A/N: I am just floored by the number of follows of this fic already. It would make my life if it could become popular, because I admire so many other popular HG/SB and HG/RL authors on here and want to be just like them! Haha sorry for my rant.

Hermione left the Potter's late that same afternoon feeling rather emotionally exhausted. They had talked through the morning, had the nice lunch Ginny had planned in their beautiful backyard, and then talked some more. Some of the conversation was light and manageable for Hermione – but that was Ginny's doing. Harry always seemed to turn it back to his Godfather and how he didn't want his best friend to be on the cover of Witch Weekly or Wizard with some made-up article about how she was the playboy's newest conquest. Hermione had to admit he had a valid point. The girl didn't follow the wizard tabloids like the rest of her friends did, but her stomach turned a bit when Ginny brought up just how many times Sirius had been in the gossip column in the last year for one thing or another.

He was London's most eligible bachelor, and she was Hermione Granger—Harry Potter's best friend and 'Golden Trio' girl. They were amazing fodder for a magazine article. Or ten. Hermione couldn't believe that her rational self hadn't thought of anything like this before she had just barged into his room and basically asked him to have sex. She supposed it was pretty much her fault if she caught a bloody disease from him or was pregnant. She hadn't even thought about anything.

She had never been so irrational in her entire life. And now she was walking into the lobby of the apartment she shared with him, her purse laden with dozens of vials of contraceptive potion that Ginny had urged her to take and a mind reeling with Harry's stories about his Godfather having threesomes and much, much worse. Stuff that Hermione couldn't figure out why Harry would even want to know, but she shook it off and got into the lift.

"Remus, Sirius, I'm back!" she called out lightly. It was so bizarre living with them and knowing that the place wasn't hers in the slightest. She set her purse down on the table in the hallway and was surprised when she didn't get a response. She found Remus in the living room, sprawled out on the couch and clearly dozing. She smiled a bit at the cute sight of him with his sandy hair across his forehead and the relaxed look on his face as he slept. She suddenly had an overwhelming urge to lie down next to him on the spacious leather couch and snuggle up to him. She walked forward and saw an empty chocolate bar wrapper on the floor next to the couch. A quick calculation reminded Hermione that the full moon was only two days away and a surge of sympathy rushed through her. She had always tried her best to understand what he was going through – but now that she was living with the man, she knew she would experience it firsthand.

Walking over to him, she placed a hand on his arm and he jolted awake, looking up at her with fluttering eyes from sleep he finally smiled.

"You've been gone a long time, are you alright?" Remus asked, sitting up on the couch with a groan. Hermione joined him in the empty space he left as he curled his legs up closer to his body and yawned. He peered at her over his knees and she was struck with how young he suddenly appeared. There was an innocence in him that was slowly fading away by the second from after his nap, but it endeared her to him.

"I was at Harry's, just catching up," she said as casually as he could and she couldn't help but notice he looked relieved.

"How are the Potter's doing?"

"Good, Ginny's a handful, as ever though," Hermione grinned and a comfortable silence fell over them as he coaxed himself to being fully awake and she tried to brush Harry's comments from out of her mind when her thoughts fell to Sirius.

Almost as if reading those thoughts, Remus said, "He's gone. Left a while ago. We had a row this morning and I suppose he won't be back until late tonight."

"What were you guys fighting about?" she asked curiously. She hoped it wasn't about her or what happened last night. She didn't want Remus to know.

He saw the look on her face and decided that a little white lie would suffice, "I just told himself he should put himself to good use instead of lying about all day here. But you know Sirius…"

Hermione smiled in response and then got up off the couch, realizing that she was pretty hungry. She walked over to the kitchen, Remus surreptitiously glancing back at her every few seconds.

"I suppose it's just me and you then for dinner?" she said as she looked through the dismally empty cupboards and realized there was nothing she could make, "Um, Remus…there is absolutely no food," she said as she turned back to him. He blushed from his seat on the couch.

"It's a bachelor pad…well it was until you moved in…what did you expect?" he shrugged and she couldn't help but laugh.

"How in the world do two forty-something year old men survive here?" she grinned.

"Forty-three years old, love. Sirius gets touchy about that," he smirked and the way his scarred face curled up into a smile made Hermione's heart race.

"Take-out then, I guess," she sighed. He got up and walked over to her and she had to hold onto the kitchen counter to keep her balance. Watching him walk was truly an experience right now. He seemed more confident, there was a slight little swagger to his gait, and his eyes were just a touch darker. All side-effects of his impending change she noted, but she wasn't complaining. It was sexy.

"I'll get it. Why don't you change into something comfortable and we will have a night in waiting for Pads to get back, yeah?" Remus suggested and she nodded in happy agreement. He walked out the door and she heard a muffled 'pop' as he apparated. The wards and spells the two had placed on the penthouse made it impossible to apparate in or out of the apartment itself, which Hermione was glad for. If she had to live somewhere, this was the safest place for her.

She grabbed her things and walked to her bedroom, musing about how quickly she had come to love the space they had provided as her own. She set the contraceptive spells in a drawer and locked it with her wand before pulling out her favorite pair of sweatpants and a tank top. She changed quickly and brushed out her hair so that it was a little more manageable. She hadn't straightened it today, but since it was so long now, the bushiness of her childhood wasn't an issue anymore. She cast a quick glamour spell on her face to freshen it up and walked back out to the living room.

The penthouse was huge, and there were rooms she hadn't even seen yet, but she knew one day she would get to explore when she had some more time alone. She was glad she hadn't chanced it because a moment or two after she sat down on the couch again, Remus was back with a delicious smelling bag of food.

But as his eyes fixed on her in her tight gray sweatpants that hugged her curves just right and the thin white tank top that swooped low enough to give an ample eyeful of her cleavage, Remus was no longer that hungry for food. He bit his lip and set the bag down on the sofa table before walking into the kitchen for some drinks. It gave him a moment to calm down as he grabbed two goblets and a good bottle of mead before returning to Hermione.

She had already dug into the bag and pulled out the food, digging into a carton of Lo-mein. "Chinese?" she mused, looking up at him in curiosity.

"Sirius hates it. So I always indulge when he's on one of his binges," Remus winked at her, settling down next to the pretty witch and helping himself.

"Binges?"

"Women, booze, and drugs. They've become less frequent as of late, but he left here in a rare mood," Lupin said softly. Hermione suddenly had a bad taste in her mouth and it wasn't the food. She felt both upset that she didn't know about Sirius' habits and that she had thought sleeping with him might have meant a little something to him. They ate in silence for a moment, both rather ravenous until the take out cartons were empty and they were lounging back on the couch sipping their mead. Hermione's feet were touching Lupin's whose were warmer than hers as she held her goblet up to her lips and took a long sip.

"Thanks for taking me in," Hermione turned to her former professor and thanked him. He blushed slightly as he looked at her beautiful face.

"Of course, Hermione," he replied and they soon fell into an easy conversation about books and Hogwarts and teaching. It was one in the morning when Hermione crashed out on the couch next to Lupin. He was surprised that after how emotional she had been she had lasted this long. He cleaned up and then picked her up in his arms gently to take her to bed.

As he walked down the hall, he wondered if he should place her in her own bed, or in his. They had seemed like they had flirted all night, and she had been lying across his chest when she had finally closed her eyes. Remus sighed at the beautiful sleeping girl in his arms and decided to just take a chance. He walked into his room and laid her down on the bed, tucking her up beneath the covers and she snuggled cutely into one of the pillows. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt as he turned off the light. He kicked off his pants and crawled into bed besides her in just his black boxer briefs. He tried to keep his distance at first, but he wanted her warm body next to his and soon pulled her close and fell asleep.

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Sirius stumbled into the penthouse piss drunk around four thirty in the morning, holding a bottle of firewhiskey that was nearly empty. He was alone. He didn't really remember where he had been the entire night, but he was high and drunk and he had went to one of his favorite haunts to try and pick up a girl or two and all he could think about was Hermione the entire time. And that pissed him off. He wasn't the type of guy to have one girl on the brain for more than twenty-four hours and he fumbled around in the dark for a moment before making his way down the hall. He wanted to check on her, to make sure she had come back, and when he saw the door to her room ajar he poked his head in.

"'Mione love?" he slurred, not seeing her anywhere he ambled back down the hall and made to go to bed when he heard two distinct breathing patterns coming from Remus' room. He poked his head into there too and his heart started to hurt.

There she was, curled up with a hint of a smile on her face next to Remus. He wondered what had happened while he was gone. And he felt like a prat.

"Bastard," he mumbled as he closed the door and went to his own room, flopping on the bed and passing out with angry thoughts in his brain. As his fingers loosened the whiskey bottle slipped out of his hands and onto the floor.

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Hermione woke the next morning feeling amazing and very well rested. But when her eyes finally opened she realized she was not in her room. No, this room was definitely a man's. The one wall she was facing was lined with shelves and shelves of old books and the walls were painted a pretty forest green. The sheets around her were a dark chocolate color that matched the wood accents in the room, and there was a wingback chair by a fireplace. It was beautiful. She rolled over. So was the man besides her.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realized she had been snuggled up to Lupin the entire night. She remembered the night before and realized she must have just fallen asleep and he had taken her in here. She was too thrilled to be mad at him for his being presumptuous. Suddenly, he stirred and opened his eyes and when he saw her the look on his face was adorable.

"Good morning Hermione, I'm sorry if…" he started to apologize for just kidnapping her into his room, but she met with him with a kiss as a reply. His lips reacted instinctively and their kiss quickly grew from sweet to intense. His hands roamed down her body softly, wanting to explore but not wanting to move too fast, although his animalistic urges were hard to control at this point in the game, he tried his best. His fingers twined into her curly hair and he pulled her flush against his body so she could feel exactly what she did to him. Her cute little gasp at feeling his erection on her thigh made him smile as he kissed her harder. And then she began to get bold. Her hands traveled down the muscular chest she always hoped he was hiding and to the waistband of his briefs, teasing and tugging slightly. Lupin didn't hesitate but let her slip them off and he found her hand around him in a moment and it felt amazing. She stroked him with her soft hands, but he needed more and tugged down her sweats and her tiny little panties so that they could feel each other as they started to grind against each other.

Despite how amazing it felt, Lupin didn't do anything halfway. He wanted to make love to Hermione. He wanted to show her that there could be some love and caring outside of her failed relationship with Ron. He didn't love her…yet…but he felt strongly towards the witch in a matter of days. He needed to show her.

He picked her up gently and laid her down on her back, taking his hands and pulling off her tank top over her sweet pale skin. He unclasped her simple lace bra and nearly died at the beauty of the sight before him.

"You are gorgeous," he whispered and she blushed, but she needed to know. She bent up to kiss him and he met her with his own lips as he hovered over her, kissing her softly before slowly thrusting into her.

"Oh, Remus," the words escaped her and that drove him crazy. He had wanted to go slow with her, but he momentarily bucked inside of her, holding her close and she held onto his back so hard she scratched it. Which he absolutely loved.

He managed to slow down, letting there be a space between them so he could watch her. They didn't break eye contact as he moved with a steady rhythm inside of her and her low mewls turned to pants and moans.

It was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed to watch her come undone around him. And he lost it moments after, both of them gasping and enjoying the perfect release of pleasure. When their breathing had finally slowed, Remus slid out of her and planted small kisses around her breasts and up her neck, finally giving her a sweet peck on the lips before rolling off of her.

She snuggled next to him, her arm draping across his scarred chest, tracing a particularly long one down his abdomen.

"Hermione, that was…"

"I know," she smiled into his shoulder. It had been amazing, but the complete opposite of Sirius. Both were incredibly phenomenal lovers, but she was so happy to be laying in Remus' arms right then, basking in the glow of the moment.

"Rise and shine!" Sirius' voice boomed into the room as he threw the door open and Hermione quickly scrambled to cover up with the sheets. Even though Sirius' head was pounding and he couldn't find a hangover potion on the apartment to save his life, he was not going to miss out on a chance to make Remus' life miserable at the moment.

"Get the fuck out of my room," Lupin stared at Sirius murderously, he feigned innocence like he didn't just time his entrance exactly.

"That's no way to talk to your best mate!"

"OUT," Hermione groaned.

A/N: Well…this is a mighty long chapter…so please, please review. It would be so nice to hear your thoughts on this chapter and Remus and Hermione. And Sirius. Or anything. They make my day!