Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Hermione/Sirius/Remus
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 978

Notes:

30 Day OT3 Competition/Challenge: Day 2 - In a Rush

Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Haunter - Gold - Write about a haunted location.

Greek Mythology Category Competition: Deimos: Write a fic with horror for a genre

Hogwarts Writing Club:(970-1,030 words) Sneeze

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: [Writing Club!] The Word Prompt Express - Prompt Used – 324. Flower

Hermione was in a rush. She walked into the so-called haunted house, ignoring the dead flowers by the door.

"Hello?" she called hesitantly.

There was no answer.

She was afraid to step inside, but she knew she had to force herself. Remus and Sirius were somewhere in there, and she was a Gryffindor. Nothing was going to keep her away from her lovers, especially tales of the house being haunted.

After all, people thought the Shrieking Shack was haunted, and only a few select people knew the truth.

This house was probably the same thing. A rumor that ran wild, and Hermione was never one to listen to rumors.

She carefully walked into the entry hall, staring at the stairs. "Hello?" she called up them.

There was no actual answer, but a wind blew through the house, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin as she shivered. She rubbed her arms, wishing the cold feeling away.

She swallowed and stepped on the rickety steps, wincing at the noise it made. She wasn't sure how safe the staircase was, but she didn't let that stop her as she ascended to the second floor.

She opened the door of the first room she came to, but it was empty.

A cold sensation filled her, and she felt something behind her. She turned away and screamed at the sight of the Dementor. She never saw one in person, but she knew what they looked like based on a description she read in a Defense book.

The head came forward and she gripped her wand, shouting, "Protego!"

It did no good against the creature, though. She knew there was an effective way to defend against them, but for the life of her, she couldn't remembered how to.

The head came closer, and she saw a big, gaping hole where the mouth should be. Her knees felt weak as all of her bad memories were brought to the forefront of her mind.

"Help me," she whispered plaintively, but she thought she was done for.

Suddenly, a loud scream of "Expecto Patronum," sounded and the creature was gone.

Hermione fell to her knees and two pairs of arms quickly wrapped around her.

"Hermione?" Remus and Sirius asked simultaneously.

"I'm okay," she whispered. She looked from Remus to Sirius. "I guess the house really is haunted. Not by ghosts, though. "

She looked at them and noticed Sirius's guilty look.

Her eyes narrowed. "Why were you two here anyways? I thought for sure you would stay far away from wherever Dementors were."

"Sirius, you want to tell Hermione why we were here?" Remus encouraged.

Sirius sighed. "I'm scared of Dementors, and when I heard about them gathering here, I thought I could come and get over my fear. Instead, Remus ended up rescuing me, and you got put into danger because of my foolishness. I'm so sorry."

"Why not tell me what you were planning?" Hermione asked, not angry but curious.

"I thought you would try to talk me out of it. I didn't even tell Remus, but he suspected something and followed me. How did you know we were here?"

"Narcissa told me, but now I can't help but wonder if she hoped I would get kissed."

"I wouldn't put it pass the bitch," Sirius muttered darkly.

Hermione rested a hand on both of their hearts. She pressed one kiss to Remus's cheek, and then another kiss to Sirius's cheek. "Let's get out of here. Before another one comes back."

The three of them quickly made their way out of the house. Hermione's legs were still a bit unsteady, so she stayed between her men. When they were outside in the sunshine, Hermione breathed deeply.

"Are you angry at me?" Sirius asked.

She looked at him. "No, I'm hurt that you didn't trust me, but I feel a little better knowing you didn't trust Remus either. At least I know it's not just me that was left out of the loop."

Remus hugged Hermione from behind. "You might not be angry, Hermione, but I am. Sirius, you put yourself in danger because you couldn't stand being scared of something. Did you even stop to think about Hermione and me? Did you think about what your being kissed would have done to us? Did we factor in on your decision to come here at all?"

Sirius looked at the floor. "I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say."

"You can say, 'Next time, I won't make such a foolish decision without talking to the two of you first.'"

Sirius looked into Remus's eyes, and then Hermione's eyes. "Next time, I won't make such a foolish decision without talking to the two of you first."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Well, it's a start, but I think you should sleep on the couch tonight."

"Do I get a say in that?" Hermione asked, not wanting to be away from either of her lovers for the whole night. She was about to voice that sentiment when a sneeze came from nowhere, shaking her body.

Remus laughed, brushing Hermione's hair out of her eyes. "Of course you have a say, but first, I think we should get you home. Your body feels a bit chilled, probably because of you close encounter with the Dementor.

"Great. Another thing to feel guilty about," Sirius muttered.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself. We have to get Hermione home and into a hot bath.

Sirius nodded, and they each took her hand. She was too drowsy to fight them and complain about being treated like a better, and she knew things weren't completely fixed, especially on Remus's side, but at least the three of them were together. And they were all alive. That was what really mattered.

And she would make sure that no one would be sleeping on the couch that night.