Hermione was sitting at her desk and reading the latest letter from Teddy Lupin. He was enjoying Hogwarts very much and inquired about his father. The witch wasn't positive what to respond with. She had cleverly avoided the marauders for the last two weeks. Her abdomen tightened at the thought of them. Bugger.
"Miss Granger, what are you still doing here?" Kingsley's voice interrupted the witch's thoughts.
"Oh, Sir, I was just catching up on some reports," Hermione announced with a nod.
He rounded her desk and glanced down at the letter. "Young Lupin seems quite satisfied with school," he said with a smile.
"He is going to get along marvelously this year," Hermione replied with a grin.
"How are your friends?" Kingsley questioned as he sat down.
Hermione cringed and set down the letter. "Harry says they're mending well. The full moon was rough, and my lupine friend attacked his dog," she sighed.
The minister scratched his chin and tilted his head. "I wonder what struck a nerve."
"I don't know," Hermione mumbled and shifted.
Kingsley exhaled and stood up, patting her shoulder. "You have a party to get to. I suggest you change and go, Hermione."
The witch rocked her head. "Yes, quite right."
"Well, enjoy the get-together tonight," Kingsley said and left her office.
Hermione exhaled and gripped her wand, swishing it over her desk and cleaning up. She was going to have to head out, whether she wanted to go or not.
The witch arrived at the Three Broomsticks and straightened her violet dress. She was confident that she was last to show up. Well, she had to go inside sometime. Hermione marched inside, and streamers blew around with loud shouting.
"Happy birthday!" many yelled at once.
She was rushed by several people who were grappling for her attention. "'Ermione! 'Emione! 'Appy birthday!" Fleur declared, grabbing her arm.
Luna ducked under their hands and tugged the witch forward. "Hermione, it's so lovely to see you."
She was thrown into a chair surrounded by gifts, and a hat was tossed on her head. "Hermione, glad to see you show up," George teased and pinched her cheek.
It was disheveled chaos of a party, but when Harry and Ginny appeared with drinks, she eased. "Hello, my friend," Ginny sighed and kissed her cheek.
Harry smirked and sat down next to her. "We're getting old, Hermione."
"Don't remind me, Harry," Hermione grumbled.
A drink slid in front of her and George chuckled. "Chug that down, plenty more where that comes from."
Hermione laughed and obeyed, swigging the ale. Harry helped her hold the cup as she continued, and the familiar faces of her school mates shouted in celebration. She slammed the empty cup down with a growl and smirk. It was well-received, and soon, food was being brought to the tables.
The party was more than just for her birthday. It was a celebration of making it. Every one of them had something to celebrate: families, children, great careers. None of them ever thought life could be this joyful after the roughness of their childhood. This was the first time in years that they all had a reason to get together and enjoy the freedom of adulthood.
"So, tell me, Hermione, how's work been?" Neville asked.
Hermione sipped her glass and nodded. "Very good. I'm happily working on new legislation involving muggleborn rights."
"How was that business with the two that came back?" Dean questioned.
The witch wanted to avoid talking about them. Her cheeks luckily were already red from her drink, so it was far simpler to hide. "Well, they're normal, I assume."
Speak of the devils… There was shouting at the door, and Hermione turned to see both Remus and Sirius walk into the pub. Hermione inwardly groaned and downed her ale. George set another glass down for her, and she bobbed her head and drank from the new glass. Ginny noted the change as the marauders shifted through the crowd enough to approach the large table.
"Happy birthday, love," Sirius said and held up the delicately decorated gift.
Hermione glanced at them as her eyebrows pinched. "Thank you, marauders."
Ginny nudged her and cleared her throat. "Why don't you go circulate, Hermione?"
The witch climbed from the seat and wandered to the other side of the tavern. Ginny waved the marauders to sit and exhaled. "Well, seems you all are having difficulty," Ginny mused.
Harry scowled as Remus tugged his collar. "I suppose so," Harry grumbled.
"It was a quick severing when she left. We haven't spoken since," Remus said.
Sirius scowled as he watched the witch talking with some wizard. He was touching her shoulder in that gorgeous and sexy dress. The animagus felt a spur of frustration as she laughed and sipped her drink.
"Sirius, are you listening?" Harry asked.
He shook himself back to the conversation and tilted his head. "What's that, Harry?"
"You and Remus?" Ginny asked.
The animagus glanced over at the werewolf who took his hand. "Oh, yes. We decided to give it a go," Sirius announced.
"Had I known, I would have been a little less shifty when I showed up at the house," George teased with a wink.
"Well, Georgie, you had to learn the hard way. Not my fault we decided to shag in the kitchen," Sirius retorted with a grin.
Remus leaned to Sirius and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to get a drink, it's loud in here," Remus whispered.
The werewolf stood from the table and walked through the crowd. Sirius sighed and reached for a bite left on Ginny's plate.
"So, how's it going?" Ginny asked with a smirk.
"Very well, actually. He's less grumbly after the full moon. We're enjoying the large empty house. It's been pleasantly easy," Sirius murmured.
His eyes traced the witch in the purple dress who was leaning closer to the young pissant who was flirting with her. He was touching one of her curls. Sirius thinned his lips, and a drink was set in front of him. "Drink up, Sirius," Harry said.
Sirius snagged up the glass and drained it in large gulps. "Excuse me," he huffed and stood up.
The animagus zigzagged in the crowd to lose attention and approached the wizard from behind. He scooped the man underarm and smirked at the witch. "What are you two up to?" He asked with a masked smile.
"Sirius Black, how are you?" the wizard asked with a smirk.
"Sirius, Oliver was just talking about Scotland," Hermione sighed as she finished her drink.
Sirius snagged the empty mug from her and put it on the counter. "Scotland is always nice."
"I'm going to head to the restroom," Hermione said and touched Oliver's arm. "We'll chat about your family when I get back. I want to hear about your daughter."
Sirius bristled at her quick retreat. The witch skirted from him as Oliver arched an eyebrow.
"Sirius, you look a bit out of sorts. Need a drink?" He offered.
The animagus shook his head and patted the man's shoulder. "I'll see you in a minute. I have to see a man about a dragon."
The animagus hunted for the escaping witch and found himself at the loo. An arm gripped him, and he was tugged toward a cracked door. It was dark and only more so when the door shut. "Who's there?" He hissed.
"Shut up, Pads," Hermione huffed, and he was pulled forward.
Lips touched him, and he released a groan. "Hermione, wait," he huffed between attacks.
"I'm bloody pissed, and I need a cock. Either shut up and shag me or leave," Hermione retorted, and he felt her hand slid into his trousers.
He couldn't help himself. He and Remus spoke so fondly about the witch after they shagged. It was going to haunt him later if he didn't comply. The animagus found purchase of a wall and pushed her to it, lifting her dress. It was so easy with her like his body knew exactly what to do to increase all the pleasure between them.
Her leg wrapped around his waist as he battled his zipper, but like perfection, he slid her knickers aside and impaled the witch. It was rough and passionate as he kissed her, tongue slithering in her mouth as she cried in jubilation. He pulled from her mouth and panted as his hands gripped her ass.
"Harder," she hissed through moans.
He was nearly pelting her into the wall as he nibbled on her neck. "Sirius, please," she whimpered.
The room was dark, and he wished he could see her reddened face as he fucked the little witch to oblivion. The divinity she held between her thighs was heaven on earth. His tongue ran over indentations on her neck, and she stifled a howl. Just like that the world was crashing together with light as he emptied his resolve into her.
They were panting and nuzzling each other between lazy kisses before he set her back on her feet and pulled out. "Thank you for the birthday gift," she whispered.
He stood there in the darkness as she shuffled, and then the flicker of light entered the room behind him. Hermione left him in the broom closet to compose himself. Shit. What the bloody hell was he thinking?
"Moony, it wasn't planned, bloody hell," Sirius groaned as his hand touched the door.
The animagus patted the door and exhaled. The anger was well deserved. He buggered up.
The door slid open a fraction, and the werewolf was glowering. "You didn't even tell me. I would have been alright with it if you just told me."
"It wasn't like I planned it," Sirius growled. "She yanked me in a closet and told me to shag her."
Remus pouted and shook his head. "That isn't fair. You can't blame her."
"I'm not! I'm honest. She was pissed out of her gourd. I went to find her out of irritation, and she pulled me in."
The werewolf exhaled and opened the bedroom door. "Alright, but next time don't cower and hide it. I chased you down for nearly an hour at the party before you told me."
Sirius blinked. "You're not still mad at me?"
"No, of course not. That witch isn't easy to say no to, and you've never been one to deny a pretty woman," Remus said while rolling his eyes.
"You're telling me that I can shag her in our exclusive relationship? Sounds like a trick," Sirius huffed.
"Will you come the fuck on to bed? I thought we agreed that if she asked we would give each other a pass," Remus grumbled and waved at the bed.
Sirius walked into the room, but his eyebrow was still arched. "And if she asked you?"
"I would hope you would be as understanding as I'm trying to be. You're not helping," Remus said while unbuttoning his shirt.
"Does this change things?"
The werewolf paused and tilted his head with a smile. "No, you barmy dog. She's our exception."
"That's fair, as long as you're not a jealous prat I was there first," Sirius snickered as he tossed the t-shirt aside.
Remus touched Sirius's stubbled cheek and beamed. "Well, there's always next time."
"True, now, love, are you going to let me take care of you tonight?" Sirius asked as he touched the werewolf's belt.
"Undoubtedly."
Sirius pursed his lips as he unbuckled the belt. "I miss her sometimes. Even just knowing she was reading in the room below settled me some."
"Me too, but she needs the chance to ask us to come home," Remus sighed.
"Will she ever?" Sirius questioned as his hand pulled the belt from the werewolf.
Remus stroked the animagus's cheek. "It's more of a chance now than it was this morning. Let's talk about easier things for now. Like how I became so lucky to have you."
Sirius stepped closer to the werewolf and kissed him. "Me too, Moony. Let's go to bed."
