I do not won anything that you can recognize. Alright, so this was not the original plan for this chapter, and I am very sorry that it took so long for me to churn out. RL is getting rather busy….

Anyway, I hope that you enjoy. To all of my awesome reviewers who asked for some Sirry…I apologize, but I did post a Sirry one-shot for you all. So read this and *winkwink* love it, then head on over to "In all Sirrousness" and love that too.

"I know Padfoot, I'm not…I can't…Wow. That is WAY too much detail for it to have been made up, isn't it? And, yeah, look at him…He is the spitting image of James with Lily's eyes. I just…and you…your future. I can't…oh Padfoot." Remus turned his head into my shoulder and let out a large sob. I rubbed his back comfortably and let him cry himself out.

Truth be told, it sounded like something that I would do if I found out that someone betrayed my friends. I have always been far too impulsive for my own good. Not that I WANTED to go and spend 13 years imprisoned in Azkaban without a trial for something that I didn't do.

RemusPOV

My mind was going a mile a minute. I could not really process everything that Harry and Hermione had told me and, in addition to that, I knew that I didn't really have any choice in the matter. I had to be with them, or near them. The wolf in me needed them and the man in me wanted them.

I turned to Padfoot in despair and I could tell immediately that he still hadn't let everything catch up to him. Our best friends are going to get married, have a baby and die before their child was 2 years old! Halloween night three years from now our lives are going to change forever. If they haven't already.

"Come on Moony, let's get upstairs to bed, yeah? We can lie there and talk all of this over."

Sirius nearly dragged me into the house and up into his bedroom. I numbly felt him stripping me down to my boxers and guiding me gently onto the mattress, spooning himself behind me. I turned and pressed my face into his chest to comfort myself.

"I believe them…Or at least I'm sure that I want to. I think that you and I should talk about this and then we can sleep and talk to them in the morning."

I turned disbelieving eyes on my best friend, mate and lover. "Since when have you been so level-headed and mature? Didn't you listen? James and Lily are going to be betrayed by Wormtail and you are going to spend 13 years in Azkaban! How can you take this so calmly?"

I watched as Sirius shrugged, and I was nearly enraged; at the very least it pulled me right out of my frightened stupor. I turned angry eyes on him.

"I do not understand how you can be so calm about this! I'm not even sure that I believe them and here you are, just shrugging and taking all so… I don't even know who you are right now? Where is my Padfoot? Why aren't you angry, or upset, or wanting to storm over there and ask them where they came up with such a load of tripe?"

I was panting, and didn't mean half of the things that I was saying, but to hear that Padfoot was going to spend 13 years in prison for a crime that he didn't, couldn't commit had me out of my mind. Sirius pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed into his shirt.

"Look Moony, getting upset isn't going to change anything. We've vowed that we wouldn't try to change anything, and for them to have asked us to take a vow like that it must be true. I'm not sure that I believe them, I'm not, but I feel like they're telling the truth. Honestly, I wish I could be angry or sad, but it sort of sounds like something that would happen to me."

Ahh, now we're finally getting into the morose, depressing part of the evening…I thought as I consciously stifled my sobs and rubbed at Sirius' back through his shirt. I knew that he would just feel like it was something he deserved, or some other such nonsense.

"Paddy, I love you. It does not sound like something that would happen to you. I know all about your temper and all of the stupid things that you do, but none of that makes it any easier to hear that you'll spend years in prison wrongly accused of killing your best friends. Alright, I've had enough of this nonsense. Come here."

I roughly pulled his head towards mine and took his lips in a bruising kiss. We were getting nowhere with this talking in circles, and I didn't want to be depressed. He moaned in the back of his throat as I fisted the hair on the back of his head and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue in his mouth.

Normally, during my off-weeks, Siri was the aggressor, but I knew that this time I had to take him, to make him feel needed and wanted. And I found that, in my right mind, I wanted to take him…it was actually quite exciting to take control.

I shoved him down on the bed and ripped his shirt over his head before lowering my head back to his neck, kissing, and biting him. My lips moved lower, until I was marking his collarbone, and he cried out sharply, arching his body against mine.

"That's right, scream for me…" I growled at him, knowing it would only enflame him more.

Holding him against the bed as I struggled to get his jeans and boxers off proved to be easy, the sad look in his eyes hadn't diminished and, while I wanted him submissive, I didn't want him to "lay back and think of England", as the saying goes.

"No you don't…look at me. Feel what I'm doing to you and like it. Focus on me Paddy…" I heard a sharp intake of breath and he looked right up into my eyes. I grinned a wolfy grin at him as I finished tugging the rest of his clothes off.

His eyes were dilated in lust and I knew that I had brought him back from trying to retreat into himself. I lowered my head, never once loosing eye contact, and sucked my way down his chest and toned stomach, until I reached the trail of curly hair that I was searching for. I tongued his navel and felt his cock slap the side of my face.

I groaned as I took his cock into my mouth, cupping my tongue along the bottom of it as I applied just the right amount of suction. He grabbed my head with both hands and tried to fuck my face, but I swiftly pulled away and slapped his naked thigh. I grinned again when I saw the perfect imprint of my and on his leg and he yelped from the pain.

"Behave, or you won't get your treat. Hands up over your head like a good boy." He loved it when I talked during sex, and there was no way for him to hide it. I could see his cock throb at my words, and a delicious gasp escaped his lips, which parted just enough for me to slip my fingers into his mouth.

"Suck, now…get them nice and wet for me…" I trailed off with a groan, because the things that we was doing to my fingers should have been illegal. Even after all of this time with him in my bed, it still amazed me that he could make any of my body parts feel like they were directly connected to my cock.

"Enough…you wouldn't want to spoil the surprise would you?" I pulled my fingers out of Siri's mouth, and I could feel him deliberately scraping his teeth across them as I did. Breathlessly, I trailed my fingers behind his balls and to his hot, tight entrance.

Siri whined and moaned and tried to impale himself on my fingers, but I teased him, teasingly stroking circles around the little hole. When I couldn't take it anymore, I shoved two fingers inside him as far as they could go, and twisted them.

"Fuck! Moony Nownownownownownownow……" I smiled at Siri's inability to form coherent words as I wrenched my fingers from his clenching and prepared ass before spitting on my hand and rubbing it on my pulsing cock.

I grabbed his hips and thrust in hard and Siri arched his whole body up off the bed to meet me, digging his heels into the mattress. I pulled out all the way, so that just the tip of my cock was inside of him, before thrusting my way in again.

Our pace was fast and furious, and neither of us was going to last long. I reached down so that I could stroke his shaft as I repeatedly buried myself in his body. With a final screaming groan, Sirius came all over my hand and his stomach.

The clenching of his body around my cock was too much for me to handle and I emptied myself inside him, giving a few more weak thrusts as he lifted my hand to his mouth and cleaned his cum off me.

Lacking my normal grace, I flopped down on top of him and promptly fell asleep to the soothing sound of him chuckling. When I awoke in the morning, I found that he had maneuvered us around during the night so that I was surrounded by his strong, warm arms and I felt protected and exceedingly comfortable.

"Moony…I was thinking, while you were taking your sweet time to wake your lovely self up, that what we really need to clear our heads is a ride." I snorted, but otherwise kept in my laughter at his suggestion.

"Something wrong with your brains Padfoot? I rather think that I had given you a fantastic ride last night before we fell asleep." Siri grumbled and pressed a kiss to the back of my neck before I turned around to face him.

"Dirty wolf…no, I did not forget. However, I was actually thinking about a real ride. Fly. Drive. Whatever." Realizing just what my mate was talking about I shot up off the bed, oblivious to how silly anyone looks trying to have a temper tantrum naked as the day that they were born.

"No. Bloody buggering HELL no! I will not get on that contraption that you own again after what happened last time! Is there something wrong with you? I've told you this already. You nearly killed us!"

Siri was stretched out on the bed, leaning on one hand and his eyes were just dancing with mirth at my temper tantrum. He waved a hand imperiously (some of that Black Family training is hard to dispel after all) and cut off my protests.

"I do remember and I did not almost kill us. What's wrong with a little water?" I felt my face turn red with indignation.

"A little water? A LITTLE WATER? You crashed that insane machine into the OCEAN! We nearly drowned and I had HOPED that the stupid thing was lost forever! No. Abso-fucking-lutely not. NO."

I found myself, an hour later, clinging to Sirius as though my life depended on it, hanging from the back of his flying motorbike as we cruised over the open planes of Scotland.

Grudgingly I must admit that the fly did help me to sort out my thoughts into some semblance of order so that, when we got back to the house for supper that evening, I was ready to talk and ask some questions.

We got back to the house and (safely) landed on the front lawn. I pulled myself off the seat behind Padfoot and, on embarrassingly wobbly legs, made my way into the kitchen of Harry and Hermione's half of the house, clutching the bottle of firewhiskey that we picked up on our "outing."

I found the two of them in the kitchen, talking away and making something that smelled wonderful. Both of them turned to greet us at the door and my stomach felt filled with butterflies at the smiles I received from them both. Padfoot nudged me in the back.

"Go on Moony, love. They won't bite, unless you ask I'm sure."

HermionePOV

After dropping our…overly large bombshell onto Remus and Sirius we headed to bed. Neither of us slept at all. We lay in bed, holding each other, comforting each other, trying not to dwell on all of the bad things that we had re-hashed.

We heard Remus yelling, and, though we couldn't hear the words, we both flinched at his tone of voice. Then we heard silence for some time. As we lay in the darkness, unsure as to whether they left, or were talking quietly, we heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from the bedroom on the other side of the wall.

I turned to look at Harry and he had a wonderfully amusing mixture of shock and lust on his face. He tried to hide it when he saw that I was looking, but he never has been able to fully shut me out.

We listened, like common voyeurs, to them make love and finally we were able to drift off to sleep. Waking up the next morning to more screaming from Remus, though this didn't have as much of an angry tint to it, I figured that I would head downstairs and make breakfast and coffee for anyone who wanted it.

Yes, Harry and Sirius will both say that I can't cook to save my life but, how hard can eggs and bacon be really?

"Really Harry, it wasn't THAT big of a fire. And I put it right out didn't I? Just a little augamenti charm and everything is fine. You can stop laughing now." Harry was rolling on the floor laughing at me. There was a little bit of smoke left in the room, which I was trying to dispel by opening all of the windows and the back door.

"Harry, stop laughing at me you wanker! It's not that funny!" I was feeling a little frantic, Harry's laughter making me want to laugh as well, but I wanted to cry from him laughing AT me. I stamped my foot on the ground and put my hands on my hips as I glared at him.

"Alright Mione, I'm done now…But you need to promise me that you will NEVER try to cook for me again. And stop trying to channel Mrs. Weasley, you look….ridiculous."

Harry and I got dressed and headed out to apparate to Aberdeen, which was the nearest big city. We had a late breakfast/early lunch and proceeded to go shopping. I bought some silly flower girl outfit that made Harry very happy in a way that I couldn't really describe and he bought some fabulous leather pants that made me happy in a way that was easy to describe.

He allowed me to wander through the farmer's markets and pick out the items that I wanted him to cook for dinner, and I went along with it because at least it allowed me to have some input about dinner.

We wasted the day, and I couldn't have thought about a better way to spend it. We bought some wine to go with the duck we got for dinner and headed back home to start cooking.

"We haven't seen them all day, do you think that buying enough dinner for all of us was a little presumptuous? Should we assume that they'll be ready for this tonight?"

Harry turned and leaned one hip against the stove, watching me. He looked thoughtful, and adorable in that apron that he insisted on wearing while he cooked.

"Well, we don't have to talk to them about that if they don't want to. Besides, I KNOW that I am the only half-decent cook in either side of this house and I can't imagine that they'll want to eat out when there is the possibility of a home-cooked meal waiting for them."

His logic was good, but not infallible, but as I opened my mouth to object, Remus stumbled into the kitchen clutching a bottle of firewhiskey, with Sirius right behind him.

We both turned to look at the men stumbling into the kitchen and I felt a smile light up my face. They both looked a little shell-shocked, but returned the smiles whole-heartedly.

"We were just wondering if you were going to join us for dinner, because we did get enough and this prat over here," I jerked my thumb in the direction of Harry, who snorted, "figures that he's the only one who can cook."

"Well, from the smoke that I can smell lingering in here, I'm wondering who else tried to cook today." Remus turned his honey colored eyes towards me and I quailed under the gaze.

"Yes…well that's not important. What is important is that I need someone to come help me set the dinner table, seeing how dinner is almost finished." I grabbed Remus' hand and tugged him out onto the porch with me.

We set the table in relative silence, I was a little apprehensive about asking if they were ready to talk yet. I did notice an absence of sound coming from the kitchen and, once we were done getting the table ready, I took a peek through the door so that I could assuage my curiosity.

Harry was facing the stove, plating up all of the food for dinner and Sirius was behind him, very close behind him. I could see that Harry was trembling the barest bit and I didn't notice when Remus came up behind me to see what I was doing.

"Best to leave it alone. They don't have the assured connection that we have; they'll need some time to sort it all out." I turned and smiled at the handsome man gazing down at me. I actually felt a small blush run over my cheeks.

"I'm not entirely sure that's what is going on. Harry doesn't seem scared or nervous…I think he's fighting off the urge to turn around and pounce on him." As we watched, we both came to realize that it was something in between.

Harry clearly looked like he wanted to pounce on Sirius, but I could also see some hesitation in his movements. I felt Remus behind me, his breathing picked up and he placed his hands very gently on my hips.

"Remus, we can't…not yet. I want to, believe me that I want to, but I need you to talk about what we told you last night. I need to know where your head is. You and I have some of the most amazing talks in my life, I treasure that about you. So, don't try to tell me that your wolf-hormones are overriding your good sense."

He smiled down at me and I felt so…warm and reassured about everything. He leaned down for a quick kiss as the other boys were coming out of the house with dinner and Sirius wolf-whistled. My face flamed with embarrassment.

"Come on Mione, s'not like I haven't seen so much more." With that, conversation stopped and I felt the tension grow out of hand. Clearing my throat, I helped everyone to the table; Harry served dinner and Remus poured the wine.

After a great dinner with pleasant, if a little uncomfortable, conversation, the dishes were cleared away, and the firewhiskey came out. Sirius cleared his throat and I found it a little hard to pay attention. The wine had gone right to my head and, even though I wanted to be with Remus totally, my crush on Sirius was something that was not fading.

"Now kiddies, we can do this one of two ways. I have decided, for the good of us all, that I will be handling this conversation. For one, Remus got a little over…excited about the subject matter last night when we discussed it and for two; I'm awesome."

Harry and Remus both gave a great snort of laughter and I nodded my head dreamily, well aware of the fact that I was looking at Sirius like he was something for dessert. He gave me a wicked grin and continued.

"I was thinking…yes Remus I know it's dangerous, but when have I ever listened to you, and we can ask our questions, and you can answer, or we can find a more interesting way. Remus and I both WANT to believe everything that you've told us, but if we, say, placed a charm on you that would strip you of an item of clothing when you lied…well, that would assure all of us."

I felt a full body shiver at the thought, and his tone of voice had me voluntarily reaching for the hem of my shirt to remove it. Did I mention that I get rather horny when I've been drinking?

I nodded enthusiastically and Harry laughed before he leaned forward and stage whispered, "She gets really horny when she's been drinking." I mock punched him on the arm and held up my hand for a moment of silence.

"I'm all for this…strip story telling, but it's really only fair if you two are willing to take the charm as well. That way we can ask you questions too."

Sirius laughed again as he told us that he and Remus had already put the charm on themselves. Remus looked a little shocked at this, but nodded quietly. Sirius pointed his wand at us and said; "verum vestitus" and we could actually feel the charm settle over us.

"Well, that was a most pleasant feeling charm."

"Now, to demonstrate how the charm works, someone go ahead and ask me a question that I will lie about." Remus snorted and I looked over at him.

"Padfoot's the smallest bit exhibitionist…. This has nothing to do with showing off his charm, but his body." I licked my lips and turned back to Sirius, contemplating what to ask him. Harry beat me to it.

"Do you want me?" Sirius looked over at Harry and gave him a lascivious wink and grin.

"Not in the slightest, beautiful boy." We watched as a pair of invisible hands tugged his shirt up over his head and folded it before setting it down next to him. Harry was beaming. I was drooling.

Sirius was male beauty at its most perfect. His skin was just a little tanned but his muscles…OH! Every line was clearly defined and the "v" of his hips started just above his low-riding jeans. I could iron on his stomach, and I certainly wanted to eat off it. He caught me looking and winked.

"I think that Mione just earned herself the right to be asked the first question. Moony, would you like the honors?"

"Hermione….hmmm. Well, let's start out simply shall we? Have you ever been in the middle of a threesome? As in, double penetrated?"

I froze as three pairs of eyes bore into me. Harry's look was knowing and calculating. Sirius and Remus both had lustful looks on their faces. But all I could concentrate on, was do I want to lie and lose clothing, or shall I tell the truth?

"Yes. The answer is yes, more than once, and I loved it." I knew that I gave more information than was needed, but when I saw the looks one everyone's faces, I was happy with my answer. I took a shot of firewhiskey and then poured one out for Remus and slid it across the table.

"Do you ever bottom?"

"Yes, usually I bottom, unless the moon is close." He took the shot and passed one to Harry.

"Why do you and Hermione sleep in the same room?" And now we saw that we were getting to the more serious questions.

"Mione and I were put in the same room about three years ago because we were alienated by the rest of the school. About six months after that we started sleeping together. We haven't spent a night apart since. The part that I told you before about my nightmares is true as well, I have horrific nightmares usually and she's the only one that can help me out of them."

I was fairly satisfied with the answer, but the charm apparently was not. Just like with Sirius, we watched as an invisible set of hands pulled his shirt off. Harry's eyes were wide and a little bit pissed.

"Oi! That should have been enough for the stupid…alright. The other reason that we sleep together is that we're kind of…engaged. When we go home we figured that we'd get married because, well, we do love each other and we really don't have anyone else."

This proclamation was greeted with silence. The warm fuzzy feeling that we all had from the embarrassing secrets and the alcohol was diminished. I took a glance up at Remus and Sirius and both of them had thoughtful expressions. Harry took his shot quickly and passed one to Sirius, who nodded and waited for the question.

"Would you be upset with me if I did choose to mate with Remus?"

"Absolutely not. I think it's a wonderful idea, to have a little family-slash-harem thingy with the four of us and the idea makes me unbearably hot." I smiled at Harry and mouthed "I told you so" before helping myself to my next shot.

"Hermione, was the reason that the two of you became animangi our lovely Moony here?" After hearing that question and the subsequent rambling answer that come tumbling out of my mouth I realized that I was well and truly sloshed.

"Oh yeah. Harry here wanted in his pants so bad that I was sick of talking about it. So, for the sake of my sanity, I decided that we should turn into animangi so that we could have more alone time with the two of you. Gods, Siri, do you realize that even after you spent all that time in jail you were still one of the hottest people on the planet?"

Harry burst out laughing and Remus blinked a few hundred times, trying to make sense out of my words. Sirius actually blushed. I felt my breathing pick up again as I watched that pink tint start at his neck and slowly spread over his chest and down to his stomach. I grinned and took my shot.

"So moony-baby. Do you want to take us upstairs and have your wicked way with your…what was it? Oh yes, family-slash harem thingy?"

"Not in the slightest." The lie was so bold that the hands pulling off his shirt weren't gentle and slow like they had been with Harry and Siri, but the shirt ripped itself off him.

"Actually Hermione, I really would like to continue with out little game. After all, you are the only one with all her clothes are you not?" He shoved a drink towards Harry and ginned evilly.

"So Harry-love…when we mate do you want to top or bottom?"

Without hesitation, Harry answered tat he'd prefer to top, when his pants were removed by the charm. I somehow managed to stifle a giggle behind my hand and Sirius winked at me again. I don't think that he had any idea what that was doing to my body temperature.

"Alright, well apparently the charm needs me to admit that I'm a total cock-whore bottom who loves to be held down and ravaged." Harry said dryly. I am certain that he didn't notice Sirius' eye's darkening in lust at his announcement. He shoved a shot towards Siri but, before he could even open his mouth, I butted in.

"Siri, are you completely opposed to being with a woman?"

"No…in fact I'm beginning to rethink my stance on 'straights.'" I couldn't look away from his eyes, it was like I was in a trance. And I was so far into that trance, that I almost missed the flying tackle and grab that Remus made for Harry.

He had calmly placed one hand flat on the table and tensed his arm, before shoving with all of his strength and throwing himself across the table at Harry, who looked only to happy to submit.

I gasped as they tumbled on the floor near my feet, not even being self aware enough to move out of the way. I watched as Remus pinned Harry down and began to lick and suck at his sensitive neck and shoulders. Harry was moaning and writhing like the cock-whore bottom that we both knew that he really was.

I leaned back slightly in y chair and nearly fell out of it when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up into Sirius' lustful silver eyes. He had moved into Harry's chair and was so close that I could feel his breath in my ear when he spoke to me.

"Lie to me Hermione." I knew exactly what he meant and mentally did the calculations. I was wearing four pieces of clothing; four lies were needed.

"You fucking Harry the other night was not the hottest thing that I had ever seen." There went my shirt.

"I did not scream out Remus' name the first night that we were here when Harry fucked me." There went my skirt.

"I have never fantasized about you in any way." My bra was ripped off my body at the bold lie; I was fantasizing about him at that very moment.

"I do not want you to ravish me and then wake up in a tangle of limbs surrounded by three sexy, naked boys." It was a whisper, it was barely audible over the animalistic grunts and groans coming from the floor.

Finally, when I was naked and so turned on that it hurt, I had my first kiss from the man that I had been crushing on since I was thirteen.

Review? Oh and the charm translates to "truth clothing." I thought it was a little bit more interesting and unique than veritaserum. Lemme know what you think!

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