Author Notes: This next scene is heated and yummy! NSFW
Remus was hiding in the drawing-room after he delivered the potion from George to the werewolf. He wasn't sure if the witch was honest about her intentions, but the whole situation made him nervous. There was a knock at the door, and the witch's face appeared through the gap. "Are you coming, Remus?"
"Hermione, please, be reasonable about this," Remus implored.
"I am," Hermione sighed and disappeared.
The animagus groaned and went to the doorway. The witch was in a satin robe and marching up the staircase.
"Hermione, please," Remus begged as he followed her.
The witch didn't turn to him until she reached the door to the master bedroom. "Listen, Remus. Let's not make this any more awkward than it needs to be, alright? I know in your heart you don't want to do this, but you have to separate your feelings from this. We're just shagging — a magical completion to this mess. I need you to take the lead, so Sirius doesn't get rough with me," Hermione sighed as she tilted her head.
He touched her cheek and scowled. "You're so lovely. I don't want you exposed to this debauchery."
Hermione laughed and patted his chest. "Debauchery, Remus, please. I think I am far less innocent than you propose."
He blinked and cleared his throat. "You're always so surprising."
"I wouldn't be your favorite witch alive if I didn't surprise you now and then."
Remus nodded and reached for the door. "I'll bind him. You wait to come in until I call for you, alright?"
Hermione rocked her head and clung the robe closer to her chest. "Alright."
The animagus shook his head as he entered the room. The werewolf was sprawled across the bed and groaned at Remus. "Please tell me she changed her mind?"
"No," Remus sighed and waved at the headboard. "Climb up there. I have to tie you to it."
The werewolf rose his eyebrows. "Bondage, Moony? I didn't realize she was into kink."
The animagus huffed as his cheeks darkened. "This is for her safety, Pads. Where's your wand?"
The werewolf gestured to the night table and complied. Soon his arms were secure on the bars, and Remus waved the wand. It worked perfectly as small metal chains wrapped around his wrist and became shackles. The werewolf tested it and nodded. "Alright, seems safe enough. Get my sweats off?"
Sirius was shirtless, and Remus tugged the black pants off his body, leaving the man nude on the blankets. It was an odd circumstance. Remus was staring at his own body. Knowing that both of them were going to do something, neither of them had done since their early twenties. Sirius must have felt similar as Remus striped because he exhaled shaking his head. "Moony, this is all shades crazy."
"I know," Remus huffed.
There was a knock, and her soft voice hummed through the barrier. "Are you marauders ready?"
"Come in, Hermione," Remus grumbled as he unbuckled the belt around his hips.
When she entered, the robe was tight to her form, and she was scrunched at the shoulders. There was such uncertainty about her presence as she glanced at the floor. Her cheeks were blooming with color.
"We don't have to do this, Hermione," Remus reminded her.
"We do," she nodded and shifted from her robe.
The animagus blinked at the sinful sight. Hermione was wearing lacy knickers and a sheer pink bra to match. Sirius sat up and cleared his throat loudly. "Um, love, where have you been hiding those?"
"It's not every day you're offered up as a human sacrifice," Hermione snickered with a small smile.
The animagus approached her and placed a few fingers under her chin, lifting her face. "You listen to me. This makes you more of a woman than any witch I know. It takes courage and trust. I won't lead you astray if you trust me," he murmured.
Hermione touched his chest and sighed. "I trust you, Remus. I always will," she responded.
He shuddered breath and traced her shoulder with one hand. His fingers traveled around her collarbone and to the first of the beautiful features hidden under a sheer cloth. The witch kept her eyes on the amused face of the animagus as he touched her.
"How are you so lovely? It takes my breath away," Remus whispered.
Hermione moved to remove her bra, but he stopped her. "No, don't. Let me."
She didn't move as his hand traced her with slow, deliberate touches. Hermione whimpered and breathed sporadically as he backed her toward the bed. "Let's not leave Pads out," Remus said and turned her around.
Hermione gazed at the werewolf and whimpered as lips touched her neck. Fingers picked at her bra, and Sirius groaned. "Moony, what are you doing to that witch. She smells like sex and candy."
The fabric loosened and fell to the ground, revealing her torso entirely to the werewolf. Sirius moaned, and his attention was clearly announced. Hermione huffed as the animagus cupped hands over her chest. "Don't worry. I promise to be careful. Trust me to take care of things, darling," Remus whispered.
His fingers rolled the buds over each breast between his fingers, and she rested her head against his chest, sighing. "That's a good girl," Sirius coaxed.
Remus ran his fingers down her sides and assisted her to the mattress. She was on her knees in front of the werewolf. The animagus breathed in deep measure as he slid the fabric down her thighs. "Now, you're going to play with poor Padfoot while I get you ready, love," Remus ordered.
Hermione nodded and crawled on her hands and knees in front of the squirming werewolf. "Love, you're original sin," he sighed.
"Thank you, Padfoot, how generous of you," she snickered.
Remus had to watch from the side. The remarkable view of the curvy witch touching what was his own body. That type of view wouldn't have ever happened if this whole mess didn't throw them all about. It was gorgeous and randy as all hell. He leaned forward and pressed her back down, coaxing the witch to her destination. It was magic.
Sirius jiggled the shackles and groaned as she began. "Moony, oh Merlin, this," he huffed.
"Relax, Pads, you don't want to get too carried away," he whispered while reaching for the knickers on the witch.
Hermione whimpered as his hands skated down her thighs with the fabric following to her knees. "Slowly, darling. Slow, don't be hasty with our Sirius," Remus breathed and pulled off the knickers from her knees.
The animagus touched her, and she wriggled. Hermione was more than just a little ready. He could feel the heat and greed dripping from her. However, he wasn't going to push the tempo for this song. Remus touched and stroked her folds with explorative interest. "Love, you're so beautiful," Remus sighed.
She whimpered and wriggled her hips. "Moony, please fuck this witch. She's ruining my resolve."
"Not yet," Remus murmured.
Hermione whined and pressed herself further in the air. "Please?" She begged while panting.
Remus slid fingers into her, and she cried and arched.
"Bloody fucking hell, Hermione, you're a masterpiece," Sirius hissed.
"Pads, I don't know, she's tight," Remus murmured.
"You can't get me this far just to quit on me now, Remus," Hermione groaned.
Sirius shook the chains and growled. "Love, please continue. You're gonna make it fall off!"
Hermione exhaled and licked the length of the werewolf, causing him to snarl and squirm. Remus chuckled as he disengaged from the witch and ran his fingers over one of her cheeks. He didn't want to admit he enjoyed hearing her beg with something in her mouth. All the dirty and illicit things he was trying to avoid being housed in his brain. It was coming to a peak as he watched her work.
"Are you ready?" He hissed.
Hermione whined loudly over the werewolf.
"Moony, stop fucking around," Sirius spat.
It happened with sudden recourse. Hermione nearly collapsed at the surprise and howled with delight. The animagus chuckled through a gasp, reaching for her long hair. "Come on, love, don't forget about Pads now."
His command over her. It was a breaking point. Remus just needed to touch her a certain way while they were all attached for her to react. Heated. Lovely. Masterful. All those words fell short of it and were muted in comparison to the climax. Sirius was first, and she drank him with eagerness and lust.
"Good girl," Sirius hissed through grunts and hoarse satisfaction.
Remus slowed and waited for him to come down before yanking her away from him. He turned the witch over and crushed her with a forceful kiss as he pinned her to the bed. The pace was rough and rapid because he had to have her ultimately. She clung to him and howled into his mouth as he felt her spasm. Hermione pulled enough away to cry into the room.
The animagus buried his face against her neck and nibbled and kissed at her neck before finishing himself. It was a beautiful end with an intimate flavor. Hermione curled her arms around his shoulder as she panted. Remus took his time kissing and doting on her flesh, licking her chest. "Oh, Remus," she sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. "This was perfection."
"Chopped mandrake root over here," Sirius growled. "Moony, flick your damned wand so I can savor the moment too."
Remus groaned and reached over for his abandoned wand, waving it at the werewolf. Sirius was released and exhaled loudly. Hermione whimpered as the animagus continued with his mission. The werewolf crawled over and kissed her with a deep measure. The witch sighed and reached up with a hand to stroke his hair.
It was a mess of flesh and satisfaction. So beautiful and blissfully lovely. Remus assisted pulling the witch toward the pillows in between kisses and nibbles. Sirius yanked the blankets over them and nosed her jawline before touching his lips to hers. It was so intimate and soul-bearing. It was them. Lucky for them, they had all night.
Sirius woke up and instinctively reached for the goddess of his dreams. The witch had tenderly accepted their doting until they were all asleep. However, when all he touched was scared flesh, he opened his eyes and glared at the werewolf.
"Moony, where did she go?" He groaned.
The werewolf yawned and scrubbed his face. "I don't know, tea maybe?" He said through a breath.
"Now that I'm me, I want to continue with last night," Sirius huffed.
Remus moaned and nodded with a sleepy grin. "What a night."
"What a night, indeed," Sirius chuckled.
"How many rounds was it?" Remus groaned as he rolled his neck.
Sirius snorted and waved his hand. "Between her and us, I'm not sure. It all just rolled together so perfectly."
"Think we can convince her to stick around, Pads?" Remus teased and nudged the animagus.
Sirius rolled on top of the werewolf and kissed him. "Maybe," he sighed when they parted.
Remus pushed him over and was about to attack the animagus with kisses. He stopped and scowled at the night table. "Pads, reach over and nab that."
Sirius scowled and reached out to snag the parchment off the night table. It was a letter, and she had written it in quick haste by the look of it. Remus fell to the pillow next to him and read it as well.
"Well, bugger," Sirius grumbled.
Thanks, marauders. I won't forget how wonderful it was. Don't forget your promise.
Your Hermione
"Bugger is right," Remus growled with a scowl.
"Why would she just leave," Sirius pouted.
Remus shook his head and exhaled. "How unfortunate for us."
"Unfortunate doubly for me, I didn't actually get to shag her. Your knob just got polished," Sirius grumbled.
Sirius set the note aside and winced. "Moony, she's our bloody Venus. I could worship that witch daily."
"She did this so we could try a relationship without distraction," Remus said.
The animagus shook his head and moaned. "Well, that's just like her, isn't it? Always thinking of others."
"She won't mention this again. We've done what we could, and we should try and get through this full moon," Remus sighed and scratched his chest.
Sirius turned to the werewolf and pursed his lips. "When I bit her, what does that mean?"
Remus exhaled and pressed his forehead to the animagus's. "It means that I'll miss her greatly."
"Me too, Moony. Me too," Sirius murmured as he stroked his hair.
They comforted each other through the morning… missing the witch.
