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"Tonks…and Ronald…wait…" Lupin's brow furrowed and he looked down at the floor as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Ginny fidgeted when she saw him clench his fist in his lap. She could tell the wolf was definitely present in him at the moment.

"I am so sorry, but you deserve to know," Ginny reasoned and in the small part of reasonable mind that he had left he knew the red-head was right. But he could only see red. Tonks had told him that she had cheated on him and was leaving him…and that had apparently been with Ron.

"Hermione Can. Not. Know." Remus ground out through gritted teeth and it was her turn to look confused.

"But, why?"

POP, Harry was in the middle of the living room looking flustered, "Ginny, darling, why did Pidwidgeon nearly take off my finger? What's the matter? Hey, Remus," he said as almost an afterthought, staring at his petite wife. It was very clear that from the dark circles under Harry's eyes, things were not going all too well at the Ministry.

"Professor Lupin came by to have a chat with you and I ran my mouth…on accident…" she blushed and got up quickly, "I'll just leave you two alone," she scurried away quickly, honestly rather frightened and she knew Harry could control Lupin much better than she could. Harry took her place and stared at his former professor and friend in his dark eyes.

Remus didn't speak for a long while, but from the anger Harry could see manifesting itself behind the unmoving façade of the older man, he knew that Ginny had told him about Tonks and Ron.

"I had intended this conversation to be of a slightly happier topic," Remus chuckled darkly despite himself, "I came here to ask you a question, Harry, and for the love of Merlin if you do not agree I don't think this day could get any shittier."

"Anything, Remus," Harry met his eyes, trying to bestow confidence on the wavering man. Lupin found Harry's eyes to be of comfort in that moment. So much of Lily's warmth still came through them, and his face—now that he was a few years older—resembled James' so much that it was hard for the werewolf to sometimes even remember to call him Harry.

"I've…well, I've slept with Hermione and I wanted to…"

"DEAR MERLIN, you TOO?" Harry yelled, more in shock than anything. This made Ginny come out from wherever she had retreated to. She had clearly heard, as she was quickly shoving a pair of Extendable Ears into her pocket and her tell-tale blush was not fading from her cheeks.

"What do you mean, 'me too'", he asked.

"Hermione had a little chat with us that I certainly didn't ever think I would hear, and now you are sitting in front of me saying this and…" Harry placed his head in his hands before running them through his shaggy black hair that was in desperate need of a trim.

"Harry…"Ginny said with a warning to her voice, and Lupin looked positively downtrodden at Harry's response.

"I have to most honorable intentions with Hermione. And since I can't talk to her father, you are the next best thing. You are her best friend, her protector. If I could get you to be okay with this, it would make me feel so much better…"Remus started in quickly with his explanation but Harry looked as if he was still trying to wrap he head around the whole situation. He knew Hermione and Ron had had sex, but he didn't think in a million years that when he set her up to live with the two remaining Mauraders would she have sex with both of them in under a week's time.

He made a mental note to have a serious talk with his best friend about her behavior.

"Harry, please say something," Lupin was restless and it showed in the way he was wringing his hands together. This reminded Ginny and she quickly went to the kitchen, pulling out this month's wolfsbane potion from a locked cupboard and giving it to him. He downed it in one swallow. Harry and Ginny had been in charge of the potion for a few months but Ginny knew she would be more than happy to rid the chore to Hermione. She felt awful that she had almost forgotten. Lupin looked up at her gratefully nonetheless.

"I…I don't know what to say, honestly," he sighed, "I trust you. And I trust Hermione. I'm actually surprised I hadn't thought of you two being together before…but the both of you? Sirius, I mean…that is what I can't understand," Harry looked disgusted again.

"He's only human," Lupin mumbled under his breath, but it didn't go unnoticed by the Godson of the man in question.

"Alright, I just can't do this…" Harry said with a defeated look on his face, "Go on, do what you want- Remus you have my permission. I need to get back to work, good luck tonight," Harry said, but his tone was clipped as he marched over to the fire, threw in some floo powder from the bag hanging by the chimney and flooed back to the Ministry.

Ginny, on the other hand, looked much happier about the situation as she scrambled back in front of Lupin, "This…this I can talk about. Sex," she said with a devilish glint in her eye. Lupin's left eyebrow rose into his hair.

"No wonder Harry looks constantly exhausted," he laughed and Ginny grinned proudly.

"So you are okay with your best friend in the entire world sleeping with the same girl you are? Fascinating," the girl said in an awed whisper, like she was making a study out of him. Lupin blushed.

"Forgive me, Ginny, if I don't exactly feel comfortable discussing my sexual encounters with Harry's new bride," he tried his best to give her a sorry smile and he could tell the ginger was quite disappointed as he stood up to leave.

She stood up as well, and suddenly the mood wasn't as light anymore. Both of them were thinking about the information she had offered him earlier, and the angry glint in his eye as back.

"Don't dwell on the past, as much as it hurts," Ginny said quietly, as parting words.

"Very wise," he smiled gratefully.

"I get it from my mum."

"I s'pose you do," he gave her a final goodbye and apparated back to the penthouse.

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After a few hours, Hermione woke up from her much needed nap. She had just crashed out from exhaustion and yawned as she got out of her bed. She decided that a shower was much needed and she was thankful that her room had a bathroom attached. It was done up in a very girly way, one that she didn't exactly prefer, but as she slipped out of her clothes and under the stream of deliciously hot water, she didn't really care anymore.

She washed her hair slowly and then concentrated on her body, shaving her legs as carefully as she could. All the while, thoughts of Sirius and Remus were flying through her head and she was still dumbfounded that they both wanted her. Remus Lupin—gorgeous academic, werewolf, and Professor at Hogwarts wanted her. And Sirius Black-womanizing ladies' man extraordinaire was willing to put a hold on his debauchery, for her. It was just too much.

She turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel when she stepped out and went to pick out some clothes. She slipped on some skinny jeans and a soft grey v-neck shirt, drying her hair magically so it fell in loose, defined curls down her back. Satisfied for her appearance at the moment, she left her room in search of either one of her paramours. The place had seemed exceedingly quiet since she had woken up, but she was happy to see Sirius in the living room watching television.

When he saw her, that wicked smile of his crept up his face and she couldn't help but feel a surge of electricity run down her spine and pool there.

"Hello kitten, have a nice nap?" his voice was anything but innocent, which prompted her to ask the burning question that had been on her mind since she had woken up.

"What happened earlier, in the kitchen, that conversation…that wasn't a dream?"

He laughed, "No, not a dream. Our feelings haven't changed in a few hours' time either, so don't bother asking."

Remus suddenly came through the front door of the penthouse in a hurry and Sirius met his eyes with the concern of a brother.

"Cutting it close, Mooney," he said softly as Remus entered the living room. Hermione hadn't seen him look so fragile in so long.

"Where were you?" she asked, noticing the clock read 5, and tonight was the full moon. She realized she had slept for longer than she had intended.

"I went shopping and saw the Potter's and took a walk," he said simply. It was very clear there was more to the story but neither of them pressed the issue. Remus walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "See you tomorrow."

Sirius got up from his comfortable position on the couch and walked with Remus down the hall to the small staircase by Hermione's bedroom. It led to a loft of sorts, with a few rooms. One of which was the one that Remus used during his transformations. Sirius unlocked the door and both men went inside. It was a large space, with some pillows and a large comforter in the corner where Mooney slept when he could during the night. Other than that it was very bare, but the walls were reinforced.

"Use the time with her well, Pads, because I might not be so generous when I am myself again," Remus gave his friend a weak smile.

"Oh, I assure you I will. Good luck, mate," Sirius replied and left Lupin standing in the room. Sirius closed and locked the door, warding it and casting strength spells over it. He also placed a silencing charm that he knew well enough would only help with the noise, not block it out completely. He hated when his best friend had to go through the painful transformation. Some full moons, Sirius would transform to his animagus alter-ego and keep him company, but the werewolf had made it clear that tonight he wanted to do it alone, because he wanted Sirius to be with Hermione in case anything should happen.

The man was too selfless in that way, in some ways…well in most ways, Sirius knew Remus was a much better man. The thought made him smile sadly as he walked back out to find Hermione sitting nervously on the couch. He gave her a look to signal that yes, Remus was quite alright and she need not worry.

"Go on and get changed, we are going to dinner," Sirius said, trying to snap out of his mood so he could put his plan into action.

"But Remus just bought a kitchen full of food, I'll make something," she argued. God was she irritating sometimes, he grinned.

"I don't want you cooking, and I am a terrible cook, so please Hermione, go change," he said as nicely as he could. He wasn't used to being questioned by a woman, but he liked the change.

"What is wrong with what I am wearing?" she asked, seriously upset as she looked down at her sweet but simple jeans and tee-shirt ensemble. Black sighed. He walked to the hallway closet and pulled out one of the shopping bags from his trip earlier, walking over and handing it to her.

"We are going somewhere that requires something a little nicer than jeans, love," he told her as she quickly rifled through the bag and pulled out two ridiculously expensive dresses. She fingered the price tags in disdain. Sirius knew he should have had the foresight to cut them off.

"Sirius…I can't…"

"Yes, you can. Please," he all but begged her, "Just put on a bloody dress…"

She stared up at him, still looking pouty and angry at the gift. She wasn't used to being on the receiving end of expensive things.

"If you do not go put on one of those dresses this instant so help me I will do it for you," he nearly growled and she went on her way, rolling her eyes when she was out of his sight. When she was safely in her room and alone, she examined both of the dresses and laid them out on her bed.

One was a dark blue number, strapless and formfitting that would hit in the middle of her thigh. It was of a gorgeous silky material. The other was a red dress with thick straps but a plunging neckline and an equally plunging back.

Sirius hadn't said which one to put on, but she knew both of these dresses were meant for different occasions. She knew in her heart the blue one should be worn for Remus, it was dark like the night sky, and calm like the way he made her feel. But it was still undeniably sexy.

The red one, on the other hand, screamed pure fire and lust. This was the dress she knew she had to wear tonight.

She slipped out of her clothes and into sexier underwear than her white cotton briefs before slipping on the dress and a pair of black pumps. She put on a little bit of red lipstick and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a full blown sex kitten.

The dress hugged her curves just right, and wasn't too immodest. The low back showed her creamy skin and the sweet freckle on her right shoulder. And the low front wasn't slutty either, but it showed off her cleavage nicely. It was like the dress was made for her, for this night.

She wondered just what was in store for her as she stepped out of her room and found Sirius waiting for her in the foyer, having changed himself. He looked devastatingly gorgeous.

He was wearing black, tapered, and fitted dress pants, a black blazer that was cut perfectly to his fit body, and a white dress shirt that was un-tucked and unbuttoned just enough to show the top of the tattoos on his chest.

"My God Granger you look downright delicious…forget dinner.." he smirked at her, looking her up and down in a way that made her feel wanted. He was secretly exceedingly pleased that she was wearing the dress he hoped she would.

It was undeniable that there was an insanely powerful attraction that had manifested itself even after her disappointment with him after their romp the other night. The way his eyes flashed nearly promised her that he was going to make it up to her.

"Keep it in your pants, Black," she smirked right back and walked ahead of him out the door and into the elevator.

She seriously hoped he would.

A/N: Leave me love please! Sorry for a sort of cliffie..but I promise that the next chapter is in the works and is going to be quite fun If you are on the Hermione/Sirius bandwagon that is.