Remus was rolling his neck as he cooked at the stove. He hadn't pulled a glorious night, such as last night off in quite some time. After he had broken his gorgeous submissive in, she was less urgent, more obedient, and by the end of the early morning, would silently huff and breathe with lust in her eyes as he took her in his arms.

Hermione. God, how fucking lucky was he?

Sirius trailed into the room with a cigarette in his mouth, and his skin still damp from a shower. "Morning, Moony. How'd your date go?"

"Stupendous; well, to be precise, there aren't any words," Remus sighed as he flipped the eggs over.

Sirius paused and arched his eyebrow. "Did someone get lucky?"

"Several times over," Remus mumbled.

Sirius gasped and leaned against the counter while bending to his friend. "How did you keep that girl quiet?" He questioned.

"Well, the first time I used a ball gag," Remus whispered as he arched an eyebrow. "After spanking her ass to near orgasm," his voice was barely a caress on the air.

Sirius chuckled and nodded. "And after? You know I need details," he sighed.

Remus puffed and leaned next to Sirius's ear. "She's fucking perfect, Pads. Snug, wet, and lustful."

Sirius, who was not prone to blushing, actually had a bright color surface his cheeks. "Did she sigh 'Sir' the whole time?" Sirius murmured.

"Yes, and 'please,'" Remus agreed in a soft tone.

Sirius shivered. Thinking of her in several different ways with the same type of tone and begging was a new fantasy for him. Including around his dripping cock. Moony said she had an excellent oral presentation. Muffled words and big pouty eyes. "Okay, okay, later over a drink, tell me," Sirius puffed as he pushed Remus away.

"We are planning on going shopping after her appointment with the real estate agent today. Did you want to come with the Potters? I know you have decent tastes. I am less inclined to pick this or that and make her grab both."

Sirius grinned and nodded as he reached for the coffee pot and mug. "Yes, I'd love to, Moony. You know how much I enjoy picking out pretty things for pretty girls. I might even convince her to get things for more photos."

Remus agreed as he plated the eggs next to the bacon. "I told her if it was your request to apply less impatience if we were to continue this adventure. She has some ideas she wants to share with you sometime."

Sirius raised his eyebrows. "She does?"

"Yes," Remus hummed. "Sirius, she's not like Nina at all," his voice was soft.

The tattooed man tilted his head and twitched his lips. "No? She doesn't try to top from the bottom?"

"No, absolutely not. I'm positive if I scolded her, it would make her cry. She pouted once, I took the bait because I was more than ready, and she was obedient otherwise," Remus sighed. "She's so sweet."

That's why Sirius adored her. She wasn't a brat but still playful. And Hermione would much rather break herself than try to force him into fatherhood. No, she wasn't a bitch like Remus's last girl. He actually liked this one more than he was willing to say. Sirius scowled as his thoughts wandered.

"Well, she is who she is," He settled on with a smile while sipping his black coffee. "Moony, she's got you for sure."

"I know," Remus groaned. "But not in a bratty way. She's so willing and sweet; it makes it so easy to do it. There's no fighting, no forcing compliance. Pads, I don't think I'll ever have to pull out my black box."

"Black box?" Ginny's voice entered the room.

The marauders turned to see her skipping in with a smile. "Oh, sorry, Ginerva," Remus hummed. "Just talking about the photoshoot we had done recently."

"The ones with Hermione?" Ginny questioned with a teasing smile. "She told me. I'm glad you all are having fun."

Remus and Sirius had echoed expressions. Shock.

"She told you?" Sirius asked. "I mean, I knew she was being honest, but I didn't think she'd spill about her current affair."

Ginny grinned and nodded. "I suppose she needed to let her friend know why she is interested in staying in LA after all this. Between the first one and the shower, I'm sure she's pretty excited for a continuation. Hermione doesn't usually like attention, but you both bring that side out in her. I'm happy with that. She deserves to have happiness and to feel worthy."

So she didn't know about the one while they were out. Good. "Well, Mrs. Potter, aren't you crafty and kind," Sirius snickered.

Ginny batted her hair away from her shoulder and nodded. "Just as long as you both take care of her. She's barmy for you. She doesn't just drop her knickers for one man, let alone two. Dominant or not," Ginny finished in a whisper.

Sirius waved his free hand. "Don't trouble yourself, Gin. I just like to take pretty pictures."

She arched her eyebrow at him as her lips thinned. "Well, she doesn't feel that way. I'd be careful with that loyalty, Sirius. Obviously, if Remus had a problem with it, he wouldn't be telling you about his date."

"How much did you hear?" Remus questioned as he moved over the plates and began frying up more eggs.

"Who's Nina?" Ginny asked while crossing her arms.

Remus twitched his mouth. "My last submissive," he said bluntly.

Ginny nodded with a twitch to her lips; it was apparent she was curious about the whole situation, or she wouldn't have asked. "Then you know how much I heard when you weren't breathing in each other's ear. I like the shopping idea. I'm on board as her average friend to be supportive of this path she's on. Harry is asleep, you don't have to worry about him overhearing," She finished as Remus glanced back at the doorway.

"How do you know?" Sirius snorted.

"I know my husband. He's snoring until our alarm goes off. I just woke up early to talk to my mum about the children," Ginny voiced as she shifted.

Sirius licked his lips after sipping his coffee. "You're not upset at her unique interests?"

Ginny snorted. "Are you kidding? I've been trying to peel stories from her for the last two days. My husband, God loves him, is an average and sweet man. I can't get him to spank me without him apologizing, and my curiosity has only been through magazines. Sex is unique for everyone, and relationships are all different levels of intimacy. I've been trying to tell her that for years," Ginny paused and tapped her chin. "But I guess she got the memo."

Remus smiled and arched an eyebrow. "You're very unique, Ginerva."

Ginny stifled a smile and raised her chin. "I know. That's why Harry married me and not some Ravenclaw."

"Our kid is bland in bed?" Sirius scrunched his nose. "We should fix that, Moony."

"Absolutely not a conversation I'm having with a thirty-year-old man, Pads," Remus sighed as he set the plates down on the table.

"Moony; obviously, his wife wants more fun," Sirius winked at Ginny.

The redhead blushed and puffed. "Don't you dare try to pull your charm with me, Sirius," she teased.

Sirius's grin grew, and he flipped the bacon for Remus. "Oh, Ginny, dear, we're going to fix your sex life."

Remus grimaced. "Do you always have to do this, Padfoot?" He asked while moving for the fridge.

"Yes, absolutely. A woman who wants to have fun should be able to have fun. Our kid is going to get a rundown of what's okay. He obviously needs a man to pull him aside, tell him how it is, and let him do it."

Ginny laughed and shook her head. "Good luck, Sirius. He's always been like this. Our sex life is good, but occasionally a change would be nice."

"You're open this morning," Hermione yawned as she walked into the room.

Ginny analyzed the baggy shirt and her shorts. "Seems someone had a long night."

Hermione's cheeks bloomed with color as she scrubbed her face. "Shut it," she puffed.

"My darling," Remus started. "Sit down and get some tea."

Hermione padded over and sat with a wince. "Thank you," she said as he bent and kissed her hair.

Ginny skipped over and sat down next to her as Sirius plopped in the chair opposite. His smile was a taunt as Hermione rolled her neck. "So, long night, she says," Sirius murmured.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Yes, if you must know," she paused and looked to Ginny. "Both of you aren't going to tag team me on this."

Remus tilted his head and hummed. "How long until your alarm goes off, Ginerva?"

"Fifteen minutes," Ginny smiled after checking her phone.

Hermione's face dropped as she gazed at Remus. He was teasing, right? He wouldn't make her talk about it, would he? His eyes grew playful, and he shook his head. "Not nearly long enough," he tutted and walked over with her cup in hand.

She exhaled and beamed at Ginny. "So, do you and Harry want to come with me today? I think I found the place. The pictures look perfect," Hermione declared.

"How about you and Moony go, Gin? I want to spend some time with Harry," Sirius answered.

Ginny gasped and patted the table. "Oh, yes! That would be so much fun!"

Hermione winced and sipped her tea. "You're just biting at the bit for more info, aren't you?"

Remus sat down and sat with near-perfect posture. "What type of information?"

"How does it work? What do you both do? What happens," she stopped when Remus held up a hand.

"I see," he said with a nod. "Let's take this very slowly. Remember, it's just a relationship with different levels of intimacy. I would hate for you to see your friend any other way due to an overload of information."

Ginny nodded and stood up, pacing to make her own tea. "I'm sorry, Remus. It's just so nice to be welcomed into her life a little further. We all knew Hermione had secrets, and I'm glad she felt safe enough to share this one with me. I feel more connected to her now," she explained.

He smiled, and his eyes caressed Hermione. "That's understandable, but let's not make my little Hermione skittish, either."

Sirius was grinning and reached over to muss Hermione's hair. "She's a good girl, after all."

Her cheeks were flaming as she puffed. "Yes, yes. Thank you."

Ginny wandered over and hummed. "I'm so glad that you came to LA, Hermione."

"Me too, Gin," Hermione smiled.

"Eat," Remus declared with a nod.

Hermione picked up her silverware, and Ginny glanced between them. "Do you wait to eat until he says?" she asked in a low tone.

Hermione arched an eyebrow and thought while chewing. "I suppose I do. I never really focused on that before."

Remus smiled before drinking his tea. "It's a subconscious reaction. Sometimes people like Hermione need permission. They seek it from the strongest voice in the room."

Ginny agreed as she forked up some eggs. "Yes, that sounds about right. Even when Professor Snape was horrible, she still listened."

Hermione's cheeks tinted as she cleared her throat. "Let's not talk about Snape, Gin."

Sirius sneered. "Good ole, Snivellus."

"Regulus is shagging Snape?" Ginny gasped. "Why didn't you tell me when you all would go out to dinners?"

"Because I didn't find it appropriate for anyone to know," Hermione mumbled.

Ginny glanced at Remus and then Hermione. "Is he the one that introduced you to all of that?"

Now, Hermione's cheeks were maroon. "Something like that," she mumbled.

"Holy cow, Hermione! That's insane! Wow," Ginny gasped.

Remus observed the embarrassment and scratched his chin. He was going to put a full stop to the inquisition before Harry appeared with a giant yawn. "Good morning, everyone. What's on the docket for today?"

Sirius smirked and swallowed a bit of bacon. "Hey, kid. The girls and Moony are going to meet the real estate agent in an hour. Want to go with me to the rescue? I gotta go pick up Snuffles and drop off some checks for the vet bills."

Harry shifted into an empty chair and scratched at his shirt. "Sure, Sirius. That sounds good."

Ginny clapped and leaned over to kiss her husband's cheek. "James says he loves you, and Albus said mum again."

Hermione rubbed at her neck as Remus tucked a curl from her cheek. "You need a bit more water today," he insisted.

Hermione smiled at him and nodded. "I'll buy a nice one while we're out."

Harry was chewing on some bacon as he hummed. "Remus, make sure she actually takes it easy, yeah? She's always sprinting here or running there. Soon she'll have a whole list of things to run and do if she's not reminded to eat."

Remus beamed at Harry with a nod. "Of course, Harry. We are going to see the houses today and meet Sirius at the mall. Let the ladies get in a bit of pampering and shopping time."

"Mhm, I love the way you think, Remus," Ginny laughed.

"I'm thinking sushi tonight," Sirius murmured. "Any objections?"

Harry coughed on his eggs and grimaced. "Why?"

"Because I take pleasure in eating out regularly," He smiled.

Hermione spat out her tea all over her plate in a spray and turned maroon. "Oh, my god, excuse me!" Hermione huffed and scurried from the room.

Remus grimaced and grabbed the napkin, cleaning off the table. "I assume that's a running joke between you two?"

Sirius shook his head with a big grin. "Absolutely not, but now it is!"

Harry glanced at Ginny, who was covering up a giggle. "Is there something I don't know about?"

"I could tell you, but it would make you blush," Ginny laughed.

Harry scowled and waved his fork. "Well, now you have to because Sirius won't let this up."

"No, not at all!" Sirius pipped.

Ginny settled and sighed. "We were talking the other day while you were checking out the yard with Sirius and Remus, and I commented on him flirting with her. She said unless his face was between her legs, that's when she'd believe it has any weight," she snickered.

Harry cleared his throat and tugged at his t-shirt collar. "Holy cow, Gin. You girls sure know how to gossip."

Remus exhaled as he set his half-eaten plate where she was sitting and removed the tea-spewed eggs. "Well, she has a point," Remus murmured and placed the plate in the sink.

Sirius scowled at him. "Ballocks."

"It's very true, you have a silver tongue, and no follow-through," Remus insisted.

"Wait, aren't you kind of dating her, Remus?" Harry asked.

"Yes," He agreed. "I was only agreeing with Hermione."

"Ball-ocks," Sirius spat in two separate pauses.

Remus waved his hand in the air. "After all, he was the one to suggest bringing her home. I can only be thankful he doesn't have the follow-through," Remus smirked and returned to the table with some toast.

Hermione walked into the room just as Sirius stood up. "Bloody codger, I didn't pursue her because you told me not to! Even if I did, it isn't like I'd deserve her!" He barked.

Bait and catch. Sirius realized he fell into the dominant manipulation when Harry raised his eyebrows. Ginny was sitting with a stifled smile as she forked more of her food.

"Jesus, Sirius, relax," Hermione puffed and sat down. "That outburst is quite uncalled for. Especially when you could have any woman alive. The definition of any is countless in number, me included."

Sirius sunk to his chair and puffed as Hermione smiled at him. "I apologize."

Harry narrowed his eyes at Hermione. "What does that mean?"

"It means, Harry, as I've so kindly tried to keep you out of my sex life, I'm attracted to your godfather," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes. "Do I need to enlighten you to the extent?"

"No, really, no," he squirmed.

"Good," Hermione exhaled and glanced down at the plate. "Remus, why is your plate here?"

Remus stroked her hair and smiled. "Because you're going to eat. I brought toast and planned on some yogurt on the way out. You need it, my darling," he nodded. "Please eat?"

Hermione took up the fork and began to eat.

"Any woman?" Sirius inquired as he glanced over at her.

"Any," Hermione confirmed. "That is single and or available, of course."

"Of course," Sirius snorted.

"If you could only promote your staying power, I think you could bag a princess, Pads," Remus chuckled.

Sirius sat up straighter and smirked. "That's very true. Maybe something exotic with curls and tattoos."

Hermione felt the sting of rejection and stabbed at her food. "Yes, I'm sure you could manage," she said with a stern tone.

Harry reached over for Ginny's tea and cleared his throat. "Hermione, where is this house you're seeing today?"

Her eyes shot to him, and she exhaled. "It's not far from here actually. Up the hill a bit, but the scenery is stunning, and there's a pool. It's four bedrooms, three baths, a guest quarters, a sitting room, a luxurious kitchen, and a downstairs den, among other tidbits. They must have had a musician who lived there because the den is soundproof. Well, that's what Sandra, the real estate owner said. If I buy it, I plan on making that my study, but I have to see it. It might be too large, and then I would just convert it to a miscellaneous room," Hermione finished with a nod.

Sirius glanced over at Remus with an arched eyebrow. A soundproof downstairs den?

"Does she know the previous owners?" Remus asked.

Hermione bobbed her head after sipping her tea. "One of Sharon's friends is selling the place."

Sirius smirked and scratched his chin. "Well, that sounds charming and expensive."

Hermione sighed with a nod. "It's a colonial home. Very quaint in a rich kind of way."

"You sound like you've been eyeing this one a while," Harry mused.

Hermione chewed her lips and shook her head. "No, actually, Sharon heard from her friend that she was putting it up, and she thought of me immediately. Thought it was just my type of home, and the pictures are to die for."

Just her type of home indeed. "Well, I can't wait to see if it gets your seal of approval," Remus smiled.

"Me too!" Ginny exclaimed and hugged Hermione.

A new sensation had crept over her as she sat in the car with Ginny in the back. Hermione was wearing a dress, Remus's request. It was maroon, decently fitted for seeing real estate, oh, and did she mention, without knickers? She had no knickers on. Hermione Granger never left the house without wearing knickers, and this was a first.

Remus seemed to take immense enjoyment at her bulging eyes when he told her no. Now, she was shifting and praying that he wasn't interested in torturing her further. He stopped the car and grunted.

"You had forgotten to mention it was a gated estate," he puffed.

Hermione pressed down her smile. "Yes, I must have forgotten. The code is seven-four-eight-three," she murmured, glancing at her phone.

Remus leaned out, entered the code, and the gates opened. Ginny gasped as they pulled into the front yard. It was gorgeous. There was a considerable stretch of a driveway leading to several garages, and the trees gave it a secluded feel. Hermione sat up and bounced as she took in the brick building.

"Ginny, Gin, it looks better than the pictures!" Hermione exclaimed in a quiet but excitable tone.

"Yeah, what the bloody hell, Hermione! It's huge!" Ginny replied.

Was this what she wanted her future to look like? Remus quite enjoyed the fact that not only was she impatient to see it, but the house was also quite handsome. It seemed to be a house to spend hours, months, and years basking in its piece of time.

The car stopped, and a woman stepped out of the doorway. She scowled when noticing the driver. Sandra was a lithe, tall, and tan woman with long black hair that was snaked into a bun. She usually had a plastered smile, but her pinched expression remained as Hermione climbed out.

"Sandra, this place is beautiful!" Hermione gasped.

Sandra shook out her pointed features and smiled. "Sharon was right. You were going to burst," she giggled.

"Hello, Sadie," Remus murmured as he held out his hand.

"Moony," She nodded and shook it.

Hermione arched an eyebrow. No one but Sirius called him Moony. "Hermione, look! These garages could hold almost six cars altogether!" Ginny shouted as she glanced in the open doors.

Hermione licked her lips and called out. "I'll be right there."

Sandra beamed at Hermione and gestured to the yard. "Why don't you take a look, Sweetheart? We have plenty of time."

Hermione eyed them. Remus gave her a single nod, and Hermione bowed her head with a curl to her lips. "Alright, thank you," she nodded and skipped over to Ginny.

"Funny seeing you here," Remus hummed.

"I agree. When's the last time you played in the dark, Moony?"

"Less time than the last time we saw each other. Still finding pretty girls to tame?" Remus asked, his calm tone didn't replicate the posture he struck.

Sandra glanced at the women chattering about the garage and then back. "I was working on one currently."

"She's not interested, nor is she available," Remus said in a tense tone.

"Oh, did Moony find a sweet girl this time?" Sandra smirked. "I suppose after your bratty one flew the nest, you needed sugar high."

His jaw tightened. "Something like that. It was a coincidence, and Bunny insisted we meet."

Sandra shrugged and tilted her head. "Oh, well, we'll see. I wasn't too invested yet."

"Glad to see we understand each other," Remus said.

"Have you seen Nina lately? I heard she has gotten herself into a whirl of trouble," Sandra tutted.

Remus rolled his neck and hummed. "I don't much care for the past, Sadie."

"How could you with someone so delicious at your fingertips? Want to see the house? I hear the den is scream proof," Sandra smiled and melted from her stiff pose.

Remus inhaled and rocked his head. "If she desires."

Sandra pivoted, and her jagged energy turned fluid as she strode toward the women giggling over the front yard. Remus twitched his nose and followed with ease in his step.

Hermione skipped up to him and tilted her head. "Isn't this place so pretty?"

"It is," Remus smiled.

Hermione stepped toward him and licked her lips. "Have a nice chat?"

Remus ground his teeth. "Decent. If you're looking at more houses, I'm coming with you from now on, understood?" He questioned.

Hermione glanced at Sandra and Ginny, talking about the trees and then back at Remus. "Something wrong?"

"She's part of our scene and not a nice mistress," Remus hummed.

Hermione's cheeks burned. "She's always been so nice to me," she whispered.

"Exactly," Remus said. "She always will be to those that aren't hers. She will never harm you, but I'm not comfortable with you being alone with her anymore."

Hermione rocked her head. "Yes, Sir."

Remus bent to her and kissed her forehead. "My good girl, let's see this house," he whispered and took her hand.

When they stepped inside, Sandra walked them through, and Remus felt a surge of enthrallment. He held her hand as she pointed out different things. Hermione had understated the whole place. Likely purposely so she didn't get her hopes up, but it was gorgeous.

From the large guest quarters and bath to the lovely updated kitchen, and even a secluded library, the downstairs seemed fitting. The sitting room had awful wallpaper that Hermione gagged at, but that was fixable.

Going up to the second floor, Hermione tore away from Remus in the master bedroom and twirled. The lighting was beautiful and overlooked the pool. Remus drooled at the bathroom. It was huge with a giant shower with a waterfall head and a bathtub that screamed luxury. The secondary bedroom was just as lovely, not as huge, but pleasant with a bath attached.

The two other bedrooms on the floor were decent, with a bathroom to share between them. So, it seemed that she planned on having more than herself in this place at some point. That sparked interest in Remus's mind.

They traveled down to see the backyard, and Hermione and Ginny giggled and waved at the plans that Hermione could implement. Sandra smirked and raised her eyebrow at Remus. It clearly asked if he was impressed. He gave her a single nod, and that's when Sandra cleared her throat.

"Sweetheart, why don't you take Remus down to see the den while I show your lovely friend the wine storage. I know you saw pictures of it, but it will give you the chance to check it out."

Hermione glanced at Ginny and shrugged. "I'm sure you want to poke around some."

Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, why wouldn't I? I really want to see the storage space."

Sandra waved her index finger and nodded. "Yes, actually. There's a beautiful space near the butler's apartment."

"The guest quarters?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, yes, now it can be considered such, but back when this place was built," Sandra trailed off as she led Ginny inside.

Remus reached for Hermione's hand and ran his fingers over her wrist. "What do you think?" he asked.

Hermione tilted her head from side to side. "It's immaculate, the price is a bit substantial, but nowhere near what it could be if it was updated properly. It's very spacious," Hermione hummed as Remus led her to the doorway.

"Yes," Remus declared as he opened the door. "How does this house make you feel? Do you feel at home here?"

They walked down the set of stairs, and she opened the large door across from a glass door that had the light on for the wine storage. Remus rose his eyebrows at the bottles stored. Hermione reached around the corner and flicked the switch.

The den in question was long and decently high. It was empty but had a feeling of security. Remus reached back and shut the door before stepping down the last stairs into the room. Hermione scratched her jawline and glanced around.

"It's far larger than the pictures revealed," Hermione murmured.

Remus could see it. Lighting setup, different pieces of furniture, a chest of toys. "Not a study, then?" He asked.

"No," Hermione puffed and wandered to the end of the room. "How soundproof do you believe this is?"

Remus was tapering a smirk. "Did you want to test this theory?"

She backed up to the wall, and her eyes grew. "How so, Sir?"

He sauntered over and slid his hand under her dress. "How's my pussy, my good girl?" Remus whispered.

Hermione moaned and squirmed. "It's missing you, Sir."

Remus played with her a moment and breathed. "I miss it too, but I didn't bring anything for it."

Hermione cast her head back as she panted and groaned. "Please, Sir? Please? I trust you and know you're healthy."

Chewing his cheek, he slipped his fingers inside of her and puffed. "It wouldn't be intelligent to do so," he tutted.

She flung her arms over her head and arched. Such trust. Such submission. Remus said, fuck it, and pressed her to the wall and unzipped his pants. "Arms around me, my good girl. Let's see if these walls will hold your screams."

Hermione coiled her arms around him and whimpered as he lifted her, pressing her into the wall. It was unceremonious as he impaled her, and she cried. He groaned and puffed; God did she feel like paradise. It was rough and uninhibited as she screamed for him.

"Louder," Remus growled.

She howled as he managed to snag some of her hair and yank. "Yes, Sir," she voiced.

"Squeeze me," he snarled.

She was gripping him so tightly, and Remus slid his hand over her crease with greed. "Tell me your mine," he hissed.

"Always, Sir," Hermione cried out.

Remus groaned and gripped her neck. "Cum, my good girl."

The piercing cry reverberated off the walls as she spasmed, and her heels pressed harder into his spine. Remus joined her howls for joy and climax, which wasn't usual, but he was so satisfied. So content. So gone for his good girl.

"My very good girl," he sighed and pressed his forehead to her, holding up her legs as her arms shook.

Hermione nuzzled his face and exhaled. "I'm taking the house, Sir," she puffed.

He laughed and kissed her neck. "I knew that before we got here."

Hermione sighed, and he shifted from her. "I did when I saw you in my bedroom."

Remus fixed her dress and caressed her behind. "Let's finish the tour and go home."

"I just had the tour, I'm quite satisfied, Sir," Hermione smirked and tilted her head as she offered her arm.

Remus took her wrist in his fingers and nodded. "Let's go, my good girl."