Hermione was walked into the ministry with Harry by her side. Well, Remus and Harry head the charge. Sirius had decided to dress Hermione in a short dress with bright pink flowers. He was grinning from ear to ear while waving at different people. Remus, who now resided in Sirius's body was pressing his hand to his face in embarrassment.
"Look, oh, isn't this just spectacular?" Sirius snickered as he skipped in front of Remus.
"That you're abusing my wardrobe?" Hermione growled.
"Love, you haven't looked this dressed up in ages, I wager. I did a thorough mending of your skin this morning while I waited for you and green eyes to wake up."
Hermione pinched her brow as they turned down the last hallway. "You shouldn't be enjoying this as much as you are."
Harry hemmed and tugged at the collar of his robes. "Hermione, we're going to fix this."
Sirius stepped wrong as he fell in line next to Remus and almost fell. Remus caught the witch and exhaled. "Pads, you may be having a wonderful time, but remember, that's her body," He warned.
"You make me look very dashing and rugged, Moony," Sirius snicked as he caressed the animagus's cheek.
Remus cleared his throat and righted the witch. "Alright, come on," he huffed.
The group had finally made it to the Minister's office, and Hermione straightened the werewolf's tall form. She opened the door, and Kingsley was sitting at his desk, quill in hand.
"Harry, I wasn't expecting a meeting," Kingsley said with a scowl.
Sirius bound by the wizards and smirked as he pressed small hands to the desk. "Minister Shacklebolt, Merlin, you know I wouldn't have guessed you would have opted for minister, Kingsley."
Hermione groaned and scrubbed the bristly beard of her new body. "Please, Sirius, sit down," she huffed.
"What's this?" Kingsley questioned as the witch collapsed on the chair.
Harry hemmed and stepped into the room, closing the door. "Well, Minister, I didn't tell you there was a hiccup in their reinstatement," he began.
"Mostly because it's absolutely mental," Remus added as he stood next to Hermione.
"I touched them when I was examining their bodies, and something happened," Hermione voiced while crossing the room to her own body.
She lifted a slender hand to reveal the swirling scar on her right hand. "Yes, and now there's more," Sirius added.
Hermione scowled. "More? You didn't tell me there was more," She spat, which came off gruff and harsh in Remus's voice.
Sirius climbed from the chair and lifted the skirt hem to display the larger scar on the witch's thigh. "I assumed they were already there," he mused.
"Halt for just a moment," Kingsley groaned as he stood up. "You both didn't report anything unusual in hopes of what?"
Hermione winced and let go of the witch's hand. "I was hoping to clear this up before it became a problem. We were ourselves for the last two days, and I assumed it was done with."
"Magic doesn't just clear up like a rash, Hermione," Kingsley sighed.
"We were worried that most would assume they were scrambled from the veil, but I think it's something else," Harry added.
Kingsley was scowling but waved a finger at the witch. "Come here…" he trailed off.
"I'm Sirius, Kingsley. You think she would dress in such a fashion?"
Harry pressed a palm to his forehead. "Sirius, please?"
Sirius stood up and walked around the desk to the minister. Kingsley examined the scars and huffed. "I've never seen anything like this."
"Neither have we," Remus said with a headshake.
"I've gathered as many books as I could on anything between ancient magics to dark rituals, we've begun sorting through it," Harry scratched his chin and rolled his neck.
"What switched you this last time?" The minister questioned.
The trio was silent, and Hermione sprung to action. "Maybe it has to do with sleep? Or timing, it was two days between like when they came out," She offered while rubbing a scarred hand over the firm chest she now had.
Remus glanced over with a relieved expression. "Sounds like we could start there."
Kingsley released the slender hand of the witch and turned to the wizards in the room. "I don't have to tell you that this needs to be resolved before the full moon. Hermione, it's important if you know anything, to report it next time so we can help solve it. I'll have our Unspeakables contact a few other ministries in regards to this event."
"Of course, minister, we'll put in full effort to solve this," Hermione declared with a nod.
Kingsley glanced at Sirius with a frown. "Please don't damage her body, my friend. She is rather important for my plans of retiring," he sighed, patting the witch on the shoulder.
"I'll be taking great care of her, I promise," Sirius said with a smirk.
"I'll be updating you as I hear more back from some other countries, Hermione," Kingsley announced with a nod.
Hermione stepped forward and gripped Kingsley's hand. "Well, we'll be here."
Both marauders were in their different bodies and observed the werewolf packing things in a bag. The way she moved in Remus's body was not as smooth or calm as the werewolf naturally was. Her movements were rigid and quite a bit stiffer. As uncomfortable as Remus was to be in her body last time, he could see she was even more so.
Her flat was tiny and awkward. Bookshelves cluttered the sitting room, her bedroom was a small nook, and her bathroom seemed to be the only room with any luxury. Remus had taken notice of how stale the little place was even though she lived here.
"Do you come home often?" Remus asked.
Hermione glanced over and sighed. "Yes, I haven't the heart to decorate. It doesn't feel like home."
"Love, why don't you come to stay with us for a while after this mess. You don't need to live alone in this shithole."
"I know it's horrible, but I," she couldn't finish because Sirius skipped over.
"No, no, no, don't give it justification. Just say yes," Sirius said covering her mouth with a hand.
She seemed just as defeated as before. "Okay," she sighed under the small fingers.
Sirius jumped up in her arms, and Hermione caught the witch out of instinct. He clung to the werewolf with a big smirk as he lifted a foot while being cradled. "You'll have tons of fun, love."
"Sirius, you shouldn't enjoy being me this much," Hermione huffed.
"Are you kidding me? I get to be a lovely witch. I'm on holiday is how I see it. I get to investigate all the little details of what makes witches work."
"I still don't understand the appeal," Remus grumbled while shaking his head.
Hermione groaned as she set her body down. "Listen, don't investigate too much. I don't need you to know certain things about me."
"Like how you have the pertest pair," Sirius couldn't finish as Hermione growled.
"Pads, please to piss her off," Remus huffed.
"We're going to follow the rules this time. You both shagged twice, and each time it tossed us sideways. No one's going to disrespect my body again, Sirius."
The witch crossed her arms and exhaled. "Then what do you propose we do? If it worked the first two times, it would work again, wouldn't it?"
"Maybe it is timing," Remus offered.
"I don't want even to think you both are imagining any more dalliances while you're in my body, Sirius," Hermione spat.
"It might be the most it's seen," He snapped with a glare. The witch was far more formidable than Hermione thought while glowering.
"Sirius!" Remus shouted.
Hermione grabbed the small shoulder of the witch and sneered. "You best stop while you're ahead."
Sirius didn't back down and snorted. "What are you going to do? Hit me?"
A low grumble left Hermione's throat as she pushed the small form of the witch against the wall. "You want to play with my body so bad, Sirius?" Hermione questioned while pinning the witch to the wall.
"Hermione, breathe," Remus ordered as he approached.
The werewolf pressed a knee between the witch's thighs as she breathed in shallow measure. "Hermione, love, I didn't mean to push your buttons. I know Moony can be hard to handle," Sirius's voice quivered.
"You're going to listen to me, and listen well, Sirius Black. I don't want you to think because I don't fuck a knob in a pub that you can enlist my body for your fantasies. I'm allowed to draw a line. If you're going to betray that trust, I will show you just how helpless a witch can be," Hermione growled as the witch whimpered and squirmed at the pressure.
The blossomed cheeks and parted lips on the witch were sure signs that Sirius was feeling a particular way. Hermione pulled away and straightened the sweater she was wearing, walking back toward the bed.
Sirius puffed and scowled at the werewolf's back. "What was that?"
"Giving you the equivalent of blue balls, Sirius," Hermione announced as she clasped the bag shut. "Now, let's get going." She marched from the room.
Sirius gasped and squeezed the tanned thighs together. "She's a rude werewolf, Moony," he huffed.
Remus grinned and couldn't help the bubbling laughter that left his throat. "She put you in your place, Pads."
"I best be careful, or I'd have to suffer through the effects of your giant cock with this poor unused witch. I thought she was going to shag me," Sirius huffed and shook his head.
Remus blinked. He hadn't thought of Hermione ever entertaining such an idea, but now it was planted in his head. Why did that seem so… randy?
"Yes, let's not push her buttons, please? She needs space, especially since we're ten days out from the full moon," Remus sighed.
"Let's go. I need a long bath," Sirius groaned and left the room.
Remus glanced around with a scowl etched on the animagus's features. Had he thought the witch was more than just a bit attractive pressed against the wall with his body holding her? He didn't want to think about it, but it brought color to his cheeks. Leaving confusing thoughts behind, he left the bedroom.
Hermione was non-existent once getting to Grimmauld Place. The werewolf slunk off to the drawing-room to dig through books. Remus knew for a fact that she likely was experiencing more effects of his lupine personality than most. He wasn't positive, but it could be that Moony was going to be grumbly.
His assumptions were nearly correct. Hermione was miserable and restless. This other feeling on the outskirts of her own was not pleasurable at all. It was intrusive, like an animal pinning another down and investigating from nose to tail tip. It made her blood rush, and the lingering thought of elicit things kept popping into her brain.
"Merlin," she growled as she flipped pages.
There was a soft knock at the door, and Sirius's form appeared with a large mug. "Hermione, dear, I have something to cure a bit of that angst," he said while shifting into the room.
She groaned as Remus walked over to her on the sofa. "I know, trust me. It does get better." Remus said.
Hermione took the mug and sipped the deep hot chocolate with a nod. "Thank you," she sighed.
Remus settled back into the sofa and tugged her to him. "It's not so bad, Hermione. You need to find common ground with him."
"Sirius and I won't ever find common ground, Remus," Hermione spat before sipping her cup.
"I meant my lupine friend, not Sirius," he chuckled.
Hermione drained the cup and relaxed over the animagus's lap. "I don't want to stay this way," she sighed.
Remus knew of one spot on his person that was relaxing to have touched; his chest. He rubbed the werewolf, and Hermione let out a massive breathe. "That's right; just breathe."
"You've always been so stellar to me, Remus," Hermione murmured with eyes shut.
He chuckled and stroked the speckled hair of his own body. "Well, I have to take care of you. No one else is going to make a better minister than you."
It was only moments, and soon the affectionate touching was patterned. Hermione groaned and caressed his arm. "Remus, you're my hero."
"I remember fondly like it was only yesterday. My mother used to sing when she cleaned the house. Her lovely dark hair was swaying in a braid across her back. The way her bright electric green eyes held so much life. She used to call me her protector as she watered the garden. It was this way she lived with this thirst for living that brought me to her one true love, books," Remus finished with a smile.
"Your mother read to you?" Hermione gazed up at him.
"Every night. Each morning it would be lessons on science, history, English, but at night she would weave tales of heroes, knights, and kings."
"She sounded lovely, Remus," Her sigh came out hoarse and heavy.
Sirius's face seemed so unnatural as he scowled, but his lips remained eased. "She was, but she was courageous like you as well, Hermione. Without magic, she remained my caretaker and loving mother. There were times I was concerned for her, but she fought through like my champion. I didn't have an easy life, but my mother was my angel," Remus murmured.
"You miss her?"
"Every single day of my life. Even more so when my father left, he couldn't handle my condition without her there."
There was a thick silence between them as Hermione continued to breathe through Remus's soothing touch. Something small and tender occurred to her as she stared up at the contemplative animagus.
"That's why you were so happy that I took care of Teddy?" She asked.
Remus exhaled and shook his head. "I don't think you understand the gravity of what you did for me and Dora, Hermione. What heartbreak you quelled by being this strong witch he could run to when the world was grey. The stories you helped bring to life so his parents would remain in his life. You are the reason my son isn't another lost child of sorrow."
"I only did that because I loved him, Remus," Hermione responded with a smile.
"And my mother loved me because that's what it takes to cure a broken heart. Not gifts or pretty trinkets, but love."
The door opened, and the witch's form slid through the opening. "Can we have a chat?" Sirius asked, looking at the ground.
Hermione groaned with a smile and waved him over. "Come on, join the fray."
Sirius skipped over. He had dressed her in a typical grey t-shirt and some jeans. Probably the most average outfit Hermione picked to bring for Sirius to wear. Instead of plopping on the open section of the sofa next to Remus, he sat on the werewolf's torso. Hermione grunted and moved so the witch could have a part of the couch, unhindered by a body.
"I'm sorry about earlier," Sirius huffed. "I don't do chaos or stress extraordinarily well."
"I'm sorry as well, Sirius. We have the ability to strike at each other's sore spots quite a bit," Hermione mumbled.
"I promise not to misuse your body. It was insensitive and rude what I displayed earlier," Sirius said with a nod.
Remus reached over and touched the small shoulder of the witch. "We need to figure this out. Remember, we didn't shag before we switched the first time."
"If that's the case, then how did it happen?" Hermione questioned.
Sirius shrugged and sighed with a lengthy sound. "I don't know, but this was not how I planned today to go."
"Listen," Hermione said as she sat up in between them. "Whatever you both are going through, I won't be speaking about to anyone. I don't want you to do something without my knowledge again in regards to my body. I'm not judging either of you for loving each other. I think it's wonderful if you work it out. I am the last person who would judge anyone on who they love and why."
"Love, that is about the sweetest thing you could have said," Sirius murmured and took the more substantial hand within his smaller one.
Remus embraced the werewolf in a hug and pressed his forehead to the bearded chin of his own body. "You're a stellar witch, Hermione."
"Now, I'm going to go take a nap because I'm so bloody tired. Please don't do anything I wouldn't want to be done to me, Sirius," Hermione sighed, and Remus pulled away.
"Of course, darlin'. I plan on eating tons of cake, cut your hair and go to the pub," Sirius snickered.
Hermione elbowed him with a smirk and stood up. "No bloody shagging," she wagged a finger at him and paced to the door.
Sirius watched her disappear and turned to his own form sitting on the sofa. "So, shall we chat or do you have something else in mind, Moony?"
Remus scowled at the smirking witch across from him. "What is there to talk about?"
"Well, I was hoping that when we are ourselves again, we can continue where we left off last night," Sirius responded.
"I don't know, Pads. Let's tackle this before we jump to a folly relationship. We have played this song before," Remus sighed.
Sirius scrambled over to his own body and straddled the wizard. "Moony, please? There's nothing to stop us from attempting it."
Remus knew it was Sirius on his lap. He also knew that this was Sirius's body. However, he was staring into amber eyes and wild brown curls surrounded a flawless sunkissed face. Plump lips that always held a trace of amusement or focus. He was having a rough time sorting through the vision this time.
"I can't talk about this now," Remus said, turning his view from the witch.
"Moony," the witch's voice was soft and welcoming.
Remus looked over, and Sirius bent to kiss him. "Wait," Remus huffed.
Sirius continued and touched with the gentlest caress of lips to his. It was madness, but the type you bottle up and drink with a glass or two of insanity. Incurably the best feeling since the wave of chaos in the morning. Remus cupped the witch's cheeks and returned the kiss with fervor.
Her body had pressed with demand against his as small hands touched his shoulders and neck. So much was wrong about this moment. He was kissing Sirius, but it felt different. The curvaceous body over his lap. The sighs of sultry relief. Even the curls that were wild and rolled around them like they had a life of their own. He was kissing Sirius but felt the textures of a witch who was foreign fruit.
Remus pulled away and breathed while shaking his head. "We can't do this," he whispered.
"I know, we won't go far," Sirius replied.
"No, Pads, we can't. I can't kiss you while you're her," Remus clarified.
The witch pulled away and blinked. "Too odd?"
Remus swayed his head and helped untangle the witch. "No, it's wrong. It's confusing, and I can't do it."
Sirius climbed from the couch with a scowl that could bring a chill. "You're telling me that it's so repulsive to you that you won't even close your eyes and pretend it's me?"
"It's not repulsive, it's wrong, and I shouldn't feel this way," Remus spat and winced at his admission.
"Oh," Sirius said.
"That's Hermione's body," Remus sighed.
"You didn't seem to mind when it was yours you were playing with," Sirius hissed.
Remus turned his face away as his cheeks warmed under the accusation. "That was different."
Sirius stomped over and snagged a book off the table and ripped the shirt from the witch's frame. "How about this, Moony? Professor, would you kindly show me what chapter your bullshit is on?" Sirius said in a bubbly tone.
The animagus glared over at the witch who was twirling a strand of her hair and batting her eyes. "Professor, you're so knowledgeable and wonderful."
"You jealous prat, put her shirt back on and get the fuck out," Remus spat and pressed a hand over his face.
Sirius tossed down the book and sunk to her knees, crawling over to the animagus. "Remus," now his tone was dark and full of mischief.
It sounded wrong, but alluring and caused Remus to glance down. The witch was pouting and maneuvered between the animagus's legs. The black bra was a sin as it housed the beautiful chest perfectly in view. "Remus, please," Sirius pouted as petite fingers ran over his legs.
Remus couldn't prevent the elicit thoughts from melding with reality. It was too much, and the logical part of his brain knew Sirius was baiting him. However, the primal and imaginative side warred against it. The witch reached for the animagus's belt and sighed as the outline on his slacks announced his attention.
"Remus," her voice was a plea.
He came to his senses and glowered. "Get out."
Sirius yanked away and swiped up the shirt. The witch's frown was a mixture of hurt and resentment as Sirius tossed the grey fabric back on and stomped from the room, slamming the drawing-room door. Remus righted the belt and groaned as he threw his head back against the sofa. Why did this ridiculous magic have to play such a cruel joke?
