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Bruises, Caresses or Both?

A picnic at the end of the summertime, noting that it would be the last time she would see all three men. But it didn't bother her amazingly. She could kiss all three men and only feel close to one. She never had sex with one of her three mice. She never planned too. Hermione was going to let him down easily.

"Arthur, I need to talk with you," Hermione announced in front of the table filled with all the adults. Remus and Sirius were the only ones that gave her a menacing look, but she ignored them as the both of them walked towards the green house. He took a hold of her hand when they were far away from Mrs. Weasley. She smiled lightly and took her hand out of his and hid her hand behind her back, away from him.

"Is something wrong Hermione?" Arthur stopped them about twenty feet away from the green house. He would have placed a hand on her cheek, but even in the distance, the adults could see Hermione and Arthur's actions. Instead he placed a hand on the small of her back and led her into the green house.

Hermione shook her head and walked towards some blue little flowers in small, tight packs. Mums probably, she thought to herself and picked at them lightly. "I don't think we should continue with this little... affair."

Arthur blinked, but continued to walk towards her, slower paced though. "So... your letting me off the hook? Did you ever actually ... like me?"

Hermione refused to look at him, but knew that it was better to set her grounds, so he understood. She forced her eyes to look away from the little blue bulbs and looked at Arthur directly. He seemed much more nervous than her and now her looking him directly into his eyes... he seemed off centered, surprised. "I did in the beginning Arthur, god knows I did. But I realize it's not the right thing, to be messing around with you when you have a wife you could mess around with."

"Do you feel... nothing? Towards me, I mean."

Hermione looked away from him while shaking her head. "Sadly, I do not. I think of you as a father, like Molly reminds everyone as a mother. You married her for a reason Arthur. You love her."

Hermione watched him nod and seemed like he still needed to ask her something. "Yes?"

Arthur smiled wearily and shook his head, meeting her eyes momentarily. "Nothing."

Nodding, Hermione looked at the door that was slowly opening to show a curious Sirius. She smiled at him and stopped playing with the mums. "Hey Sirius."

"Hello. Arthur, do you mind if I talk to Hermione for a moment? I mean, as long as I'm not interrupting something." He started to turn around, like someone had already dismissed him.

"Umm, no. I'll talk to you later Arthur." She nodded at him as his eager eyes glazed hers. He moved away towards the door that Sirius held open. He smiled at Arthur and closed the door behind him.

"By the look on his face, you either put him down slowly or you gave him the full blow," Sirius said, not looking at her, but playing lamb's ear leaf.

Hermione looked surprised and shook her head. "What do you mean Sirius?"

Smiling, he looked up at her and slowly walked towards her. "Remus told me at the beginning of summer that you and Arthur were having a little bit of an affair. I laughed about it at first and then I saw Remus up in the attic, terrified out of his mind. A little while later, he told me that you and him almost had sex. The next thing I know, I'm in the same room as you, wanting you more than anything and you were letting me have you. The question is, have you fooled around with Arthur like you have with Remus and gods knows who else?"

Hermione looked away at him sheepishly. " I was only playing around with Remus at first. Then I started to like his rough play. Arthur wasn't enough and I started to loose interest in him. Now I can't decide between you and Remus. Remus is wild. You can be wild, but you can also be soft. Arthur was too soft. I knew Arthur was out, not because he was married, but because he wasn't my type. I dated Ron for a month and found his red hair and ... lips. Everything was too soft.

"I never really wanted Arthur to begin with. He was a... mou..s..."

Hermione couldn't will herself to say it, at least not in front of Sirius. It was her secret and her secret only what she thought about these men.

Sirius raised his eyebrow. "He was a what?"

Hermione felt her cheeks grow red. She was a slut. A very smart, brilliant, spellbinding, heart-warming, exhilarating slut. "Nothing. Just forget it."

"No, Hermione, what did you say?"

She looked at him tearfully and tried to walk past him, but he stopped her midway with a hand to her chest. "Hermione, what did you say?

In a low voice, she angrily mustered out, "He was a mouse to me. Nothing but a pet."-Hermione looked away from Sirius, her voice slowing down considerably-" I'm a slut."

Hermione heard Sirius chuckle and then his hand removed itself from her chest. She noticed that he was wearing shorts and sandals. She had half expected to see him in jeans like so many days were spent during the summertime. Looking down at her clothing, she lolled her eyes over her yellow tank top and her gray skirt to her making gray sandals. It didn't represent anything like a slut, but then again, you didn't have to dress the role to be the role. "Well, if your slut, then I was a man-whore in school. I did the same thing you did, except the part where I would try to mess around with older males. I didn't even try to go after older females either, really."

"Thanks," Hermione said, flustered and embarrassed beyond believe, but was thankful Sirius didn't see her as a slut. She was a bit insulted too, by him saying he didn't try to go after older men.

"But Hermione, everyone has a preference. It's understandable. Youâ€TMre experimenting, seeing what you like. And if you trying for experience, well, you certainly picked the group. Arthur was never really all that popular and he was like James: he saw Molly once and nothing would stand in his way. Remus hardly went out with females, but the ones he did pick out, no one knew about and let me just tell you, he got the better of the ones. Rumour has it that he and Lily shagged once, but again, rumours are rumours." Sirius inhaled deeply, not wanting to add his experience.

Hermione furrowed her eyebrows together and looked over at Sirius bravely. "He didn't go into detail did he?"

"Who, Remus? He said that you screaming weird things and the next thing he knew, Moony was basically killing him, heightened senses and everything." Gods, Hermione thought. He didn't tell him that we actually did have sex.

"Out of curiosity Hermione, was it me who seduced you or were you seducing me?" Sirius smirked at her and Hermione turned towards him an identical smirk on her face.

"Does it really matter, Snuffles?" She stepped closer towards him, biting her bottom lip lightly and inhaling sharply.

Sirius playfully stepped forward as well, continuing, "Again, Mione" - he said her name like it was pronounced ‘Moany'- "it's just out of curiosity."

Hermione parted her lips, all thoughts of being a slut escaping her mind. If she hadn't known any better, Sirius was being just as bad as a slut as she was. Sirius sucked in his bottom lip and let it slide out against his teeth as he looked at Hermione's wonderfully plump, warm lips. "Truthfully, I think we are both... just as bad."

Sirius had taken the last of the steps needed to be in order to hug Hermione. His arms had slide around her waist, one hand staying away long enough to touch her lips, allow her to finish speaking. He leaned down, breathing heavily on her lips, teasing. "I must agree. We're two in one package deal."

Licking her lips, she parted them for him, inviting, but he wasn't going to dive in just yet. He kissed her chin, slowly, letting his lips linger much longer than intended, moving along her jaw, kissing and lingering just as much. Hermione moaned, letting her travel down the front of his chest to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slightly before sliding her hand down the front of his shorts, grabbing at his stirring erection and squeezing lightly then releasing and starting the process over again.

Hermione heard Sirius moan into her neck, his teeth nipping at the side of her neck. A small amount of pressure to a small piece of skin and opened her eyes in surprise and gasped. His slow erection stiffened when she accidentally pulled. He growled at her, placing both of his on her hips, her legs curling around his waist to better help him as he found a chair and sat down. All the tables were too flimsy and he didn't like making much noise. He straddled him on the chair and pulled out of the kiss lazily, nibbling at a piece of loose skin on her lip. She traced his lips and rhythmically ground her hips into his, stimulating his erection even more. He groaned, his hands on her hips as she continued to make this motion, her knickers soaking with her juices as she felt Sirius' hard shaft beneath the layers of clothing.

"Hermione," he moaned out, but she continued with the pace, tracing his lips, watching his eyes close, his head lean back and then forward into her chest, but he moved his head back again and planted kisses along his cheek, nibbling on occasion. His hands gripped at her waist; she could feel the heat emanating from his palms, sweaty from her hips grinding into him, though she couldn't ride him the way he want her too.

Sirius rounded his hands to her ass, feeling her muscle tighten and loosen with every grind into his shaft. "Hermione, please..."

He was begging her. Good mouse, Hermione thought. Keep begging me.

Hermione's kisses turned rough, biting his ear lobe powerfully. Sirius was panting raggedly, trying to control his breathing. He wanted her to take her knickers off and ride him properly. His thoughts were concentrating on her grinding. Faster now, he begged her in his head. Faster, please. I'm almost there.

Hermione's breath was just as ragged and she could feel him getting closer... closer...

Upon her own refusal, she slowed down. Torturing him. Beg, Hermione thought. Plead me to go faster. She opened her eyes to see Sirius' forehead pooled with spots of sweat. She thrummed against him- hard.

"Hermione..." Sirius gripped her hips, biting his own lip. "Hermione... why..."

"Excuse me Sirius?" She leaned into him, still grinding into him and licked off his sweat. She loved that salty taste. Gripping the back of the chair, she waited. And waited. What's taking him so long, Hermione questioned in her mind. She leaned into him again and crashed her lips into his, marking both pairs of lips with bruises, her tongue massaging his tongue urgently, roughly.

"Beg me," Hermione said. He was fighting an inner battle; he didn't want to lower himself to her torture and was constantly trying to win in her game. "Hurry now, it'll take longer. You're losing your place."

Hermione leaned forward and grazed his bottom lip with her teeth, biting hard. She into his ear and panted a little, roughening her hips, marking her territory like a dog. "Please," she begged into his ear and she heard him growling deep in his throat, his eyes staying tightly shut. If she had too, she would grouse, tease, strip, but she wouldn't quicken her pace any. Then she thought that he was playing against her game. He was getting used to her slow mocking motions and using them to orgasm. She was only helping. And help she would.

Hermione grabbed at his skin covering his hip bone and ground her hips into him harder, circling. He moaned and she moaned back. She started to make thrusting motions roughly. He growled and she only dug her nails in his hip. Hermione lifted Sirius' shirt and licked his somewhat sweaty chest, finding a good group of skin somewhere near his left nipple and bit hard. He growled and inhaled sharply at the same time. "Hermione..."

She lifted his shirt further, licking up sweat as she tried to find another less taunt group of skin to bite on. Hermione found it and drew blood this time. Sirius arched his back into her. She ground her hips into him.

Sirius retaliated by sliding his sweaty hands up her shirt to find her strapless and bra and pulled down rather roughly, grabbing at her breast, playing with her nipple between his index and middle finger. Hermione shuddered and didn't want him to beg anymore. She started to drive faster, but Sirius found her hips again and made her back to the slow thrusting. He liked that she could tell. She bucked her hips forwards and back a couple of fast times and Sirius moaned, his head falling forward slightly. She took his hands and pulled back up under her shirt to her breasts, making him play more.

They both started to stiffen as Hermione started to go faster again. She wanted to feel his shaft shudder, come and then fall. She started to thrust faster, both of their breaths ragged, Sirius forgetting again to breath, his head swimming, Hermione's heart beating faster... thrusts getting rougher.

The door opened in the background, but Hermione continued to thrust faster into Sirius and her sharp intake of breath as she gripped the chair her orgasm washing over her in a flash of light. She convulsed, but continued thrusting and soon felt Sirius shudder beneath her. Hermione wrapped her arms around Sirius waist, limply hugging him close to her as she listened to his beating just as fast as hers. Sirius leaned his head back; they both forgot about the door opening.

"Holy, shit. You two are like animals. I wouldn't be surprised if Hermione was a dog as an animagus herself," Fred said, making George gawk. Sirius stiffened, but fatigue over powered him.

Sirius flicked the twins off and said, "Bugger off and if you tell anyone what you just saw... don't forget... your messing with a... Marauder."

George laughed and said, "Yeah, but your so weak and old, I don't think you would get us."

Hermione pulled Sirius' wand from out his shorts and sat up on Sirius - she swore she heard him stifle a moan - holding the wand at the twins and releasing some very savage birds on them. The twins tried to close the door, but some of the birds made it out and she could the twins running as fast as they could, screaming swear words and sending counter jinxes.

Sirius chuckled as Hermione slide his wand back into his pants. "That was awesome."

Hermione smirked before making a smooth transition from Sirius' lap to standing position. He groaned as the warmth that was sitting on his lap moved. He groaned even louder as he saw the wet spot from Hermione's knickers and his orgasm sitting right on his lap. Hermione leaned into him, making his legs spread apart as she rested his knee on the edge of the seat, not even two inches away from his resting shaft. Reaching into his pocket again, Hermione pulled out his and said, "Let me."

She kissed his lips roughly, but turned softly as Sirius weakly returned the kiss. She laughed into his mouth and said, "I love you, you know? Youâ€TMre so funny and soft, but rough. Your... amazing."

Sirius smiled underneath lips and asked, "So, do you want me to return the love?"

His hand snaked out ran up he thigh that rested in between his legs and stroked her saddened knickers. She moaned into his mouth. "Not now, please. Someone could be coming, you know."

Sirius rested his leg on her thigh and said, "Let them. It doesn't matter to me."

"And if it's Remus?"

Sirius opened his eyes and looked into Hermione's She was telling the truth: no matter what Remus had told him, he was too afraid to tell his friend that he had shagged, or more to the matter, dry humped his ‘lover'. He stroked her thigh and Hermione whimpered, but got her voice straight enough for her to say, "Scourgify."

Hermione started to point the wand to her knickers, but Sirius grabbed the wand and met her eyes a second time. "You get to suffer. I'm leaving my mark."

Hermione shook her head, a smirk climbing her lips. "I would still be coming even I cleaned myself up."

She licked his lips and straightened herself up, allowing Sirius to take his wand back. Hermione straightened her bra out and fanned her forehead while rubbing off the sweat; it was warm in here, but not warm enough to case her to sweat so profusely.

Hermione started towards the door before Sirius. Opening the door, she ran smack dab into Remus' chest. "Uff..." Hermione said looked up at Remus, smiling. She hated doing this, but she leaned up in front of Sirius - to him spare time to get out of the chair and straighten himself up - and kissed Remus, her tongue scavenging his mouth. It took him a couple of tries, but they stopped kissing all together and Hermione messed his hair a little bit. "Sirius wanted to confess to me that he knew about me and you. He understands though it was only a one time thing, so he didn't give me much of a lecture."

Remus was taken aback by her explanation. He had simply come in here to see if Sirius was up to playing Quidditch in the woods. "O... kay. Umm, Sirius... Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Harry and Charlie were wondering if wanted to join in some Quidditch."

Sirius smiled beamingly and nodded, "Sure mate. Be out in a minute."

Remus smiled back and looked down at Hermione, petting her cheek. "If you want, you can join too."

Hermione shook her head. "You go off."

Remus left and Hermione turned to Sirius. "I'm sorry I had to do that in front of you."

Sirius shrugged and walked over to Hermione, placing his hand on her ass and squeezing tightly. "It's okay. I'll come by later and give you a little spanking. First thought, Quidditch!"

A/N: Isn't it kind of sad that I am still writing this damned story? I can't decide which Hermione should have! They are both tempting meat, you know? The next chapter is gonna be one helluva chapter! I mean come on, couldn't you all visualize Sirius in his khaki's? I sure as hell could, with his shaggy hair, grey protraying eyes... rawr.

The plus to me not writing for a while - I'm getting better at writing! Nope, no classes are being taken here. I study others work and writings, creating it into my own. Well, since I told you a very helpful secret, could you possibly review on your thoughts? Weather or not you liked? I couldn't even care less if you alerted this chapter or not (because I do know who does and does not). Ooo, I also have a new and BETTER beta.