This story is dedicated to Firefly.

Pairing: Hermione/Remus/Sirius

Silver Lining

When faced with life altering news, Hermione takes drastic action. Little does she know that it will be the start of a new chapter with not one but two men.

Every cloud has a silver lining means that you should never feel hopeless because difficult times always lead to something better.

Sirius tightened his hold around his bed-mate, shifting his body closer. Any distance between them was too much, in his opinion. His fingers traced over the man's stomach, slowly working lower as he leaned in, his lips caressing his neck.

"Sirius?" the man murmured, shifting back into Sirius' embrace, his breath catching as he felt the hardness pressing against his back. Sirius smirked, placing another kiss to his neck.

"Morning, Love," Sirius whispered back, his fingers moving lower still. "You're looking good enough to eat."

"You say that every morning," came the reply. "You're insatiable!"

"Not my fault. You bring this out in me," Sirius whispered. "But if you want me to stop…" Sirius began moving his hand, but a hand grabbed his, holding it in place.

"Fine, I'm insatiable too. Just don't stop touching me."

"I wasn't planning on stopping. Get on your back."

"So romantic," the man muttered, giving Sirius a fond look as he rolled onto his back and put his arms behind his head.

Sirius crawled down the bed and settled between his lover's thighs. He leaned forward, his lips finding a freshly healed scar. He placed a soft kiss to the skin, before following the scar lower. His tongue darted out, tracing it and earning a gasp.

He smirked as his lips found a hard erection and he eyed it eagerly before bringing his lips down, causing the man on the bed to moan softly.

"Sirius? Remus?" The shout was followed by a loud knock at the door.

"Harry? Can you…" Remus gasped, pushing Sirius away slightly and turning his head towards the closed door, thankful that Harry hadn't just walked in. "Can you just start on breakfast or something? We'll come downstairs when we're… we're up."

"Or more precise, when Remus is down," Sirius called. There was no reply, just the sound of Harry running down the hall in his attempt to get away from the door as quickly as possible. Sirius turned his attention back to Remus. "Now, where were we?" he asked, licking his lips and moving his gaze down Remus' body.

"I think you were right here," Remus murmured, reaching for Sirius' face and guiding his lips back down.

...oOo…

A little while later, Sirius and Remus headed to the kitchen to find Harry serving up the food. His cheeks were red and he couldn't look them both in the eye.

"Well, at least you've learnt to knock," Sirius said, grinning widely as he dropped down into his chair. Remus headed to the counter to make some tea, looking extremely satisfied.

"Yeah well, I've learnt my lesson," Harry replied, not wanting to think back to the few times he hadn't knocked on closed doors in Grimmauld Place, which led him to seeing parts of Remus and Sirius that he could have gone his whole life without seeing.

"We weren't expecting you so early today. Is something the matter?" Remus asked, offering Harry a change of subject.

"I got an owl from my friend in France," Harry said, choosing not to mention what he had heard on the other side of the bedroom door. "I think she needs a friend to talk to. She wanted me to firecall, but I think she needs me there. I'm getting a portkey in a couple of hours."

"Is this the one you met from Beauxbatons?" Remus asked curiously.

Harry nodded, "Hermione isn't the type to ask for help. I got the impression that she needed some support."

"How long are you going for?" Sirius asked.

"A couple of weeks," Harry replied. "It's all I could get off from the hospital on such short notice."

Sirius grinned. "Does Draco know you're going to stay with someone?"

"Malfoy? What has… he has nothing to do with this!" Harry stated, his eyes moving away from them once more. "Draco is only a colleague at work, nothing more."

"Draco now, is he?" Sirius teased. "You know, I could put in a good word for you, if—"

"No, don't say anything," Harry quickly interrupted. "I don't have too long before the portkey so tell me what's new?"

Sirius shrugged slightly as Remus placed the two cups on the table in front of the dark-haired wizards, choosing to lean against the counter with his own. The pair shared a tired look, the satisfaction from their activities fading.

"Latest surrogate fell through," Remus murmured.

"Latest?" Harry asked. "I didn't know you found another one?"

"Well, we weren't going to say anything until there was a baby," Sirius said. "And she changed her mind. We don't know why—"

"Because of my condition." Harry could hear the bitterness in Remus' tone. "We had hoped that after the war and with the award because of my part in the war, people would look at me and my kind in a different light. We had hoped that people would give me a chance, but the Wizarding community still has a long way to go to get over their prejudice."

"If people could just see how wonderful Remus is, they'd have no problems. They just judge him on his condition," Sirius muttered, glaring at his cup.

"The girl before was too interested in Sirius," Remus added with a snort.

"She wanted me to personally impregnate her. She happened to mention she was a pureblood and a good match for the heir to the Black family," Sirius said in disgust. "I made it very clear to her exactly where I like to put my cock, before informing the surrogate agency about the meeting."

"Sounds rough. Is there someone we know that you could ask?" Harry asked, even though the question had been going through their minds countless times now, yet no-one fit.

"The only girls we know are Ginny, Tonks and Luna," Remus sighed. "Tonks… well, we think it would cause complicated feelings since we know how she feels about me. Ginny plays professional Quidditch so it'd put her out of work and I don't think she'd want that. She's said in the past that she doesn't want children for a long time because of work, and Luna travels so much, I can't see her staying home to grow the baby. If anything changes, we'd ask them to do this… but right now, neither of them have time in their lives to be a surrogate for us."

Harry frowned. "I'll ask around again," he murmured. "Have you tried a Muggle agency?"

"Both me and Remus may need to get tested. They'll find Remus' blood tests to be… confusing and will refuse us on the unknown results."

Harry glanced at Remus, who was clutching the cup so hard his knuckles were white, though his expression remained impassive. "If it's meant to be, it'll be," Remus murmured in a soothing voice, his eyes fixed on Sirius. "If not… maybe you alone could—"

"Dammit, Remus, we agreed not to bring that up," Sirius snapped. "Lets not do this again. I want us to have a baby. Not just me. I want him or her to be both of ours. We apply together."

Remus stared at Sirius for a long moment. "You want a child, Sirius. We may not have any other choice."

Sirius pushed away from the table and stormed out of the room. They heard the bedroom door slam a minute later.

"He wants a child more than he lets on," Remus said, turning his full attention to Harry. "We've discussed other methods. I've even suggested… there are some women willing to have a baby and hand the baby over, but Sirius doesn't want that. He thinks it cheapens everything. He won't even consider it as a last resort."

"He'll calm down," Harry murmured.

"He will. It's hard. I would give him anything, but I can't give him this… and because of me, he can't get it himself."

"It's not causing a strain between you?"

"No. Sirius is very clear that as much as he wants a child, he wants me more," Remus said, smiling softly as he recalled the words. "Whereas, Sirius is all I've ever wanted, since before I even knew I was attracted to men. The thought of raising a baby together.. I never thought I'd have children. I resigned myself to being alone when Sirius was in Azkaban. But now… it's only prejudice that's stopping us."

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