Deepest Desire

Less Than Innocent

Waking up early the next morning, Hermione slowly opened her eyes. She'd forgotten where she was for a few moments, but then realizing she was in Malfoy Manor, dreaded leaving the room. She knew that everyone would need information about anything she'd heard about the remaining Death Eaters. In all honesty, she knew nothing. All that she had been focused on the day before was the fact she'd just lost her true love.

She gathered the strength to stand, finding the clothes that she assumed had been delivered to her room before she arrived, and stumbled into the shower. The warm water was relaxing to her tense body, and she stood in it for a few minutes before washing up.

After dressing, Hermione made her way out of her room. She glanced to the door at the end of the hall, and heard laughing and whispering. In the next moment, the door opened slightly and, curiosity taking over, she stepped toward the door. She saw Snape in the doorway, smiling at somebody. He noticed she was standing there, and in a stern voice, began speaking to his guest.

"Thank you, if you have any further information, don't hesitate to come here again."

She heard a giggle from the unknown figure in the room, and then he spoke.

"Of course, you know I will, if I can think of anything else."

Recognizing the second voice, she excitedly stepped closer to Snape, just as the two of them were leaving the room.

Remus looked at Hermione surprised. He wasn't expecting her to be the person staying in the room next to Severus'. Embarrassment colored his face, but Hermione couldn't tell.

"Remus! I can't believe you're here! Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Rushing up to him, she threw her arms around him in a giant hug.

"I didn't arrive until after you'd gone to sleep last night, I didn't know you were here either!"

He glanced at Severus, who was looking on, rather amused.

The three of them walked to breakfast together. Once they reached the dining hall, they each separated, Hermione going to Harry, who she was surprised to find sitting with Draco Malfoy, chatting amicably. Severus sat at the opposite end of the table, next to Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Remus took a seat next to Hagrid.

Hermione greeted Harry and sat down.

Snape, across the table, glanced at Remus, who was deep in conversation with Hagrid. Slightly annoyed, he looked toward Hermione. He wondered if she knew anything, if they were too obvious. Hermione noticed him staring, and gave him a slight smile, brushing the hair out of her eyes, and turned toward Harry, who she'd just learned had been in a relationship with Draco for a little over three months now. She was having difficulty accepting this, since as far as she knew, he was still a Death Eater, but was reassured by both of them.

Hermione was fully aware of the two men at the opposite end of the table watching her. However, she didn't notice the hungry gleam in Snape's eye as Hermione's body shifted, causing her shirt to slip down, exposing her soft white shoulder.

The thoughts that were flowing through Severus' head were less than innocent as he watched his former student. He kept that thought far from his head, as the thoughts of he and Remus fucking her danced around in his imagination. Hermione wasn't a child anymore, and it was very obvious by looking at her.

The more he watched her, the harder he got, before too long he knew he needed to relieve himself. He politely excused himself from the table, quickly glancing up at Remus, and hurried off. Waiting a few minutes, Remus finished his meal, and followed in Severus' direction. He knew something was wrong, and he intended to find out just what it was.

***

Remus rushed into Severus' bedroom. At first he didn't see him, he expected to find him on the bed. Hearing running water, he made his way to the bathroom, where he saw Severus, just finishing up. He stepped toward the shower, startling him.

"Remus, what are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd come to help you, but it appears you don't need any help."

Severus stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. He quickly dried himself off, leading Remus into the bedroom. He laid down on the bed, Remus following suit. Remus, running his fingers over Severus' chest, asked the question.

"What is your deepest desire? There's got to be something you want, more than anything. What is it?"

Thinking for a moment, Severus knew what the answer was.

"Hermione Granger."

Remus nodded in understanding. An idea was brewing in his mind.