Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Betas: Periculum, WesleyY7
Total Word Count: 14,919
Chapter 24 Edit Date: 03/07/2009
Clean up editing: 07/27/2009
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WARNING – for those of you who like Remus, this will not be a pleasant chapter for you to read. He's actually one of my absolute favorite characters in the Harry Potter series. I had trouble writing this chapter and still feel squicky about it. But, it had to be done in order for things in future chapters to occur. I told you in the beginning, this is not a happy story though the ending will surprise you, I'm sure.
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FYI: WesleyY7 was kind enough to become a beta in an effort to help me keep the story on track.
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WesleyY7 – heeeheee, glad you liked the chapter!
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roxie – I keep your comments in mind to try and make the chapters shorter but they wind up becoming extra long before I'm done, then I shave stuff off, then I add stuff back in... I had already covered the answers to your questions in this chapter (though you didn't know it yet)...
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soniab – I'm glad you thought that intense! Good! Oh, my goodness, you cursed! Ack! As to your stories, I'm reading the one on TPP as you write it, the other I'll have to hunt down. Cool! Ashwinder turned this story down for obvious reasons. Ashwinder is my favorite HP Porn site due to its strict rules and expectations. SIGH. SS will be more heavily involved soon, I promise.
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abbi cee – Why! Hello there! Thank-you for the review. I'm not big into slash and like reading D/s, interesting that we've 'found' each other! Heehee... People have apparently forgotten that a few chapters ago I had Hermione run from Sirius when he wanted to do certain sex acts, begging him not to do things – that was her first attempt at fighting back. Yes, she's slowly trying to find her courage. This chapter will cover some of your comments.
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elphaba – Hello again! The Vow will allow certain things, you'll find out soon!
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Visitkarte – Howdy there! Thanks for reviewing! Well, actually, Lupin isn't being stupid more than being overwhelmed by a circumstance he never expected to be in. It's one of his best friends, after all, and he would have handled the situation better had this been Bella or even Snape he was dealing with instead of Sirius. Emotions can certainly skew one's perception on how to handle things. As an experienced nurse, if one of my patients were to be injured in some way (say, a bad fall), I would just react unemotionally and appropriately – but, in real life, when my daughter got a burn, I initially freaked out until I got hold of myself and went into 'nurse mode'. Stockholm Syndrome does not preclude that Hermione would have protective feelings towards her baby, I'm not sure where the gap in logic comes in for that one – but, if Sirius were to make certain demands of her, she may comply. But, you did bring up a good point so I decided to add in a blurb on this subject in this chapter to cover up any problems that may arise later. You also brought up my loop hole I had eluded to a few chapters ago, darn you! Yes, yes, Kreacher and Sirius are way OOC for the readers, but not when in the presence of others – afterall, Remus had no idea how fucked up Sirius was until just a few chapters ago! And, yes, Remus is experienced and clever, but he's facing something completely unexpected – it's easy to think this stuff out as you read it, but if you were actually experiencing it, you may not. I'm trying to have them react according to their emotional state as well as their experiences in life. And, don't you love 'author's privilege'? Where would fanfic be without it?
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Chapter 24 – Wolf Versus Man

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Story Date: April 8, 1996

Remus stood in front of Sirius in the hallway near the bathroom, stopping him from walking past. “What did you do to her?”

“What are you talking about, Remus?”

“After that elf of yours took her back down to that aquarium you call a room yesterday. What did you do to her?”

Sirius tried to push his way around the man before him. “Let me pass, Remus.”

“No, you bastard.” Remus took a hand and shoved Sirius back by the shoulder. “I demand to know what you did to her. Tell me, now.”

Sirius stepped back, giving Remus a stony glare as he crossed his arms. “I punished her for disobeying me. That's all you need to know.”

Surprised disgust flitted across Remus' face. “You hurt her?”

Sirius made a show of nonchalantly inspecting his fingernails. “I healed her this morning. I let her stew in her aches and pains a while before healing her, but she's fine now.”

Remus stepped forward threateningly, a snarl on his lips. “Sirius...”

Sirius cut him off, not threatened by the other man's anger. “Look, Remus, don't you ever, and I mean, ever, pull a stunt like that again.” He jabbed Remus in the chest a few times with his fingers. “If you do, she suffers the consequences, got it?”

Remus slapped Sirius' fingers away from him, stepping back as he asked, “Is the baby all right?”

“Of course. You don't think the red-headed rabbit's brat would come to any harm, now do you? I'm not an animal.”

'Really? You could have fooled me. I guess when you've become barbaric, you don't realize how close to an animal you can act.'

“Merlin, Sirius. I, I don't know what to think of you anymore! What's happened to you? Could that elf have caused such a drastic change in you? Could he?”

Sirius glared at Remus through slitted lids. 'Do I need to discuss this with him, for Merlin's sake? What the fuck is it with him and blaming Kreacher? If anything, Kreacher has helped me realize my true wants and desires, and has helped me attain what I coveted. If everyone would leave me the fuck alone, maybe I could be happy.'

“Let's see now, Remus. First, a nice long stint in Azkaban for something I didn't do. All of my friends letting me rot in there, not one coming to visit or try to get me out. Then, I get out, and what happens? I'm locked in my parents' home, the one I hate, unable to get out due to fucking Dumbledore's tracking charm. Second, when I want to encourage Harry to do things to counteract that old hag at the school, I get dirty looks and told to 'grow up'. I'm constantly accused of mixing him up with James and of trying to relive my childhood. As if I'd want to relive it in this place. And, last but not least, I have my Kitten hidden away instead of up here with me, to do with as I please. All because everyone has *morals*. If you'd leave me alone with her, maybe I'd be happy. But, noooooooooooo, everyone has to interfere and be preachy. Hermione is mine, I've marked her as mine, and she has accepted the fact she is mine. And, on top of all that, she gets pregnant with the fucking Rabbit's brat! Isn't that enough?”

“No. No, it isn't. Nothing will ever justify what you've done to Hermione – what you're still doing to her. Nothing! All of that other shit happened while she was an infant. She did nothing to you, and you torture her worse than anything they did to you in prison.”

“You don't know what they did to me in there, so shut the fuck up!”

“You've raped her repeatedly, forced her to have sex with other men, and with elves. Now she's pregnant and you still force yourself on her. You've whipped her, have you beaten her, too? Have you tied her down? Starved her?”

“No, I never starved her! If anything, it's a struggle to get her to eat enough!”

Remus used his body to push against Sirius with his chest, his voice a snarl. “And, why would that be, I wonder?”

“I don't know!” Sirius turned away, his hand going to his hair as he raked his fingers through it in frustration. “She's well taken care of, she doesn't want for anything! She's warm, has a clean place to live, can have anything she wants to eat, has books to read. I don't know what else to do for her.”

“How about her freedom? Ever think of that? For Gods sakes, man, she can't leave the bed without your permission?”

“She was being punished!”

“Punished? Punished? For what? Because she doesn't want to be the whore you're forcing her to be?”

“She's not a whore, she...”

“She's forced to have relations with other men and an elf...”

“He helped me get her, and she doesn't mind anymore!”

“Anymore? Listen to yourself! She was lying on the bed crying, for Gods sakes! She's not enjoying herself!”

“So what if she wasn't at that particular moment? If you hadn't let your morals get in the way, you would have seen how quickly she becomes a fucking sex goddess! She just needed a little more time to...”

“She's been locked up in a room with just the two of you for months! She's a fucking genius with an engaging personality, and you lock her up, leaving her to stagnate, bored out of her mind, probably desperate for you to come down and visit just so that she has some type of interaction with a human being.”

“She's not bored! I bring her books all the time! She's read most of what I have in my library up here, and I have Kreacher obtain books for her when he can.”

“Gods, Sirius! Think about what it was like when you were in Azkaban! Remember when you told me how lonely you were? How there were times when you'd give anything just to talk to someone? How you'd be pathetically grateful when Fudge would come to talk with you? And he only came once a year, maybe twice?” Remus grabbed Sirius' shoulders, shaking them slightly. “Think about what you're doing to Hermione! She's a frightened sixteen year old with child, who depends upon you for everything. Every blessed thing! Not just food, but for shelter, protection, her safety, and... and...” Remus struggled to find the right words, his voice now with a pleading tone to it. “And for love, Sirius. The girl actually believes you love her, she believes it! She's exhibiting symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome and I fear she'll never recover from it, damn you!” He pulled on Sirius, then shoved him back against the wall, his voice becoming a low growl. “Everyone needs to be loved, and your love for her has become twisted and violent. I'm telling you, it's the elf that has done that to you. Maybe what you had in the beginning was beautiful, but over time it has become fetid and vile – and that poor girl has to deal with it day in and day out! Let her go, Sirius! If you truly loved her, you'd let Hermione go free!”

Becoming angrier the longer Remus ranted, Sirius shoved him back hard enough that he hit the wall forcefully, a loose piece of dingy wallpaper ripping off and fluttering to the floor as Remus hurriedly pushed himself away while Sirius bellowed indignantly. “Shut up, Remus. Just shut the fuck up! Hermione's mine! I admit, things have gotten a little out of hand, but I'll fix it! I'll make things better, I just need to think on it, and I need for everyone to back off and leave me alone!”

“Is there a problem, boys?”

Both men jumped back, away from each other, and simultaneously turned to see Molly as she tentatively climbed the well-worn steps, wand in hand. Each had been so embroiled in the argument that they never heard her coming. Both straightened from their crouched positions, positions they had unconsciously taken as they had prepared to attack one another. Their gasping breaths slowing as they forced themselves to calm down in front of the obviously ruffled Weasley matriarch.

“No, no, Molly. No problem. Just a small argument that has been cleared up, hasn't it, Remus?”

Remus glared balefully at the other man, uncharacteristically refusing to cover up his anger for the sake of appearances, his words coming through clenched teeth. “No, it hasn't been cleared up. But it will be eventually, Sirius. I can guarantee you that, old friend, one way or another.”

Pushing past Sirius and nearly knocking him over, Remus stalked his room, the door slamming violently behind him, causing dust to explode from a crack in the wall and swirl about in the air.

Sirius turned to look at Molly, a weak smile on his face. “Don't worry about it, Molly. Just a squabble, like with the kids.”

Molly looked at Remus' door a moment before turning to look thoughtfully at Sirius, not smiling, her lips pursed. “The problem is, Sirius, that you aren't a child.”

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Story Date: April 10, 1996

Sirius popped his head into the library, finally finding who he was looking for.

“There you are, Remus! I forgot to mention it to you the other day, but you need to give me my wand back.”

He stepped into the library, closing the door behind him.

“*I* didn't forget, Sirius.” Remus put the book he was reading down as he stood, his voice terse, his eyes without the familiar friendly look Sirius was used to.

Sirius considered Remus a moment, unconsciously rubbing his jaw, thinking about how things seemed to have soured between them just because he had wanted to have some good old fashioned fun sharing a girl with him. He still didn't understand what all the fuss was about. He sighed, then shoved all the worries into the back of his mind as he stretched his hand out.

“Well, give it up. I want my wand back.”

Remus pulled the wand out and looked at it a moment before glaring at Sirius. He backed up slightly and put the hand that held the wand behind him, readying himself in case he needed to use it, and extended his empty hand. “I don't trust you. Give me my wand first.”

“Come off it, Remus! You don't trust me? Why not?”

Remus stared incredulously, his voice terse. “I think that's a stupid question. Give me my wand first, Sirius.”

“Fine, fine.” Sirius put Remus' wand in his outstretched hand. “Here, here's your wand. Happy?”

Remus swished the wand about, shot a bolt of light at the wall, making a hole in it, then shot another bolt of light, mending the hole seamlessly. Satisfied, he gave Sirius his wand back by slapping it into his hand hard enough to make him wince. Looking at Sirius, he voiced what had been on his mind.

“Sirius, you need to take me down to Hermione. The full moon comes on the thirteenth and I won't be able to deal with anything on the fourteenth, you know that.”

“Later, Remus.”

“I want to go now.”

Sirius swished his wand about, a smile coming to his face as he absently answered Remus. “Later, Remus. She's indisposed right now.”

“What do you mean 'she's indisposed'?” He thought a moment. “What's Kreacher doing to her?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Remus.”

Alarmed, Remus grabbed at Sirius' arm, yanking on it to get the man's full attention. “What's that supposed to mean?”

Sirius glared at Remus as he shook Remus off, feeling annoyed that the man dared bother him about taking him to see Hermione – as if he didn't know the rules of the Vow – not taking Remus down within a week would set off the Vow, and it would kill him. He reminded himself to tell Kreacher that in the event of his death, he wanted the elf to continue bringing Remus down to visit his Kitten so she had some company. He eyed Remus some more, wondering if he'd figure out a way to bring her out of there – in a way, he hoped he did. He didn't mind her looking to him for everything and seeing him as her whole world, but he minded her seeing Remus or even Kreacher in the same light.

“I'll take you down when I'm good and ready, Remus. Stop bugging me or I'll wait until the fourteenth. Do I make myself clear?”

Without another word, he stormed out of the library, leaving a shaken Remus to collapse in the chair as he worried about the pregnant girl trapped in the blue room with an abusive elf. He brooded for several hours, trying to think of a way to remove her from her prison, or a way to alert the others of the problem without setting off the Vow.

'Damn it! If I could only remember the exact wording Sirius used so I could figure out what to do!'

He was sure he was forgetting an important term in the Vow, something that would allow him to save them all, but it eluded him mercilessly. He had been so high-strung during the making of the Vow that he scarcely recalled the clauses other than he couldn't harm Sirius, couldn't use his wand against Sirius, and couldn't tell anyone about Hermione or about what he learned about her while in the 'slave room'. But something niggled at him, telling him he was forgetting a vital component of the Vow.

His face screwed up in disgust as he recalled how Sirius and Kreacher called the prettied up dungeon where they kept Hermione 'the slave room'. He had been surprised when Kreacher had the nerve to call her a slave in front of him several times and it angered him when Sirius didn't correct the elf.

He thought about some of the things he had said to Sirius the other day just before Molly had shown up on the stairs. He had mentioned to Sirius that Hermione was exhibiting 'Stockholm Syndrome'. He remembered how several of his Muggle classmates had been obsessed for a short time with a bank robbery that had occurred in Stockholm, Sweden due to how peculiar the captives had acted once freed. Some of the students wondered if any of the Death Eaters were exhibiting this disorder, newly named Stockholm Syndrome, as a way to cope with such a violent leader. Remus had been one of those who believed it possible, thinking that many Pure-bloods got in over their heads and, instead of turning away and facing death, became fanatical followers instead. He was sure that Hermione was exhibiting this syndrome as well.

He picked up the Muggle book he had been reading called “It Could Happen To Anyone: Why Battered Women Stay”; on a whim, he had purchased it and several other books on torture and spousal abuse the day before as he walked around in Muggle England, brooding over Hermione. Sighing, he opened the book and began reading again, hoping he could somehow figure out a way to break Hermione from the destructive clutches of this syndrome so she could help herself.

The more he read, however, the more mystified he was by Hermione's behavior – she didn't exhibit pure Stockholm Syndrome since she actually tried to actively defy Sirius. If she had a pure case of the syndrome, she would have fought him tooth-and-nail in order to get to Sirius instead of standing there in his arms docilely. She also never would have held the wand against Kreacher, another person she should exhibit the syndrome to. He mulled that one over - technically, Kreacher wasn't a person, but he was an authority figure over her, and one with considerable power.

Was it possible that she had a strong enough personality to retain enough of her former self, the self she was before she had been kidnapped and tormented beyond what most people could cope with? He knew she was strong, but he also knew she had weaknesses. He was sure her one weakness, the need for approval, would have left her completely dominated by Sirius in a short amount of time. But yet, amazingly, and against all odds, she proved she was not entirely controlled by him when she fought back. Just the simple act of clutching the nightgown to herself was an act of defiance that someone with the pure syndrome would not dare do unless pushed beyond a certain point.

Remus thought about the computer he had watched someone use while at the bookstore, reading over their shoulder about a feral child named Genie. He had been most interested to read about the mother finally escaping with the little girl named Genie after many years of abuse. The woman had finally been pushed to her limit by the abuses her husband inflicted upon her and tried to escape. He had taken note that the mother did not escape to save her children, but only to help herself. He considered the child Hermione carried, wondering if she was brainwashed enough to allow the child to be abused, wondering if she would try to protect it. He shuddered at the thought, deciding his first priority would be the child, followed by Hermione, then Sirius.

He wondered if Hermione had been abused to the point of actually trying to escape, or if she was merely following his lead. She had seemed so conflicted, so unsure of herself, and it pained him to see her that way. Was she being abused that badly? Her shrieking at him about how she didn't want to be punished certainly sounded as if she was experiencing abuses out of the norm. Exactly what went on in that room while he wasn't present? What horrors has she been dealing with all these months?

He put the book down in his lap, now worrying over what Sirius had done to Hermione as punishment for trying to escape with him. She was so pregnant that he just couldn't believe Sirius would cause her harm. He didn't like to think of Sirius hurting her to begin with, but after what he had witnessed the other day, he had no doubts his old friend would do such a thing. 'Gods, Sirius. Torture? I never thought you'd stoop so low that you'd torture another human being. Never.'

He thought about Kreacher and his revelations of the elf's whispered teachings while they slept. His dreams, with Kreacher's voice in the background, seemed to have escalated. He was sure he was being subjected to these teachings, and he fretted over how to stop the elf. House elves had magic beyond wizards, of that he knew, and this was the elf's home so he was aware of things about the house that Remus did not know about. Things that Remus couldn't counter.

Remus sighed, feeling as if a huge weight were resting on his shoulders. How would he ever save Hermione, Sirius, and himself from the clutches of an insane fucking house elf?

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Story Date: April 12, 1996

Remus sat uneasily in his chair, attempting to read another Muggle psychology book, but his mind constantly strayed back to thoughts of Hermione as he played different scenarios in his head of what Sirius could have done to her as punishment for trying to escape. Deep in thought, he jumped slightly when a sharp rap sounded on his door, and he listlessly hefted himself up to answer it - the coming of the full moon always left him feeling drained days before its appearance, and today was no different. Adding to his physical weariness was his mental exhaustion from the past week as he constantly thought about Hermione.

Sirius was standing in the doorway when he opened the door. “Come on, Remus. It's time to go downstairs.”

“Finally.” He took in a weary sigh. “Damn, Sirius, I'm beat and all I want to do is sit and now you decide to take me down to see her?”

“I had to wait; it wasn't my fault they took longer than normal.” Sirius stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

“What are you talking about? Who took longer than normal?”

“Never mind, never mind.” Sirius wiped his eyes tiredly. He just wanted to get this over with so he could lie down before the Order meeting tonight. He knew this night wouldn't be the sex session of his dreams due to the expected appearance of the full moon tomorrow night, and with Remus being so tired that he doubted he could get it up for a porn movie, let alone a very pregnant teen-aged friend he didn't want to fuck in the first place. He looked Remus up and down. 'Well, there's always next week.'

“Before we go, you need to give me your wand. I'll give it to you later, when we come back.”

“No.”

“I won't negotiate with you on this, Remus. Give me your wand.”

“I can't use the damned thing against you, so there's no point in taking it from me.”

“You can't use it against me, but you can use it against Kreacher.” Sirius pulled his wand and held it lazily, though Remus knew this was just for appearances sake – Sirius had a 'quick draw' that was quite accurate. “He's my 'right-hand-man', as it were. You've proven his importance to me when you are downstairs, only now, he knows to keep an eye on you.”

Remus stood still, trying to figure out a way to keep his wand. He couldn't use his wand against Sirius, but Sirius could use his wand against him. And, right now, Sirius held all the cards. He pulled his wand out slowly and handed it to Sirius carefully, tip facing himself, his heart rate increasing dramatically as he stepped away from it. Ever since he was eleven, he had always had a wand on his person, and he felt strange after giving his only weapon over, under duress, knowing he was going someplace without having control over it. He felt sweat beading on his upper lip, and he wiped his forehead with his sleeve as he forced himself to look away from that precious piece of wood, feeling as if he was abandoning his best friend.

Smiling, Sirius tucked his own wand into his sleeve while continuing to hold Remus' wand against him.

“Kreacher!”

Kreacher popped before them, his eyes going back-and-forth between his Master and the Wolf, sensing his Master's mood and how tired the Wolf was. He had a feeling he had the perfect remedy to fix the depressed mood that hung in the air.

“Yes, Master?”

Remus grimaced at the elf's voice, the ingratiating musical quality to it hitting a nerve.

“Kreacher, Remus needs to see Hermione tonight, would you please bring him down now?”

“Of course, Master, of course.” His voice had assumed its harmonious tone that was so effective against the Black heir, Sirius' eyes seeming to cloud over instantly while Remus' sharpened, his eyebrows coming together in irritation. Kreacher held a bottle in front of him. “But first, the Wolf must drink this potion before I take him down.” He spelled the pale yellow bottle towards Remus, both men watching its progress as it neared him.

“What is it, Kreacher? What do you want Remus to drink?”

“Oh, the Wolf will know.”

Sirius turned to look at Remus who had pulled the stopper off of the bottle and was sniffing its contents cautiously. Instantly, a look of revulsion came over his face as he dropped the bottle while taking a hurried step back, Kreacher's magic saving it from hitting the floor.

“No! I won't drink it!”

“What is it, Remus?” Sirius grabbed the bottle that hung in the air, giving it a sniff. He didn't recognize the smell. He turned a quizzical eye towards Kreacher.

Kreacher's voice flowed pleasingly in Sirius' ears as he listened to the elf's reply. “It will get rid of the tiredness the Wolf feels. It will rejuvenate him. It will help him please you, Master.”

“Fuck!” Sirius' eyes snapped to Remus after hearing his uncharacteristic use of language. “Don't listen to him, Sirius! He's beguiling you with his words!”

“The potion will allow him to perform admirably, Master. He'll enjoy himself, I assure you, as much as you'll both enjoy her.”

“I will NOT take that potion!”

He turned to look at Sirius who continued to hold his wand against him, a confused look on his face as he struggled to process what was going on before him.

“Master, make the Wolf take the potion, you won't regret it.” Again, the elf's voice set Remus on edge, but he noticed how Sirius seemed to respond favorably to it.

“No! Sirius, it's a potion to excite me, to make me lose control of myself. Don't listen to him, Sirius. It's too close to the full moon. You don't want me using that.”

Sirius turned to look at Kreacher. “Is this true, Kreacher? It'll excite him?”

“Oh, yes, Master. He'll be tenting his pants before he gets to the slave room.”

“How long will it last?”

“Exactly one hour. I have more, Master, if we need it.”

Sirius turned to look at Remus, the bottle in his outstretched hand. “Take it, Remus.”

“No! I said, 'no!' and I mean it!” He looked at Sirius desperately. “Listen to me, Sirius. I have control issues with sex as it is near the full moon, but I can maintain if I'm careful. I'll become dangerous with this potion, you don't understand how dangerous I will be. I don't want to take that potion.”

“You know the Vow will kill one of us if you aren't taken downstairs, Remus. You are refusing to take the potion when given the understanding you won't be taken down without drinking it.” Sirius eyed Remus expectantly. “Drink the potion, Remus.”

“Maybe it would be better if I allow myself to die.” Remus' voice was a snarl, a dangerous look in his eye.

“Don't be ridiculous, Remus! The Order needs you, and Tonks wants you. You'll leave her alone if you die and she'll be heartbroken.” Sirius put his hands up, mockingly covering his heart while blinking his eyes as if lovesick.

“If you force me to fuck Hermione I'll break her heart anyway. Our relationship won't be worth a flip, it would kill 'Dora once she found out.” Remus looked Sirius in the eye. “I won't fuck two women, Sirius. I don't cheat. I'm not like that.”

“Oh, please, Remus.” Sirius rolled his eyes dramatically. “Now you are the one being ridiculous! What Tonks doesn't know, won't kill her! I forbid you to break it off with Tonks, you hear me? You could be fucking both girls daily, getting off some of that Wolf energy you have in between full moons!”

“I said 'NO!'”

Sirius drew his lips into a terse line. “Drink it, now, Remus. You aren't going downstairs without drinking it. Oh, no, you won't.”

“Master, we could always restrain him and force him to drink it.”

“Yes, we could, but that's our last resort, Kreacher. Remus, I really think it would be better if you drink the potion without being restrained.” He purposely made a show of looking from the elf to Remus' crotch. “Kreacher's been dying to check out your Wolf dick for a while now.”

Turning a look of loathing towards Sirius, then one of disgust towards Kreacher, Remus roughly grabbed the bottle out of Sirius' hand and brought it to his lips, hesitating a heartbeat before downing its contents in one gulp.

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The two men stood nose to nose.

“Sirius, I've told you several times to back off! Stop trying to rush us or nose in on the action! You forced us together, now have the decency to let us go at our own pace! Go sit in a chair and watch while you jerk-off for all I care, but leave us alone!”

Remus watched tensely as Sirius shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands, palms outward, while backing up and sitting in one of his overstuffed chairs, his dick bobbing as he moved.

Flashing a final scowl of warning towards Sirius, Remus slowly pivoted on his heel, looking around the room as he did so. He glanced at the piles of clothing strewn about on the floor, noting with anger how Hermione's gown was ripped in several places, remembering with disgust how Sirius had descended upon her when she refused to disrobe, him powerless to stop the man as he clawed at her outfit while she screamed and begged him to stop. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to erase the sounds of her crying from his mind, not wanting his subconscious to associate those sounds of fear and pain with the excited state his body was in. Struggling with himself as he felt the potion coursing through his veins like molten lava, he took in several more cleansing breaths before feeling he was under enough control to deal with the situation at hand.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and gave Hermione a thoughtful look as she stood before him, naked, trying to hide herself with her head hanging down and arms crossed over her chest, her belly large and low. Equally as naked as she, mortified that the potion he had been forced to ingest was working at its peak, he stepped gingerly towards her until he stood directly in front of her, her body seeming to shrink as he neared her. Gently, he brought his trembling hand up, cupping her chin, and tilted her face up so he could gaze at her intently for a few moments. His eyes sweeping over her face, he took in her almond-shaped eyes, her button nose, full lips, and the rosiness of her cheeks. 'Gods, she's so young. Far too young for a man my age. How do I make this easier for her? How do I help her deal with this?' He kissed her forehead, kissed her eyes, then kissed the tip of her nose before finally giving her a light kiss on the lips. He could taste the salt from her tears as he licked his lips and he brought his thumbs up to brush them away as he tenderly held her face in his hands.

“Hermione, look at me.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Hesitantly, she opened her eyes and looked at him, more tears spilling down her cheeks as she did so. His first thought, when he saw her frightened eyes, was that she resembled a doe caught in the headlights of a Muggle vehicle. He pondered the similarity between the two and hoped that Hermione was able to weather the storm that was brewing around her.

He closed his eyes again, struggling with his body as it tried its best to take his mind over, the potion Kreacher chose working as he had feared – exciting him more than a simple erection-inducing potion would. He was sure the damned elf knew how strongly the damned shit would affect him, he just hoped he was strong enough to keep himself under control when they began their lovemaking.

His voice shaking from the adrenaline coursing through his veins, he tried to calm her fears. “Hermione, it's all right, hon. We'll make it through this together. We'll be all right.” He paused a moment, watching her lips as they trembled slightly; lowering his head down, he kissed her briefly. “I want you to close your eyes and let me take care of you, okay?”

“But, R-R-Remus...”

Gently, he rubbed his thumb over her lips, quieting her. “Shhhh, Hermione.” He paused as he considered his words carefully. “It looks as if we're going to be..... lovers..... from now on, sweetie.” He watched her face closely as he said this, suddenly feeling a pang of worry that she would display disgust at the thought of being his lover. To his great relief, he sensed her duress was from being forced into a sexual relationship with a friend, and not disgust at having to mate with a werewolf. Sudden shame flooded over him. 'For Merlin's sake, man, this isn't about you! She's just a child, a child carrying a child, and you're about to become her lover, not by choice, but by force.' “We'll get used to it. We'll be okay. We just need to get used to the idea. But, right now, we have to make ourselves get through this first step. All right?”

She looked up at him with pure, unadulterated trust in her eyes, and it nearly tore his heart out.

“Yes, Professor.” Her reply a whisper, she took stock of her words, then corrected herself. “Yes, Remus.”

Rubbing her shoulders with his thumbs, he smiled wanly, remembering how he had admonished her in the kitchen so many months before for calling him 'Professor'.

“Come along then. We're going to get into bed.” Remus slid his hand down her arm, grabbed her hand, and guided her to the bed. When he turned to help her, he was finally able to get his first good look at her naked body. He was amazed at the size of her belly from this angle and his hand reached out to rub it without thought. Her breasts were far larger than he imagined, heavier looking, her nipples a deep, deep pink – almost red - as they readied themselves for the baby. His mouth watered at the sight of those succulent breasts, the deep pink contrasting erotically with her flawless peaches and cream complexion. He pulled her up to him, his hand sliding up from her belly and cupping a breast, his thumb rubbing over a hardening nipple. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “You're beautiful, Hermione.”

His hand slid from her breast, going up to push on her jaw, guiding her face upwards, her parted lips meeting his. He breathed into her mouth, “You're beautiful,” before bringing his lips down onto hers, his tongue entering her mouth and finding hers. He brought his one hand up to cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as his other hand slid down her back, coming to rest just above the curve of her buttocks. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on her taste and on the feel of her body against his – the hard peaks of her nipples against his chest deliciously surrounded by the soft pillows of her heavy breasts, her dewy lips as they slid provocatively on his while her tongue darted into his mouth and twirled around delectably, her round belly against his own, her satiny soft skin under his hands. He felt her arms go around his neck as she kissed him back, their kissing quickly becoming passionate. His potion-induced erection twitched and, seemingly impossibly, hardened even more. He broke the kiss, then began to nibble his way down her neck as he brought his left arm around her upper back and dragged her under him as he climbed onto the bed, her impassioned gasps acting as an aphrodisiac upon his over-stimulated body.

Remus sat back on his haunches and swung her legs around so she lay in the middle of the bed, at long last getting a glimpse of her hairless vulva, his eyebrows going up in surprise as he let out a moan. He brought a leg around her so he had one knee on either side of her hips and leaned over her, giving her another deep kiss before bringing his lips to her ear, his whispered, “Are you doing all right, sweetie?” between kisses eliciting a nervous giggle from his coerced lover.

He pulled back, a serious look in his eyes but a smile on his lips, his hand going up to caress her breast. He looked down at the abundant handful as he once again brought his thumb over her deep rose-red nipple, his head dipping down, his tongue finally able to lick more than his lips. Feeling the constellation of tiny pebbles on the surface of her areola as he wetly swirled his tongue around her turgid nipple, he suddenly and curiously remembered from the recesses of his brain that these erect bumps were called Glands of Montgomery. He pulled back and ran his thumb across the little bumps, knowing they were so prominent due to her being with child. Blowing on her nipple, he watched it become even more erect, its uneven surface seeming to darken even more as he watched. He lowered his head once again, taking in the nipple and swirling his tongue around it before pulling his head back while sucking, watching her breast follow, allowing the nipple to pull from his mouth so he could watch her breast bounce and jiggle back into shape before lowering his head to capture the other nipple with his hot, greedy mouth. As his head went back and forth, he heard Hermione give a gratified gasp, her hands coming up to hold his head close to her as she began to squirm beneath him. Now knowing he was, at long last, creating pleasure for her and not fear, he allowed himself to let go of his inhibitions and seek out his own indulgences.

He shifted his legs so he could hover over her, his penis grazing her belly as pre-cum dripped thickly, his hands holding her breasts as he sucked on them without abandon, her unrestrained moans compelling him to draw her nipples deep within the depths of his mouth, his tongue working with his lips to drive her mad with desire as he moved back and forth with great urgency, his own surge of feral lust nearly overcoming his reasoning and sense of punctilio, almost to the point of flipping her over without ceremony and forcing himself upon her. For a brief moment, the barbaric beast within him almost won out, and it was with great difficulty that he kept himself under control - especially since it was so close to the full moon. He knew the use of the potion was increasing his response to his urges, making him even more dangerous to the woman he was going to mate with than he normally would be at this time of the month. 'Gods, please let me do this without losing control and hurting her!' Closing his eyes and taking in deep breaths, Remus willed himself to discipline his movements and dampen his nearly overwhelming urges of carnality.

Finally, winning the war within himself and in command of all his faculties, knowing the girl beneath him had no idea how close she came to being ravaged savagely, he slowly nuzzled himself down to her abdomen, licking and kissing her full belly as both of his hands rubbed its sphere of child. Twice, he saw the infant within move, and he paused, not sure if he should continue until her impatient mewling bade him to go on.

Hermione couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have Remus touching her, how lovely his lips felt upon her, how gentle his hands were. She tried to keep from comparing the two men in her life as he moved his hands and lips over her, but she found she was unable to refrain from doing so. It had been months since Sirius had touched her in the tender manner she was experiencing now, with Remus, and she found herself reveling in the overwhelming sensations. She didn't question why her heart was racing or why her body wouldn't stay still; the whole moment felt so right as she responded with delight and great ardor to his ministrations. At one point, her instincts told her she was in jeopardy, but that moment passed as he lowered himself from her breasts, making her wonder if that sense of danger had been a figment of her overactive and over-stressed imagination.

Her body responding to him with an intensity she had never known with Sirius, she experienced a desperate desire to have him touch her between her legs; she wanted so much for him to enter her that she thought she'd go mad if he didn't, and she moaned feverishly and squirmed restlessly, shamelessly, when his fingers and mouth paused their exquisite busywork as the baby moved within her. She had a sudden fear flow through her, engulfing her senses with indignation that the child would cause him to turn away from her; a sudden deep-seated worry flare through her that he would stop pleasuring her even though Sirius demanded this of him. With great relief, she closed her eyes as his fingers began to move again, slowly dipping between her legs and exploring her folds, his body shifting so she could open her legs as his fingers dug impatiently into her flesh, then shifting again as he placed himself between her thighs, his knees nudging her open further while his hands made quick work of pushing her knees up and out.

Remus stiffened momentarily as his senses were overwhelmed by the fragrant womanly bouquet of her arousal wafting up potently and engulfing him as a tidal wave would the land; eyes wild, he sniffed the air about him like a stud dog smelling a bitch in heat, his mouth watering and his body tensing further. Shakily, he slid his hands down her thighs, his fingers slipping between her wet lower-lips as she sucked in a breath of heady desire and her ass reared back forcefully. He closed his eyes as he took in another deep breath; his wolf-cock aching for him to dip it into her fragrant juices, to have it sliding in and out of her slick warmth post-haste; his humanity and sense of amity rearing up, willing himself to wait, wanting to at least pleasure her first. His mind was a turmoil of urges and desires, consisting of man and beast, each doing its best to conquer the other as they tried to commandeer him – he felt himself struggling to remain whole and not dissociate, to not lose himself to his more base instincts. Most of all, he struggled to remain in control as he cursed the potion for making him feel dangerous, making him fear he would harm the girl if he were to lose what little restraint he had left.

He sniffed deeply again as his mind began to slip silently into a dense, suffocating fog. His words rumbled out of him in a low growl, his hands becoming coated with her thick secretions as he continued to finger her. “Hermione, you smell so good, soooo gooood.” He brought a trembling hand up, unsteadily sniffing his wet fingers before licking them clean as his control continued to ebb away. “So. Fucking. Good.”

“What, Remus? What?”

Her voice sounded dreamy and so far away, his mind clouding over as he lowered himself, his mouth clamping around her, his thirst for her juices overpowering. He felt her body writhe away from him as she dug her heels into the bed, his arms coming up and wrapping themselves around her thighs to still her movement as his mouth followed her. Noisily, he vigorously sucked and licked her; the petals of her nether lips and the hood of her clitoris being drawn into his mouth as his tongue swirled around them, making her cry out – though he knew not whether her cries were from pain or from ecstasy. He drank her secretions, the flowing fluid tasting like a nectar his life depended on. He didn't know if it was her normal chemical make-up or if it was due to her pregnancy, but he found he couldn't get enough of it, his tongue delving deep within her as he tried to draw more out of her. He closed his eyes and lost himself within the perfumes and taste of a woman, all pretense and hesitation gone.

Hermione vaguely heard Remus' voice but didn't hear his words, her mind concentrating on his touch as the fingers of both his hands finally delved around and within her, somehow intensifying her desperately uncivilized need for him instead of satisfying her fleshliness. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with the powerful sensation of his mouth drawing her into him, sucking hard, her clitoris spasming with a strong orgasm that became almost painful when he continued to mouth her like a man possessed. Her back arching, hands clutching through the air until they found purchase, one with the headboard, the other twisting and pulling on the sheets; her heels digging into the bed, she heaved herself through her unexpectedly strong orgasm, her near screams of ecstasy echoing through the room. She felt Remus wrap his arms around her thighs, his unexpected strength keeping her in place as she nearly convulsed with the combined sensations of pain and pleasure, her mind seeming to cease taking in any other stimuli apart from his mouth, her body working hard to feed the animal within him.

Sirius watched as his child lover and oldest friend went from platonic friends to ardent lovers within moments. He could smell their arousal from where he sat a few feet away, his hand slowly working his throbbing cock as he tried to keep from explosively climaxing before he could join them. “Gods, yes, eat that pussy, Remus. Devour that dripping cunt.” His words were forced out in shaky spurts through a tight jaw as he took in gasping breaths of heated desire, his fevered eyes taking in the scene before him as they roamed from Hermione's pained face, down to her breasts as they jiggled with her nearly frantic movements, over her belly, to Remus' face glistening with her wetness as his mouth worked her with a surprising expertness Sirius did not expect, and finally moving down Remus' body to watch his ass hump the sheets, every once in a while lifting up enough for him to see the man's cock as he slowly fucked the bed linen. He heard Hermione give out another desperate squeal, his eyes closing as he listened to the wet sounds of licking and sucking, the susurration of sheets, and the moans and squeals as they crescendoed and decrescendoed enticingly. “Fuck yeah, scream, baby, scream.”

His pre-cum thickly beading and dripping, he slid his fingers over the top of his penis, using his natural lubricant to ease the burn of his increasingly frantic masturbation as the throbbing ache encompassed his nuts and began to spread up into his lower abdomen. His body tightened as he watched Hermione's body arching and writhing, Remus' superhuman strength working to keep her in place, her cries of mindless pleasure music to his ears. He nearly cried as he watched, sure they would be glad, once they were done, to have been forced into this union they had both fought so hard to keep from entering. He continued to growl a commentary over their actions as he watched them for several more minutes before he began to feel impatient, Remus' prolonged sucking and licking not progressing to the good fucking he desperately wanted, so fucking desperately needed it to become.

Sirius stood up and stumbled to the bed, his free hand coming down upon Remus' shoulder. He shook Remus several times, finally calling his name until he got his attention.

“What?” Remus' mouth didn't leave Hermione's crotch though he did stop his activity, giving Hermione a chance to calm down and catch her breath, her high-pitched exhalations slowing slightly, her near agonized writhing stilling. His voice was coarse, libidinous, as well as irritated at the interruption from a competing male.

“Come on, Remus. Get to the fucking!”

Remus closed his mouth on Hermione's hairless vulva, his tongue circling her rim a few times before he sucked his lips away, her body jerking with the strength of his vacillating tongue and lips as they let her go.

His voice a growl, he gave a warning. “Go away, Sirius. She's mine to do with as I please.” He lowered himself closer to her, his mouth blowing on her before sucking on her juices noisily.

Sirius' lust did not allow him to realize the danger he was putting himself into as he prodded Remus' shoulder. “No, no, I want us to fuck her together. Come on, Remus, get on with it.”

Remus froze for a moment, his eyes closed as he struggled to keep from springing up and beating Sirius to a pulp for daring to disturb him during his feast. “Go away, Sirius. I'm warning you.”

“I said I want to fuck her, and I want to fuck her now, Remus.” Sirius' voice had a sharp edge to it, his voice also lowering into a growl of its own.

Remus licked his new lover's clit with the flat of his tongue, the squeal she gave out as she squirmed adding fuel to his fire.

Letting go of his prize's hips and thighs, Remus suddenly reared up on his knees, his hand grabbing Sirius by the throat, his eyes hard as his whole body tensed dangerously. He spoke through his teeth, his lips barely moving, but his words easily understood.

“Back off, friend, she's mine.”

Sirius brought both hands up and fought to free himself from Remus' vise-like grip, his voice strangled. “Let go! Let go! We're supposed to share her, Remus! I want to fuck her, and I want to fuck her, now!”

Remus shoved Sirius aside, Sirius falling onto the floor in a crouch, his hand coming up to rub his throat as he coughed a few times. He rolled his head around on his neck for a moment before standing to find Remus' mouth busy with his Kitten, her body moving ceaselessly, her squeals intensifying. He grabbed his wand.

“Remus, back off of her or I'll 'Crucio' your ass!” he bellowed angrily.

With his words, Remus froze. Slowly, with measured movements, he pulled away from Hermione, once again pulling himself up and sitting on his haunches. He turned his head to glare at Sirius, his face in a menacing scowl. “You'll fucking pay for making me stop.”

Sirius studied his friend's face worriedly, the realization of what was going on becoming clear as he remembered Remus' words before he drank the potion. “Remus, it's, it's because it's so close to the full moon, tomorrow is the full moon. That's, that's why you're acting so possessive of her, so animalistic.”

His voice low, his eyes dark and menacing, Remus appeared different, seemingly no longer completely a man. “Call it what you want, but you're interfering with my meal.”

Sirius licked his lips, his mouth gone dry. He saw Hermione frozen in place, obviously realizing she was in some sort of danger but not knowing exactly what. He could see her trying to get her breathing under control, a shaking hand on her belly. A distant voice, seemingly coming from the recesses of his brain, wondered if she could go into labor after such strong sexual stimulation. Worriedly, he watched her a moment more, then looked at Remus' face, and shivered at the thought of so much feral anger being directed towards his person. He decided to attempt diverting Remus' attention from cunnilingus; sensing the smell of her arousal, the near full moon, and the use of the potion a dangerous combination.

“Remus, don't you want to fuck her? Shove that, that aching cock into her nice tight, wet, and warm pussy? You, you need to stop dry-humping the sheets, man, and get on with the woman before you.”

Watching the man between his Kitten's legs inspect her cunt as his hand came up to stroke himself, he felt immense relief as he sensed the dangerous air about Remus dissipate. He watched as Remus grabbed Hermione's leg and turned her onto her side while he lowered himself behind her. He was pleased to see her put her arms up so she could clasp her hands around Remus' neck, beautifully exaggerating her already curved form. Sirius grabbed Hermione's leg and lifted it, forcing her to bend her knee, making Remus' entry into her easier and smoother as well as allowing him to see the action better. Fascinated, he watched as Remus used his hand to guide himself to his Kitten's entrance, her bottom rearing back at just the right moment as he jerked his hips forward, his large dick disappearing inside of her with one smooth stroke. The three of them moaned in unison as Remus began to pump, his hand now on her hip, guiding her to his movements. Sirius watched, captivated, as Remus' thickly-veined cock slid out almost all of the way, then slammed back within her, her juices glistening and bubbling from her cunt as her nether lips moved in sync to his powerful strokes.

Shakily, Sirius brought his hand down and began to rub around her swollen clit in a circular motion, his fingers on either side of the organ as it stood straight out, her body spasming as he pressed around either side of it. He watched as her clit slowly disappeared, its tip retreating back into its hood, her body arching, then stilling, as she silently climaxed, full of a man pounding into her while simultaneously being manipulated by another.

Unable to take it anymore, Sirius carefully crawled up the bed so he was lying in front of Hermione, his cock level with her face. He nearly came when Remus reached up and grabbed his dick, shoving Hermione's head forward as she noisily moaned while sucking him into her, the men's nearly identical feral growls becoming louder as she did so.

The three of them writhed together purposefully for many minutes, Hermione busy at both ends of her body as she worked hard to please both men. Slowly, she became aware of Kreacher's nose in her privates, then felt his mouth upon her as he began to lick and suck her clit. At times, the elf's tongue would lick along Remus' long dick as he pulled out of her, then continued tonguing her clit before sucking on it, making her jump and tighten as she moaned around Sirius' dick deep within her throat. Hermione closed her eyes as Remus squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples just right, while also pleased that his dick felt wonderful within her even though she knew she would later be sore due to his sheer size, combined with the ferocity of his strokes, hammering her inner flesh. She began to moan louder as Kreacher sucked her clit into his mouth and began to incessantly tongue her, knowing just what to do to make her cum. She brought her arms around Sirius' hips so she could suck him in deeper, his thrusts beginning to become uncoordinated as he shot himself down her throat, his acclamations echoing around the room. She continued to suck on him, just as he liked it, the flat of her tongue wrapped around his organ as she worked her mouth around his shrinking tip, his body quivering as he moaned with each gentle suck on his sensitive cock.

Hermione's body was thrumming with the heat of orgasm, Kreacher's mouth, Remus' dick, and his hands working together to bring her over the edge as she pulled away from Sirius, her climaxing cries mixed with strangled moans as she felt Remus' hand go back to her hip to keep her in sync with him as she spasmed around him.

Her eyes closed, she extended her neck so Remus' chin rested on her forehead as she concentrated on his member within her. Suddenly, she felt lips close around a nipple; surprised, she looked down to find Sirius' mouth engulfing her as Kreacher continued to lick and suck on both her and Remus, her body building towards another orgasm with the new stimulus on her breasts. She brought her hands around Sirius' head, holding him close to her as Remus began slamming himself into her harder, his moans turning into loud growls as he rolled her onto her belly, Sirius now beneath her, then pulled her hips up so she was on all fours, both of his hands vice-like on her hips as his steady rhythm picked up speed.

Dreamily, she watched as Sirius slid out from under her and crawled on the bed, positioning himself in front of her, his dick hard once again. She felt Remus grab her hair and pull her head back; obligingly, she opened her mouth and sucked in the twitching member in front of her, her tongue flattening as Sirius slid into her, his hands grabbing her hair so he could control her better as her body was forcefully rocked back and forth from both ends, the two men unconsciously forming a harmonizing rhythm with one another to maximize their pleasure as both fisted her hair, their fingers entwined.

Kreacher climbed under her, his mouth continuing to suck and lick on Remus and Hermione. At times he'd leave her acomovulvate to suck her nipples before going back down on her, working hard to make sure she remained wet for Remus as he continued to pump into her – he outlasted Sirius' second orgasm by many minutes.

Amazed at his longevity, Sirius sat back and watched as his friend's long, thick dick repeatedly pounded into his Kitten, her breasts swaying back and forth with each jarring entrance, her buttocks jiggling nicely as Remus' thighs and mons slapped against her.

Finally, Remus gave out a strangled growling yell as he lowered his head, his face wearing the look of pain Sirius recognized as one of impending climax, his fingers digging deeper into Hermione's hips, and his thrusts becoming irregular as his sperm shot out of him and into the warm, ridged tunnel that encased him.

Spent, Remus pulled out of and leaned over Hermione, his hands angrily shoving Kreacher away from her before coming back up to rub over her belly as he kissed her sweaty back in between gasping breaths. Moments later, he shook his head sharply as his fogged brain struggled to come back to reality, his arms pulling the girl up from her position on all fours, gathering her in a tight hug, his legs coming around on either side of her, his lips on her ear as he asked if she was all right.

Sirius watched, with great jealousy, as Hermione's arms came around Remus' neck, her face buried in his neck as she began to cry. He saw Remus' arms come around her protectively, tears in his own eyes as he tried to comfort the girl. 'What the fuck? Didn't they just have the most fantastic fuck-fest of all time? What the fuck are they crying for? Didn't they enjoy themselves?'

“What are you crying for?” Sirius couldn't keep the irritation out of his voice as he watched the tender moment unfolding before him, unable to comprehend its significance. “I thought we just had a great fuck. Why are you ruining the moment with tears?”

Remus felt Hermione stiffen as her tears flowed faster. He tightened his arms around her as he cooed to her that it would be all right. He turned a venomous look at Sirius, who returned a look of confusion. Remus didn't know what to feel towards his friend at the moment, other than anger and disgust, his compassion for the man nearly gone. It was obvious Sirius had no idea what he had just done to them. Remus felt soiled - he had betrayed Tonks, betrayed the Order, and had betrayed Hermione. He could have kept on refusing Sirius, but then he would have died due to the Vow, and Hermione's last hope of being saved would have died with him. His guilt wouldn't let him rationalize that he was forced into the sexual relationship, even though he knew it to be true. He knew she needed him, but he hated himself at that moment, wanting to let the Vow take him away from all this drama.

“Sirius, it's obvious you wouldn't understand. Just let us deal with what happened and leave us alone.”

Remus pulled a sheet around them both, climbed out of the bed, and carried Hermione to the couch. He sat down, sitting her next to him, but holding her closely, his hands pulling on the sheet to make sure she was decently covered. By now, she had quieted down and was sniffling into his chest, her arms down so they covered her breasts. He held her close, his one hand rubbing her arm while the other rubbed her cheek.

“Hermione, are you okay?”

She nodded her head silently, her lower lip trembling. 'I can't believe Remus and I had sex. I can't believe Remus and I had sex. And I enjoyed it.' She curled herself further as she pulled the sheets tighter around her. 'I shouldn't have enjoyed it. It shouldn't have felt good. He didn't want to do that with me. I should have fought it harder. I should have. I should have.'

“Now you see how hard it is to fight them, Remus?”

“I know, I'm sorry, I know.” He looked at her closely. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head as she took in a great, sleepy sigh, her eyelids drooping. “No. I'm okay.”

“You aren't cramping? I wasn't very gentle with you, though I did try.”

“I'm okay.”

“You're sure?”

“Honest, I'm okay.”

He laid a hand on her belly and felt it tighten. “You are cramping.”

“It's the cramping I've been doing, really. [Yawn] They're happening more often.”

Remus felt the tightening again and saw her purse her lips as she breathed through it. “Are you sure?”

“Sirius had brought me a book a while [Yawn] ago about pregnancy and labor. It called them 'Braxton Hicks' contractions.”

“How do you know you aren't in labor? Surely, what I did could have caused you to go into labor.” He paused briefly before continuing. “I know I'm not a small man, uh, down there.”

Hermione blushed, her eyes remaining closed as she squirmed against him, deliberately not answering his last remark. “Um, if they get stronger and more frequent, that's how you tell. That's what the book said.”

He watched worriedly as she breathed through another contraction.

Still naked, Sirius sat on the coffee table, his eyes flitting back and forth between them.

“Now that we've had our little bonding experience, you two, let's get on with it. We have an Order meeting to attend in two hours and I want to get in some more...”

Remus held up a hand. “Sirius! Please, quit with the crude talk. We know what you want. Give us a rest from it. Two hours is a long time for, for....” Remus struggled to find the right word, “for what you want,” he finished lamely.

“And I want to fill those two hours in as much as possible with some good fucking. Maybe I should have Kreacher bring Ginny and Ron down. How about it, Remus? That way we wouldn't have to share the same girl. I've been itching to watch Ron do Ginny for a while now.”

“Sirius, no, not that. Don't force brother and sister to perform with one another.”

“Why not? 'Incest is best' and all that rot. Kreacher tells me they've been fucking for months now, anyway. Bet you didn't know that, did you?” Sirius laughed at the look on Remus' face. “No, from the look on your face, I can tell you didn't know.”

“Dear God, Sirius!” Remus stood up, unmindful of his naked form. He backed away slightly when Sirius also stood, his body far too close to his own for comfort. “Ron and Ginny? The elf has sucked them into it as well? Who else? Who else has he turned into sex slaves for his own enjoyment? Merlin! Who knew house elves did this shit? I've never heard of a house elf doing this to a family before!”

“The twins.”

“Fred and George? What about them?”

“They're one with each other as well.”

Remus reared back, horror and disgust on his face. “Nooooo, no, it can't be! They're, they're doing each other? Who, who else? Harry?”

“No! Harry has his eyes on Ginny, he just doesn't know it yet.”

“But, but I thought...”

“That Cho girl?” Sirius snorted as he shook his head. “No, he wants Ginny.”

“But, but, Harry likes Cho. And I thought you said Ron and Ginny...”

Sirius shrugged his shoulders. “Ron and Harry are best friends.”

“So?”

“They'll share. She'll make them both happy, just as Hermione did for us.”

Remus pointed angrily at Hermione. “That did not make me happy, Sirius! That was sick, forcing me to do her the way you did!”

“Fuck, Remus! You enjoyed the hell out of yourself! She was moaning right along with us, and she wasn't even drugged like you!”

“Sirius, I...”

“Admit it, Remus, you enjoyed fucking her. You fucked the shit out of her and you liked it, didn't you?”

“Sirius, she, I...”

Sirius walked up to Remus and nearly shouted in his face. “Admit it! You enjoyed fucking her!”

The two men began yelling at each other, one in denial, the other forcing facts. Hermione pulled the sheet over her head so that only her eyes were uncovered, watching the two naked men nearly come to blows.

“All right! All right! I admit it, I liked fucking her! Happy now? Jesus fucking Christ, Sirius. Jesus.” Remus sat down in the chair, his head down as he shook it.

With a smug smile, Sirius gloated over Remus. “Just as I thought, Remus, just as I thought.” Hermione watched as Sirius walked over to her and began pulling on the sheet wrapped around her. “Well, Kitten, it's time for you to come out and do what you do best.”

“Leave her alone, Sirius.” Remus stood up and made to grab at Sirius' arm, but Sirius pushed him back. Hearing a growl to his right, Remus turned to find Kreacher with a deadly look on his face.

“Why? I thought you liked fucking her.”

Remus turned his attention back to Sirius. “I'm a man, Sirius. I'll like fucking any woman. That doesn't mean it's okay to fuck any woman. And it's never okay to force yourself on a woman. I thought you believed that as well. Where are your morals?”

“Morals schmorals. I can guarantee you that it's okay to fuck Hermione. Oh, yes, it is. She knows what to do with all three orifices, and she's about to use all three at once in a few moments.”

“No.”

“I'll make you take the potion again, Remus.”

“Don't, Sirius. It's too dangerous for me to use just now. I came very close to losing control and hurting her.”

“I kept you under control.”

“Barely. Just barely.”

“Then don't make me force the potion on you. Either do her without it or I make you take the potion. I want to watch her deep throat that cock of yours.”

Remus shot a look at Hermione, he could see her pulling the sheet around her tighter and was sure the shaking of her shoulders meant she was crying again.

“Come on, Sirius. I've had sex with her, isn't that enough? Isn't that what you wanted? Leave it be for now.”

“No, there's a lot more for us to experience together, Remus. We've only just begun. Sex isn't only between man and woman, you know.”

Remus stepped back, flabbergasted. He felt his hands go cold. Was Sirius implying he have sex with Kreacher? Surely not. No, he'd die before he did that.

“Besides, Hermione isn't the only one who knows how to use her mouth on that nice big dong you call a dick, you know.”

Remus brought a fist up. “Sirius, don't you let that fucking elf near me!”

“Why? You didn't mind it when he was licking you while you were fucking her, when his tongue was sliding along your shaft as you pumped out of her, his mouth sucking on you before you rammed yourself back into her.” Angrily, he pointed at Remus' privates. “His fingers were massaging your balls, for Merlin's sake! Don't tell me you didn't know, your moaning intensified while he handled you.” He paused briefly, his voice lowering as he looked Remus in the face. “Besides, Kreacher isn't who I meant.”

Remus' eyes shot from Sirius' hand as he continued to pull on the sheet covering Hermione to the other man's eyes. “You, you mean, you don't, you aren't, you...”

Shrugging, Sirius continued to pull on the sheet, trying to tug it out from under her as she clung to it. “Being with Kreacher has taught me a great deal about my sexual self, Remus. I found watching your nice, big, wolf dick bobbing through the air a huge turn on. Kind of made me wonder if I could take it all in without gagging, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh shit, Sirius, oh shit.”

“That's another thing we need to discuss.”

“What?”

“Anal sex.”

“No. Oh, fuck no, absolutely not. Shit, Sirius! Come on!”

“Hopefully, that won't happen during that little act, but, if it does, Kreacher knows what to do with it.” He turned to look at Hermione as he tugged the sheet out from under her and threw it over the back of the couch, the snapping and crackling of static electricity filling the absolute silence in the room. “Doesn't he, Kitten?”

“Sirius, I'm *not* fucking you.”

“Actually, I'm not talking about me. Nooooo, no, nobody fucks me up the arse. I'm talking about the elf, my man.”

“What?” Remus looked at Kreacher, revulsion on his face as the elf gave him a large, toothy smile. He felt panic rising in his chest. “No! Absolutely not! It's bad enough you made me, made me, do... Hermione. But, I refuse to fuck an elf! I draw the line at fucking an elf!”

“The alternative is, he fucks you. You want that instead?”

Remus' ass tingled uncomfortably at the thought as he sat in the chair, his legs suddenly feeling like jello. “What? No, no, I, no.”

“Then let's get on with it. I think that maybe you just need a half dose of that potion instead of a full dose. Just enough to get you good and hard. I don't want you clawing Kreacher's back or anything while you're busy. I want to be able to pleasure my Kitten while you're busy and not worry about you losing control again.” He smiled at Remus. “Just be sure to use some lube, old friend. Kreacher! Let's have some more of that potion for Remus, shall we?”

Remus vaulted out of the chair, his hands going for Sirius' neck. Before he was able to take two steps, he found himself flying through the air and landing on the floor next to the couch. He looked up to see Kreacher, his hand outstretched, with an angry look on his face.

“Master, I think the Wolf needs to be punished.”

“Yes, I believe you're right, Kreacher.” Swiftly, Sirius used his wand to bind Remus with invisible rope before turning to consult with the elf. “What, pray tell, shall we do for punishment?”

Minutes later, Remus, still coughing after nearly strangling on the liquid he was forced to drink, and now drugged with Kreacher's potion, found himself with an elf's mouth around his very large, very hard member. He squirmed and yelled, cursing at Sirius to get the elf off of him, but Sirius merely forced a tearful Hermione to sit on his face.

“Remus, if I were you, I'd start licking my Kitten's cunt. Oh, yes, I would. I want to see her orgasm while Kreacher sucks you off. Get busy, now. If you don't, you may find yourself sucking Kreacher's dick instead of having him sucking yours.”

Sirius got on his hands and knees and watched as Remus' mouth began to work Hermione's clit. He then turned slightly so he could watch Kreacher laboring over his friend's wolf-dick. “Yeah, suck that puppy in, Kreacher! Suck it in!” He watched Kreacher's lips tighten around it as he sucked down the shaft, only able to go a little more than half way before gagging on it. The elf brought his hands around the remaining dick and worked both mouth and hands together until Remus began to moan into Hermione's vulva and hump his hips, his huge dick ramming into the back of Kreacher's throat at intervals.

Hermione couldn't believe what Sirius was allowing Kreacher to do to Remus. She closed her tear-filled eyes as she crouched low over Remus' face while on her hands and knees, feeling guilty as she helped punish the man who only wanted to help her. She kept whispering under her breath, hoping he heard her, “I'm sorry, Remus, I'm sorry.” She tried to allow the feeling of his tongue and mouth excite her, hoping that once she climaxed that Remus' ordeal would be over, but she could not. While she didn't not like the sensations he was producing, she couldn't allow herself to relax enough to come anywhere near a feeling of orgasm.

Suddenly, her hair was yanked on and her head jerked up. Before her, she found Sirius, his dick pushing against her lips before her head stopped its upward movement, his glans raking past her teeth as he sucked in a pained gasp. Quickly, she opened her mouth to allow him unhindered entrance as she listened to Remus' moaning and Kreacher's slurping.

Remus coughed a few times as her juices began to flow, and she knew they would be running down his face since he was struggling to deal with the sensations Kreacher was giving him while also attempting half-heartedly to perform cunnilingus on her. Briefly, she thought about the fact that Ginny didn't seem to be as abundant in her sexual secretions as she was, and she wondered who the normal one was when it came to that. Hermione felt shame come over her. 'Gods, what a thing to think about at a time like this!'

Slowly, and as unobtrusively as she could, she maneuvered herself so that Remus' lips and mouth had easier access to her clit while also allowing her juices to run down his chin instead of into his nose and mouth. She discovered that she liked the feeling of his chin on her and moved down even more so that she could rub herself harder and faster against it, the familiar tingling urgency beginning to spread throughout her loins and abdomen until she finally came, her moans muffled as they emerged throatily around Sirius' dick while he grabbed her hair and rammed himself into her harder until he finally spurted thickly down her throat.

Suddenly, she felt Remus move his head so he could suck her into his mouth, his sucking strong as he began to drink down her fluids, his tongue pushing into her as he licked her insides. She knew then, that he had finally lost himself to the potion. She moved herself so he could get at her easier, spreading her legs open as far as she could without interfering with his movements, careful to keep from covering his nose. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to enjoy his mouth as he moaned and growled and sucked while Kreacher took care of him below. Hermione twisted to look behind her and saw Kreacher sitting on Remus, hopping up and down, looking like a carousel horse in fast forward. She turned away, not wanting to watch as she listened to Sirius praise the elf, both of them delving their fingers into her as she enjoyed Remus' mouth. She tried to keep Sirius from pulling her up so he could maul her breasts with hand and mouth, but his strength was more than she could resist as he magicked her hands behind her and out of the way. She closed her eyes, letting their combined touch overwhelm her as she began to climax, Sirius holding her down so she couldn't pull away from Remus, forcing her to orgasm repeatedly until she was near exhaustion.

Finally, once the potion's effects wore off, Sirius released her hands and allowed her to crawl off of Remus. He watched her attempt to stand a few times before picking her up and carrying her to the bed when it became apparent that her legs were too wobbly to hold her up. Almost immediately, she snuggled into the covers and drifted off to sleep, her mind shutting down as she had been taught to do by Kreacher after she had sex. Blissfully unaware, she slept through the yelling that began where the men were as Remus was subjected to more punishment.

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(Later that night)

Slamming Sirius against the wall in his room, Remus bellowed, “I can't believe you did that shit to me, Sirius!”

Sirius did nothing to stop Remus as the man shook him and shoved him against the wall repeatedly.

“I'd get a shower, if I were you, Remus.” Sirius' voice was dispassionate, his face emotionless. “You smell of sex, and we all know it would break Tonks' heart if she smelled Hermione on you, now wouldn't it? Or if she smelled me or Kreacher on you, for that matter.” Besides, we have the meeting to go to in,” Sirius consulted his pocket watch, “twenty minutes. And we both know how good a nose Snivellus has, don't we? So, hurry up and take a shower so I can shower.” He paused to eye Remus thoughtfully as he reached up and slowly dragged a finger down the other man's chest. “Or, if you want, we could shower together.”

A scowl on his face, Remus grabbed Sirius' hand with a crushing grip and threw it away from him as he stepped back and exclaimed, “I fucking hate you, Sirius! I never thought I'd live to see the day that I'd say that, but I do.”

“I'm sorry you feel that way. As much as you enjoyed using Hermione, you'd think you'd be thanking me.”

“If what you did to me is any indication of what you do to her, I'll never thank you! Never. Gods, Sirius! Gods!” Remus' voice broke as he struggled with his emotions. “How could you do that to me? How? How?”

“You enjoyed it.”

“I can assure you, I did not.”

“Please, you were as good as my Kitten. Being the middle man has the advantage of doing two things at once, of pleasuring two people at once. My Kitten understands that.”

Remus thought he was going to vomit as he remembered what they had forced him to do as punishment, so glad Hermione had somehow slept through his hideous humiliation.

Remus stared at Sirius, pure hate upon his face as tears gathered in his eyes, his voice trembling. “You belong in St. Mungo's with Lockhart, you do know that, don't you?”

Sirius brushed off his shirt, his voice annoyingly calm. “No. No, I don't believe I do. I belong up here, with my Kitten at my side, using her as I see fit.”

“Stop calling her that.” Remus' voice was savage, his fists clenched.

“What?”

“Your 'Kitten'. That's an endearment for her you don't deserve to use.”

“I love her, Remus. She is my Kitten.”

“How can you say you love her? When you force, force her to, Gods, Sirius! You forced me to fuck her! To basically rape her! How can you say you love her? How?”

“I do love her, Remus. I don't know why you fail to see it.”

“You, you don't know? You don't know why I don't see it? Sirius! What happened to loving a woman you cherish and respect! You don't respect Hermione! You certainly don't cherish her!”

Sirius glared, his pupils enlarging with anger. “I do so cherish her! She's my Kitten! She's mine! She'll always be mine!”

“That's not cherishing, Sirius. That's possessing. There's a huge difference between the two.”

“Just get the fuck out and shower, Remus!” Sirius shoved Remus as hard as he could, almost knocking him down in his anger. “Get the fuck out of my face!”

Remus stood a moment, glaring at the enraged man before him, once again reflecting upon the thought that he had finally gone completely insane. He corrected himself, knowing Sirius was not completely deranged, not yet anyway, but he was sure the man was holding a one way ticket to the madhouse. He pondered how much longer his old friend would be able to act sane enough in front of the others before they realized he needed to be carted off to St. Mungo's, for he knew Sirius had already begun to attract attention by the other Order members as his sanity disintegrated bit by bit.

And, he worried about how many more people Sirius would ruin before his mind completely lost its balance and tumbled down the rabbit hole, lost forever in the dark tunnels of insanity.

Slowly, sadly, Remus turned as he accioed his toiletries with his wand that Sirius had finally returned to him, heading for the bathroom so he could try to symbolically scrub his body clean of his disgrace; knowing his mind would never be free from the guilt his memories invoked; knowing that his mind would be, forever more, tarnished and unclean.

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Author's notes, you may freely skip:

Braxton Hicks contractions:
http://pregnancy.about.com/cs/laborbasics/a/bhctx.htm
http://www.americanpregnancy.org/labornbirth/braxtonhicks.html
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/imagepages/2254.htm
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Stockholm Syndrome, kidnapping, child abuse, and battered wives:
http://www.amazon.com/Could-Happen-Anyone-Battered-Women/dp/0761919953
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stockholm_syndrome
http://samvak.tripod.com/torturepsychology.html
http://www.apologeticsindex.org/353-stockholm-syndrome
http://knol.google.com/k/raj-persaud/stockholm-syndrome-kidnapping-and/4kby5muufrzo/2#
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Feral child named Genie:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genie_(feral_child)
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Male dogs:
http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/823107
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Glands of Montgomery:
http://parenting.ivillage.com/pregnancy/pfirsttri/0,,469b,00.html
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Glandulae_areolares.jpg
http://www.imaginis.com/breasthealth/breast_anatomy_print.asp
http://www.soc.ucsb.edu/sexinfo/?article=8541
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This chapter was originally far longer, and the birth was going to be chapter 25... However, I decided this chapter needed to be split due to so much information being contained within it and due to it being so intense... So, the birth is now in chapter 26... I'm sorry! Truly I am! The chapter's are already written, so, honest engine, the birth is in chapter 26!

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