A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks ever so much for all the love and reviews you've been giving me. My muse struck again and here we are with another update earlier than the month I told you all it was likely going to be. Now, I should point out that this chapter concludes everything I had pre-written (it was only half-written up until today). The only other pre-written bits I have are a couple chapters when she goes back in time and a few when she and the Maraudres are in, like 4th year. So, alas, the wait between chapters is likely to increase. Sorry about that. If the muse strikes again in a timely fashion (likely since I can't seem to stop thinking about the Marauders lately) then there will be more. Since this is likely my last chapter update for Christmas, I hope you all have a safe and Happy Holiday season. Peace and love. xx-Kitten.
Used To Be Mine
By Kittenshift17
Chapter 7
15th August 1995
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
Hermione nibbled her lip as she crossed the back garden of Grimmauld Place to the spot by the fence out of view from the house where she knew she would likely find Harry, Sirius and Remus. Ron had been grumbling all day about never being able to find Harry, commenting to her that he thought Harry was pouting about something. Hermione suspected he was at the agro stage of the month with his mandrake leaf in his mouth – the one she'd been in until two days ago.
Now she felt playful, silly and a bit reckless. The leaf was still annoying to have in her mouth, and she'd nearly been caught just a few minutes ago when Molly had cornered her to quiz her on Sirius and Remus. Something Hermione had almost lost her temper about. The witch had all but implied that Sirius was seducing her, being inappropriate with her or potentially even forcing her to be intimate with him. If that hadn't been bad enough, Molly had gone on to say that Sirius ex-girlfriend – who Hermione assumed must be Mimi, his wife – had looked rather like Hermione herself and that she was concerned the older wizard was projecting his yearning for her onto Hermione.
The idea had upset her immensely because her own feeling for Sirius, and for Remus too, had been steadily growing stronger and more profound all summer. She fancied the pair of them, if she was being honest. And she felt wretched about it because she suspected that Remus was fated to be soulmates with Tonks. She liked the metamorphmagus too much to steal the man away, and she feared she might grow to resent the witch for the fact that a twist of fate meant she was entitled to the hunky werewolf and Hermione wasn't. The idea that Sirius might be being so nice and flirtatious with her because of some witch who'd died fifteen years ago bothered her and made her second-guess her own growing feelings.
That, and she'd been beyond annoyed with Molly for suggesting that she would let any wizard – not matter how charming, handsome or funny he might be – seduce her or sway her into something she wasn't comfortable with. She'd seen fit to inform Molly, rather coolly, that she was under no circumstance being pressured into anything she was uncomfortable with when it came to Remus, Sirius, Harry or anyone else for that matter. She'd also blurted out that were she to be pursuing any kind of relationship with any wizard, it wouldn't be Molly's business anyway unless that wizard happened to be Molly's husband.
She'd fled the kitchen at the sight of Molly's gobsmacked expression and her rapidly reddening cheeks. She felt a bit bad for what she'd said, but also rather justified in her defence of herself. It was none of Molly's business who she dated, fancied, or shared intimate relations with. Not that she was dating or intimately relating to anyone. That wasn't the point. The point was that it was none of Molly's business what went on between her, Sirius, and Remus or anyone else for that matter. Not that anything was going on, of course, but if it did, it certainly wasn't Molly Weasley's concern.
Rounding the corner behind the fallen down greenhouse in the farthest corner of the back garden, Hermione peeked around the corner to see Sirius, Remus and Harry all sharing a pipe. She hated herself a little for the way her heart rate increased at the sight of the two handsome wizards, and she felt a bit silly for the urge she felt to scold her best friend as she watched him learning to blow smoke rings.
"Spying, love?" Sirius asked, slanting a look in her direction, clearly having heard her approach or heard her heart-beat kick into high gear.
"Could be," Hermione grinned wickedly in return, watching Harry hurriedly hand the pipe back to Sirius before realising it was just her.
"Blimey, Hermione!" Harry coughed on his exhalation, "Thought you were Mrs Weasley."
"Thanks very much," Hermione rolled her eyes at him, moving towards the three wizards where they leaned against the fence.
"Not a real respectful tone you've got there, Hermione," Remus chuckled, "Molly say something to upset you again?"
"Yes," Hermione sighed as she sat down on the grass beside Sirius and took the pipe from his hands, "She almost spotted my mandrake leaf just now when quizzing me on things that are none of her business."
"Asked you what's going on with us, eh?" Sirius smirked, "Thought she might when she caught the four of us having a lie in up in my bed this morning."
"She might as well have accused me of being some meek little victim of your debauchery and accused you – both of you – of pressuring me into things I wasn't comfortable with."
"What, seriously?" Harry asked coughing as Hermione put the end of the pipe in her mouth and puffed it the way her grandfather had taught her.
"Yeah," Hermione sighed, "As though the likes of this lot could make me do anything I didn't want to do?"
Hermione jerked her thumb at Remus and Sirius.
"That a challenge, love?" Sirius smirked, winking at her.
"Bite me, Sirius," Hermione retorted.
"Don't tempt me, witch," Sirius muttered, chuckling.
"It continues to amaze me that you have this other side, Hermione," Harry told her when Hermione puffed the pipe against before blowing a perfect smoke-ring, "I need to know more about this secret life that means you snog girls and smoke pipes and trade barbs with grown men rather than stammering like an idiot."
"Not very secret if you know all that, is it?" Hermione asked, passing the pipe over to Remus and listening to the werewolf with his purring-growl as he inhaled.
"What did you say to Molly?" Sirius asked, tugging gently on one of her curls.
"That I wasn't being pressured into anything with anyone and that if I were to be pursuing anything with anyone, it wouldn't be her business," Hermione replied and Remus choked on his inhalation and her bluntness.
"Bloody hell, witch," Sirius laughed loudly, "You're going to get us all in trouble, talking like that."
"I might've also implied that my relationships, physical or otherwise, were of no concern to her unless they involved her husband," Hermione admitted, blushing, "And I might've fled the kitchen before she could recover."
"You said what?" Harry choked, beginning to chortle and simultaneously look horrified, "Blimey, Hermione!"
"I didn't mean to. It just kind of blurted out because I got my wand in a knot over the entire thing and now I'll be uncomfortable around Molly until term begins and she'll be looking for signs that I'm hitting on Mr Weasley or something."
Sirius and Remus were both squirming with glee at her words, wriggling as they laughed long and loud at her words and her attitude.
"You don't actually fancy him, do you?" Harry asked, looking mildly concerned.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous Harry," Hermione rolled her eyes at her friend, "I think I require more of a wizard than unwavering kindness and such an unhealthy curiosity pertaining to muggles."
"I dunno, Hermione, you dated Krum and he didn't have that much going for him in the way of conversation skills or, you know, interests other than Quidditch and not being constantly in the spotlight."
"Spoken like a man who has never seen that wizard naked," Hermione retorted.
Harry snorted and looked at her in complete shock.
"You know what? I'm thinking there's a reason you have this life secret from us," Harry said, "If you talked like that in front of Ron, he'd have an aneurysm."
"Yes, I know," Hermione sighed, "It's all rather silly, really. I hardly think discussion of the human anatomy and the appeal of a fine male form is something to lose one's head about."
"Stop. Please just stop. I don't want to hear about Krum's 'fine male form', thanks very much," Harry rolled his eyes.
"Prude," Hermione accused him.
"Did you just call me a prude?" Harry demanded, his eyes widening behind his glasses, "You? The know-it-all book-worm who supposedly follows all the rules? The one who everything thinks is a pencil-neck virgin who's never even had a sexual thought, let alone a sexual experience."
"It's kind of cute when you blush like that, Harry," Hermione told her friend, taking the pipe from Remus where he and Sirius were still trying to get their laughter under control, losing it again the next time she spoke each time.
"Now you're putting the moves on me?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows, "I think you've been cooped up in Grimmauld too long if you're hitting on me as a follow-up to the likes of famous Quidditch players like Krum."
Hermione smirked at him, "Oh, but haven't you read the papers Harry. You're not a follow-up, you're the second male-lead in my sordid tale of love, lust and debauchery. Next they'll be writing about me taking two blokes at once."
She caught the way both Sirius and Remus stopped laughing and looked over at her sharply for her words.
"Two blokes at once?" Harry asked, his eyes widening.
"You offering there, Potter?" Hermione taunted, "Viktor's quite fond of you. And he's European. He'd probably be up for it, if you're game? Should I owl him? Set something up?"
"Bloody hell, I can't even tell if you're joking," Harry admitted with a gulp, his eyes so wide they were in fear of falling right out of his head.
"About a threesome or about the supposed love triangle between you, Viktor and I being resolved through wild sex?" Hermione asked, having entirely too much fun tormenting the messy haired wizard.
"Stop," Harry begged when he snorted, "Just… this… whoever this Hermione is, she kind of scares me a bit."
"And yet here you are, asking to know more about the types of debauchery I involve myself in," Hermione chuckled, puffing the pipe again even as she leaned sideways to rest her head on Sirius's shoulder.
"I'm not so sure I want to know if you're inviting me into a threesome with you and Krum," Harry admitted, "For one, you're practically my sister. And for another, he's Viktor bloody Krum."
"I don't know why you say that, Harry," Hermione said, "You know he's just a regular person, same as you. You even play the same Quidditch position."
"Yeah, but I'm not that surly," Harry argued.
"He uses his tongue for far more entertaining endeavours than talking anyway," Hermione chuckled and Harry's jaw dropped.
"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, "I did not need to know that!"
"Oh, as if you've never gone down on a bird?" Hermione scoffed, "Just because you didn't enjoy it the first time doesn't mean you shouldn't learn what you're doing to make sure you do better next time."
"Next she'll be offering to volunteer as your practice subject, Pup," Sirius nudged him.
"I don't do amateurs," Hermione retorted, "Sorry, Harry."
"Can I help it that I'm new at this?" Harry protested, chuckling.
"Really, Hermione?" Remus was chuckling, "That's how you turn down your best friend for sex?"
"Did you want me to make up some awkward excuse about us basically being siblings?" Hermione asked, raising one eyebrow, "That would make the occasional flirting session feel squicky."
"What about non-amateurs, 'Mione?" Sirius wanted to know, smirking at her.
Hermione titled her head on his shoulder to look up and meet his gaze. She grinned when she found him eyeing her hungrily. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she tried to determine if he was just poking fun at her or if he was serious in his interest.
"Are you offering?" she retorted.
"Ah, bloody hell," Harry muttered, taking the pipe and puffing on it heavily.
"Are you accepting?" Sirius countered.
Hermione pursed her lips for a moment, looking him over carefully.
"Depends on your level of expertise," she settled on as a way of answering without appearing too eager, or completely denying the request. His age comparative to hers was likely an issue for everyone else, possibly even for Sirius. Not so much for Hermione considering she would very much enjoy ravishing him, she imagined.
Sirius loosed a low husky laugh, "Only one way to gauge that, love."
"Oh, what did you do today, Harry?" Harry began in a mocking tone, "No, nothing really, just watched my best friend and my godfather eye-fuck each other. Nothing to be concerned over, right?"
"Consenting adults, Harry," Hermione waved off his obvious attempt to diffuse the sexual tension.
"You're not an adult yet, 'Mione. You haven't even turned sixteen," Harry reminded her, passing the pipe over to Sirius and watching him begin to puff on it.
"Technically my use of that time-turner in third year means I'm about three months off being seventeen, according to actual time lived," Hermione argued, "No matter when my birthday might happen to be."
Harry paled at the very idea.
"Well that's… alarming," he admitted, "I already feel like you're more mature than me most of the time."
"I am more mature than you Harry," Hermione smirked, tearing her eyes off Sirius when she recalled that Molly's words about Sirius probably only taking a shine to her because she reminded her of his wife.
She smirked at Harry, leaning towards him, having to lean across Remus to reach Harry before she ruffled his hair and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Ickle Harry, all nervous talking about sex and jittery of being caught smoking," she teased, trying really hard not to think too closely on the fact that Remus felt warm and firm and wonderful against her as she leaned across him to taunt Harry.
"Don't start that," Harry grumbled, shoving her hand away even though he grinned a little bit, "I'm not jittery and I'm not immature."
"Awwww," Hermione giggled, ruffling his hair again and making it all the messier.
"If you keep that up, I'll prove it by kissing you again," Harry warned her.
"The horror!" Hermione pretended to recoil in shock before rolling her eyes.
Harry opened his mouth to reply but before he could say anything, Remus ducked his head to where Hermione's shoulder was on display thanks to her spaghetti-strap summer dress. Hermione's breath caught in her throat and heat rushed to the place below her abdomen when Remus nosed aside her hair and skimmed his lips across her skin. When he opened his mouth and suddenly closed his teeth gently around the flesh where her neck and shoulder met, Hermione quivered and her eyes closed involuntarily.
She felt Sirius smooth a hand over her bare thigh while she held perfectly still in Remus's hold, the werewolf's arms coming up to hold her lightly in place while he nibbled on her. Another of those low growling-purrs he tended to emit when he was smoking rumbled from inside his chest and Hermione feared she was going to leave a puddle right there amongst the weeds.
"Everything alright, Remus?" Harry asked softly, sounding rather concerned and maybe just the tiniest bit awed.
Hermione's eyelids fluttered open to meet the emerald orbs of her best friend, finding him watching the exchange with curiosity, concern and maybe just the tiniest bit of lust.
"Moony?" Sirius asked quietly, and Hermine felt him smooth his hand over her hips before brushing Remus's arm.
The feel of Remus's tongue on her skin drew a very soft moan from Hermione's lips, soft enough that she doubted Harry would hear it, but knew both Remus and Sirius, with their canine hearing, would pick up on it.
"You smell…" Remus murmured, releasing her after giving her another soft nip and turning her body in his hold slightly until he could meet her gaze. Lupine gold and moss green marbled his irises as he stared at her.
"Bad?" Hermione whispered, concerned.
"Like Pack," he shook his head slowly from side to side, "Every day you're smelling more and more like Pack."
"Is that a… good thing?" Hermione asked, very much aware of how husky and breathless she sounded.
Remus nodded his head.
"You've passed the aggressive stage of your transformation too," her murmured, "I can smell your inner animal unlocking…. It's canine."
Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"Really?" she asked excitedly.
"Mmmm," Remus nodded.
Hermione could tell his wolf was at least partially in control when he moved his hand to cup her chin before tilting her head back. He ducked his head to her throat then and Hermione whined low in her throat, a very canine sound leaving her as he suddenly dragged his tongue from her clavicle to her chin. Goosebumps prickled the hairs on her arms and Hermione feared she might swoon at the hot feeling that rushed through her. Especially when Sirius slid his hand far enough up her bare thigh that she had to fight not to beg him to move it just a bit higher and touch her sinfully.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered and Hermione slanted a hooded gaze in her best friend's direction.
She didn't know if she should laugh or be mortified when she spotted Harry puffing heavily on the pipe he clutched, squirming slightly where he sat and suddenly seeming to find his jeans a bit restrictive in places.
"Pads," Remus murmured, his free hand leaving Hermione's waist to reach for the Animagus.
Hermione moaned a second time, collapsing against Remus's chest when Sirius moulded his body around hers, leaning close enough that Remus could sink his teeth into Sirius's shoulder as he so often did. Harry was watching the entire exchange this time and Hermione watched him try to rearrange his jeans again before giving up and reaching toward Hermione slowly. It was almost as though a sexual energy had sparked through the four of them the minute Remus had nipped her and Hermione found herself stretching towards Harry in return.
He looked confused and aroused at the same time and Hermione didn't even think about it as she shifted slightly against Remus's chest, reaching up and pressing her lips to Harry's. His lips were soft and uncertain against hers until Hermione flicked her tongue out slowly to trace the seam of his lips. A low groan escaped her bespectacled best friend as he opened to her, his tongue gliding against hers hotly. Hermione kissed him back enthusiastically, sprawled across Remus's lap. Sirius's hand climbed higher on her thigh, and Hermione found herself reaching for it blindly, taking hold of it and sliding it even higher until he cupped her mound in his palm.
Harry swallowed the moan Hermione emitted at the contact and she felt more than heard another of Remus's happy growl-purrs when it rumbled inside his chest.
"Fuck," Sirius muttered softly and Hermione felt the Animagus curl around her body even tighter, leaning into Remus even more as the werewolf withdrew his teeth from Sirius's shoulder.
He shifted beneath Hermione, twisting towards Harry while Hermione snogged him. Harry's hands tangled into her hair, the pipe forgotten as he kissed her. Hermione felt a warmth and desire crackle through her when Sirius rhythmically pressed his fingers against her clit through the fabric of her knickers while Remus's hands slid around her waist and jostled her slightly on his lap, giving him enough room to lean around her.
Harry cried out softly when Remus nosed aside the neckline of his shirt and sank his teeth into the top of his shoulder. Harry kissed her harder then, fisting Hermione's curls and snogging her desperately. Hermione could literally feel the magic pouring through him from Remus's bite. She could feel it in the hand Sirius was working to get inside her knickers and in the hard bulge of Remus's erection against her hip, in Sirius's matching erection pressed intimately against the curve of her bottom. The sexual energy running through the four of them, Hermione realised, stemmed from not only a strengthening of Pack magic, but was zinging with the feel of sex magic, linking the four of them together as a Pack even though Remus hadn't bitten her.
Hermione squirmed with delight and moaned into Harry's mouth when Sirius's fingers slid beneath her knickers, pushing the fabric to one side before spearing his fingers through the wetness Hermione knew he would find there. He groaned softly and Hermione could feel the way he leaned into Remus, the sucking sound she heard making her think he was giving the werewolf a lovebite in return.
Her whole body felt like it was on fire, alive with sensation as Sirius slowly dipped first one, then two fingers into her tight heat, a soft hum of appreciation leaving him as he felt how wet she was and felt the way she rocked against his fingers eagerly. He worked her over skilfully; urgently; his fingers pumping in in and out of her. From the way Remus was shifting under her slightly, still biting Harry, Hermione suspected Remus might be craving friction too and she didn't even think about it, swept up in the magic as she was, before burrowing her hand between their bodies until she could rub her hand against the hot hard bulge inside his trousers.
Harry kissed her even harder, his lips bruising against hers when Remus growled, low and husky, in the back of his throat before adjusting the hold of his teeth on Harry's shoulder. Racing up the precipice with Sirius's fingers working inside her so hotly, Hermione pulled back from Harry's lips when a wave of pleasure suddenly crashed over her, orgasm slamming into her unexpectedly. Even as it hit, she heard Harry gasp and felt both Remus and Sirius jerk against her. Dimly, through the fog induced by the orgasm, she realised the three of them had all just come along with her.
"Fuck," Remus muttered breathlessly, withdrawing his fangs from Harry's shoulder and reaching for the back of Harry's neck. Hermione watched through half lidded eyes when Harry turned slightly, his gaze similarly content as Remus tipped his chin up before lowering his lips and snogging Harry soundly on the lips.
She hummed in her throat in approval, warmth and pleasure awash inside of her as Harry made no attempt to pull away or protest. Twisting on Remus's lap until she was sitting directly on him, Hermione reached for Sirius. She'd never imagined that kissing him would happen like this, but he leaned towards her eagerly, his lips slanting over hers and kissing her so tenderly, Hermione felt tears prickle behind her closed lids. His tongue sought entry to the hot cavern of her mouth and Hermione granted it, her whole body quivering with delight when he proceeded to kiss her sweetly, his tongue massaging hers, his hand still inside her knickers and softly drawing circles upon her tingling clit.
She didn't know how long she snogged him before Remus's hand slid around the back of her neck, gently pulling her lips from Sirius's. Her heart was racing inside her chest and her whole body felt like it had melted into a quivering pile of gooey stickiness when Remus's tipped her head before he kissed her as well. The kiss was careful and slow, his tongue and his wild, wolfy taste titillating her senses as she sat in his lap. Dimly, she was aware of Sirius leaning around her as she pressed herself wantonly to Remus, his arm looping around the back of Harry's neck.
She heard the soft sound of something akin to a whimper emit from Sirius as he pulled Harry to him and kissed him too. As the high of her orgasm slowly ebbed, Hermione found her fingers tangling into Remus's sandy hair. She kissed him lazily before pulling away slowly and laying her head upon his chest, her breath uneven and her heart beating manically. She felt Harry curl into Remus's side behind her, his arm smoothing around her waist as he cuddled closer, similarly breathing heavy.
Hermione watched, her eyelids drooping as Remus turned his head and met Sirius in a kiss that made her body think about coming all over again. They snogged with ease, practiced and experienced, obviously not strangers to the feel of one another's lips, teeth and tongues. The sight of them snogging each other so familiarly, so earnestly, made a part of her ache deep inside her chest and Hermione realised that there was more to the two of them and their sexual intimacy that simply that born of the bond brought about through Pack Magic like they'd all just made.
When they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily and Hermione felt Sirius slide his fingers from her knickers. She watched, her stomach flipping and he brought one of his fingers, slick with her juices, to his mouth. He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he licked the digit clean. He brought the second one up, offering it to Remus and Hermione thought she might die of need and arousal when Remus suckled Sirius's finger into his mouth, growl-purring at the taste of her juices on his tongue.
Hermione sighed contentedly when Sirius took his hand back, laying his head on Remus's shoulder while Remus dropped his lips to press a kiss to the top of Hermione's head. Harry was snuggled up against Hermione's back, curled into Remus's side the same as Sirius, his head on Remus's shoulder and Remus wrapped an arm around each wizard while they both curled their arms around Hermione in Remus's lap. The hum of the magic between the four of them made her eyes close and Hermione wondered if it would be alright to sleep right there.
There was something about the interaction that shut off her mind completely, overpowering her need to think, to analyse, to worry about the fact that she'd just snogged Harry and Remus and Sirius.
She didn't know how long the four of them sat there that way, curled together and surrounded by the magic of belonging to a pack, the utter sense of connection and closeness overwhelming everything else. Eventually, however, the magic dimmed enough that thought was suddenly possible and she wasn't the only one who heard the shuddering gasp of breath that Harry drew.
"You alright, Pup?" Sirius asked quietly.
"I just…" Harry muttered, "I… shit."
Hermione stifled the strangest urge she felt to giggle.
"You… and I and…" he started to stammer pulling back from the three of them and Hermione twisted around in Remus's lap to look at him.
Harry's cheeks were crimson and he was trying desperately to hide the wet spot on the front of his jeans where he'd come inside them.
"It's alright, Harry," Hermione told him softly, smiling at him gently.
"I kissed you," he whispered back, his eyes wide and worried, "I snogged you hard… I snogged Remus and Padfoot. I… in my…."
This time, Hermione did giggle just the tiniest bit.
"You weren't the only one, Pup," Sirius told him, leaning forward far enough to prop his chin on Hermione's shoulder so he could stare at Harry too, "Me and Moony came in our pants too, mate. So did Hermione."
"I…" Harry's cheeks darkened even more.
"It's alright, Harry," Remus soothed, reaching a hand towards Harry reassuringly.
Hermione caught the way Harry eyed Remus's hand for a moment, torn between the urge to pull away from them as his mind panicked, and obviously feeling the urge to lean into the touch of the Alpha of his pack.
"It's the effect of the Pack bond," Remus explained to him gently, "When I bit you just now, it triggered the magic. The bond is always sealed this way whenever anyone is added to the Pack. For a long time now it's just been me and Sirius, but now it includes you too."
"Did you do this to Hermione when she became part of the pack?" Harry asked leaning forwards far enough the Remus's hand could tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck, "She doesn't have a bite mark…. You bit me…."
"I did bite you," Remus nodded, "I bite Sirius all the time. It's part of being in a pack. The bite is the entry point for the magic linking us all together. Hermione doesn't have one yet because Hermione's somehow tapping into the Pack magic without being bitten just yet."
"Is that… I… I'm so confused," Harry admitted, "I mean I don't like blokes… do I?"
Sirius chuckled at his obvious doubt over the idea given that he'd just snogged two blokes.
"That's up to you to work out, Pup," Sirius told him, "But the Pack magic does have the effect of making you not care, one way or the other about gender and sexual preference. It's about linking every member through the intimate acts that give power to the sex magic that strengthens the bond. Even if you decide you don't fancy blokes, you'll get hard and enjoy the touch of a packmate, no matter their gender."
"Is that why you two are so… close?" Harry asked, looking utterly bewildered.
Remus and Sirius smirked at the same time.
"Yes and no," Remus admitted, "Sirius and I… well, we don't go in for other blokes, but…"
"But you fancy one another more than the pack bond makes you?" Harry confirmed.
Remus nodded his head. Harry looked a little stunned.
"Did… did my Dad know about you two?" he asked, frowning.
Sirius laughed.
"Given the number of times he walked in on us fucking each other and fucking the witch we loved, I'd reckon so, mate," he chuckled.
"He… was he part of the pack like this?" Harry asked, indicating to the bloodied bite wound on his shoulder.
Remus pulled Harry a little closer as he nodded.
"He and you Mum both were," Remus nodded his head, "Prongs was bitten into it the summer before sixth year and Lily midway through seventh year when she and you Dad got together. We had to get her a bit drunk before she'd stop giggling and getting jealous over the idea of your Dad shagging 'Mi, but after that, everything was sweet."
"'Mi?" Harry asked, his eyes darting to Hermione and then between Sirius and Remus.
"Mimi," Sirius told him softly, "She was our witch."
"Our? As in you… shared her?" Harry frowned, glancing at Hermione again.
"Triads aren't that common anymore in the wizarding world, but they're not unheard of," Remus told him softly, "Usually you don't see that type of arrangement outside of twins sharing a witch, but they aren't traditional because they generally don't fuck each other."
"You two fuck each other?" Harry asked.
"All the time," Sirius nodded.
"And you fucked her too? Mimi?" Harry asked.
"Every day," Remus nodded.
"At the same time?" Harry whispered, his brow furrowing.
"Not always," Sirius shrugged, "But most of the time, yeah."
Harry looked stumped and Hermione could tell he was trying to wrap his head around the idea.
"But… how?" he asked, "Where would you both…"
Remus began to laugh and Sirius was grinning in amusement.
"You realise that women have three orifices that can withstand penile penetration, right Harry?" Hermione asked her best friend softly.
"But… oh!" Harry's cheeks blushed crimson as he met her gaze, obviously startled.
Hermione giggled along with Sirius and Remus at Harry's sudden understanding and his embarrassment over the very idea of such things.
"Um…. Wouldn't…. didn't you get jealous if one of you was shagging her and not the other?" Harry asked, clearly trying to figure it all out.
"In the beginning," Remus nodded, "But it's not really like… Pads, how did you explain it?"
Hermione glanced at Sirius, wondering the same thing herself.
"When you love two people at the same time, do you begrudge them for also loving each other as much as they love you in return?" Sirius asked quietly, "There was nothing to be jealous over if I walked into our bedroom and found Moony and Mimi fucking because I knew I could join in whenever I wanted, and I knew they loved me as much as they loved each other. Like, if you walk in and find Ron and Hermione laughing together, do you ever feel jealous that they're having a good time together?"
Harry looked thoughtful.
"Sometimes. If I know I've been a jerk to either of them," Harry admitted, "Or if it feels like I'm being excluded."
Sirius and Remus looked at each other.
"Hermione, do you understand what we're saying?" Remus asked, "Can you describe it better?"
"Erm… maybe," Hermione said thoughtfully, "I imagine it would be something along the lines of…. Well…. Oh, that's a bad example but it's the best I've got. If I wander into the living room and home and find my Mum and Dad cuddled up together watching a movie, I don't feel jealous or like they don't love me. I feel happy because I know they're happy and I know that if I snuggle over next to them, they'll wrap me in their love too."
"It's the same concept," Sirius nodded, "Only with people you're shagging. I loved Mimi. I love Remus. I know they both loved me in return and that they loved each other as much as they loved me and as much as I loved them. You don't feel jealous because you're too busy being happy that they're happy together and with you."
Harry frowned.
"I don't know if I could do that," Harry admitted.
"You don't have to, Pup. Most people can't do it. It's pretty rare to be able to eliminate jealousy from that kind of situation and monogamy is usually the way to avoid it. But how do you be monogamous when you love them both and desire them both?" Sirius asked.
Harry nodded, looking thoughtful.
"How does… did you feel jealous when my Mum and Dad were bitten into the Pack and sealed the magic?" Harry asked.
"Oh, hell yeah," Sirius began to laugh, "That got a bit out of hand. Like you saw here, the urge at the time is for closeness and acceptance of every member of the Pack equally. But afterwards, when I was looking at my girl sprawled across Prongs and Lils curled into Moony's side, I was ready to pummel the pair of them. You should've seen Prongs's face when he realised the things we'd all done, meaning the things me, Moony and Mimi had all done to Lily. He nearly took my head off."
Harry began to laugh.
"So, does this mean that every time you include someone new to the pack, we're all going to snog again?" Harry asked, looking uncomfortable.
"Yeah, it does," Remus admitted, looking a little sheepish, "Though beyond biting Hermione into the Pack, it's unlikely anyone else will be added."
"How does it work with things like… well, James and Lily were obviously part of the Pack. And now Harry is… if they were still alive wouldn't that be…" Hermione trailed off.
All three wizards pulled a face of disgust at the idea of the incestuous mess that might unfold in such a scenario.
"If Prongs and Lily were still alive, Harry wouldn't need to be bitten in," Remus assured her, "Being of the bloodlines of Pack member automatically makes you Pack. Harry's been Pack since he was born, but because James and Lily died, the bond weakens over time and eventually has to be renewed."
Hermione nodded her head, glancing over at Harry and finding him frowned at his lap, his fingers pulling against the damp spot on the front of his jeans.
"Maybe a cleaning charm?" Hermione whispered to Remus, nodding towards Harry.
"Right," Remus muttered, frowning slightly as he shifted her on his lap and pulled his wand form his pocket.
He aimed it at Harry before flicking it at Sirius and then himself.
"Thanks," Harry muttered, his cheeks flaming once more.
"I know it's hard not to be embarrassed and confused right now, Pup," Remus told him gently, "But it'll make more sense the longer the bond has to solidify. We're not just going to grab you and snog you whenever the urge arises."
"I wasn't…." Harry frowned, "I um…. Well, I just…."
"You're confused because you don't like blokes but you liked snogging us," Sirius told him knowingly.
Harry looked up and met his gaze for a minute before looking down again.
"I'd claim that I'm just a good enough snogger to turn even straight men gay," Sirius laughed, "But you'd probably wallop me."
Indeed, Harry made to smack him.
"It's the pack magic, Harry," Remus assured him, "I'd offer to show you that you're not into blokes by snogging you again, but the bond might still make you feel things. If you're really worried about it, snog another bloke – not me or Sirius – and find out for yourself if you swing that way."
"I… do you both swing that way? Outside of each other, I mean?" Harry asked.
"No," Remus admitted, "Only bloke I like snogging is that pain in the butt."
He jerked his thumb at Sirius.
"Sirius?" Harry asked of the Animagus.
"Only bloke I snog these days is Moony," Sirius admitted, "Hell, only bloke I've snogged in the past twenty years has been Moony. Told you that Prongs was my first snog. Might've experimented a bit before Mimi came along and lured me into a triad with Moony."
"Didn't like it much, though, did you?" Remus smirked at him.
"Not really," Sirius wrinkled his nose, "Not enough primal drive in any of those tossers for me."
Remus rolled his eyes and Harry blushed crimson.
"So you two are dating?" Harry asked, "I thought you fancied Tonks, Remus?"
Hermione could almost feel the tension spike at the mention of the metamorphmagus.
"Tonks is…."
"She's his soulmate," Sirius told them, rolling his eyes when Remus trailed off with a growl, "Being a werewolf means you get a soulmate somewhere out there in the world, just waiting to be stumbled across. They're fated."
"Then why aren't you together with her?" Harry asked, obviously confused.
"Fuck fate," Remus muttered, "Tonks is too… she's just not what I look for. She's not Sirius either, and I hardly think she'd be thrilled to have me fucking her cousin, now would she?"
"You two shag too?" Harry asked, startled now.
"Keep it quiet, Pup," Sirius sighed, "Not a lot of people know how things went down with me and Mimi and Remus before Mimi disappeared. They get a bit funny about it all and they don't like having it stuffed in their faces that we're still a thing."
"But you slept with Tonks," Hermione said, frowning as she looked up at Remus, "She told me about it."
Remus growled again, looking annoyed.
"Unfortunately, fighting fate isn't exactly easy, love," Remus admitted, "I lost it at the blood moo, fucked her and nearly marked her. But I don't want to be with her."
"She's the Alpha female of the pack," Hermione argued.
"Not if I don't bite her and don't mark her as my mate," Remus argued stubbornly.
"Why are you fighting against being with her? You're fated!" Hermione protested, "She really fancies you, Remus. And obviously it's a bit more complicated than that you think she's too young or that you being a werewolf will have bearing on it all."
"Obviously," Remus retorted, narrowing his eyes on her slightly, "Fated or not, I don't want her, 'Mione. I want Sirius and I want…."
He looked away, clenching his jaw and growling loudly.
"Easy, Moony," Sirius murmured, leaning over and offering his neck to Remus again.
Remus lunged into his neck, jostling Hermione on his lap enough that Hermione crawled off him and into Harry's lap instead, noting that he seemed torn between wanting to cuddle her and be close with her, and also wanting to push her off in his confusion over their snog earlier.
From the house, Molly could be heard calling them all into lunch and Hermione sighed, when Remus jerked slightly, still growling. Sirius ran his hands through Remus's hair and Hermione felt the strangest urge to comfort him too, to offer some kind of apology for saying something to upset him. She sighed as she turned her face away instead, burrowing under Harry's chin and into his chest.
"You alright, 'Mione?" Harry asked her softly, one of his hands coming up to stroke down her back.
"Fine," Hermione muttered, "I just don't want to go inside and face Mrs Weasley again so soon after what I said to her."
Harry began to chuckle at her words.
"So much for the argument that there's nothing going on with you, Padfoot and Moony, eh?" he chuckled.
"Like you can talk," Hermione retorted.
Harry squirmed slightly at her words.
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't be surprised if she tries to quiz me next," Harry mumbled, "Ron's going to be in a strop too because he's inside and we've all been out here."
"He was in a strop about it earlier. He started grumbling and stomped off up to your room and polish his new broom or something," Hermione admitted.
"Where's Ginny, do you know?" Harry asked her.
"No idea. She's been spending a lot of time with Fred and George and by herself, to be honest. She's still in the aggressive stage with her leaf too, so she's stroppy," Hermione admitted.
Harry nodded, smoothing his hand up and down her back as Hermione cuddled into his chest.
"Are we okay?" Harry asked her, lowering his head to rest his chin on the top of her head.
Hermione giggled, "I'm hardly going to be upset about a bit of snogging, Harry. Are you alright?"
"I… confused," Harry admitted with a shrug, "I just snogged my godfather."
Hermione giggled.
"And your DADA professor," Hermione pointed out.
"Oh, way to rub it in. You snogged them too," Harry muttered.
"I did," she agreed, "It was nice."
"Nice? That's all you have to say? You snog me and them, and your assessment of it all was 'nice'?"
"Were you hoping I'd stroke your ego and tell you that you're a brilliant snogger?" Hermione challenged without lifting her head.
"A bit of reassurance than I'm not rubbish would be nice, actually, and I know you're the only person unlikely to lie to me about it," Harry admitted quietly.
Hermione laughed.
"You do pretty well for yourself," she informed him.
"For an amateur," Sirius threw in, winking at Hermione as he got to his feet before offering Remus a hand up.
"Amateur this, Padfoot," Harry flipped his godfather off.
"I'm not above spanking you if you get lippy with me, pup," Sirius warned playfully, lifting Hermione from Harry's lap and standing her of her feet before reaching for Harry too.
"Look mate, what you and Moony do in private," Harry began to tease, smirking at Sirius.
"Why you little…" Sirius laughed when Harry took off running, Sirius on his tail in a heartbeat.
She shook her head fondly as he watched them both round the garden shed and disappear, calling insults and laughing as they taunted each other.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" Remus asked her softly, his eyes fixed upon her curiously, the green shot through with the gold of the wolf.
Hermione looked up at him and smiled.
"I'm wonderful," she admitted truthfully, feeling rather like she could walk on water, high from the magic the four of them had made together.
"I didn't scare you?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.
"I don't think you could ever scare me, Remus," she told him softly, feeling the strangest urge to cuddle him.
She gave in to the urge, stepping closer to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I feel safe with you," she whispered when he brought his arms up around her to cuddle her in return, "Like nothing and no one can hurt me if I'm with you because if they do, you'll rip them apart."
The purring-growl he emitted this time was soft, humming gently inside his chest beneath her ear. He stooped slightly and Hermione felt a strange pulse of acceptance and happiness wash through her when his tongue darted out, licking directly between her eyebrows.
"Tell me something, Hermione?" Remus said, laying his cheek against the top of her head.
"Hmmm?" she asked.
"Are you attracted to Sirius and me?" he asked in a low voice.
Hermione's stomach flipped over and her heart began to race. She knew he'd likely been able to smell her attraction; that he'd probably be able to smell if she lied to him about it.
"Yes," she admitted, her cheeks crimson, "But I'm also painfully aware that you have a soulmate who happens to be a very good friend of mine, and that any interest Sirius shows in me is likely a by-product of the fact that I, apparently, look like Mimi."
"Molly's been burrowing into your head, then," Remus growled softly, "I thought she might. You do look like Mimi, you know. Identical to her, in fact."
Hermione frowned.
"There's probably something you should know…" Remus murmured, "You…. Well, you look like her because you… you are her, Hermione."
Hermione's heart stopped inside her chest and she pulled back in Remus's hold, frowning at him in confusion.
"I don't understand," she admitted, trying to make sense of what he'd said.
Remus's mouth twisted slightly and his eyes were haunted when he whispered two little words that rocked her world completely off its axis.
"Time travel."
