Hurt

Sirius watches as Hermione slowly sips on her glass of water. Harry frowns as she eyes him.

“Has she told you who did it yet?” Ron asks.

Remus sends a warning glare at Sirius when the man opens his mouth to speak. “No, not yet,” he says.

Hermione looks at him then winces when a sharp stab of pain hits her side.

“What’s wrong?” he asks and sits up straighter. Another pang hits so she whimpers. “Shit,” he hisses and moves over to her. “Sirius, get Poppy,” he orders as blood soaks into the side of the shirt.

Harry and Ron watch as Remus quickly unbuttons the garment and pulls it off of her as Sirius hurries over to the fireplace. Hermione cries in pain as she tries to clutch her side. Remus restrains her hands with one of his as Poppy steps out of the fire.

“What happened?” she asks as she moves over to the couch.

Remus unwraps the bandages so Hermione’s breasts bounce free. Harry, Ron, and Sirius’ eyes catch on the pale globes so they stare.

“Remus, get a calming potion from Severus. She’ll need it after this,” Poppy says and spells the blood away. She applies a generous amount of salve to the wound so Hermione screams.

Sirius blinks when Poppy growls softly. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“This wound is not closing. It should have closed by now what with the amount of salve I used this morning,” she murmurs and applies pressure with a clean bandage. “Did you find out who did this to her?”

“Not yet. She’ll let us know when she’s ready,” Sirius replies. His eyes flick from the side of Poppy’s face, to Hermione’s firm breasts, and then to Harry and Ron’s fixated gaze. He moves over to them and drapes an arm around each one’s shoulders.

“See something you boys like?” Sirius inquires softly. They swallow hard without looking away so he smirks. “You know, they’ll get bigger once she has kids,” he whispers. Their eyes widen at the revelation so he chuckles. “My bet, they’ll be more than double a handful, seeing how big they are now,” he continues.

Hermione sobs in pain as Remus enters the room with two vials. His eyes skim over Hermione’s breasts and to the three men drooling over them. “Here Poppy,” he murmurs.

The woman nods to the table. “Set them there.” He does as ordered then moves over to the guys.

“Well, well, ogling a child are we?” he asks and scowls.

Sirius’ smirk turns into a grin so Remus smacks all three of them in the back of the head. They jerk and blink at him.

“What was that for?” Ron demands.

Remus grabs the hapless boy by his shirt. “She is not on display to you or to anyone! It is incredibly rude to stare,” he snarls. Ron shrinks away from the enraged man so Remus pushes him away.

“And YOU! You know better than to do something like this! She’s your godson’s best friend for Merlin’s sake!” he snaps and digs his finger in Sirius’ chest. Poppy looks at the four men in shock when she finishes bandaging Hermione’s wound again. Harry swallows when Remus rounds on him.

“Harry… I give up. I’m putting Hermione to bed and you three will stay away until I say you can come back here, understand?”

“But…” Ron trails off at the look Remus gives him.

“Out!” the man snarls. The three men leave the room so he turns his attention to Hermione. “Are you well?” he asks. She whimpers softly at him so he strokes her hair. “Thank you Poppy,” he murmurs as he lifts Hermione in his arms.

The woman nods and gently pats Hermione’s arm. “Good night child,” she murmurs and places a gentle kiss to her scalp.

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Remus pulls the blanket up to Hermione’s chin and smiles softly. “I’ll be on the couch if you need anything,” he murmurs. She watches him as he strokes her hair. “Good night,” he whispers and kisses her forehead.

He starts to stand so she grabs his hand. He looks at her and frowns. “What’s wrong?” She whimpers softly so he sighs. “It’s all right. No one can get in these rooms without my knowing. I won’t let you get hurt,” he says and pats her hand.

A tear slips down the side of her face as he starts to stand again. He glances at the door then pulls the blankets back. “Scoot over and I’ll stay here,” he says.

She shifts slightly so he sits on the edge of the bed and removes his shoes. “You know if Albus finds out about this, I’ll get my head handed to me.” He stands from the bed and moves over to his wardrobe.

Hermione sits up as Remus unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off his shoulders. “Hurt?” she asks softly, making him jump and turn toward her. She bites her lip and lowers her gaze so he chuckles.

“Yes, it did. It still hurts occasionally,” he replies and smiles at her when she looks up again. She smiles in return then her eyes widen when he unbuckles his belt.

He turns his back to her and drops his pants to the floor. “I haven’t had a girl in my bed for close to ten years,” he says as he pulls on a white undershirt followed by a pair of sleeping pants.

Hermione bites her lip as he returns to the bed. He sits down then slips under the covers. “Come here,” he murmurs. She moves to his side and rests her head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around her.

“I will see to it that Severus is justly punished,” he whispers against her hair. She nods slightly and grips his shirt. “Go to sleep Hermione. Things will be better on the morrow,” he yawns.

Hermione yawns softly and nestles into him more. “Night,” she mumbles.

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Sirius bounds into Remus’ room and skids to a halt at the sight before him. Hermione curls against Remus’ side and grips the blankets tighter. Remus sighs and turns his head toward the girl. Sirius watches as his best friend buries his nose in the girl’s hair and inhales her scent.

Remus’ eyes open slowly then drift shut and he pulls Hermione closer. Sirius’ heart pounds then he jumps when Remus’ eyes snap open and he bolts out of the bed. He swings his startled gaze to Sirius’ horror-stricken face.

“What the hell are you doing?” they hiss at each other.

Remus growls and storms into the bathroom. “You’re not supposed to be here!” he snaps as he runs water in the sink.

Sirius snorts. “You were just angry last night, you didn’t mean it,” he says. Remus glares at him from the bathroom.

“I assure you, I did,” he replies.

Hermione shifts in her sleep then sits up and rubs her eyes. She starts to reach for Remus but her hand encounters his pillow instead. Remus smiles as he walks out of the bathroom drying his hands on a towel.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” he murmurs and sits on the bed. She rests her chin on his shoulder and looks at Sirius. The dark haired man raises an eyebrow at her when she snakes her arms around Remus’ torso.

A soft whimper escapes her lips so Remus rubs her back. “We need to tell Albus,” he says and looks at Sirius. He pats her back and gently pushes her away. “Let’s get you dressed,” he says and stands.

He summons her trunk and opens it. “Here we go.”

Sirius watches as Remus lays a pair of jeans out on the bed followed by a t-shirt and undergarments.

“Arms up,” Remus says and grasps the hem of the t-shirt on her. Hermione lifts her arms so he carefully pulls the garment off of her. She looks at him as he picks up her bra. “Think you can wear this?” he asks.

Her fingers brush the bandage on her side so he nods. “No bra then. Can you take the shorts off?” Hermione slowly shifts the pair of Remus’ boxers down her legs so he takes them.