Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 14,526
Chapter 22 Edit Date: 02/22/2009
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roxie – I sort of answered your question. Yes, I've been building up for Hermione to fight back. Having been in an abusive relationship myself, I can tell you it takes a while to get up the nerve to fight back when you've been beaten down. I hope to deal with her emotional issues over all that in a later chapter, it truly is difficult to stand up to someone when you've been afraid of them for so long. As to your question of whether it was the last straw or what, Remus is a good friend and Sirius is kind of asking her to step over a line she does not want to go over – Bella et al are a do or die type of situation, she has no emotional attachment to any of the people she is forced to do. Why would Sirius want to share her with a guy he was jealous of? First, if he had his way and Snape raped her like he daydreams, she would reject him as a lover and go to Sirius for emotional support, that way, he wouldn't have to worry about Snape winning her over with his superior intellect (we all know his looks won't be a deciding factor) and taking her from him. Of course, Sirius doesn't realize that he is as intelligent as Snape (Snape, as a youth, was insecure whereas Sirius was not, so, during that Snape memory that Harry sees in canon, it seems that Sirius is more intelligent and Severus is struggling, but my interpretation is just that Sirius isn't bogged down with insecurities and a *need* to do well like Severus is). Sirius' big flaw is being overly emotional and immature for his age. Second, the thought of, as he put it in a previous chapter, the 'big bad Death Eater taking the Mudblood forcefully' is appealing to him just due to the representation of the act – good vs. evil, strong over weak, etc.
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WesleyY7 – thanks for the further review on chap 20 and for the confetti – nice amount of hits, but I wonder how many people have actually read the whole thing; I'm sure quite a few got turned off with some of the sexual stuff. Not too many people give reviews so it's hard to judge. As to the cherries theme for the chapter titles, I tried hard to keep it going but how many times can you add the same word into a short title? I finally gave up the ghost with that idea but I do keep sprinkling the word cherry throughout the story. You'll see in this chapter how Kreacher continues to work on people, even going outside of the dream state to influence his victims. FYI, no worries about Remus taking Hermione as a wolf – he'd kill her in that state, the werewolf sex concept is too OOC, even for this story. Why wouldn't Snape be eager at the thought of taking Hermione? First, he loves Lily and is screwed up enough himself at not wanting to betray the memory of a woman who got married to another man and had his kid – I'd be like “screw you, bitch” and get married myself; but in canon, Snape is true to her (making me think he's actually a virgin in canon but I don't want him to be so in this story). His love reminds me of Scarlett O'Hara's in Gone With The Wind – she had something good going with Rhett and didn't know it because she was screwed up in the head. I also have him musing as to the pros and cons of having to use Hermione if Bella decides to share her with him, just to show another reason why he'd be less than enthused to use her. We also had the impression he didn't like her in the books, but we never know what his true feelings are about her, do we? However, I think he wouldn't let himself like another woman because of his love for Lily, so that is how he'll be in this story (minus him being a virgin). Hehehehehe on the *twist* of people finding out about Hermione, what will happen with this knowledge? *giggles* on your Elfin Night School major! Yes on the Remus pointing out the flaws in Sirius' logic! It's a shame Sirius isn't listening, or isn't able to. You will have to see what happens once Remus is in the basement with Hermione, now won't you? *evil grin* And, you didn't notice Kreacher never calls anyone by their name, that they are all by some sort of title? Oh my, if he respects them, such as Bella, they get a respectful title – Mistress or Mistress Bellatrix; if he dislikes them they get a title describing them by a certain characteristic – 'the Wolf' for Remus, 'the Slave' for Hermione, 'Weasley bitch' for Molly, 'Potions Master' for Snape, etc.
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soniab – I do apologize for the ending of that chapter – I believe that's my first true cliff hanger, isn't it? *smile* Unfortunately, this chapter has a cliff hanger as well so I apologize in advance. Oh, and the next chapter has a cliffie, too...
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Chapter 22 - Insanity Comes and Goes and Stays

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Story Date: April 7, 1996 (part 2 of 3)

He stared at the door for a few minutes, thinking about what had just happened. Hermione had just turned her back on him after yelling at and slapping him while wearing the negligee he had practically ripped off of her, her whole front bared, showing her belly with its pale coffee-colored vertical line disappearing into her privates, her dark rose-brown nipples, now turned bright pink from Kreacher's torment, swaying through the air as her breasts swung about heavily. In her anger, she had slammed the door behind her and he could now hear her crying behind it.

He'd never seen anything so hot in all his life.

Remus had asked whether she was completely broken or if she was 'the same Hermione we all know and love'. He guessed that a little of the old Hermione was still there, fighting to come out. His brow furrowed; while he liked the vivacious Hermione of old, he wasn't sure having the old Hermione was a good thing – she might try to escape, she was certainly intelligent enough to eventually think of a way out. He wasn't sure how she'd escape though when he couldn't figure a way to get her out himself. He knew she couldn't tunnel her way out, or scrape a hole through the walls, there were no windows, and the room was soundproof. She couldn't Disapparate out, couldn't be ported out, couldn't even walk out now that Kreacher had modified the spells on the door, so he wasn't sure how she'd escape, but he had no doubt she would if she could. He was sure there was a way to get her out, he just hadn't thought of it yet.

Having a fighting Hermione, he thought, one who stuck up for herself, was worrisome. Firstly, she might do this with Bella and be killed; he doubted very much if she would ever have gotten to the point of slapping Bella, and, if she had, she would have regretted it most terribly before she received a terminal dose of green light. Secondly, she might decide to get some backbone when he was entertaining a fantasy and he might hurt her in the heat of the moment. Thirdly, she might ruin a fantasy of his, like she was doing now, by fighting him at a most inopportune time or might turn someone off to her if he was entertaining them while using her.

No, he couldn't have this, even if it was amusing. He'd have a very frank discussion with her, carry on as planned with Remus, and then punish her once Remus was gone and before she was taken by Kreacher for her daily visit to Bella's. He snorted; just visiting Bella should be punishment enough, but that was something she somehow dealt with on a daily basis. His brow furrowed. 'No, no, she'll have to be punished separately for this transgression, punished enough that she'll be afraid to do it again. I just cannot have her acting so independent, it just won't do.' Feeling harried, Sirius slumped his shoulders. 'I hate having to punish her, yet it was cool watching Kreacher doing her tits like he was. Sure made me hard watching, but why? Why?'

Sirius saw that Kreacher was already at the door, but he called him away from it; the elf complied reluctantly. Sirius was glad that even though the elf had the upper hand on him, he still treated Sirius as his Master and followed most of his orders as he had been trained to do since birth – some training was just so ingrained it was hard to stop doing automatically.

Sirius walked over to the door, rubbing his face where her hand had made contact, and went to turn the handle. It was locked. He chuckled as he looked at his wand. Oh well, if she wanted to play hard to get.....

“Hermione? Open the door, hon.” He rattled the handle for good measure.

“No! Leave me alone!” She screamed as loud as she could, he heard something thud against the door and figured it was a bar of soap, judging from the sound of it. Then he heard a barrage of soap bars hitting the door, making him chortle briefly in amusement as his hand took in the door's vibrations.

Sirius sighed as he stepped back from the door. Remus was still waiting upstairs and here he was with Hermione locked in the bathroom having a temper-tantrum. He'd have to fix this situation, and soon – hopefully with a pleasant outcome so things could move along nicely.

“Kreacher, go upstairs and tell Remus Hermione is showering and that I'll call for you to bring him down in a few minutes, okay?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Kreacher.”

Kreacher stood a moment, waiting for Sirius.

Sirius looked at the elf with troubled eyes, he felt a headache coming on and he was beginning to worry he wouldn't enjoy his long awaited fantasy once Remus was brought. “Uh, when we spank her tonight, it's a cum-spank, got it?”

“Yes, Master.” Kreacher didn't sound so pleased. He felt she deserved punishment. Big time. A moment later, he smiled as he thought that there was always later on today when he took her to see Mistress.

“For now. We'll see how she does when Remus gets down here. That cum-spank may change. But, either way, you'll get to enjoy yourself with her, Okay? We both will. Together, like we used to.”

“Yes, Master, I'll be looking forward to it. Oh, yes, I will.” Kreacher rubbed himself through his towel, a glint in his eye.

“Oh, uh, that reminds me. Thanks, uh, for doing me back there, that felt great, it really did. I needed it after she went berserk like she did.”

Kreacher bowed low. “I'm glad to have pleasured you, Master.”

“All right. Well, uh, go talk to Remus. I'll call for you when I get her sorted out.”

Kreacher's voice changed, becoming low and more melodic. “She needs more punishment, Master. You are letting her off far too easy.”

Sirius suddenly felt unsure of himself, of the whole situation. He had been working so hard to create an almost homey atmosphere for Hermione's benefit, especially now with the baby coming, and in less than a half hour, all he had done was ruined. The feeling was now as if they were back to the first few weeks after he had taken her, and for some reason, it didn't feel wrong even though he knew it should. Deep down, he knew what was happening in the here and now should feel wrong, but yet everything felt very, very right.

And he knew he wasn't as disturbed by that realization as he should have been. He shook his head slightly, trying to think straight, trying to make sense of everything because he knew he should feel different. He knew he should.

“I, I don't know. I mean, I got off watching you...... torment her, but I know I shouldn't have.” His eyes glazed over as he verbalized his thoughts, his mind's eye on Kreacher punishing Hermione. “I'm not a bad guy, not really, but yet, but yet, I liked watching you hurt her. How could that be? What the fuck is wrong with me? I, I don't know, Kreacher.” Sirius rubbed his stubble, then scratched at it. His voice becoming a mellow whisper as he mused, his face thoughtful. “We'll see. I don't like hurting her, but yet......... I liked..... watching..... you do it. Strange that that would give me a boner. I could have fucked her right then and there, while you were doing that to her.” Sirius shook his head sharply, trying to shake the dreamy feeling that had come over him. “Fuck, fuck no. What am I saying? What the hell is wrong with me? I don't want her hurt, damn it, I really don't. I don't. I do not. I'm not like that. I'm not like my father, I'm not.”

Sirius looked at Kreacher closely and wondered if what Remus had insinuated was right. Was he under a spell? Some sort of elfin Imperius? He turned to look at the door and listened to Hermione's sniffling, knowing she was fearful of him, of what he'd do. Did he really want to cause her so much pain and fear? Forcing himself to be introspective, he had to admit that sometimes, deep down, he did, and that disturbed him greatly. His parents were like that, for years he denied he was anything like them, and yet, here he was, acting like them. Was it the house? Maybe there was a Black family curse upon it that he didn't know about, one that affected the descendants of the Blacks, making them all cruel and ruthless. Was he turning into his father?

“Whatever you say, Master. But, you need to be true to yourself. I will keep your secrets for you, no matter what they are. No matter what you do to the girl. You can be true with me, Master.”

Sirius looked at the elf, puzzled. “What, what do you mean?”

“I mean, Master, no matter what you do to her, or allow me to do, no one else will know. You don't have to worry about your conscience around me.” Kreacher's voice remained unusually sweet-sounding, tuneful; it's dulcet tone working to make the man before him relax and feel his words instead of react to them. “Your friends will never know, unless you tell them or share her with them. You already know how I feel about the Mudblood and you know what I enjoy doing to her. Why feel shame if you like what I like?”

Sirius stared at Kreacher, listening to the inflection of the elf's voice, somehow feeling like he was floating along with it. “It's, it's not shame, Kreacher. It's just, it's just not right.”

“She gets over it, you heal her. She should be grateful you do that for her. The Slave doesn't know all that you do for her, all of your sacrifices, sacrifices you have made for a Mudblood Sex Slave such as she.” Again, Kreacher's voice sounded musically oily; somehow sinister, but yet beautifully mellifluous, and Sirius found himself helpless to fight it. “What matters is that you have a good time, a truly good time, to make up for all those lost years while you wasted away in Azkaban.”

“All those years....” Sirius whispered bleakly as he put his head against the door, his body sagging forward slightly as he considered his life while in Azkaban - his constant struggle to stay somewhat sane, his lost hopes, his lost youth.

“Think of who you may have met, Master, if you were never there, imprisoned for a crime you didn't commit.” Kreacher took care to keep his voice honeyed and harmoniously euphonious, but yet with an artful bite of irony as he maliciously and avariciously continued to deliver his ruinous message. “You might even be a father by now, married to a beautiful Pure-blood, and she would be producing heirs for you, legal heirs you would be proud to call your own. But, you are...... reduced...... to fucking a Mudblood who isn't even carrying your child.” Kreacher paused for effect. “How ungrateful of her is that, Master? Truly?”

Sirius felt as if Kreacher's words suddenly made sense, his words coinciding perfectly with Sirius' own thoughts as he contemplated, once again, what his life could have been versus what it was. “Yeah, yeah, your right, my life could have been so much better! I'd have a brilliant career at the Ministry, I'd have a really nice home life, I'd be able to go out when I want.” He paused as he reflected upon his inner feelings. “I wonder who I'd be married to if fucking Pettigrew hadn't betrayed us. I wonder if James and Lily would still be alive. Would we all have kids and visit each other like, like...” His voice trailed off, becoming dolorously wistful, sadly unable to finish verbalizing his thoughts.

Kreacher's voice was now a hissed whisper. “Yes, Master. You do deserve so much more. It's a shame, how you must settle for less.” His eyes looked pointedly at the strong wooden door, behind which Hermione was hidden. “Oh, yes, it is.”

“She's, she's... I'm not settling for less, I'm not. She's every, everything I could ever, ever, imagine..... in a woman. She's, she's sweet, lovely...... I wanted her, Kreacher, I wanted her enough to take her.”

“She's a good fuck, Master. Nothing more. She is not a life-mate for you, she is your paramour. Remember the day of the cherries, remember your attraction to her body, you were only thinking of how you could use her body, not her mind.”

Dreamily, Sirius shook his head slowly, obviously having difficulty forming his thoughts. “No, no, she's, you don't understand, she's...”

“Her body is what you want, Master. Oh, yes, it is. She excites you, and she belongs to you, you claimed her as your own, she is your property.” Kreacher leaned forward, his hand on Sirius' arm as he whispered conspiratorially, “You have your fantasies, and she is not fulfilling her role to help you realize them.” He paused, his voice changing to one with a stern undertone, though it remained evilly melodic. “She is your sex slave, and she must learn she is here for you to use in any way you wish. And she will learn, if you are firm with her.” He reached up to stroke Sirius through his pants, Sirius' hand coming down to rest on the elf's hand as he listened to the elf's beguilingly affable whispering in an almost trance-like state. “Truly, she is being a bad slave, causing you this unpleasant feeling of disharmony.” He looked up at Sirius, a look of sadness on his face. “She should be trying to make you feel happy and content, but she is not. She knows what you have been through, she knows she should cater to you, but she does not.” Kreacher nodded his head towards the door. “You must make her see reason or she will ruin all of your fantasies. You have already changed to try and accommodate her when, in truth, she should be trying her best to please you.” His hand squeezed Sirius slightly as he continued to rub the man's erection. “Truly, she is ungrateful of your generosity.”

Eyes closed as he listened to Kreacher, his blood throbbing in his privates as the elf manipulated him expertly, Sirius rubbed the door with his hand as he considered the elf's words, words that seemed so full of wisdom, that seemed so, so right. He kicked the door softly with his foot. “Hermione! Open the door.” His voice was one of forced calm.

Kreacher smiled, then disappeared with a pop.

“Hermione, I said, open the door.”

“No!”

He took in a deep breath. “Hermione, think about it a moment, Kitten. I've got my wand and you don't. Now open the door.”

“No! Just go away! I hate you! Go away!”

“Hermione, I'm beginning to lose my patience. You know what the rules are, you know who's in charge, so why are you fighting it? Besides, this'll be fun, why are you taking it so seriously? All I want is to watch you fuck Remus. I see no difference between Kreacher or Remus or any other man when it comes to this.”

More soap hit the door and he could hear her sniffling go back to a soft, desperate crying.

“I admit I got a little over the top with the punishment thing, but you surprised me when you came at me with your fists. And that, my dear, you will never do again. If you had listened to me and done what I wanted, you wouldn't have had to be punished, now isn't that so? And, I healed you, you don't hurt anymore, do you? Now, come on, come out so we can have some fun.” He rattled the door handle again.

“Fuck you! I hate you! You're a nasty, old pervert!”

Sirius stood straight, angry. How dare she say that to him! He wasn't old and he certainly wasn't a fucking pervert!

“Kitten, step back from the door so you don't get hurt. I'm going to count to three, when I get to three I'm opening the door.” He paused a moment, giving her time to get away from the door. “One. Two. Three!”

Sirius felt immediate release of his emotions as he stepped back and kicked in the door, Hermione giving out a strangled scream as the door crashed inward.

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Kreacher popped into his Master's bedroom, noting that the Werewolf had not moved from his chair. Remus stood when he noticed Kreacher, his quiet gaze looking for Sirius.

“My Master states the Mudblood is taking a shower. He'll call when she is presentable.”

Remus froze when Kreacher used the term 'Mudblood'. “Does Sirius allow you to use that term, Kreacher?”

“What term?”

“Mudblood.”

Kreacher circled around the Werewolf, eyeing him with distaste. He didn't know why his Master considered the Wolf his best friend. “That's what she is, isn't she?”

Remus shook his head slowly, his voice remaining aloof. “No, Kreacher. She's Muggleborn.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Kreacher replied nonchalantly, “She's dirty blood. A filthy Mudblood, is what she is.”

Remus decided it was useless to argue, the elf having far more years than he was alive with his Pure-blood beliefs. He shook his head and sat back down, his eyes looking out the window once again. It was a nice day, the sky bright and cloudless.

“You are going to see the Mudblood.” It was a statement rather than a question.

Remus turned to look at Kreacher. “Yes, that is my intent.”

Kreacher studied Remus a moment. “Is that all?”

Remus bristled at Kreacher's 'knowing' tone. “Of course.”

“She'll be happier if you do more than see her. She needs affection. She craves affection.” Kreacher smiled widely, he had been teaching the Wolf since the girl had been taken and found that he was tougher to manipulate than his Master, not taking to his teaching very well at all. He was hoping that the Wolf being here now meant he was ready to play. Kreacher thought that perhaps using the direct approach would be the way to go at this point; the gentle persuasion he used on his Master not having the effect the elf desired with the Wolf.

“And Sirius doesn't give her any?”

“Oh, yes, yes, he does. But she needs more. She wants more. MuuuuUUUUuuuuch more.”

“Why? Why would she 'need more', as you say?” 'Surly Kreacher isn't implying what I think he is.'

“She's lonely, Master is unable to visit her as often as she needs. You can fill that void. Oh, yes, you can.” Remus didn't like Kreacher's voice; he sensed the elf was trying to seduce him with his words, using a low-pitched, sing-song tone that was more annoying than soothing to him.

“I'll visit with her, she won't be so lonely.” Remus sat back in the chair, his eyes closed; his hand coming up so his thumb traced his lower lip, back and forth; as he mused. “She must be incredibly bored and starved for information, we'll discuss how things are going, I'll tell her about what her friends are doing, she'll...”

“Oh, she will want more than talk. Oh, yes, she will. She wants much more than talk, from you.” Kreacher's voice was insinuatingly irksome to Remus' ears.

Remus stared at the elf, his jaw dropping open in his surprise. 'Holy shit, the elf really is hinting that I do more to Hermione than talk with her. He's implying I begin a sexual relationship with her, just like Sirius did. Merlin, that poor girl doesn't have a chance, it's almost like she's been forced into a sex ring. But why would an elf want that?' “Kreacher, I don't know what Sirius told you, but I just want to see her for myself, as a friend, and nothing more. I want to make sure she is all right.”

Kreacher stared at Remus, his eyes not blinking. “That is what you say, but once you see her and you start,” the elf's eyes pointedly went to Remus' crotch, “pitching a tent with your pants, you'll realize your true desires.”

Remus couldn't believe what he was hearing the elf say. True, he was struggling with some irrational desires for the girl, ones a man his age shouldn't have for a young girl such as she, but how did Kreacher know this? “Tell me, Kreacher. Sirius has told me you are having..... relations..... with Hermione. But why? Why would you want to have.... sex.... with her? Wouldn't a female house elf be more alluring?”

Kreacher turned slightly, eyeing Remus over his shoulder. “For procreation, yes.”

“Then, why Hermione?” Remus paused a moment. “You don't touch Ginny, do you?”

Not wanting to lie, Kreacher skirted around the question, hoping the Wolf wouldn't catch on. “She's Pure-blood.”

“Oh, of course, of course. You feel superior to Hermione because she is, uh, a Mudblood, as you say.”

Nodding, Kreacher climbed onto Sirius' bed, making himself comfortable as he prepared to wait for his Master to call. “Of course. I am a Pure-blooded house elf. Pure-blood is always best.”

Remus sat in the chair facing Kreacher. “Why do you allow Sirius to have relations with her? Don't you worry she'll pollute the line?”

Again, Kreacher didn't fully answer the question. “He uses her, as I do.”

“He says he loves her.”

Kreacher laughed.

Crossing his leg, Remus raised a questioning brow. “You don't believe he loves her?”

“Of course not. He just fucks her, as I do. As we all do.” Kreacher inclined his head towards Remus. “As you will.”

Remus lowered his leg, shaking his head back and forth. “Kreacher, I...”

“You will. And you'll like it, I know you will.” Kreacher rubbed his dick through his towel, a suggestive look on his face. “She is a good fuck, a ver-r-r-ry good fuck.”

“Kreacher, Merlin, I can't believe you're telling me these things! I'm not going down there to have sex with Hermione! I have a girlfriend of my own, thank-you. And I find the thought of you with Hermione abhorrent, to say the least. I can't believe Sirius allows that.”

“You'd be amazed at what Master allows. You will see. Oh, yes, you will. You will use the girl and enjoy it, as Master does.” Kreacher gave another glance at Remus' crotch, making Remus feel uncomfortable enough that he lowered his hands to cover his privates while also crossing his legs. “You know you love fellatio, love watching having a girl's lips and tongue around your cock. And you know your 'girlfriend' doesn't like to perform for you, does she?.” Kreacher emphasized the word 'girlfriend' as if it were a dirty word, his face screwing up as he did so.

Sitting bolt upright while slamming his leg down to the floor, Remus exclaimed, “What?! How? How do you know what 'Dora, what she doesn't...” Remus was so flustered he couldn't finish his sentence. He sat back and turned to look out the window, his mind reeling with the thought that the elf knew something so intimate about himself. Realizing that Kreacher knew details about the bed he shared with Tonks shook him completely; he incredulously grasped the nauseating fact that Kreacher had to be watching them while they made love. His face changed from shock to disgust, then anger, as he turned once again to look at the elf before him.

Kreacher was fixing such an utterly flagitious look upon Remus that his hair rose on the back of his neck. He began to think that perhaps he was in way over his head with this. He had no idea his friend and his house elf were so in league with each other, in that way. How could Hermione ever hope to overcome the two of them together? How would he?

Kreacher leaned forward, his voice lowering even more, forcing Remus to strain in order to hear his words. “Remember your dreams, Wolf. The girl wants you. She'll do anything you want. She'll do what your Metamorphmagi won't. The girl will be your own personal sex slave. She won't refuse you anything. Oh, no, she won't.” Kreacher sat up straight, his voice becoming bold. “Remember your dreams.”

“How, how do you know about my dreams?” Remus was again so startled by the elf's words that he couldn't think straight. How the hell did the elf know he was dreaming of Hermione? How did Kreacher know about his particular sexual preferences? Was his spell one that directed your dreams? He thought about his dreams of Hermione, how Kreacher's voice would be heard in the background, talking, telling them what to do, praising them; and the full extent of the problem he faced crashed down upon him. “My God. Oh my fucking God.”

“She was a slut upstairs, was she not? Wearing the bra's so her nipples stuck out. I saw you looking at them, licking your lips. You wanted her, I know you did. You could smell her arousal, couldn't you? That Wolf sense of smell is useful, is it not? And your dick would get hard when she was near, wouldn't it?” Kreacher noted Remus' growing alarm as he described Remus' guilt-ridden reaction to the girl all those months ago. “I know it did, I saw the bulge when I was under the table, I watched your hand rubbing it before you would go to your room to relieve yourself, her name on your lips.”

Remus' eyes opened even wider when Kreacher said this, making him fear the elf had watched him as he jacked-off, knowing that that was the only way the elf could know his whisperings as his cum shot onto his hand. “Think about her sucking you off, think about her warm lips encircling your cock, your nice hard cock that you want to see her lovely, pink, full lips around. She'll unzip those pants of yours and you'll be able to ram your dick down her throat, just like you've been dreaming about.”

Remus shot up out of the chair, his body crouched, ready to fight, pulling his wand as he stood and began to back away from the elf, going for the door. He saw Kreacher's hand begin to come up and he reflexively sent a non-verbal stunning spell, missing the elf by centimeters. Kreacher shot a red jet of light towards Remus who ducked just in time, sending another stunner towards the elf without thought, forcing the elf to jump out of the way before he was hit. Kreacher fixed Remus with a contemptuously enraged glare before disappearing with a pop.

Remus wasted no time and ran for the door, keeping on eye on the room with his wand raised and blindly grabbing for the handle with his other hand. With alarm, he found that the door wouldn't open. He turned to blast it away, then heard a pop followed by Sirius' voice behind him.

“Stupefy!”

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“No! No! Go away! Go awahahahahay! Please!”

Hermione kept screaming at an advancing Sirius, her arms holding a towel around her as she cried hysterically, her back against the wall. Her eyes darted back and forth, panic near complete as she tried to find a way to flee from him.

Sirius' anger melted at the frantic sight of her, seeing her terror of him. That was one thing he didn't want her to be - terrified of him. So terrified she couldn't move, couldn't think. He swallowed, then backed away from her a little as he tucked his wand away, his hands up in the air to show he was weaponless.

“Hermione, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.”

“Yes you will! Yes you will! You're going to hurt me with Kreacher! Yes you will!” Her shrieking was so high-pitched it echoed and bounced off of the bathroom tiles, hurting his ears; for a moment he thought the mirror would shatter if her panic-stricken screams continued.

Sirius took in a deep breath, doing his best to keep himself calm so he could help her quiet down. 'Fuck, I did it again. I fucked up and totally freaked her out.' He knew he had gone too far by punishing her as he had done, or rather, as Kreacher had done while he watched. He could have punished her in a far more pleasant manner that would have ended things satisfactorily, like the last time, when he made her straddle him, forcing her to kiss and service him until he was satisfied she had learned her lesson. He could have punished her later if he really needed to, after they were done using her with Remus. 'Crap, why the fuck do I do that? Instead of looking at the big picture, I go off half-cocked and ruin everything. I just got so angry and felt the need to hurt her. I swear I'm going fucking crazy. I deserved more than a slap, I really did. I should have just Imperiused her, it would have made everything so much easier instead of trying to talk her into doing him of her own free will.' Sirius looked at her critically. 'Maybe I'll have to Imperius her anyway.'

“Hermione, calm down. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. I scared you and hurt you and I'm sorry. Please, baby, calm down.” He began walking towards her slowly, keeping his hands in full view.

“Please, please, don't hurt me. Please.” She cringed as he laid a hand on her arm, then slid down the wall until she was huddled on the floor. Sirius crouched down in front of her, then he went down on his knees so he had one on either side of her.

“I promise, I'm not going to hurt you right now. Come on, Hermione, come on. Shhhh, shhhh.” He pulled her up to him, his arms around her as she hugged herself, no longer crying but sniffling fearfully.

“Hermione, just do the things I want you to do. It'll be easier on the both of us.” He pushed his hand down between her arms so it rested on her belly. “I really do care about the baby, and I don't want it hurt, okay? You're so close to your due date, sweetie. You really don't want to go into premature labor, now do you?”

Hermione shook her head 'no' as she continued to squat on the floor; try as she might, she couldn't gain any comfort from Sirius' words or from his touch. He said he was sorry again but for how long? How long until he punished her again, or allowed Kreacher to? That was the first time he had used magic to freeze her like that, completely immobilizing her and then punishing her when she couldn't move. Oh, how helpless she had felt, not even having the choice, no matter how small, to defend herself. When she was chained to the bed she could at least move a little, even if it was just to react to the pain. She began crying again.

“I was so scared, Sirius! You hurt me! You hurt me and you let Kreacher hurt me! You always apologize and then you do it again! You petrified me and then you hurt me!”

Sirius didn't know what to say, he had done exactly as she said. There were no words to take away what he had done. But then again, had she done as she was told, he wouldn't have felt the need to punish her. He had gone overboard, true, but she didn't have to attack him like she did. And he always healed her if she was hurt, always.

“Hermione, I've told you before, just do as you're told and there won't be any problems, I don't understand your rebelliousness but it needs to stop. I guess it's part of being a teenager, I don't know, I guess it is. For some things, there's room for negotiation, for other things, there isn't. Do you understand?”

Slowly, reluctantly, Hermione nodded her head, not trusting her voice to speak.

“Now, the issue with Remus. That is not negotiable, at all. Do you understand?”

Again, Sirius felt Hermione nod, he also felt her slump down a little more as a tear splashed onto, then slowly trickled down his arm. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I know you have the Christian conceptualization of sex, I know you do. But I don't. I'm perfectly comfortable sharing you with others. I'm comfortable using others. I don't mind group sex. I wish you'd become comfortable with my concept of sex as well. Just because I watch you fuck other men does not mean I love you less. You gave me your virginity, that was important. To give a man your virginity means something. But, after that, sex is sex, babe. It's a physical activity, nothing more. Please understand that.”

Slowly, Hermione nodded. It was no use fighting him, one way or the other she was going to comply. 'All I want is a man who loves me and who wants me and only me. Why can't I have that? Why? What did I do wrong to deserve this? Wouldn't Mistress Bella be more deserving of this treatment? Oh, she'd probably enjoy it, what am I talking about?'

And, she began to laugh, the harder she tried to stop, the more she laughed. Tears fell from her eyes as she laughed. Sirius grabbed her by the arms and shook her, yelling into her face.

“Stop laughing! Stop it! Now!”

She continued to laugh. Then began to cry. Then laughed some more.

“Hermione! Stop it! Stop laughing! Stop it!” Sirius held her arm with one hand and slapped her with the other.

She continued to laugh and cry, alternating between the two.

Sirius slapped her twice more, then shook her again. And she continued to laugh. He stood up and backed away from her, not sure what to do as she continued to laugh, her finger now pointing at him as she cackled like a deranged old bat. He crouched down, staring at her as she slowly stopped and lowered her head onto the floor, then turned herself so she was lying on her side, her thumb going into her mouth as she curled her legs up.

She closed her eyes as her sudden moment of insanity ebbed away, leaving her feeling utterly empty, devoid of emotion. She sucked on her thumb, and, thinking about how her teeth were in the way, adjusted her tongue until she could suck without biting herself. 'Now, it just needs to be quiet, is all. Just nice and quiet. And warm. I want it to be warm, too.' She took in a deep sighing breath, much as an infant would after crying itself to sleep, and continued to contentedly suck her thumb.

Unexpectedly, she was deluged with frigid water and she screamed in surprise as her body spasmed from the cold. Strong hands grabbed her arms in a bruising grip, hauled her up off the floor, and shoved her against the wall. She became aware of a faraway voice, but was unable to make out the words as they seemed to echo and merge into a strange, pulsing, humming sound that thrummed in her head. She looked up, her blurry vision clearing, and she saw Sirius, his face only a few inches away. 'My, he does look angry, doesn't he?' She leaned forward and tried to kiss him, then laughed when he shoved her backwards again, his hands not loosening their iron grip on her arms.

'What the fuck? Did I push her too far? For crying out loud, it's not like she's never fucked before, and being with Bella should have cured her of any shyness she may have been harboring. Is it because I want her to do Remus? What difference would that make? How the fuck do I snap her out of this? Can I snap her out of it? Is she fucking insane? Did she go insane on me?' Holding her securely, Sirius shoved her into the shower, climbed in after her, fully clothed, then turned on the cold water. He held her under the spray as she screamed, clawed, and tried to kick him until she finally began to cry and cling onto him, all the fight effectively gone out of her. By the time he turned the water off, she had quieted down completely and simply stood silently as he pulled her out of the shower, water dripping into the puddle already there from when he threw a bucket of ice water on her.

“Hermione?”

She stood still, her eyes closed and head down, and tried to put her thumb back into her mouth - Sirius batted her hand away from her mouth repeatedly until she stopped raising it up. He grabbed her chin and pulled her face up so he could inspect it.

“Look at me. Hermione, look at me.” He shook her chin slightly as he spoke to her, his eyes scanning her face though he wasn't sure what he was looking for.

Hermione kept her eyes closed, she didn't squeeze them shut, she just kept them closed. 'I don't want to look at him. If I don't see him, maybe he'll go away.'

“Hermione, I said for you to look at me. Now.” Sirius' voice came out as a desperate, commanding, yet choked-out whisper.

For some reason, try as she might, she couldn't ignore his last directive. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at him. 'Gee, he looks like a drowned rat.' She brought her hands up and giggled into her fingers.

“Fuck, Hermione, stop that, you're scaring me.”

'I'm scaring him. Did you hear that? I'm scaring him.' More giggling.

“Hermione?”

She stared at him, her fingers over her smiling mouth, not replying.

“Hermione, answer me. Do you hear me?”

She nodded slightly, dropped her arms, then shouted at him unexpectedly, making him jump. “YES! I HEAR YOU!”

Sirius shoved her against the wall yelling back, “DON'T YELL AT ME!”

“I WILL IF I WANT TO!”

Slap!

Hermione held her cheek with her left hand, a look of surprise on her face.

Sirius spoke with gritted teeth. “You will NOT yell at me, young lady. You will NOT.”

Not sure of what she should do next, she simply stood there, holding her cheek with her hand, his hands holding her arms, pushing her firmly against the wall.

Sirius stared at her for a long time, the both of them breathing heavily from their exertions and emotions as he continued to hold her against the cold tile wall, their bodies calming down as the minutes ticked by until Sirius realized with a start that Hermione was shivering, her teeth chattering audibly. Exasperated, he told her, “Come on, hon, let's dry off. Your lips are turning blue.”

She looked at up him, confused by his demeanor. 'Now he cares if I'm cold? He let that hideous elf torment my boobies, to the point he had to use that paste, but now he cares if I'm cold?'

Sirius pointed his wand at her, himself, then at the floor, and the water evaporated instantly, leaving them dry and warm.

“Let's get some new clothes on you. Come on.” He pulled off the remnants of the pale lavender nightie she had been wearing, grabbed her hand, and guided her out of the bathroom, past the door hanging on its hinges that he repaired with a mumbled “Reparo” under his breath while lazily flicking his wand at it.

He walked with her to the armoire, opened its doors, and began to rummage through for something he felt was suitable. She watched as he backed up from the closet and stood, a dark green, long satin nightgown with matching bathrobe in his hands. “Green is Remus' favorite color,” he informed her.

Hermione meekly allowed him to put the nightgown over her head, her eyes remaining downcast. 'He really doesn't care that I don't want to do this, does he?' She put her arms up and allowed the gown to fall around her gracefully, then let him to put the bathrobe on without argument. Sirius grabbed her hand and walked her to the bed, then made her get into it, pulling the covers over her. He leaned over, his hands on the bed in front of her.

“We have a few things to discuss.” He hesitated a moment, looking at her. “Are you with me?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was flat as she stared at a picture hanging on the wall far behind him.

Sirius climbed into the bed, sitting next to her, his back against the headboard. He looked at her a moment, as she lay beneath the covers, then grabbed her arm and pulled until she got up onto her hands and knees. He scowled at her as he pointed to his lap, his eyebrows raised expectantly. Hermione pulled her nightgown up so it bunched around her thighs, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She sat quietly, her head down as her hands played with one of his shirt buttons. He watched her silently, his hands on her hips.

“Give me a kiss, Hermione.”

She wanted to be anywhere but there, knowing what he was going to make her do, knowing he'd make her do things over and over until he was sure she was sufficiently beaten down emotionally so that she'd think twice about fighting him again. And, she knew this was just the tip of the iceberg, she knew she'd have to deal with both Sirius and Kreacher later on – and *that* was something she truly dreaded. 'I don't want to kiss him! I don't want to! I don't! Oh, please, let this day be over with so I can go to sleep and pretend everything is okay, pretend my life is like it used to be! Let me have good dreams tonight, please! I just want to go away, I want my mum, I want my mum to hug me and tell me everything is all right! Oh, mum, I wish you could help me!' She stared at his shirt, her eyes unfocused, for a few moments as she continued to think about her mother before she leaned forward and gave him a peck on his lips, then pulled away.

He had watched her with concern as she obviously thought about whether or not to comply with his request, then he was disappointed with the kiss she gave him because he knew she knew what he expected. He saw the sad look on her face, saw the pout on her lips, but he would have none of this; he wouldn't allow her to feel she could manipulate him anymore. He gave out a great, exasperated sigh. “You know what kind of kiss I mean.”

Hesitantly, she leaned forward again, put her lips onto his gently, parted them, then flicked her tongue onto his lips until he allowed her entry. They kissed for several moments, his fingers beginning to poke into familiar territory.

Sirius stopped their kiss by pulling back, then gave her several small kisses on her lips and another on her nose. “That's better, Kitten. See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?”

She shook her head 'no', her lips continuing to pout, but now with a slight tremble. He still had a finger in her bottom and she found herself distracted by her anal muscles clenching around him as her breathing and heart rate increased steadily. Her pout deepened at her traitorous body's response to him.

He smiled when he noticed her spasming around his finger, and wiggled it within her a few times, his grin becoming bigger as she squirmed on his lap, her nipples becoming prominent through her nightie. He slid his thumb into her vagina, feeling it's wetness. “You like that, don't you?”

She blushed as she nodded, her eyes remaining downcast, her mouth quivering as she struggled to keep her tears in check. In an attempt to distract herself, she brought her hands up to play with his buttons again.

“Pull your tits out and give me another kiss, Hermione.”

Hermione's hands slowly rose up to her shoulders, her fingers hooking onto the straps of her nightie before she began to slide them along her shoulders, catching her bathrobe as she did so, then slid the material down her arms. After a slight hesitation, her fingers continued to slide along the edge of her nightie until each hand was stationed over a breast; taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes, she pushed the front of her nightie down as she heaved her shoulders upward slightly before scooping her breasts out from under the satin, the nightie's edge plunging downward as it became trapped beneath the weight of her bosom. Keeping her eyes cast downward, hearing Sirius murmur “nice” under his breath, she leaned forward and gave him the deep kiss he was looking for. His free hand came up to cup, then play, with her while the fingers of his other hand began to pump in and out of her slowly. When he broke off the kiss, she pulled back, his left hand continuing to hold the weight of her as his thumb stroked a nipple while the wriggling fingers of his other stayed deep within her.

“That's a good girl.” His eyes intent upon her, a serious look came upon his face as he spoke. “You want to be my good girl, don't you, Kitten?”

Hermione nodded her head as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly, a sniffle breaking the silence.

“I've told you this before. Speak to me when I ask you a question.”

Nibbling on her lip, she struggled to swallow before replying. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Am I your Master?” He watched her carefully, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly as he watched her facial expression change several times, an internal battle raging within.

Her shoulders slumped a little more as her hands dropped down. “Yes, sir...... Master.”

“Good girl.” He smiled as he watched her, his hands rubbing her sides. “Give me another kiss, baby.”

Again, she leaned forward and kissed him, her hands coming up onto his chest as he continued his finger play. 'Oh! When will this stop! I hate you, Sirius! I hate you! When will he go get Remus? I want to see Remus!'

Once the kiss was done, Sirius decided it was time for instruction. “Good girl, you were perfect, sweetie. Now, you will stay in this bed until I give you permission to get up. We are going to start from scratch. You will not do anything without my permission, nothing. You will be tied to the bed when left alone for long periods of time. Your hands will be restrained behind your back at all times and we will do things for you such as wipe your ass and feed you. Hopefully you'll have full privileges back before the baby is born. Do you understand me?”

He watched as a tear fell from her eye, her lips quivering. She nodded silently as she closed her eyes, then remembered to answer him before he could correct her, having to clear her throat several times before she could speak intelligibly. “Yes, sir.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes...... Master.”

“You will gain privileges as time goes on, until you can control yourself. I never, ever want to see an outburst like that again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice was barely over a whisper as another tear fell.

“Now, when...”

Pop! “Master! Come quick!”

Sirius' head whirled so he could look at the elf who was shouting at him frantically.

“What, Kreacher, what the fuck now?”

“The Wolf, he is trying to get away!”

“Fuck!”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Remus came to, lying on his back, on the floor of a room he didn't recognize. He looked around, trying to place where he was. The room was decorated in many hues of blue, he almost felt as if he were drowning it was so blue. Disoriented, he sat up slowly, warily. He thought he could hear someone crying somewhere.

“Remus.” Remus' head snapped to his right, his body twisting so he could see who spoke his name.

“Sirius? Where am I? What, what happened?” He rubbed his eyes, trying to make the blurriness go away, then looked up to see Sirius sitting on a pale blue corduroy chair, his legs crossed, his eyes fixed upon him, watching him as he now sat on the floor with his legs in front of him, his knees bent, his body leaning back on his left arm.

“You are in my Kitten's slave room. I Stunned you upstairs and just Rennervated you back to consciousness.”

“Your Kitten's room? Upstairs?”

Sirius turned his head and tilted it slightly to his left, Remus twisted so he could follow Sirius' gaze. He saw a bed, and on it, he was able to make out a figure seemingly swathed in a sea of blue. The quiet sound of crying was coming from the bed.

“Who is it?”

“Hermione.”

Immediately, Remus stood up, brushing off his pants as he did so, unconsciously reaching for his wand. He swallowed audibly when he realized his wand was gone.

“I have it.”

Looking around the room, trying to figure out where he was, Remus inquired, “Where are we?”

“We are in a hidden room in the basement of Grimmauld Place.” Sirius stood up slowly. “You were correct, Remus, I have been hiding Hermione in a secret room made by my parents many years ago, she's been hidden away here all these months. This is where Kreacher and I share her, where we use her as our sex slave.”

Remus looked at Sirius, not sure what to think by his revelation. “Let me, let me go see Hermione.”

Sirius inclined his head towards the bed, his voice cold. “Go on.”

Remus turned and walked to where Hermione lay in slow, measured steps; feeling distinctly vulnerable without his wand, knowing Sirius was watching him closely. Getting closer to the bed, he saw she was curled up, the deep blue duvet draped over her form, her eyes shiny as she watched him come closer. He was dismayed when she pulled back from him as he reached a hand out to her.

“Hermione, it's alright, I won't hurt you.” He spoke gently, not sure why she was crying. “Hermione, please, you know me, it's Remus, I won't hurt you.”

“Remus,” Remus nearly jumped out of his skin when Sirius' voice unexpectedly came from directly behind him, “there's something I need to tell you.” He paused a moment before continuing. “Hermione's pregnant. She's a little over thirty-two weeks along now.”

Remus turned to look at him, shock on his face. He then spun around to look at Hermione, unable to see her belly due to the camouflaging effect of the covers that were over her. “Eight months pregnant? Hermione?” His voice went from incredulous to very tender, barely above a whisper. “Come on, Hermione, let me know you aren't hurt. Let me know you can hear me. Do you know who I am?” He took another step closer to her, his hand almost touching her hair. He felt ridiculously comforted when she nodded her head, his eyes closing as he smiled in his relief.

“I'm okay, Profes-, I mean, Remus.” Her voice was quivery, but it sounded like music to his ears.

“Come here, Hermione. Let me see you, let me make sure you're okay.” He saw her eyes dart towards Sirius, then go back to him.

“It's okay, Kitten. You're allowed up now.”

“What?” Remus twisted around so he could see Sirius. “She has to ask for permission to get out of the bed?”

“No, not normally, but she's been a bad girl and she is being punished. I told her she had to stay in the bed until I gave her permission to get up. Right now, she's not allowed to do anything without my permission and she's lucky I don't have her tied down to the bed.”

“Sirius, my god. Listen to you! What's happened to you? You said you loved her, for Merlin's sake!”

“I do, Remus. But she has to obey me, all the time, without exception.” Sirius' eyes turned towards Hermione. “Isn't that right, Kitten?”

Remus turned back towards Hermione, watching her nod tiredly. She was now sitting, her legs bent at the knees as they curled around either side of her, her belly big in front of her, her arms demurely clutching the edges of her satiny bathrobe together in an unsuccessful attempt to cover her very pregnant form. Remus breathed, “My god,” as he reached out to touch her, trying to be careful so he didn't frighten her any more than she already was. Before he knew it, she sprang up, crying “Remus!”, throwing her arms around him and hugging him hard. He laughed in startled delight as his arms came around her and pulled her up off the bed, giving her a great hug before lowering her back down so she rested on her knees, her arms staying around his neck as she lay her wet cheek on his shoulder, her nose touching his neck, her moist eyelashes tickling his skin as she closed her eyes while breathing in his scent. He felt her firm belly on his own, her breasts soft mounds on his chest.

“Remus! I missed you so much! I miss everyone!”

“We've all missed you, Hermione, all of us.” He gave her a squeeze. “I'm so glad to see you're okay, Hermione! We've all been so worried about you!” He pulled her back from him slightly so he could look at her closer, smiling when he looked into her eyes. Hesitantly, he brought a hand down to her belly, rubbing it lightly. “You're so big. You look ready to pop.”

Hermione laughed, wiping tears from her face, then reached up to wipe some from Remus', her one arm never leaving its place from around his neck. “I feel ready to pop.”

Suddenly, she realized she had acted without thinking, her eyes darting sideways to look at Sirius fearfully, knowing she hadn't asked for permission to hug Remus or talk to him. She feared what Sirius was going to do, not understanding his sudden about-face in the way he was treating her. Remus noticed her frightened look and frowned as he shifted his weight so he could glare at Sirius.

Sirius' voice was bland. “Yes, Kitten, I took note of your acting out without permission, we'll deal with that later, won't we?” He turned to look at Remus, his voice remaining colorless. “By the way, the child isn't mine, it belongs to Ron Weasley.”

“Ron. Ron Weasley?” Remus couldn't believe it. Ron wouldn't. Surely not. “How? I mean, how? She's been gone longer than, longer...”

“She was impregnated the night she was brought down here. Like an idiot, I forced Ron to jerk-off onto her cunt.”

Remus felt Hermione cringe away slightly as Sirius spoke so crudely; he pulled her closer, somehow wanting to protect her from the vulgar words spoken in her presence.

“Forced? How...”

“I Imperiused the little shit and had him bring her down here. I thought it fitting he be the one to bring her here since they obviously had feelings for each other. I was going to let him fuck her, too, but decided he wanted that too much. Isn't that funny? I should have just let him fuck her, I probably will the next time I bring him down.” Sirius pulled the sheets off of the bed in a huff and threw them onto the floor. “Him and his sister, he's going to fuck that little tart before Easter break is done, and I'll join him. Maybe I'll get the bitch pregnant, would serve him right, the shit-head. Would serve them all right.”

Not really paying attention to the frightened pair before him, Sirius continued his tirade, his face becoming redder as he spoke, spittle flying at times. “I wouldn't let the fucking shit-head fuck her, so I let him jerk-off all over her, didn't I, Kitten? His cum was all over her and, like an asshole, I had him shove the fucking shit up inside of her. And, wouldn't you fucking know it, the fucking shit-head of a Weasley got her fucking pregnant. He got my Kitten pregnant.” Sirius practically spat out the last sentence, so much contempt in his voice that Remus felt the need to back away from the man he no longer knew. He could feel Hermione starting to shake as she began crying onto his shoulder, his arm tightening around her as he pulled her with him, rotating slightly so he shielded her from his old-friend-turned-mad-man standing before him.

“Sirius...”

“What? What are you going to say, Remus? What words of wisdom do you have for me? I go through a great deal of trouble to kidnap her and make her mine and that mother fucking little red-headed shit-head knocks her up like a fucking rabbit!” Sirius' anger boiled over and he began storming around the room, his arms flying about him as he ranted and raved, expressing his pent up anger both verbally and physically as spells shot out of his wand, causing various items around the room to explode and break.

Remus hugged Hermione closer, her increasing fear evident by her coarse shaking and her whimpering as she clung to him desperately. Remus watched Sirius warily, his mind going in a million directions at once: 'Is Sirius always like this with her? Is he violent with her? How can he seem so calm while with the rest of us but turn into a bellowing maniac here? Shit, does he plan to kill me? Obliviate me again? Did he Obliviate Ron? He must have, I'm sure Ron doesn't remember doing that to Hermione. How will Ron deal with finding out he's a father without remembering the act that brought his child into the world? Merlin, how has she dealt with him like this all these months?' Remus watched cautiously as Sirius slowly calmed himself down, not sure what he was capable of anymore.

Finally quieted down, Sirius took in a deep shaky breath, then another, then another. He closed his eyes and took in one more deep breath, letting it out slowly as he rolled his head on his neck. Slowly, his eyes opened, their look darkening for a moment as he cast a cold, contemplative look upon them, his eyes roaming over their bodies, taking in how tightly they held one another. A moment later, his eyes brightened as he continued to scrutinize them, seeing them in a different light. And he smiled.

“My, the two of you do look like the little lovers I want you to become.”

Horrified at Sirius' words, Remus struggled to keep from hastily pulling himself away from Hermione, and he forced himself to hold her close when she attempted to do just that as a gasp of alarm escaped her. She needed some type of comforting, and he was going to give it to her. He brought his hand up to cup the back of her head and pulled her against him even closer, his head coming down so his cheek came to rest on top of her head. 'Can't he see how much he's frightening her? Doesn't he care that he's scaring the shit out of her? Merlin, he's not the man I thought he was. He's worse than I ever imagined.'

“Sirius, I told you I didn't want...”

“Uh! Uh, uh, uh, uh.” Sirius held up his hand, his pointer-finger up as he rocked his hand back and forth. “No more talking, Remus! I believe we have a matter of a vow that needs to be performed, isn't that right, old friend?”

“And, if we perform the Vow, you'll let me go?”

“Yes.”

“Without Obliviating my memory.”

“Yes.”

Remus took in a deep breath as he eyed Sirius. He needed his memory in order to help Hermione, he needed his memory in order to help his friend. He definitely did not want his memory modified.

“All right, all right. I'll perform the Vow.”

Sirius smiled, his body relaxing visibly. He turned to look around the room, looking at the damage he had done while nearly insane with his anger. Taking in a deep breath, he let out a forceful sigh. He spoke without turning to look at them. “You see, Remus, things have gotten quite complicated and don't always go my way. The brat Hermione is carrying, for instance. Yes, it's a baby, but it's not my baby, and that makes all the difference in the world. Ronald fucking Weasley for Merlin's sake.” Light shot out of his wand as he began to wordlessly repair things. “I know you think I'm a tyrant, Remus, but I promise you, I've never gone off like this down here before. I guess it's just that I wanted this fantasy of mine to go perfectly and instead it's starting to feel like one big mistake – which, I assure you, it is not.” He repaired the couch, it's stuffing floating through the air as a cushion's pale blue material came together seamlessly. “My Kitten sometimes tries to fight back, and she forces me to punish her in order to make her obedient. It's not something I want to do, but she makes it necessary. Isn't that so, Kitten?” He pointed his wand at the last broken item, a lamp, the pieces of glass tinkling as they came together and melded into one. “I said, 'isn't that so, Kitten?'”

Sirius turned to look at Hermione who was peeking at him through the hair that had fallen in front of her face, her body tightly enveloped in Remus' arms.

Remus felt her grip tighten around his neck as she choked out shakily, “Yes, sir,” while also nodding her head, her hair tickling his neck. He glared at Sirius as he rubbed his thumb against her cheek, trying to bring her a small measure of comfort.

“Yes, what?” Sirius' gave her a stern glare.

Hermione's voice was very small as she answered him. “Yes, Master.”

Her calling Sirius 'Master' caused Remus to jump slightly while shock, dismay, disgust, and anger in varying combinations flitted across his face. 'Merlin, he's making her call him 'Master'? What does he make her do as Master? Do I want to know? How the hell do I help her after all this?' He kissed the top of her head, not sure of what else to do.

Smiling, Sirius watched his old friend and his young lover hold each other. 'Look at how she molds to his frame. He's a little shorter than I am but she fits him just right. I bet, with her on the bed and him standing, he'll be just the right height to shove his dick into her comfortably while I work her mouth.' He rubbed the front of his pants suggestively as he looked into Remus' eyes, Remus giving him a look of disgust in return. “Yes, yes, I think this is going to be a most interesting day, most interesting.” His eyes turned to look at Hermione who was still hiding behind Remus' arms. “Kitten, we have a job for you to do before the fun begins.” Sirius turned and pointed to a cabinet in the kitchen, unlocking it with his wand. He did a swish and flick with his wand and Hermione's wand floated over to him.

“My wand! You have my wand!” Hermione struggled to get out of Remus' grip, trying to get to her wand, but he held her tight, keeping her close to him, preventing her from leaving the bed.

“We had wondered where her wand went.” Remus' voice was dry as he glared at Sirius.

“Well, now you know.” He looked at Hermione, his eyes glittering as she practically danced in Remus' arms trying to get to her wand. “Hermione, calm down, Kitten. You will perform one, and I mean only one, spell with this wand.” Sirius began walking towards them, the wand held outstretched in his hand. “Kreacher will be watching you, babe, and I don't want you to be punished for performing more than you are given permission to do. Do you understand?”

Hermione's eyes were riveted on her wand, she nodded mutely as she reached out for it. Sirius pulled it back, just out of her reach.

“What did I just say, Kitten?”

Hermione's eyes flicked towards Remus, a blush blooming on her cheeks. “Um, that, um, Master Kreacher is watching me and will punish me.”

“If?”

“Um, if I do more than one spell.”

“Correct.” He handed the wand to Hermione who grabbed it and gave it a hug.

Remus watched this interaction quietly, his heart sinking as he watched how Sirius treated Hermione. He looked at her sadly; he couldn't believe how different she was, there wasn't much spark left in her and it looked as if the little bit she did have was slowly being worked out of her. He raised his hand and put it on her head, pulling her towards him and kissing her hair. He chuckled as he gave the top of her head another kiss. 'That wild, frizzy, adorable hair! I forgot how crazy it was!'

Hermione turned her head and raised her face so she could look at him when she heard the rumble in his chest from his chuckle and gave him a weak, teary smile as she continued to clutch her wand to her chest. Saddened by her look, Remus reached to to rub her belly as he smiled back, wondering what was in store for the child.

“Sirius, what...”

“No more questions, Remus, not until we perform the Vow. Kitten? Come here with me.” Sirius extended his hand, shoving Remus' arm out of the way and removing Hermione from his embrace, helped her off the bed, then walked with her over to the couch. Remus followed reluctantly, watching as she waddled slightly, a smile coming to his lips as he thought about the life she carried. The child was conceived under impossible conditions, under frighteningly sad conditions, but it was a baby no less and Remus suddenly felt a huge desire to see the baby, hoping it had red hair like its father.

Remus watched as Sirius helped Hermione sit on the couch, his mannerisms as gentle now as they were fierce only moments before; then knelt in front of her, his hands on her knees, giving her little squeezes of reassurance. “Hermione, have you ever heard of an Unbreakable Vow, hon?” Sirius' voice was calm though slightly hoarse from his screaming in anger not long ago.

Hermione's eyes flicked towards Remus in embarrassment as she answered Sirius, her voice becoming very soft, as if she didn't want him to hear her. “Yes, Master.” 'Why must he make me call him 'Master' in front of Remus? It's so humiliating!'

“Do you know how to act as the Bonder?”

“No, Master.” She shook her head as she responded, her eyes never leaving Sirius' face.

“I'll explain it to you. Remus and I are going to be bound with you acting as Bonder.” Without looking away from Hermione, Sirius addressed Remus. “Remus, by the way, Kreacher will be watching the both of you very closely so don't try anything stupid when I hand you your wand back. Also, you can't Disapparate out of here, so don't bother trying. You also can't port in or out, so don't bother making a Portkey, either.”

Remus nodded tiredly, watching as Sirius explained to Hermione how to perform the spell. He wanted her to stun Sirius, to point the wand at him and Stupefy his arse, but all she did was listen to what she was being told and taking her instruction seriously as she clung to her wand, her fingers unconsciously caressing the wood reverently. 'I guess I can't blame her, she's been down here all these months, getting slowly brainwashed, struggling to survive in a hostile environment. Gods, the poor girl.'

“Ready, Remus?” Sirius stood up, pulling Hermione up as he did so. He motioned for Kreacher to stand behind the other man, then handed Remus his wand. For a split second, Remus contemplated shooting a Stunner towards Sirius, but then realized that Kreacher would stun him before he had a chance to turn on him. He flicked his eyes towards Hermione and saw her big brown eyes looking up at him expectantly, waiting. He looked down at her belly and reached out to rub it, somehow feeling this small gesture conveyed to her that it was all right with him that she didn't put up a fight, that he understood. He knew it was ridiculous, that she didn't know what he was thinking, but rubbing her belly made him feel better just the same.

Both men faced each other and clasped the other's hand with a powerful grip, Hermione lowered her wand so it touched them both, then whispered an incantation under her breath, her eyes on Sirius as she did so.

“Remus, do you promise not to talk to anyone, anyone at all, about the fact that I have Hermione?”

“I will.”

A thin tongue of bright red flame came out of Hermione's wand and snaked around their hands and arms when Remus affirmed his agreement. He wasn't surprised by this question, he had fully expected this request to be part of the Vow's conditions.

“Remus, do you promise not to tell anyone, anyone at all, of Hermione's whereabouts?”

“I will.”

Another tongue of bright red flame came out of Hermione's wand and snaked around the hands and arms of the men. Each time Remus affirmed that he would follow each clause of the oath, a red flame would encircle their upper limbs.

“Remus, do you promise not to disclose anything you find out about Hermione or myself while down in this room to anyone else?”

“I will.”

“Remus, do you promise to never cause me harm?”

“I will.”

“Remus, do you promise to never use your wand against me?”

“I will.”

“Remus, do you promise to come down here with me, to visit Hermione, amongst other things, on a weekly basis?”

Remus looked at Sirius sharply and went to pull away, he felt the flames tighten around their arms and Sirius' grip on his hand became vice-like, their combined strength keeping him from pulling away.

“Sirius, what are you getting at?”

“Just answer the question, Remus.”

“Not until you tell me where this is going.”

“Just answer the question, Remus. It's the last one, I swear.”

Remus thought about the question a few times, then answered, fearing what Sirius really meant. “I will.”

“Hermione, finish the bond.”

Once the Vow was set, both men released each other and backed away. Remus shakily sat on the couch, knowing he had just condemned himself to weekly visits with a madman. He looked up at Sirius, seeing that he was watching him closely.

“Put your wand away, Remus. Hermione, sit down next to him.”

Remus put his wand away and watched as Hermione sat next to him, her eyes on Sirius. He noted Hermione looked quite pale all of a sudden and grabbed at her hand. “Hermione, are you all right?”

She turned her head to look at him as she pulled her hand from him. “Ye-yes, yes, I'm, I'm okay.”

“Sirius, what was the reasoning behind that last clause to the spell?”

Sirius smiled as he sat down on the other side of Hermione.

“First things first. Hermione, your wand.” Sirius held his hand out to her expectantly, palm up.

With great reluctance, the girl put her wand in his hand, then watched with tears in her eyes as it floated through the air, back into the cabinet that contained it before, its doors closing and locking with an audible click.

With renewed exuberance, Sirius turned to face them, then jocularly addressed the two captives before him. “Well, Remus, back to your question. I have a feeling you know, but are in denial. I told you what my conditions were if I let you visit Hermione.”

“Yes, I agreed to the Vow and we've just completed it.”

“I also said I wanted to share her with you.”

Remus shot up off of the couch. “Absolutely not! I told you no!” Remus saw Hermione sit back against the couch, her hands on her belly, a look of obvious relief on her face.

“Remus, either you use her willingly, or I Imperius you. You have your choice. It's going to happen, one way or another and you can choose how it happens. And we'll be doing this weekly, at the very least, though personally, I hope for more interaction between the three of us, so it would be much easier if you did it of your own accord and not by me forcing you to do things you may not exactly want to do to her while I've got you under a mind-control spell. If you are of your own free will, and you give me a good enough reason not to do something, I'll back off. If you are under the Imperius, you won't have that option.”

“Come on, Sirius. Think about it, this isn't you! It's that elf! He's done something to you! Fight it, man, fight it!”

“I'm not under a spell, I'm not. This is my fantasy.” Sirius smiled, his eyes glittering. “And now I'm going to get to experience it.”

“How do you know he didn't plant this fantasy into your head? How do you know?” Remus was desperate to talk sense into his friend, to make him see reason. “You said yourself that all these strange thoughts started all of a sudden, how do you know they are yours and not Kreacher's?”

“I told you, Remus, this is my fantasy, and mine alone.” His eyes on Remus, Sirius brought his hand up to Hermione's breast, heavy from pregnancy, and began to play with a nipple through the satiny material of her nightie. Remus took note of how she cringed from Sirius slightly, but did not shove him away; how she seemed to push her chest towards his hand as her hips reared back at the same time; and that her eyes closed, allowing a tear to be released. Watching the tear as it slowly slid down her face, Remus unconsciously licked his lips as he became uncomfortably aware of his dick giving a twitch, feeling it begin to unwillingly harden as he watched, with reluctant fascination, both of her nipples enlarge. He closed his eyes, trying to will his body to behave, telling himself how much psychological damage he would do to the girl if he followed the messages his body was giving him. Desperately trying to think, he saw no way out of what Sirius wanted, no way out of being forced to perform sexually with his young ex-student-now-friend. He dreaded the thought of having to let his body take over just so he could get the hell out and away from Sirius' control, and it frightened him that his body didn't seem to mind this situation one bit.

Seeing the growing bulge forming in Remus' pants, Sirius smiled. “And, while we're at it, Kreacher will be joining us as well.” He took note of the hateful look he got from his old friend when his eyes sprang open at his words. 'No matter. He's still getting a boner, so I know this day will turn out just fine. I can't wait to see the first time he slides that cock down her throat. I bet being a werewolf has enlarged some of his anatomy.' He looked down at the tent in Remus' pants, watching it move steadily. 'I have a feeling it has. I wonder if he keeps a hard on for a long time before he cums.' He snorted as he turned to look at Hermione, seeing how nicely she was becoming aroused before turning his curious gaze back towards Remus' privates. 'I'll just bet he does. I'll find out soon enough, though. Oh, yes, I will.' He tore his eyes away from from his friends crotch, his eyes coming up to connect with Remus'. “The four of us will be busy together for a few hours, I want to see just how much stamina you have, Remus. I would imagine that being a werewolf would have it's uses in the bed, isn't that so, Remus?”

Sweat beading his forehead, Remus shot a look of pure loathing at Sirius, his voice a snarl. “You're fucking vile.”

“Yes, I guess I am.”

“She's pregnant, for Merlin's sake!”

“So? She's been getting fucked daily since conception. One more dick won't matter.”

Remus reared back at Sirius' words, his eyes falling on Hermione who quickly covered her tear-stained face in humiliation, her shoulders shaking as her silent tears escalated into sobbing. “You're insane. You have to be. If it's not a spell, then it's your sanity. You've gone completely mad.”

“That I may be, but I'm going to get what I want, one way or the other.” Sirius looked back and forth between Hermione and Remus a few times, his smile getting bigger as he stood up and began to unbutton his pants. “I'd take your clothes off it I were you, Remus, before I take them off for you.” He glared at Hermione, his irritated voice hissing through his teeth. “Kitten, quit that damned crying and disrobe. NOW.”

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Authors Notes, you may freely skip:

The “coffee-colored vertical line” on Hermione's belly:
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Linea_nigra.jpg
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Hermione's laughing/crying jag (I had trouble finding info about it on the web but we all know it happens):
http://www.gibbsmagazine.com/CryinLaughing.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laughter
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crying
I thought this interesting:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatal_hilarity
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I thought this page hilarious, gave me quite a few chuckles, I think Voldemort should have read it:
http://www.eviloverlord.com/lists/overlord.html
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Some other websites I like:
http://www.patinkas.co.uk/Merkaba_Feature_Article/merkaba_feature_article.html
http://www.earlham.edu/~peters/knotlink.htm
http://www.flyingskunk.com/live.html

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