Triangle of Lust

Several hours after they developed “their plan,” the rest of the house’s usual occupants came back home. They were all exclaiming how brilliant Diagon Alley was since the defeat of Voldemort and their excitement was clearly evident.

Remus had told Hermione to start slow--just watch Sirius for a few days and see what she noticed. That next night was the full moon, so she was ’forbidden’ by Remus to do anything soon. Not being overly sure about Sirius’ reaction to her, she decided that a few days would actually be better for her, and she secretly wanted Remus to watch. He also, offhandedly, told her to watch Harry and Ginny. She thought his face would show worry, but instead, there was a glimmer of…mischief perhaps.

That morning at breakfast, she silently watched those around her. She had been quietly talking to Remus when Sirius had walked in. It wasn’t lost on her that he sat down beside her, but Remus’ knowing smirk couldn’t be missed either. They had been talking for quite some time when the door opened and Ginny huffed in. She sat down beside Remus and, once again, in the exact place where Sirius had came all over the table. Hermione glanced at them and saw a quickly exchanged grin.

Ginny was huffing about as she ate and finally, in an effort to make her mad enough to leave, Hermione asked what was wrong.

“Was everyone getting laid last night?” she huffed.

“Um, I don’t think so,” Sirius replied cheekily. One of his favorite things to do was torment the witch that so blatantly threw herself at him, all the while claiming to be in love with his godson. “Apparently you weren’t. Harry not come home last night? I could have sworn I saw him.”

“Yes,” she replied haughtily, “ he came home, but he stayed in his room. I don’t know how the rest of you slept then. It really was incredibly loud.”

“Well, with all the Order members coming and going,” Remus started, emphasizing the word ‘coming’ and making Sirius and Hermione laugh, “it’s quite impossible to tell who you had the pleasure of listening to.”

“Pleasure?” she screeched, before looking at Remus and lowering her voice in a failed attempt of sultriness. “I was alone last night,” she said, casually running her fingers up his bare forearm. “Perhaps tonight I will find someone to join me.”

Hermione sat in shock, her wand only inches away in her back pocket, and her fingers itching to curse the girl. Where did that come from? Jealousy? But we’re only shagging, right? After all, he practically begged me to fuck his best friend.

She glanced beside her and was surprised to see a similar reaction on Sirius’ face. It would seem she was not the only one jealous. This may change things in their plan if Sirius did indeed think of Remus in that light. Hermione may not stand a chance at seducing him if he felt that way about the wolf, her wolf.

Remus, however, was saved from responding to her blunt come-on by Harry himself. Harry walked into the kitchen and over to the counter. He looked very tired, but very pleased with himself as he mumbled a “good morning” to everyone.

Her earlier plans of seduction forgotten, Ginny jumped up and threw herself at him. “I missed you last night, baby,” she pouted, “I thought you’d come see me.”

Hermione watched closely and noticed for the first time that Harry seemed repulsed. He was looking at most anything but Ginny, and was calmly prying her hands away from himself.

“Sorry about that,” he said, “but I was um, in the middle of something else, actually.”

“Oh, well, maybe tonight then?”

Hermione watched Sirius lean across the table and whisper to Remus, “sorry mate, looks like you’ve been replaced for tonight.”

Remus visibly shuddered, making Hermione grin to herself in the knowledge that he did not want Ginny, and then he replied, “poor Harry.”

“Well, you never know, he may be um, busy tonight as well,” Sirius grinned, then leaned back, both trying to smother their chuckles.

“I don’t know, Gin, we’ll see,” Harry replied.

Hermione was confused. Obviously there was an issue with Harry that she was not aware of and obviously Sirius and Remus knew what it was. At that moment, Charlie walked through the door and joined them. Usually, she wouldn’t have taken much notice of this as Order members and Weasleys were apt to show up at anytime, but she couldn’t miss the guilty expression on both of their faces when they looked at each other, then at Ginny.

Her mouth gaped open in understanding. This, this was something she never would have guessed! Charlie and Harry?! Unbelievable.

The ramblings in her head were ceased when Sirius slowly pushed her mouth closed and grinned at her. “Catching on, are you?” he asked, his fingers lingering on her face for a few seconds before pulling away.

She saw Remus grin at her and she whispered, “Wow. I never would have guessed! How long?”

“About a month or so that we know of. Charlie's only been back for six months, so definitely not longer than that.”

“And Ginny doesn’t know? Is he just stringing her along or what?” she asked, showing a rare moment of pity for the red-haired girl.

“I think they feel a bit too guilty to tell her, really. I mean, she is losing him to her own brother. That won’t go well with the Weasley’s either.”

“Ron has to be rolling over in his grave,” she sighed. “Poor Harry, will the boy never be happy?”

“Oh, he was plenty happy last night. Even we heard him,” Sirius said, not realized that he had insinuated that he and Remus were together last night.

She grinned and said, “well, I’m on the end of the house and I hear nothing. Slept like a baby, I did.”

There was a slight air of awkwardness during breakfast as Ginny kept throwing herself at Harry and he kept flashing guilty looks at Charlie.

Finally George walked in. “Ginny, mum needs you at home today. She asked if you could meet her when you get a chance.”

“Oh, um, ok,” she answered. “Sorry love,” she said, batting her eyelashes at Harry, “I guess I’ll see you later then. Miss me.”

Hermione had never been more thankful that a meal had ended. The rest of the day went by peacefully and Remus had soon left for the night as well. Before leaving, he had found Hermione in the library and kissed her longingly. “Always leave them wanting more,” he had said, and she was definitely left wanting more.

Before going to bed, she walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. She was reaching up in the cabinet; her shirt rising up her bare stomach and her sleep shorts rising up, baring a hint of her uncovered ass, when she suddenly felt a hard body behind her. She looked over to see Sirius, reaching up to get the glass for her, and pressing his body into hers. A soft moan escaped her lips as he rubbed against her backside, but she quickly covered it as a yawn and took the glass from him.

“Thank you,” she said, looking up at him. Desire was evident in his eyes and she was sure he could see a matching reaction in her own.

The outside door opened and Ginny stormed in, breaking the moment as the two jumped apart. Not walking into the kitchen at such a late hour and taking no notice of those around her and, she threw down her belongings and marched up the steps.

“Well, good night,” Hermione said quickly several moments later. Sirius looked as though he had more to say, but just nodded at her.

Walking up the steps she could hear noises coming from Ginny’s room. There were low moans followed by the sound of something breaking. Fearing for the stupid chit, Hermione slowly opened the door and was appalled by what she saw. Ginny was on her knees in front of Kingsley Shaklebolt, his cock in her mouth, and a broken mug on the floor by the desk he was leaning on. He grabbed her hair, roughly forcing her to take in his length and ignoring her gagging sounds.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take it all. You’re such a good little whore. Coming to me when you can’t have Potter. Oh yea, just like that. Suck my cock,” he said, slamming into her once more. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, but she kept sucking him, moaning around his large cock and grasping his balls with her other hand.

“I got your owl. You were late. And now, you want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he asked and she nodded in reply.

Suddenly Hermione felt someone behind her. Her hand, still holding the doorknob, was covered by Sirius’ as he slowly and quietly closed the door. Still holding her hand, he led her down the hall towards her own room.

“Well, that should make the break-up a bit easier, don’t you think?” he asked, grinning down at her shocked expression.

“If I didn’t know better,” he continued, his voice barely a whisper as he lowered his mouth closer to her ear, “I’d think you enjoyed watching. Do you have such voyeuristic desires, my little one, or am I quite mistaken?”

“I did not want to see that,” she said shakily, “I just couldn’t believe it was real.”

“Really? And what about the other night? Did you like what you saw then?”

“What…what do you mean?” she asked, unable to believe he had known she was there.

“Don’t play dumb, little one, it doesn’t suit you. I know you were watching us in the kitchen. And I know you liked it. Tell me, do you masturbate thinking about Remus and me together?” His voice was low, his tone commanding, and his look was hopeful.

“Yes,” she moaned quietly as he flicked his tongue out and licked her earlobe. He trailed his tongue down her neck and she moved her head to give him better access.

“Thought so,” he smirked. “Remus does tend to lose himself so close to the full moon, but he is quite hot, is he not?” he asked, continuing his assault on her neck.

She didn’t answer, too caught up in what he was doing, but she moaned and tilted her head further. Sirius slowly detached his lips and tongue from her neck and stood up. “I’d say he’ll be ready for more tomorrow night, just so you know. If you’d like to watch, that is,” he smirked again, before turning around and heading to his own bedroom.

Hermione was left standing on shaky legs and her shorts soaking through. So, he knew she was there. Not only that, but it apparently turned him on to know that she was watching. She wondered for a moment if Remus knew this and if Sirius knew about her and Remus, before she turned and headed to her own room.

Harry was walking to his bedroom, thinking that at the late hour he would go unnoticed, until he saw Hermione and gasped. “Hermione, what are you doing up?” he asked, glancing quickly at Charlie’s door and giving himself away.

Figuring it was now or never she walked up to him and placed a finger to his lips. The light was low in the hallway, but she thought she saw a brief flicker of desire wash over his face. She couldn’t handle another shock today and so quickly dismissed that as a trick of the lights and lowered her hand to take his. She led him to Ginny’s room and motioned for him to remain silent as she quietly opened the door a crack.

Looking into the mirror across from the bed, Harry was able to fully see his girlfriend on her hands and knees, taking in the long, thick cock attached to another man. He watched for a moment, listening to her moans and squeals, and Kingsley's grunts, before closing the door and turning to Hermione. He took her hand and led her to her door.

“Um, I, um,” he stuttered.

“Look, Harry, I’m sorry. I just thought you should know. You know, and have proof so she couldn’t lie her way out of it.”

“Yea, thanks. Sirius has been warning me for a while, but I never would have believed it without seeing it. I guess I should be upset though.”

“You’re not upset, Harry, and we both know it,” she said seriously, but then grinned up at him. “And you’re not Mr. Innocent yourself, either.”

He looked at her in shock for a moment before lowering his head, “no, no I’m not. How did you know?”

“Harry, love,” she said softly, pulling his face back up to hers, “everyone close to you knows. If Luna has some weird creature responsible for lust, I think it’s been let loose in this house,” she said, making them both laugh.

Slowly, very slowly, Harry began lowering his head towards hers. Before she knew what was happening, he pressed his lips against her own and kissed her tenderly. Emotions soared around her, not the least of all was shock, but she had to admit that Harry was a damn fine kisser. His tongue darted out once, twice, then slowly stroked her bottom lip until she opened her mouth to him and weaved her fingers in his hair. His hands cupped her backside, bringing her against him. Proof that he wanted her evident in his erection.