Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 14,892
Chapter 21 Edit Date: 01/29/2009
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WesleyY7 – Well, you wrote that first comment stating you were going to read the rest of the story and then nothing! Did the chapter disappoint? I hope not!
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roxie – You are a hard cookie to please! But then, that just makes me try all the harder. Now, you wouldn't want me to make Snape a lovey-dovey type of guy, would you? I tried hard to keep him as he is depicted in the books and I hope my depiction of him seems true to the original story. Yes, the dog part was meant to be a difficult read and to give you more of an idea that Hermione's time isn't all roses (I think people tend to forget) - as Snape states, “If you can think of it, it is being done.” As to the ending, you are correct in your assumption in that it's going to be an alternate ending. This won't be a forevermore sex slave story, not a true one. I think everyone will have their own interpretation of the stories ending. That's all I can say on that.
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elphaba – I'm not sure about the 'Please, Snape is intelligent' comment, so far, I haven't had anything requiring excessive intelligence for him to talk about and I really don't want to hurt my brain by trying to do so – I think he's the hardest character to get right from the books. I'm curious to know if you got the whole dog hint, I thought it was well hidden... Hmmmm....
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soniab – well, thank-you for that correction which has been uploaded with a comment stating you found an error. So, I got the dog thing realistic? So, my gross research paid off, good. I didn't go into how that all would feel for Hermione because I didn't want to push it and because I really don't want to imagine how that would feel. Gives me the creepies. However, we all know some people are into that so, it was added. Thanks for your thoughts on the baby, we'll see what happens very soon! Thanks for your support, too.
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This chapter deals with Sirius' fantasies and with his continued excellent grades in 'Kreacher's Night School'.
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Chapter 21 - Who's The Boss?

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Story Date: April 7, 1996 (part 1)

Sirius was aroused from sleep by bursts of hard knocking on his door. Groggily, he pulled on his boxers and pants, then stumbled to the door, opening it to find Remus standing there, hands in his pockets, a look of uncertainty on his face.

“May I come in?”

Sirius stepped back, a feeling of Déjà vu coming over him, and allowed Remus entrance into his room.

“Pardon my appearance, Remus, I couldn't sleep last night.” Sirius yawned heartily, scratching at his morning stubble while stretching.

“Indeed, you do look as though a wild hippogriff trampled all over you. Are you sure Buckbeak didn't get loose?”

Both men laughed, their laughter nervous, each for their own reason.

“I didn't see you at breakfast time and wondered if you were all right.” Remus turned about the room slowly, glancing at the items contained within. It's been a long time since I've been in this room. Ah, remember the plans we had, the things we were going to do?” He smiled sadly, his eyes coming upon Sirius once again. “It's midday and past lunch time, which has put Molly in a bit of a snit. To appease her and give the rest of us some peace, I told her I thought I'd come up to see how you were. I thought, perhaps, we could chat in private as well.”

“Um, yeah, okay, sit down, sit.” Sirius gestured towards his chairs, both softly padded and covered with dark red velvet cloth, and each sat so they faced the other at an angle. Remus brought one leg over the other, shaking his foot as if he had the jitters, as his eyes scanned the room once again, taking a closer look at all of the Gryffindor posters he had unknowingly taken pleasure in several months before. Sirius stared at that shaking foot as he pulled on a shirt and buttoned his pants, thinking how uncharacteristic Remus was acting and wondering if he should ask him a few identifying questions. Remus saved him the decision by speaking first.

“I guess you're wondering why I'm here.” Remus' eyes were glued on one of the moving pictures of the five boys, now men, pasted onto the wall. He didn't know how he was going to approach Sirius about what was on his mind, somehow, he sensed he needed to stay calm to keep from upsetting Sirius. He was sure his assumptions were correct, but he didn't want to make Sirius so angry that he would shut him out, keeping him from his goal.

“A bit, yeah. I'm curious.” Sirius decided to sit tight and wait the intruder out, if indeed this was an impostor.

Remus looked out the window, hesitating so long before speaking that Sirius began to wonder if the hour would be up before the Polyjuice Potion would wear off.

“Sirius,” his eyes remained trained on something outside the window, his voice its usual calm aloofness, “I see no point in beating around the bush, so I'll try to be direct. But, please understand, this is difficult for me. I don't mean to accuse, not without proof, so please don't take this the wrong way if the conclusions I've come to are incorrect.”

A long pause, necessitating Sirius to prompt quietly, “Go on.”

Remus laughed lightly. “I'm wrong, I want to be direct but yet my mind wants to pursue all sorts of formalities before getting to the point of my visit here today.” He smiled apologetically.

“Come on, Remus, it's me! You're old school chum and one of your oldest friends! Put away all pretenses and get to the point so I may go downstairs and alleviate Molly's mind that I'm not pining away up here, starving to death.”

They both chuckled, each envisioning Molly's attempts to overfeed Sirius once he made an appearance at the kitchen table.

Remus turned to look at his old friend, his smile falling from his face, his gray hair seeming to be more pronounced than Sirius remembered from the previous night. He spoke quickly, as if rushing his words was the only way to get the question out before he lost his nerve. “Sirius, do you have Hermione?”

'Oh, for the love of Pete! For fuck's sake! Shit, shit, shit, and double shit!'

“I'm not sure of what you mean, Remus.” Sirius turned his head to and fro, his elbows bent, his hands in the air, palms up, on either side of him. “Look around, do you see her here?”

A scowl came over Remus' face, his voice sharp. “Sirius, don't take me for a fool. I know there are hiding places in this home of yours that no-one would ever find without you. I'm sure there are some that are long forgotten, perhaps some not used since your parents died, their secret dying with them. So, don't treat me like I'm stupid. Please.”

Sirius eyed Remus, not sure exactly how to proceed with this. He didn't want to have to modify his old friend's memory a second time, his guilt still plaguing him. Could he, by any stroke of luck, weasel this conversation to his own means?

“Uh, well Remus, you have to admit your question was kind of out of the blue there.” Sirius absently reached his arm up and scratched the top of his back, near his neck.

Remus nodded, his eye brows going up. “Yes, yes. I admit it was.”

They looked at each other a moment longer, the silence feeling heavy between them. Sirius worried that Remus would become violent again, like he had last time, if he wasn't careful.

“So?” Remus dragged the word out a bit, his head inclining as he spoke, his eyes never leaving Sirius' face.

“So? So, what?” Sirius didn't want to answer, but didn't want to lie either.

Remus took in a deep, exasperated breath, then spoke as he exhaled, over-enunciating each word as his outstretched hands gestured towards Sirius. “Do. You. Have. The. Girl?”

Sirius' eyes were on Remus' hands as he replied. “What makes you think I would?”

Remus slammed his hands onto his knees, then rubbed his hands on his thighs in frustration. He turned to look out the window again, taking in a few calming breaths. He turned to face his old friend, a warning look in his eyes. “Sirius, my sense of smell is far more developed than your own.”

'Of course, same as fucking last time.'

Sirius shook his head slightly as he pushed back against his chair, putting his chin on the palm of his hand as his elbow rested on the chair's arm. “Your sense of smell? I don't understand what you're getting at.”

Remus sat forward in his chair, his eyes staring directly into Sirius', his voice coming out in a loud, hoarse whisper as he spoke from between his teeth. “Sirius, I can smell her on you. You can't be fucking a girl and get her smell off of you quite so easily.” He sat back, his features suddenly seeming to relax. His eyes softened slightly, his voice not as harsh. “And, judging by the odor of her that comes off of you, I'd say you aren't even trying.”

Sirius stared at Remus, shocked by his terminology. Now he was sure this wasn't the real Remus.

“I don't have her.” His voice came out blandly, his head shaking back and forth.

“Sirius...”

“I said I don't have her. Look, I don't know who you are, but I'm not falling for your trap. Is that you, Arthur?” Sirius gazed closer at Remus, looking for signs that Polyjuice was near the end of it's efficacy. “Surely not Albus, he'd have more finesse.” Sirius continued to look closely at Remus, looking for his hair to grow longer or change color. “Personally, I never thought you'd use such language, Arthur.”

Remus threw his head back and laughed deeply. “It's the real me, Sirius! I swear it.” He stopped laughing, his face suddenly becoming puzzled. “You're uncomfortable with my use of the word 'fuck'? Surely not, it's not as if you've never heard me say the word.”

Sirius sat forward in his chair and jabbed his fingers into Remus' chest. “Remus rarely uses such language. If he does use it, it's when he is quite inebriated, and I smell no booze on you, whoever you are.”

Sirius got up from his chair and walked to his door, opening it. “If you would please leave?” He bowed forward slightly, his hand gesturing that Remus should leave the way his hand flowed.

Remus made no move to get up from his chair, his face becoming quite serious as he watched Sirius with his hand on the door. “Close the door, Sirius, and come back here.”

Sirius stood up straight, his face blank. “And what? Talk?”

“How can I convince you that I am me?” He sat a moment, pondering. “Go on, ask me a question that you think only I would know, that someone else wouldn't know to force out of me.”

Sirius slowly closed the door, but did not walk back to his chair. He had his hand in his pocket around his wand, ready for a duel; he saw Remus' eyes go to his fist, then come back up to his face.

Sirius thought a moment, his eyes never leaving Remus. “When we made the Marauders Map, who was the one to come up with the idea to leave the Room of Requirement off of it?”

“No-one.”

Deadpan, Sirius stared at Remus. “And, why would you say that?”

Remus looked down, his thumb tracing an invisible line on his pant leg. “Because, the Room of Requirement is unplottable and can't be plotted on a map. No matter what we did, we couldn't get the room to show up on the map.”

Sirius considered Remus' answer a moment, then asked another. “When James Levicorpused Severus and showed everyone his underwear......and more.....what did Severus call Lily?”

The heavily respired answer came without hesitation as Remus shifted in his chair uneasily. “Mudblood.”

They were silent a moment, both reflecting upon that day so long ago, neither knowing how much that one moment of cruelty and carelessness changed all of their lives forever.

“Why was that significant?”

Remus hesitated a moment, his quiet voice tinged with irony. “Because they were friends.”

“Who was Severus riding with the first time we saw him?”

“With Lily, on the Hogwart's Express.” Remus frowned as he recalled what had occurred, remembering sadly the cruelty of children towards each other. He looked up at Sirius, noting the memories didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.

Sirius' eyes narrowed as he asked his next question, watching Remus intently. “Who was your first snog?”

Remus blushed at the memory. “Martha Emmerson.”

Sirius considered the other man's reaction to his question, smiled broadly, then removed his hand from his pocket, wandless, satisfied that it truly was his old friend. He walked slowly to the chair, his eyes never leaving Remus' face.

“Why are you here, Remus? Really.” He asked his question quietly as he sat back in his chair languorously, his left leg crossing over his right, his chin going back into his palm.

“I told you. I want to know if you have Hermione.”

“And, if I do? What do you plan to do then?” Sirius suddenly felt even more enervated than he had last night, not wanting to deal with this stress anymore.

Remus looked uncomfortable, his eyes averting away from Sirius to look out the window. “Is she safe?”

Sirius stared at Remus a long time. He decided he'd cut straight to the quick and get the prodding over with.

“Yes, she's safe. She's safe, she's warm, she's well fed, she's not caged, she has a nice bed to sleep in, and she won't starve if I'm captured. Oh, and I am fucking the shit out of her, let's just get that out of the way while we're at it.” His voice was bold, blunt, with a tinge of anger mixed in.

Remus' eyes snapped back to Sirius' face, a look of confusion, then shock, coming over his face as he listened to his friend's words.

“Don't ask why I told you all that. Just be secure in the knowledge that she is not suffering. Okay?”

Remus sat quietly, pondering his next question as he digested what he had just been told. “You commented that you are 'fucking the shit out of her', Sirius.” With anger flashing across his face as he said this, he turned in his seat so he could closely inspect his old friends face, for the first time feeling as if he were looking at a stranger. “Do you rape her, or is she accepting of your attentions?”

“We began an affair while she was still up here,” Sirius paused a moment as surprise spread over Remus' face. “But then it kind of changed. I don't know how, things got messed up a little, and got..... ah, seedier, I guess you'd say.” Sirius felt as if a heavy weight were being lifted off his shoulders as he spoke of his relationship with Hermione for the first time.

“Seedier? In what way?”

“I, uh, you see, things....” Sirius looked at Remus, not sure how to continue. He took in a deep breath and let it out through pursed lips. “She's more romantic than I, I guess. I like things a little rougher than she does and, well, and...”

“Rougher? How so?”

“Well, restraining her, spanking, flogging, making her do..... things. Stuff like that.”

It took a great deal of effort for Remus to keep a straight face as he listened to Sirius talk. He flogged Hermione? “I take it she didn't take to your type of lovemaking, then?”

“Uh, no, no, she didn't. Well, I mean, at first she did. But, I guess I was going slow and careful and was working the other stuff in slowly. She, we, uh, we really are sexually attracted to each other.” He contemplated what he would say next as he rubbed his stubble. “She just isn't into S&M like I am, I guess, is all. I mean, she gets excited and stuff, but I think she'd rather have candlelight and music playing in the background.”

“Do you ever do that, by any chance?”

Sirius stared at Remus in silence. He'd never thought to do that with her, to give her exactly what she wanted. He looked out the window, his gaze following a bird as it flew by. If he expected her to do what he wanted, it only followed that he should do what she wanted as well. He mulled this over a few more moments before looking at Remus. “No, I never thought to do that. I mean, we've had romantic moments and all, but nothing like that.”

Remus rubbed his hand through his hair, his face screwing up as he considered the fact that he was discussing how to better his best friends forced sexual relationship with a kidnapped friend of theirs. 'Well, if it'll make Hermione's time happier, it'll be worth it, I guess.'

“You began these practices while she was up here? Before you took her?”

“Yeah, some of them.” Sirius pushed himself back in his chair in a huff. “The thing is, I never thought about doing all this stuff before. It's only recently that I began to like certain unconventional things when having sex. I, it, you see, it seemed all of a sudden these thoughts started in my head, on how to use her. At first it was all very romantic and then things changed, but I don't know why. I mean, Kreacher thought my ideas were good and....”

“Kreacher? Kreacher encouraged how you used her?” Remus worked hard to keep his face stony, not wanting Sirius to stop talking, hoping he'd trust him enough to take him to her.

“Yes. He said that I should take what I wanted, that if I liked it she had no say-so in the matter.” He looked quickly at Remus, seeing the other man's face changing to indignation. “I know differently now, Remus, I swear. I just, I don't know, I just went with what he said. His words were so powerful, they seemed so right at the time.”

“Almost as if you were under a spell?” Remus thought about his dreams, the one's with Kreacher's voice telling him what to do, encouraging thoughts that he normally wouldn't entertain, giving him idea's he'd never considered before. He shook his head, wondering if they truly were dreams.

Sirius looked at Remus sharply. “Yes, exactly. Almost like a spell. But, surely not, no.”

The two men stared at each other, unsure of what to say next, both uncomfortable in their thoughts. Remus turned to look out the window again, changing the subject back to Hermoine.

“Do you visit her each day? She's not left alone all the time?”

“I do. And, no, she isn't.” Sirius' mind was whirling around Kreacher, worried now that Remus had eluded to the possibility he was under a spell of some sort. He didn't know house elves could do such complex spells, he thought they only did simple defense spells and homemaking spells. 'Oh, surely not! He'd never do that, what would he gain by doing that?'

Remus' next question came quietly, hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer. “You took her, didn't you? Against her will?”

Sirius paused before answering, his head nodding as he replied firmly. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

“You, a man more than twenty years her senior, had an affair with a fifteen year old girl, correct?”

“Well, jeez, Remus, you make it sound so bad, the way you say it.”

“Am I correct?”

Sirius sighed deeply, not looking at Remus. “Yeah, yeah, you are correct.”

“You had an affair with a fifteen year old girl, then took her against her will?”

Sirius nodded.

“Sirius, why? If she was having an affair with you, why? I never suspected the two of you were together, I knew you were flirting, but I never imagined the two of you together. I always thought she would get together with Ron.”

Sirius' face darkened at the mention of Ron. “Well, she's with me now, not with Ron. She'll never be with Ron.”

Remus looked up sharply, he took note of how Sirius' tightened when Ron's name was mentioned, anger in his voice.

“No, I don't suppose she'll ever be with Ron, not now. You've made sure of that, haven't you?”

Sirius stared at Remus, his body relaxing slightly at the thought that he did make sure Ron would never have her.

Seeing Sirius nod slightly and noting a slight curving of his lips, Remus looked down at his hands as he considered all that Sirius had told him. He knew the man was troubled, but never imagined it was so severe. He twisted himself in the chair slightly, looking around the room as he mulled over what to do. 'Men have much younger women all the time, it's not that unusual. But Hermione just didn't seem the type to have an affair with a much older man. She is very mature for her age though, I guess maybe she would be better suited with an older man, one more mature than the boys. But, why Sirius? He's not exactly mature for his age.'

“Sirius, you say the affair between the two of you began while she was here.”

“Yes.”

“How did it start? Did you approach her?”

“Yes, for our initial...... uh.....”

“You didn't frighten her? Force yourself on her?”

“No! No, it was all quite romantic, actually, our first encounter.”

“Albus and I warned you away from her, why did you pursue her anyway?”

“Because, I wanted her for myself. And she was willing, very willing.”

“But then? If she was willing, why kidnap her?”

“Because, I didn't want her around the other men. All that testosterone around her, I knew it was just a matter of time before someone else tried to make her theirs. Because of you and Albus, we had to keep our affair a secret.”

“Sirius, most people would say a fifteen year old does not belong with a thirty-five year old.”

“Why? Why, Remus? What's wrong with it as long as we're both happy together?”

“Are you? Happy together? Is she happy?”

“Of course.” Sirius' voice was laced with anger. He didn't like how this conversation was going, not at all.

Remus turned to look at him, sadness written all over his face. “You weren't violent with her, or anything, right? Not at first?”

Sirius deliberated a long time before replying, deciding to just tell the truth and hide nothing. “In a manner, yes, when I first took her. I was forceful with her, to break her to my will.”

“When you first took her? As in, the first time you fucked her, or when you kidnapped her?”

“Fucking A, Remus! Knock it off! I'm trying to be honest with you so back the fuck off! The first time we made love was really nice, it was wonderful – don't debase it just because I'm twenty years older than her. The first time we had sex I didn't just fuck her, all right? It wasn't like that.”

“Fine, fine.” Remus struggled to keep his emotions in check. “So, you made love to her at first, but then things changed. Then you kidnapped her, and then what? You started torturing her?”

“Well, like I said, we had to break her will so she wouldn't keep fighting us. You know she's strong-willed. Well, she was, she's mellowed out since we first took her. You have to understand, I wanted her to accept her new life so that she'd be happy and not trying to escape all the time.”

Eyes hardening a moment, Remus shook with anger. He couldn't believe what he was hearing his old friend say. 'I never would have thought he was capable of this. When we were younger he never would have done something so horrible. Was it because he was under the elf's spell? Do elves do those kinds of spells? Or was it because he was in Azkaban? It has to be. It just has to be. That place is hideous and will break a man within days, he was there twelve years. How do I get him some help? How?' With deliberate calm, he asked, “Is she okay with the situation now?”

Sirius had watched several emotions cross Remus' face, not sure what they all meant, though he was sure the one he identified as anger was directed towards him. “Yes.”

“How 'okay' are we talking, Sirius? You said you had to break her to your will, is she broken, as in totally cowed down and subservient? Is she still the same Hermione we all know and love?”

“Of course she's the same Hermione! She's just a little different, is all.”

“A little different. Merlin, Sirius, what have you done to her?”

Sitting back, keeping his eyes on Remus, Sirius' voice was curt. “Remus, are you going to get angry and try throwing me around the room?”

Without hesitation came the reply through clenched teeth. “Is that what I did the first time I confronted you?”

It was Sirius' turn to look surprised. His whole body tensed, preparing himself for a fight. 'How the fuck does he know that? He's just making an educated guess, is all, has to be.'

“Yes.” Sirius willed himself to relax, but kept himself at the ready, just in case; his eyes watching for any sign that Remus was ready to spring at him.

Remus sat there a long time, digesting what he had been told. When he spoke, his voice was once again a forced calm, a hurt undertone detectable. “Why did you modify my memory, Sirius?

Sirius exhaled a breath he didn't realize he was holding. “Because you threatened to take her from me, plain and simple. You threatened to take my Kitten away from me.” Sirius' voice shook with anger. “I'll do the same thing to you again if I have to, Remus. Please don't make me do that to you again. I hated doing it the first time.”

Sirius could see Remus' eyes going back and forth as he looked into his own, probably trying to make sense of what he was being told about a memory he no longer had.

“That,” Remus cleared his throat, “isn't my purpose today.” Remus noticed Sirius' fear, and how he called Hermione his Kitten. Sirius felt some form of affection for the girl, of that he was sure, but exactly what remained to be seen. Great sadness washed over him, thinking how pathetic 'the great Sirius Black' had become, how different he was from when they were in school. He looked around the room, remembering old times, knowing they were all so very different from their youth.

Sitting back in wonder, not expecting Remus' reply, Sirius asked quietly, “How do you mean?”

“I, uh,” Remus looked decidedly uncomfortable, his face looking alternately confused and remorseful. He was struggling with unaccustomed thoughts and desires, and kept telling himself he was under a spell, trying to keep himself from succumbing as Sirius obviously did. He intended to discuss all of this with Albus as soon as he left the room, warning him that others may come under a spell of the elf. Suddenly, he turned a piercing look at Sirius. “Why Sirius? Why did you take her?”

“I love her,” came the quick reply.

Remus couldn't believe Sirius' voice had the tone that he felt Remus was missing the obvious. “Love?”

Sirius nodded firmly. “Love.”

“You feel that way now,” Remus took his forefinger and pointed it downwards as he spoke the word 'now', emphasizing the time frame, “but when you first took her, how did you feel about her?”

Sirius' face lit up when he thought about the first night he came to her room, that first magical night when he made her his. “Infatuated. Absolutely, positively infatuated with her. She was so sweet, so innocent, untouched, unbreached.” He looked intently at Remus. “I was her first, and I made sure her first time was memorable. It wasn't frightening, I swear to you.” Sirius looked down at his hands, many emotions flitting across his face. “After a while, I kept thinking about how she was surrounded by men, that they'd want her like I did. I worried someone would take her from me.” He sat up, taking a deep breath. “I also didn't like having to sneak around, having to be so careful for every rendezvous, always worrying we'd get caught.” He looked up at Remus, a look of sadness on his face. “My initial reasoning for taking her was so I could have her sexually any time I wanted. To do what I wanted with her, when I wanted. To make sure no-one else had her as I wanted her.”

“Sirius, do you honestly think she would have done that? Leave you, I mean?”

“I feared you, Severus, and Ron most of all. You and Severus are older, intelligent, respected to a degree, the both of you are someone she could look up to. Especially fucking Snivellus, with him being a Potion's Master and so fucking mysterious.” He held up a hand when Remus went to interject something. “Then there was Ron. He's no brain, we all know that, but there's a chemistry between the two of them. She loves him still. I feared him most of all.”

“Surely, Sirius, you could have found someone if she gravitated towards Ron.”

“Who? Tell me fucking who? Who do I meet? Me, who's locked up in this hideous home 24/7. The only person of interest is Tonks, and I know the two of you have a thing for each other.”

“How? I.....”

“Oh, please, Remus.” Sirius rolled his eyes. “It's not exactly a secret that the two of you fancy each other.”

Remus blushed, a small smile curving his lips. “Okay, so the secret is out. How long have you known?”

“For a few months, well, actually, since before I took Hermione.”

Remus turned his mind away from Tonks. “What do you do with her, Sirius? Exactly. You mentioned some things that she didn't like, is there more?”

This time, Sirius looked uncomfortable, but only for a moment. “I've been able to practice almost all of my sexual fantasies with her, though I have a few more yet to become realized.” He decided not to get as graphic with Remus this time around, not like he had before. He knew Remus' sense of propriety would be stretched to the breaking point if he tried to convince him she was a great fuck. He had to be a great deal more careful this time around. “She is basically at my beck and call, though she doesn't see it as such. I fuck her when I want, how I want. I throw her a little affection and she's like putty in my hands.” He looked confused a moment. “That didn't come out right because I do love her, but she does what I want.” His eyes darkened a moment, his voice tightening. “The only downfall is that I have to share her with Kreacher.”

“Kreacher?” The sound of disgust was very evident on Remus' voice. He sat forward in the chair abruptly. “You share her with a house elf? You force her to fuck a house elf?” 'Would that be why Kreacher has him under a spell? So he could have her as well? Gods, that's disgusting. Elves lust after a human female? Does that really happen?'

Sirius nodded warily, not sure how Remus would take that bit of news.

Remus' voice was incredulous, yet with a tinge of fascination. “Does she accept this treatment of her?”

“She does, now, yes.”

Remus brooded over this a while, his foot doing its dance again, his eyes staring absently at his foot. Hermione was having sexual relations with a house elf. He had never heard of such things, but yet had been dreaming about them of late. His face pinched slightly as he remembered those dreams, seeing Hermione doing things he never thought about in his waking hours. He began to feel his heart race as he pictured these things, things that were coming between him and Tonks. Could it possibly be because he was also under some kind of spell? He sighed loudly, seeming to break him of his musings.

Remus' eyes came up to look at Sirius. “May I see her?”

Sirius looked at Remus cautiously. “Why?”

“To see her with my own eyes. To make sure she truly is all right. To make me feel better.”

Sirius stood up, gesturing towards Remus angrily as he walked away. “Why? If you aren't going to tell anyone, what difference does it make if you see her or not?”

Eyes following Sirius, Remus retorted, “Did I say I wasn't going to tell anyone else?”

Sirius whipped around, looking at Remus with wild eyes. “So, you are going to rat on me, is that it?”

Hands going up defensively, Remus spoke quickly. “No, no. I'm not going to 'rat' on you, as you say.” He lowered his hands, shaking his head as he spoke. “But don't put words into my mouth, Sirius.”

“All right then. I can only surmise you are going to rat on me, how's that sound?”

Nodding, Remus remarked, “Better.”

“Well?”

Remus wasn't sure how to answer, not sure what the 'well' was meant to mean. “Well, what?”

Irritated, Sirius plopped back down in his chair. “Are you going to rat me out?”

“I already said I wasn't, didn't I?”

Sirius looked at Remus appraisingly. “True, you did. Why do you want to see her, Remus?”

Remus closed his eyes as he took in a deep, cleansing breath. He was sure he would be strong enough to keep himself from enacting these impulses he was having at the mere thought of her, but he hoped he could talk his friend into letting her go and possibly breaking this spell he feared Sirius was under. Yes, he definitely needed to discuss this with Albus. “Sirius, why don't you let her go?”

“I told you, she's mine. She'll always be mine.”

Remus opened his eyes, his head inclining slightly as he did so. “But, you share her with a house elf.”

“The elf means nothing to her. I'm not the only one she has been shared with, and none of them meant anything to her.” He figured Remus didn't have to know about Ron, not yet anyway. Kreacher had mentioned some of what was going on with Hermione at Bella's and at times it drove him nearly mad with jealously and anger, yet at other times he wished he could join in with them. The only thing that bothered him about the whole thing was that Bella liked to torment his Kitten, causing her fear and pain. But, Remus didn't need to know all that either. He almost felt as if he were going to drown in his secrets as they got deeper and deeper each passing moment.

“She has been with others? Other men or other elves?”

Sirius gave a wicked smile. “Both.”

Remus' eyes widened briefly. “And, you are agreeable to that?”

“Yes.” He saw no point in elaborating on the fact that she was being used by Bella and her husband. He didn't exactly agree to their use of Hermione, but he'd be willing to share her with Remus if he was agreeable.

“You say the elf means nothing to her. Are you saying the other men meant nothing to her as well?”

Sirius nodded, his fingers now entwined together, laying on his abdomen, his legs stretched out. “Yes, that's exactly what I mean.”

“You've watched her with these men?”

“I've shared her and watched. Both, yes.” He knew he was stretching the truth, but if it would get Remus to use her like he wanted, he saw no fault with it.

“And she only has feelings for you?”

Again, Sirius nodded. “Romantically, yes. She knew some of the others, and liked them, but didn't love them.” 'Damn! I'm getting too good at lying to others, right to their faces.'

Remus shook his head sharply, trying to clear his mind from the images and thoughts that were popping up while Sirius spoke, his bodies response not so easily taken care of. When he spoke, his voice was husky. “How do you know this? For sure, I mean.”

“Because, I know. I just know. If you knew the situation a little more intimately, you would understand as well.”

Remus paused, looking at Sirius, understanding what he meant when he promulgated the word 'intimately', but choosing, with difficulty, to ignore the hidden invitation. “Are you saying she loves you back?”

“Yes.”

Remus looked out the window again, his mind in turmoil.

“Remus, just take my word for it. She's fine.” Sirius could tell Remus knew what he was intimating, and was a little put-out that he did not take him up on it.

“I want to see her, Sirius. With my own eyes.”

Sirius decided it was time to be blatant or Remus would continue to skirt around his hints. “Under one condition.”

Remus' eyebrow came up in a Snapish manner, Sirius almost laughed at the sight of it. “A condition? Only one?”

“That you share her with me.”

Remus thought his heart would stop. He struggled to swallow before talking. “Share? How?”

“Remus. Don't make me spell it out for you. You're a man of the world, you know what I mean.”

Remus looked down, a blush forming on his cheeks. 'If only Sirius knew how tempting this offer was. I can't though, I can't. It would be wrong. Poor Hermione, that poor girl.'

“Sirius, I, uh, that's not why I want to see her. I don't want to share her with you.” Remus sat forward in his chair, his arms on his knees, his hands hanging down. “Why would you want that? Help me understand.”

“Because, it's something I find exciting.”

When Remus spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “To share her? I thought you loved her.”

“I do. You don't understand, that's the problem. Just because another man uses her body doesn't mean she loves me less. Or that I love her less. It's just sex, Remus. I like watching her fuck another man, it gets me off. It's like watching a porn movie, and she's the star.”

Remus listened to his friend, watching his face with its wistful look, his body language indicating how exciting the thought of sharing Hermione was to him. “Sirius, listen to yourself. I don't understand your thought process. I would never use a woman I loved like that.”

“Such as Tonks? You wouldn't share her with me?”

“Gods, no!” Remus sat up straight, a look of shock on his face.

“Why? If she truly loves you, what difference would it make if she fucked another man?”

“Sirius, where the hell did this thinking of yours come from? Listen to yourself! When did you start thinking like this?” Remus was distressed with Sirius, now worried about any advances being made towards Tonks by Sirius. 'This is more serious than I imagined, I definitely must speak with Albus about this.'

“It's I who don't understand you, Remus.”

“Sirius, listen to what you are saying. You kidnapped her because you didn't want her with another man, yet you share her with other men! How fucked up is that?”

Sirius paused at Remus' words. He just didn't understand. “Remus, I decide who she is with. She has no-one without my say-so.” 'Okay, that's not really true, but he doesn't need to know that.' “I want to share her with you. Come on, Remus! It'll be fun!”

Remus stared at the other man in front of him, not sure who he was anymore. “Azkaban has changed you.”

“Yes, yes, it has. But I didn't see anyone trying to help me out of there, or visiting me, or making sure I was all right while in there. Everyone had their lives to live and I was stuck in there, left to rot!” Sirius stood up, anger on his face.

“Sirius, there's nothing I can do but say I'm sorry. I'll never be able to make it up to you, truly. I....”

“Share her with me.”

Remus stood up, he threw his arms down, fists clenched, then brought his hands up, palms showing, shaking them at the man before him. “Sirius! No! How will sharing a young girl between two grown men make your being locked up in Azkaban...”

“It won't.” Sirius had his arms folded across his chest, his back leaning against the wall, one leg crossed over the other.

“Then, why? Why insist I share her with you?”

“Because, I know you want her, Remus. You want to touch her, you want to fuck her. And I'll let you.”

Remus backed away from Sirius as he shook his head. His voice was quiet, resigned. “I want to see her, to be sure she's all right, but I don't want her sexually.”

Sirius gave Remus a knowing look. “Deny it all you want, Remus, but I know better.” He pushed away from the wall, walking towards Remus. “What if I refuse to let her see you? What will you do?”

Remus shook his head slowly, sadly. “Why would you refuse me, Sirius? Let me see her. It won't hurt you to let me see her.”

“Only if you'll share her with me.” Sirius sat down again, his eyes on Remus.

Remus slammed himself back in the chair, his look of disgust obvious, his voice sharp. “Sirius, no! That's sick. She's how old? Sixteen?” He looked out the window once again, his voice quiet. “Do you prostitute her out?”

“What? No! She's not a whore!” Sirius couldn't keep the indignation out of his voice.

“She's not a whore, but yet you want to share her with me. You've shared her with others. I don't see the difference. You've made her into a whore, Sirius.”

Face screwed up in anger, Sirius sat forward in his chair, his fist coming up and shaking at Remus. “Don't twist my words, Remus. Don't!” He took in several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. “Do you want to see her or not?”

“Sirius, good Lord man, listen to yourself! Don't do this to her. Don't do this to me.” Remus slammed his own fist into his chest as he said the last sentence. “I just want to see her, to make sure she's all right. Nothing more. NOTHING more.”

Sirius looked at his old friend. 'Oh, for crying out loud. Fuck! Why can't he be a man and fuck her with me?' He looked out the window moodily. 'If I don't, I might have to modify his memory, I really don't want to do that, I really don't. I suppose there's nothing wrong with him seeing her, as long as he promises to keep her whereabouts a secret.'

“All right, fine. I'll take you to her. But you have to agree to an Unbreakable Vow first.”

Remus considered the demand a moment. Sirius would state he couldn't divulge Hermione's whereabouts to anyone, would make it so he couldn't let anyone know he had her – his only hope would be to somehow convince Sirius to let the girl go of his own accord. Sighing, he wondered how long that would take. 'I'm better than nothing, though, at least she has me pulling for her. At least she'll have me trying to convince Sirius of how wrong he is. At least someone else will know where she is.'

“We have no-one to officiate it.”

Sirius thought a moment. “Hermione can.”

“You'd trust her with a wand?”

Sirius thought about that, then decided he had enough power over her that he wouldn't have to worry. “Yes.”

“All right then. I agree.”

Nodding, Sirius got up, motioning for Remus to stay seated. “I need to talk to Kreacher first so he understands what's going on. Then I need to speak with Hermione.”

Sirius moved to the center of the room.

“Remus, just so you know, Kreacher takes me to where Hermione is kept. Lessens the chance of me getting caught going to her.” He didn't want to tell Remus that Kreacher controlled his coming and going. He next spoke in a commanding voice. “Kreacher! Come here.”

Kreacher showed up immediately, eyeing Remus suspiciously.

“Kreacher, I need to discuss something with you. Remus is going to keep our secret but I still need to talk with you in private. Take me to Hermione, please.”

Kreacher stared at him a long time before grabbing his arm and popping him down to Hermione's rooms. Sirius saw Hermione asleep on the couch, a book on the floor next to her. He knelt down next to Kreacher and spoke softly.

“Kreacher, I'm going to make Remus perform an Unbreakable Vow that will force him to keep everything about Hermione a secret. I want to bring him down here to visit with her. I'm going to let her use her wand to officiate the Vow, I want you to watch her and make sure she doesn't do any other magic. All right?”

Kreacher nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“If she does, you may punish her as you see fit once Remus is gone, I promise I won't interfere.” Sirius was nervous over giving Kreacher this promise, but he had to do anything to get Kreacher to agree to what he wanted.

“Yes, Master.” Sirius noticed a slight note of pleasure as Kreacher acknowledged Sirius' last concession. He really hoped Hermione behaved herself with the wand in her hand.

“Um, after the Vow is finished, I want you to leave for a few hours.”

Instantly, Kreacher stepped back from Sirius and eyed him harshly, his voice hard. “Why?”

“I have plans. And I don't want to have to Obliviate Remus. If I do this right, I won't have to. After a few hours, come back, if we're still busy, then wait a few more hours to come back.”

“You are going to use the Mudblood with the Werewolf?”

“Yes, I hope to. Come on, Kreacher, you know it's one of my fantasies! He and Snape are the two people I want to share her with. Well, Ron and Ginny, too. And maybe the twins. We've talked about this before, you know how I feel about this.”

“Without me? You wish to use her with him, without me?”

“I'd have to Obliviate him if you are with us, Kreacher. I'll have to work you in slowly, but after a while he'll accept your presence while we use her. I think he'll enjoy watching you with her once he gets used to the idea. Actually, I miss watching you use her.” 'Anything, I'll say anything at this point.'

Kreached looked as if he wasn't sure whether to believe Sirius or not. “You do?” 'Hmmm, maybe the teaching I did the other night is finally sinking into that thick skull of his.'

“Yes. It's been a while since we've used her together, and I thought we were good partners together. Remember the first time we took her? We were a perfect team. And when we used her with Ginny? That was fucking hot.”

Kreacher thought about this a while. “All right. The Wolf may come down to use the Mudblood. As long as I get to join in eventually.” Kreacher smiled evilly, his Master not knowing all of the teaching he had been doing lately. Everyone was doing just as he wanted.

“Good, good.” Sirius couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice. “Just don't say that to him, not yet. He doesn't know I have plans for him. I have to talk to Hermione a moment, to prepare her.”

Sirius got up and walked over to the couch. She looked so peaceful lying there. He realized he hadn't told Remus she was pregnant yet.

“Hermione, Kitten, wake up hon.” He shook her shoulder lightly as he knelt down next to her. “Hermione?”

“Mmmmmm?” Hermione stretched her limbs out, her back curving more as she yawned. “Oh, hi Master.” She rubbed her eyes as she sat up, his hands already on her breasts, tweaking and pinching.

“Babe, we need to talk.” He continued to play with her tits, his dick already getting hard at the thought of what they'd be doing for most of the night. He knew Remus would break down and share her with him, he had sensed the other man struggling with himself while they talked in his room. He was pretty sure that being a werewolf would give him a great deal of stamina, and he looked forward to finding out if that was true.

“Okay. What about?” She wasn't sure about his tone, he sounded so serious for a man playing with her boobies. She arched her back a little and pulled her shoulders back, pushing her breasts into his hands.

“Your tits have gotten so fucking big and juicy looking, Kitten. Gods, I can't wait to be suckling on them.” His voice had become a soft growl as he pushed her top up and began to mouth her noisily, her arms struggling to hold her up as they trembled with her growing arousal, exactly as Sirius intended. He planned to get her so hot she'd practically beg to fuck Remus.

“I'm going [suck] to bring [suck] Remus down.”

“Who? That's nice.” Hermione was so engrossed in what Sirius' mouth was doing to her body that she didn't hear him right. After another minute of Sirius sucking her, his fingers working between her legs, she suddenly realized what he had said. She pulled back from him, looking at him as if not sure he had heard him right, her face pink from arousal but beaming with happiness.

“Remus! Remus Lupin! Bringing him down here? You are? Oh! Why? Is he okay? I can't wait to see him!” She had grabbed him around his neck and was giving him a huge hug as she practically danced on the couch. His smile faltered a moment.

“Sweetie, I need to discuss something with you about Remus.”

She took in a small gasp, her hands going to her mouth. “Is he all right? He's not hurt, is he?” The worry in her voice was genuine.

“No, no, he's not hurt. He's fine. Hermione, he wants to see you, to make sure you're all right.” He brought his fingers back down to her crotch, finding her clit and beginning to go in the perfect little circles he knew would bring her to climax. Hermione, however, was engrossed in what he had told her and didn't notice his touch, though her body did; Sirius could feel her clitoris become engorged, her wetness increasing nicely.

“Oh! It's wonderful! They haven't forgotten about me! They still think about me! I can't wait to see him! Oh dear, I have to change, I can't have him see me like this!” She pulled her top down abruptly, preparing to get up off the couch but being hindered by Sirius' hand still down her lace knickers, his other hand coming up to push her back onto the couch.

Sirius looked down at the outfit she wore, a pale lavender baby-doll that showed her pregnancy off flatteringly, covering her belly but yet allowing it to be scarcely seen through its opaque fabric, her now flat belly button a barely discernable circular shadow. “Hermione, I have another reason for him to come down. Because of that, you don't need to change. As a matter of fact, your outfit is perfect for what I want.” He pulled the elastic around her top down so that her breasts were exposed, the ruffled fabric shelving beneath them enticingly. He brought his lips down to suck on her some more. “Gods, I can't wait until these are leaking all over the place.” He brought his hand between her legs again.

Hermione looked down at him, the spark in her face slowly melting away as she struggled a losing battle to keep her body from responding to him, her hips already beginning to move against his hand as she heard her moisture snapping louder between his fingers. She swallowed audibly. “No, Sirius, please? Not like Ginny, please?”

“We'll see. If you play your part right, I won't have to Imperius him.”

She stared at him, a momentous sense of will helping her to pull away from him while shaking her head, tears beginning to fall, her hand going over her belly. “Please, Sirius. Don't make me, please? Please?”

He huffed out a breath in annoyance, his face showing anger. “It's just fucking sex, Hermione. Nothing more. This is something I want and you're going to do it.” He lowered his head to her again.

“But, but, I'm so big. It's hard to do the things you want, Sirius. Please?” She felt her legs opening for him, her nipples hardening in his mouth. She whispered out, “Please, no.”

“There'll be two of us and we'll be careful with you. But you have to act like you want it. Don't you dare act as if you don't. We'll make you feel good, Kitten. All right? You'll be cumming right along with us, don't I always make sure you cum?”

“Yes, sir.” She felt his fingers circling her, the tingling between her legs starting to grow and spread into her abdomen as her heart raced and her breathing quickened. 'Why is he doing this now? Isn't Remus waiting to come down? I guess the sooner we get this done, the sooner I'll see him again.' Hermione closed her eyes, allowing herself to give into the sensation Sirius was working to deliver.

Sirius seemed to sense her resolve and his hands began to flutter about her body, making her skin twitch and body squirm to his touch. He came up and kissed her deeply as he climbed on top of her, her legs going around him as he held himself off of her with his arms.

His mouth pulled away briefly so he could inform her, “One of these days, I'm going to hurt my back trying to keep from crushing you.” No sooner were his words out before his lips were on hers again, his crotch grinding against hers as he curved himself around her body. He felt her hands slide along his arms, coming to a stop on his outer shoulders, her hips pulsing against him as she kissed back.

He spoke to her between kisses, his mouth never leaving hers, both of them with their eyes closed as they listened to one another gasping for breath. “You're mine...... You will do as I say..... You belong to no-one else...... You only listen to me.... You belong to me......”

Hermione heard to his words, feeling as if he was trying to convince the both of them of his claim on her. She pulled away briefly, her body stilling as he moved his mouth up to murmur into her ear, his tongue working it's magic as she struggled to keep from responding to him, struggled to think.

“Sirius... Sirius... I, no, I....” She was quieted by his mouth coming over hers as he reached down to unzip his pants, his dick coming out to lay between them. She could feel his hardness, his glans poking into the bottom of her pregnant belly as he pushed himself against her; her body began to respond without her consent, her hips coming up to meet his and her hands moving without her knowledge. She closed her eyes, listening to him as he spoke into her ear once again, his words suddenly seeming to make perfect sense.

He kissed down her neck, his lips feeling divine as they brushed against her skin so lightly she barely felt them but yet their contact making her skin quiver just the same. He kissed her repeatedly, moving his mouth slowly downward over many minutes, her body doing a tiny dance beneath him as she responded to his touch. He smiled as he reached her breasts, his mouth sucking in a hard, dark tan-pink nipple, her back arching towards him as he did so. He loved the way she responded to him, her body being the best aphrodisiac he could ever imagine. Her taste was sweet, her smell intoxicating, her curves enthralling. It was times like this that made him glad he took her and made her his.

“I'm going to devour you.”

“Yes, Gods, yes.” She felt herself getting lost in his touch, her body responding to him as it always did. She felt him spell away her knickers, his mouth slowly kissing along her belly, then the insides of her legs. He kissed and sucked on her thighs, going from the inside of one to the inside of the other, slowly lowering himself down as she writhed to his touch, his lips and tongue working on her so maddeningly slow that she thought she'd scream until they finally hovered over her clit, the anticipation of what he would do with his mouth as he blew on her making her beg him to keep going. He came up and kissed her belly, pushing her thighs so her one leg went up onto the back of the couch to give him more room. She brought her hands down, pushing his head towards her quim as she pushed her hips up. “Please, Sirius, please? Don't stop! Please, don't stop.”

She closed her eyes when felt him lick her clit with his wide, flat tongue, nearly making her arch off the couch as she squealed; the only thing keeping her from falling off was his one hand. She was caught unawares when she felt another mouth on her; her eyes flew open, fearing it would be Remus, but she relaxed when she saw Kreacher's mouth sucking a nipple into his mouth. She brought a hand up to his head, pushing the both of them against her.

“Oh, Gods! Oh, please! Don't stop!”

Kreacher was pleased with how his Sex Slave was responding to his Master. She begged nicely, then she began to act like the whore she was. He was glad to be using her with Master again, having missed this himself. He hoped that the Werewolf would become a regular so that the three of them could use her all the time. With the two men and his Mistress, the Mudblood would be a sex machine, going all the time. He liked the thought of that. And, once the brat was born and out of the way, she'd be their very own milker. Not everyone had a milking sex slave like he would. The other house elves were jealous of his luck, and he couldn't wait to share her with them once she became a milker. Oh, no, he couldn't.

She felt Sirius' mouth licking around her vagina, his fingers spreading her lips so he had easier entrance, a finger seeming to stray 'accidentally' over her clit, sending jolts of electricity and fire through her. At that moment, she would have welcomed a dozen men all over her, just as long as they were touching her and making her feel like she was at that moment.

Kreacher was pinching and sucking her nipples; at times hard and demanding, at other times so softly she barely felt him, at other times circling her areola with his tongue, at other times licking her hard, hard nipples with the flat of his tongue. She wanted him to stop teasing her, to stop making her hurt with need. “Please, Master, please, suck my titties harder! Harder! Oh, harder, harder, harder! Pleeeeeeasssseee!”

She closed her eyes, feeling the both of them working together, working in sync with each other as they brought her to the brink of orgasm, just barely to the point of no return when they both suddenly pulled away from her, her hands trying hard to hold them against her.

“No! No, don't stop, please! Oh, please! No!”

Kreacher came back to her, his mouth working her again as her hand held onto his head while she writhed desperately. “Master! Master, don't stop!” She pushed her hips up higher, her hand outstretched, preparing to fist his hair.

“Hermione.”

“What? Oh, Master, what? Please!”

“When Remus comes down, I want this to continue.” He reached down and massaged her mons with the heel of his hand, continuing to stimulate her but allowing her to mull over his words while doing so.

“Oh! Don't tease me! I was so close, so close....”

“Kitten,” Sirius leaned forward and flicked her erect clitoris a few times, making her jump as he did so, “we're going to do this with Remus, baby.” He used the tip of his tongue to circle her before flattening it out and licking her hard before he began to suck on her again, her ass coming off the couch as she pushed herself against him.

Hermione concentrated on his mouth, unable to keep her bottom still, not wanting him to stop, desperate for him to keep going, while also relishing in the feeling Kreacher was giving her as she felt herself cresting once again. While she was close to letting go, to going over the edge, she found herself thinking about what he was telling her, his words pulling her down. 'Why? Why can't he be happy with just me and him? Doing it like normal people do it? Surely, not everyone is tied up and flogged. Not everyone is made to crawl around. What am I doing wrong that he's not happy with me? Why must there be someone else with us?'

Hermione struggled to lay still as she considered her thoughts, she fought the feeling both males were giving her, for the first time truly trying to stop her body from responding to them. She felt both angry and sad as thoughts flashed through her mind, angry; hateful thoughts of betrayal and hurt, of perpetual worry and fear. Sucking noises and loud breathing was the only thing breaking the silence hanging in the room until Hermione roughly shoved Kreacher's head away from her, making him squeak in surprise, and dug her heals into the couch, pushing hard so that she slid away from Sirius. She lay on her back, her eyes closed, struggling for breath as she felt the sensations of orgasm ebb away. She began to cry, in anger, frustration, sadness. 'Why did I do that? Now it's throbbing and it hurts! And they'll be so mad at me! Oh, how stupid! It doesn't matter what I want! He'll get his way no matter what!'

“Stop it!” Sirius barked the order, startling her out of her tears. He couldn't believe she had shoved Kreacher away from her like she did, his hand on the elf's shoulder being the only thing keeping Kreacher from punishing her right then. He didn't have time for her to be acting like this, he needed her to be in an amorous mood, not tearful from punishment. But yet, here she was, tearful anyway.

“Don't make me punish you, Hermione. Weren't you just enjoying the hell out of what we were doing to you?” He waited a moment. “Well?”

Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes, her lower lip trembling. “Yes,” came her diminutive reply.

Sirius' voice softened. “Then think about how good it will feel with Remus. He's a gentle man, he'll work hard to make you feel good.” He brushed a few hairs out of her face, his thumb rubbing her cheekbone lightly.

Hermione sat, pouting, her eyes on her hands in her lap. Sirius grabbed her chin and pulled it so she was looking at him. “This is one of my fantasies, please don't ruin it. I have others, of course, but I've been wary of introducing you to them because of how you react to some of my more..... shall we say, creative endeavors.”

Hermione looked down guiltily, knowing he was right. She didn't relish some of the things he enjoyed, and he had kept true to his promise not to do some of the things he knew she truly disliked.

He was rubbing her cheek with his thumb, his other hand on her knee, also rubbing it with his thumb. “Some of my fantasies involve other people, some of these people you know, such as Remus. If I bring other people down here to use you in the future, you will cooperate or face the consequences. I shouldn't have to have this discussion with you again. Do you understand me?”

Hermione stared at Sirius. What was wrong with him? She thought he loved her! He was always saying he did, but then he does stuff like this! He has plans to share her with other people? Who? Gods, please not Moody! Merlin, she was being shared by Mistress Bella and now by Sirius?

Her eyes moved from Sirius to Master Kreacher who was watching the two of them quietly, knowing he'd punish her if she wasn't a good girl. Knowing he'd tell Mistress if she continued to misbehave.

“Y-y-yes, sir.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She didn't want to do anything sexual with Remus. Nothing at all sexual. But then, she wondered, did he want to? Was he coming down here because he already agreed to use her? Was Sirius making sure she didn't give Remus the wrong impression, that she was being forced into this? She felt tears running down her face again as she thought about what she'd have to do soon. 'It's only sex' indeed. Sex was supposed to be sacred between a man and woman, and yet everyone she knew didn't seem to feel that way. Were they not taught that as they were growing up? Maybe her thinking was wrong, maybe she was the one who was warped; after all, how much experience did she have when it came to sex? Just story book ideas of love and romance, maybe that wasn't what happened in real life.

“Good. This is my first chance to share you with Remus, don't you ruin any future rendezvous with him by making him feel you don't want him. I want to watch you doing him, see you sucking him off, and watch him sink his dick into you.” Sirius' eyes went out of focus as he thought about what he'd like to see, his hand absently going up to play with her breasts. “I wonder if he goes down? We've never discussed that shit before. I bet he'd like to watch me doing you as an Animagus.” His eyes slid towards the elf. “I've got to work Kreacher in somehow, too. And I bet he'd love to use you with Ginny, she'll be here tonight for Easter break, I've just got to convince him how harmless it will be to use her if we Obliviate her...”

She wiped her face off, noticing Kreacher watching her critically, a stern look on his face, his hand rubbing the front of his towel. She listened sadly to Sirius talk about using her like a child uses a toy, becoming alarmed when he mentioned Ginny. She swallowed several times as she looked up at Sirius through tear-soaked lashes, trying to keep up her courage, her heart feeling as if it was going to fail her in her fright.

“Master? I thought you loved me.” Her voice came out breathy, to Sirius' ears, her voice was full of sexual desire, but yet her words didn't match the voice she used.

Sirius looked shocked at her words. “Of course, I do. What makes you think I don't?”

“Be-be-because, because y-you....”

“Spit it out, Mudblood! We don't have all day!” She looked at Kreacher, seeing he had pulled his towel and and had his penis in his hand, stroking himself. “You're doing me before the Werewolf comes down, Mudblood. Oh, yes, you are.”

She turned to look up at Sirius, seeing him watch Kreacher, his own hand straying down to the bulge in his pants. The sexual charge was still there, between them, no matter how hard she fought it. She could feel the tingling between her legs again, feel her nipples getting hot as they hardened. She took in a deep breath, trying to fight her body as it tried to betray her mind, her true self.

“You share me with others. Ron, Ginny, now Remus. I'm shared by Mistress Bella and all those Death Eaters! So many of them! And the elves! And dogs!” She gave out a little cry as she mentioned the dogs, her voice hitching as she said the word. Her voice became louder with each word, more forceful, tears of anger running down her face. “You did this to me! You made my life like it is! You make me do these things, Sirius! And I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't!” She slammed her fists into his chest as she began to scream at him. “I don't! I don't want to do them! I don't! I don't! I want my mum! I want my dad! I want my old life back! I want to get out of here! I want to go away! I don't want this baby and I don't want you!”

Sirius was unprepared for the sudden ferocity of her flailing fists and kicking feet and was knocked over onto his back, Hermione on top of him screaming, kicking, scratching, biting, and fighting her hardest as he tried to restrain her. He saw that even Kreacher was unprepared for her emotional outburst and had backed away, watching with wide eyes. She seemed to have completely gone off the deep end, kicking and screaming incoherently, not making any more sense with her words. He feared she would hurt herself and the baby, and was trying to be strong enough to restrain her and yet gentle enough to keep from hurting her. He finally let go of her, shoving her off of him as he rolled over and grabbed his wand yelling, “Petrificus Totalus!” with his wand trained on her.

Instantly, there was silence in the room as her arms snapped against her body and her legs snapped together, her respirations coming in great whistling breaths through her nose due to her mouth being frozen shut. Sirius sat on his arse a few moments, taking in deep gulps of air, his body trembling from the adrenaline rush. He motioned for Kreacher to stay back when the elf began to go for her, reaching for her nipples while she was petrified. Sirius got on his knees, keeping his eyes on her as he slowly crawled over to her; her tearful, terrified eyes following him as he neared her.

“Hermione, I won't pretend to understand what just happened, but let's just say that I'm very unhappy with what you've just done. *I* make the decisions here, not you. I'm going to release you in a moment and you are not going to raise a hair towards me and you will not speak. Do you understand me? If you do, roll your eyes away from and then towards me.” He waited for Hermione to roll her eyes as instructed. “Good. Now, before I release you, I'm going to give you instructions, and you had better follow them. I want to share you with Remus, and I will if he's agreeable. We won't whip you or use the flogger on you. We won't swing you in the air. We'll do plain, old vanilla sex, no magic, nothing extra. We won't restrain you unless you force us to, do you understand?” Again, Hermione rolled her eyes back and forth, tears falling from them freely.

“I know you don't want to do this, but it's what I want. I do things for you, don't I? I'll give you your romance with flowers and candles and music if you give me what I want as well. I want to watch you fucking Remus, today. I may not get a chance to have him come here willingly and vulnerable again.” Sirius leaned down so he was directly over Hermione's face. “Do you understand me, I want to watch you suck and fuck Remus.”

Hermione rolled her eyes again, understanding perfectly. She so wanted him to release the spell, her muscles feeling sore already from their forced rigidity.

“Master, she needs punishment! Oh, yes, she does! She needs to be shown who is the boss down here!”

Sirius looked at Kreacher briefly, considering his words, then reached out and yanked her top down roughly, ripping the fabric, and began pulling on a nipple, twisting and rolling it in his fingers. “I think you have forgotten who makes the rules, young lady. Didn't I have to teach you who was boss last month? I do believe I did. But, I guess I was too nice and it didn't sink in.” He leaned over and sucked on her, going from one nipple to the other. “Remus can wait awhile, we need to teach you a lesson before we go any further. I don't want to hurt you, hon, but that seems to be the only way to make you follow orders. And, right now, it's important you do what I say so I can get what I want.” He looked at her sadly. “You won't be whipped anymore, I'll promise you that. But there are other methods of punishing you, if you will recall.”

Hermione's eyes widened in fear. She desperately struggled to move any muscle at all, trying make a sound, anything to keep him from hurting her. 'Oh my god! What's he going to do to me?'

“Kreacher?” Sirius pulled back from her, gesturing for Kreacher to take his place. “Enjoy yourself.”

“With pleasure, Master. Wish pleasure.” Kreacher came forward and grabbed her nipples, pulling on them and twisting them hard. Tears poured out of Hermione's eyes as she struggled to breath, her nose slowly filling with mucous until she began to turn blue. Sirius stuck his wand up each side of her nose, none too gently, whispering a spell to clear her nasal passages, allowing Kreacher to continue.

“Master, it's more fun when I can make her follow me.”

“No, no, not yet. She needs to realize she has absolutely no power against us. You can't move, can you, Kitten? You can't move to push Kreacher away, can you? Or me.” He reached down and grabbed a nipple, giving it a vicious tweak. “We are both your Masters, and when Remus comes down, he'll be your Master as well. And he'll be allowed to come down anytime he wants, with or without me. You'll receive a bite mark from him, to remind you he's your Master. I think he'll put it,” Sirius grabbed her left tit and pulled it up, “right under here. What do you say, Kreacher?”

Kreacher smiled toothily, “I think it's a perfect spot, Master.” Kreacher looked at his Master with reverence. He had him back to the way he wanted him, finally - he wouldn't have to endure watching any more silly little love scenes between his Master and that whore anymore. All he had to do was keep Master in this mood, this mode of thinking, and the rest of the day would be a day to remember fondly.

“I thought so, too. Kreacher, if you would continue.” Sirius sat on the couch, watching as Kreacher mauled Hermione's breasts while he pulled his dick out and began to masturbate. Kreacher came over to him and began to lick him, taking his erection in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down as Sirius put his head back, giving a few moans as he was pleasured. “See..... Kitten? You could...... be..... mmmph......doing this....... ahhhh..... instead of....... laying there.......... being........ mmmmph........ punished..... Fuck! I'm cumming, Kreacher, fuck! You're so fucking good! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Hermione's eyes widened as she watched Kreacher pleasuring Sirius, Sirius' hand coming down and pushing on Kreacher's head, making him go faster until he came. Kreacher then licked his Master clean as Sirius jumped and twitched each time the elf's tongue came in contact with his oversensitive cock. Finally, Kreacher went back to Hermione, hovering over her.

“You're a bad Sex Slave! You're never allowed to refuse your Masters! Sex slaves never, ever refuse!” Kreacher grabbed her nipples again, twisting them hard, his dick bobbing between his outstretched arms. “Master, I want the Sex Slave to have nipple rings!”

“All right, Kreacher, whatever you want. Get them put in as soon as you want.”

“Thank-you, Master! Thank-you!”

“Kreacher, do her nipples look like bright, little cherries yet?”

“Almost, Master, a few more minutes!” Kreacher worked on her, grabbing her breasts with bruising strength, pulling and twisting her nipples, mashing her tits as hard as he could before sucking her nipples into his mouth.

Kreacher climbed onto her chest, shoving his dick between her tits, squeezing them tightly. In short order, she received yet another Pearl Necklace from him. He climbed off of her and continued tormenting her with her nipples, humming to himself happily.

“Master, there's another punishment I could do to her, one that's a bit messy.”

“What's that, Kreacher?”

“You know how you do those showers on her?”

“Golden Showers?”

“Yes. This is from the other end.”

Sirius crinkled up his nose. “You do that to her? Shit on her?” He closed his eyes and tried to picture that. While he found Golden Showers erotic, he did not find shit to be. “No, Kreacher, I'm not into that.” He paused as he looked between the girl and elf. “Does she allow you to do that to her?”

“She has no choice, does she, Master?”

Sirius nodded, a look of grudging acceptance on his face. “You've got a point. Maybe someday I'll watch you do that to her, but not now.” He watched as Kreacher slapped her nice, big, juicy tits; watching them jiggle nicely. 'She'll learn not to refuse me. She'll learn.' He watched Kreacher pulling her nipples, wondering why he enjoyed doing that so much. Personally, he thought it more fun to play with her tits during sex and not as punishment, but, he knew it was effective at making her cow down to their wishes. He cocked his head a little to the side as he considered what was being done to his Kitten - it was a great deal more satisfying to make her do things to him sexually than to do this, but he had tried that before and here she was, having the nerve to raise a fist to him, to have the audacity to attack him. No, she had to be taught a lesson, and she had to be taught before Remus was brought down.

Hermione, completely unable to move, cried with the pain, wishing she was dead. Wishing, for the first time, that Sirius was dead. He was the reason for her misery, and she wished him dead. She hurt so bad and didn't even have the satisfaction of writhing with the pain due to the spell. She wished she had just said 'yes' now, knowing it wouldn't last forever. But yet, that little voice that had been building in her was screaming, 'No!' at her, 'No! Don't let them do this to you! Fight! What happened to the fight in you?' She no longer knew how to feel, wanting to take the easy way out so that they'd stop hurting her, just as she had done before; and yet wanting to fight.

“Okay, I think that's enough, Kreacher.” Kreacher gave her a few more sucks before pulling away, giving her one last nasty tweak and yank.

She saw through her tears that Sirius was once again sitting on the floor next to her. He shoved his wand up her nose again and cleaned her sinuses. 'What a strange feeling that is' was all she could think as he pulled his wand out.

“Yes, you did a good job, Kreacher.” Sirius pulled on her tender nipples some more. “Great job. Damn, Kreacher, I really did miss this! After Remus leaves, we'll give her a good spanking, like we used to do. We haven't done that together in a while.”

“Yes, Master. Thank-you!”

Sirius' eyes turned to Hermione's. “If you're a good girl, that's all you'll get, a spanking. If you're a really good girl, I'll insert a vibrator. Do you understand?”

Hesitantly, Hermione rolled her eyes back and forth. She couldn't believe it! He was back to the way he used to be! She thought he cared about her! What happened? All because she fought back? Because she didn't want to have sex with Remus? Because she would ruin his precious fantasy? What about her? What about her wants and needs? For the millionth time, she wished she hadn't shared those cherries with him that day so long ago. If he had continued to be romantic like that, she could live somewhat happily with him. But, the way he was now? No, no way. Why did he have these mood swings? Going from kind, understanding, and loving to angry, abusive, and volatile? She never knew how he'd be, and she was tired of it – tired of being afraid, tired of being worried, just plain tired of being tired. And she knew all the worries and fears would get worse after the baby was born, she just didn't know how she would continue going on.

“Good.” He summoned his Healing Paste, thinking that he hadn't had to use it on her for quite a while. He rubbed the paste into her breasts. “If I wasn't planning to use you to entertain Remus, I'd leave you like this until tomorrow morning, just to let our message sink in.”

Sirius stood up, spelled the paste away, then pointed his wand at her, releasing the paralyzing spell wordlessly. He could see her body relax instantly as the spell left her body, then she immediately turned onto her side as she regained use of her muscles, beginning to sob loudly. He bent down and grabbed her shoulder, trying to turn her onto her back. “Turn over, now!”

Still sobbing, Hermione turned onto her back, her head turned away from him. He pushed aside her ripped baby-doll negligee and inspected her belly, his hand running over the taut skin as he felt for the baby, frowning because he knew the baby didn't move much anymore and yet her belly was alive with motion. “Hermione, I swear, if you hurt the baby, I'll be so pissed-off.”

She didn't know why, but that inner voice suddenly won out when he finished speaking. Hermione's eyes turned to look at him, no more tears falling from them. “So?”

He pulled back from her as if hit by a stinging hex. A moment later, he recovered and hissed at her, “What? What did you say?”

She sat up slowly, then looked at him as she dried her tears with her hands and pushed her hair out of her face. She lowered her head as she sniffled a few times and took in a few involuntary deep sighs before looking back up at him, a look of pure anger and hate on her face making Sirius pull back even further, his eyes widening with shock. “I said, 'So?'. What are you going to do to me, Sirius, put a wet pillowcase over my head? You want me to get one? I've got a few dozen hidden around here. Just be sure you don't take it off after I pass out, keep it on until you do the job right.”

“What the fuck?” Sirius' voice was incredulous, barely above a whisper. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He never expected her to react like this, for her face to look to hateful.

“As for the baby, it's Ron's, I'm surprised you act as if you care about it. You force him to do things to me and then you're sorry the baby isn't yours? It's just God's punishment coming down on you, Sirius. I won't call you 'Master' anymore. You aren't my 'Master'. No-one is. Not you, and not that ugly, green, little piece of shit you call an elf!”

Hermione got up from the floor, walked over to him, and slapped him as hard as she could. Sirius recoiled from the slap but did not retaliate, he merely stood there with a look of shock on his face, his respirations coming fast and shallow, his face pale. Hermione stared at Sirius a moment, then turned around and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip:

Enervated:
http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/enervated
That's the reason why JKR changed the spell 'enervate' to renervate'.

Important dates from books:
April 7, 1996 is Easter
http://users.chariot.net.au/~gmarts/eastcalc.htm
Nothing important on that date, really. Except that the students will be coming to Grimmauld place for Easter break.
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When Sirius asked, “he, by any stroke of luck, weasel this conversation to his own means?” I'm sure most of you yelled, “Yes!” Things didn't turn out the way he expected though, did they?
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Discovered this site:
http://www.visualthesaurus.com/landing/?word=unknown&lang=en&ad=ddc.cherry
Thought it fun.
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HP Spell information:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spells_in_Harry_Potter
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A few websites I like that are not HP related:
http://www.sciencedaily.com/
http://www.eriswerks.org/steal.html
I've won a few of the wallpaper contests that are conducted on the wallpaper newsgroup:
http://ww-wallpaper.org/

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