Hermione's Final Year

Title: Hermione’s Final Year
Author: Wickedswanz
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Sirius tossed in his sleep, sweat soaked his sheets, and he moaned softly. “James! No … NO!” he roared in his sleep, his head flicking on the pillow. He calmed slightly and mewed softly for a moment, then started to whine, his head flicking again as tears streamed down his cheeks. “Mione …” he whined.

She was looking at him wide eyed, screaming his name as Bella LeStrange aimed a killing curse, but that wasn’t what concerned Sirius. A tall wizard he knew to be Lucius Malfoy stood behind her, smirking at him, a dangerous glint in his eye as he pulled a long, wickedly sharp knife from his robes.

“Get away from her!” he yelled, his eyes clamped closed, sleep still holding him captive. “Not her! Not my Angel please …” he begged, his voice rasping.

He sat up suddenly with “Mione!” on his lips as he breathed hard and looked around his lonely room. After realizing for the hundredth time that it was only a dream, Sirius dropped his head into his hands as his breathing calmed and his trembling subsided. He swore violently as he threw the sheets aside.

Every night it was the same. Same dream and same sudden wake up. Only once had it soothed and calmed and that was when he was with her. That one night they had spent together – her perfect sweet voice in his ear, her hands stroking his hair, her lips on his face. Sirius couldn’t remember ever feeling so safe, so accepted then he did with Hermione.

“What are you doing Padfoot?”

For the first time Sirius noticed Remus sitting in the chair next to his bed. “Remus? What are you …”

“Answer me,” Remus’ voice was emotionless, as was his face.

“I don’t know, Moon.” Sirius replied tersely, not looking his old friend in the eye. “God what’s wrong with me? I’ve been craving to hear her tell me that she was mine for so long … too long. Why can’t I be hers?”

Remus considered his best friend of over twenty years seriously. With a sigh he stood and sat on the bed, slowly crawling towards the black haired wizard and taking him into his arms, kissing his still damp forehead and stroking his long black hair. “You’re mind is still back in 1980, Padfoot. She doesn’t see you as Lord Black, heir to the Black legacy and fortune. She sees you as Sirius, her best friend’s godfather and the wizard she’s in love with.” Sirius flinched at that and Remus chuckled, “Yes, she’s in love with you Sirius, and I get the feeling that she has been for a long time.”

Remus’ lips moved to Sirius’ ears and the marauder shuddered under his closest friend’s tender touch. “I really hurt her, Moony. I’ve never seen her look so - so empty before. For a moment there I thought - I mean, she looked like she was afraid of me.” He ran his fingers through his hair and clenched his jaw. “Hermione, she’s not afraid of anything.” He pushed his friend aside and stood up, pacing the floor.

“You really did, mate.”

Sirius turned on his friend, “She told you?”

Remus shook his head, “No, but you’ve been looking surly for the past week and she’s been - distant.” He took a breath and sighed. “At first I thought she’d found me guilty by association, but now I’m not so sure. You two are so different that you’re almost dimensional opposites and at the same time, you’re so much alike. You’re both longing for love and enjoy being touched. And now she shies away from it, almost as though she‘s ashamed of that part of herself.”

Sirius swore again, violently and sat back on the bed, burying his head in his hands.

Remus crawled up behind him and wrapped his arms around his friend. “No one has ever hurt you, struck as deep as she has, and no one can hurt her the way you do.”

Sirius chuckled and relaxed in his old lover’s arms, “And this is helpful how?” Remus kissed slowly down the dark haired wizard’s neck, nipping at the junction of throat and shoulder, making him moan. “Hermione loves me, in the same way you do and I love her the same way as I love you. But the way you two feel about each other is different, it’s stronger and goes deeper.” He turned Sirius’ face to his and kissed his lips, deeply, taking the rumbling moan into his mouth.

“She’s not well, Padfoot.” Remus murmured against his lips, “Only you can fix her. I don’t know the whole story of how she fell, but I know she did, and I know that she’s still hurting, just as you are hurting. She is the only one who can bring you out of that hell you live in when you sleep and only you can bring her out of hers.”

~*~*~

Hermione tossed in her sleep. “No! You don’t have to do this …” she gasped and tossed, her face a mask of pain and sorrow. “Oh god, what have I done …”

Lucius had his wand pointed squarely at the twins and Hermione’s power was waning. She jumped on his back and pulled the knife.

“No - no please - NO!” Hermione sat up suddenly in bed with a scream. She gasped and her hands flew to her throat as she drew in several deep breaths. Without thinking, she jumped out of bed, grabbed a handful of floo powder and jumped into the fireplace. “Professor Lupin’s private rooms”

She fell through the fireplace and landed with a bump, her head hitting the floor. She groaned and felt tears falling as she looked around the empty living room. She called through her tears, “Re - Remus?”

Remus was by her side within seconds, “Red? Honey what’s wrong?”

She looked at him but the fear rushed through her still, “I - I had a nightmare - It won’t go away …” She gripped his arms as tears continued to pour down her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to - want to - he gave me no choice.” Her eyes were wide, wild as she spoke and she didn’t notice Sirius poking his head around the door, “I didn’t want to hurt anyone - I don’t want to be bad …”

“Mione?” Sirius was by her side now and pulling her into his arms.

“Sirius?” She looked at him as though she didn’t quite know what to make of him. “What are you…” Her gaze flicked from Sirius to Remus and their state of undress. “Oh … I’m interrupting.” She looked away, but not before they caught her look of betrayal, “I should go.”

“Mione!” Sirius tried to catch her but she was already across the room and grabbing a handful of floo powder. “Angel wait, please.”

“Hermione, damn it, tell us what’s going on.” Remus demanded but she was gone.

~*~*~

Much later Hermione dressed and headed down for breakfast. She was early again and walked quietly through the halls to the Great Hall.

“Miss Granger!”

The boisterous yell made her jump but didn’t nearly disturb her as much as where it was coming from. Firenze stood on his four legs, his head high and a broad grin on his hansom face. The centaur was beautiful, known for their horse like features; however, he was a cut above the rest. He was classically handsome, a heavy muscled chest rippled with every movement and his long luxurious tail swished as he walked through the school. Nevertheless, it wasn’t him who disturbed her, as breathtaking as he was. Sirius Black was standing at his side and until she walked in, they were obviously engrossed in a conversation.

Hermione pasted on a pleasant smile and strolled closer, “Good morning Firenze, Professor Black.”

She avoided Sirius’ eyes as she greeted them and took Firenze offered hand, comforted by his strong grip. “Miss Granger,” he started, “Why aren’t you in my class? All the professors rave about what an asset you are and I’m finding myself jealous.”

She felt her cheeks flush. “Thank you sir, but I’m afraid I would not be much of an asset to your class, as much as I like and respect you yourself. I’m afraid I just don’t believe in Divination. I think our choices set our fate.”

The centaur grinned widely, “Very wise, very wise and very true. But you know Divination isn’t only about fortune telling.”

“Yes, I know it also deals with seeing a problem or situation from a different perspective or from within.”

His blue eyes lit up and he laughed jovially, “And I say again, why are you not in my class?”

“Firenze mate, I think you’re making the lady uncomfortable,” Sirius pitched in with a chuckle.

“Not at all, Professor,” Hermione quipped. “To be honest I just have no time. When I found out that you were teaching the 7th years I really did want to take it, but …” she shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile, “A Head Girl's work is never done.”

“Well thank you,” he bowed gallantly, one strong, muscular arm folding in front and one behind. Hermione felt Sirius’ hot glare when she giggled and blushed.

“Well I should go, I was hoping to get some fresh air before breakfast and I need to sneak into the library as well,” Hermione spoke politely smiling warmly at the Centaur, before turning to go.

“Miss Granger,” he stopped her again and Hermione turned with a smile, “You know it isn’t just our choices that define us, but how we deal with our mistakes and wrong decisions, and for the record I believe you’re goodness shone through the dark brighter than any I have seen.”

Her eyes widened, but with a single finger, he crossed his heart and tapped the side of his nose, signaling that her secret was safe. Sirius was looking between them. His face darkening, but before he could say anything, Hermione threw herself into Firenze’s arms and he gripped her tightly, pulling her off her feet. She breathed in deeply smelling his combined masculine and horse scent.

When he let her down, she was wiping tears from her eyes and nibbling her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate,” she mumbled looking away.

Sirius glared from Hermione to Firenze, his blood boiling in his veins. “What is this?” Sirius interrupted pulling her away roughly, his long fingers gripping her upper arm, almost painfully. “Bloody hell, Mione tell me what’s going on,” he pleaded and his eyes blazed into hers.

“Take you’re hand off me,” she said firmly, her voice and face void of all emotion. Her hair lifted slightly and the air crackled around them. He let go and she swept out of the hall.

Firenze and Sirius stood together, watching her leave. “Do you love her?” the centaur asked looking down at the dark haired wizard.

Sirius nodded and gritted his teeth, “And I’ve never been so afraid in my life.”

“You’ve spent twelve years in Azkaban, Black, get over it and get after her,” Firenze said gruffly and pushed the smaller wizard in the direction that Hermione left.

“I don’t know what to do,” Sirius said, barely audible and Firenze recognized how much humility it took for the confident wizard to admit that. He took pity on the magically inferior creature.

“She does not wish to reject you my friend,” the centaur’s eyes glowed wisely. “She is a troubled young witch. I cannot tell you why, because it is her secret to share. But I can tell you that she once found herself ensconced in the darkness and even though she is back with us again, I think that you know how it tugs at the soul once it had a taste.”

Sirius' mind raced, putting together the pieces of the puzzle and slowly adding the one piece he had always known would be added, but had not wanted to acknowledge – Malfoy,” he growled as he watched the space his Mione had just left, remembering that night in the Department of Mysteries, the night that had haunted him for so long.

He knew there had been something more in the way Malfoy held her, although his eyes glinted dangerously, his hands had been caressing the young witch. Like a father to a child or two lovers. Sirius cursed aloud and raced down the corridor after Hermione. He remembered the whispers from the veil, the dark, seductive tones, calling him back to the Department of Mysteries, back to the veil. Sometimes in his nightmares, he actually fell in and all would go black.

Suddenly it all clicked. He had heard that voice before during his dreams, lost in his nightmares. That sweet seductive voice, begging him to live, and another; a male voice, smooth, arrogant saying, “You may save him, but remember who you belong to.”

He found her sitting by the lake, her face in her hands and her shoulders shaking. She was crying and as the wizard drew closer, he heard her wrenching sobs and felt his heart break.

“Angel?” he sat down beside her and pulled her resisting body into his arms. “I’m so sorry Mione. I know that’s not enough, and if you want me to leave and never talk to you again, I’ll understand. I just panicked, it was stupid and childish and I’m so ashamed of how I treated you.” He took a shuddering breath and stroked his hand down her back, “I’m screwed up, Mione. I never realized how many issues I had with myself and love until you. I thought I was in love with Lily, but the truth was that I was in love with what Lily and James had.”

“I know why you left, Sirius,” Hermione sniffed and nuzzled against his neck, relaxing in the warm wholly masculine scent as his arms tightened. “I know how afraid you are of being trapped. And being trapped in that bloody house didn‘t help; I should have taken the time to burn it to the ground while I was still Dark ‘Mione,” she snickered when she felt his rumbling chuckle.

“I am you know,” he murmured into her hair, “Yours, I mean.” He smirked at her when she pulled away and looked into his eyes, shocked.

“W - What did you say?”

“I love you Hermione Granger. I don’t want anyone else,” he kissed her forehead. “It was stupid to think that you would be a trap. You’re my Angel, my light, you free me.”

“I can’t believe I’m buying this,” she muttered and glared down at him. “This is the last time Sirius.”

“My ‘Mione,” he whispered, his eyes shimmering. “Does this mean you’ll give me another chance? Maybe give us a real chance?”


She smiled and nuzzled back into his throat, sighing with contentment in his strong arms and warm, hard body. The sound of him clearing his throat drew her attention and she grinned smugly and stayed where she was. Sirius cleared his throat again, more loudly and prodded her shoulder.

“Yes Casanova?” she asked sweetly and pulled back to look innocently into his eyes. “Was there something you wanted?” Her lips quirked at the way his eyes narrowed and the low growl that left his lips.

She moved to straddle his body and kissed his lips, parting them with her exploring tongue and running her hands over his shoulders. “I’ve always been yours, Sirius. If you want me then I’m yours and yours alone,” she said then suddenly looked uncomfortable. “Um, except for Remus, but that’s only at the full moon,” she said, and gave him a sheepish smile, relief filling her at the amusement in his eyes.

“Hmm … it is a shame that he can’t marry, have a real relationship. It must get very lonely for him. He’s been much happier since you and he became friends and a lot happier since you became lovers,” Sirius murmured against her lips. “And I have to admit to enjoying his company myself.” Hermione giggled and swatted his shoulder, her eyes dancing with his.

“You know,” she said conversationally, a wide smile spreading, “It’s a real shame that two caring, and loving individuals couldn’t spend a little extra time with him now and then, or even spend time with him … together.”

Sirius smiled wickedly and pulled her down more firmly into his lap, groaning as she rubbed her hot core against his quickly growing hardness. They smiled into each other’s eyes, the decision made without words, and a new bond formed.

“So, so what happens now?” Hermione asked, suddenly shy and looking away from his eyes.

He nuzzled his nose under her chin and kissed her throat, smiling when she moaned and trembled. “We’ll have to keep it quiet for now, until you graduate at least,” he murmured as he nibbled along her jaw line, “But as soon as you do I’m going to tell the world that you’re my intended.”

They sat together in silence for a time, her chin resting on the top of his head, him listening to her steady heartbeat. “Mione?”

“Hmm?”

“Tell me what happened,” he said, and moved to look into her brown eyes. “I‘ve pieced together some, but I would rather hear the truth from you.” He kissed her, and again. “If we’re going to be together then your problems are mine.” He kissed her again and stroked her cheek lovingly.

“Alright, but maybe we should go somewhere out of the public eye,” she said, and chuckled when he growled and nipped at her shoulder.

~*~*~

That night Hermione and Sirius sat across from one another at the staffroom table. Harry was to her right and Professor Raisier to her left, Snape sat at the end of the long table and Remus next to Sirius.

Hermione suppressed her excited smile when her eyes met Sirius’ eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach flipped at the way his eyes darkened when they met hers and the way his own lips twitched. She had told him the whole story of her slip into the dark arts and her brief relationship, if it could be called that, with Lucius Malfoy. He had listened, all the while stroking her hair and holding her close. After, he had revealed stories of his childhood and his own fight against his family’s darkness.

They’d made love and talked some more and made love again, Sirius exploring every inch of her body and she did the same. Hermione slid her foot closer to Sirius’ and his lips quirked again as he linked his ankle with hers, and they continued to mark papers silently.

“So, are you ready for the game on Saturday?” Hermione asked, smiling at Harry.

“No,” he huffed honestly, “Our beaters just aren’t keeping up and Ron seems to be really distracted all the time. I mean he’s good but the Slytherin Keeper is better.”

“You always say that you’re not ready and so far you’ve always won, Harry,” Hermione said matter-of-factly. “And come on, you still have the two best chasers, Ginny and Dean, and you, yourself are the best seeker this school has.”

“I beg to differ, Miss Granger!” Snape sneered, “I think you’ll find that my Draco has come a long way in his training and is more then a match for your Mr. Potter.”

“Oh please, Professor!” Hermione scoffed. “The ferr … um, Mr. Malfoy is yet to catch a snitch against my Harry.”

“Hardly the point,” he glowered at her.

Remus laughed jovially, “Actually, Severus, I happen to think that is exactly the point.”

Harry had gone red, “How can you talk so easily about Draco? How can you even talk to him after …” he snapped but was cut off by Hermione kicking his shin.

She noticed that both he and Sirius were watching her closely and knew that she needed to explain further. “We should not blame him for the sins of his father,” she said calmly.

“But he always idolized his …”

“Maybe,” Hermione cut him off again, “But he is not Lucius.” She sighed when they both looked unconvinced, “Harry do you remember that day in Potions when Draco came by and whispered something in my ear?” Harry nodded so Hermione continued. “Then I stood up and slapped his face and he said, ‘It was worth it Mudblood.’” Again, Harry nodded and Sirius growled and his eyes flashed. “He was asking if I was alright, he saw that I looked sad at breakfast. It’s a façade Harry. Draco is not his father, just like you are not yours.”

“What do you mean?” Harry said, his face darkening the way it always did when someone spoke badly off his father.

Hermione placed a hand on Harry‘s arm and spoke quietly, “Look, Harry you’re father became a great wizard, but you have to admit that there was a time, when he was kind of …”

“An arsehole?” Snape quipped.

“Arrogant and fast to hex,” Hermione said more loudly, glaring into Snape’s gleaming eyes. “Draco is indeed a jerk at times, but he is not nearly as cruel as his father. Somewhere in there, is a good man. And pretty soon it will come clear who he really is.”

“The know-it-all is right … again,” Snape said with a smirk. “There is a great deal of Narcissa in that boy, and he’s come a long way since -” he eyes flicked to Raisier quickly, “- his father was arrested and sent to Azkaban.”

They marked quietly for a while then Hermione caught Snape’s eye, smirking cheekily. “You look thirsty professor Snape,” she said politely, flicking her eyes towards Raisier. “You know the Three Broomsticks does a wonderful Leaping Leprechaun that really puts a jump in your step and a twist in your hips.” She flicked her eyes towards Raisier again and smirked at his glower.

They marked in silence for a little longer then Snape suddenly stood up. “You know I am rather thirsty,” he said, haughtily. “Miss Raisier, would you care to join me?”

Sirius snorted then yelped when Hermione kicked his shin, hard. She raised a single brow to Sirius and smirked at the understanding that lit in his blue eyes, then nudged Raisier’s arm and smiled secretively, mouthing the words, “Lord Rochester,” and Raisier blushed.

The blond professor stood, “I would very much like to accompany you Severus.”

Hermione gave Sirius a smug smirk and he winked back. Remus looked between them curiously and smiled as he realized the new report between the two. They continued to mark papers for a little longer, until at last Harry stood and announced that he was going to bed, and after kissing Hermione’s cheek he left them alone.

Remus looked between them again and after another moment, he stood and sat back down beside Hermione. “I’ve missed you this week, sweetheart,” he murmured into her hair as he wound his arm around her shoulders and slowly kissed his way down her neck and across her shoulder.

Hermione met Sirius’ eyes, questioningly and her wizard grinned back wickedly and moved around beside her. He flicked his tongue hotly against her throat and licked upwards, making a blazing trail to her ear. She felt two hands on her thighs, slowly sliding towards her quickly dampening core and trembled as two sets of lips traced her jaw line.

“Are you sure you can handle us both, Red?” Remus murmured into her hear, his hot breath tickling her sensitive lobe.

“It’s you’re call, Angel,” Sirius spoke into her other ear, stroking his fingers in intricate circles on her inner thigh, “I love you, Mione, and I will no matter what.”

Hermione turned to Sirius and kissed him, deeply, passionately, stroking her fingers over his cheek, feeling the slightly sharp stubble under her fingertips. She felt Remus’ lips on her shoulder and neck again and moaned. “Um, I hate to break the mood boys, but is this the best place for this?” Hermione sighed and trembled as she felt Sirius’ rumbling chuckle.

“Hmm, Miss Granger make’s a good point, Padfoot.”

“My girl is yet to make a bad point, Moony.”

~*~*~

Back in Sirius’ room, Hermione straddled the now naked Remus and kissed him hard, while Sirius peppered kisses down her spine. Her wolf’s large hands caressed up over her stomach to her full breasts, cupping them and groaning as he felt her nipples harden against his palms.

Sirius’ mouth slid hotly up her back. He nipped her throat and flicked his tongue around the shell of her ear. “Do you want him, Mione?” Sirius whispered into her ear as he gripped her hips and lifted her so Remus could position his long hard cock at her entrance, letting out a groan as he felt how hot and wet she was, “Want to let him slide that huge, werewolf cock into your tight little cunt?”

“Oh God!” Hermione cried out and arched above Remus and against Sirius’ strong, broad chest and nodded, panting as Sirius gripped her hips harder and forced her down onto his best friend’s cock, capturing her strangled cry as his mouth slammed over hers.

Sirius’ fingers digging painfully into her hips, Remus’ long, thick cock stretching her tight, drove her to the brink of insanity, the combined smells of these two men, the sounds of their, groaning breaths and whispered endearments sent her closer. At length Sirius freed her mouth and hips, only to lie beside, Remus and roughly turn his head to the side for a deep, passionate kiss.

Hermione moaned at the highly erotic sight of her two men, sharing such an intimate kiss and began to rise and lower herself slowly enjoying the deep rumbling groan from Remus, muffled by Sirius’ demanding mouth. She pouted at the way he was maintaining his self-control and with a wicked grin she raised up until only the tip of him remained inside her and tightened her muscles around him, sharply, her breath hissing out.

“Fuck!” Remus cried, wrenching his mouth away from the other wizard and arched beneath her, then cried out again when Hermione slammed herself down on him, her own breath coming in gasping pants. “Gods, Red. You’ll be the death of me yet.” Remus moaned and gripped her hips, holding her fast so he could deliver his own, hard, fast thrusts, grunting and growling with each, his eyes glued to her beautiful face, contorting repeatedly with her own bliss.

Sirius licked roughly up his throat, nipping, kissing, tasting as his hand slid down Remus’ body to grasp the werewolf’s straining balls. Remus whimpered and continued to thrust roughly into his witch. Sirius was by his ear again, as his hand squeezed his balls almost painfully, and Hermione tightened around him and moaned with every violent thrust.

“How does she feel Moony?” Sirius growled into his ear and licked it roughly. “Do you like fucking my sweet witch?”

Remus bucked and groaned, “Fuck Padfoot, she feels incredible. So hot - so tight …” He whimpered again as Sirius tightened his fingers on his balls, “And she’s yours mate. All yours, but fuck, I would give anything to be with her again.”

Hermione cried out at this admission and felt her body shaking as she quickly approached her completion, impaled on Remus’ piston-like cock, his strong fingers bruising her hips. Sirius chuckled and kneeled behind her, his hands tracing over her waist up to hook under her arms.

“Do you want me, Mione? Will you let me in baby girl?” he growled into her ear and licked hotly up her throat.

“Yes!” Hermione screamed and arched. “Please Sirius, I want you, need you,” she gasped with excitement when he pushed her forward slightly and positioned his long hard cock at her puckered opening. She cried in frustration when he rested there, pressed firmly against her but not moving. “Take me Sirius!” she whimpered. “I’m yours …”

He needed no further persuasion. With a muttered, “Mine.” he gripped her tightly and thrust home, his eyes closing as his body coursed with blinding pleasure. He gasped against her shoulder and his mouth stayed wide as he tried desperately to catch his breath.

Sirius and Remus began to thrust, slowly at first, letting their witch become accustomed to taking them both. Both gasping and thrilling in her breathless mews. Once Sirius had regained control, he looked down into the hazel eyes of his old friend and lover, a wicked grin falling on his full lips as he stared.

He breathed hard into Hermione’s ear and managed to speak through his gritted teeth. “Bite him, Mione, mark him as yours.” He ran his fingers down Remus’ neck where a small scar could be seen. “Mark him like I have, baby.”

Her eyes clouded with lust, she grinned down at her werewolf lover. “Are you, Remus? Are you mine?”

Remus bucked under her and nodded, whining as he drew close. Sirius pounded faster, harder, plunging deeper with every thrust and Remus did the same beneath her, their growling cries mingling in her ears like some form of primal, erotic music. And Hermione was there, her body trembling and her mind shattering and she came hard. The witch dropped her mouth to Remus’ shoulder and bit down savagely, tasting blood.

Remus roared and arched his back as he thrust violently once more and held fast as his body throbbed with orgasmic rapture. Sirius thrust once, twice and let his head rest on her shoulder as his body shuddered with his own climax, her name screaming from his lips as he emptied himself deep inside his witch.

Later, Hermione slept between them, snoring softly as Sirius stroked her hair and watching her closely, a look of wonder in his shimmering blue eyes. Remus reached across her stomach and interlocked his fingers with the other wizard’s hand.

“You look happy Padfoot,” Remus whispered and smiled at his old friend.

“I am mate,” Sirius said honestly. “I never thought I would feel this way about anyone. For so long I’ve been running from real love, and now for the life of me I can’t figure out why.”

“Maybe you just needed the right girl to make you want to take that next step.”

“I guess so,” Sirius murmured, not really listening, his eyes on his sleeping witch. He lowered his lips and kissed her cheek and forehead, tenderly.

They lay in silence for a time, listening to her gentle snores. “Are you sure you’re alright with this, Padfoot?” Remus asked seriously. “I mean I know it’s only a couple of days a month, but now that you two are really together …”

Sirius cut him off with a wicked smirk. “Are you kidding Moony?” he said, “You know how I feel about you mate, I have no problem sharing her with you from time to time. I think the real question is would she mind sharing me with you.”

“Nope,” the slightly rough sounding voice came from the no longer sleeping witch. “I don’t mind, as long as I can watch,” she mumbled and rolled towards Sirius, winding her arms around him nuzzling her nose in his long black hair. “Mmm ... my wizard,” she moaned and Sirius tightened his arms around her.

Remus watched Sirius and Hermione holding each other close while they dozed off to sleep. With a smile, he slowly climbed out of the bed and began to dress. He had a good feeling that they were going to be all right.