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re-posting this story as a get well to chasedestructo
I've edited and revised a LOT of this as well as adding a bigger dose of the tension topaz suggested and more smut to round the story out-- I also gave Hermione a lot more of a feeling of being in charge (I hope)
ETA: spelling fixed, some things added and edited according to Topaz's suggestion
Written for chasedestructo who's not so secret kink is Sirius/Hermione and maybe a side of Remus. I had to really dare myself to finish this the first time I wrote it out.
Title: Breakfast in Bed
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione/Remus
Rating: definite smut ahead--mature eyes only
Length: 4,400 words
Summary: Hermione's curiosity and sympathy gets her into a situation in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, that she never imagined but learns to enjoy very much.
Warnings: threesome, underage
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta: thanks to grrliz, topaz_eyes and eryn_
It was so quiet. People tiptoed around the kitchen at number twelve Grimmauld Place, speaking in hushed voices, as they do when someone is ill. But no one was ill, it was just the full moon.
Mrs. Weasley tipped over a full bowl of potatoes she had been peeling into the dishwater, as clumsy as Tonks on a good day. She tried to hide how her hands shook when she fished out each slippery tuber, rinsing them thoroughly before setting the knife to chopping. When she glanced up at the clock every quarter hour during a dinner of shepherds pie with the family group gathered at the big homey table downstairs, Sirius finally took pity.
"Molly, it's alright. Look, not only has Snape been here every day this week with the potion, but I myself locked the door--with a transfigured padlock. Here, I think we can call this medicinal tonight."
Sirius scraped his chair back, getting up to fish out a couple bottles of red wine from the rack in the sideboard. He popped the cork on them both and proceeded to pour a portion in everyone's goblet, earning himself a frown from Molly, and gleeful grins from the twins. Ron raised his eyebrows at his mother's apparent acquiescence. Ginny was pointedly given a flask of butterbeer instead.
Hermione raised her goblet to her lips, smelling the acidic fruit, and took an eager swallow. Her parents weren't keen on red wine, preferring white to go with the fish her mother usually served. She suspected it was also because red wine stained teeth, like coffee, which was another forbidden drink at home. The warmth of the alcohol nipped her mouth, and slid down to her belly, leaving a calm afterglow. She glanced over to see Molly sigh, smile ruefully at Sirius, and grip her husband's hand tightly.
After the dishes were cleared away, and charmed to washing in the sink, Hermione said goodnight to the Weasleys and slipped up to the room she shared with Ginny. As she stepped around to the corridor that led to the main staircase, she was surprised to see Sirius bolt up the stairs, two at a time. Odd.
The thought of Professor Lupin confined as werewolf upstairs didn't frighten her as much as she'd expected. It was one of the things that they had all been asked about by Sirius when Dumbledore and Mr. Weasley first led them to number twelve Grimmauld Place. Professor Lupin had been away for a few days on a mission of some sort at the time, but could probably guess what had been discussed behind his back.
Hermione took the stairs slowly, distracted by thoughts. How did the Wolfsbane affect the wolf's mind, and what were his thoughts like when he was safely out of the moon's influence, and if was there some improvement to the potion that she could look up in the library at Hogwarts? All through brushing her teeth and washing her face she found herself musing further about how Sirius took such good care of Professor Lupin. When she snuggled herself into bed, fluffing up the pillow just so, she found her thoughts drifting to the enthusiasm that Sirius showed for having her company in the musty old house. Not just her company of course, but he did seem to find a way to sit next to she and Harry at lunch sometimes, or how he had protected her from the doxies in the drawing room during one of the raids on the nests in the curtains. Her thoughts wandered next to the keen gaze that Professor Lupin had kept on her at dinner a few nights ago. She had been discussing the 5th year Book of Spells that they had just purchased for the upcoming term with Harry and Ron, and had glanced over to see him smile kindly at her.
She'd never really considered either of these adult men in that way before. She would be the first to admit that she'd had the slightest crush on Professor Lupin their third year, however she held Professor McGonagall in the same high regard. Did she want their attention? Oh yes. For once to be considered as more than the know-it-all bookworm, to be seen as attractive by a man mature enough to realize she was intelligent and a girl was something she yearned for. After the incredibly unsuccessful experiment with the stupid boy last term, she couldn't help but speculate about what an encounter would be like with either one of them.
**
She woke up to birds twittering loudly outside the window, and opened her eyes wide, the details of the dream she'd woken from flooding back. Something about showing up for Potions in only a white slip edged in lace, and Snape frowning down at her. Ugh!
The grey light of dawn showed Ginny sleeping, the quilt twisted around her thin torso, which only made her feel all the more wide awake. She pushed the blankets down, pulled on her bathrobe and quietly exited the bedroom. Proud of herself for managing to get downstairs with only a few steps creaking, she set about to make herself a pot of tea and toast. Sirius, being the son of Wizard nobility, had probably grown up with the expectation of top quality foods, and kept the pantry stocked with a very good Darjeeling. A tap of her wand had the kettle boiling. She sat down happily at the table with grounds steeping in an old brown teapot, and laid her head down on her arms, just for a minute...
**
A clatter and crash from the pantry startled her back in consciousness.
"Ooops, didn't mean to wake you," said a tall figure swathed in a frayed black robe, who seemed to be rummaging through the pantry shelves.
Hermione blinked at the figure as he bent to pick up the broken pieces of pottery off the floor. As he turned to set the shards on the table, she shook herself awake, "Sirius?"
"Eh, who else would it be? Reparo" he said, tapping the cup to make sure of the binding. "Damn clumsy fingers, probably the fourth time I've dropped that particular one," he mumbled to himself, before raising his head to look at her. "Hermione, why're you up so early?"
"Bad dreams about... just restless I guess," she replied, before wondering why she was confessing all this to Sirius.
"You and Remus both," Sirius yawned and rubbed at his eyes.
"Er, as long as you're awake, care to help me up with the breakfast tray? I usually bring it up for Remus mornings after, when he's so fagged out from the transformation." Sirius smiled awkwardly, picking up a tray with porridge, milk and two cups.
"Oh, is he alright?" Hermione scooted her chair away from the table, picked up the tray with the large white teapot, that Sirius had apparently set to steeping with tea, and followed him up the stairs.
"Mostly, some moons are worse than others," Sirius whispered as they climbed the stairs, "the wolf was especially restless last night, which is hard to deal with when one is locked in a small bedroom."
Hermione frowned strongly, but gamely crossed the landing towards said small bedroom.
Sirius stopped, setting his tray down on the floor next to the locked door, "He should be awake and human by now." Tapping the door with his wand, Sirius twisted the knob and opened the door cautiously, "Remus?"
Behind Sirius' broad shoulder, Hermione caught a glimpse of a skinny man's torso lurch towards the other side of the room, and then a retching sound.
Sirius looked back at her, his mouth twisted in a grimace of embarrassment and beckoned her to follow him into the room. The adjoining bathroom door was closed, to Hermione's immense relief. Sirius gestured towards the small round table on the far side of the room, next to the curtained window, and unloaded the bowl of porridge, pitcher of milk, spoons, and cups.
"Uhm, you may as well have some tea, Remus can use my cup when he's done, er, in there." Sirius fidgeted with the pot for an awkward minute, pouring out two cups and adding a splash of milk to each, when Hermione nodded assent.
The sound of a toilet flushing and the shower being turned on elicited a sigh of relief from Sirius. He sat down to serve himself a portion of the porridge, offering her the serving spoon when he was done. Mid-spoonful a HUGE crash followed by a hoarse voiced woman shouting abuse echoed from downstairs.
"Damn, damn and damn!" Sirius beat the air in frustration. At Hermione's wide-eyed look, he explained, "Tonks is here early to take all the Weasleys to Diagon Alley for the weekly shopping, and whatnot. One of these days, I'm going to..." he trailed off, looking sheepishly over at the bathroom door.
"Look, could you stay to make sure that Remus gets some tea at least, I--" he broke off as another loud bang set the woman's voice to raving again.
Hermione nodded helplessly as Sirius jumped up and flew out the door, closing it behind him with a bang. The room seemed very quiet all of a sudden. She took a scalding gulp of tea to fill in the silence, looking around the room. Dark wood, wardrobe, dresser, large bed with mussed up plain white sheets, topped by a red quilted cover. She realized that the room was so quiet as the sound of the shower had stopped a few minutes ago, and looked nervously over to the door as it opened.
A tall lanky man wrapped in a white towel from the waist down emerged, met Hermione's eyes with disbelief, and wavered for a minute before letting himself fall onto the bed, wrapping himself up tightly in the blankets. Hermione held herself very still, not quite daring to breath, wondering if she should just pour a fresh cup of hot tea and leave it by the bedside table, or just exit the room directly. Making up her mind, she stood up and stepped carefully towards the door.
"Hermione, it's alright, please stay for just a minute. Where'd Sirius go?" Remus said shakily, followed by the clack of teeth chattering.
She paused to consider his request. On one hand it was gratifying that he asked for her company, on the other she was all alone with her former professor whom she'd just seen in only his towel, with red welts from recent scratches standing up and visible on his upper body. Sympathy for the man welled up at the memory of that sight and won out over her uncertainty about the situation.
"Tonks and the Weasleys upset Sirius' mum's painting. Professor Lupin, are you cold? Do you want more blankets?" From the vantage point of the door she could now see he was curled into a tight ball under the quilt.
"Oh, of course. I'm sorry to bother you. Blankets? Not sure more would help, it's a physical reaction to the transformation more than anything." The mound of blankets shivered violently belying his assertion.
Hermione gathered up her common sense, and decided that this was no time to treat the man in the bed opposite her as her self sufficient professor. He was obviously unwell, and too sick or too stubborn to ask for proper treatment. She opened the door to the wardrobe, found a thick fuzzy knitted wool afghan to lay atop the bed. Refilling a cup with hot tea, she sat down on the bed next to Professor Lupin, just Mr. Lupin, she corrected herself, and helped him to sit up and drink it.
He gave her such a look of gratitude and embarrassment, teeth still chattering, that she had the odd urge to touch his hair and kiss his cheek in return.
"What can I do to help you feel better? Is this a normal reaction to the full moon?" she asked him, with a frown of concern.
She set the tea cup down on the beside table, and waited for an answer, as the man beside her stared up at her.
"Mostly normal, er, we, uh, I mean, Sirius usually rubs my back until I fall asleep," he mumbled quickly, "It's the warmth of another human that really seems to do the trick."
"Oh," Hermione thought for a minute, surprised that he was being so open with her. She could still hear muffled shouts from downstairs, and doors slamming, so assumed that Sirius was very much in the middle of dealing with his mum. It would be very irresponsible not to help someone who obviously felt so ill and only craved company. She sat down on the bed, running her fingers through his hair as she had itched to do earlier. A murmur of pleasure nudged her into considering what else she could do to earn such a sweet response from him. She threw her normal sense of propriety to the winds, drew off her bathrobe, and crawled under the covers in just her pajamas.
Tentatively, she started to massage his scalp, and then his shoulders, looking around the room, slightly confused by the warmth this contact brought to her cheeks. He seemed to relax under her touch, his shivers less violent, and farther apart. Gradually, she drew her hand down to his neck and shoulders, kneading the tense tendons and muscles. He murmured thanks and unconsciously seemed to snuggle down into the blankets, closer to her. That was very nice, she felt oddly shivery herself now. It made her scoot her leg closer to his backside.
"Mmm...," she continued working her hands down his back, which seemed very warm and smooth despite the remnants of surface scars and recently scratched skin. Appreciating the turn of his spine, the muscles of his shoulders as he lay splayed against her thigh, she dug her fingers into his lower back, and edged the towel down his hips.
The towel was still wet, so could only be making him cold. It had to come off. As she pulled it off his body, and twisted to drop it on the floor, he rolled over and pulled her towards him gently. "Mmmft?" he mumbled, his eyes still closed, and lay his head up against her belly. She smiled at the childish reaction, of this grown man clinging to her for comfort. It was very sweet and comfortable to lie like this for some time, idly stroking his head. How funny, it seemed perfectly normal to have this man nuzzling her midriff.
She reflected on her thoughts from last night, wondering about what it would be like to be touched by someone who understood how women's bodies worked. It was such a delight to have such intimate attention from a man she'd once been a student of. Their positions were reversed somehow by her action of giving him care. She decided she liked that feeling very much, and took the initiative from him, pulling up her pajama top. He followed her lead and started to kiss and nibble her breasts. She squirmed with the sensation of his warm mouth on her cold nipples, like a hot tea melting one's insides after coming in from playing in the snow. Oh, that was very nice indeed, and please keep doing that, and yes please, the other one. She pushed against him, feeling all tingly and warm herself now.
**
It was like having a bucket of cold water poured down her back, when the door knob turned, and she turned her head to see Sirius step ever so quietly back into the room, close the door, and stare, open mouthed, at what he saw. "I.." she started to try to explain, but he only shook his head, lifting a finger to his lips.
"Shh... everyone's gone, finally. Damn wizard paintings," Sirius whispered.
Hermione suddenly lost her self confidence at the intrusion of the other figure of her fantasies of last night and hid her head under the top sheet in sheer embarrassment, gritting her teeth. She stared down at Remus who seemed to have fallen asleep again against her midriff. She listened to the soft clink of pottery and porcelain and then felt a weight settle down on the mattress next to her.
"Uhm, Hermione, it's alright. I'm very grateful for your help, I uh, owe you a considerable favor, er, anything you want, besides you know, taking your transfiguration O.W.L.s for you, the only one I can promise I'm still up on, I mean, I did quite well on my O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S, mostly thanks to the competition with James, he was always the bright star in our year, but that was a long time ago, and not like I've had the opportunity for much scholarly research since then, besides now, being back in my old house I mean, and there's not much else I can offer, not being allowed to leave the premises."
She stuck her head out of the sheets, finally daring herself to face the situation. He hadn't seemed shocked to find her tucked in with Remus. She had no desire to go back to her cold empty room; no desire to leave this warm safe nest of blankets. It gave her an idea.
"Sirius? You could just rub my neck, I think Remus fell asleep. I don't want to wake him, he looked so ill earlier, and uhm, it would be nice. No one ever offers to rub my neck."
Turning her head into the pillow, she reflected that she must be out of her mind. Between waking so early, falling asleep and then being thrust into such an uncertain situation, she was enjoying shocking herself further. It was a dare to her everyday sensible self to see how far this could go. The whole situation was rather dreamlike, except the sensations were real and very pleasurable. A light ting of a porcelain cup being set down sounded followed by the thunk of shoes dropping onto the wooden floorboards, the rustle of clothes being pulled off and then the whisper of the sheets being pulled over another body's weight sinking into the mattress next to her.
She held herself very still, not looking back, appreciating the anticipation. A warm calloused hand gently pushed her hair off the pillow, and began to knead her neck with a sure touch. It was as though he knew exactly where the tension was stored, that knot behind her right shoulder blade from where she tensed her quill hand. She lost track of time for a while, concentrating on the push and pull of strong male hands on her back and arms. Tension she never knew she had was massaged out of her hips and buttocks by relentless kneading and stroking. Feeling Sirius smooth his hands down her lower back caused her to arch back unconsciously into something hot and stiff.
"Ooof," yelped Sirius, scooting back quickly. Remus raised his head, eyes blearily and confused, his arm still draped over Hermione's waist.
"Sorry, uh, I had to take off my clothes, they were covered in dirt, and this is so - wonderfully arousing," Sirius stammered.
Hermione bit her lip, not quite sure what she wanted to do. Remus squinted, and then lifted his hand to touch her cheek tenderly. "No, it's my apology that's due. I wasn't entirely myself this morning, I shouldn't have taken advantage of your kindness earlier, it was too tempting to ask for your very human warmth after a night as the..." he hesitated, looking pointedly at Sirius. "Pads, let her up."
"No, wait," she said, surprising herself once more. "Profe, Remus, it was my own decision to climb in with you, I'm old enough to know what I want," she remonstrated to herself more than to him. If I didn't want to be here, I would have just gone downstairs to fetch Sirius at once." She frowned,"I'm tired of being seen as the bookish girl 'who's heart is as dry as the books to which I so cleave'," she winced, "and maybe I'm not so unexperienced with boys. Maybe I want you to teach me about what it can be like with you. Give me the credit of knowing my own mind. When the mice are away, the cats can play?"
Remus made as if to open his mouth, but nodded instead, a smile crinkling his eyes. Sirius sat up, passing a hand over his mouth, and raised his eyebrows wonderingly at her. Remus rolled over to reach his wand, and raising a warning finger for quiet, spoke a charm over her belly. At her questioning look he nodded, "It works like some Muggle methods, changing the pH so as to be unsuitable for, you know, to survive. Useful charm to know eh. No worries, if you let us take such advantage of you, you can trust us to watch out for you as well."
She grinned and tossed her head back onto the pillow, feeling much more confident now. So confident in fact, that she wriggled out of her pajama top and tugged off the bottoms, pushing them down to the end of the bed with her toes. She smiled down at Remus's inscrutable expression, putting a hand to the back of his head and encouraging him to resume what he had started earlier, and pushed back up against Sirius.
Her demands triggered a muffled sound of surprise from Remus, and another yelp from Sirius as he grasped her hip in reaction. Remus' mustache ticked her breasts and made her laugh out loud, eliciting a bark of laughter from behind her as Sirius kissed her neck and bit gently into her shoulder and snuggled close against her bare backside. Someone was tickling her ribs, and she felt a hot hand slide across her hips, cupping Remus' bottom against her, and a happy sigh in her ear. She pushed back insistently against both of the warm bodies, fighting for more sensation. Sirius granted it, stroking his hand along the backs of her thighs and slipping a finger into her wetness, teasing and tantalizing with slow firm strokes until she squealed out loud. He panted into her ear, "Is this what you meant?" She laughed in delight, reached back to pull him closer and gasped as Sirius' cock slipped inside her.
"Aaah, sorry," he squirmed, trying to be still. She only pushed back again in answer, and grinned as he eagerly responded. It was so surprising to find this to be a comfortable feeling of fullness, so unlike her other ill-fated attempt at this act, very late one night in the Hogwarts library. Laughter burst out of her again at the impossibility of having these two men ministering generously to her every request. She squirmed with the surplus of sensitivity, it was too much, and not enough. Her hand sought out something to anchor herself to, and brushed across Remus' hot stiffness, as he scooted himself up to kiss her lips, and to lean across her to give Sirius as kiss. It didn't surprise her exactly, just made her feel more lucky to be part of this daring experience.
She gasped again as Sirius thrust fully into her. Remus settled back down to nuzzle and nibble at her breasts, reaching down further to stroke her at the same time. The confluence of stimulation from before and behind and inside overwhelmed her cognitive ability, finally allowing her to give up control to the dark sweetness of sensation.
It really was too much, too far. As Sirius thrust again and Remus bit down hard on her nipple she cried out, quivering as her orgasm took her over. After a couple of breaths to orient herself to this new feeling of deep seated well-being, she opened her eyes and turned her head back to see Sirius' looking pleased, glowing with male smugness in having succeeded so well in giving her such pleasure. He kissed her mouth gently at first and then more desperately as he thrust back into her strongly again and again until he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, and panted against her neck. The full force of his last actions were surprisingly fierce. She was rather relieved when he pulled back cautiously and collapsed next to her. Remus sighed, smoothing her hair back, and pulled her head onto his shoulder tenderly.
**
Drifting up out of the blackness of sleep, Hermione opened her eyes, wondering why she'd slept so late, flinging a hand over, and hitting the solid bulk of a human male body. Her cheeks flushed as she sat up. She blushed with the return of memory, of why she was naked between two sleeping men so different from each other, one pale and sandy haired, the other comfortingly muscled with disheveled dark hair. Sirius peered up at her, then at the clock, and tugged her back down against him, murmuring that no one would be home until dinner, they could talk later, and promptly started snoring lightly.
She smothered a giggle, sobering herself with the caution that under no circumstances could she look at them any differently at dinner time or any other time. Not a hint of impropriety in front of the Weasleys. She got more than enough teasing from Ron, and was absolutely dead certain that she wouldn't want Harry to associate his godfather with her in this context. It would be terribly awkward to have to school her thoughts and facial expression when all she felt like doing was glowing with smug satisfaction at the very positive experience that had transpired earlier in this bed. She was assured of the discretion of both of these men, of course, but what a big secret to keep all to herself.
She was then aware of Remus regarding her with a combination of what appeared to be admiration and predatory lust. She squeaked in protest as he suddenly rolled over and pulled her atop his lean body.
"What would you say to taking a bath to wash up and all that while yon sleeping dog takes his well deserved beauty sleep?" Remus whispered into her ear, a naughty expression in his eyes. She muffled a squeak, hardly daring to imagine what a bath could mean after what breakfast had turned into.
I've edited and revised a LOT of this as well as adding a bigger dose of the tension topaz suggested and more smut to round the story out-- I also gave Hermione a lot more of a feeling of being in charge (I hope)
ETA: spelling fixed, some things added and edited according to Topaz's suggestion
Written for chasedestructo who's not so secret kink is Sirius/Hermione and maybe a side of Remus. I had to really dare myself to finish this the first time I wrote it out.
Title: Breakfast in Bed
Pairing: Sirius/Hermione/Remus
Rating: definite smut ahead--mature eyes only
Length: 4,400 words
Summary: Hermione's curiosity and sympathy gets her into a situation in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, that she never imagined but learns to enjoy very much.
Warnings: threesome, underage
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta: thanks to grrliz, topaz_eyes and eryn_
It was so quiet. People tiptoed around the kitchen at number twelve Grimmauld Place, speaking in hushed voices, as they do when someone is ill. But no one was ill, it was just the full moon.
Mrs. Weasley tipped over a full bowl of potatoes she had been peeling into the dishwater, as clumsy as Tonks on a good day. She tried to hide how her hands shook when she fished out each slippery tuber, rinsing them thoroughly before setting the knife to chopping. When she glanced up at the clock every quarter hour during a dinner of shepherds pie with the family group gathered at the big homey table downstairs, Sirius finally took pity.
"Molly, it's alright. Look, not only has Snape been here every day this week with the potion, but I myself locked the door--with a transfigured padlock. Here, I think we can call this medicinal tonight."
Sirius scraped his chair back, getting up to fish out a couple bottles of red wine from the rack in the sideboard. He popped the cork on them both and proceeded to pour a portion in everyone's goblet, earning himself a frown from Molly, and gleeful grins from the twins. Ron raised his eyebrows at his mother's apparent acquiescence. Ginny was pointedly given a flask of butterbeer instead.
Hermione raised her goblet to her lips, smelling the acidic fruit, and took an eager swallow. Her parents weren't keen on red wine, preferring white to go with the fish her mother usually served. She suspected it was also because red wine stained teeth, like coffee, which was another forbidden drink at home. The warmth of the alcohol nipped her mouth, and slid down to her belly, leaving a calm afterglow. She glanced over to see Molly sigh, smile ruefully at Sirius, and grip her husband's hand tightly.
After the dishes were cleared away, and charmed to washing in the sink, Hermione said goodnight to the Weasleys and slipped up to the room she shared with Ginny. As she stepped around to the corridor that led to the main staircase, she was surprised to see Sirius bolt up the stairs, two at a time. Odd.
The thought of Professor Lupin confined as werewolf upstairs didn't frighten her as much as she'd expected. It was one of the things that they had all been asked about by Sirius when Dumbledore and Mr. Weasley first led them to number twelve Grimmauld Place. Professor Lupin had been away for a few days on a mission of some sort at the time, but could probably guess what had been discussed behind his back.
Hermione took the stairs slowly, distracted by thoughts. How did the Wolfsbane affect the wolf's mind, and what were his thoughts like when he was safely out of the moon's influence, and if was there some improvement to the potion that she could look up in the library at Hogwarts? All through brushing her teeth and washing her face she found herself musing further about how Sirius took such good care of Professor Lupin. When she snuggled herself into bed, fluffing up the pillow just so, she found her thoughts drifting to the enthusiasm that Sirius showed for having her company in the musty old house. Not just her company of course, but he did seem to find a way to sit next to she and Harry at lunch sometimes, or how he had protected her from the doxies in the drawing room during one of the raids on the nests in the curtains. Her thoughts wandered next to the keen gaze that Professor Lupin had kept on her at dinner a few nights ago. She had been discussing the 5th year Book of Spells that they had just purchased for the upcoming term with Harry and Ron, and had glanced over to see him smile kindly at her.
She'd never really considered either of these adult men in that way before. She would be the first to admit that she'd had the slightest crush on Professor Lupin their third year, however she held Professor McGonagall in the same high regard. Did she want their attention? Oh yes. For once to be considered as more than the know-it-all bookworm, to be seen as attractive by a man mature enough to realize she was intelligent and a girl was something she yearned for. After the incredibly unsuccessful experiment with the stupid boy last term, she couldn't help but speculate about what an encounter would be like with either one of them.
**
She woke up to birds twittering loudly outside the window, and opened her eyes wide, the details of the dream she'd woken from flooding back. Something about showing up for Potions in only a white slip edged in lace, and Snape frowning down at her. Ugh!
The grey light of dawn showed Ginny sleeping, the quilt twisted around her thin torso, which only made her feel all the more wide awake. She pushed the blankets down, pulled on her bathrobe and quietly exited the bedroom. Proud of herself for managing to get downstairs with only a few steps creaking, she set about to make herself a pot of tea and toast. Sirius, being the son of Wizard nobility, had probably grown up with the expectation of top quality foods, and kept the pantry stocked with a very good Darjeeling. A tap of her wand had the kettle boiling. She sat down happily at the table with grounds steeping in an old brown teapot, and laid her head down on her arms, just for a minute...
**
A clatter and crash from the pantry startled her back in consciousness.
"Ooops, didn't mean to wake you," said a tall figure swathed in a frayed black robe, who seemed to be rummaging through the pantry shelves.
Hermione blinked at the figure as he bent to pick up the broken pieces of pottery off the floor. As he turned to set the shards on the table, she shook herself awake, "Sirius?"
"Eh, who else would it be? Reparo" he said, tapping the cup to make sure of the binding. "Damn clumsy fingers, probably the fourth time I've dropped that particular one," he mumbled to himself, before raising his head to look at her. "Hermione, why're you up so early?"
"Bad dreams about... just restless I guess," she replied, before wondering why she was confessing all this to Sirius.
"You and Remus both," Sirius yawned and rubbed at his eyes.
"Er, as long as you're awake, care to help me up with the breakfast tray? I usually bring it up for Remus mornings after, when he's so fagged out from the transformation." Sirius smiled awkwardly, picking up a tray with porridge, milk and two cups.
"Oh, is he alright?" Hermione scooted her chair away from the table, picked up the tray with the large white teapot, that Sirius had apparently set to steeping with tea, and followed him up the stairs.
"Mostly, some moons are worse than others," Sirius whispered as they climbed the stairs, "the wolf was especially restless last night, which is hard to deal with when one is locked in a small bedroom."
Hermione frowned strongly, but gamely crossed the landing towards said small bedroom.
Sirius stopped, setting his tray down on the floor next to the locked door, "He should be awake and human by now." Tapping the door with his wand, Sirius twisted the knob and opened the door cautiously, "Remus?"
Behind Sirius' broad shoulder, Hermione caught a glimpse of a skinny man's torso lurch towards the other side of the room, and then a retching sound.
Sirius looked back at her, his mouth twisted in a grimace of embarrassment and beckoned her to follow him into the room. The adjoining bathroom door was closed, to Hermione's immense relief. Sirius gestured towards the small round table on the far side of the room, next to the curtained window, and unloaded the bowl of porridge, pitcher of milk, spoons, and cups.
"Uhm, you may as well have some tea, Remus can use my cup when he's done, er, in there." Sirius fidgeted with the pot for an awkward minute, pouring out two cups and adding a splash of milk to each, when Hermione nodded assent.
The sound of a toilet flushing and the shower being turned on elicited a sigh of relief from Sirius. He sat down to serve himself a portion of the porridge, offering her the serving spoon when he was done. Mid-spoonful a HUGE crash followed by a hoarse voiced woman shouting abuse echoed from downstairs.
"Damn, damn and damn!" Sirius beat the air in frustration. At Hermione's wide-eyed look, he explained, "Tonks is here early to take all the Weasleys to Diagon Alley for the weekly shopping, and whatnot. One of these days, I'm going to..." he trailed off, looking sheepishly over at the bathroom door.
"Look, could you stay to make sure that Remus gets some tea at least, I--" he broke off as another loud bang set the woman's voice to raving again.
Hermione nodded helplessly as Sirius jumped up and flew out the door, closing it behind him with a bang. The room seemed very quiet all of a sudden. She took a scalding gulp of tea to fill in the silence, looking around the room. Dark wood, wardrobe, dresser, large bed with mussed up plain white sheets, topped by a red quilted cover. She realized that the room was so quiet as the sound of the shower had stopped a few minutes ago, and looked nervously over to the door as it opened.
A tall lanky man wrapped in a white towel from the waist down emerged, met Hermione's eyes with disbelief, and wavered for a minute before letting himself fall onto the bed, wrapping himself up tightly in the blankets. Hermione held herself very still, not quite daring to breath, wondering if she should just pour a fresh cup of hot tea and leave it by the bedside table, or just exit the room directly. Making up her mind, she stood up and stepped carefully towards the door.
"Hermione, it's alright, please stay for just a minute. Where'd Sirius go?" Remus said shakily, followed by the clack of teeth chattering.
She paused to consider his request. On one hand it was gratifying that he asked for her company, on the other she was all alone with her former professor whom she'd just seen in only his towel, with red welts from recent scratches standing up and visible on his upper body. Sympathy for the man welled up at the memory of that sight and won out over her uncertainty about the situation.
"Tonks and the Weasleys upset Sirius' mum's painting. Professor Lupin, are you cold? Do you want more blankets?" From the vantage point of the door she could now see he was curled into a tight ball under the quilt.
"Oh, of course. I'm sorry to bother you. Blankets? Not sure more would help, it's a physical reaction to the transformation more than anything." The mound of blankets shivered violently belying his assertion.
Hermione gathered up her common sense, and decided that this was no time to treat the man in the bed opposite her as her self sufficient professor. He was obviously unwell, and too sick or too stubborn to ask for proper treatment. She opened the door to the wardrobe, found a thick fuzzy knitted wool afghan to lay atop the bed. Refilling a cup with hot tea, she sat down on the bed next to Professor Lupin, just Mr. Lupin, she corrected herself, and helped him to sit up and drink it.
He gave her such a look of gratitude and embarrassment, teeth still chattering, that she had the odd urge to touch his hair and kiss his cheek in return.
"What can I do to help you feel better? Is this a normal reaction to the full moon?" she asked him, with a frown of concern.
She set the tea cup down on the beside table, and waited for an answer, as the man beside her stared up at her.
"Mostly normal, er, we, uh, I mean, Sirius usually rubs my back until I fall asleep," he mumbled quickly, "It's the warmth of another human that really seems to do the trick."
"Oh," Hermione thought for a minute, surprised that he was being so open with her. She could still hear muffled shouts from downstairs, and doors slamming, so assumed that Sirius was very much in the middle of dealing with his mum. It would be very irresponsible not to help someone who obviously felt so ill and only craved company. She sat down on the bed, running her fingers through his hair as she had itched to do earlier. A murmur of pleasure nudged her into considering what else she could do to earn such a sweet response from him. She threw her normal sense of propriety to the winds, drew off her bathrobe, and crawled under the covers in just her pajamas.
Tentatively, she started to massage his scalp, and then his shoulders, looking around the room, slightly confused by the warmth this contact brought to her cheeks. He seemed to relax under her touch, his shivers less violent, and farther apart. Gradually, she drew her hand down to his neck and shoulders, kneading the tense tendons and muscles. He murmured thanks and unconsciously seemed to snuggle down into the blankets, closer to her. That was very nice, she felt oddly shivery herself now. It made her scoot her leg closer to his backside.
"Mmm...," she continued working her hands down his back, which seemed very warm and smooth despite the remnants of surface scars and recently scratched skin. Appreciating the turn of his spine, the muscles of his shoulders as he lay splayed against her thigh, she dug her fingers into his lower back, and edged the towel down his hips.
The towel was still wet, so could only be making him cold. It had to come off. As she pulled it off his body, and twisted to drop it on the floor, he rolled over and pulled her towards him gently. "Mmmft?" he mumbled, his eyes still closed, and lay his head up against her belly. She smiled at the childish reaction, of this grown man clinging to her for comfort. It was very sweet and comfortable to lie like this for some time, idly stroking his head. How funny, it seemed perfectly normal to have this man nuzzling her midriff.
She reflected on her thoughts from last night, wondering about what it would be like to be touched by someone who understood how women's bodies worked. It was such a delight to have such intimate attention from a man she'd once been a student of. Their positions were reversed somehow by her action of giving him care. She decided she liked that feeling very much, and took the initiative from him, pulling up her pajama top. He followed her lead and started to kiss and nibble her breasts. She squirmed with the sensation of his warm mouth on her cold nipples, like a hot tea melting one's insides after coming in from playing in the snow. Oh, that was very nice indeed, and please keep doing that, and yes please, the other one. She pushed against him, feeling all tingly and warm herself now.
**
It was like having a bucket of cold water poured down her back, when the door knob turned, and she turned her head to see Sirius step ever so quietly back into the room, close the door, and stare, open mouthed, at what he saw. "I.." she started to try to explain, but he only shook his head, lifting a finger to his lips.
"Shh... everyone's gone, finally. Damn wizard paintings," Sirius whispered.
Hermione suddenly lost her self confidence at the intrusion of the other figure of her fantasies of last night and hid her head under the top sheet in sheer embarrassment, gritting her teeth. She stared down at Remus who seemed to have fallen asleep again against her midriff. She listened to the soft clink of pottery and porcelain and then felt a weight settle down on the mattress next to her.
"Uhm, Hermione, it's alright. I'm very grateful for your help, I uh, owe you a considerable favor, er, anything you want, besides you know, taking your transfiguration O.W.L.s for you, the only one I can promise I'm still up on, I mean, I did quite well on my O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S, mostly thanks to the competition with James, he was always the bright star in our year, but that was a long time ago, and not like I've had the opportunity for much scholarly research since then, besides now, being back in my old house I mean, and there's not much else I can offer, not being allowed to leave the premises."
She stuck her head out of the sheets, finally daring herself to face the situation. He hadn't seemed shocked to find her tucked in with Remus. She had no desire to go back to her cold empty room; no desire to leave this warm safe nest of blankets. It gave her an idea.
"Sirius? You could just rub my neck, I think Remus fell asleep. I don't want to wake him, he looked so ill earlier, and uhm, it would be nice. No one ever offers to rub my neck."
Turning her head into the pillow, she reflected that she must be out of her mind. Between waking so early, falling asleep and then being thrust into such an uncertain situation, she was enjoying shocking herself further. It was a dare to her everyday sensible self to see how far this could go. The whole situation was rather dreamlike, except the sensations were real and very pleasurable. A light ting of a porcelain cup being set down sounded followed by the thunk of shoes dropping onto the wooden floorboards, the rustle of clothes being pulled off and then the whisper of the sheets being pulled over another body's weight sinking into the mattress next to her.
She held herself very still, not looking back, appreciating the anticipation. A warm calloused hand gently pushed her hair off the pillow, and began to knead her neck with a sure touch. It was as though he knew exactly where the tension was stored, that knot behind her right shoulder blade from where she tensed her quill hand. She lost track of time for a while, concentrating on the push and pull of strong male hands on her back and arms. Tension she never knew she had was massaged out of her hips and buttocks by relentless kneading and stroking. Feeling Sirius smooth his hands down her lower back caused her to arch back unconsciously into something hot and stiff.
"Ooof," yelped Sirius, scooting back quickly. Remus raised his head, eyes blearily and confused, his arm still draped over Hermione's waist.
"Sorry, uh, I had to take off my clothes, they were covered in dirt, and this is so - wonderfully arousing," Sirius stammered.
Hermione bit her lip, not quite sure what she wanted to do. Remus squinted, and then lifted his hand to touch her cheek tenderly. "No, it's my apology that's due. I wasn't entirely myself this morning, I shouldn't have taken advantage of your kindness earlier, it was too tempting to ask for your very human warmth after a night as the..." he hesitated, looking pointedly at Sirius. "Pads, let her up."
"No, wait," she said, surprising herself once more. "Profe, Remus, it was my own decision to climb in with you, I'm old enough to know what I want," she remonstrated to herself more than to him. If I didn't want to be here, I would have just gone downstairs to fetch Sirius at once." She frowned,"I'm tired of being seen as the bookish girl 'who's heart is as dry as the books to which I so cleave'," she winced, "and maybe I'm not so unexperienced with boys. Maybe I want you to teach me about what it can be like with you. Give me the credit of knowing my own mind. When the mice are away, the cats can play?"
Remus made as if to open his mouth, but nodded instead, a smile crinkling his eyes. Sirius sat up, passing a hand over his mouth, and raised his eyebrows wonderingly at her. Remus rolled over to reach his wand, and raising a warning finger for quiet, spoke a charm over her belly. At her questioning look he nodded, "It works like some Muggle methods, changing the pH so as to be unsuitable for, you know, to survive. Useful charm to know eh. No worries, if you let us take such advantage of you, you can trust us to watch out for you as well."
She grinned and tossed her head back onto the pillow, feeling much more confident now. So confident in fact, that she wriggled out of her pajama top and tugged off the bottoms, pushing them down to the end of the bed with her toes. She smiled down at Remus's inscrutable expression, putting a hand to the back of his head and encouraging him to resume what he had started earlier, and pushed back up against Sirius.
Her demands triggered a muffled sound of surprise from Remus, and another yelp from Sirius as he grasped her hip in reaction. Remus' mustache ticked her breasts and made her laugh out loud, eliciting a bark of laughter from behind her as Sirius kissed her neck and bit gently into her shoulder and snuggled close against her bare backside. Someone was tickling her ribs, and she felt a hot hand slide across her hips, cupping Remus' bottom against her, and a happy sigh in her ear. She pushed back insistently against both of the warm bodies, fighting for more sensation. Sirius granted it, stroking his hand along the backs of her thighs and slipping a finger into her wetness, teasing and tantalizing with slow firm strokes until she squealed out loud. He panted into her ear, "Is this what you meant?" She laughed in delight, reached back to pull him closer and gasped as Sirius' cock slipped inside her.
"Aaah, sorry," he squirmed, trying to be still. She only pushed back again in answer, and grinned as he eagerly responded. It was so surprising to find this to be a comfortable feeling of fullness, so unlike her other ill-fated attempt at this act, very late one night in the Hogwarts library. Laughter burst out of her again at the impossibility of having these two men ministering generously to her every request. She squirmed with the surplus of sensitivity, it was too much, and not enough. Her hand sought out something to anchor herself to, and brushed across Remus' hot stiffness, as he scooted himself up to kiss her lips, and to lean across her to give Sirius as kiss. It didn't surprise her exactly, just made her feel more lucky to be part of this daring experience.
She gasped again as Sirius thrust fully into her. Remus settled back down to nuzzle and nibble at her breasts, reaching down further to stroke her at the same time. The confluence of stimulation from before and behind and inside overwhelmed her cognitive ability, finally allowing her to give up control to the dark sweetness of sensation.
It really was too much, too far. As Sirius thrust again and Remus bit down hard on her nipple she cried out, quivering as her orgasm took her over. After a couple of breaths to orient herself to this new feeling of deep seated well-being, she opened her eyes and turned her head back to see Sirius' looking pleased, glowing with male smugness in having succeeded so well in giving her such pleasure. He kissed her mouth gently at first and then more desperately as he thrust back into her strongly again and again until he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, and panted against her neck. The full force of his last actions were surprisingly fierce. She was rather relieved when he pulled back cautiously and collapsed next to her. Remus sighed, smoothing her hair back, and pulled her head onto his shoulder tenderly.
**
Drifting up out of the blackness of sleep, Hermione opened her eyes, wondering why she'd slept so late, flinging a hand over, and hitting the solid bulk of a human male body. Her cheeks flushed as she sat up. She blushed with the return of memory, of why she was naked between two sleeping men so different from each other, one pale and sandy haired, the other comfortingly muscled with disheveled dark hair. Sirius peered up at her, then at the clock, and tugged her back down against him, murmuring that no one would be home until dinner, they could talk later, and promptly started snoring lightly.
She smothered a giggle, sobering herself with the caution that under no circumstances could she look at them any differently at dinner time or any other time. Not a hint of impropriety in front of the Weasleys. She got more than enough teasing from Ron, and was absolutely dead certain that she wouldn't want Harry to associate his godfather with her in this context. It would be terribly awkward to have to school her thoughts and facial expression when all she felt like doing was glowing with smug satisfaction at the very positive experience that had transpired earlier in this bed. She was assured of the discretion of both of these men, of course, but what a big secret to keep all to herself.
She was then aware of Remus regarding her with a combination of what appeared to be admiration and predatory lust. She squeaked in protest as he suddenly rolled over and pulled her atop his lean body.
"What would you say to taking a bath to wash up and all that while yon sleeping dog takes his well deserved beauty sleep?" Remus whispered into her ear, a naughty expression in his eyes. She muffled a squeak, hardly daring to imagine what a bath could mean after what breakfast had turned into.