Hermione was humiliated. She hoped that if she regretted her actions enough, the floor would rise up to swallow her whole. She rolled over in bed; her mascara smeared under her eyes and her hair was unkempt and tangled. She winced at her horrendous breath, a mixture of sleep, cigars and whiskey.

She couldn't believe that she had molested Remus like that. She literally dry humped him and despite the fact that she aroused him, she couldn't help but imagine that he was an unwilling and embarrassed participant. She hoped that he would forgive her, but she realized that venturing out of her room was necessary for her to beg his forgiveness. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and she still had not risen from bed.

She buried her head into her pillow again and groaned. Hopefully, she would be able to hide long enough for her housemates to leave and never come back.

She realized that this was unlikely, given that it was a Sunday and none of them worked on Sundays. She heard the floorboards outside creaking under heavy weight and slammed her eyes shut when she realized that one, if not all three, of her roommates were outside her door.

She huffed when she heard their low voices, grumbling to herself about 'stupid men and their stupid nice arms and stupid sexy faces.'

On the other side of the door, Remus stood with his hand raised to knock. He was concerned, taken aback by Hermione's extremely late wake up and her disregard for their Sunday breakfast tradition. Sirius and Draco sat on the stairs behind him, each happily munching on muffins from a nearby bakery.

"I don't know why you're so worried, Mate. She's probably just nursing a killer hangover from all that whiskey." Sirius' voice was muffled by his breakfast and Draco glared at him, brushing aside the crumbs that fell out of Sirius' mouth. "She's much smaller than us, I'm guessing that she just feels gross." He shrugged at Draco, not understanding Remus' concern.

"Maybe it's her monthly." Draco laughed, sipping from his to-go orange juice cup. "It would explain why her date went so poorly."

Remus cast him an annoyed look and turned back to the door. "It's not her monthly, Draco. Don't be crude." He took a deep breath and faced the door again.

Draco smirked at Remus' concern. He stood up and walked over to face him in front of the door. "Why are you so worried, anyways? We haven't heard any screaming or retching, so I doubt that anything bad has happened." He ran his hand through his hair while he talked.

"I don't think that she's sick," Remus responded, "I'm just worried that she's angry at us." His sentence trailed off quietly, his brow furrowing at the idea that their Hermione could be upset enough with them to avoid them for this long. He knew that she loved Sunday breakfast with her boys, so he recognized that she must be extraordinarily angry to miss it.

Sirius joined Draco and Remus at the door, frowning at Remus' worries. "Remus, mate, she's probably just a little embarrassed." Sirius clapped his hand on Remus' shoulder to offer him comfort.

Draco smiled at Remus and patted him on the back as well. "I'm sure that's it, Remus. She's probably just a little self-conscious after giving us all such a racy display." He waggled his eyebrows at Remus and winked at Sirius and they both laughed at Remus' mortified flush.

"Ready?" Sirius asked, and his evil grin greatly unsettled Remus.

"What-" Remus' eyes went wide and he froze when Sirius and Draco both knocked heavily on the door and fled down the hallway. The two men were tripping over themselves to get away from the door and they laughed heartily at the dumbstruck expression Remus' face.

Remus stood frozen at the door for a few moments, trying to decide whether to flee as well or stand and face Hermione. He, however, got too deep into his thoughts and was suddenly faced with a fresh-faced Hermione, still in her large sleep shirt with a toothbrush hanging from her mouth.

Hermione reddened quickly, her face matching Remus' dark red far too closely. The two bookworms stood staring at each other wide-eyed for a few moments, only for Hermione to nod sharply and dart back into her room. She closed her door with a loud smack and Remus found himself staring at wood again.


The next few days, Hermione and Remus avoided each other with a tenacity that most people would be incapable of. Hermione copied his work schedule and kept it by her bedside, checking when he would be out of the house in order to avoid running into him. She made dinner at 3pm in order to avoid dinners with her roommates and then went back to the Ministry to work late into the night.

Remus, in similar fashion, was keeping an eye on Hermione's work schedule and dodging her when he heard her coming close or smelled her in the house. He desperately missed their physical closeness and late night debates, but he couldn't bear to make her upset and he believed that she was ashamed of what transpired between them.

Sirius and Draco were amused by their bashfulness at first, teasing the two of them vigorously when they were alone, but they grew tired of it quickly. They loathed eating reheated dinners without the witch, Remus' absence at breakfast on the days Hermione was home, and Sirius longed for his pack. Draco, similarly, wanted his poker nights back. He was especially fond of mocking Hermione about her failed dates, and without Remus, he and Sirius were too antagonistic. They needed Remus' kind nature to balance out their provocation.

Sirius and Draco conspired late one night in the kitchen while eating reheated lasagna, waiting for Hermione to get home with Remus slept upstairs. It was only three days until the full moon, and Remus was getting increasingly aggravated as Moony fought him on the absence of his packmate. Remus snapped at Sirius and Draco many times over the past day or so and they knew that it would only get worse as the moon drew closer and Moony gained more control.

Hermione stumbled into the kitchen through the floo late, roughly around 3am. She sighed heavily and brushed the soot off of her black skirt and greeted Sirius and Draco in happy surprise.

"Good God, what are you two doing up so late?" Hermione asked, trying to fix her hair. "Is there a special occasion?" She nodded to their whiskey between them.

Sirius smiled up at her and stood to give her a hug. "No, love. We're just drinking and talking about our newest case."

Draco stood to join them as well and let his hand rest on Hermione's lower back and led her out of the kitchen. She questioned him of his plans, but he shook his head and ignored her. He and Sirius led her upstairs and she followed confusedly, wondering what they had in store for her.

They crossed the house and she saw a familiar door ahead of her and she looked back and forth to the two large men leading her. She saw the mischievous glints in their eyes and immediately started struggling. They laughed at her unease and Sirius quickly pulled her tight to his chest, keeping her flailing arms and legs still. He carried her to the room and nodded to Draco, who threw the door open with a bang and Sirius tossed her into the room.

They immediately shut the door behind her, sealing it with their wands and they nodded to each other cheerfully. They went back down the stairs to return to the kitchen and resumed their drinking and chatting.


Hermione let out a loud growl of frustration and picked herself up off the floor. She struggled to gain purchase in the pitch-black room, bumping into an end table with a small yelp.

She heard a heavy breath a few feet from her and froze in place. She stared unseeing into the darkness; completely aware of whom it was that was asleep in that bed. She toed closer to the door and felt around for her wand but cursed when she remembered that it was in her purse that was down in the kitchen. She felt the door to try and find the handle, but cursed again when she felt it jammed in place.

She then crept closer to Remus' bed, hoping to find his wand on his bedside table. She was careful to be quiet, remembering that the full moon was close and his senses would be heightened.

She cursed again when she banged her toe on his table, her hands searching desperately for his wand to free herself, but a hand wrapped around her wrist suddenly and she found herself yanked into the warm bed.

She cried out in surprise when she was pulled in and he quickly rolled them so that he was pinning her to the bed. She scrambled to escape his grip but he growled lowly, pulled her legs up around his waist and kept her hands up by her ears with his. Remus pulled back after the scuffle and met her eyes confidently.

Correction: Moony met her eyes confidently.

Hermione gulped when she met his gold eyes. "Oh shit." She cursed softly. Her years of study flashed through her mind, urging herself to remember something useful from the numerous books and texts she'd read about werewolves.

She had nothing.

No books went into what techniques were suitable when pinned down by an angry, sleepy werewolf. She supposed she could use silver, but she didn't want to anger him more or damage him permanently. She decided that her best option was submitting and letting him calm down instead of riling him further.

While she ran over her options, Remus fought the wolf inside his own head. Moony desperately wanted to strip her down and surge into her warmth, but he knew that it was too soon. Hermione was not ready for a relationship, especially one as intense as Remus was sure theirs would be. Remus knew what he wanted, and it was she. But he wanted to wait for her to heal from her failed relationship with Ron, and he needed time for her to warm up to the idea of Sirius and Draco. He knew that he was not the only man in the house that desired her, and he wanted to be considerate of all of these factors.

Moony was not as thoughtful. All Moony saw was her heaving chest, the pale skin revealed by her yanked up skirt, her smooth, delicious smelling neck. He permitted himself one deep inhale of her scent, but Moony took advantage of the liberty and pulled her hips closer to grind into her firmly.

Hermione whimpered quietly when she felt Remus between her thighs again. She never thought he would be there even once, let alone twice. She idly hoped that this would become a habit, somewhere deep in her psyche.

She shook off her desire and reached out when her hand was freed to turn on the light.

The sudden brightness of the room snapped Remus out of his trance, and he sat back on his knees and ran his hands over his face roughly. He cursed loudly, and Hermione felt a strong throb between her thighs at the lewd language coming from such a straight-laced man.

Remus hardened immediately when he sensed her arousal and he found himself grinding mindlessly against her again. He fell forward onto his forearms and let his mouth latch onto Hermione's smooth neck, basking in the quiet mewls he pulled from her. Hermione's hands shook slightly when she drew them up his chest, but she quickly gained confidence and threw caution to the wind when he bit decisively into her skin.

She moaned loudly at the bite, surprised that the small sting made her so wet so swiftly. Remus felt like he was losing his mind.

"Dear Godric, Hermione. You need to tell me if you want to stop now, because I don't think I can stop myself if we keep going." Remus groaned into her skin, letting his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her bottom.

Hermione moaned again and pulled him closer. She reached down to stroke his swell, smiling when she felt him stiffen and his efforts renew in heightened passion.

Remus picked her up and swung them around, settling her on his lap and he tore off her shirt. He threw it, uncaring of where it went or what it knocked over. He let his lips slide down her throat to bury his face in her cleavage and he pulled her bra down slightly to lick her nipples. Hermione whimpered and moaned loudly, letting Remus pull her skirt up above her bottom and he squeezed her bottom while rhythmically thrusting up against her.

The door swung open with a loud bang, but Remus continued, lost in her softness and warm. Hermione was too distracted by the low growls Remus continually released, but was suddenly pulled off of Remus and thrown over a thick, strong shoulder.

"What the fuck?" Hermione cried out, dizzy from the sudden movement and unhappy to be pulled away from the strong, sexy man in the bed. She heard a scuffle behind her and heard Sirius trying to calm Remus while Moony determinedly tried to get to her.

She realized that the man who was carrying her started to walk into the hallway, and she squinted at the bright light to notice his white blond hair.

"Draco?" She cried out, humiliated to be caught without her shirt and her skirt pulled up so high. She couldn't help but notice that he made no move to cover her exposed areas, and her arousal was still incredibly present. Her chest was flushed bright red and she was sure that she was sporting at least a few deep purple marks on her neck and chest.

"Yes, Granger?" She could hear his smirk in his smug voice.

"What the fuck is going on?" She cried out, thumping her hands against his back and trying to get him to release her.

"Sirius and I heard you guys getting ready to fuck," Hermione's face flushed an impossible purplish red color, "and we knew we had to stop you from falling under the pull."

"The pull?" She tried to turn her head around, but her position was impossible.

"Yeah, Remus can't control Moony when it's this close to the full moon. He would've ended up fucking you six ways to Sunday and then making us all miserable from his guilt, so we figured we'd stop things before they got too far." Draco gave her butt a light swat and chuckled. "You seemed quite into it, didn't you? Little minx." He laughed at her cry of outrage.

Sirius came and joined them in the hallway. "I couldn't get him to calm down, so I just stunned him and dumped him in his bed." He shrugged, and then raised his eyebrow to Draco. "You going to let her down, mate?" He winked at Draco and laughed when he was finally faced with a disheveled, upright Hermione.

Hermione's mouth fell open and her face was still incredibly red. She had no idea what to say to her roommates after being yanked out of a man's bed. Especially when that man was Remus.

"Have a good time, kitten?" Sirius grinned down at her. "I like the black lace." He nodded to her bra and she huffed angrily. She stormed off to her room and flung the door closed, but not before turning around to give the men an incredibly rude gesture.


Hermione and Remus fell back into their usual pattern of friendship following that night. Remus came to her the next day and apologized fervently. They laughed it off together, but both felt slightly unsatisfied with the return to purely platonic rapport.

Hermione's sexual frustration grew to an impossible height after her close call with Remus. She found herself soaking wet whenever her roommates were near. She couldn't focus on her work and she was waking up at all hours of the night from her incredibly realistic but filthy dreams. The men rotated as the lead role in her dreams, and she even had one where the four of them were together. She was so disheveled after the dream that she had to take two showers to get the scent of her arousal out of the air.

Hermione started working later into the night to avoid the dreams, spending her nights in the library after her roommates had gone to sleep. She often fell asleep on her notes and woke up with ink stains on her cheeks.

Sirius watched her often, displeased with her efforts to distance herself from them. He didn't know about the dreams, but he understood that she was withdrawing and he couldn't let that happen.

Sirius waited until she fell asleep and then decided that he had had enough. Between her and Remus' awkwardness and her complete withdrawal, Sirius was getting incredibly impatient and he needed to feel her close to him again. He stalked into the room silently, gently pulled her off of her desk and picked her up in his arms. He threw her legs over his elbows and held her back in the other arm, tucking her head into the nook of neck.

His heart squeezed when he felt her give a small sigh in comfort. He smiled genuinely and walked her back to his room.


Hermione woke up to a delicious masculine smell. She blearily blinked awake, confused at the warmth and comfort she felt, as she was certain that she had been working late in the library again. She tried to lift her head to look around, but a heavy arm that lay across her waist kept her still.

Hermione's eyes shot open with renewed clarity and she tried to pull away sharply from Sirius' broad frame. She turned to her head to face him when he tightened his grip, but his dark stormy eyes were already locked on her.

His hair was more disheveled than she had ever seen it, but in a charming, intimate way. His stubble was dark and made his cheeks appear more defined and accentuated the contrast of the blue in his eyes.

"How did I get here?" She grumbled, relaxing when she realized that she was fully clothed. She pulled the sheet up to cover her mouth and prevent her morning breath from reaching him.

He rolled onto his back and pulled her close to his side. She rested her head on his bare chest and felt warmth blossom in her chest at their perfect fit. He stroked her hair soothingly and kissed her forehead.

He pulled her hand up to play with her fingers and gently kissed her wrists. Her core pulsed at the gentle intimacy and her heart throbbed as this beautiful man doted on her.

"No more sleeping in the library, alright?" He held her eyes resolutely. She smiled slightly and nodded, tucking her head back into his embrace and drifting back to sleep.

Sirius had no idea when she had become such a fixture in his life, but he knew that he would need to grow a thicker skin. This small fiery woman had burrowed her way into his life and he found that any day without her presence was automatically a bad day. He'd never felt this determined to keep a woman in his life before, save his surrogate sister, Lily Potter nee Evans.

His bond with Lily was intense, but familial. His link to Hermione left him reeling. He could imagine himself being with her in a way that he could never imagine being with anyone else, and he didn't even mind Remus and Draco's attraction to her. He was a selfish man when it came to his desires, passionate in all of his pursuits and determined to have what he wanted.

He understood Remus' desire to wait, but he was greedy. He couldn't help but take what he could get, and right now, he was content to have Hermione sleeping innocently in his bed.