A few weeks passed and Hermione was becoming more accustomed to living with the two men at 12 Grimmauld Place. She often found her nights wrapped up in a book or enjoying time cooking with her housemates in the kitchen. The witch would have thought living with two men in their late 30's would have been a more mature situation but it was quite the contrary. Not that she was complaining at all; she actually enjoyed the two men. It was fun to watch them be playful with each other. Their love for each other is really expressed when they're together.
That night Hermione was prepping a lemonade pie while Sirius slid a pan of pork chops into the oven and Remus stirred a pan of alfredo pasta. Sirius snuck up behind Remus and dipped his finger in the pan to get some sauce, then stuck it in his mouth and shuffled away. Remus began to call after him calling him a 'mangy mut' and accusing him of always 'begging for scraps'. He stopped when he noticed Hermione giggling from the other side of the kitchen.
"Is something funny, Ms. Granger?" he asked in a mock-teacher tone, pointing his stirring spoon at her accusingly.
"Oh no, Professor. I haven't the slightest clue of what you mean!" she played along, replying in a falsely innocent tone.
"That'll be 10 points from Gryffindor!" He boomed.
They then began to laugh in hysterical fits as Sirius rejoined them.
After the food was ready Hermione made a quick salad for everyone to enjoy with their pork chops and alfredo pasta. They all tucked in almost instantly and the room was silent until they were at least half-way through with their plates.
"So, Hermione," Sirius was the first to speak, "have you considered going back to Hogwarts to finish your 7th year?"
"I have actually, and I do plan to go back. I had spoken with Professor McGonagall about it so I should get a letter soon," Hermione replied proudly.
" I also had spoken to Professor McGonagall the other day," Remus pointed out.
"Oh did you, Moony? Please share," Sirius pressed in a light manner.
"She offered me my old job as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he tried to suppress a proud grin from splitting his face, but he couldn't.
"Congratulations Professor!" Hermione smiled at Remus.
"Thank you, dear," he looked pointedly at her.
Sirius on the other hand looked a bit disappointed.
"What's wrong, Padfoot?" Remus's expression grew concerned for his best mate.
"Nothing, I'm happy for you," he plastered a fake grin on his face.
"You can't fool me, old friend."
"I just don't look forward to being holed up in this house alone while not one, but both of you go off for the majority of the year," the animagus pouted.
Hermione looked at Remus, her eyes full of questions. She stood and climbed onto the table to comfort Sirius. She stretched, holding herself steady by hooking her knee over the edge of the table while she wrapped her arms around the man's shoulders. When she nuzzled her face in Sirius's hair Remus caught himself looking over her stretched and taut young body. How her leg muscles were defined by their current usage and her already short shirt rode up to reveal her flat, tanned stomach. And the way her short shorts gripped her silky thighs. Remus shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts, damned if he would have such perverse thoughts about a girl, a friend, half his age.
Hermione pulled from Sirius, "I'll talk to McGonagall about coming home on the weekends via floo when I can and we'll be here every holiday," she assured him.
Remus smiled at her compassion and caring for his best friend.
Sirius tickled the young witch, causing her leg to let go of the table and he pulled her bridal style into his lap and kissed her forhead, emitting a squeak from Hermione.
"Why can't you be more like her, Moony?" Sirius teased.
Remus rolled his eyes and picked up everyone's plates, heading for the sink.
"Ooh, I'll distribute the pie!" Hermione jumped out of Sirius' lap and dancing to the freezer.
The following week Hermione received her letter informing her of what books and items to get for the following school year and she enlisted the men in accompanying her to Diagon Alley to pick up said supplies. Remus and Hermione first explored Flourish & Blotts for her text books and a few various items for the library and personal collections. Afterwards, Madam Malkin's was the stop for robes since Hermione's robes had disappeared at some point during the war, then Ollivander's for a new wand. She'd be damned if she had to used Bellatrix LeStrange's wand any longer.
After a few more stops the trio ended up at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour to relax before they headed home. Hermione decided to take a shower following their return and the men agreed to make lunch.
Hermione relaxed in the cool bathwater, letting it soak her skin as her vanilla shampoo embedded it's scent into each strand of her hair. She closed her eyes and began running her hands over her thighs, pulling them over her stomach and landing on the peaks of her breasts before moving them back down and sending them more toward the warm center between her legs. She found a rhythm at which he physically sunk deeper into the water to mask the soft moans coming from her lips as she continued to play with the small nub just above her intimate slit. She closed her eyes and the pressure building in her abdomen swelled as pictures of her roommates involuntarily flashed across her mind. At first it was just flashes of their faces, then more intricate tales enveloped her mind as she could almost feel Sirius's hands roam her body while she leaned back onto Remus's chest and he fondled her breasts. Hermione felt an electric surge shoot from her hipbone and up her back to rest just behind her ear where in her mind, Remus was whispering naughty promises. Hermione pushed herself out of the water upon reaching her climax, letting out a low, breathy moan that seemed to echo so loudly in the large, open bathroom. She looked around, half expecting the two men to be in there watching her knowingly. But when her eyes met no one she allowed a half-smile to grace her features and she relaxed back into the water. Only then did the man on the other side of the door decide to knock, making Hermione scream in her startled and embaressed state.
"Everything okay, Mione?" Sirius called.
"Y-yes Sirius, I'll be out momentarily," Hermione called, dipping her head in the water to rinse out her shampoo.
After a quick rinse Hermione climbed from the tub and toweled off, using a second towel to dry her hair, throwing it into a clothes hamper after use. With the first towel wrapped securely around her small frame she exited the bathroom only to run into Sirius who had apparently still been on the other side of the door. This cause her to squeak and almost lose her hold on the towel.
"Oh Merlin, Sirius, you scared me!" she let out a nervous laugh, knowing her face was still flushed from her solo act in the tub.
"My my, Mione, you were making some very interesting sounds during your bath," he teased, leaning on the door, making Hermione feel cornered.
"I-I was quite enjoying the water t-temperature," she replied lamely, stammering and brain blocked by her own embarrassment.
He leaned in closer, his face mere inched from hers as his gray eyes called out the lie from her deep brown ones.
"I-I'm going to have lunch," she ducked under his arm and bolted down the hall to her room.
When safe, Hermione slammed the door and leaned back on it, sighing in relief.
'Could he tell? Does he know? Did he hear her?' she wondered.
'Maybe, no way, and probably!' She answered herself.
The young witch laid her head in her hands and instantly all those images came rushing back. After a moment she thought, 'what the hell? They're just in my head,' and climbed onto her bed, sliding under the covers.
Remus was finishing up his sandwich when he heard a door slam. His sensitive hearing picked up a faint chuckle and assumed that to be his best pal, Sirius; leaving the door slamming to Hermione. He shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat, staring at the looming date on their lunar calendar saying the full moon was in 3 days. He could feel it; feel Moony pacing under his skin, ready to come out for his one night of the month where he gets to roam free. All of a sudden a faint scent filled the air. Remus sniffed and immediately stiffened. It was a heady musk; a very distinct scent. R.J. Lupin's head whipped to stare intently at Hermione's bedroom door.