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Hermione was tired, she’d been cleaning and sorting rooms in Grimmauld place all day. Ron, Harry, and Remus had been helping her earlier, but had all been pulled away for various tasks. Remus had gone to help rid a wardrobe of a boggart, and Harry had gone off with Sirius to talk about the visions he’d been having. She’s eventually sent Ron to check on Harry so she could clean in peace away from his whining. In the two hours since he’d been gone, she’d just about finished cleaning out the bedroom they’d been tasked with. All this to say, she was tired. If she hadn’t been so tired, she may have been thinking straight and would not have put on the glasses.

Hermione had found the glasses in a little chest pushed into the back corner of a forgotten linen closet, covered by moth eaten sheets. They hadn’t seemed cursed, and she had ran a few quick diagnostic charms over them not detecting any dark magic. She knew she shouldn’t be doing magic outside of school, especially with all the order members and aurors hanging around, but ever since she found out from Luna Lovegood that the ‘Trace’ was tied to locations not individual wizards and that most children from magical families didn’t follow it at home, Hermione had decided not to either. She was spending time in magical locations and the trace seemed kind of prejudiced against muggleborns anyhow. She still had to be careful though, because the Weasleys did not allow underage magic in their home, but she wasn’t a Weasley, and this wasn’t the Burrow. The glasses felt magical, but her charms weren’t detecting anything. Curiosity gnawed at her, and she slowly slid them on her face. She slowly looked up into the dingy mirror hanging above the dresser, bracing herself. Nothing happened. Hermione let out a sigh and studied her reflection. This must be why I was sorted into Gryffindor and not Ravenclaw. I let my curiosity get the better of me and did something stupid and dangerous. Curiosity killed the cat. Hermione laughed thinking about her absolute muck up with Polyjuice potion in her second year. She was about to take them off when there was a knock on the doorframe. Hermione whipped the glasses from her face, hiding them behind her back like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She spun on her heel to face Bill, who was grinning at her like a cat cornering a canary.

“I’m supposed to tell you dinner’s ready.” Bill said hanging on the doorframe, leaning into the room. He took a step inside and leaned back against the frame, crossing his arms.

“You got glasses when you went home?” Bill nodded at her hands still hiding the object behind her back.

Hermione flushed a little at being caught being reckless with an unknown magical object. Not wanting to get in trouble, she took the out Bill had unknowingly given her.

“Oh, these? Oh yes but they’re just reading glasses, no biggie. They’re a little embarrassing so I’m just going to put them away and I’ll come down for dinner.” Hermione gave him her best shy smile, hoping he’d get the hint. This was apparently the wrong thing to do.

“Let’s see them then.” Bill winked at her. Hermione tried to protest but Bill waved his hand dismissively. “You said they were embarrassing, but I bet you look great. Put them on.” Hermione reluctantly put the frames back on her face, hoping to placate Bill quickly and then pretend this never happened.

“Oh.” Hermione’s voice was small, the sound escaping involuntarily. Still leaning against the doorframe, Bill was now completely naked. Gone was the soft green sweater, his broad chest fully on display. Little scars littered his body from his adventures tomb raiding in Egypt. He was fairly muscular and had a smattering of freckles on his shoulders and Biceps. Coarse hair covered his chest and trailed down past his stomach to the base of a decently thick cock. The only thing Bill was still wearing was his hair tie and the frustratingly sexy dragon’s tooth earring. Hermione bit her lip. He must have been saying something, but she hadn’t been paying attention. All of a sudden, he was moving towards her, she tried to concentrate on what he was saying but all she could focus on was the slight bob of his cock as he walked. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and started walking with her. She thinks she hears something about downstairs and dinner but all she can think is It’s right there. Practically touching me.

Hermione doesn’t know why his nakedness has subdued her so thoroughly. Maybe it was the shock at him being so suddenly naked, or maybe because it was Bill, who was older and sexy and Indiana Jones like. She had seen penises before, she rationalized, She’d seen Viktor’s just last year after the Yule ball. Not only had she seen it, she’d touched it! Put it in her mouth! So, it wasn’t just the nakedness. It had to be the shock.

Hermione was so caught up in her thoughts and taking sneaky peeks at Bill, she hadn’t realized he’d led her down to the dining room where everyone was setting up for dinner. She was immediately overwhelmed, everyone was naked. All the Weasley’s, Fleur, and she could even see Remus’ bare chest where he was sitting at the table drinking tea and speaking with Ginny about quidditch. She made to take a step back, but Bill’s arm held her firmly in place.

“Don’t worry love, you look great. I’ve got this.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, which made her clench her thighs, before he turned and loudly addressed the room. “Everyone, Hermione’s just gotten some cool new reading glasses, tell her how great she looks!”

Everyone’s heads whipped in her direction, Bill winked and went to sit by Fleur, as the room immediately began to compliment her. She ducked her head blushing furiously and with a mumbled thanks, went to sit at the table. She did not miss the subtle smack on the back of the head Fleur gave Bill for embarrassing Hermione. She wasn’t embarrassed about the way she looked, she thought she looked quite lovely in these glasses, they accentuated her features nicely. She was embarrassed because a whole bunch of naked people started shouting compliments at her. It was like the naked school dream but in reverse. Once the attention shifted back away from her, and Hermione was able to breathe normally again, she couldn’t help but look. They were all so beautiful.

Bill with his earring, and his scars, and his tendency to lean his hip against the counter, or table, or doorjamb in a way that jutted his pelvis out enticingly.

Mrs. Weasley’s heavy full breasts and the sway of her hips, the stretch marks on her tummy and rounded bum.

The twins alike but different. One’s dick was long and skinny, the other’s curved and thick. They both had the strong physique of beaters.

She also noticed that without clothing in the way she was able to see a lot of things she wouldn’t normally. Like how when Mr. Weasley came home that night and kissed his wife, he gave her bum a nice squeeze under her cloak. She could still see their clothes if she peaked over the frames, which helped give her context. She could also see clothing when it was removed from the body, which was also weird. She could see after a trip to the bathroom Bill had tucked his now erect cock in his waistband, after Fleur had kissed him and gave him a few subtle squeezes. She watched as Fleur sat in his lap and gave him a coy smile wiggling just enough the Bill had to grit his teeth. Fleurs breasts weren’t very big, but they were rounded on the bottom and pointed upwards beautifully, Hermione was very jealous and annoyingly turned on. She couldn’t help but shoot them a small glare when they weren’t looking as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

A small chuckle drew her attention to Remus, sitting on the far end of the table across from her, she lifted out of her seat slightly trying to get a peek, no such luck. He was staring at her, giving her a small knowing smile. He was leaning forward, elbows on the table, steepled fingers leaning against his lips. Hermione felt dread pool in her stomach as mischief danced in his eyes. Wetness coated her panties and thighs as he stared at her. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. When he opened his eyes to look at her again, the brown was gone replaced by a beautiful amber. Hermione clenched her thighs and turned away, afraid she’d have to clean the chair when she stood up.

She avoided looking at anyone directly until someone walked in. It was Harry followed closely by Ron and then Sirius. Hermione resolutely kept her eyes on Harry and Ron’s faces. She offered Sirius no such respect.

“Boys, Hermione got glasses, doesn’t she look nice? Sirius, have you seen her glasses, aren’t they interesting?” The mischief in Remus’ eyes was also present in his voice.

Sirius looked a little alarmed at being singled out until he looked at Hermione. A roguish grin spread across his face.

“Yes, she does look interesting. Don’t you think she looks good boys?” The grin all but widening as he all but pushed Ron and Harry at her.

“What? Yeah, you look cool Hermione.” Ron barely looked at her before dropping in the chair next to her and getting a plate. Harry, on the other hand, walked right up to her, smiling broadly.

“Well, I for one am glad someone else will have glasses in our group, welcome to the club Hermione!” He clapped her on the shoulder before dropping into the seat on her other side. Again, her eyes never strayed from their faces. Then Sirius walked up.

“Let me get a good look at you love.” Sirius said softly, placing a hand on the back of her chair and the other on the table, leaning closer and boxing her in. Hermione bit her lip eyes straying slowly down and back up. Anyone looking on would have just thought her shy at being so closely observed by the attractive man. Hermione’s panties could tell you how she was actually feeling, and shy isn’t the word they’d use. Sirius’ nostrils flared and his grin sharpened.

“Looking good, Kitten.” He remarked, leaning out of her space. Hermione released the breath she had been holding while the older man had invaded her space. She watched his tight, muscular bum as he made his way around the table and sat in the unoccupied chair next to Remus. Heads bent together but eyes never leaving Hermione, they whispered conspiratorially. They looked like trouble. Hermione was so turned on.

Sitting through dinner was a torturous experience. As soon as pudding was served, Hermione announced she’d be claiming the room she’d worked so hard cleaning out today and that she was headed upstairs for a bath. She all but dashed from the room. She quickly ran upstairs grabbing her bathroom bag and heading in to draw a bath. While the hot water filled the tub, she placed her glasses on the counter and fished the waterproof device out of her bag.

 Hermione sunk into the water thinking about all she’d seen. Bill rocking against Fleur, Arthur getting handsy with Molly, and Sirius. His dick was beautiful. Thicker at the base, long and straight. Hermione thought about the way he looked at her and the way his eyes burned into hers. She slipped a hand into the water and slowly stroked her folds. She thought about Remus looking at her with Amber eyes, the table shielding his body from view. She thought of his broad shoulders and the way his tongue darted across his lips while staring at her. She turned on the vibrator and flicked it against her clit. She imagined Remus’ tongue. She grasped her breast and pretended it was Sirius. She reached back and dipped her fingers in, rubbing hard and fast. Her belly began to tighten and her toes clenched. She moved the vibrator steadily over her clit, panting for Remus. She came with a cry, slumping over the edge of the bath, body shaking. Hermione had never come that hard, that quickly. Hermione laid back and tried to relax. She scrubbed herself clean and got out quickly, afraid she might pass out.

Hermione got dressed in a night shirt and sleep shorts and tied her hair up in a bun. She decided to head to the library and look for a book for some light reading before she went to bed. She almost left the glasses behind but thought better of it and slipped them on at the last second. She headed down to the library, humming softly to herself. She picked out two books, one a heavy informational text on the laws surrounding international travel for wizards, and the other a bodice ripper about pirates and damsels in distress. Remus was sitting so quietly, Hermione had all but passed him before she noticed he was there. He was in the armchair by the fire, he had one ankle hooked over the other knee, and a book spread across his lap. Hermione tried not to drool at his ankle. How can an ankle be sexy?

“Oh! Remus, I didn’t see you there! You startled me. I was just grabbing a book to read before bed.” She had to stop herself from calling him Professor Lupin, he had asked her to call him Remus, but it was hard. He didn’t lift his head but did look at her. The way he looked at her felt wild and intense, like a predator stalking his prey. Hermione slowly took the glasses off and folded them in her hand. She needed to be able to focus enough to have a conversation with her former professor.

“Hermione, how was your bath?” She flushed.

“Very good sir.” She twisted the glasses in her hand and prayed her blush would fade.

Remus finally lifted his head, the knowing smirk back. He marked his page in his book and set it on the coffee table next to him. He leaned his head back against the chair, resting his arms on the armrests. He dropped the leg that had been resting on his other knee and let his legs fall open. Hermione drank him in, the confidence in his pose, the power he held in a single movement.

“Hermione.” Her eyes snapped away from his ankle to meet his. He was wearing that soft grey sweater vest she loved.

“Yes?” She stared into his eyes, which were darker than normal, his pupils dilated.

“Put on the glasses.” She gulped and bit her lip but otherwise didn’t move. “Now.” His tone left no room for argument, and she slowly unfolded them and slipped them on her face. He adjusted how he was sitting opening his legs a little wider. Her eyes were drawn to the movement. Nestled in sandy blonde curls was the thickest cock she’d ever seen. It was thicker than a butterbeer bottle, with a perfect mushroom shaped tip. Hermione clenched her thighs as her fresh underwear were ruined by her arousal. Remus inhaled deeply.

He stared into her eyes so intently, Hermione thought she might melt. He stood slowly, never breaking eye contact. He advanced toward her, Hermione fought the instinct to turn and run, to have him chase her down. He stopped a handbreadth away from her, and leant down.

This is it. He’s going to kiss me. Hermione closed her eyes, tilting her head slightly. She waited with bated breath until she felt lips ghost over her… ear.

“The glasses suit you. Enjoy your novel.” He was gone before she could even open her eyes.

Blast that man. Hermione was just as riled as before her bath. She picked up the book he left on the side table.

“Dostoevsky. Of bloody course. Pretentious prick.” Hermione muttered dropping the book back on the table and heading out of the library. Hermione continued grumbling about her frustrations on her way back to her room. She crashed into a broad chest on the stairwell and would have gone tumbling back down if not for the quick reflexes of the older man, caging her against the wall.

“Kitten, you’re going to have to start paying better attention to your surroundings. Be careful or you’ll find yourself falling unexpectedly.” Sirius all but purred at her. She found her hand unexpectedly on his chest and realized that although she couldn’t see it, she could still feel the soft material of his t-shirt. She stroked her fingers absentmindedly. If Sirius noticed he said nothing.

“Sorry Sirius, I was lost in thought. I’m just headed up to bed.” Hermione muttered absently, distracted by the feel of his t-shirt. Hermione brain whirred thinking about the magic needed to create such an item. Sirius closed his eyes enjoying the feel of her petting him for a moment.

“Do you use a sleep mask?”  He asked her suddenly.

“What?” Hermione’s head snapped up, pulled from her thoughts, fingers tangled in his collar.

“A sleep mask? You should try it sometime. It’ll change your life.” Sirius grinned at her twirling one of her curls around her finger. Hermione just blinked at him. “Have a nice night, Kitten.” He pushed off the wall and left as suddenly as the other marauder had. Once again alone Hermione tried to shake off the weirdness from the older men and headed back to her room.

Hermione tried to focus on her book, she really did but Sirius’ words kept playing over in her mind. Why was he asking her about sleep masks? Did he even know what a sleep mask was?

Hermione spied the little chest she’d left on her dresser, where she’d found the glasses. Hermione narrowed her eyes. No. There’s no way. Hermione threw back her covers and went to grab the chest. She crawled back in bed, placing the chest on the covers before her. She bit her nail. Should she open it? Curiosity once again got the better of her and she opened the chest. She poured the contents onto her covers. A fluffy pink pair of handcuffs, a few potion bottles she decided to investigate later, a pair of earrings, a tube of lipstick, a scrunchie and a matching sleep mask, came tumbling out. She separated out the scrunchie and sleep mask and swept the rest of the contents back into the chest. She set the glasses inside as well, and shoved the chest under her bed.

She ran her wand over the objects and chewed over whether to put them on. It was clear to her Sirius and Remus knew about the glasses, and they didn’t rat her out. However, they were Marauders, and while she’d trust either with her life, she didn’t trust them not to embarrass her for the sake of a joke.

Well, I’ve come this far and worst comes to worst, I charm all the furniture in the house to jump out of the way when they go to sit down. She ran a quick brush through her hair before gathering it all in a messy bun on the top of her head and securing it with the satin pink scrunchie. She turned out all the lights and climbed into bed considering the mask in front of her. She took a deep breath and slipped the mask on over her eyes. She muttered a quick prayer to Circe and Morgana before laying down to sleep.

And sleep she did.

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“Hermione.” Her eyes met his. “Put on the glasses. Now.”

“Come here.” She shuffled over and stood between his legs staring into his black and amber eyes. She shuddered. He motioned for her to lean down, as she did, he brought a hand up and laced it in her hair, gently pulling her close. His lips touched her ear. “I think the glasses suit you.”

“Someone’s been naughty. Trying on magical items in a house full of cursed objects. She could have really hurt herself.” Hermione tried to pull away mortified at being caught but he held her tight. “You’re supposed to ask permission to see people naked pet, but I’ll let it go considering the special circumstances.”

“How did you know?” Hermione almost whined leaning her head against his shoulder to hide her embarrassment. He chuckled. He tugged her a little closer, smelling her hair. She stumbled a little and brought her knee up on the outside of his leg to steady herself. She watched his cock twitch in encouragement. She brought her other leg up just to see what it would do, she watched in amazement as it grew even bigger, trapped by invisible clothes.

“You were staring at everyone’s crotches love, and you were giving me fuck me eyes so hard I almost had you on the table right there for dessert.” Hermione shivered, turned on. Remus was gently stroking his hands up and down her thighs occasionally giving her bum a hard squeeze. “Shit love, and if I didn’t see you, I’d have certainly been able to smell you. You smell so good every time you shiver, I know to take a deep breath, and your musk will envelop me. You smell so good; I just want to taste you. Do you know how hard it is to keep my composure while you’re sitting across from me smelling like that? Hermione I nearly said fuck it and followed you into the bath. I want to live between your legs.”

Hermione whined dropping into his lap and rocking forward, rubbing up against the hard line of his cock. She was rewarded with a heavy groan and Remus’ head thumped back against the chair; eyes closed. His hands were on her hips, guiding her as she rocked.

“Fuck, Hermione.” He squeezed her breast firmly and flicked his thumb over a nipple before forcing her from his lap. He looked at her intensely, licking his lips. “I’m going to eat you.”

A thrill ran through her body. She leaned close to him again, grasping at his cock and mouthing at his ear.

“Oh Mr. Wolf,” She dragged her lips against the shell of his ear, nipping at a lobe. “You’ll have to catch me first.” She pushed quickly away from the chair and the horny werewolf. He growled and swiped at her, but she jumped back just out of reach. He reached for her again and she turned and ran laughing over her shoulder. He jumped from his seat in pursuit. He chased her all through the stacks, and around the tables until he cornered her along the back wall. She turned looking for a door or escape, he slammed her front against the wall catching her hands under his grinding against her ass for temporary relief. She laughed at the thrill of being caught but that laugh quickly turned into a moan as Remus reached down the front of her sleep shorts to flick at her clit. She moaned.

“Oh my God, Remus. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck me, I want you inside me, please.” She begged him. He continued his ministrations while he pulled her hair to the side and mouthed up her neck.

“No.” He sucked at the spot below her ear, and she whined.

“N-no?” She almost sobbed out as his fingers moved faster.

“No. I said I was going to eat you, and I will. I caught you fair and square. Maybe you can earn getting fucked.” He dropped to his knees roughly pulling down her sleep shorts. He spread her cheeks and pressed his nose between her folds, inhaling deeply.

"This smell," he licked a stripe up the back of her thigh, nipping at the crevice of her cheek and thigh. Hermione moaned. “Has been driving me wild. All. Day.”

Remus licked a long stripe through her folds. She tensed savoring the first feeling of his mouth on her. She sighed dreamily. This seemed to almost trigger an animalistic response in him. He growled softly and started eating her out like it was his job and he was up for a promotion. She tried to turn around, tried giving him better access or to feel more of his body. Remus wasn’t having it. On her third attempt he grabbed both her hands in one of his at the small of her back and held her there against the wall. Hermione gushed as he took control. She pushed up on her toes all at once chasing her climax and trying to escape the overwhelming sensation. This was a mistake as he had moved forward to occupy her abandoned space and when she couldn’t stay on her toes any longer the only way for her to go was down, sinking further onto his face, his tongue. He clenched her cheek roughly and started eating her like a man possessed. He fucked her with his tongue, pressing into the walls with fervor, chasing every shake, moan or sigh Hermione made. Still holding her still against the wall, he lifted her right leg up with his free hand to open her further to him. She was trembling barely upright, her climax just over the horizon. Remus kept at his pace and as she was cresting that hill he gave a particularly savage bite to her bum. She screamed. The mix of pleasure and pain overwhelming and she came all over his face, riding his tongue chasing that relief. She started to come down but Remus kept going.

“Remus…” Hermione panted, wriggling away oversensitive. He growled low in his throat. She shuddered as he held her tighter, holding her still as he ravaged her. She panted and groaned rubbing back on him as he worked her through a second, and then a third orgasm, giving her no time for relief in between. Remus let her go suddenly and she slumped to the floor, sticky and trembling. Remus didn’t give her long though, maybe the span of three breaths before he dragged her to the center of the rug and flipped her on her stomach.

“Beg me.” He growled, getting on top of her. He tore her shirt down the back shoving it down her arms to her elbows, baring her and effectively trapping her arms beneath her. He laid flat on top of her, grinding his pelvis into her ass. He held her by her hair, pulling her up just enough to expose the long column of her throat and her bright perky breasts. He mouthed up her neck and reached around to roughly pinch a nipple. Hermione moaned.

“Remus.. Please.” She panted wiggling her bum back to try and gain friction. He pressed his hips firmly into hers holding her still.

“Please what little witch, use your words.”  He sucked on that spot between her shoulder and neck. Hermione keened.

“Fuck me Remus. I need your cock in me. I want you to take me on this floor and do whatever the hell you want with me. Bite me, eat me, kill me, as long as you fuck me right now.”

“Good girl.” Hermione whined at the loss of contact on her hips and the hand in her hair tightened. Remus kept up his ministrations on her neck as she felt the head of his cock prod her entrance.

“Tell me to take it slow. Tell me to be gentle, and I will.” She could feel Remus holding himself very still giving her time to change her mind or set the pace. She laughed and turned her head biting Remus on the neck hard enough to draw blood.

“FUCK.” He swore and his hips stuttered teasing Hermione with what she craved.

“Why start being gentle now. Fuck me like you meant it, Mr. Wolf. I want to feel you in the morning.” Remus groaned slamming into her fully. He stayed very still for just a moment, savoring the feel of her. Then her pulled her hair back and started fucking into her savagely. He held her by her hair in one hand and pressed her hand into the floor with the other. He occasionally let go of her hand long enough to roughly palm at her breasts or flick her clit, and she’d be left their clawing at the carpet, searching for something to hold onto. At some point he held her hand to her own breast, hugging her into him as he bucked wildly on top of her. His hips began to stutter, and his pace quickened, he yelled and bit down harshly on her shoulder. He came inside her and held her taught like a bow string before collapsing atop her, cock still nestled firmly in her folds.  A couple minutes pass like that before he slides out of her and tucks himself back in his slacks. He gently scoops her up and tosses her over his shoulder completely naked. He leaves her ruined clothes behind on the library floor. He carries her out of the library and up the stairs, holding her by her legs. Her naked ass and swollen pussy, dripping with the werewolf’s cum, fully on display. They pass several people on the way back to his room, who all congratulate him on an excellent job well done. He’d stay and chat for a minute while the unknown person(s) would fondle her ass and dip their finger into her still twitching pussy. They finally made it to his room where he gently cleaned her with a warm washcloth and tucked her into bed. He kissed her temple.

“Sweet dreams love, see you tomorrow.”

“Mmmh.” Hermione snuggled in as Remus entered the bathroom. She watched him get ready hazy with sleep. She appreciated that he was brushing his teeth the muggle way and not just using a teeth cleaning charm, those never made her teeth feel as clean. Everything was so fuzzy she decided to close her eyes for just a minute…

She felt herself being shaken gently. She opened her eyes to see Sirius grinning at her.

“You fell asleep love, you’re going to miss the end of the movie.” Hermione rubbed the sleep from her eyes. They were laying on the couch, Sleepless in Seattle playing on the telly. He was laying behind her and she was using his arm as a pillow.

“Where’s Remus?” She mumbled sleepily. Sirius ran a hand softly through her hair.

“Remus? Dreaming of another man, are you? Careful kitten or I might get jealous.” She could hear the grin in his voice, and she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

“Sorry love, I think I might be too tired to finish the movie.” She grabbed his hand and left a sleepy kiss on his palm. He nuzzled her cheek and gently kissed her.

“That’s okay kitten, it’s tiring growing another human. How is our little guy?” Sirius rested his hand below hers, where she’d been absently stroking her swollen belly.

“Kicking like mad. He might end up playing football rather than quidditch.” Sirius laughed.

“Giving our girl some trouble, huh?” Sirius leaned up and started talking to her stomach, Hermione snuggled closer to Sirius while he had a one-way conversation with their child. He was going to be a great dad. Sirius leaned back behind Hermione, nuzzling his nose into the hair behind her ear. The hand on her stomach moved up and gently squeezed her breast.

“Mhmm,” She moaned sleepily. Sirius chuckled.

“Let me take care of you baby.” He rubbed small circles down her body, slipping his fingers into the band of her sleep shorts.

“Mmm okay.” She turned her head and kissed his jaw. He slipped his fingers further in, stroking softly against her folds. She sighed in contentment as he set a steady pace with his fingers. He brought her to a slow shuddering climax. He lifted her leg and set it atop his own, and after a moment to fiddle with his zipper, he sunk fully into her. He set a soft and leisurely pace, gently rubbing circles over her clit all the while. When Sirius was inside her, she felt like her soul was finally complete, like he was made to fit her perfectly. They came together, like a joining of forces. He stayed inside her as they came down kissing up her neck and telling her how amazing she was. Hermione had never felt more loved.

Hermione sat bolt upright in her bed, ripping the sleep mask off her face.

“What. The. Fuck.” She tossed the sleep mask to the end of her bed, staring at it with wide eyes. She scrambled from the bed and into the bathroom. She hurried for the shower but stopped dead in her tracks when she caught sight of her reflection. Gone were the mass of tangled and matted curls she struggled with daily, in its place were soft tightly coiled curls. She pulled a coil straight and almost wept when it bounced perfectly back into place. She pulled out the silky scrunchie and stared at it in wonder before gathering all her hair back into a high bun. She’d just have to be careful not to get her hair wet.

She got into the hot shower and began scrubbing the sweat and embarrassingly enough, cum from her body. She couldn’t help from running her hand over her stomach and feeling slightly bereft.  What the fuck is wrong with me? Hermione set her jaw and resolutely did not think about her dreams, scrubbing her skin pink.

Hermione got dressed and prepared for another day of cleaning, she also needed to check in with Harry after his conversation with Sirius the day prior. She hoped the older man would have some clue about the rage and visions Harry had been having.

She walked into the kitchen, to find Sirius alone at the kitchen table, having a cup of coffee. She hadn’t expected to see him, it was very early, and she thought she'd be the first awake. He was usually awake before her but she was up a full hour earlier than usual. She blushed scarlet remembering the feel of him slowly rocking into her on the couch. He grinned over his cup.

“Good morning, Hermione. Did you sleep well? Have any pleasant dreams?” She narrowed her eyes at him. She considered heating his coffee so it would burn his mouth but decided against it. She didn’t want to be too blatant in getting him back. How much did he know? He and Remus clearly knew more than they were saying.

“I slept quite well thank you. Is there any tea?” Sirius smiled at her avoidance and waved his wand and the kettle flew over pouring a cup of tea with cream and two sugars. Hermione was taken aback.

“You know how I take my tea?” Hermione grabbed the floating cup from the air.

“We’re always the first two awake and you have three cups of tea before you can tolerate talking to anyone else without snapping. I learned quickly that you need your tea as quickly as possible.”

“Well, that was almost sweet. Are there any-”

“Scones? Yes, Kreacher made your favorite, Cheddar and Chive. He made some Ginger and Pear scones as well.” Shocked, Hermione sat in her chair and drank her tea. It was delicious.

“Oh. Lovely.” Sirius snapped and a plate with one of each scone, some fresh fruit, and sausage appeared in front of her. An almost identical plate, with bacon instead of sausage, appeared in front of Sirius. He slid her a book about the creation and rules and regulations of the Wizengamot. She blinked at Sirius dumbfounded. He was reading the prophet, his reading glasses slipped low on his nose. Her hand drifted to her stomach.

She shook herself and took a bite of the ginger and pear scone. She moaned. Sirius turned and quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Good?” Hermione nodded emphatically.

“Anything interesting in the news?” Sirius shook his head.

“Just more bullshit fluff pieces to distract the public from the truth.” Hermione nodded solemnly.

“I haven’t trusted the Prophet since I met Skeeter.” Sirius grinned at her.

“Brightest witch of your age.” They both burst out laughing. Hermione held up her book.

“Shall I just read this aloud so we can both read something worth our time?” Sirius folded his paper and started in on his breakfast.

“Go on then.” Hermione began to read aloud. Sirius kept stopping her to make jokes, or comments, or relay anecdotes from his childhood growing up with his father on the Wizengamot. She took moments to eat her breakfast while he spoke, and he refilled her tea while she read. Hearing the telltale commotion of the others waking up, Hermione finished the chapter and bookmarked their page. They grinned at each other and quietly returned to their cold breakfasts.

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For the rest of the week Hermione woke up early to have breakfast with Sirius. Every morning she’d come down and he’d give her that knowing smile that made her blush. He’d snap his fingers and breakfast would be on the table. Hermione had a tough time stomaching that Kreacher was being forced to serve her breakfast. Vile as he was, it was still slavery. Sirius would then give her the prophet highlights, and they would laugh and argue over which was most ridiculous. She finished reading The Formation and Evolution of the Wizengamot by Percival Fern and even began The Guidebook to International Travel: Portkeys, Portals, and More by Wren Barrows. She found Sirius had a razor-sharp wit, was exceptionally clever, and had a lot of unexpected knowledge from growing up not only as a pureblood, but as a member of a Sacred 28 family.

He had teased her about not wearing her glasses that first day, so she had worn them everyday since, resigning herself to a summer behind lenses. She began to grow more comfortable with him, sitting next to him instead of across from him, stealing food from his plate, and sticking her socked feet right in his lap. He’d squeeze her ankles and rub her feet while she read to him, and he’d pretend not to notice when she’d steal sips of his coffee while he went over the day’s headlines.

After breakfast they went back to work, Hermione had been tasked with cleaning the attic with Harry and Ron. She’d gotten so used to the nakedness she hadn’t even blinked when Ron stood right in front of her while she was sorting through a box, and practically swung it in her face. She really tried not to look at her best friends naked, but it was an inevitability she couldn’t escape. She found some interesting books in the attic and felt a little like a niffler when she nicked them to read later. The twins and Ginny would bring lunch up to the attic for them and the six of them would swap information they overheard and try and piece together what the order was planning. They had a bit of an edge with Harry being allowed at order meetings and the twins extendable ears.  After lunch Ginny and the Twins would leave and return to their own cleaning tasks. The trio would continue their own cleaning while making note of anything interesting.

Then they would all go down for dinner, attended by various order members awaiting assignments or giving updates. Hermione would sit by Harry and Ron and quietly eat her dinner. She tried to pretend not to notice the intense stares of the two older men, but she could feel her face grow hot and her panties grow wet. They’d make seemingly innocuous comments, that made her burn. Sirius commented on her hair, asking if she had a new nightly routine and if she’d share the details with him. Remus asked how she was feeling about her glasses and if now that she could see, had she found anything interesting? She would inevitably excuse herself from dinner to take a bath and masturbate furiously. Then she would head down to the library to grab a book and stop for a quick chat with Remus. Most of the time she’d have to touch herself again when she returned to her room, flashes of dream Remus chasing her through the stacks and fucking her on the library floor on her mind.

Hermione was getting frustrated. Sirius and Remus’ teasing was driving her up the wall, she was so horny all the time and was constantly distracted by their gorgeous bodies. She knew they were in cahoots and knew something she didn’t, nothing made her angrier than being left out the loop, information kept from her. Then one night Remus made a joke and something inside her snapped. He made a sly reference to the romance novel she’d picked up that first night in the library, clearly having gone back and read it himself. It was subtle and no one else, except for Sirius, picked up on it; But it annoyed Hermione and she was ready to get even. It was one thing if they were all teasing each other, it was something else entirely if they were teasing her. She needed some leverage. Hermione excused herself from dinner, a small smile on her face as a plan already began to form in her mind.

Hermione showered and did her hair. She even dabbed on a bit of the perfume on her wrists and neck. Her mother had given it to her the Christmas before, claiming now that Hermione was a woman, she needed a more mature scent. She never really used it, but now felt like the right time. She made sure to shave and put on the cutest pajama set she owned, a matching t-shirt and short set, in a pale pink edged with lace. Deciding she looked nice enough, Hermione waited for dinner to end and for the Weasleys to head to bed. Once the house was quiet, she headed downstairs.

Hermione hummed a happy tune as she descended the stairs into the library. She stopped in her tracks as she spied a familiar head of sandy blonde hair peaking above the back of an armchair by the fire. Putting on a casual air, she inched closer.

“Good evening, Remus.” Seeing him naked every day had made her much more comfortable with using his first name. Remus glanced up from his book, smiling when he saw her.

“Hermione, nice to see you. Trying to consume the entirety of the Black library before the summer is through?” Remus’ eyes twinkled as he poked fun at her.

“Says the man who is curled in this armchair every time I come to select a book.” Hermione quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Touché.” Her former professor chuckled. He was so much softer, less intense than he was in her dream the week prior. He was more composed than she was when they were alone together as well. Hermione didn’t like it. She wanted to drive him a little feral.

“So, what are we reading tonight?” Hermione glanced at the book tucked under his arm, finger holding his place. He held the book out to her, a theoretical text about the effect of time turners on history. She took it from him, taking care to hold his place, and flipped through a few pages before handing it back.

“Oooh this actually looks really interesting. Let me know when you’re finished, I’d be interested in picking it up. I can’t understand how you read in this light though, my eyes would be killing me.” Remus tucked the book back under his arm again before responding.

“Ah, well it actually does hurt my eyes pretty badly. I probably should grab my readers soon, but I’m pretty comfortable where I am for the moment.” Hermione reached out and gently stroked the spot between Remus’ eyebrows and up his forehead. His eyes drifted closed, and he let out a contented grumble.

“You’ll give yourself a headache like this, honestly!” She chastised. “Here, give these a try, and if they don’t do anything for you, you can always summon your own.” Hermione whispered slipping her own glasses on his face and taking several steps back.

Remus’ eyes stayed firmly shut for several moments, a conflicted look crossing his face. Hermione continued taking small steps backwards. She could feel herself grow wet with the anticipation. His nostrils flared and his eyes snapped open, that feral look back in his eyes. Hermione’s eyes danced and she gave him a challenging look before turning on her heel and walking over to the bookshelf. She could feel herself grow wetter as she gathered all her hair over one shoulder and bent at the waist to look at a title. She dared a glance over her shoulder at the werewolf. His fingers gripped the chair’s arms viciously, his composure crumbling. Turning away she let out a small laugh, reaching for a random title. He was upon her so fast; she almost dropped the book she was holding. He caged her against the bookshelf, taking care not to touch her body with his.

“What are you playing at, little witch.” He snarled, a breath away from her ear. She pretended to look at the book in her hands and responded casually.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He growled spinning her around.

“You know exactly what I’m referring to.” He got in her face trying to intimidate her a little bit. She blinked innocent doe eyes at him.

“I assure you I do not.” He growled again. “You sound really frustrated, I’m sure feeling like someone knows something you don’t and is using it to poke fun at you can’t feel all that great. I can’t imagine how that would feel, especially if one of their friends was also in on it.” He looked a little taken aback but the intensity didn’t leave his eyes.

“Hermione-”

“Say it.” Remus’ jaw flexed and his eyes narrowed. “Say the glasses are yours and you’ve known all along what they can do.”

“I don’t-” Hermione cut him off.

“Say it.” She pressed her body into his staring into his eyes. Moisture dripped down her thighs. A wild look overcame him.

“Merlin, the way you smell.” Remus backed her against the bookshelf, running his nose up her neck.

“Say it.” Hermione’s hands blazed a trail down his chest.

“Fuck.” He ground out. “Fine. The glasses are mine, I invented them back when I was in school and promptly forgot about them until you waltzed into the kitchen brazenly wearing them to dinner. Now, can we get back to the situation at present? What. are. you. playing. at.” Remus lifted Hermione’s leg, running his hand up the underside of her thigh, fingers teasing the edge of her pajama shorts. Remus sucked on the spot where her shoulder met her neck. Hermione gave a soft little sigh and his fingers tightened on her thigh.

“You tell me. You started this when you teased me at the dinner table and in the library the other night.” Hermione ran her hands down his chest and hooked a finger in his belt. “I know what I want, do you?” Remus crushed his lips into hers, dropping her leg to tangle his fingers in her hair. He pulled back from her, nose to nose staring intently into her eyes.

“You keep doing that Hermione, and I’m going to fuck you against this bookshelf.” Hermione undid his belt. She popped open the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper, eyes locked on his. She reached a hand in and cupped him through his underwear. Remus groaned, eyes falling shut as she gripped him firmly.

“Fuck. Hermione.” He gripped her wrist and pulled her from him. He took a moment to catch his breath and when he opened his eyes, they were mostly black, a ring of amber barely peaking around the edges. He removed her glasses from his face and placed them on the shelf by her head. His movements, slow and deliberate, betrayed a barely contained beast. Hermione shivered.

“I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m not going to wear those glasses. I want to see everything for myself. Okay?” Hermione’s breathing hitched and she nodded furiously, biting her lip. Remus’ thumb rubbed her bottom lip, tugging it from between her teeth. His other hand worked the buttons of her pajama top open, slowly, one by one. When the last button opened, he stooped down and licked a stripe up the exposed pathway of skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He pushed her pajama top down to her elbows and leaned over and caught a nipple in his mouth. He palmed the other breast and pinched the nipple, while he flicked the other one with his tongue. Hermione whimpered, eyes closing as she bit back a shout. Remus stopped what he was doing.

“Tsk-tsk, none of that little witch. You love looking so much you’re going to watch everything I do to you.” Hermione opened her eyes, and he massaged her breasts gently. “Good girl.”

Remus resumed his ministration and slipped his free hand down the front of her pajama bottoms. He rubbed her slick folds and brought his hand out and slipped it in his mouth, licking the juices from his fingers. Remus put one hand on the bookshelf beside her head and leaned in close, staring intently into her eyes. He slipped his hand back into her shorts and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She moaned and bucked her hips against him, clutching the bookshelf behind her, eyes locked on his.

“That’s right love, keep looking at me.” He slipped two fingers inside her and began fucking her with his hand.

“Oh god, Remus please.” Hermione begged.

“The thing is I don’t know if I want you to come on my fingers, my face, or my dick first. What do you think, love?” He asked her in such a sincere tone, but the grin on his face and the way his hand sped up and how he ground his palm against her clit betrayed his intentions.

“Remus, please. Please fuck me.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” Remus kissed her passionately and pulled her shorts down her thighs. He pulled away and knelt down to help her step out of them. Hermione did not miss the way he smelled her panties and tucked them into his breast pocket. He leaned over, unable to resist tasting her for a moment. Hermione tugged on his hair, unsure whether she wanted him to stay there or kiss her. The need to kiss him and feel him buried inside her won out.

“Remus, please. I need you.”

“Oh fuck, little witch.” He murmured nuzzling into her curls for another moment, inhaling deeply. “Alright, but I’m coming back for dessert later.”

He stood up and quickly locked the door and cast a quick silencing charm, before slipping his cock out of his underwear and giving it a few firm strokes. Hermione stared at it, aching and an angry red, and licked her lips.

"I think I'll need to get it wet first, sir.” Hermione said sinking to her knees in front of him and grasping his cock. “If we want it to fit, of course.”

“Merlin, Hermione.” She ignored him and focused on the task ahead of her. She was a perfectionist and after many fumbled attempts with Viktor the year prior, Hermione could now brag to be quite good at giving head. Not that she’d be bragging about that to anyone. She slowly took him in her mouth, tongue tracing the tip. She spent several moments just enjoying exploring him before taking him fully in her mouth.

“Look at me.” She looked up at him from under her lashes and hummed. His hips stuttered. “Fuck, love. Yes, just like that.”

Hermione bobbed her head swallowing him down as far as she could go, stroking what she couldn’t fit. Remus threaded his fingers in her hair and rocked his hips slightly. He let this go one for a few minutes before gently pulling her off and helping her stand. He lifted her right leg and hooked her knee over his arm. He used the other hand to line himself up with her entrance. He leaned forward and kissed her while he pushed himself inside her. Hermione gasped and squirmed a little as Remus seated himself fully inside her.

This was not Hermione’s first time. Her first time was with Viktor, after pulling her from the lake during the second task. She had even messed around a little with Ernie Macmillan after Viktor returned to Norway. Remus was a man though, and so much bigger than the other two she had been with, she needed a moment to adjust. He stayed perfectly still until she relaxed around him. He began thrusting in and out, slow and steady. Remus lifted Hermione’s left leg and readjusted so both legs wrapped around his waist. He gripped her arse firmly and began to pick up the pace. He kissed her fiercely and whispered her name and what sounded like a prayer in the moments between when they came up for air. Hermione raked her fingernails down his shoulders and biceps, still covered by a thick sweater, trying to find purchase.

“How are you not dying of heatstroke right now?” Remus licked up the column of her throat and Hermione mewled. “Seriously, I’m legitimately naked and I’m suffering. What gives?”

“Werewolves run hot; I don’t even notice it anymore.” Remus sucked on her collarbone and rocked into her at a new angle.

“OH fuck.” Hermione gripped his biceps as he wrapped his arms around her waist and focused on this new angle. “OH FUCK FUCK FUCK. Remus I’m gonna- I can’t-” Hermione babbled incoherently.

“That’s it love, cum for me.” Remus reached an arm between them, balancing her weight against the bookshelf, to rub at her clit. Hermione gasped and bit down on his shoulder, bucking against his hand as she came.

“Fuck, Hermione you’re so tight.” Hermione came down and melted against him. Remus took all her weight and began fucking into her furiously. A minute or so later, his rhythm became erratic, and he followed her over the edge. He slumped against her for just a minute, pinning her to the bookshelf. Hermione relished the comforting weight of him, and gently stroked his hair. He nuzzled against her neck and left soft, sloppy kisses on her shoulder.

“What the fuck are we going to do?” Remus murmured against her neck, still kissing her.

“I don’t know, but hopefully this. Many, many more times.”

“Oh? That good was I?” Remus chuckled and thrust slightly from where he was still firmly seated inside her. Hermione let out a big laugh and wiggled on him.

“You were that good.” Hermione giggled and gave him a look. They both stared at each other trying to keep a serious face before bursting into laughter. Remus pseudo tackled her to the ground, initiating a second round.

“I believe I was promised dessert.” Hermione laughed again, but they quickly turned to moans the further south Remus’ mouth travelled.

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Hermione plopped a thick three ring binder down on the breakfast table and accepted a steaming cup of tea from Sirius. She closed her eyes and took a big sip grumbling grumpily into her cup. Sirius glances at her over the edge of his paper, one eyebrow quirked up.

“Long night?” He tried to suppress a smile. Hermione was very cute when she was grumpy. Hermione made a noncommittal noise and Sirius chuckled going back to his paper. Two cups of tea later, Hermione yawned and stretched, finally awake enough to interact with others.

“You could’ve slept in you know. No need to wake up at six in the morning during the summer.” She glared at him, but his eyes never strayed from his paper.

“So eager to be rid of my company?” Hermione drawled, getting up to rinse her cup in the sink.

“And what pleasant company it is, grunts and all.” Hermione draped her arms over his shoulders, resting her cheek against her bicep.

“What news?” she asked idly stroking his chest. Sirius cleared his throat and began highlighting the paper for her, per their morning routine. Hermione reached up and stole the clip from Sirius’ hair, and began detangling it with her fingers. Sirius sighed in contentment.

“Your hair is in rough shape.” Hermione murmured, massaging his scalp.

“A decade in prison without a haircut will do that.”  He replied sardonically.

“Hmm.” Hermione summoned her hairbrush and some detangler, and gently began the arduous work of brushing Sirius’ shoulder length hair. “I don’t think we’ll have to cut it, but we’ll need a lot of products to restore it.”

“Maybe Harry can hook us up.” Sirius laughed leaning back to shoot her a cheeky grin.

“Hold still. Why would Harry hook us up?” Hermione forced Sirius’ head back in place, going back to the series of knots she was working through.

“Because I’m his godfather and you’re his best friend, and he loves us?” Sirius tried to give her another cheeky grin, but Hermione held his head firmly in place.

“Okay? I can just run to the store or order some. No need to make Harry do it.” Sirius pulled away from Hermione and turned in his chair to look at her, incredulous.

“No, Hermione, I’m making a joke about Sleakeazys.” Hermione made a face.

“Are you making a sex joke about Harry that I don’t get, because gross.” Sirius looked at her like she was crazy.

“Do you not know? You don’t know. Okay. Harry owns Sleakeazys. His grandfather invented it, Harry has the controlling share.” A look of understanding came over her face that quickly morphed into outrage.

“What?! How come Harry didn’t tell me!” Hermione began angrily muttering and Sirius leaned back in his chair and let her continue working out the knots. “No, he doesn’t know. He can’t know or he would have told me. You’ll have to tell him when he wakes up.” Hermione says, spraying on detangler.

“I’m sure Dumbledore told him. Ow-” Sirius held his head where Hermione hand yanked the brush through a little too roughly, clearly getting worked up again.

“I’m telling you he doesn’t know.” Sirius held up his hands in acquisition.

“Alright, I’ll talk to him. Where did you even get detangler?”  He rubbed his scalp where she’d pulled too roughly. She swooped down and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you.” Sirius turned his head, their noses almost brushing.

“Sure, no problem.” He breathed. They stared at each other a beat too long before Hermione cleared her throat and straightened her back, returning to the task of detangling.

“So, James’ father invented Sleakeazys?” Sirius sighed and let the witch return to her task.

“Amongst a slew of other things. Charlus was a creative man and was never satisfied, always aching to create the next thing. That’s where James got his creative streak.” Sirius remarked.

“Oh, James was an inventor as well? I suppose the scrunchie was his idea? Considering the eyeglasses and mask were yours and Remus’? I wonder how long that took you guys, what kind of charms did you put on it, what inspired you?” Hermione continued gently detangling and massaging his scalp.

“Yeah, that was James’ idea, brilliant thing too. Marlene was always complaining about how tangled her hair was and how wild it would look after a shag, so he decided to try and-” Sirius cut himself off. “Fuck.” Hermione smirked.

“Go on, tell me all about your little box of inventions. Remus already sang like a bird.” Sirius froze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said panicking.

“The jig is up Sirius, I know everything. You and the rest of the marauders created a whole bunch of dirty, sexy accessories. Now I want to know what else is in the box, what it does, how it was made, and if you made anything else.” Sirius narrowed his eyes.

“I’m not telling you anything.” He responded, folding his arms and putting on an air of nonchalance.

“Oh, of course. I would never make you. It’s just a shame really. Remus was such a good boy telling me what he knew, I had to reward him for it. Too bad you’re holding out.” Sirius scoffed.

“I can tell, his scent is all over you.” The corner of Hermione’s mouth turned up in a grin.

“Hmm that’s because I let him test his invention on me. These glasses make me look real good. Too bad you’re not cooperating; I was looking forward to sharing the dreams I had using your mask. I even thought we could try and recreate some, real shame.” Hermione tutted. Sirius whimpered.

“What do you want to know?” Hermione grinned and placed her lips right next to his ear.

“Everything. Why don’t you join me upstairs tonight after dinner? Remus will be coming too, and we’ll talk all about your little inventions.” Sirius pouted when Hermione mentioned Remus. “Come now, don’t be put out. Maybe if you hadn’t folded like a cheap suit, you could have negotiated something different, but for now you’ll have to take what I give you.”

“However,” Hermione slowly made her way around the chair, hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “You have been a very good boy this morning. I think you deserve a little reward, don’t you?” Sirius nodded as Hermione sank to her knees in front of him.

“Kitten.” Sirius gripped the table behind Hermione and watched her in anticipation as she… tied his shoe. She gave him a sly grin and stood up, knocking his arm out of the way with her hip. She grabbed her tea and her binder and headed for the door.

“I’ll let you know when I think of an appropriate reward.” She tossed over her shoulder and sauntered out of the kitchen.

Sirius grumbled, readjusted himself in his pants and tried to go back to his paper. Unable to refocus he stalked off to find Remus.

Once Hermione was out of earshot, she practically ran up the stairs and into her room. What was I Thinking?! I was going to blow Sirius Black in the kitchen! Anyone could have walked in!  And I chickened out, which is so much worse. She hoped he bought her act. She would have gone through with it too but then he had called her kitten and looked at her so intensely. In that moment he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered and all she could think of was the dream she’d had the other night. It had frightened her, and she bolted. She wasn’t scared of him or even of the dream itself, but of the fact she kind of liked it. Hermione took a deep breath and resolutely stood up and marched back out the door. I’m too ambitious to end up barefoot and pregnant at sixteen.

She knocked on the door perhaps a little too roughly. She heard some muffled curses and a loud thump as someone crashed to the floor. A few moments later a bleary-eyed Bill opened the door.

“Hermione? Are you okay? It’s like seven thirty in the morning.” Hermione peeked around the edge of her glasses to determine that bill was just in boxers with a sheet pulled up to his waist. He has the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. Hermione smiled politely at him.

“May I speak to Fleur please?” Hermione gave him a pointed look when he tried to deny that Fleur had spent the night in his room rather than her own.

“Yeah, alright come in.” Bill moved aside and let her in.

“Thank you.” she said and breezed into the room. Fleur sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“ ‘ermione! It is so nice to see you! Come sit down!” Fleur patted the bed in front of her enthusiastically. Hermione, still in her matching pajama set from the night before, sat crisscross in the indicated space. Peeking around her eyeglasses once again, Hermione determined that Fleur was in fact simply shirtless. She could make out the edge of light blue lace panties around the curve of Fleur’s hip.

“Shirt babe?” Bill asked Fleur, holding up a t-shirt of his to his girlfriend.

“Non! ‘ermione is a girl she doesn’t mind, right?” Fleur looked at her for confirmation and she shook her head.

“No, I don’t mind. I actually think you are quite lovely.” Hermione felt a twinge of a blush grace her cheeks. Fleur smiled brightly at her and squeezed her arm.

“Thank you! See! She does not mind!” Fleur turned back to her conspiringly. “British boys are so sensitive sometimes.” The girls dissolved into giggles and Bill shook his head amused and flopped back onto his side of the bed and turned on his side to face the girls.

“How can I help you ‘ermione?” Hermione glanced over at Bill and bit her lip, glancing back at Fleur. “Do not worry about Bill, he will not tell your secrets.”  Hermione thought about the glasses but decided to tell them anyway.

“I had sex last night and I didn’t use protection, and I need your help.” Hermione is quite sure she would not have needed the glasses to see Bill’s reaction. His dick twitched so violently she thought he might pop a seam. He casually sat up and subtly readjusted and bunched the sheets just so, confirming her theory. Fleur was too focused on her to notice.

“Oui! I can help you. Bill, get a potion from the cabinet! This is so exciting! Who was it with! We will be like sisters if it is a Weasley! Or is it maybe Harry? If it is Harry, I will be very jealous.” Fleur playfully scolded her.

“It’s not Harry but I can’t tell you who it is, it’s a secret. We’re not ready for that yet.” Fleur grabbed her hand and gave it a little squeeze. They kind of squealed together. Fleur’s happiness was always so contagious it was hard not to get swept up in her. Bill tossed the potion on the bed next to Fleur and kneeled on his side. Hermione could tell he’d readjusted so the girls couldn’t tell he was reacting to the idea of their conversation.

“Why would you be jealous if it were Harry?” Bill asked brushing his hands through his hair. Fleur smacked his abs playfully.

“Because! Look at ‘ermione! She is so beautiful! If she slept with Harry, she would be picking two of the Triwizard champions before me! And I am an excellent lover!” Fleur’s head snapped towards Hermione. “Unless you have been with Cedric?” Hermione shook her head.

“For the record, I would pick you over Harry, you’re beautiful and he’s practically my brother.” Fleur bounced excitedly.

 “Ah! See I still have a chance to be above the rest.”

“Merlin Fleur! You’re going to kill me!” Bill flopped back on the bed and there was no hiding his excitement now. A coy look came over Fleur’s face.

“ ‘ermione? Do you know how to perform a contraceptive charm?” Hermione shook her head.

“No, Viktor was always the one who preformed it before.” And Ernie, she added silently.

“Would you like a practical demonstration, ‘ermione?” Bill went very still next to her.

“A-a Practical-? Wha-” Hermione blushed stuttering.

“I’m inviting you to join us in bed ‘ermione. If you don’t want to, we will just teach you the charm, give you the potion, and send you on your way. Your choice, our secret either way.” Bill groaned and covered his eyes but the tent in his pants and his lack of any true protestation revealed his true feelings.

“I would love a demonstration.” Bill sat up and the two of them quickly taught Hermione how to cast the charm.

“Now before we begin and forget, you’ll still have to take your potion because of last night. Just taking the potion tomorrow would have been enough but it’s best to know all your options.” Hermione nodded.

“Alright.” Fleur reached for her and gently pulled her in close. Fleur kissed her so sweetly; it was unlike any kiss she’d had before. Her lips were so soft, Hermione couldn’t help but reach up to cup Fleur’s breast. They were so beautiful, and she had wanted to do it since she had first seen her. Bill came up behind her and stroked his hands up and down her shoulders, nuzzling and kissing her neck. He gently removed and folded her glasses, setting them on the nightstand. His large hand wrapped around her waist and stroked softly at the skin above her sleep shorts. He rubbed small circles on her stomach and thigh.

“Hermione.” Bill whispered into her ear, but still loud enough for Fleur to hear. “Do you think it’s fair you’re the only one still wearing a shirt? Because I don’t.” He nuzzled his nose into the hair behind her ear.

“I think I can help with that.” Fleur murmured unbuttoning Hermione’s sleep shirt, kissing each newly exposed area on the way down. Bill slowly pushed it from her shoulders and turned her head up to kiss him. He reached around and cupped one breast in his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Fleur kissed her way back up and caught the other breast in her mouth.

Hermione slid her hand up and tangled it in his hair as he kissed down her neck. Hermione reached back with her other hand and wrapped her hand around his cock. He groaned and bit down on her collarbone as she began to stroke. Fleur had one hand slowly slipping into Hermione’s sleep shorts, the other on Hermione’s breast. She kissed her as she began gently stroking the folds. Hermione let out a breathy gasp fully surrounded by sensation.

They let Hermione ride the sensation out for a few moments before Bill slowly leaned her back into him. Fleur slipped Hermione’s bottoms off. Hermione leaned forward and kissed Fleur, leaning her back on her pillows and kissing her way down.

“I’ve never eaten another woman before, so you’ll have to give me feedback, alright?” Fleur laughed again, her joy like the ringing of church bells, calling everyone home.

“Just do what I do.” Bill said and licked a stripe up Hermione’s cunt.

“Oh!” Hermione called out in Surprise but repeated the action. Fleur moaned softly.

“Yes, just copy Bill, he is quite good.” Hermione did her best to copy Bill’s actions but found it like a game of telephone, but you couldn’t concentrate on the drawing because you were getting the best head you’d ever received. Fleur still seemed to enjoy it but not nearly as much as she was enjoying Bill. It wasn’t long before Hermione was shuddering her release while Fleur petted her face. She took a second to gain her composure while Bill and Fleur repositioned themselves. Bill lay back against the pillows and Fleur positioned herself above his face. She gestured for Hermione to come over and sit on Bill’s cock.  Hermione crawled over but remembered her earlier thought.

“Bill? Would you mind if I gave you head first? I think you may have the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen and I wanna put it in my mouth.” Bill swore softly.

“Hermione that was a very polite way to ask. You can absolutely put my dick in your mouth. And then I’m going to fuck both of you until you scream.” Fleur laughed and Hermione clenched her legs. Bill grinned at her; he could feel her clenching up as she straddled his thigh.

“Do you like dirty talk Hermione? I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type. Duly noted.” She quirked an eyebrow at him before leaning over and grasping his cock, giving it a few firm tugs while she sucked on his balls.

“Ah fuck, Hermione!” Bill’s hips stuttered. He grabbed Fleur’s ass and dragged her down onto his face. The more effort Hermione put into it, the more effort he put in. If she did something to make Bill’s hips stutter, Fleur would start moaning. When Hermione rubbed his balls in her hand, he slipped a finger in Fleur. If she slowed it down, so did he. If she sped it up, Fleur was practically vibrating. Fleur was soon falling apart on his face. She slipped off to take a moment to recover and suddenly Bill had popped her off of him and flipped her around on her hands and knees. He gripped her breast and held her back tightly against his chest and started plowing into her like a man possessed. His other hand was rubbing circles against her clit. He started whispering the filthiest things in her ear while he slammed into her. He forced her quickly over the edge once, twice, three times before finding his own release. After a few moments, Hermione got herself together enough to flip over. She saw Bill kneeling behind her still hard, stroking himself while waiting for the next round to begin.

Fleur crawled over and spread Hermione’s legs. She pulled her own knees in and lifted her butt, wiggling it at her boyfriend. He slipped in Fleur and leaned over her to paw at Hermione’s breast.

“Bill really likes to win in the bedroom. I mostly let him. But sometimes it’s fun to give him a bit of a fight like you did and make him earn his spot. He’s very competitive.” Fleur said while licking slow stripes up Hermione’s cunt. Fleur was much softer with eating out. Much more languid. She would often stop for a moment to moan or remark on something to Hermione. She quite liked it.

“Next time,” Bill grunted while grinding into his girl. “We can sixty-nine and see who holds out the longest. Fleur can be the judge.”

“And the prize!” She added clenching around Bill. He moaned his agreement. They all dissolved into a fit of giggles.

When Hermione got back to her room around nine, Hermione felt a lot better about where she was at. She felt a little guilty about running out on Sirius earlier, especially considering she had another man’s dick in her mouth less than an hour later. So, she decided he really did deserve a reward. She grabbed a towel, her toiletry bag, and her purse and headed for her bathroom.

Hermione was a little nervous, she’d never done this before. She reached into her purse and pulled out a little red camera. It was a magical polaroid she had bought last summer for the world cup. It’s not that she hadn’t taken spicy photos in the heat of the moment or in private before, but she had never taken them by herself with the explicit purpose of giving it to someone else. She took a deep breath, fixed her hair, set the camera on the counter, and hit the button. She gave the camera her best ‘fuck me’ eyes, which based on the past weekend must be awesome, and began to unbutton her top. The first photo popped out, she set it aside and hit the button again. She gave the camera a quick wiggle before gathering her shirt up and slowly dragging it up so her breasts plopped out the bottom. The second photo popped out the bottom, it joined the first as she reset the camera. She dropped her top on the floor and gave her breasts a little jiggle. She slowly rolled and pinched her nipple while staring at the camera. Third photo. She turned around and wiggled her hips, inching her shorts onto the floor. Fourth photo. She set a timer for the fifth photo, getting in the shower and turning it on. Soaping herself up, she leaned back against the wall of the shower and stroked between her legs, one leg bent against the shower wall, giving the camera a perfect view of her pussy. Photo five.

She gathered her hard work up in a nice little envelope and wrote REWARD nice and big on the outside. She slipped it under his door during lunch and went about her day.

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Sirius stalked out of the kitchen towards the room Remus had claimed as his own. He wasn’t angry at the witch for blowing him off, quite the opposite. He respected her for standing in her boundaries and the chase made him want her all the more. He could hear the werewolf snoring all the way down the hall. Sirius didn’t bother to knock and entered the room, jumping directly on his oldest friend’s bed.

“Merlin Sirius, what are you doing?” Remus groped for his wand on his bedside table. With a flick of his wand the time shone from the tip. He Groaned. “It’s six forty-five, Sirius. You couldn’t wait the fifteen minutes until I usually wake up?”

“We need the extra time to plan.” Sirius grinned and nudged Remus. “The little witch is several steps ahead of us and we need to catch up in order to come out with the upper hand.”

Remus grinned stupidly. “It’s not as bad as you think, letting her have the upper hand.”

Sirius smacked Remus’ chest. “It’s the principle of the thing!”

Remus laughed, tucking Sirius into his side. “Alright, what did you have in mind?”

“We tell her nothing. She clearly knows something,” Sirius punctuated this with a glare at the werewolf. “But we can still win if we double down like we haven’t done anything, and she has no proof.”

“First of all, she does have proof because someone left a box of our inventions in their spare room.” Remus copied Sirius’ pointed look. “Secondly, I’m not going to gaslight her when it’s much more fun to just give in and then we get naked.” Sirius crossed his arms, pouting. “Give it up mate, she’s got us right where she wants us, and I for one am happy with whatever she feels like doing with me.”

“I didn’t leave it in the spare room, it disappeared from my closet during one of Walburga’s ‘renovations.’ The best part of Azkaban was knowing that no matter what I would never have to deal with the shame of what would happen if the crazy old bat opened it.” They shared a look shivering at the conjured image. Remus’ wand chimed alerting them it was 7 O’Clock. He curled his arm around Sirius and kissed the top of his head before climbing out of the bed and silencing his alarm on the way to the bathroom.

“I have to have a conversation with Harry about his inheritance today.” Sirius sat up on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs. Remus walked out of the ensuite in his boxers, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He raised an eyebrow and gestured for Sirius to continue. “Hermione was brushing my hair today and I made a joke about Sleakeazys, and she had no idea Harry owns it. She is insistent that he doesn’t know about it either. I know that he shouldn’t have any hands-on involvement with any of his family’s businesses until he’s of age, but he should be aware of them! He is going to be completely ignorant of how to run a business by the time he is supposed to step in if he isn’t properly prepared. But I’m also worried this is too much to put on him alongside him being the ‘chosen one’ and the business with Voldemort last year. I know I have to tell him, but I don’t know how much or what I should say. What do you think?” Sirius looked up at Remus imploringly, wringing his hands.

Remus ducked back into the bathroom and finished brushing his teeth. He came out a few minutes later with a thoughtful expression on his face. “Tell him everything, that boy has had enough of people keeping things from him. He’s burning with anger he doesn’t understand and has been kept in the dark all summer. Plus think of what Hermione will do to you if you try and keep it to yourself.” They shared another look.

“What I don’t understand is why he doesn’t already know? Why hasn’t he been contacted by the lawyer handling the Potter’s estate? Why hasn’t Dumbledore told him? Is it intentional or was he just accidentally kept in the dark?” Sirius shook his head in disbelief, half talking to himself.

“That’s definitely something we’ll have to look into. For now, let’s just focus on supporting Harry and making sure he’s not left in the dark anymore.” Sirius nodded his head. They remained quiet, both lost in thought as they headed downstairs.

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When Harry came downstairs for breakfast, Sirius called him over.

“After breakfast, instead of helping with the cleaning, I need your help working on a special project, ok?” Harry’s eyes lit up and he beamed at his godfather.

“Sure Sirius! Whatever you need!” Harry rejoined the others at the table and Sirius chuckled watching Ron bemoan his lack of companions.

When breakfast was finished, Sirius led Harry out to the shed.

“I figured you and I could work on my motorbike and have a chat, how does that sound?” Harry nodded excitedly and began wheeling the bike out into the workspace while Sirius grabbed his toolbox.

Sirius just let Harry talk for a while, intermittingly interrupting to give directions. Harry talked about the nightmares from the graveyard, about his feelings of isolation that he hadn’t felt since Dobby stole his letters before second year, and that he was so mad at Dumbledore and confused why he would tell his friends not to talk to him. Then he felt guilty for being angry with him because Dumbledore had always been there for him, but then he’d feel abandoned and would get angry again. He felt trapped in this cycle of bad feelings that was only made worse by Dumbledore avoiding him.

Sirius tried advising and consoling Harry as best he could, but he truly felt out of his depth here. He was able to sympathize with Harry’s feelings, having had many similar ones himself whilst in Azkaban, but he didn’t think his method of ‘Identify who you think is most to blame and hunt them down with the intention of murdering them and finally earning the time you wasted rotting in prison’ was the right advice for Harry. He couldn’t help wishing, as he often did, that Lily and James were there. James always knew what to say, whether it was to make you feel better or get them out of trouble, James knew exactly what you needed to hear. And Lily, ever practical, always had good advice and would help you come up with solutions that would actually help. Sirius felt all he was good for was chaos. That he was included because his friends were kind, not because he had anything particularly helpful to offer. Maybe he should let Remus tell him. No. I’m his godfather, I’ll tell him. Sirius had a moment where all his confidence returned. Everyone had failed Harry for years, But Sirius didn’t want to be one of them. I may not have much to offer, but I can devote my time to being the best damn godfather I can be.

“Harry, I want you to know, whenever you need to talk to me about something, whether it’s private or you are just craving some one-on-one time, all you need to say is ‘let’s go work on the bike.’ No matter what I’m doing, I’ll drop it and we can come out here and talk, yeah?” Harry looked up from where he was polishing a rim and grinned. Sirius heart panged as he was reminded of his best friend. Harry really didn’t smile all that often.

“Yeah, alright. Thanks Sirius.” Harry resumed polishing a small smile on his face.

“That being said, I need to talk to you about something important.” Harry looked up.

“Yeah? What is it?” Sirius took a deep breath and just dove in.

“It’s about your inheritance.” Harry scrunched up his face in confusion.

“You mean the vault? Hagrid took me to that when I was a first year. I’ve got my own key and everything.” Sirius sighed and rubbed a hand down his face.

“No not your parents’ vault. Has anyone talked to you about this before?” Harry shook his head. “Alright this should be fun. The vault you gained access to when you started school was your parents’ personal vault. It contains just your parents’ personal amassed wealth. This included all the wages earned from being aurors and the inheritance Lily received when her parents passed. There is more to your inheritance than that. We are going to have to track down the lawyer handling your parents’ estate- or I guess you and Remus will because I’m a wanted felon,” He grinned at Harry trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t work. Harry looked mostly confused and a little angry. Sirius continued.

“At the very least there is your grandparents vault, James’ parents, and various properties. Because James’ parents died during the war, he and Lily didn’t have a chance to combine the vaults before they died. The properties include the cottage in Godric’s Hollow and Potter Manor, where I spent many summers growing up. Your grandparents were also involved in several businesses and held various patents. When you speak with the lawyer, they can give you more details but the one that is important and probably generating the most revenue is Sleakeazys. Your grandfather invented and patented Sleakeazys and someone has been running it in your stead whilst you come of age.” Sirius paused to give Harry a moment to process. Harry looked overwhelmed.

“Hey now, come here.” Sirius drew Harry into a hug. “We don’t have to figure all this out right now. I know you have a lot on your plate right now. But I didn’t want you to turn seventeen and be bombarded and feel underprepared for the responsibilities you will be taking over. Nothing has to be decided right now.” Sirius squeezed Harry a little tighter and just held him for a moment. Sirius drew back and looked at Harry.

“Okay?” Harry nodded, taking a deep breath.

“I’m okay.” Sirius grinned at him.

“Worst case scenario and everything goes to shit, you’re still rich, you’re still the savior of the wizarding world, and you’re still good looking, yeah?” Harry burst out laughing, Sirius joining in a moment later. Harry wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

“Thanks Sirius, you always know what to say!” Sirius stopped laughing sitting stunned for a moment. Did he just say- Harry didn’t notice the change in Sirius.

“I’d better get inside and help clean. Ron’ll go mental if I’m gone much longer, his mum paired him with the twins for cleaning and they’ll be sure to play pranks on him.” Harry hugged his still stunned godfather obliviously. “Thanks for telling me Sirius. I’ll see you at dinner.” This shook the older man out of his stupor a bit and he hugged his Godson back tightly.

“Yeah, see you later Harry.”

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Fifteen minutes later when Remus came to check on Sirius out in the shed, Sirius was still a blubbering mess as he recounted the story of what happened.

“Let’s get you showered, and you can tell me all about your conversation with Harry. You’re covered in grease.”

Sirius pulled himself together and the two of them headed back to his room, while he explained how he’d been feeling and why Harry saying that had meant so much to him. Sirius stripped off the grease-stained clothes and began tying his hair up so he could shower when Remus picked up something from the floor.

“Looks like you’ve got a letter.” Remus handed the envelope to Sirius who tore it open without looking. Remus gathered the clothes Sirius had scattered into the hamper while Sirius tore into the envelope. Sirius froze looking at the contents.

“Mate you alright?” Sirius didn’t respond. Remus tried again. “What’s it say?” Sirius didn’t move. Remus touched him on the shoulder and Sirius shrieked, tossing the contents of the envelope onto the floor.

“Merlin, Sirius! You’re going to give me a heart attack! What’s got you so spooked.” Sirius looked like he was still trying to reboot. Remus shook his head and picked up what Sirius had dropped. He looked at the four photographs in his hands and froze. Fingers slowly unbuttoning a blouse, rolling over a pink nipple, the shake of her hips as they wriggled free of her shorts, the perfect O her lips formed as she slipped her fingers deep inside. Slowly their eyes met. Without further discussion they raced across the room, stripping as they went. Remus tapped each image with his wand enlarging them and enchanting them to float in front of them. They sat on opposite ends of Sirius’ couch staring at the images, palming their crotches.

“Morgana’s tits she’s so hot.” Sirius groaned gripping himself tightly. “God the way her mind works is so fucking wicked. Not only is she brilliant and witty, she’s dirty as sin.” Remus grunted in agreement slowly pumping himself while he focused on her wriggling hips. Sirius liked to look at the photo of her playing with her breasts, eyes confidently staring down the camera.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.” Remus panted.

“What had a wank?” Sirius looked incredulously at his friend.

“Had a wank with a mate, yeah.” Remus turned towards him. “It’s nice, been awhile.” Sirius laughed.

“You always preferred wanking together. I wonder if it’s a wolf thing. Pack mentality and all that.” Sirius grinned at him, clearly joking.

“Why you-“ Remus lunged at him, wrestling with him for a moment before they fell back laughing and catching their breaths. “Do you remember doing this with James to Lily’s photos?” Remus reached over stroking his hands down Sirius’ belly. Sirius shivered in anticipation which Remus took as a sign to continue. Remus gripped him lightly stroking a few times before leaning over and mouthing at his balls.

“Fuck!” Sirius bucked his hips covering his eyes with his forearm and slipping the other hand into Remus’ sandy hair. “Yeah, Lily had the greatest tits. She was so mad when she found out! She made us each give her ten orgasms before we were allowed to touch ourselves again!”

Remus laughed. “She made James give her fifty.” Sirius cracked up.

“I didn’t know that!” He gently tugged on the sandy hair in his grasps, guiding Remus back to his cock. “This is what I’m talking about! We have all this experience and we’re going to let her run the show? Nah mate we have to come up with a plan.” Remus hollowed his cheeks and began to really work for it. Only after he had Sirius bucking into him wildly as he finished did Remus reply, wiping the cum from his lips.

“You may be right.” Remus stood up and lifted a leg onto the arm rest of the couch, motioning for Sirius to get to work. Remus looked thoughtful while he grabbed the other mans face and began fucking into Sirus’ mouth with reckless abandon. “What do you remember being in the box?” Remus pulled out pumping himself while Sirius caught his breath.

“I know that the box had the prototypes for the glasses, the sleep mask, and the bath bomb in there. She came downstairs wearing the scrunchie James created but I’m not sure what else is inside.” Remus looked at the photo of Hemione in the shower, knuckle deep in her own pussy, clutching her breast like a lifeline as pleasure coursed through her. He slowly grinned and pulled out of Sirius’ mouth. “I know exactly what we are going to do.” Remus chuckled as he finished on the dark haired man’s face.

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Sirius and Remus weren’t at dinner. Hermione tried to act natural, but she was strung tighter than a bowstring. Harry had to ask her to pass the salt three times before she snapped out of it. She couldn’t focus on the story Ginny was telling at dinner, whatever it was had the rest of the table cracking up. When pudding rolled around Hermione practically leapt out of her chair making excuses about sugar being bad for the teeth and her parents being dentists. As she all but fled the table she heard Ron murmuring to Harry.
“What’s with Mione? She’s acting funny.”
Hermione brushed off their comments and headed towards her room. She didn’t know where the marauders had gone or what they were up to, but she needed to get upstairs and prepare for their meeting. They were planning something, and she had to be ready for anything. She hurried into her room and shut the door, taking a minute to lean against it and calm herself down. She opened her eyes and was grateful for that moment because what she saw made her want to walk right back out.
Sirius and Remus were there, sitting on the couch, matching cheshire grins. Their presence was actually the lowest on the list of freakouts. The couch they were sitting on hadn’t been there before, in fact the whole room was different. If they hadn’t been waiting for her, she would have assumed she’d walked into the wrong room altogether. Hermione pushed off the door and tried to find her voice.
“You’ve… redecorated.” Sirius leapt from the couch and grasped her hands in his own, kissing the knuckles of each hand without breaking eye contact. His smoldering gaze knocked her off balance and left her breathless.
“I can’t wait to show you what I’ve done-” Remus cleared his throat loudly. “I mean, what we’ve done with the place. Come, let me show you.” Hermione let herself be led around the room while Sirius pointed out all the upgrades he’d made. Gone was her simple bedroom and twin bed. In its place was a set of rooms, including a sitting room, a solar, a kitchen, a master and guest bedroom, and a small library. Sirius led her excitedly to the back of the library, where a small door awaited.
“This is my favorite part.” If Sirius had been in dog form, his tail would be wagging. He gestured to the door excitedly. “Go on, open it.” Hermione laughed as Sirius practically shook from excitement. She pushed open the door and her smile fell. On the other side of the door, was Sirius’ room. “That isn’t even the best part!” Sirius blurted out. He hurried forward and shut the door. He turned the knob above the handle and opened the door. Remus’ room was now where Sirius’ had been but a moment before. Hermione’s brow furrowed, her curiosity overwhelming her apprehension.
“Wait, the destination changes? How does that work? Where else does it lead?” Hermione stepped up to investigate, turning the knob to the next setting, and closing and reopening the door. Now the library stared back at her.
“There are only the three destinations for now, but we can add more if you’d like. Any room in the house. One of the quirks of Grimmauld place is that the Master and Mistress of the house have control over the layout, rooms, room shapes, I can change it whenever I want.” Sirius grinned and looked like a little kid waiting for his teacher to praise him on a job well done. Hermione made a mental note to look into this more later and shut the door. She went to turn the knob back and hesitated.
“So, we just have free access to one another’s rooms now?” Hermione asked lightly. Sirius laughed.
“No. You have access, we don’t. The doorway is one way, unless you use the key, which only you have.” Hermione sighed in relief. Sirius guided her around the room pointing out some of the more subtle changes they made, including a crown molding that depicted various scenes of Crookshanks. She listened intently but her eyes kept straying back towards the couches where Remus sat patiently waiting. His ankle was hooked over his knee again, which was so frustratingly sexy. His arm stretched over the side of his chair, he swirled his glass of bourbon absentmindedly, eyes tracking her as Sirius played tour guide. She felt like an injured antelope, being stalked by the hungry lion. She bit her lip and he grinned.
“Sirius.” Remus’ voice was gentle but left little room for argument. “Show her the rest later, come have a seat and let us begin.” Hermione gulped and Sirius guided her back to the seating area. He plopped into a large circular armchair, pulling her down with him, and settling her in his lap. If she wasn’t so turned on, she might have protested being bossed around and manhandled like this. But Sirius’ fingers were drawing circles on her thigh, and she could feel the firm muscle of his chest against her back making her mind flash back to the dream, so she decided to let it go and enjoy the feeling of him holding her.
Remus stood and tapped the coffee table with his wand. The table expanded and grew taller, giving Remus a display table. Remus took a sip of his bourbon and set the glass down- in midair. This thoroughly distracted Hermione to the point she didn’t even notice him walking away and returning with the chest. Remus began speaking but she wasn’t listening, distracted by the glass.
Why not just set it on the table? That seems like a waste of magical energy. He didn’t even cast a spell. Did he use a nonverbal as well as not using his wand? Or was it the glass that was enchanted? If that’s not a thing, it should be. I’ll have to keep that in mind for later. Hermione was startled out of her thoughts by a sharp pain on her shoulder.
“Ow!” She turned to look at Sirius who was licking the spot on her shoulder. “Did you just bite me?” Sirius grinned and flashed his teeth at her.
“Pay attention Kitten, the teacher’s losing his patience.”
Hermione blinked a few times and shook the thoughts from her head turning to look at Remus who was staring at her thoughtfully.
“What had you so distracted, Hermione?” The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine, but she ignored them.
“It’s your drink. Why wouldn’t you just place it on the table?” As soon as the words left her mouth the cup crashed to the floor and Sirius laughed. Remus turned beet red. Sirius gathered himself enough to answer while Remus vanished the mess.
“He does it subconsciously, love, he gets so focused on tasks that he just sets his cup down wherever and as soon as someone brings attention to it, he loses his subconscious focus on the spell and it drops. Oh man, this one time, we were working on a prank and Lily walked in and mentioned it and Remus’ butterbeer dropped and spilled all over James’ head. Lily called him butter boy for months!” Sirius’ laughed even harder, squeezing her tight as he did so. Remus cleared his throat loudly and Sirius reigned it in.
“As I was saying,” Remus shot them a glare that had them both suppressing giggles. “This is the chest where you found the glasses, correct?” Hermione dutifully nodded her head and pretended not to notice Sirius drawing patterns on her thigh with his fingers. Remus gently laid out the contents of the chest in a line on the table. The sleep mask, the scrunchie, a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs, a few potion bottles, a bath bomb, a pair of earrings, and a tube of lipstick. Remus waved his hand over the array of objects.
“You want to know everything there is to know about these, correct?” Hermione nodded and Remus grinned darkly. “We’ve decided we aren’t going to tell you.” Remus grinned triumphantly. Hermione began to protest but Sirius leaned in and pressed his face close to her ear, his breath tickling her neck.
“But we are willing to show you.” Sirius explained. Hermione burst out laughing. The two men looked confused and maybe a little hurt.
“Sorry, sorry.” Hermione took a second to catch her breath. She wiped her eyes and turned so she could see both men. “Go on, show me then.” The two men pouted for a second about her laughing at them, but they quickly got over it as they began their demonstration. She smiled as they talked animatedly. This is the real marauders, excited boys who loved creating. Everything else was just the war.
Remus picked up the handcuffs and tossed them to Sirius. Sirius caught them nimbly, reminding Hermione that he was a quidditch player. She turned towards Sirius, so they were sitting cross legged across from one another on the large chair. Remus came and sat on the arm of the chair, leaning against the back. He had a new glass of bourbon in his hand and stared at Hermione heatedly over the rim. She turned her attention to Sirius as he started his explanation.
“These are consent cuffs. We aren’t interested in any of our products being used in unsavory ways, so these have some special features. Go ahead, try and lock them on me.” Hermione took the cuffs from Sirius and tried to clasp them on his wrists. The cuffs wouldn’t close, she even tried a few locking spells, but nothing worked to keep the cuffs in place. “Now give them here.” Sirius grabbed the cuffs, tapped them with his wand and said, “My safe word is quidditch.” He handed her the cuffs again. “Now try.” Hermione successfully clicked them over his wrists. Sirius grinned and winked at her, she could feel her face flush.
“Now all he has to do is say his safe word, and they will fall off.” Remus explained, gesturing for Sirius to do so.
“Quidditch.” The cuffs fell right off Sirius’ wrists and into his lap.
“And to lock them back on his wrists he needs to reset the safe word. Sirius tapped the cuffs again and muttered chaser. “Now if I were to silence him magically,” Remus did so with a flick of his wand. “Or gag him, or otherwise occupy his mouth.” Remus pressed his thumb against Sirius’ lips and Sirius gently bit his thumb before Remus pulled his hand away. All Sirius would have to do is think his safe word and they would fall off. The cuffs fell into his lap again. And Remus continued.
“Using memory charms, love potions, the imperius, or any other substance that impairs your decision-making skills will cause the cuffs to not lock or fall off.” Sirius smacked his leg and gestured to himself impatiently. “Oh right, sorry.” Remus lifted the silencing spell.
“They also come off if you pass out.” Sirius explained. Remus looked like he wanted to ask but then shook his head and grabbed the next item.
“This,” He held up one of the potion vials. “Is a pheromone perfume.” He summoned a second, empty, vial and leaned over to pluck a hair from Sirius’ head.
“Hey!” He protested, rubbing his scalp. Remus ignored him and continued. He poured out some of the potion and swirled in Sirius hair. The clear liquid turned a deep merlot. He gave a sideways glance at Hermione. “It’s kinda like if you mixed Amortentia and Polyjuice together.”
He poured a little out and rubbed it on both of wrists and then leaned over and rubbed a little on Hermione’s. She held her wrist out for Sirius and watched as his pupils expanded and his nostrils flare and he inhaled deeply. She pulled her hand away and rubbed her wrist against her neck and quirked a finger at Sirius. He growled low in his throat advancing on her. He grabbed her legs and pulled her under him. She squeaked.
Sirius growled low again and inhaled deeply at her throat. He cradled her head in his hand and began sucking on the spot right below her jaw. He made quick work of the buttons on her blouse. Hermione moaned as he began kissing, sucking, and nipping his way down her neck and chest. He didn’t bother removing her shirt or unclasping her bra, he just yanked her cups down below her breasts. He kisses her deeply as he palms one, pinching and rolling her nipple as she gasps into his mouth. She grinds down against his thigh which has made it’s way between her legs. He moves the hand from her breast to unbuckle her jeans, the other hand remains cradling her head. Before he can unzip them, Remus cleared his throat again. They break contact and look up at him. “Can we get back to it please?” Sirius huffs and sits up, righting Hermione’s bra. He pulls her up and back into his lap, facing Remus. He wraps his arms tightly around her and lays his chin on her shoulder so he can nuzzle and smell her. One hand is still firmly holding a breast, while the other is wrapped around her bent knee. Remus grinned and playfully rolled his eyes.
“That should wear off in an hour or two. It has a stronger effect on us canines, so be careful when you use it on us.” He grinned.
“Hurry up.” Sirius growled, pulling Hermione closer. Hermione wiggled her butt up and down against him a few times making Sirius groan.
“Patience love.” She grinned as he grasped her hips holding her still and gestured for Remus to continue. He held up the tube of lipstick.
“This is just a prototype, and we haven’t got it quite right yet, but it helps deter the effects of Veritaserum.” He had Hermione’s full attention now, her interested piqued.
“How does it work?” Hermione opened the tube of lipstick, investigating it. She smelled it and swatch tested it on the back of her hand.
“We broke down the ingredients of Veritaserum and tried to use ingredients that would counteract the specific ingredients rather than the potion as a whole.” Hermione’s eyes glittered and Remus could see her mind beginning to churn.
“I wonder-“she muttered getting lost in thought. Remus grabbed the lipstick from her and holds up the bath bomb.
“This is for aftercare it helps rejuvenate you and loosens your muscles, prevents swelling, etc.”
“That was my idea.” Sirius whispered into my ear before gently biting the shell.
“The earrings are actually just a pair of Marlene’s, the idea was that they would help deter memory charms, but we are a ways away from achieving that.” Remus tossed them aside almost carelessly and she could feel Sirius stiffen underneath her. She gently rubbed Sirius’ arm and snuggled tighter until she felt his body relax.
“And you’ve already heard about the scrunchie.” Sirius said, reaching around her to snag it, twisting it into his hair. “But now I get to show you my favorite part of the sleep mask.” Sirius flicked his wand, and the lights dimmed.
Remus swirled his wand over the mask three times. He touched the wand to the center and slowly pulled up, a purple luminous smoky substance trailing it. Remus flicked it in the air and cried “Somnia Manifesta!” The smoke began to take shape before them, almost like a large screen. Figures emerged from the smoke, and she watched as Remus chased her around the library, fucking her into the carpet. She squirmed while watching him carry her up the stairs effortlessly, mystery hands cupping her. Her snuggled form as the bed transformed into a couch, and Sirius arms. She turned and looked at Sirius then watching his eyes light up and longing take over his face. The scene transformed again, and she was positioned between the two men, as they lined up their cocks to enter her together. Sirius behind her whispering in her ear, Remus in front of her, biting at her breasts.
She was so focused on Sirius she barely noticed Remus sliding her blouse down her shoulders, her bra quickly following. Sirius noticed. He mumbled a quick finite incantum and leaned back watching as Remus pulled her hair to one side kissing down her neck. He rubbed his hands gently down her arms and reached for the button of her jeans. She lifted her hips and allowed the werewolf to slide them down her legs, her eyes focused on Sirius. She maintained eye contact with him as she moved to the bed getting on her hands and knees, wiggling her hips as he gulped. She shifted her attention to Remus and kissed him slowly. She leaned forward, arcing her back. Hermione pulled his zipper down and released his cock, taking a moment to just admire it.
“I still can’t believe how big you are.” She giggled, giving a few tugs, Remus groaned and bucked his hips. She licked up the side and gave the head a sloppy kiss.
“It’s a werewolf thing, all of us are big.” Hermione hummed as she slid the massive member fully into her mouth. There were still two fist lengths below what she could fit.
“You should see it when he’s transformed, he’s bloody massive.” Hermione nearly choked. She bobbed her head twice before pulling off with a pop.
“Hang on I’ve seen him transformed and no offense, but I didn’t see anything.” Hermione looked over her shoulder at Sirius who had now come to stand behind her. He caressed the cheek of her ass and gave it a nice squeeze.
“It grows.” He said at the same time as Remus growled. Hermione chuckled and gave him a few tugs.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m still plenty impressed by your butterbeer bottle.” She gave him a cheeky wink before taking him back into her mouth. She had barely sunk down when Remus tugged on her hair pulling her back up and making her look at him. He leaned in close and growled again.
“I’m not worried about what you think of my size, you should be glad you didn’t see it.” He snarled, holding her hair tighter. “I hadn’t taken my potion that night so if you had seen it, it would be because I wanted a mate. I would have bitten you and fucked you bloody. And ever full moon after, when you were forced to transform with me, I’d mount you all night long whether you liked it or not because I wouldn’t be able to help it, so be glad you didn’t see it.” He spat. Hermione knows that although he was trying to scare her, he was also telling the truth. So, she felt extra guilty when she shivered. Remus smacked her hard on the ass. “Don’t you dare be turned on by that. Are we clear?” He pulled her hair, so she had to look at him again.
“Yes sir.” she said blinking innocently at him. Remus shook his head in frustration and pushed her head back down to his dick. She chuckled and resumed the work she’d been doing.
“He’s a little touchy about the whole thing.” Sirius mock whispered. “But I have pictures, I’ll show you later.” Remus groaned and covered his face with his hands. Hermione grabbed one of his hands and threaded it back in her hair, letting Remus control the pace. She let him guide her, but her thoughts kept straying back to his other form. Well, I know what dream I’m going to have next time I wear the sleep mask.
Sirius rubbed himself against her entrance, coating his cock in slick. He reached around and slid two fingers inside her, curling to work the bundle of nerves inside her while he thrust between her cheeks. Hermione’s thighs shook as he stroked that spot inside her and she gagged a little as Remus thrust a little, as if to say pay attention to what you’re doing. Hermione renewed her efforts even as she clenched around Sirius’ fingers, quaking as she inched closer to orgasm. Suddenly, his fingers were gone, his tip prodding at her entrance.
“You cum on my cock or not at all tonight kitten.” She groaned as her pressed inside, the rumble in her throating sending vibrations through Remus, making his hips stutter. He grabbed her head with both hands and slowly pushed, making her eyes water and throat burn. Sirius reached around and applied a gentle pressure to her throat, which surprisingly made taking in Remus’ girth a little easier. She clenched around Sirius in response, and he swore softly.
“Remus.” Sirius held out his other hand, the hand that had been inside her, to the sandy haired man. “doesn’t she smell odd?” Hermione made an indignant noise as Remus smelled Sirius’ fingers. She almost choked as Remus took them in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out and pulling off them with a pop.
“She tastes different too, who have you been playing with love?” Remus purred seductively, gently tilting her chin so she would look him in the eye. Instead of answering, Hermione gently pressed her fingers against the sensitive spot behind his balls and hummed.
“Oh fuuuuck.” Remus’ hips stuttered and she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue before swallowing him farther. Sirius smacked her on the ass, jolting her a little. He repositioned her so that every time he thrust his cock dragged along her sensitive spots inside. She keened wriggling back on his cock. Remus and Sirius perfectly timed their thrusts, alternating who was inside her. Sirius flicked at her clit, grinned triumphantly at Remus, as he felt her tumble over the edge.
Hermione released Remus as she orgasmed, taking a moment as she caught her breath. She rested her head against the thigh of the leg Remus had bent on the bed. Her hands were clenched around his hip and ass, she hung off him like a buoy in a storm as Sirius tried to push her over the edge a second time.
“Cum on my face Remus.” She said while looking up at him with hooded eyes through her lashes. Remus clenched the base of his cock and groaned. She grabbed one hand and squeezed it around her breast. “Cum on me, mark your territory, make me smell like you so everyone knows who I belong to.” Moaning, Remus fucked his fist, squeezing her breast harshly. It didn’t take long for him to finish, spurts of white hot cum covering her face and chest. She sat up so her back was against Sirius’ chest. She stared Remus down as she rubbed his cum into her chest, circling her nipples. Remus groaned and kissed her before falling back on the bed spent. Hermione chuckled softly before turning to look at Sirius who had gentled his thrusts, patiently waiting his turn for her attention.
She reached back and tangled her hand in his hair, kissing him deeply. She leaned her forehead against his, closing her eyes and taking a moment to just enjoy the feeling of him slowly thrusting inside her. She kissed him languidly, Sirius responded to a much gentler treatment than Remus. She pulled back from the kiss just barely, their lips still touching.
“I want you to come inside me.” She whispered against his lips, but it felt like she was whispering into his soul. She could feel him spasm inside her. She kissed him again and rolled her hips, guiding him towards his orgasm. He didn’t last much longer, and he came as she squeezed tightly around him. She popped off him and guided him to lay down as she stroked him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, before snuggling between them and casting nox.
“Why do I feel like she still got the upper hand?” Sirius grumbled, throwing an arm over Hermione’s stomach.
“Because you’re a dog and my cunt is your leash.” She mumbled, already on the brink of sleep. Remus barked out a laugh and placed his arm below Sirius’, curling his hand around the other man’s elbow, holding them both.
“Laugh all you want, but we’re both dogs on her leash.” Sirius teased.
“I’m no dog, I’m a wolf.” Remus flashed his teeth but his tone was full of mirth.
“What’s a wolf, but a grumpy dog?” Hermione grumbled sleepily, smushed comfortably between them. “Now go to sleep, before I get out actual leashes.” The boys laughed and tucked in close to her, all drifting off quickly.