Triangle of Lust

CAUTION: This chapter contains Ginny in a not so nice game of pain...if that bothers you, don't read the last half.


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

She heard the faint ‘click’ of the door behind her and Harry slowly started pushing her inside her room, his mouth never leaving hers as they walked together. He kicked the door shut with his foot and wound his arms around her tighter, kissing her more passionately before dropping his mouth to her neck, licking the junction where shoulder meets neck, then suckling slowly, nipping his way back up to claim her lips again.

She sighed in response to his touch as he slowly started moving them to her bed, lowering her down gently before climbing on top of her. One hand wound in her hair while the other traveled down her body. Lightly cupping her breast, then caressing her stomach and hip, before reaching her thigh. His mouth found her neck again as he drew her knee up to his waist and settled closer to her. She gasped in pleasure as his hands started undoing the buttons on her shirt, his mouth following in their wake. When he took her hardened nipple in his mouth, she arched into him.

“Hermione, you’re beautiful,” he panted, “so beautiful.”

His words were like a bucket of ice-cold water and she froze instantly.

“Hermione? Are you ok, love?” he asked, looking into her eyes with concern.

Shaking her head slowly, she reached to his chest and pushed him away. When he took the hint, he crawled off of her, hurt etched on his face as she sat up beside him.

“I’m sorry, Harry, I can’t do this.”

“Hermione, what’s going on? I thought you wanted this,” he said, the tears swimming in his eyes nearly did her in.

“Harry, you’re sexier then I ever imagined and I love you, I really do. But I love you as my best friend, as my brother, I guess. And, well, this is just a shock,” she added quietly.

“I thought you said you knew, that everyone knows,” he said as confusion replaced the hurt on his face.

“Everyone knows? Everyone knows what?”

“That I want you, Hermione. You said earlier that I wasn’t innocent and that everyone knows. I guess I thought you were ok with this.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth flew open in shock. “No, Harry,” she said slowly as comprehension dawned on her, “everyone knows about you and Charlie.”

“Charlie?!” he said loudly, his own face showing the shock he felt that that secret was no longer hidden. “Everyone knows about Charlie, and me?”

He looked scared and Hermione felt for him, but she also knew that their friendship was hanging in the balance and they had to talk about it. “Yes. Well not everyone, per se, but those close to you. Sirius, Remus, and myself. I don’t know about anyone else.”

“Sirius knows?” he asked, looking horrified.

“Yes, and he doesn’t care if that’s what you’re worried about. He only wants to see you happy.”

“Oh,” he said, looking very relieved. “Do you care?”

“Of course not, Harry? Although I am a bit confused about what just happened. I mean, if you’re with Charlie and all.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before beginning. “Well, I’ve wanted to be with you forever, Hermione. No, wait, just hear me out,” he said, looking a bit scared, but very determined. “I knew I couldn’t have you because of Ron, but by the time you two fell apart, I was already with Ginny. You know she was always throwing herself at me, and the only reason I agreed to go out with her in the first place was because I knew I couldn’t have you. Then Charlie came back and we started talking and getting close. He made me feel things I’ve never felt for anyone but you.”

They were sitting on the edge of her bed and Harry ran his hands threw his hair making it stand on end, and him look like the little boy from so long ago. She put her hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her. The pain and confusion written on his face tore at her, but she had always been honest with him and knew this wasn’t the time to stop.

“I think it’s great that you’ve found someone, Harry. But you need to tell Ginny. You two should start by being honest with each other. And speaking of honesty, I think you should know, I’m sort of seeing someone right now.”

“Seeing someone? How are you seeing someone when you hardly ever leave? Who is it, can I ask?” he said, his sad expression making her turn her head as she took a deep breath.

“It’s Remus. We’re not together, so to speak. We’re…it’s complicated.”

“You’re shagging, aren’t you?” he asked angrily.

“Well, that’s one way to put it,” she replied tartly.

“Is there another way? What, has he proposed or something?”

She looked to the floor, wondering why she was suddenly saddened to realize that he never would.

“Bloody hell, you’re in love with him, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice lowering as concern for her took over.

“No, Harry, I’m not in love with him,” she lied, to him and to herself.

“I’m sorry for assuming you wanted this too. Does this…does this change us?”

She saw the fear and uncertainty return and answered honestly, “only with regards that I now know you’re an amazing kisser, and I’m sure a very skilled lover.” She grinned up over to him and he smiled back.

They both stood up and walked to her door, her hand in his as he stopped and looked down at her. He brushed the hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “If anything changes, you know, with Remus, do you think…?”

“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it, okay? Right now, I think I need my best friend more than anything, without having to worry about sending you mixed signals or something.”

“Always so intelligent,” he said, before kissing her cheek and leaving her room.

Resting her head on the door, she wondered to herself if this day could have possibly gotten any more complicated.

The next morning, Hermione woke fairly early and went to the kitchen. The house was silent and she was shocked to see Sirius brooding in the shadows when she walked in the room.

“Sirius, I didn’t think anyone would be up.”

He looked out the window at the rising sun and just shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” she asked quietly, walking over to sit beside him and taking a drink of his coffee.

He smirked up at her and replied, “just waiting.”

“For Remus?” she asked in understanding.

“Yea. What about you?”

“Couldn’t sleep, thought I’d fix breakfast.”

Sirius looked horrified for a moment and then said, “please, don’t! I’ll do it.”

She laughed at him and smacked his shoulder. “I only meant for myself. I wouldn’t subject anyone else to that torture. However, since you did offer, I want toast and eggs.”

“Wicked witch,” he mock glared at her before getting up to start cooking, leaving her with his coffee.

As breakfast started, they heard the front door open and Remus walk in. Hermione was shocked at his weak and ragged appearance, but immediately ran to him, only to have Sirius beat her there. Sirius looped one of the werewolf’s arms around his neck and motioned for Hermione to do the same. Slowly they walked him upstairs and into his bedroom. Hermione pulled down the blankets and helped Sirius get him situated. She sat down with him, as Sirius took his other side and they watched him relax.

“What’s burning?” he asked, his voice ragged and his eyes heavy.

“Oh, shit!” Sirius exclaimed before running out of the room and down the steps.

Hermione giggled then wrapped her arms around Remus and held him tightly.

“You threatened to cook, didn’t you?” he asked wryly.

“Worked like a charm. Do you think you’ll be up to eating?”

“Probably not,” he sighed. “Hermione, I never wanted you to see me like this,” he added, watching her concerned face as her eyes took in his fresh cuts and ragged appearance.

Lightly cupping his cheeks she softly replied, “I want to be here for you, Remus. I want to take care of you.”

A myriad of emotions crossed his eyes before he looked at her. “Thank you,” he said, glancing at the door, then kissing her softly on the lips.

“Sirius doesn’t know about us, does he?” she asked, pulling away and sitting next to him.

Remus looked guilty for a moment and then said, “no, he doesn’t. It’s not that I don’t want him to, it’s just that…well, I don’t know why I haven’t told him, to be honest.”

“I see. Am I your dirty little secret?” she asked cheekily.

“You know it,” he answered before Sirius peered in the doorway and told her breakfast was ready.

“Have you been watching him?” he asked when they heard Sirius’ footsteps on the stairs.

She grinned at Remus and said, “yes, I have. I think our plan will go without a hitch. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Definitely. If I wasn’t so weak, I’d take you right here.”

She laughed at him and said, “get some sleep, love,” and then realized he had already drifted off. She lightly kissed his forehead, then his lips. “I love you, Remus Lupin. Merlin help me, but I do.”

Several hours later she was walking to the library and saw Remus’ door ajar. Quietly walking over, she peeked inside and saw something that completely warmed her heart. Sirius was sitting beside Remus and loving stroking his face. In his hands was a bowl of liquid which he would use to dab on some of Remus’ cuts. Hermione could see his love for Remus written all over his face, while Remus slept on, completely oblivious to the attention he was getting. She felt herself aching for what they unknowingly shared, and understood at that moment that no matter how much fun the three of them were having, she would never see either of them look at her like that. Saddened by this fact, but determined not to let it bother her yet, she walked on to the library, meeting Harry and Charlie on the way.

“Oh, hey you two. Where are you off to?”

“Diagon Alley,” Charlie answered as Harry nervously looked at her. “I have to pick up supplies for Hagrid’s newest friend, don’t ask, and Harry agreed to go with me.”

She smiled broadly at them and noticed that Harry relaxed. “Well, have fun! When do you think you’ll be back?”

“There’s quite a bit to do, so it will be late. We’ll have to go see this friend of Hagrid’s and I’m sure he’ll keep us there for a while. Better not wait up,” Harry said, kissing her on the cheek like always as they turned to walk away.

“As long as it’s not another dragon,” she said quietly, making both the boys chuckle.

She turned around quickly, thinking she heard the click of a door behind her, Ginny’s door, then continued on to the library. She was joined later by Remus and Sirius and they all enjoyed a nice, long, quiet afternoon together, before Hermione decided to go take a shower before dinner. Smiling as Remus and Sirius both agreed to cook, she gathered her books and replaced them. Waving bye to the boys, she caught Sirius’ wicked wink, and then walked down the hall.

A noise startled her out of her own thoughts and she stopped to listen. She heard muffled voices from Ginny’s room and one sounds like it said her name. The door wasn’t closed, so she walked over. Feeling like a spy for looking in doors so much lately, her curiosity was too peaked to walk away. She gasped in shock, but found herself unable to move as she watched the scene before her.

“What did you say? Where‘s your boyfriend?” Kingsley’s hardened voice asked.

“He left with Charlie for the after noon. I said he wants that slut. That’s why he won’t be with me. I saw him last night, coming from her room after you left. The cheating bastard,” she spat, “he’s probably always wanted her. Wonder if he knows she’s been with everyone in the Order already.”

Hermione stood rooted to the spot. Was Ginny talking about her? Everyone in the Order? She’d only been with two people, well, soon to be three--and that was certainly not “everyone in the Order’.

“So that’s why you called me here? To fuck you since your precious Potter wants someone else’s cunt? I think you just like my cock. I think,” he paused, grabbing her hair roughly and pulling her to him as she whimpered, “you just like what I do to you. You like it rough, don’t you? You like what only I give you. Answer me!!”

“Yes,” she whimpered, “I like what you can give me.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, releasing her and walking in a circle around her, watching her watch him the entire way around. “What is it you want tonight?”

“Rough,” she whispered, “I want it really rough.”

He looked at her appraisingly before asking, “do you remember the word? I don‘t want to hurt you.”

“Yes,” she answered. “Please, I want it.”

“Take your clothes off,” he commanded, “slowly.”

Hermione gasped when she felt a hand clamp over her mouth and two warm bodies behind her.

“I told you I knew you liked to watch, but if the door is open, who can blame you?” Sirius whispered so only she could hear.

She felt a cooling sensation spread through her body and realized she had just been disillusioned by Remus. Turning, she saw they took on the same appearance, or lack of, and were watching the show as well.

“On your knees,” said Kingsley, turning their attention back to the couple inside the room.

Ginny obediently dropped to her knees, her hands to her sides, and her eyes never leaving the dark man in front of her. He walked towards her, his trousers unzipped, stroking his large cock in his hand.

“Suck me. Make me come,” he commanded.

Ginny took him into her hands and then her mouth. Just like the night before, he grabbed her hair and jerked her forward as he thrust into her. She gagged around him, tears leaking down her face, but continued to massage his balls and moan around his hard erection. In no time at all, his thrusting became harder and he forced himself deeper into her mouth.

“Take it all…Make me come…Oh YES,” he cried as he thrust into her again. “That’s it baby. Here it comes. Swallow my come, bitch.”

Hermione stood in shock at the harshness of his words. If she hadn’t seen his previous concern, she would have sworn he was hurting her.

“You’re the slut and you know it,” he said, dragging her up by her hair and pinching her nipples hard. “You come to me, bitching about her, when you know you’re the real whore. Aren’t you?” he growled, twisting her nipple harder. “Tell me what you are!”

“I’m your whore!”

“That’s right. Now, get on the bed,” he ordered.

She lay on the bed without a word. His gaze followed to where her fingers were pointing and his lips turned up in an evil smile as he pulled the leather strap off the bed.

Slowly, he ran the strap across her chest, stomach, and legs, then brought it down hard on her breasts, making Hermione jump and Sirius chuckle as she stepped on his toes. The strap came down again, this time on her stomach, before being lifted into the air and striking her breasts again.

“Make yourself come,” he demanded. “I want to watch.”

Her fingers lowered to her clit and she began rubbing herself furiously, whimpering in pain each time the strap struck her body. He struck her across her breasts again, leaving red welts on her body, then he struck her across her hand and clit, moving down her thighs as her body convulsed and she came, screaming his name loudly.

“Good girl,” he said quietly. “Now, turn over. Get on your hands and knees.”

She did as instructed, raising herself onto her hands and exposing herself to him.

“Prepare yourself for me,” he commanded, slowly taking off his clothes as she watched him.

She began licking her fingers, leaving generous amounts of saliva on them, and slowly inserting one finger into her puckered hole. Whimpering at the sensation, she added another finger and began to work them back and forth, opening herself up to him as he crawled up behind her.

He settled himself at her entrance, holding her hips so she couldn’t move away, he quickly thrust into her, his balls slapping against her clit as she screamed out in pain.

“Gods, that hurts so bad,” she cried.

Immediately he stilled his actions, “use the word if you want me to stop, Ginny,” he said softly, though his voice was strained.

“No, don’t stop. Hurt me, make me forget him, forget them all.”

He began thrusting into her again, as she cried harder and screamed out in pain.

Hermione jumped as Sirius moved from behind her, pulling the door shut and murmuring spells at it. When he turned, she could see his horrified expression, one that she noticed matched Remus’ as well.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius muttered, shaking his head slightly.

“Who would have thought?”

Hermione was silent, letting the two men with her escort her to her room and away from what she’d just seen.

“Do you think she’s ok?” she asked finally.

“You heard him, apparently this is a game of theirs. Rough is one thing, but that, that was just a bit much for me,” Remus mumbled.

“Lucky you were replaced the other night then?” Sirius asked cheekily.

“It’s you she’s been after, mate,” Remus replied. “I don’t think even I could get that rough,” he said, somewhat in awe.

“Right, well, I’m off to obliviate myself from seeing her naked, and then start supper. Good bye you two.”

“Good bye, Sirius,” they replied.

When he was gone, Remus turned back to Hermione and kissed her gently. “So, I’m not the only one with voyeuristic tendencies, then?”

“Apparently not,” she answered. “But they were talking about me, that’s why I stopped. Ginny seems to think I’m a slut.”

“What?!”

“She saw Harry come out of my room late last night and just assumed we had been, you know.”

“Were you?” he asked, a look on his face that she couldn’t describe.

“No, we were talking,” she answered, half telling the truth.

“You’re not a slut, Hermione. However, tomorrow’s the night with Sirius, right?” His look was hopeful, drawing Hermione back into their own little game, albeit slightly less twisted and a hell of a lot less painful.

“Yes, tomorrow night I try my hand at seduction. Right now however, I need that shower more than ever!”

He kissed her for a long time, before opening her door allowing her to go in and wishing he could join her in the shower, but turning to help Sirius with supper, among other things.


A/N: Sorry, I just couldn't let Harry have his way!!!
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