Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling; therefore these characters are not mine. Of course, you'll see them doing things they definitely didn't do in her novels, so… well, those ideas are mine!

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Chapter 26: Desire

A/N: Special thanks to Uathann for the "small plushie rabbit and a handful of various chocolate sweets along with a cup of excellent coffee/tea according to author's preference" and to Broadwaybaby529 for the cupcakes. (Who knew writing fan-fiction could be so delicious?)

WARNING: This is the chapter so many of you have been begging me for… but I must warn any of my readers with more delicate sensibilities. While the language isn't as crude as it was in the first broom-cupboard chapter, this chapter is, I think, more graphic than that one. If that sort of thing bothers you, just scroll past the first half of this chapter to the little divider-line thingy that signals a change of scene.

And now: on with the story! When we last left Hermione, she & Sirius were about to bed down on the duvet near the fireplace with a sleeping werewolf…

In the space between sleeping and waking, Hermione became distantly aware of a large hand cupping her right breast, and a growing hardness pressing into the cleft of her backside. She moaned softly as the happy almost-thought swam into her subconscious: another dream about Remus. A vivid one, too – she could even feel his body heat cradling her from behind, and his warm breath on her neck. She frequently dreamed of Remus, only to wake up in her four-poster alone, and as wet as a human Slip 'n Slide™.

When the dream-hand began to knead and stroke her through her t-shirt, she moaned more audibly. Her consciousness bobbed gently toward the surface, but Hermione didn't want to wake up yet: not in the middle of such a pleasant – and realistic – dream. She snuggled more deeply into the fantasy, and a small smile spread across her lips as the dream-hand obligingly moved south, down her belly, and toward her lacy knickers. She rolled sleepily onto her back, adrift on the sensations, every reflex in her body desiring more.

And then, suddenly, lips on her lips, scratchiness on her cheeks and chin, and hair tickling her nose, and Hermione was awake, but disoriented. She opened her eyes to find that dream-Remus was real – he was kissing her, and his hand was sliding into her knickers. He found her slick and ready, and she gasped as his fingers grazed her clitoris.

"Mmmm, Hermione," he growled hungrily, "come here and let's make it a good morning."

Sunlight streamed in through the window, where they had left the curtains pulled open after they had howled at the moon together. Hermione turned to face Remus, fully and gorgeously human again and gilded in the slanting rays of dawn. He pulled her knickers down and off, and tossed them aside as he pulled her to him. His erection was pressing hard now against her curls and her pubic bone and into the softer flesh of her belly. He captured her lips again in a voracious kiss, scratching her again with the stubble on his chin.

On Hermione's other side, Sirius removed her soaking knickers from his face, where they had landed after Remus's random (or was it?) toss. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and snuggled up to her back. He slid a hand up under her Sex Kitten t-shirt and gave each nipple a playful tweak, as he pressed his pelvis into hers, his erection now nestled increasingly firmly between her bare buttocks. He nuzzled her neck, and breathed happily into her ear, "Ohhh, thank Merlin you have come to your senses and decided to play with us this morning."

No!

No, no, no! He had to say it, didn't he, and ruin everything? If only Sirius had been silent, Hermione could have kept her conscience at bay, kept thoughts of Luna for later, and continued to experience the bliss of the moment. If only Sirius had been silent, Remus wouldn't have stopped kissing her, looked over her head at Sirius, and asked, "What do you mean, Padfoot?" And if only Sirius had been silent, Remus wouldn't be questioning her with his beautiful amber eyes, and noticing that she had gone to sleep in her t-shirt and knickers instead of naked, and wondering what it all meant.

Sirius, oblivious to Hermione's distress and Remus's confusion, chuckled softly into Hermione's hair. "Our darling girl has been doing a bit more experimentation since she was here with us, Moony. Wait 'til you hear!"

Remus's face fell, and Hermione's face reddened, and they looked at each other in silence.

"A girl, Moony! She's been kissing a girl, and more. Can you believe it? I mean, the way she took to sex with us, I thought she was as straight as they come!" He laughed again.

"Is this true, Hermione?" Remus asked her gently. "Kissing and more? I mean, I know I've got no right to be jealous. We had said it was over at the end of the holiday, and I do want you to be happy at school, but… It just feels weird to know that you're not ours anymore."

"It is true," she told him. "But a part of me will always belong to you both."

"Which part can I have?" teased Sirius, still caressing her left breast. "How about this one?"

Hermione and Remus ignored him. "But last night you told Sirius that you didn't want to be with us anymore?" His eyes still bored into hers, seeking answers.

"Not exactly," she admitted, recalling her confession to Sirius. "He was sad, and I comforted him, and he kissed me, and… I sort of froze up for a moment. I didn't mean to, but it just happened. Then he asked if something had changed, and I told him about Luna. That's her name – Luna Lovegood. He assumed I didn't want to kiss him anymore, so he asked me instead to tell him about kissing Luna. I let him make the assumption because it was so much easier than having to decide what was right and what was wrong. In all honesty, I'm confused and conflicted. I love you and Sirius so much, and I want you both so desperately right now. And Luna and I have not made any promises to each other about exclusivity. But I really do like her and I don't want to mess things up with her before they even really get started…"

"Luna Lovegood…" Remus searched his memory, and found what he was seeking. "I do remember her. Pretty blonde second-year, bit spacey and weird, but a good student? Ravenclaw, right?"

"Yeah," admitted Hermione, certain now that the morning's pleasures were over, now that the conversation had turned to Luna. Well, Sirius still seemed game, but Remus was obviously distracted from what had been so promising a start. Hermione still didn't know what her obligations to Luna might be, but her body was crying out for her men. She sighed deeply, and continued, "She's now a very pretty fourth-year, and yes, a Ravenclaw. She does come across as spacey, but don't ever be fooled by it. She's really extremely smart and very tuned in to what's going on around her. And you could call her weird, but I prefer to think of her as… colorful and surprising. There's a lot more to Luna than meets the eye, and I've been having lots of fun discovering what's beneath the surface." Despite Hermione's deepest wish that she could use her old time-turner to go back five minutes and stuff those knickers into Sirius's mouth before he could say anything, she found that she was glowing as she told Remus about Luna.

"Oh, Hermione! You said you wanted to thank Moony this morning! Remember?"

"Thank me? What on earth for? I should be thanking you, sweetheart - you obviously did a brilliant job with my potion, and we're all still in one piece to tell the tale. I can't tell you how relieved I was to find you and Sirius slumbering peacefully next to me this morning."

"Relieved, Moony?" teased Sirius. "I think you mean 'horny.' That's the best thing about full moons, Hermione - Remus always wakes up the next morning craving sex and chocolate. A wonderful combination, I know you'll agree."

She grinned, remembering the night of chocolate, whipped cream, and honey: the very first night she had been in this room. "Of course I agree - that was one of my very favorite nights we shared. And Remus, that's actually what I wanted to thank you for: sex and chocolate. Those Belgian chocolates you gave me were instrumental in getting Luna to kiss me, and… and more. We had a picnic in the greenhouse for lunch yesterday, and I brought some of them for dessert. They got all melted in the heat, but it didn't stop her at all. She licked the chocolate off the paper…"

"I like her already," chuckled Remus, "but go on."

"Oh, Remus, it was so erotic just watching her lick that paper. I wanted to be the paper – and eventually I told her so." She felt Sirius's cock twitch behind her. He was obviously enjoying the story.

"What did she say?" asked Remus, breathlessly.

"She didn't say anything. She put some chocolate on her finger, and wiped it onto my lips, and let me suck her finger clean. And then she licked the chocolate off my lips and we wound up snogging."

"My kind of girl," Remus sighed, as his cock stiffened again.

"Tell us the rest, Hermione," pleaded Sirius. "You just gave me a hint last night, and I want details."

"Well, let's see… I had been a little freaked out that I was so attracted to a girl, but I finally decided to just go with the flow. So when she told me it was okay if I don't know what I want, I told her that in fact, I do know what I want, and…"

"Yes?" both men prompted her eagerly.

"So I finger-painted some of the melted chocolate onto her breast, with a nice glob right on her nipple, and I licked and sucked it all off…." Hermione's voice drifted off as she reminisced.

"And then what happened?" asked Remus, who now had his hand around his throbbing member and was stroking slowly up and down.

"And then we were interrupted. Fred and George Weasley came in to tell us that lunch was over, and my class would be there soon. They stalled Professor Sprout and gave us time to get dressed and gather our things, and then we escaped out the back door. I feel confident in saying that we were both left wanting more. We have a date for Valentine's Day on Saturday, but we'll be in public the whole time at Hogsmeade."

"Let me tell you a secret," chuckled Sirius. "Hogsmeade weekends are great times to get in a shag. Most everybody old enough will be in town, so the dormitories are usually deserted. Just come back a bit earlier than everyone else, and you'll be able to get to all those other things you want to do to each other."

"Really? Is that true?" Hermione's mind swam… It would all depend on Rita and Harry, and how long their interview might last. She said a silent prayer that Harry would be in one of his more succinct moods.

"It is true," confirmed Remus. "So… tell me more."

"That's it, Remus. That's the whole story so far. There's nothing else to tell."

Remus pulled her close again, and lifted her t-shirt out of the way so he could lower his head to her chest. "Tell me, Hermione," he growled, and his breath tickled her sensitive flesh, "what else you want to do with Luna. Do you want her to do this?" And he swirled around her nipple with his tongue, then took it gently between his teeth and gave a little tug.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, "I do want that; I do, I do."

Sirius laughed merrily and decided to get in on this new game. He pulled off Hermione's shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. He ran his hands down her sides, almost tickling her, and slid his tongue down her backbone, making her shiver with delight. "Do you want her to do this, Hermione?

"Yes, yes, I do!" she cried.

"And how about this?" asked Remus, with a naughty tone in his voice, as he licked his way down her belly and circled her navel, his hands stilling her hips, which bucked involuntarily.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned.

"That sounded like a yes to me, Moony," chuckled Sirius, as he maneuvered so that he could trace the curves of her arse with his tongue, and part her legs with his hands. "And this, Hermione? Would you want Luna to do this to you?"

"Sweet Mother of Merlin, you're killing me!"

Remus lifted her left leg and raised it over his shoulder as he brought his mouth down further. He parted her damp curls with one hand, grazing her clit again, and then flicking it with his tongue. "I know you wouldn't want her to do this, though, would you?" he teased.

"Please, please," she cried, "I would, I do!"

Sirius slid a finger into her waiting heat. "I don't know, Hermione, it might be a bit too much if she were to do this…"

"No, no, no… not too much… not too much… more!"

He obliged her by adding another finger and sliding slowly in and out, her juices running down his hand.

"Oh, yes," Hermione whimpered. "That's soooo good."

"Yes, but it could be better, Hermione," suggested Remus, his voice thick with lust.

"Yes, Remus, yes," she begged him, "please, please, make it better."

"Well, would it be better if she did this, too?" And he planted his mouth between her legs, and licked and sucked greedily, licking her juices off of Sirius's fingers as they withdrew, and sucking her clit hungrily as Sirius's fingers pumped back in.

The next sound Hermione made was something impossible to transcribe, though its meaning was completely clear. Her inner walls clamped down hard on Sirius's fingers and she grabbed fistfuls of Remus's hair. When she came, it was glorious, and Sirius and Remus rode it out, fingers still stroking slowly, tongue still licking and flicking, so that her orgasm was stretched out for what seemed like forever.

When finally they were still, and the aftershocks had stopped quaking her lithe frame, Remus repositioned himself so that he and Hermione were face to face again. "Well, it seems as though one lucky Ravenclaw has much to look forward to when you return to school."

Hermione kissed him, and tasted herself on his face. "There are a few things that I won't be able to do with Luna that I really do enjoy," she told him, a sly look on her face. "Unfortunately, without my wand to perform the Contraceptive Charm, I am somewhat limited this morning."

"No worries," laughed Sirius. "You're covered. When I saw that Snape wanted to take our wands, I cast a quick charm on you before I handed mine over. I wasn't going to let that greasy git ruin all our fun!"

"Sirius!" exclaimed Hermione. "You're supposed to be nicer to Professor Snape now, remember? If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here right now at all, so we actually owe him gratitude for any fun we're having together. And by the way, casting that charm on me was very presumptuous of you… but resourceful, I'll admit. So I guess I am not so limited after all! Perhaps the two of you would be so kind as to help me out?"

"Love to, darling," said Remus, "if you think it wouldn't create any problems for you with Luna."

"Remus, my love, if there would be any problems, I think they'd have already been created. But actually, the more I think of her this morning, the more I think she would tell me to follow my heart, and to get what I need. And my darlings, right now, that means you."

Sirius and Remus grinned at each other. "You've got it, love," said Sirius, with a wink.

"Anything for you, Hermione," said Remus, giving her a squeeze.

The sun was considerably higher in the sky by the time Severus Snape released the locking spells, and banged open the door to the master suite.

The trio was dressed, and sitting around the hearth laughing together as Hermione related the story of how she had managed to process the film from their photo shoot, and at what cost. (Colin Creevey was still friendlier than was strictly necessary, though he had backed off somewhat after Hermione's wet wrestling match with Luna during their most recent D.A. meeting.)

Snape stood imposingly in the doorway, watching them for a moment before speaking. "Alas, Miss Granger, your potion must have been adequate as everyone survived the night. I suppose I must continue to grade your puerile essays for the time being." He returned the three wands to their owners. "I suggest you pack up your things so I can return you to Hogwarts. You are already missing classes."

"Wait, Sniv- I mean, Severus. Can't we all have breakfast together before you take her away?" Sirius tried his best to put on a neutral expression instead of the scowl he usually wore in Snape's presence.

"Yes, I had hoped that at least Remus would have had a meal overnight, but as it appears that none of you has breakfasted, I suppose we can take a detour through your kitchen."

"Thank you for the offer, Sirius," said Hermione pointedly, looking at Snape.

"Yes, thank you," Snape muttered. Hermione beamed at them both proudly.

Minutes later, all four were in the kitchen, breakfasting on sausages, scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee.

"Moony, you don't seem quite as sore this morning as you usually do after the full moon," remarked Sirius.

"I do feel more comfortable than usual. Better than I have in quite some time, actually. You didn't make any changes to the potion, did you, Severus?"

"No. It's the same as always. Any variation would have been unintentional, and due only to Miss Granger's inexperience in brewing it."

"Maybe it's because you got some exercise last night playing Fetch, instead of just pacing and whining," suggested Sirius.

"I played WHAT?"

Snape attempted to hide his snicker behind his cup of coffee.

"My idea, Remus," admitted Hermione. "I just wanted to help you burn off some of your excess energy. It seemed to work pretty well: you looked like you were enjoying it, and then you fell into a pretty deep sleep afterward."

Remus blushed, but then smiled. "Much as I dislike the idea of you treating me like your pet retriever, it seems the desired result was achieved, Hermione. Thank you for your compassion and creativity."

Hermione was thrilled. Everything was working out even better than she had hoped. The potion had worked beautifully, Remus felt well, Sirius and Snape were being civil, and she had had three screaming orgasms in fairly quick succession. It had been a great morning, and she was feeling saucy.

Snape stuffed a final bite of egg into his mouth, as he rolled his eyes at his tablemates. Then he dabbed meticulously at the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and turned to Hermione. "It is time for me to take you back to school, Miss Granger."

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione replied. "Please do take me." She winked at him, and for the slightest moment he looked taken aback.

"Goodbye, Remus," she said, and she gave him a long, lingering kiss, full on the mouth. "Goodbye, Sirius," she said, and gave him the same. "I'll miss you both. Take care of each other. And yes, I'll do my best to take care of Harry for you."

Snape paled slightly during the goodbye kisses, but recovered his signature cool quickly. "Miss Granger, you are wasting my time. I warned you about that. Perhaps you require more time in detention?"

"Perhaps I do, Professor," she said cheekily, as she gathered her coat and her bag. "Why don't we discuss it on the way home?"

"There will be no discussion. It is up to me to decide how to discipline you, if discipline is needed." He gave her a dastardly eyebrow wiggle, and she grinned widely.

Snape turned to Remus and Sirius, who watched this interchange between professor and student with their mouths agape. "Honestly," he said, completely straight-faced, "I don't see how you two could put up with her all night without shoving something into her mouth to shut her up."

Hermione burst out laughing, the corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, and Remus and Sirius just looked at each other in shock.

Snape offered his arm, and Hermione took it. They strolled out of Headquarters, and apparated to the Shrieking Shack.

A/N:Also – if you haven't found it yet, be sure to read my new one-shot "HBM" – a Marauder's era Sirius/Remus funny/sexy/fluffy story written in honor of Remus's birthday (March 10). I co-wrote it with Felena1971, who has been a font of inspiration as well as my unofficial beta reader for the past couple of chapters. So AFTER, of course, you read & review this chapter, please celebrate Remus's big day by reading "HBM." (id 4122758)

Felena1971 also wrote her own Remus birthday fic, "Whatever the Birthday Boy Wishes" (id 4124700). It's chocolatey and delicious, and features Sirius in silky boxers and Remus in silky pajama pants… Mmmmmm….