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Hermione was thoroughly confused. She was lying in a pile of sweaty limbs of two men that she was in love with after possibly the most amazing and bizarre sexual experience of her life. And she didn't know how to feel.

Merlin, I shouldn't know how to feel, she thought, I don't go around having threesomes with older men! Or in general!

Neither of her lovers was moving, and all she heard was contented sighs and deep breaths. She desperately wondered what they were thinking but didn't have enough courage to ask. It was so natural seeming, and she wondered for a brief moment if this could be the arrangement they all needed in order to have and love each other.

She wasn't called the brightest witch of her age for nothing. She loved both of them more deeply every day and the way they had acted with each other in the bedroom signaled to her that they had some experience in something with each other before. What exactly that was she was both curious and mortified to find out. And she didn't exactly know how to have this conversation with either of them. Was she just supposed to fix some tea and say "Hey, so we all slept together…"

She extracted herself from the two sated men who were happily dozing on either side of her and they gave little groans in protest. She put on a black silk robe and crept out of Sirius' bedroom to maybe have a cup of tea by herself in the sun room and think.

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That was amazing, Sirius thought, his eyes closed in post-coital bliss as he lazily ran his fingers through his messy black hair. The last half hour was such a blur of pleasure that he never wanted to forget, and yet thinking of it half made him cringe.

He had had to share her. And Sirius Black didn't share.

When he was with a woman…as more than just a simple shag…he was invested. For fuck's sake he was in love, he inwardly groaned. Of course the other women he had been with never ran around on him. So it was very hard knowing he was sharing the woman of his dreams with his best friend. And now their separate 'dating' lives with Hermione had collided in one mind-blowing bang in his bed. It was all too much.

Jealousy started to well up in Sirius' stomach and he did not want to start off his morning acting possessive to Hermione and driving her away nor did he want to start a fight with Remus. He just knew that as far as this threesome was concerned; amazing as it was, he wanted it to be a one-time thing.

All sorts of insecurities started to plague him, the likes of which hardly ever reared their ugly heads. She had seen the way she came undone for Remus. Was he a better lover for her? Were they a better fit?

The thought that those two things might be true made him feel ill.

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Remus' heart-rate was finally starting to slow. He couldn't believe he had actually gone through with it, but he had been so caught up in the moment and he had missed her so badly.

And truth be told, he was glad Sirius was there. It had proved to both of them that he wasn't going to lose control with Hermione. Now he could be confident enough to know that he wouldn't hurt or mark her. The thought alone made him feel whole again. It had been so hard keeping away from her and not touching her.

He felt so perfectly satisfied as he laid next to Sirius, the hollow indent where Hermione's body used to be in between them. And then he heard Sirius move. His friend rolled his chiseled body to the side, facing Remus.

"You alright?" he asked drowsily. Remus nodded. It surprisingly wasn't awkward between them.

"I know how to control myself now, thanks…"

"Anytime, mate."

There was a long, heavy silence between them as they both fell back into their own thoughts about the woman they had just shared together and her absence was weighing on them. Remus rolled out of the bed first, hastily putting his legs into his discarded pyjama pants and pulling them to his hips. Sirius put on a pair of dark washed jeans and they headed out of the bedroom to look for her. A conversation was clearly in order.

She was lazily strewn over the cream colored chaise in the sun room, completely naked now—the robe on the floor-with the paper folded in her hands and a tea cup and saucer on the table besides her. Her eye brows were furrowed as she read something in the Prophet as both men hesitated by the door. Remus heard Sirius suck in a breath at the sight of her naked body. The girl had really changed from the shy little thing that landed on their doorstep a few weeks back. But hell if either of them were going to let her walk around naked in the presence of the other.

"Anything interesting in there?" Sirius cleared his throat and asked her. She looked up at him with a little bit of annoyance, turning the paper around so he could see a paparazzi shot of them at dinner with Skeeter's article below.

"Apparently I'm a real animal in the sack," she deadpanned.

"I never told her that…I swear I'm going to kill that bitch…" Sirius said and Hermione just laughed.

"It doesn't say that Sirius. It's a tame piece, surprisingly," she grinned, and her little smile lit up the whole room.

"Could you put some clothes on?" Remus asked softly, down turning his eyes a bit, ever the gentleman. The truth was he didn't like the way Sirius' eyes were raking over her. And he was trying to look a little less lecherous than his friend.

She pouted, "Well, both of you have seen everything, and now…" she shrugged. The moments she was alone she thought about how maybe this odd new arrangement could work for her. She wouldn't have to choose, and there was less of a chance of getting hurt this way, or hurting anyone else. She was all for it. And she was faking a confidence in order to show it.

"That's not how this is going to be, Hermione," Sirius said darkly, motioning for her to put her robe on and she put the paper down, slipping on the robe and tying it loosely at the waist. She crossed her legs under her and sat up on the chaise. Both men took seats across from her and she felt very scrutinized.

"That's not ever fucking happening again actually…" Sirius started, almost angrily. He couldn't help it. The more moments had gone by, the more he wanted to punch Remus in the face and he couldn't contain his jealousy. Remus put a hand on his friend's forearm at the sight of Hermione's shocked face, but Sirius just wrenched it away.

"He doesn't mean it…"

"Yes, I bloody well do!"

"Explain." Her voice was the authority. It made them both stop and follow her orders. She had such a strong hold on them it was almost unbelievable, and she didn't even know it.

"I think Sirius is a little…er, jealous of me from what just transpired and I have to admit, although it was splendid at the time, I'm not looking for a repeat," Remus said in his calm tone and her face visibly fell.

Wasn't it every man's fantasy to have a threesome? Maybe not with two men, but Remus and Sirius had seemed so connected too…was she missing something?

"I don't understand," she verbalized, "Wasn't that…perfect?"

Both men paused and she saw the fleeting looks as they delved back into a mental reenactment, but those looks soon faded.

"You are perfect, Hermione. And what happened needed to happen. But for once I know I speak for both of us when I say that we each want to pursue you separately. As tough as it may get…" Sirius said weakly. He was trying to be as nice as he could be about it.

"Truth of the matter is, Hermione; you are living with two possessive gits. One more than the other…" Remus' eyes shifted playfully to Sirius who socked him back in the shoulder.

"But I wanted that more than you both know…I needed that too."

"Don't think we haven't noticed you moaning both of our names in your dreams. It was only a matter of time. And trust me, it was far from unpleasant…" Sirius chuckled.

"But a relationship like that can't go on forever, so why start one?" Remus finished. She knew they were both so right in what they were saying. She just hated that now she had no scapegoat for making a choice between them. And she hated how she was being pegged as the immature one when she was sitting in front of two horny men who had basically seduced her into it in the first place. It was enough to drive a girl crazy!

"So, this is all because you two are being prats about sharing me?" she crossed her arms argumentatively. Their responses came in incoherent stutters.

"Right, well, why you two children work out your issues, I'm going to visit Ginny," she got up, tossing the Prophet to the side and heading back to the bedroom. In a few seconds they heard the water turn on as she got into the shower.

"That went well," Remus sighed.

"I'd love to give her what she wants here, but this is something I just can't do…"

"I never thought I would here Sirius Black—king of all debauchery—say no to a threesome," the werewolf smirked.

"No offense, but I just can't look at you going all goo-goo-eyed for her in my bed alright? It's going to give me a complex," Sirius rubbed his forehead.

"None taken. The last thing I want to do is put any more strain on our friendship. After all, Pads, we promised we wouldn't let anything happen between us."

"She'll come around," Sirius finished. They sat in silence for a while as they watched London wake up out the large glass window. It was just another lazy Sunday and eventually they heard the water shut off. A few moments later, Hermione came out in a simple blue cotton sundress with her bag.

"See you both later!" she called before they heard the door open and close again.

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"Do you want anything to eat?" Ginny asked Hermione after she as comfortably seated in the Potter's living room moments later. They were happy to have her, having been quite worried after she had dissaparated from the Burrow so quickly the night before.

"Toast, if that's okay Gin," she smiled and the little redhead was quick to comply.

"Look—none of us knew Ron was going to turn up last night, I'm so sorry!" Harry apologized, but Hermione just raised her hand to stop him.

"It's okay, I didn't think you guys did it on purpose, I'm sorry for running…but it was a bit much to handle, you know? Without any warning…"

Ginny came back with toast and jam and set it down in front of Hermione, "He just went on and on about how hurt he was that you didn't want to stay and talk, and how he wants you back…"

"Did you tell Sirius and Remus you saw him?" Harry asked. She shook her head.

"Merlin no, I just…how can he be hurt? He cheated on me!" she shrieked a little too loudly.

"We know, he's an ass," Ginny said as comfortingly as she could, "But you know Ron, when he's determined about something he can be rather thick-headed. You will probably have to talk to him eventually."

Hermione didn't know how she felt about that. There was a small window of time when she would of taken him back with open arms, but now too much had dissolved between them and she didn't feel like things could ever be the same. Her heart was too full with love from two others at the moment anyway, which was part of the reason she had come.

"Harry, if I could talk to Gin alone?" she murmured, trying to hide her blush and Harry guessed the topic was either about woman 'things' as he put it, or sex with his Godfather or former Professor; neither topic he wanted to hear anything about so he left as quickly as possible.

"Do you need something stronger than tea?" Ginny asked and Hermione considered it but rejected the offer.

"I did something totally uncharacteristic of me…and I think I rather liked it…" Hermione admitted. Ginny's interest was instantly peaked by the raising of one of her eyebrows in curiosity.

"Oh? Something more uncharacteristic than…"

"Sleeping with two older men…yeah," Hermione finished her sentence for her exasperatedly, "I slept with both of them at the same time."

Ginny gasped then giggled, "Oh my gosh your life is like a muggle television drama. How exciting!"

"Shush! Yes, it was exciting…but Ginny this is bad. This is really bad!"

Her best friend seemed lost in thought for a moment, "Why? Now you don't have to choose!"

"That's the problem…they don't want it to be like this!"

"I could see that coming from Remus, but Sirius? You know it isn't his first threesome Hermione…"

"I know, but he's rather possessive," she explained, "They both are."

"You are one lucky bitch, you know that?" Ginny said, "And now you can compare them in the bedroom side by side…"

Hermione rolled her eyes, her best friend was such a nympho. "This is really serious Ginny!"

"Okay, okay…well…maybe you should invest some more time into thinking about which one of them you want to pursue more exclusively?"

"Like I could ever make a choice," she sighed, running her hands over her curly mess of hair.

"Pro-con list?" Ginny suggested with a shrug.

"No, it's going to take a hell of a lot more than a list. I'm just not ready to make a choice. Honestly, after last night I had this hope that we could all live like that…"

"In a weird love triangle in the same house? Have you gone insane, that is the worst bloody idea ever!" Ginny told her and she had to admit, everyone else was making sense. Her heart just wasn't.

"I know, I just never thought I'd be in this position," Hermione gave her friend a weak smile.

"Sometimes the oddest things are life's greatest adventures," she smiled back, "But I know something that will cheer you up—Luna, Fleur and I have been talking about a girls' trip to Greece for a few days. I was thinking we could do it close to your birthday to celebrate…if you wanted to join. No boys allowed?"

"No boys allowed…" Hermione mused. Maybe it was just what she needed to clear her mind, although her body was already begging her to go back home and snuggle with one or both of them. Those two were somehow going to be the death of her, she knew it.

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