not that that was any better, Sirius thought to himself, 'black really looks amazing on this girl.'

It was a skimpy black to piece that barely covered her. The top was tight, but fitting, making her milky breast look like they were going to spill over the top. Her bottoms fit to her hips like a second skin. The only thing running through his mind was 'gods her body is wonderful'.

"Will you please forget everything that happened today and swim with me?"

Sirius gave her a skeptical look as he bent to snatch the white terry cloth towel. He started padding himself dry, never taking his eyes off of Hermiones'. He was, however, careful not to let his eyes linger down to her lower regions.

Hermione stuck out her bottom lip. "Please? I promise I'll behave and I won't act like a hormonal teenager that I am!"

Sirius gave a snort and padded the towel to his chest, in which Hermione eyes had become entranced to the tiny droplets of water that had clung to his dark chest hairs. Quickly she averted her eyes.

"Fine! What do you propose we do? See who can swim the fastest?"

"We could do that! Even though I know you'd win. After that we can play Marco Polo. I'll teach you."

Sirius licked his lips in a thinking manner, then gave a quick challenging grin, and leapt off the side of the pool, doing a perfect dive. He emerged with his chin touching the lapping water. "Okay! One full lap, which means you have to go back and forth. Whoever gets here first wins, and the last person which will be you will have to be the bad guy on this Marco Polo game."

"How do you know there's a bad guy?"

Sirius lifted his eyebrow. "Isn't there always?"

"Technically there's no bad guy. If I was 'it' I'd have to keep my eyes shut and yell 'Marco' and you'd have to reply with 'Polo' you get to keep your eyes open. That is if you win."

"If? What's this if? I WILL win!" Sirius grinned positioning himself against the cement wall.

"Wait let me get in!" Hermione dived in.

The feel of the cool crisp water was wondrous as it cooled off her over heated lust driven body. She swam under water and positioned herself next to Sirius.

"On you marks, get set...go!" Hermione screamed as they both dived in through the water.

Hermione had chosen to do the breaststroke, feeling it to be one of her better strokes, and out of the corner of her eye she could tell Sirius had chosen Freestyle. Hermione rammed her body into the turn and kicked off against the other wall. Sirius was so far ahead of her that she did a double take.

This guy is fast!

She pushed her muscles into her strokes, forcing herself to go faster, but by the time she'd reached the wall she could see Sirius grinning triumphantly, treading in place.

"What took you so long?" Sirius gave an innocent boyish look.

Hermione glared and responded by splashing him in the face, which took him by surprise and caused him to start chocking.

"Oops!" Hermione smiled evilly.

"Oops my ass!" Sirius gave her a haughty look, "Miss I have to be the best at everything! You are Marco!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and dunked her head into the water. She game back up with her eyes closed and screamed. "MARCO!"

"Polo," Sirius laughed as he watched Hermione dash in the direction of his voice.

He easily dodged her attempt and dove under the water, deliberately brushing against her thigh, which sent chills down his spin.

"Marco!" Hermione yelled.

When Sirius didn't respond she yelled it once more, and still there was no answer. Sirius pulled himself up as silently as possible behind her, lingering so close to her he could smell her hair. He hadn't had this much fun since James and Lily had still been alive. Hermione brought him to life.

"Sirius you have to say polo or you're a cheater!"

Sirius slipped his arms around her waist playfully as he said 'polo'. Hermione squealed in response.

"You jerk! You scared the life out of me!" she cried out as she turned around.

His bare arms against her bare midriff sent warning sparks all over Sirius body. They were slippery and cool from the water, and in a very playful mood. He knew, rather too late, that him grabbing her had been a bad idea.

Hermione stopped laughing as her eyes trained on his lips. Sirius gave a moan and yanked her head to his. Her lips were slick and tasted of salt and water. He ran his tongue along the line, making a silent request for her to open her mouth. She innocently touched the tip of her tongue to his, causing him to groan and pull her to him, making their middles rub against each other.

They some how managed to get to the curb of the pool where Sirius had lifted Hermione up on. His muscular, rippling, stomach rested between her thighs, pushing up against, her cool, yet hot, bikini bottoms.

Hermione gave a hiccupping moan and gently nibbled his lip. "Oh Sirius," she whispered against his lips as she trailed her hands over his bottom and pushed him harder to her.

It was either her silent plea of his name, or her soft small hands rubbing him, that snapped Sirius back to reality. He jerked away, his eyes wide as he saw Hermione's awkward position against the wall. He gulped, gave her one last look, and swam to the latter.

"Sirius I'm sorry! Please don't be mad!"

He lifted himself up, reached for the towel, wrapped it around his waist and walked out of the poolroom.

"I'm sorry," he heard Hermione whisper.

As he got to his room he stopped in front of his door, placing his hands on the trimming and squeezing with all his might. "This is killing me!" he groaned out slightly moving his tightened swim trunks.

He rested his hot head against the door, taking deep, uneven breaths as he tried to calm himself down.

"I need a cold shower, and then everything will be fine!"

He felt like he was going to swallow his tongue. His body was screaming for hers.

"This is ridiculous Black!" Sirius said to himself as he turned the knob to his bedroom door and headed straight for the shower.

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She had really blown it this time. "He'll never talk to me now!" Hermione cried to herself as she huddled up to one of her pillows, clutching it to her chest. "He probably thinks I'm a lunatic!"

This wasn't like her! She wasn't supposed to act like the teenager that she was! She was supposed to be studying, but she couldn't even think about hitting the books with her body heat beyond degrees higher of what it should be!

"Well, I'll have to make it up to him!" she whispered whipping her tear stained cheeks. "I'll make him a special dinner tomorrow night."

When Hermione had gone into the kitchen that night to get some food she had found Sirius screaming and sucking on his scalded finger as flame from the stove waved wildly above the pan. She had never seen such a funnier scene. Watching Sirius trying to cook them dinner had been wonderful. In the end they had over cooked, dried chicken, burnt roll, and he had managed to kill the broccoli and cheese.

"That's what I'll do! I didn't study cooking for nothing during my summers!" Hermione said smiling into her pillow.

She would cook him a mouth-watering feast. Rare Steak with A1 sauce, baked potato with extra butter and melted cheese, a side dish of coleslaw or green beans, and for dessert her savory, delectable lemon squares.

Hermione slipped her legs underneath the covers, dropped her lead weight head to her soft pillow, and fell asleep.

To Be Continued...

I hope everyone enjoy this five page part! Comments are greatly appreciated! ~Aya