Fair warning... the second half of this chapter is heated. =) Enjoy!

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When Hermione woke up from her nap she realized how sore she was. It made her groan as she shifted and slump. She did not want to admit that she wished they were lying with her. Pining would do nothing for her. At least Draco was a great shag. She did not bother to ask him if he wanted to have something serious. This was good; a great way to vent her frustrations.

Stretching she climbed out of bed and padded into the main part of the house. She saw through the window that Sirius was outside smoking a cigarette while Harry and Ginny were talking to him about something. They were all smiling and Hermione bit her lip to stifle a goofy grin. Remus was sitting on the couch, stretched out with the boy snuggled against him. James was sleeping while Remus was reading a book.

He seemed at peace as he read and held the boy. The werewolf always ran warmer than everyone else so she couldn't blame the boy for finding comfort in his arms. His form was always so handsome to her. Remus had the demeanor of a pleasant and sweet man, but the mischief of a young man in several moments of the day. A voice of reason, but a touch of devilish merriment.

"Are you going to stare at me all day, Hermione?" He asked her and made her jump.

"I forgot," she admitted as she remembered his extraordinary senses.

Hermione walked into the room and sat down in the armchair as Remus set down his book. "I don't blame you, James is very cute when he is sleeping."

The witch smiled and gave him a nod, "he is very cute. I see he has picked up on the best place to take a nap too."

Remus chuckled and exhaled, "Hermione, you are such a strange and wonderful witch."

"I remember those nights in the library, Remus. Were we comfortable after two weeks of reading together? You started letting me lean against you and stretch out on the couch. I am not sure how many times I would fall asleep because you were so warm."

The werewolf scratched his jaw and gave her a motion of agreement. "You were always so determined and stubborn to stay up. That was when you had a hard time after the twins I would assume. I am sure if we were ever caught like that, Molly would have given me a tongue lashing for leading an innocent girl to spend time with me."

"You would always place me in my room by the end of the night, always so courteous like that." Hermione murmured and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I always gravitated toward those who valued me for who I was. You did not give me the chance to tell you otherwise either."

She giggled and nodded, "oh, I was stubborn to make sure you knew you were special, regardless of condition."

"Hermione, you have to understand something about me. When you brought us back, I was quite upset at my own thoughts. Sirius also has a tendency to bring up more deviant thoughts among us, but I was concerned. I was troubled by the desires you provoked. It made me feel very perverse, something I try very hard to push against. You are... well, you are very undeniable." He finished and cleared his throat, "let me put James in bed and I will return." Remus left the room with the child and Hermione was the color of beets.

He returned and hunched down in front of her, "Do you understand?" He continued and she nodded slowly. "You know that I was shocked and a bit dismayed that I wanted to do acts to and with you that were deemed a bit wrong knowing our previous history. You were a young girl when we first met. You have grown to this absolutely breathtaking woman and I am at the mercy of my own desires if I even play with the thought." His voice was tender and gentle, making Hermione run a hand through his hair.

"I know, Remus. You weren't positive where I stood?" She asked and he gave her a motion of agreement. "This is hard, I know," Hermione confessed and he chuckled and gave her another nod.

"Beyond. The way you are with my son. The way you smile, move, speak... it is enchanting. It has been taxing to keep that line that we once knew we could never cross."

She was bright with color and Remus bit the inside of his cheek before she spoke, "I won't push for anything, Remus. I was rude and greedy before. I know you do not know me intimately. My emotions and self are a mystery here."

He chuckled and nodded, but his hand went to her cheek, "very mysterious, but I could deal with a dose of a bit unknown, it would be worth it."

The intimate moment was broken when the back door opened and the trio from outside joined them. Remus stood up and ran a hand through his hair before sitting back down on the couch. Sirius wandered over to the werewolf with a giant smile. "were we interrupting?" The animagus inquired and Remus blushed.

Hermione huffed and stood up, "I will be ready shortly, Gin." The witch left and the werewolf shoved Sirius roughly.

"You are such a bloody wanker," he growled and Sirius laughed and nodded.

Sirius leaned on Remus, "you are so timid. Just grab her a kiss her. I am telling you it is worth the chance. She will make you feel like you want to strip her down and-" Sirius couldn't finish because Remus yanked his hair. "Completely childish!" Sirius snapped and rubbed his head.

Harry groaned and sat in the abandoned armchair, "so what shall we do while the ladies are out? James is napping and I have tomorrow off as well."

"How about we take James and you all go to Grimmauld?" Ginny offered and Harry frowned at her.

"Why would we do that?"

"We have those spirits the Malfoy brat brought over still. We can get pissed and be merry!" Sirius chuckled and Ginny raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"That sounds like a plan, you should do it."

Now Harry was scowling deeply. "Gin, why?"

"Trust me, alright? I will send Hermione over to tell you when dinner is ready tonight."

"Alright, Gin. I will trust you," Harry sighed heavily and Hermione reappeared.

"All ready, shall we hit it, Ginny?" The older witch asked and the redhead nodded.

"We are going to take James. Harry is going to help Sirius and Remus out with a few things at Grimmauld."

Hermione gave her a nod and smiled, "alright I will go get him ready."

0o0o

Hermione was admiring her new necklace Ginny bought for her. It was a rose quartz charm in the shape of a heart with small moonstones next to it. It was very beautiful and Hermione adored it very much. She brushed her hair out of her face and sighed as she left the bathroom and Ginny was humming in the kitchen.

The older witch went in there to see what she was doing and smiled at her as the redhead cooked. "You look so beautiful, Mione," Ginny told her and Hermione giggled.

She kissed Ginny's temple and sighed, "so what do you think the boys are doing?"

Ginny's lip twitched and she cleared her throat, "why don't you go find out? Send my husband over for a sober up potion while you are at it."

Hermione found the woman's behavior to be unique and shrugged, "alright, I will be right back."

The bushy haired witch practically skipped into the fireplace after throwing the floo in and calling out the marauder's home. Why was she in such a great mood? Maybe Ginny was right, she just needed to get out. When she entered the room, she saw Sirius on the floor laughing and Harry throwing crumpled parchment at him. Remus was chuckling as he was on the other side of the room writing on the table with a boyish grin.

"Oh, hello, Merlin... you are absolutely dripping with satisfaction, kitten." Sirius declared as he rolled over and started crawling over to her.

His smirk was enough to make any woman swoon. "Ginny was asking for you Harry," Hermione murmured and tried to focus on her friend as her abdomen tightened.

"Oh, right, see you for dinner," Harry sobered at the tone in her voice and left quickly.

Sirius made a sound of satisfaction and stood up raising an eyebrow at her, "did you come to play, kitten? You smell delicious," he growled and Hermione's breath caught in her throat.

"I just- Ginny wanted- Harry," Hermione sputtered and Sirius gazed over at Remus.

"Do you think that's all she wanted, Moony? From the look in her eyes, I don't think so... which must mean a bit because I am sloshed out of my mind." Sirius purred and the werewolf stood up and walked up to her.

"She smells delicious with potent passion, Pads, maybe we should show her a thing or two," the werewolf replied and Hermione turned scarlet.

Was she having a heady dream? "How drunk are both of you?" She asked and Sirius moved her hair off her neck.

"Not enough to be completely gone, but enough to not care if Pads joins," Remus growled and walked behind her and started to nuzzling her hair. "What is that fantastic smell, Hermione? I could drown in it." The werewolf growled against her neck.

"Come on, let's go play, love," Sirius told her and Hermione knew she should say no, but was losing reasons to say no.

Remus stepped away and she took Sirius's hand as he walked her from the room. They climbed the stairs to Remus's room and Sirius smirked at her. "Last chance to tell us old wankers to sod off, kitten. Once we go in you are coming out properly fucked." Hermione bit her lip and Sirius grinned, "I thought so," he rumbled and opened the door.

The werewolf was yanking at her clothes from behind and she felt her heart race as his lips were tracing her shoulder as Sirius was shedding his clothes in front of her. "I have been meaning to see you naked and screaming from the moment you teased us that drunken night, kitten." The animagus told her as she admired her almost nude form.

She could feel herself salivating over him and he knew it. The ripples in his abdomen, the creases where his hips greeted his legs. The dark tattoos that scattered across his chest... Sirius Black was a godly man. Remus had been slowly stripping himself behind her and when he appeared at her side she bit her lip and watched his fingers creep into her pants. His torso was covered lightly with chest hair that speckled between a soft brown and gray. The scars only enhanced his feral look and made her knees buckle with want as he touched her.

She sighed heavily, "Oh," wrapping her arm around him, her forehead against his shoulder.

Sirius chuckled and kneeled as he slid her jeans from her body and edging her knickers down as the werewolf teased her. Hermione was whimpering gently and Remus pulled her hair from her neck to nuzzle the sensitive skin. A finger, an absolute tease, moved inside and she cast her head back with a gasp.

"Let me have a taste, Moony, don't be selfish," Sirius grumbled and the werewolf chuckled.

He moved his hand to Hermione's distaste, but soon felt the euphoric performance of Sirius. She remembered this. It had felt like electricity then and it still did. Remus kissed her as she moaned in his mouth and gave her balance for the impatient animagus and his fingers and tongue.

"My marauders," she sighed through panting when Remus parted from her and he smiled.

Sirius pulled away and let the werewolf pick her up swiftly. He placed her on the bed and continued where Sirius had left off. Her world came crashing in beautiful colors and feelings as she rode out her peak. "This witch..." Remus groaned as he lapped at her.

The werewolf stood up and growled as he licked his lips, "shall you do the honors?" He asked the animagus who seems slightly surprised.

"Why, how generous, Moony, thank you," Sirius said with a smile and Hermione sat up.

She watched the two men smiling at each other and the werewolf flopped on the bed by the pillows, "Come here, love. I want to watch you as Padfoot makes your eyes roll," the werewolf ordered and Hermione crawled back toward him.

He rested her head on one of his thighs, her cheek only inches from him. Her eyes darted to the animagus who was rubbing her legs. "Are you ready, love?" He growled and she moved her legs apart for him.

"Please, Sirius?" She whimpered and he grinned impishly.

"Very polite, kitten." He grumbled and lifted her hips gently as he slid to her.

Hermione arched and Remus chuckled, "look at how beautifully broken you become..." He murmured and ran his hands over her chest.

Her fingers reached for him and he let her, sliding closer for her comfort. Sirius groaned as he paced himself a bit and shook his head. "Merlin, love. You are so beautiful and if you keep squeezing me so tightly I am going to bust."

Remus ran his fingers through her hair as her hands skillfully tended to him and Sirius was growling through her pants. "Moony, you are going to have to finish her..." Sirius grumbled after a while.

Hermione was rolling her hips and working so desperately to have friction, to have him. Leaning over he bit and suckled her neck roughly and grounded into her as he emptied. It was rough and he was ferally charged. Without warning, he grabbed her, slid from her and turned her around.

"Here, my wonder kitten, Moony has something to finish for you," he growled and slid her on top of the unprepared werewolf.

Remus let loose a loud growl and Sirius rocked the gasping witch as she reached for Remus and hungrily kissed him. Sirius controlled her curvy body and it was rough and passionate. The werewolf pulled away from her lips panting and bit the other side of her neck Sirius hadn't, growling and pulling her hair.

"Sing for us, kitten," Sirius rumbled and she did.

Her symphony was beautiful and Remus snarled against her skin as he joined her. It was raw and primal which made Hermione arch toward Sirius and he kissed her tenderly. She slumped in the werewolf's arms and Sirius pressed against her. "Are you exhausted, Hermione," he asked as he parted from her.

"Just a bit. It has been a long day," she sighed and they helped her to the bed.

"Relax, our little witch. Time for some well-earned sleep," Remus rumbled and they cuddled her; she was out quickly and did not even bother with dinner.