Welcome back every body! I hope you all had a great 4th Of July, if you celebrate such a holiday. Sorry this one took so long to get out, but I've literally been babysitting for six days in a row. Non stop. They spent the night and everything. I have one day off tomorrow before I'm back to waking up at 5 in the morning to get there. But yeah
ALSO! I started a new story called Around The Ring its another Hermione x Multi (not sure how many men are going to appear there) but its basically another one of those 'Marriage Law' fics, but instead of someone hunky like Sirius, or pretty like Draco, she has been stuck with Peter Pettigrew. There will be lots of drama, as it is uncovered why Voldemort made her marry him, and as many men come around to try to get her out of the situation. If you wouldn't mind checking that out it would be very appreciated!
Onto the story!
Hermione awoke to soft snores, her eyes opening a bit to stare at the man lying next to her. Her head was pounding a bit, but it was easily ignored. Remus was quite adorable with the sun behind him, lighting up his body. He was facing her, one arm curled to his chest, and the other rather close to her arm.
Hermione was also suddenly aware that she was bare. A blush came up on her cheeks, surely she didn't have drunk sex with Remus - Sirius would be rather upset if she had - but her nakedness slightly put her off. She certainly didn't feel any type of soreness that usually came with. Hermione pressed her lips together in a line, and sat up, running a hand through her wild curls.
"Hmmione…"
Hermione let a smile cross her features.
"Yes?" She asked him.
Remus said nothing. He blindly reached around for her until he successfully wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled her flush against him, her back to his chest. His hand curled up under her, halfway cupping her breast. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, and it sent waves right down to her center.
Hermione pulled the duvet over them, covering her breasts from being out in case anyone just decided to barge in. Hermione was just settling in, cuddling herself into Remus, when she felt something poking her in the butt.
"Remus…" Hermione trailed, a blush covering her cheeks.
"Can't help it.." He mumbled, his face suddenly pressed into the back of her neck.
Hermione shivered at the feeling, causing her arse to move against Remus, who promptly let out a groan.
"'Mione…" Remus whispered against her skin.
Hermione turned over, pressing her lips against his very, very softly.
Remus gave her a smug grin, something that wasn't seen too often, and finally opened his eyes to glance into her.
"What?" Hermione asked him, a soft blush touching her cheeks.
"Sirius is going to be cross when he finds out I got a kiss before him." Remus said, his grin widening.
Hermione snorted, her eyes rolling softly.
"Honestly, what is with you two?" Hermione asked him, her fingers lightly caressing his scarred, stubbly cheek.
"We both find ourselves quite infatuated with you, 'Mione. You're the girl. You're going to be fought over." Remus told her, his face turning to her fingers. Hermione trailed her fingertips over his lips lightly, letting out another snort when he nipped at them.
"I don't want to be fought over." She said, her hand trailing back across his cheek, and moving to his hair to grip it softly.
Hermione pressed her forehead to Remus', swallowing lightly.
"Too bad." Came a voice from behind her. Hermione hopped up in excitement, her arms coming around Sirius.
"Excited to see me, are you?... Why are you naked?"
"Never mind that." Hermione blushed, moving away from him to pull the duvet up to her chest.
"Remus, you promised." Sirius whined to the werewolf.
"Hey, I didn't do anything. I came in here and she was just naked." Remus held his hands up in defense.
"Sure, like I'd believe that. Herm-" Sirius was cut off by a set of lips pressing firmly into his.
"Sirius I need you to shut your mouth before I become incredibly pissed by your words." Hermione told him, when they separated.
"Right." Sirius nodded, a smug grin slapped onto his face. He gave Remus a pointed look.
"Too bad, Pads. I already got one." Remus told him, his grin wider than before.
Sirius's face fell into a pout.
"C'mere you git." Remus rolled his eyes and held his arms out for Sirius.
Sirius looked from Remus to Hermione quickly and back again.
"I already know, Snuffles. It's okay." Hermione teased him. She got out of the bed with a kiss to her boys cheeks, and stalked into her bathroom.
After a hot, relaxing shower, Hermione emerged from the bathroom with a towel around her body, and her wand out to dry her hair. The sight on her bed startled her just a bit, as she wasn't used to seeing them act so..couply, she supposed.
Sirius had flung his clothes across the room - or maybe Remus had - and the two boys were quite tangled in a heated embrace, their lips stuck together.
It didn't bother her, she just never imagined such a thing. She always thought the Marauders were brothers, nothing like this.
Hermione brushed the thoughts away and went to her wardrobe to find something for the day. Of course, she had no idea what was in store for the day, but she figured well enough that James had something planned now that Sirius and Remus were here.
"Mione, come back to bed." Sirius whined at her.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Honestly, I can't spend all day in bed. Sunlights burning. I need some time outside." She told them, turning to look at them once she grabbed some clothes.
"What? Some time outside to sit under a tree and read?" Sirius snorted at her, pushing some hair out of his flushed face.
"If you must know, yes." She said to him. Hermione opened her mouth to say something else when a tapping started at her window.
"That's odd..who would be owling me?" She wondered aloud, making her way to the window. She opened it, and the barn owl hopped onto her desk, hooting softly at her as she pet down its feathers. Hermione took the letter, tearing it open softly.
Hermione,
Tied to the owl's leg is your Christmas present. Use it well.
Uncle Albus
Hermione's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. There was no way he would send it to her. He wasn't that daft, was he? Although she was slightly excited to see what he had made.
Hermione untied a small, brightly wrapped parcel from the owl's leg, and tore it open. The small brown box that came from it looked more like a jewelry box than something used to destroy a horcrux. Hermione opened the box and was shocked at the necklace that lay in velvet. It was an amethyst stone cut into a locket. Hermione lifted the chain around her head, happy that the pendent rested just at the swell of her breasts. She opened the locket, and took the little note from the inside, along with a little metal circle the size of a pea.
Press it with your magic, but only when alone.
Hermione stuck the metal circle back into its holding spot, and snapped the pendant shut, the note in her hand exploding into flames.
"What is it, Hermione?" Remus asked her.
"A present from Uncle Albus." She told him, turning around to show the two of them her necklace.
"Its very nice." Sirius commented, quite enjoying where it laid.
"Mmm…" Hermione hummed in agreeance. She walked over to her wardrobe and admired it in the mirror, her clothes forgotten.
Suddenly, arms came around her waist and she was pulled deftly into the bed.
"Sirius, honestly." She said to him, shooting a soft glare at him.
Arms shifted, and Sirius's hands cupped her face softly, while warm arms pulled her back into a warm embrace.
Suddenly, she felt everything at once. Sirius's lips pressed firmly to hers, testing the waters as his teeth gently nibbled on her bottom lip, while Remus had shifted her unruly hair to the side, his own lips peppering soft, open mouthed kisses to her neck.
Hermione felt on fire.
Her mouth opened in a soft moan, when Remus bit into her flesh softly, careful to not break skin. Sirius took advantage, his tongue trailing skillfully into her mouth, exploring.
Hermione, the rational part of her brain that was hardly working at this point, thought that this would be quite the sight to see. Herself pressed tightly against one boy, while the other had his tongue down her throat.
The thought vanished when Remus placed another gentle bite to her neck, his hips softly gyrating into her butt when she pushed back against him. She could feel his need pressed up against her, and she could feel her own building up within her.
Hermione was suddenly flipped over, her lips pressing to Remus's. His kiss was much softer, but just as passionate as Sirius's had been. Hermione's fingers trailed across the stubble on his chin, rather enjoying the feeling.
Sirius, being the more daring of the two boys, promptly untucked her towel and threw it across the room, his hands trailing the smooth skin of her side's and stomach as he sucked softly on her neck, sure to leave his mark. Hermione hardly noticed that her towel was gone, her body was too heated up. Sirius's hands explored Hermione's body agonizingly slow, his calloused fingers just trailing around the places she really wanted to be touched. And she knew exactly what game the boys were playing.
Hermione disconnected her kiss from Remus and laid on her back, her arms going around both boys necks. She brought their heads together, her tongue trailing over Sirius's lips, then Remus's. Back and forth she went, coaxing the two boys to begin a strange kiss around her tongue. It was, very strange. Hermione had never felt anything like it.
Suddenly, there were two different hands trailing her body slowly, making her squirm.
The three finally parted for air, and Hermione pouted at them, her face flushed.
"You two..you will be the death of me." She told them.
But she refused to give in.
Hermione Jean Granger hopped right out of that bed and back into the bathroom to relieve the tensions on her own.
"That witch…" Sirius trailed, looking rather disheveled himself.
"We could just give her what she wanted without making her ask." Remus reasoned, a hand gliding through his thick hair.
"No, Moony. I want her begging for us. We can't give in, yeah?" Sirius told him.
Remus huffed. "Good luck with that. That was only our first time doing well..any thing and she's got us both wound to the point of no return."
Sirius shot Remus a look, and shrugged.
Remus then proceeded to take his mate, in many pants and groans, knowing Hermione could hear them from the other side of the door.
RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS
Effectively dressed in a blue jumper and some of Remus's sweats, Hermione bounded down the stairs and out the door, book clutched tightly in hand. After a few quick warming charms, Hermione settled on top of a quilt, and leaned against a tree she had become quite fond of. Of course, it was snowing a bit outside, but her charms kept her toasty warm and able to enjoy the beauty of nature without the harsh chill.
After a half hour of reading, James came outside with quick feet.
"'Mines! Dad's bringing out the pool!" James yelled to her, excitement in his eyes.
Hermione quirked a brow. She was quite certian that those pools were only in the muggle world. The little ones that were blow-up and easily transportable. But, she had been mistaken before.
"I don't have anything to swim in." She told him, placing a mark in her book, and shutting it.
"Mum'll find you something! Just hurry, come on!" He told her.
Hermione nodded and picked up her quilt, heading into the house to find Dorea.
After putting up her book, and the quilt back, she met Dorea in her tea area.
"Is there something you need, Dear?" She asked her. She currently had guests over.
"Yes, sorry to inturrupt, ma'am, but James told me you might be able to find me something to swim in?" She nervously held her hands behind her back.
"Of course dear. If you would excuse me for a moment, ladies." Dorea asked her guests, who nodded in return.
Dorea lead Hermione to the master bedroom and set her down on the bed, rushing to her closet.
Hermione bit her lip, her mind still wandering over the whole pool situation.
Dorea came back out with a simple black two piece. Hermione graciously took it from her, and shuffled into the bathroom to put it on.
The top was strapless, and hugged her breasts nicely, her necklace still resting in the tasteful swell, and the bottoms hugged her bum as well, covering it just enough. Hermione placed a sticking charm on the swimsuit, along with her necklace, and shuffled out of the bathroom, clutching her clothes to her chest.
"Thank you, Dorea." She told the woman.
"Anytime." Dorea smiled at her, and lead her back out.
Hermione put her clothes back in her room, and took a breath. She didn't know why she felt..weird, each of the boys had seen her naked. Maybe it was just because of-
"Oh. My. God." Hermione choked out, blush rising to her cheeks, and tears coming to her eyes. Embarrassment flooded over her as she realized why she had felt so weird around Dorea.
Those damn hickeys and bite marks. She was going to kill those boys.
Hermione marched down the stairs and into the back yard area, her hands clasped around her neck. She didn't even notice the cold, or the snow between her toes.
"'Mione! You look nice." Sirius greeted her, a grin on his face.
Hermione grumbled to him, and grabbed the two offending boys, pulling them closer to her.
"You two knew. You did this on purpose. And now who knows what Dorea thinks!" She whispered harshly to the two of them.
"We have no idea what you're talking about." Sirius said innocently.
"Bullshite. You knew we were swimming today." She ground out to them.
The boys shrugged at her, an apologetic smile on Remus's face, while Sirius had a smug grin.
"Alright, you three! Come swim already!" James called to them.
Hermione finally noticed that they were standing in front of a tent, much like the one the Weasleys had when they went to the Quidditch World Cup.
Hermione walked into the flaps and smiled, anger dissapating. There was a rather large pool in the middle of the room, and to the side only a slightly smaller hot jacuzzi. It reminded Hermione of hotels.
Ever so suddenly though, Hermione met quite cold water.
She broke the surface for air, and swam to the side.
"You're going to get it, James Potter!" She yelled at him.
"Oh, am I?" James asked her, feigning fear.
Hermione hopped out quickly, and began chasing him around the pool, noting that something on the sides was keeping them from slipping. Suddenly, Hermione leaped, pushing James into the deepest end of the pool, a triumphent smirk on her face.
And then, Hermione ended up in the water...again.
