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"Hermione, where did you go?"

She was sitting cross legged in his bedroom in the castle sipping some tea later that night. He hadn't talked to her much the rest of the day, but she hadn't had much time to talk. After her rendezvous with Sirius in the Forbidden Forest, she had to rush back to the castle to make it to her afternoon class with the Slytherin and Hufflepuff sixth years. He had ignored her most of dinner, but had asked her to come up to his rooms. After a few awkward silent moments he had finally broken.

He had kept himself on the opposite side of the room as her, pacing, and not touching his tea. All day he could smell Sirius on her, and it was driving him crazy. It wasn't the lingering scent his acute senses picked up from the exchange of a quick hug or kiss – no, it was much more potent. She had been aroused all day and he smelt him on her in a deeply sensual way. He knew she was dating both of them and all of them had agreed to the situation like adults, but he was still finding himself unnecessarily jealous. And he wondered if she would lie about it.

"We took a walk around the grounds and talked about a few things," she said, not liking his intense stare from across the room.

"Is that all?" he hated the insecure way his voice sounded, it wasn't like she was cheating on him or anything, but ever since Tonks left and told him her reason for cheating had been because she couldn't handle both the wolf and the man, he felt like he was always in second place.

"No." she answered, down-turning her eyes. He gave up his pacing and went to sit on the edge of the bed, "Sirius apologized for being so cruel the first night we slept together. And then we made up for it."

She hadn't lied. And that was one of the things that endeared him to the witch the most: her pure heart and honesty.

Remus put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples to try and make his headache from the stress fade, "Sometimes this whole agreement gets the better of me," he apologized.

"I won't deny it is sometimes utterly confusing. But Remus, when I am with you I am only with you. Sirius isn't even on my mind. And I try to give him the exact same consideration. What happened today with him needed to happen. I needed to forgive him and he needed to let go." She sighed, placing her empty tea cup down and crawling over to Remus on the bed, placing her hands on his back and slowly kneading into the muscles to loosen them. She gave him a kiss on the back of the head.

"It's hard when my competition is fucking Sirius Black," despite her soft rubbing of his muscles, he was still tense and angry. He got up from his place on the bed and opened up his satchel to fish something out. He threw the glossy magazine and letter on the bed in front of Hermione, "This came for you at lunch after you left."

She picked up the magazine and stared at it in absolute horror for a few seconds. It was a copy of the latest Wizard magazine, with a high gloss moving photo of her and Sirius during the middle of their intimate dinner date the other night. He was whispering something into her ear and she was giggling in her red dress. The headline read, "Is Notorious Playboy Black and Sexy Golden Trio Girl Granger London's New It Couple?"

Hermione couldn't look at Remus and instead focused her attention on the letter; ripping it open and reading it out loud.

-Hermione,

This was all over London this morning. On every newsstand in every wizard shop and all over Diagon Alley. Mum almost had a heart attack. Harry is furious. What in the world is going on?

-Ginny

"Secret's out," Lupin said bitterly. He moped around the edge of the room with his arms crossed, "Might as well just be with him – seeing as you two make the wizarding worlds' sexiest couple…"

"Remus John Lupin!" Hermione threw the magazine to the floor and stood up, drawing herself up tall to face him, "I will not have any boyfriend of mine going around and thinking that he is less than any other man! Yes, Sirius is sexy. But so are you. Sometimes even more so, because you don't even have to try to be. You don't need the clothes or the charm, it's all in your eyes. And I do not care if me and him are on the cover of the smuttiest, trashiest tabloid in England, it doesn't mean a thing. It doesn't mean I'm not in love with you!" she poured her heart out to him and her final admission of love made his eyes soften. She was standing there in front of him, so passionate about him, that it momentarily made him forget all his petty qualms with himself and his lycanthropy.

"You're in love with me?" he repeated.

"Yes, Remus, I am," she whispered. She had secretly been wondering who she would say it to first. Or if they would be the first to say it. She had almost said it to Sirius today after he had nearly admitted it to her. But something about this moment just seemed too perfect. She needed him to know.

"Hermione, I know it hasn't been that long but I am too. I am so in love with you," he told her and swept her up into his arms, kissing her passionately. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently on top of the messy blankets, parting from kissing her sweet lips to look at her flushed and beautiful face. He took a moment to plant small kisses on her forehead, down both of her cheeks, and down her neck. He took both of the straps of her dress and slid them over her shoulders before gently tugging it down over her breasts and her stomach. He paused to kiss a pathway in between her bra and down around her belly button.

She giggled, "Remus…"

"Darling, I want to make love to you," he whispered to her fervently. There was a need in his voice. Truthfully, he had needed it all day since he had smelled her sweet smell laced with Sirius' darker one. Even though he was far away from the full moon, he felt the wolf more present in him tonight. He knew that deep down in his heart, he wanted to mark her as his soul mate. The wolf in him wanted to bite her. The man in him wanted to love her unendingly. That was just how Remus was—he always gave his everything.

He slid her dress over her panties and off down her smooth legs. Hermione just looked up at him, her chest rising and falling steadily. When she was nearly naked, he traced his long fingers around her perfect round breasts and slowly took her bra off, placing it gently to the side before moving his fingers from one budding pink nipple to the other. He brought his mouth down and slowly kissed each of them, lavishing her with his touch, and being so gentle. Hermione just ran her hand through his hair, keeping it there on the back of his head as he kissed her. He was trying to control every emotion in his body. He wanted to be so sweet with her and yet so rough with her at the same time.

He moved so that he had his body over hers and kissed his way from her breasts down to the line of her panties. He ignored the scent. Her and Sirius hadn't fucked in the forest, and he knew that from the first kiss to the sweet apex of her thighs. It scared him that Sirius had performed an act on her that he knew the animagus was not fond of doing because it meant he would not have all the pleasure. It meant things with them were deeper than he thought they were.

He pulled her panties down and off and gave her a wet kiss on her sex. Hermione moaned softly, grasping the sheets around her in her hands. She couldn't believe she was so lucky. Ron had never ever gone down there….and Remus was so different than Sirius. Both men were intoxicating, but so completely opposite.

Remus kissed her slowly, long sensual licks up her folds, treating her like the most precious object he had ever beheld—because truly she was. When his tongue entered her it wasn't as urgent, it was a torturously slow rhythm that Hermione found deadly. It built her up to a plateau of pleasure she had rarely been at for so long before one last tonguing of her clit made her cum. He watched her body arch and fall back onto the bed as he tasted her. It was the most delicious drug, and Remus was instantly addicted.

When she had finished her climax, Remus crawled up her body, his kisses leading the way before pressing his mouth to hers. She groaned as she felt his need on her thigh and she started to paw for the buttons on his shirt. He helped her, quickly discarding his clothes and getting back on top of her. He paused to look her in the eyes.

"Hermione, maybe we shouldn't…" it was his voice of reason talking to her, warning both of them that this was a bad idea. He was so head over heels for her. He didn't know if he could manage to hold back that side of him that he had kept from her.

"Remus you can't tell me you want to make love to me and stop…"she panted, her arms around his neck. Their bodies were so close and yet she felt like he was suddenly miles away. He had just rocked her to the core with the most sensual act she had ever experienced. She thought Sirius had been amazing….but Remus far outdid him in that category.

"I don't want to stop, but I can't trust myself Hermione, I'm scared I'll be rough with you and I will hurt you…" he looked pained. She didn't understand. She wanted all of him, the man and the wolf.

"Please…" she asked of him softly and his lips crashed against hers. He slowly rocked inside of her, trying his best to control himself. It was slow and pleasurable, but even Hermione could tell he was holding something back as she kissed him. She tried to move her hips so he would enter her deeper but he just pulled away and moved at the pace he could control. The love that passed between them was not hindered, however, and it brought tears to Hermione's eyes. She felt it, and she knew he meant it.

Hermione moaned softly for him to come and he did, burying his head into the crook of her neck, kissing her to distract himself for the urge to run his hands hard down her body and shove himself inside of her for another round. The sweet flesh of her neck called to the wolf inside of him, and he wanted to own her and have her be his.

He pulled away almost the second after he was finished, rolling onto his back and looking at the ceiling of his room in disbelief at the myriad of emotions that had just passed through his body. When he turned to look at Hermione, he saw that her cheeks were tear-stained.

"What did I do, sweet girl?" he asked, a tone of self-loathing apparent in his voice.

"Nothing, that was beautiful, to make love to you. But Remus you are holding something back. That wasn't like before…"

"I feel so strongly for you Hermione that if I let myself go fully, it could be disastrous," he deadpanned. It was a cold voice, a scared voice.

"But your passion is what I love about you; it makes you who you are,"

"No, it makes me a monster. I can't imagine what I would do if I scratched you and you bled from it, or if I kissed you until you bruised…" he shook his head.

"I wouldn't mind being marked up by you," she admitted quietly, and the thought both aroused him and disquieted him.

"You don't know what you are saying," he sighed, reaching over to hold her hand.

00000

"Harry, my dear boy, so good for you to pop by for a visit," Sirius said with a nervous over-enthusiasm as he greeted his Godson at the penthouse door. Harry gave him a big, sincere hug, but moved away quickly to sit in the living room. Sirius followed suit, wondering how sometimes the boy made him feel like the younger man in their relationship.

He noticed with disdain that Harry was clutching the magazine that Sirius couldn't seem to get away from.

"How did I know this wasn't just a visit because you love me," Sirius winked at Harry, who set the magazine down between them on the coffee table.

"Sirius, what is this? I mean I knew you two were….but how can you be so stupid as to think people weren't going to take pictures?" Harry asked.

"Hermione deserves to be taken out and shown to the world. Pictures be damned. I'm not going to keep her locked up in here because we both have a bit of fame attached to our names…" Sirius rolled his eyes.

"A bit?" Harry laughed, "Oh come on. This is the gossip article of the decade, and although I am happy to not see my name in the tabloids anymore, I do not want my best friends' reputation smutted around like this!"

"Harry, I didn't write the damn article! Everyone is acting like I did this on purpose! I just took her out to dinner. They are the ones with no life if they have to sneak pictures and write some bullshit article about our torrid yearlong off and on romance that doesn't even bloody exist!" Sirius threw his hands up in the air.

"Then please explain to me what is going on between you and Hermione. And tell me the truth," Harry crossed his arms. He loved Hermione like a protective older brother, and this whole ordeal was testing his last nerves.

"I thought it was just physical at first. But Harry, I have fallen in love with her," Sirius sighed. It was the first time he had said it out loud to anyone, although it had been running through his brain since his talk with her at Hogwarts. There was just no denying it any longer.

Harry sputtered, "You…you love her? Hermione Granger? As much as I love you Sirius, I know you don't exactly dole out affection…"

"I am aware of that, and it scares me." He stated flatly in reply.

"Are you taking care of her? Are you making sure she's…healthy?" Harry swallowed uncomfortably, "I mean…when she first told me you two slept together I nearly forced her to St. Mungo's."

Sirius laughed loudly. It was the first good laugh he had had in days, "The things you know and think you know about me Harry astound me."

"You can't keep much to yourself when you are drunk at our poker nights," Harry grinned.

"Trust me. Her and I are both very much 'healthy' if you want to put it that way," Sirius smirked at his Godson's blushing cheeks, "And I have no intention of leaving her or hurting her. Ever."

Harry seemed satisfied for the moment, before he leaned forward and asked, "So…exactly how much of this article is true?"

Sirius' eyes sparkled in amusement. He had read the lascivious article over and over and had to admit it was a great story. But totally false, "Only the fact that she was wearing black panties," he smirked at his Godson who suddenly looked quite sick to his stomach.

A/N: Please review! I love them so much and they have been making my days brighter! FYI, one chapter left for you to submit a request for a sex scene you want so if I were you, I wouldn't delay. Love you guys!

*updated because of a terrible glaring error I hope none of you noticed and I only attribute to my writing late at night*