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"Ugh, I need to go for a run," Hermione groaned after quickly devouring half of a dark chocolate bar that her and Remus had decided to split. They were sitting on opposite ends of the leather couch in the living room and had been talking about everything and nothing at all for a while as she silently drowned her momentary emotional outburst with his candy. He watched her pop the last bit in her mouth and uncoiled her legs that had been cutely tucked up underneath her.
"You run?" Remus asked, slightly amused. He didn't have to do much exercise himself; the full moon took care of that every month. If anything he needed to eat more than he already did.
"Most days, it helps me to clear my head," Hermione told him, getting off of the couch and walking to her room. She came back a few minutes later in a pair of tight black cropped sweat pants and a teal tank top. She was hastily tying up her hair in a ponytail and she had trainers on her feet. As she walked by, Remus could not help but take a moment and stare at her amazingly cute little ass in those pants.
"See you late, 'Mione," Remus managed and she was gone. He stood up, his semi-erection starting to create a bulge in his pants and he was glad she had left. He called out for Sirius and found his voice coming from the farthest space of the penthouse—her new bedroom.
"Pads, what are you doing?" Remus asked, eyes wide and in a look of half disbelief and half amusement as he found his best friend digging through Hermione's drawers. She had unpacked all of her things, and now her clothes were being tossed all over the floor by Sirius.
"Looking. That's all. I want to see if I can…aha!" Sirius said triumphantly, having stumbled across her stash of bras and knickers. They were all lacy and feminine, but definitely sexy. Most of the things were black…and skimpy.
"Fuck," Remus whispered.
"This is promising Moony. I mean…just think…when you two go back to school, you can bend her over your desk and…"
"Enough, put her stuff back," Remus told his friend. This was odd territory. Sure, Remus and Sirius had slept with the same people. In their circle, it was hard not to have an overlap. But they had never fancied a bird at the same time. Ever. Sirius waved his wand and her drawers filled back up with her clothes, everything neatly folded and perfect.
It wasn't that Remus didn't think they could manage. He knew they could. Him and Sirius had a very special relationship. They were sometimes like two halves of the same person. They just understood each other. And they certainly understood each other sexually. They had lived with each other for long enough. And there had been the occasional nights they didn't talk about, where one or the other was lonely. And they fucked. Remus knew how Sirius was in the bedroom. Sirius knew likewise. And those two worlds were very different.
But Remus was still trying to wrap his head around Hermione. He knew that Sirius had already mentally undressed and fucked the girl on every available surface of the apartment, but Remus was having a hard time deciding if he could take advantage of her so soon after a break-up. Regardless if she was willing. He respected the girl too much to have her hate him in the end. No, that would hurt too badly.
Sirius wasn't big on consequences like that. He lived in the moment. He had enough money to, and luckily enough brains to. And he also wasn't a werewolf—a simple fact that prevented Remus from thinking he was worthy of much on a daily basis; even though Sirius drilled it into him that he was and should be proud of himself.
He had loved Tonks and she couldn't handle it. Hermione had always been accepting of his curse, but what if it proved too much?
Sirius caught Remus staring off into space, thinking of all of these things and quickly brought the marauder back to earth.
"Think of the sex Moony. The girl clearly needs to forget about Weasley, she fell into our arms, and we need to take care of her. I like her; she can be one of us. I'll share you," Sirius winked at him and he blushed a bit. They had often sectioned themselves off from their friends, being so used to just being together. It would be nice to have a trio, and to have a woman's energy around. Besides the sex, Sirius made a great point.
"Do you think she'd even want to?" Remus wondered aloud.
"Did you see her knickers? Are those the knickers of a girl who doesn't want to have sex?" Sirius asked, he walked to the closet and started rifling through her hanging clothes, "But we might have to take her shopping…"
"That's your territory Pads, not mine," Remus smirked, patting his tattered jacket. The other wizard smoothed his hair and turned back to his friend.
"Tonight. We start. No rules. No competition. But she can't know we are both in on this," Sirius said very seriously. He wanted them to both pursue her and then when the time was right…they might think of bringing it all together. But not now, and not anytime soon. The girl wasn't ready for that yet.
"Fine."
"We need to get her going. See if this is going to work. I'm going to call Angelika. Wait for Hermione," Sirius said quickly. Remus grinned, he knew what his best mate was up to, and it was going to set the tone for the night. They would tag team. Take turns. It would all be perfect. And Remus knew it wouldn't be easy to share her, but Sirius would be the only person he could manage it with.
And maybe they could live a fun life for a while—the three of them, but he knew Hermione was a reasonable woman. And she would want to settle down. And she would choose—eventually—but she would choose.
And that would be where things got messy.
Remus shook his head to make the thought go away and he went to do as he was told. He lingered in the foyer, reading the prophet, and waiting for Hermione to come back.
Sirius couldn't have timed it any more perfectly. His witch friend, Angelika, who used to be one of his regular fucks, had shown up right away. She had a soft spot for Sirius, but she was in a relationship with someone else and he explained what he needed. She was a pretty witch, closer to him and Remus' age, with short blonde hair and a lovely body.
Remus watched them both disappear into his room and shut the door. He knew they weren't having sex; he would be able to smell it…let alone hear it since Sirius wasn't one to keep quiet. Remus heard the door unlock and Hermione walked back into the penthouse from the elevator, looking quite flushed and exhausted from her run. She had been gone a long while, thankfully.
Almost as if on cue, Sirius and Angelika emerged from his bedroom, their voices and her giggles could be heard wafted from down the hall and when they came out from around the corner, Hermione started blushing profusely and made herself look busy in the adjoining kitchen.
Sirius was half naked. Just wearing his dark fitted jeans. No shirt, no shoes. Angelika's hair was mussed and her lipstick purposely smeared. She was overly adjusting her clothes. Remus rolled his eyes at the show, but Hermione had no idea it was a show. She was staring.
Sirius pretended that no one else existed. He whispered something into her ear and she giggled. And that was when Remus knew. He could smell Hermione getting wet. Her smell was delicious, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was a curse to him that he could smell a woman's arousal because of his keen senses from the bite, because it drove him mad.
But this…this would kill him, he knew it. She smelled so heavenly.
He turned his eyes back to watching her. She was sipping some water slowly from a glass and leaning against the kitchen island, her back slightly arched and her ass sticking out just a bit. Her eyes were slowly trailing down Sirius' body. She wasn't aware of herself looking.
Finally Sirius said goodbye to his friend, walking her out and then closing the door to leave just the three of them alone.
"Did you have a nice run Hermione?" he asked, hands on his hips. Remus couldn't believe the brashness of his friend. Sometimes his theatrics were a bit too much. He was going to make the poor girl faint.
"Mhmm…erm…ya…" she mumbled, setting her glass down in the sink, "I'm going to just go…er…shower…" she pointed down the hall awkwardly and sped off. When she was out of earshot, Sirius turned to Remus.
"She was wet for you," Remus answered softly.
"And you should have seen the way she was licking her fingers eating that chocolate earlier in front of you. She wants both of us," Sirius smirked.
"She'll make a move then. All in good time," Remus patted his friend on the back.
After a rather uneventful rest of the day where Remus and Sirius were acting positively normal to Hermione, they had a nice quiet dinner and eventually they all went off to bed. Hermione didn't understand it. She was so sexually charged up from her morning with Remus. She was so upset about Ron and then he had comforted her, and she had thought they had been flirting on the couch. And then…coming back from a run and seeing Sirius escorting one of his fucks out the door.
That had certainly been unexpected. Hermione had known Sirius was quite the playboy bachelor. Harry had told her some things. It was no surprise. He was wealthy and handsome. And not in that order. But to see it…well it turned her on in some base way. He was so cavalier. And he looked so sexy, just walking out in nothing but some perfectly fitting jeans. It was hot. And she had been fired up about that the rest of the day.
And then they had just acted like the Sirius and Remus she knew. Two nice men who were letting her crash there. It was so bizarre. She had felt the tension, she was sure of it, and here she was lying in her bed at the end of the hall thinking about both of them and wondering if she was brave enough to do what she wanted to do.
She finally started to pep talk herself into it.
Hermione, you are a pretty girl, who has had a shitty week. Your boyfriend of 6 years dumped you for some skank and here you are staying with two gorgeous older, single men so what the hell. What can you possibly lose?
She knew she just had to try. She got out of bed and tip-toed across the floor. She was only wearing some pink lacy boy shorts and a matching bra and she didn't bother to cover up. She slowly left her room and walked down the hall to the space between Sirius and Remus' rooms. She didn't know.
She wanted both of them. She wanted to know what they were both like. But she was scared Remus would reject her…after all, they were colleagues now. She gave his bedroom door a sad glance before turning to Sirius'. Her heart started to beat out of her chest as she tried the knob and found it unlocked.
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