#sirimione fic

[celestialseawitch-ff]

🌹😘

The doors slammed shut behind them. 

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Hermione breathed.

Sirius turned and began to walk away. 

“Sirius, wait!” 

He kept going.

“Padfoot,” she hissed.

Sirius froze. He spun around and pinned the witch – his betrothed – with wide eyes.

“Please, don’t run off.”

He grabbed her hand and tugged her through the house. He shoved her into a closet and slipped in behind her. A magical light floated above them.

“A closet?”

“No one ever goes in the closet,” Sirius returned. “We have house elves for that.”

Hermione’s head tilted. “Clever.”

“Not the only thing I am, sweetheart. But something tells me you know that?”

“Don’t call me sweetheart. And yes. Sort of. I’m from the future.”

“I know. But I didn’t know you knew me. God, don’t tell me you’re my daughter. That’s fucked up even by our standards.”

“Ew! No. I’m a muggle-born.”

Sirius stared at her. “Does my grandfather know that?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Alphard said they’re going to claim I’m the daughter of a pureblood squib. I don’t know much beyond that.”

His head cocked to the side. “Huh. We knew each other?”

She nodded.

Sirius’ eyes narrowed. “You called me Padfoot.”

“Padfoot, Moony, Prongs… Wormtail. We had the map at one point.”

His lips twitched in amusement. “We?”

“Me and my best friends. Ron Weasley and… Harry Potter.”

Sirius’ grey eyes flickered. “Interesting. I can’t get you home.”

Hermione sighed. “I know. I didn’t ask for this. I never would have said that line if I knew it would have ended here.”

Sirius frowned at that. “Line?”

“In genere providit pudicitiam tutandam esse, eique omnino gratuita.”

His eyes widened. “Who taught you that?”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “You did. You told me to use it if I ever fell back in time.”

“I- what?” Sirius shook his head. “Did I say anything else?”

“Just to use that. Oh! The crest.”

“Crest?”

“This one. Here, on your arm.” She touched his forearm where she knew the tattoo was hidden beneath his robes. “It was your first tattoo. You were ten. You have it, right? And a few others. There was a paw print and leaves. Lots of flowers.”

Sirius stared at her with wide eyes. “You can see my tattoos.”

“Yes.”

He leaned closer. “You have no idea what that means, do you?”

She looked up at him with wide eyes. “What does it mean?”

Sirius kissed her. Hermione squeaked in shock. He pulled back and stared into her wide brown eyes. Sirius opened the closet door and fled.

[fiourish-and-blotts]

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[virtualrose]

Rating: T

Pairing: Sirius x Hermione

Tags: time travel, PTSD, hurt/comfort, fluff, romance,

WIP

September 2nd 1976, some time past 3:00am, Sirius Black's life takes a sharp detour when he finds a girl bleeding out on the floor of an abandoned corridor, wearing a broken time turner, and questioning why he isn't dead.

[myst867]

[jabean-fanfiction]

Title: Don’t wake me just yet

Summary: Harry, feeling broken and betrayed, sides with the Dark Lord after the events of the Department of Mysteries and the death of his godfather, leading to troubled times in Britain. Hermione partners with the House of Black and travels back in time to July of 1976, to defeat Lord Voldemort during the First Wizarding War and prevent the one of the darkest families in Wizarding Britain from dying out, in order to save her childhood friend and the wizarding world at large.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black

Tags: Time Travel, Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Pureblood Society (Harry Potter), Wizarding Politics (Harry Potter), Slytherin Hermione Granger, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First Wizarding War (Harry Potter), Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Misguided Albus Dumbledore, Sexual Content (Eventually), Other Additional Tags to be Added.

Read on AO3

Chapter One Excerpt:

“Good luck,” Bill said as he squeezed her shoulder before taking a step back to stand next to Andromeda.

Hermione gave the two of them a curt nod of her head as she checked to make certain that her wand was holstered on her forearm and the long, thin chain of the time turner was secure around her neck.

“T–Thank you,” Hermione said, struggling to find the right words. “For everything.”

Bill grinned at her, his scars pulled tight on his face. His eyes were pained, sad. “Don’t thank us just yet, Hermione. We aren’t even certain this will work. It’s just that–”

“It’s our only hope, our only option,” Hermione murmured, “for Harry.”

“For everyone,” Andromeda corrected as she peered around the drawing room of Grimmauld Place. “Remember what we went over?”

Nodding, Hermione repeated what she, Bill, Narcissa and Andromeda had gone over the last few weeks. “In order to save Harry, in order to save the wizarding world, we must save the House of Black.”

Andromeda frowned as she began to recall a specific time, decades earlier. “On the night of the fifteenth of July, 1976, Sirius was tortured by Walburga and Orion. He was facing almost certain death when he fled Grimmauld Place. Euphemia and Fleamont Potter brought him to St. Mungo’s after he’d arrived on their doorstep.” She paused for a moment. “I was working the front desk at St. Mungo’s that night. I saw him arrive via emergency floo-travel. It was bad, Hermione. The healers couldn’t even touch him until the effects of the Cruciatus Curse wore off. You need to prevent that from happening. That was the start of the end of my House.”

Hermione gave the older witch a sad smile. “And nothing can prevent that better than having a Muggle-born appear in the drawing room of Grimmauld Place, hollering at the top of her lungs about the destruction and eventual extinction of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.”

“It’ll certainly get their attention, if nothing else. We know that there’s no way they’d listen to you unless they’re forced to,” Bill muttered dryly as he checked the time on his watch before grabbing his wand. “You need to go now, Hermione. Me and Andy need to leave. At any moment, Harry’ll know we’re here if he doesn’t already. We can’t risk it any longer.”

Hermione gave him a curt nod and fiddled with the time turner in her hands. “Be safe. Be strong. Be good.”

“Always.”

Hermione double-checked that the device was set to the appropriate date, exactly twenty-one years earlier. Her eyes met both Bill’s and Andromeda’s once again. “Goodbye.”

[carpenoctemnyx]

Tfw you find drafts from years ago of fanfics you never finished and theyre actually kind of interesting ideas but you know damn well you wont be able to write them because of writers block and executive dysfunction

[a-morningstar-120]

Birthday fix it fic to Sirius

1959, November 3rd

If anyone could bring Sirius back from beyond the Vale, it was Hermione Granger. And so, that became the main reason for her working in the Department of Mysteries. It seemed that even after five years since the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione was the only one that hadn’t moved on.

[nauticalparamour]

Back to the Future

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Looking around, Hermione tried to find any clue to ascertain where she was. Her gaze fell on a boy with messy black hair and glasses sitting in the chair in a corner of the room.

Harry, she thought fondly.

"Oh, thank Merlin it's you!" Hermione said, breathing a sigh of relief. She was so happy to be back with her friends and she couldn't wait to hear what else had happened in the fight. Had everyone come out okay? "I was having the most bizarre dream. I'd broken a time turner and ended up years in the past. I am glad that it was all just a bad dream."

"Well, it's over now," he answered. "Back in good old 1977 then, Victoria."

Hermione's heart stopped when she heard the year. 1977?! Then it hadn't actually been a dream after all. And that meant the young man with messy black hair and round glasses wasn't Harry Potter at all.

"I'm James, by the way," he said, before using his wand to light some of the lamps in the room. "Pleased to meet you, Victoria."

Hermione's eyes slowly adjusted to the room, giving her some time to think. "Victoria? Why do you keep calling me that?" she asked, perplexed. She was trying to wrap her mind around what happened and it wasn't made any easier with how much James looked like Harry. Except, he did have hazel eyes.

He sat at the foot of her bed and cleared his throat. When he turned to face her, he was wearing a smirk on his face. "Well, that's the name on your, uh...brassiere," he said, not possessing the decency to blush. Instead, he just kept staring at her shocked face, wearing that devious look all the while. He wasn't embarrassed at all.

After an accident in the Department of Mysteries, Hermione is thrown into the past. To make matters worse, she thinks she might have just gotten her best friend unborn. Can she fix the future with a little help from Sirius?

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FFN | AO3

[celestialseawitch-ff]

🌹🌹

The trees broke as they entered into a clearing. 

“We need to disrobe.”

Hermione's head shot up.

“There's a hot springs over there. We're going to cleanse ourselves first. When we return, I'll summon the goddess and bring you into the circle. I'll cut my hand and then yours and bring you into the ritual circle.”

They reached the springs and Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.

“It'll be overwhelming,” he explained gently. “Especially because you have no experience with family magic.”

“And that's it?”

“... and then we have sex.”

“Out here? What if someone sees us?”

He released a shocked bark of laughter. “That's your main objection? Hermione, this is private Black property. Only I have access. Once we complete the ritual, only the two of us.”

She felt her cheeks burn hot as she stared at Sirius and he stared back.

“I know this is… a lot. I'm sorry, for whatever it's worth.”

She released a harsh breath. “It's fine. I am… agreeing. I understand the benefits, although not all of them, I trust you wouldn't ask me to do this if it wasn't necessary.”

“It is.”

“I know. And for whatever it's worth, you don't need to look so guilt stricken. I'm not some blushing virgin.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. He lifted a finger to trail across the apple of her cheek. “You sure about that, love? You're blushing awfully hard.”

Hermione cleared her throat. “I dated an international quidditch player, do you think I'm a virgin?”

Sirius threw his head back as he laughed. “Oh, Remus owes me a galleon.”

Her eyes widened. “Sirius!”

“I knew. I said I could smell it on you, but he didn't believe me.”

“Sirius,” she hissed, scandalised and a little disturbed to learn he could smell sex on her.

“‘No, Hermione is a good girl. She would never with an older student,’” Sirius said in a mocking tone of voice. He smiled sharply at her. “Atta girl.”

Hermione huffed as she looked away, refusing to give away the amused, happy feeling in her chest. She hadn't told a soul beyond Harry about it, too worried about the judgement from her peers. 

“Anyway,” she said and looked to the springs. “I suppose we should start?” 

“Last chance to back out.”

She sighed. “We're going to have to have sex regardless, aren't we?”

“It's in my marriage contract.”

She sighed and shrugged. “Well, show me ritual magic then, Sirius Black.”

Sirius stepped up to her and slowly moved to take her arms. He pulled them from where they sat across her chest. He slowly began to undo the buttons on her cardigan. 

Hermione stared at him with wide eyes. “Is this a part of it?”

“Traditionally.”

“I didn't realise you were so traditional,” she replied, breathless.

He grinned at her as he slid her jumper off her shoulders. He knelt down as he set it on the floor of the grass. His eyes never left her own as he knelt at her feet. A smirk touched his lips as he said, “only the good ones.”

Hermione swallowed visibly.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

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thanks, anon, for the ask!

a fic I couldn't stop reading when I started it:

The first one was Debt of Time by ShayaLonnie. That was super early in my fanfic reading days, before I understood the difference between / and & on Ao3, before I really understood how tags worked, etc. I had a basic idea of how the search function worked and plugged in Remus/Tonks and sorted by kudos. I was hooked and had a LOT of feelings about the ships and pairings along the way, but I just had to know what happened. I still have a soft spot for the fic.

since there are two hearts, idk if to answer with a second fic, but I will anyway since I don't have a fic rec list:

Wait and Hope by mightbewriting. It's a Dramione fic, which might be surprising, considering I'm pretty adamant about canon ships.

I don't ship Dramione but I wanted to see what all the fuss was about with this ship. I couldn't get through Manacled (again, sorting by most kudos in my early days of fanfic exploration), and the next highest kudos fic that managed to grab my attention was Wait and Hope. Couldn't put it down and devoured it quickly.

Still not a professed Dramione shipper. (To be quite honest, I don't care about Hermione's love life enough to be avid about shipping her with anyone). But anyway it was a great fic, excellent writing, and I enjoyed it all the same. I'd definitely re-read it again.

fic rec asks

[iforgetcanon]

Wrote a fun little thingy last weekend because Lady Gaga's You and I hit my shuffle on the drive home and I thought to myself, "Bet."

Here's an excerpt from the middle:

As soon as she closed the tablet and tucked away her pen, a dull red sparkling drink slid down the bar top and stopped right in front of her. She raised an eyebrow when her gaze met Sirius's amused look.

He was dressed in new jeans and a black button-down with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. Hermione was impressed with the way he successfully hid most of his tattoos, considering this was his debut as a bar proprietor, a title with which tattoos would actually be considered appropriate.

He threw a white dish rag over his shoulder and crossed his arms, mirroring her look with a raised eyebrow of his own.

"Thank you, Sirius, but I'm not drinking tonight, " she yelled, attempting to be heard over the music and gaiety.

"Just try it," he ordered, just as loud, a smirk playing at his lips.

"I've got a study group in the morning," she countered, quickly adding, "but it looks delicious!"

Sirius rolled his eyes and quickly tied his hair back to the nape of his neck, exposing a faint ruddy pink on the apples of his cheeks - it must have been hotter than hades inside the bar that night. He pressed himself up against the inside of the bar top and leaned across the wood to converse with the witch at a more comfortable volume.

"Just taste it, pet. I made it specially for the studious witch sitting alone at my bar," he laughed.

Too afraid of somehow offending the man now, Hermione raised the straw to her lips and soon felt the refreshing chill fill her mouth. She swallowed the sweet cherry flavor and laughed.

"You specially made me a Shirley Temple," she asked incredulously.

"I like to call it my morning study group special," he scoffed indignantly. Hermione chuckled, taking another sip of the sweet drink.

"How much do I owe you," she asked, fishing her wallet out of her purse. Sirius just held out a hand to stop her, shaking his head.

"You drink for free in here."

"Come on, Sirius. That's an awful business model; you'll never make a profit like that. "

He copied her earlier look of disbelief and cocked an eyebrow, casting a not-so-subtle look across the crowded pub.

"I don't think your morning study group special is really gonna upset my profit tonight, pet," he drawled. "Besides, Grenadine's a petty fraction of the cost of my good liquor. "

Hermione slurped down the rest of her drink, making the most embarrassing sound around the half-melted ice cubes at the bottom of the glass.

"Who am I to fight with the man of the hour," she asked with a grin.

"Usually the first in line."

[myst867]

[jabean-fanfiction]

Title: Don’t wake me just yet

Author: Jabean

Summary: Harry, feeling broken and betrayed, sides with the Dark Lord after the events of the Department of Mysteries and the death of his godfather, leading to troubled times in Britain. Hermione partners with the House of Black and travels back in time to July of 1976, to defeat Lord Voldemort during the First Wizarding War and prevent the one of the darkest families in Wizarding Britain from dying out, in order to save her childhood friend and the wizarding world at large.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black

Tags: Time Travel, Canon Divergence - Post-Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Pureblood Society (Harry Potter), Wizarding Politics (Harry Potter), Slytherin Hermione Granger, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First Wizarding War (Harry Potter), Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Misguided Albus Dumbledore, Sexual Content (Eventually).

Read on AO3 (Chapter Two)

Chapter Two Excerpt:

“This’ll be your bedroom,” Sirius muttered once they reached the third floor. He pushed open the door that was closest to the stairs and led the way inside. “You’re just below Regulus’ room,” he told Hermione once she and Regulus followed him inside. “My bedroom’s upstairs too, but it’s above the library which is just down the hall from here.”

Hermione took a moment to peer around the decent-sized room.

The walls were covered with the same green wallpaper that was out in the hallway, and the furniture was old – Victorian-age she believed – but the bedroom was fully furnished. On one side of the room there was a full-size bed with an ancient rosewood frame. The bedding was green and gold, and there had to be at least a dozen pillows piled at the head of the bed. On the far wall was a matching rosewood wardrobe and an old dressing shade that was folded up and leaning against the wardrobe. Along the wall nearest the door was an old desk and chair, with a spare quill and ink pot tucked away on the top right corner of the desk.

If she was remembering correctly, this had been Fred and George’s room during the summer before her fifth year, after Molly had conjured a bunch of beds for everyone to rest their heads.

“Thank you,” Hermione said, cautiously sinking down onto the bed. The mattress was so plush and luxurious that she almost wept. She unclipped her bum-bag from her hips and tugged it off, placing it next to her on the bed.

Hermione smiled tiredly at Sirius, who had his hands shoved into his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. He looked like he had about a million things that he wanted to ask her, but was forcing himself to keep his mouth shut for the time being.

Hermione didn’t think his restraint would last for much longer.

…

[saintsenara]

metas on ships

- in defence of amicable divorce - miscellaneous tomarrymort headcanons - thoughts on wolfstar from a non-wolfstar fan - unrequited prongsfoot is canon - why fandom needs to stop sleeping on dron - wow, luna is impossible to ship with anyone...

sirius black/severus snape

- could snack work as a couple in a world where james lives? - snape, sirius, childishness, and the werewolf prank - snack's sexual dynamics - miscellaneous snack headcanons

hermione granger/ron weasley

- romione are the best canon couple - no, ron and hermione wouldn't need couples therapy - the best romione moment in the series [now with part two and three!] - are jily and romione meant to be narrative parallels? - would i write romione as the main pairing of a fic?

lily evans/james potter

- james and lily were love at first sight

remus lupin/nymphadora tonks

- a remadora answer which will please nobody - lupin's idealisation of tonks during their relationship - lupin's relationship with his sexuality, in remadora and snupin

harry potter/ginny weasley

- hinny's best narrative parallel? bellamort - ronarry versus hinny

severus snape/nymphadora tonks

- the stonks manifesto - stonks and the euphoria of queerness

severus snape/lord voldemort

- time-travelling snapemort would be a disaster

on...

short-form looks at various ships...

bellamione | blackcest | cissamione | dorlene | dracomort | dramione | drarry | drinny | flintwood | georgemione | ginnymort | ginsy | golden triad | grindeldore | grindelmort | hansy | harmony | hinny | jegulus | jily | lilymort | lilypad | linny | lucimort | lunarry | luthur | mcprince | minipop | molcissa | mollytrix | moonflower | pansmione | pavender | perciver | petermort | pregulus | riddledore | ronarrymort | ronmort | ronsy | runa | siricissa | sirimione | siritrix | siritunia | sirry | tedoire | tomarrymort | tombraxas | wolfbucks | wormbucks

out of which snape has emerged as the fandom bike...

snacklebolt | snaco | snagonagall | snames | snamione | snarcissa | snarity | snarrymort | snegulus | snetunia | snily | snilypad | sniritunia | snockhart | snon | snucissa | snucius | snulciber | snumbledore | snumblemort | snuna | snupin

unhinged and deranged...

send me the wildest pairing - platonic or romantic - that you can think of and i'll answer it here...

[theschizotypalsolilquy]

I wish I could read this for the first time again.

Sirimione and Remione

Time-travel and found family.

This is one of the best fics I've ever read, hands down. Don't let the fact that it's Hermione and Sirius throw you off. I know people have a problem with the age gap, but it makes sense with the time travel.

It will be her and Remus first because Sirius is a little shit and needs to get his act together. There is a huge part of me that wanted her and Remus to end up together because they were perfect together. Alas, Hermione knows it's not meant to be since she knows who his mate is in the future.

One of my favorite Tonks and Draco. They are just perfection in this.

Hermione starts off as the rule-abiding, no cursing or drinking swot we know from the books. But once she time travels and lives her life, Mia Potter is born, and she's a terror. A force to be reckoned with.

[apk02]

I need anyone who loves Sirius and doesn't mind reading Sirius/Hermione to read this fic.

It's unashamedly long lol with 212 chapters and one more to go. BUT. The characterization of Sirius is so so on point that I fell in love with this fic so much. And generally the major problem I have with Sirimione is Sirius being just the funny goofy guy with Hermione being the all powerful super badass woman. But here, oh my god. They're both badass but they have flaws. They have so many flaws and Hermione is not Mary Sue. And Sirius is just so good. I could probably read so many more chapters of this and not get bored. If you love Sirius as much as I do, please give it a go.

I also love how the age difference and some very serious issues are addressed. But without that also, the characters are so fleshed out which make them just so real.