A/N: Some reviewers questioned if this story came to an end the last chapter and it DID NOT. This story is actually turning out to be a lot longer than I thought it would. Hope that is okay with all of you! Also…if you have a specific requests for the sexy scenes, leave them in a pm or review and for the next few chapters I will be doing my best to fulfill them before we come down to the threesome fun. And then there's the whole relationship stuff to be sorted out…and yeah.

Let's get on with it shall we?

The three of them fell into an easy rhythm for the remaining days before Lupin and Hermione would travel to Hogwarts. Hermione took turns sleeping with them—but only actually sleeping, because even though she had promised she was fine about Ron, Sirius had wanted to be a gentleman and not try and jump her bones after that emotional morning. And Remus was still a bit too weak for physical activity of any sorts. They both enjoyed cuddling with her, and they each hated the nights their beds lacked her presence.

The morning came for them to leave, and Sirius felt it had come much too soon. Breakfast was quiet. Both of their trunks sat by the door. Black looked like a dejected puppy.

"We'll be back on weekends, Pads," Remus tried to cheer him up, but it didn't look like anything was going to change his sour mood. He had requested to be put back to work by the Order because he had no idea what he was going to do all day without his best friend and his girlfriend around and he certainly did not want to sit in his bedroom all week long and think of ravishing Hermione, because he knew that would be absolutely frustrating.

"But it's not fair. You get her all week long" Sirius jabbed at his eggs as Hermione watched the best friends in their little fight, silently smirking to herself. It had been a weird dynamic at first, living with two boyfriends and trying to give them equal time. But they were all adults, and Remus was fairly okay with it. It was Sirius that had been prone to throwing these tantrums; especially now that they were actually leaving.

"Oh yes, because we are just going to go around Hogwarts fucking like rabbits," Remus rolled his eyes.

"If I were you, I would."

"That's hardly appropriate behavior for two Professors, Sirius," Hermione tried her best to scold him but she just couldn't. He was too damn cute when he pouted like that.

"Well, weekend's she's all mine" Sirius stated matter-of-factly to Remus like she suddenly wasn't part of the situation anymore. This is when their tricky relationship started to annoy her.

"I can very well make my own decisions of which one of you I want to spend my time with on any given day," Hermione huffed, standing up from the table and taking her plate to the sink.

"She's cute when she's mad," Remus grinned.

"I know, so bloody adorable," Sirius practically purred. The way they were both talking about her like this, however, gave her a wonderful feeling in her stomach.

"I'm going to get my cloak and then we are leaving," she smiled back to both of them and Remus started cleaning up. He grabbed his cloak as well and put his wand in his pocket and waited by the door as Sirius pulled Hermione close to him when she came back from her room.

"Miss me?" he asked into her ear. She smiled.

"Of course I will, I'll write," she kissed him.

"Writing the sordid details of what I want to do to you when I get back is not going to cut it for me, dear," he pulled her even more possessively close. He loved the way he could make her blush.

"It's only a week," she sighed, "You big baby."

"Don't get too crazy with Mooney, alright?" Sirius kissed her forehead. Remus cleared his throat, not wanting to interrupt but they were going to miss the train.

"Don't get yourself killed," Hermione kissed him one last time. She didn't exactly like what Sirius was going to be doing in his spare time but she didn't want to nor could she ever stop him. He watched the pair walk out the door and he went into the library. It was a room Hermione had recently discovered and he was more than surprised it hadn't been first on her list of things to look for. The last few nights he had found her in there curled up in his chair reading. He sat in that chair after pouring himself a drink and spent the remainder of the day there.

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The train ride was rather uneventful except for the fact that Hermione and Remus had to adjust to being out in public together and in a setting where they couldn't flaunt their relationship. But once they got to the school and moved their trunks to their respective rooms, they met up again at the Great Hall. Hermione was thrilled as she talked to Headmistress McGonagall and took her seat at the head table with the professors that she grew up learning from. Lupin sat to her left side, finding it very adorable that she was so excited to achieve what she had wanted for so long. He watched her beam and blush a little when McGonagall introduced her and the houses—even the Slytherins gave her a round of applause and reverent stares. No matter that it had been 6 years, she was a legend. She had helped to save the school, and the wizarding world. Most of them couldn't wait for her class to start the next morning.

"Stay with me tonight," Lupin said softly as dinner was winding to a close. She tried to contain the blush that crept up her cheekbones.

"Remus, we can't do that here…"

"Hermione we are two consenting adults. And it's not like McGonagall doesn't know…" he rolled his eyes at her to intentionally goad her. Hermione chanced a glance down the table at the wise Headmistress who was in a conversation with Professor Sprout.

"She knows?"

"What do you think I was talking about with her in the hallway earlier when you came down from your rooms? The weather?" he grinned, "We still can't cavort around here like I would like to, but there is no way I can keep my hands off you all week, especially when Sirius gets to have you to himself every weekend."

Hermione squirmed slightly in her seat. There was a part of her that had fantasized about her and Remus having sex in an academic setting when she had gotten older. But those were fleeting fantasies. The thought of the real thing made her stomach fill with butterflies. His health was back, and she couldn't deny he looked extremely attractive when he was back in his favorite and most comfortable setting. They were one of the first of the staff to leave the head table when the head boys and girls started leading their houses up to the dormitories. My a wonderful design of fate that Hermione now appreciated, the Dark Arts and Ancient Runes' classrooms and adjoining apartments were on the same floor as each other, albeit a little bit of a walk away. But since none of the dormitories were on the second floor, once they turned down the classroom hallway they were almost totally alone. Remus unlocked his classroom and they slipped inside giggling like too overly horny 6th years.

"Oh this is so wrong," Hermione said, but with a smile on her face as she slipped off her robes and hung them over the back of one of the student desks, "I never thought in a million years I would ever defile a classroom."

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it," he winked at her, his robes already off he started to unbutton his dress shirt, "Come here."

She walked nervously up to the front of the classroom where he was, feeling slightly intimidated because he had that sexy academic look in his eye that she found so erotic when he used it. He pulled her towards his desk and pressed her up against it—kissing her hard.

They fell into their rhythm instantly. Remus was the sweeter lover of the two, and he always took the time to kiss her everywhere, to whisper sweet things in her ear, and to hold her close before they made love. Being with him was truly a sensory experience. His strong, scarred hands took off her blouse and gently cupped her breasts before squeezing them just a little bit harder. She snaked her hand down to feel his erection in his trousers and then pulled her hand away as she saw his eyes softly roll back in pleasure.

"Don't you dare tease me little witch."

"Remus, what ever are you talking about?" she laughed, kissing up his neck.

"I have no qualms about bending you over this desk Miss Granger," he growled seductively.

"Professor Granger," she smirked.

"Don't ruin my school girl fantasy that always involved you—now turn around and bend over," he told her. She loved when he let his dominate, animalistic side out, even if it was for just a brief moment. She gladly complied with his wish, knowing all too well that she had dreamed of the same exact thing before. She spread her legs and bent over his desk in the sexiest way she could muster for a girl just experiencing this type of sex. With Ron it was always standard vanilla, which wasn't bad, but it hadn't given her much experience to go off of.

She heard the metal of his belt buckle hit the floor when he took it off and unzipped his trousers, pressing his thinly clad erection against her back as he bent her over further and lifted up the dress she was wearing.

"You are a goddess," he said sweetly. It made her smile out at the empty classroom as she felt his hands explore her and then dip down to her wetness that gave away just how aroused she was.

"I thought you were punishing me, Professor," she said softly and the last word spoke straight to his cock. He freed himself, pushed her pink panties to the side and slid into her without warning. She gripped the desk as the now familiar but always wonderful feeling of being so full from him overtook her. His hands ran down her flawless back slowly and sensually as he rocked in and out of her excruciatingly slow. She was already aching for release, but Remus wanted to treasure every glorious moment of it.

"Right, right, of course," he ground out as he twined his fingers in her hair and started to thrust into her harder, loving the visual of her body over his desk, her full breasts pressed to the wood, loving the sound of her sweet moans and his name falling from her lips. He paused inside of her, just enjoying the tightness and the perfection that was her. He didn't want to finish without looking at her beautiful face, so he slid out of her gently and helped her turn around.

"I want to see you, beautiful girl," he told her, stroking her flushed face.

"And I want to see you too, Professor," she grinned coquettishly, sinking to her knees on the classroom floor behind his desk, wrapping her hand around his cock and guiding it into her mouth. Remus almost lost it right then and there as he looked down at her sucking him, her big eyes looking up at his in the cutest and sexiest way at the same time. They were almost searching for approval and teasing him with the same look as he legs felt weak. A girl had never ever affected him like this before. And he couldn't believe that the smartest, most gorgeous witch was doing this right now. He could just imagine the shit-eating grin on Sirius' face being permanently wiped off if he knew. Because if she had done it for Sirius first, Remus knew he would have known. The man had no filter.

He watched her sweet pinks lips wrapped around him and she sucked harder, turned on by the hungry look in his eye. He growled in pleasure but stopped himself before he let go in her mouth, pulling her up to her full height again and lifting her up into his arms hurriedly, Hermione slipped down onto him and marveling at his strength as he held her and made love to her and kissed her in his arms, making her feel so sexy and protected at the same time. She came first, just like he wanted and he watched her beautiful face fill with pleasure as she clutched to him.

"Oh Remus, oh Merlin, oh, oh Professor!" she moaned and he lost it completely, spilling himself inside of her with a rush of emotions. He was fulfilled, he was sated, he was still ridiculously turned on…and as he looked in her dozing eyes as he carried her into his inner rooms towards his bed to sleep, that he was falling in love.

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