Author Notes: Well, we're going to have fun with this chapter. Steamy, but full of heart.
Remus was smoking a cigarette. Not his usual routine at all. Sirius had just explained everything that went down, and it took everything out of him not to punch a hole through the wall.
When Hermione exited the bathroom in her pajamas, she stopped at his pensive posture. He looked at her and eyed the floor in front of him. A large cushion sat on the ground, and she kneeled to it without question.
"We're going to talk," Remus said before puffing the cigarette.
Hermione bobbed her head and then bowed it. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Sir."
"Don't," Remus held up his hand. "Don't apologize."
Hermione rocked her head as he examined her.
"From now on," Remus started as she shuddered. "From now on, we are going to have new rules."
Hermione's lower lip quivered as she kept her head down. "Yes, Sir."
He took another drag and flicked the ash into the tray. "You will not ever, ever, disregard yourself again. You will say only pleasant things about yourself, or you will receive consequences. Those punishments include: Having to write out an essay on why you're an amazing woman, a focused, in-depth research piece on why submission is a gift and reading material on the many levels of consent and why it isn't your fault when someone doesn't respect it. Do I make myself clear?"
Hermione's eyes watered as she bobbed her head. "Yes, Sir," she murmured.
"You will be required to spend an hour each day on yourself. Outside of writing, girl. That means you will focus on self-care. If that means you will read inspiring books, or give yourself a facial, then that is what it takes. One hour, every day," Remus said with a stern tone.
Hermione let her tears fall as she nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"You will eat, three full meals a day, snacks between, and hydrate," Remus said through a cloud of smoke. "That isn't up for discussion, and when you don't live here, you will follow all of these rules. Do I make myself crystal clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
He set the cigarette down and bent forward in the chair, raising her chin. "And you will never, ever, again say that you are not worthy of anyone's love," he said in a softer tone. "You're worthy of so much more than that."
Her tears free fell as she met his gaze. "I'm so sorry, Sir. I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she whispered.
Remus reached out and stroked her hair. "My good girl. We've had such a crazy life in such a short time. The past hurts, and it tends to sneak up on us, but you're stronger than you think," he whispered.
"I hope I haven't disappointed you, Sir," Hermione breathed.
Remus wiped her tears and shook his head. "No, never. You're my amazing good girl. You will always be my good girl," he nodded and reached over on to the table with his free hand.
Hermione eyed the object he grabbed, and her eyes widened with tears still skating down her cheeks. Remus had a small chain in his hands and released her chin to hold it in front of her. She couldn't even think.
"This is temporary. When the time comes, I plan to indulge myself in something grander. This is for you, a reminder of what you hold for me," Remus said while showing her the heart necklace.
"I'm not following, Sir," Hermione murmured.
"This is a piece of my heart," Remus sighed as he leaned and slid the chain around her neck. "If you remind yourself that you are to care for it, then you must care for yourself. I have never given this away previously. It was my mother's."
She could die with how emotional he was making her. "I, it," she stopped as her voice wouldn't obey.
Remus placed his hands on her shoulder after securing the chain. "I know, I place a great amount of responsibility on you. It is difficult to take care of someone else's heart. Which is why I'm giving you a piece of mine first. It is a reminder to take care of your own for a piece of mine will always belong to it."
Her head bowed as her tears fell. Remus leaned back and picked up the cigarette puffing it in measure. He gave her the proper time to recover from the emotional moment. She sniffled, and he snuffed out the smoke to grab another before humming.
"We're going to do something tonight, good girl," Remus said.
Hermione rocked her head. "Yes, Sir."
"I want you to stand up, strip your clothes, and show me where Daddy spanked you," Remus said as he folded his leg over the other.
"Of course, Sir," Hermione agreed as she climbed from the floor.
She set her pajamas on the foot of the bed and returned to in front of him. Oh, he was so handsome, even with a scrunched brow and a cigarette in his fingers. The smoke swirled above him like a question mark. She was never attracted to the nasty habit, but he looked somehow more intimidating with it.
Remus swirled his hand with the cigarette as his right went into that sexy pensive position on his face. "Turn, my good girl."
Hermione turned around and pressed her lips together.
"Still a bit pink, that looks lovely," Remus sighed. "Beautiful, my good girl. Now, tell me as you rub it for me, how did it make you feel? How did it feel that he spanked until you came on his knee."
Remus never asked her about her excursions with Sirius. Her face was heated as she caressed her bum. "It felt so good, Sir. His fingers felt like magic as he tenderly caressed me before swatting me."
"Magnificent, and how did his voice make you feel?" Remus asked.
"Safe, loved, happy, Sir," Hermione murmured.
"Such a good girl. Such a giving girl," Remus sighed. "You can come in now," he announced.
Hermione jerked, and the door opened to produce Sirius in the space. Hermione chewed her lips as she met his gaze. Sirius was smiling and then glanced at Remus.
"Daddy is going to join us tonight," Remus announced.
Hermione's cheeks were filled with bright colors. "How so, Sir?"
"Turn around," Remus ordered.
Hermione pivoted and gazed at them as Sirius wandered over to the armchair. Sirius sat down on the cushion with his legs crossed. "Daddy is going to dote on you while Moony watches," Sirius confirmed.
She glanced around the room, unsure. Why in here? Why in her domain to be submissive? This didn't feel normal.
"Because, my good girl, I want to watch you melt for Daddy. I want you to know you're allowed to be both a sweet girl and a good girl at the same time. I'm not going to invade or command. I'm going to watch, hold you and caress you as he cares for you."
Sirius nodded. "Kitten, Moony wants to show you that we are united in our care for you. This means if you ever feel unsafe, afraid, or unsure about something, we both can shoulder it for you."
Her lip trembled. "May I approach, Sir?"
Remus nodded as he puffed out a breath of smoke. "You may."
Hermione padded forward and licked her lips. Remus set down his cigarette and beckoned her closer. She broke protocol and leaped at him. He pulled her to his lap and stroked her face as she cried.
"You will never feel unsafe again," Remus whispered. "You will never feel abused or hurt again by a trusted hand," he paused and kissed her forehead. "You will never feel unloved again."
"Thank you, Sir," she whimpered.
Sirius climbed to his feet and reached for her. "That's my soft girl. Giving Moony tugs at his heartstrings," he smiled.
"Daddy," Hermione voiced as she wrapped her arm around his neck.
Both marauders pressed their foreheads to hers, and she closed her eyes. It was the safest she'd ever felt in her life. The duality of her life was beautifully melted at that moment as she was Hermione, but not. She was more than Hermione. She was their good girl.
"Now, my good girl," Remus puffed as he pulled from the embrace. "Sirius is going to brush your hair, rub your back and sore bottom, and I'm going to ask you questions. After you're relaxed, Sirius will put some lotion on that needy skin, and we are going to curl up in bed together. From now on, you have permission to request Sirius's presence during any evening we share."
Hermione met Remus's gaze with a frown. "Why, Sir?"
Remus smiled and touched her cheek. "Because, my good girl, you are safe, loved, and cared for. If that means you want him to watch as I spank your bottom red, he will be here. If that means you want him to brush your tears away after a hard session, he will come. We are united on our goal to make you the happiest girl we can."
"And the very same when we spend time together, Kitten," Sirius whispered. "If you want Moony there to watch as you scream for me, or to play with you while you suck Daddy's cock, he will. We want you to know that your happiness is our top priority. We need to have your happiness in order for us to even have a spitting chance of being happy. Which means your safety, your need for us, and our flexibility is important."
She glanced between them and bit her lip. "Any time?"
"Any," both of them said in unison.
"And if you ever feel unsafe," Remus added. "We will full stop, talk about it, and do immediate aftercare. Movies, books, food, and give you the power you loan us during those moments."
Sirius bobbed his head. "Certainly. Because you don't sign away your power, you lend it to us. The very second you need it back, we relinquish it because we honor that trust."
Hermione glanced at both of them with this overwhelming feeling. She couldn't even define it as it filled her chest and took her breath away. They were making it abundantly clear that this wasn't something either would grow bored or hurt her over. They were making a stand; they were just as loyal to her as she was them.
Remus bent to her and kissed her temple. "Why don't you go snuggle with Daddy while I clean up and prepare for bed?"
Hermione bobbed her head. "Yes, Sir."
Sirius lifted her from Remus's lap and moved to the mattress, setting her on top. Remus climbed from the armchair and removed the ashtray, taking it with him into the bathroom. Sirius grabbed the can of air freshener and walked around the room, spraying it.
"There we go, Kitten. A fresh start," He smiled and tore his shirt from his form.
"Daddy, are you okay with this?" Hermione asked.
Sirius's smile grew wide. "Are you kidding me, Kitten? We get to both experience you whenever you say it's okay. Of course, I am. Moony is stern and strict, but he will always make your happiness more important than anything."
Hermione beckoned him over and patted the bed. "Lay down, please, Daddy?"
He arched his eyebrow. "You aren't going to tickle me, are you, Kitten?"
Hermione laughed and shook her head as he collapsed to the mattress. "Can I please just touch you?"
"You may do whatever you want to, Kitten. Tonight I'm not going to hold the rules. Moony does, and that means I get to be whatever you want with his permission."
Hermione groaned as she traced his chest and sighed. "You keep me so safe and happy, Daddy," She murmured as she reached into his pants.
Sirius grunted as she gripped him. "Oh, my princess, you're going to expel some of those wild emotions?"
Hermione nodded as she smiled.
Remus came out of the bathroom and arched his eyebrows. "Well, that's interesting to walk into."
Hermione jerked to move, and Remus held up his hand. "No, good girl, you give Sirius all the gratitude and love that you want. I want to watch," he confirmed as he moved to the foot of the bed.
Hermione tilted her head as she glanced at him. "Are you sure, Sir?"
"Do you want to suck his handsome cock, my good girl? Be honest," Remus voiced as he leaned over the bars with a smirk.
Hermione nodded. "I really want to. He gave me something magical earlier, and I want to desperately return the favor, Sir."
Remus chuckled and waved his finger at Sirius. "Then you show Daddy exactly how you do so. He was so strong, patient, and kind to my good girl today."
Hermione was relieved, he understood. They both did. The jagged energy from earlier was fading, and she needed this. She needed to show Sirius just how much she felt safe, happy, and secure. Hermione needed to give him herself as well.
It was interesting to have Remus observing as Sirius groaned when she revealed what she sought. "Oh, my lovely, beautiful, princess," Sirius sighed.
"Why don't you tell Daddy what you love so much about his cock?" Remus offered.
Hermione stroked him and breathed. "It's so thick and perfect. I love how it feels, Daddy."
"I love how you make it feel, Kitten," Sirius moaned.
"Did you know that Daddy doesn't usually get hard for pretty girls? He has a hard time connecting, but it does for you, good girl," Remus murmured.
Hermione gasped, and her cheeks bloomed with color. "Really, Daddy? I thought you enjoyed pretty girls all the time."
Sirius grunted and rocked his head. "I have a hard time, but not with you, Kitten."
She sighed and sank down.
"Wait, Kitten," Sirius puffed and waved to the night table.
Remus shook his head. "No, Pads. She's clean, you're clean, it's alright. You don't need a barrier tonight."
He let loose a groan as Hermione began. His fingers went to her hair as he stroked her curls. "My beautiful princess. Oh, you make me so happy," Sirius groaned.
Remus moved with delicacy to the door and turned on the music on a lower level. Hermione was glancing at Sirius as he watched her. She wasn't under an order; it wasn't something she requested; this was purely what she wanted to do and loved it.
Remus wandered toward the head of the bed and sat next to Sirius, stretching his legs out. He was smiling as he knitted his fingers together. They were alright with this. This was what they wanted.
Sirius hissed and hummed. "Jesus, Moony, she's perfect."
"I know our good girl is quite perfect."
Hermione moaned and caressed Sirius's abdomen with her free hand.
"Oh, Daddy is so happy," Sirius huffed and caressed her hair.
"You see, you're safe to be as greedy as you want with Daddy tonight, good girl. You have permission to do whatever you like. He did a great job taking care of you tonight. He needs to know he deserves you as well, good girl," Remus nodded.
Her mouth slid from him and gazed up at Remus. "Anything, Sir?"
"Anything," Remus confirmed.
Hermione returned to her task, and Remus glanced over at his puffing friend. Sirius groaned and cast his head back. "Oh, Kitten, you're so beautiful."
"Pads," Remus murmured.
Sirius groaned and breathed. "What Moony?"
"Focus on our girl. She wants you to watch her," Remus ordered. "Make your connection with her, and don't shy away."
Hermione whimpered as his gaze met her, and he mussed her hair. "So, perfect," Sirius hissed.
Remus grinned as she wriggled and moaned. "Look at her, she's with you, Daddy."
"Yes, my princess," Sirius panted.
Hermione pulled away and gasped. "I need," she huffed.
"Then take it, good girl. You're safe, and you don't have to worry," Remus voiced.
Hermione crawled over Sirius, and his eyes grew. "Wait, Moony is she," he breathed.
"Yes, just relax," Remus nodded. "Stay with her."
Sirius growled as Hermione sunk on top of him with a moan of satisfaction. He bent forward and kissed her, stroking her cheeks. Remus moved toward the pair and removed her hair from her neck. Hermione reached for his hand and put it near her neck.
"Would you like some help so you can be in the moment, good girl?" Remus whispered.
Hermione parted from Sirius and puffed. "Please, Sir?"
"Of course," Remus nodded.
His hand rested around her neck, over the necklace as his other moved to her hip. Remus assisted in her movements as Sirius cupped her chest and kissed her. It was a beautiful, passionate moment, and Remus was supportive of their connection. It was perfect.
Sirius panted and pressed his forehead to Hermione's. "Oh, my gorgeous Kitten. I've never felt so much for anyone in my life," he breathed and stroked her cheek.
"Daddy, you feel so good. Thank you for taking care of me," Hermione whimpered and arched.
"Just let it go, good girl. Let him have all of you," Remus whispered to Hermione.
Sirius ran his fingers between them and touched her. "Daddy's going to burst. Please cum with me?" He implored while his fingers worked with the pace Remus assisted with making.
Hermione moaned and nodded as she kissed him. Remus released her neck and cupped her other hip as he pushed and rolled her waist so that it was more deliberate. Her arms coiled around him, and with a ripple effect, she cried, pressing her torso to Sirius's. He weaved his arms around her and matched her sounds of approval while they rode out their high.
Remus helped her rock on the high and then pulled from the pair and returned to sit back on the bed. They were wrapped in this beautiful layer of vulnerability. Giving everything in the safety of each other. It was the magic of words splattered on life.
Sirius caught his breath and laughed. "God, Kitten, you are amazing."
"So are you, Daddy," Hermione sighed and nuzzled his neck.
"Moony is so smart. He knew you needed to feel safe tonight," Sirius murmured as he stroked her hair.
"Mhm, Sir is brilliant," Hermione smiled.
"Power is within how we use and release it," Remus said. "Daddy needed to release it to you so you could show him it was your choice. He was anxious about you."
Hermione moved her hands to his cheeks as she sat up. "I give it to you because I will always and forever trust you, Daddy."
Sirius rubbed her cheekbones with his thumbs and nodded. "I can see that," he paused and glanced over at Remus. "Don't you think Sir needs some love now too, Kitten?"
Hermione grinned as Remus arched his eyebrows. "I do, Daddy," she agreed while climbing off of Sirius.
"Insatiable as always, my good girl?" Remus smiled.
Hermione beamed. "Always for you, Sir."
"Well, you have permission if that is what you wish. Restrictions are lifted tonight," Remus nodded.
Hermione patted the bed. "Let me take care of you tonight, Sir?"
"If you so please, good girl," Remus nodded and moved.
The late-night bloomed to morning, and the trio was a mass of flesh and comfort by the time they laid motionless.