MISSION 2: Get Hermione Laid...AGAIN!

After what seems like an eternity, finally I reach Lupin’s office. Am about to knock his bloody door down when the realization of what I am doing hit me full force. I am about to demand sex from my rather unwilling Professor. Perhaps Snape was correct - I should just go back to my room and take care of this problem myself!

I am just about to leave when Lupin’s voice stutters its way into my mind.

“Err, Hermione, how...nice to see you. How...how have you been?”

I look up and find myself face to chest with the man standing in the now open doorway. Ah, yes, that chest. Though now covered with his shirt, the memory is still there, allowing me to see through the dark material to admire the contours I know are beneath.

“I’m actually feeling a little frustrated, Sir,” I reply. Lupin blanches at my reference to his position. Whoops! Right, this my professor that wishes he wasn’t such...not the one that gets off on the idea.

“Well, is there anything I can do to help?”

I eye the man rather hungrily...sort of like Fluffy after he’s not been fed for a couple of weeks.

“I think this conversation would be better conducted in your office,” I inform him. Have absolutely no desire to shag him out in the hallway - much too cold out here despite it being almost summer!

“Err...right.” Nervously Lupin allows me inside his office, shutting the door slowly behind me. He stares at the doorknob transfixed for a few moments before turning to face me.

He runs one hand through his short hair as he asks again, “So, how can I help?”

It is then I realise Lupin is not even looking at me, as he shifts from one foot to the other, gazing several inches to my left.

Damn, damn! This is not going to go well, I can tell already. Well, might as well cut straight to the chase - rather that then spend the entire evening talking with him to no avail.

“I went to see Professor Snape, but he is otherwise occupied. I just thought that perhaps you would be up for a repeat of last weekend...minus Sirius and Professor Snape.”

Lupin sighs. “Hermione...”

“Please?” I’m sure some manners won’t hurt!

“Last weekend was a terrible mistake, Hermione. I apologise sincerely for my part in that, and for all our misconduct.”

Bugger! “I’m not looking for an apology, Remus.”

Suddenly he is looking directly at me and I can see frustration in his face too. “Hermione, while I am under this roof in the position of your Professor I think it best that you not make such a suggestion again.”

Damn it all to Azkaban and back! Wait...

“I graduate in a week...”

Lupin nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “So I’m led to believe...”

Well, that’s something I suppose. However, does nothing for my current situation.

I stayed to chat with Lupin for a few more minutes, didn’t want the man to think I’m just a completely sex obsessed little tart, however I am now back in my room...alone.

Currently staring at the ceiling. Who would’ve guessed there were that many spiders up there...ick!

“Herm? You there?”

What the... I jump off my bed, wondering how the hell anyone crept into my room...I’m sure I locked the door and placed up my wards!

And there is my answer - floating in the fs ofs of my fireplace is Sirius’ head.

“Oh, Sirius! Hi!” I cross the room and settle myself down before the fire.

“How are you, Herm?”

“Don’t ask.”

“I talked to Remus. He told me you paid him a little visit...”

I sigh. “Yeah. He’s as moralistic as ever.”

“And what about Professor Snape? I’m sure he’d have been more than willing to help you out...”

“Was,” I reply sulkily, “until Lucius Malfoy turned up. Snape didn’t like my idea of letting Malfoy join in. Guess he’s just a selfish bastard.”

“Well, he is that, Herm, but come on now! Malfoy is a nasty piece of work, I have a feeling Severus may have had a rare moralistic moment himself there.”

“Pity,” I say with a sigh.

“Mm, pity I can’t be there,” Sirius adds wistfully. “I’m not feeling particularly ethical right now.”

“Really?” I say, perking up a little. At least I know one of the three of them is willing... “Can you come over?”

Sirius chuckles. “I don’t think so, Herm. Dumbledore would have my balls for Fluffy\'s play toys.\"

I laugh a little at this - doesn’t relieve my frustration though. “So, what would you do if you were here?” Okay, I know this question is utterly self-destructive, but I need something to dream about tonight!

A cheeky smile flickers over the imag Sir Sirius’ face. “Well, I’d start by giving you a thorough snogging. That pout is simply irresistible, Herm.”

“Wouldn’t hear me protesting!” I reply wishfully.

“I’d chew on your bottom lip, run my tongue over its smooth surface. Then I’d slide my tongue into your sweet mouth. I’d pull you closer, feel your delectable body pressed hard against mine. Gods, Herm, just as well I’m home alone...these thoughts are playing havoc with my cock.”

Oh my gods! All this while I have been subconsciously running my tongue over my lips, imagining it were Sirius. Now the thought of Sirius standing there completely ready for me is driving my mind into overload.

“Oh, wow,” I say shakily. “Go on.”

I can almost feel him against me, the warmth of his body pressed against me. His lips on my own.

As I watch his image, his eyes fall shut. “Well, given your predicament I wouldn’t mess around. What’re you wearing?”

“Uniform.”

“Take off your cloak and jersey.”

I do as he asks, tossing the offending garments to the floor.

“Done.”

“Good, you wobe nbe needing those.” Sirius pauses for a moment. “Much better. Now, I would unbutton your shirt...slowly taking in all that porcelain skin...gods, Herm, you are exquisite.”

I let out a little sigh as I do as he says, flicking open the buttons of my shirt and run my hands over my skin, shivering delightedly at what Sirius should be doing.

“My, you are looking a little flushed,” Sirius says with a chuckle.

I smirk in reply.

“I would then slide my hands under your bra, taking a moment to caress your breasts before teasing your nipples. Shit, are you doing that, Herm?”

“Mmhm.” My reply is not much more than a squeak. As I pinch at the tight buds I can feel heat beginning to emanate from my core, and I sigh at the thought of what is to come. Shit, why did I not think of this before?

“Gods. Okay, I would kneel before you, all the while my lips never leaving yours. I’d leave one hand where it is, the other sliding down your bare stomach, continuing down over your skirt and stopping just below the hem.”

I trace my fingers down as he directs, coming to a halt at my inner thigh right where the grey material of my skirt stops.

“Now, I slide my finger up, tracing circles on your skin,” Sirius continues. I do as he says, sighing.

“Gods, yes, Sirius,” I moan.

“Thatta girl. My fingers reach your panties. Are you wet, Herm?”

I slide my fingers over the moist material. “Mmhm.”

Sirius lets out a growl. “That’s enough playing around, Herm,” he growls at me. “I can’t take much more of this.”

“Perhaps I could help you out?” I suggest, desperate for him to continue.

“How so?”

I lick my lips and Sirius’ eyes slip closed. “Herm! Someone could turn up any minute.”

This idea has a very profound effect on me. The idea of being caught heightens my desire to continue.

“Undo your pants,” I demand.

Sirius chuckles. “Cor, you have caught a bossy streak, Herm. You sure you haven’t been playing with Severus?”

I wish! However, I hear the faint sound of a zip being undone and my mind is straight back to Sirius.

“Now, I’d run my hands along the front of your boxers, stroking you, make sure you are ready,” I inform him with a smirk.

“Trust me,” he growls, “I am more than readr yor you, Herm.”

“Good. I slip my hands inside your boxers and pull you out. Stroke yourself, Sirius.”

“Shit…” he mutters, his face contorting in pleasure.

“I wrap my lips around you, stroking you with my tongue.”

“Stop! STOP!” he bellows, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I can’t take it!”

I laugh just a little. “Fuck me, Sirius.”

His eyes fly open and he grins wickedly at me. “With pleasure.”

I shudder in anticipation.

“Spread your legs, Herm. I grab you behind the knees and pull your legs up over my shoulders. I plunge into you. Gods, is so hot here, so tight. Fuck, Herm!”

I mimic his moves with my fingers, moaning at the sudden intrusion. Gods, is almost like he is here.

“Hard, Sirius. I want it hard!” I beg.

“Done deal, Herm. I can’t hold back anyway. Fuck! I find your clit and rub my thumb roughly over it. What does that feel like? How close are you? I want to see your face when you come for me.”

I do as he says and am now shaking at my impending orgasm. Fuck, fuck!

“I’m so close. I…gods…Sirius! I feel so full…so deliciously full. My toes are tingling…just a little longer! Just a little harder! Please!”

“That’s it! I flip you over, plunge back inside you from behind…fuck, Mione, I’m hitting your core. I’m….”

But his words fade into the distance as my orgasm hits me full force, my body convulsing around my fingers. I can just about feel hiill ill pounding into me. He’s lost control too now…

“Fuck, HERM!” I hear him yelp in the background. My eyes fly back open to watch his face contort in orgasm. The sight is unbelievable. My fingers fly back to my clit, stroking several more times to topple me over the edge again.

“Mione?”

Slowly I open my eyes to face Sirius, who is looking quite flushed himself.

“That was fantastic.” I exhale slowly and then give him a grin.

“Gods…” he sighs. “Never going to be able to look into a fire the same ever again.”


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