Lunar Magick

Chapter 6

It had taken awhile for Harry to fall asleep, but when he did, dreams of Ginny filled his head. When he woke up at dawn, he had wondered if he would ever be jealous of Fred, George, Viktor Krum, Sirius, Remus or anyone else that had ever gotten attention from girls when he hadn’t. He was so satisfied and happy from being with Ginny, he felt it was the best thing that ever could have happened…ever. He wandered, still grinning, over to the fireplace in the Common Room. He found a note on the mantle that read,

Dear Harry,

We left fairly early. Figured you wanted to sleep. We will be back very soon for another visit. Right now, we’re both staying at Moony’s house. Just like old times. Talk to you soon! Oh and Moony says he sends his very, very, very best regards to Hermione. Oh and something else…but he says he’ll wait to see Hermione to tell her…which (he wants to make quite clear) will be soon. Bye for now,

Padfoot and Moony………P.S……..Congratulations!

Harry smiled when he read what Remus had to say; it appeared that Remus was equally taken with Hermione as she was with him. He stifled a laugh at their ending message, then felt a hot flush coming up into his face. How did they know? Then he asked himself, How wouldn’t they know what happened? Even when Ginny was just coming over to me, Sirius had had a funny look on his face. They would know…they always get the birds… but he could not bring himself to feel jealous. He woke up Ron, which was a chore, and the two went down to breakfast.

It was Friday morning, and though all the students were tired by the end of each week, they were quite cheery because of the coming of the weekend. Hermione sat there, with a slightly glazed look in her eyes and pink cheeks. Fred and George were teasing her about being on some illegal potion. Harry sat next to her and told her quietly about what “Moony” had said in the letter. She was quite pleased, but tried to stifle her grin with a gulp of pumpkin juice.

The next person to join the table was Ginny Weasley. She sat next to Harry, brushing against his arm, not entirely accidentally. “Hello Harry,” she said, with an extra wide smile. Harry felt nervous for a moment, but then brought himself to look her in the eye and flash his charming grin. Her smile melted away, leaving only a penetrating gaze from her blue-green eyes to his emerald ones. She turned her head abruptly to avert her eyes to the bowl of porridge in front of her. Harry felt a little light-headed as he stared at her beautiful profile before he started on his own porridge. Hermione, who sat across from the two of them, continued to stare at her food merrily. George Weasley made a point of staring at her for about five whole minutes to see if she would notice. She did not.

Ron’s mini puffball of an owl, Pigwidgeon, hurriedly swooped into the Great Hall. He was late, and many of the owls gave him dirty looks as they flew past him, already heading back to the Owlery. Pig flew in between Harry and Ron, who was on Harry’s other side, and dropped the letter so fast that it slipped under Hermione’s plate. Pig looked flustered, but lingered to receive praise for his great effort to get there on time. He didn’t receive anything but a scowl from Ron, and with that, Pig flew off in a hurry. Hermione took the envelope from under her plate and read the address.
“It’s addressed to all three of us,” she said to Ron and Harry.
“You open it this time” said Ron. Hermione nodded in agreement, and tore it open. She read it aloud, but only to Harry and Ron as they leaned closer to her interestedly.

Dear Harry, Ron and Hermione,

How are things? I hope we find you all well. Padfoot and myself are coming again tomorrow, but in the morning this time, so we’ll have more of a visit. We found some more stuff to bring for the three of you. Padfoot says that he’s trying to make up for visits he wanted to have before, but couldn’t, Harry. That’s why we’re coming so often now. Well, just thought we’d give you the heads up on our arrival. Sleep tight tonight everyone, and we look forward to seeing you in the morning!

Moony and Padfoot

Hermione finished reading, and looked up at her friends with starry eyes. Harry and Ron just looked at each other, then Harry said, “Well, it’ll be good to see Padfoot and Moony again. Don’t you think, Hermi?” Hermione smiled brightly back at him, and said in an almost squeaky voice, “Oh yes! I can’t wait”.

It was afternoon before they knew it, and the friends were quite excited about the next morning’s visit. Harry hoped that because Sirius and Remus were coming on a Saturday, that they would be able to stay for Sunday as well. On their way to the last class of the day, double Herbology, Hermione exclaimed out of the blue, “Oh I can’t wait to see Remus tomorrow! And-and Sirius of course. I-I can’t wait to see him, too!” Harry smiled inwardly at her comment as they entered Greenhouse 3 and greeted Madam Sprout. Sprout told the class cheerily, “Guess what, class? Today is going to be really easy, as I realize you won’t be able to concentrate at all. It is Friday, and beautiful weather at that!” The class let out a collective, “Yeah!” and then fell silent, waiting for her instructions. “All you will have to do today is dust and water the plants!” The students hurried to get their simple tasks done, and when they were, Madam Sprout dismissed them early. Harry, Ron and Hermione rushed out the door in front of the rest of the class and made their way to the lake for a sit-down.

Hermione toyed with long blades of grass with her fingers, and she smiled to herself as they tickled her palms. Harry found himself glancing at her skirt, which was ruffled upwards as she lay there, front down. He could see her underwear, but he looked quickly away, remembering how much she fancied Remus. He felt awkward. Then, Ron broke the silence.
“Hermione, are you-erm-you’re not-s-still seeing Malfoy, are you?”
Harry observed Hermione’s features as she prepared to answer, and Ron was flushed with his usual bashful pink.
“Well, Ron…no, I uh…stopped seeing him…we had a good time…but I had to stop contro-uh…” She broke off. Ron butted in so that she wouldn’t have to be embarrassed and reveal to them what she did. Harry had already had a good idea that she had been performing some kind of mind-controlling hex on each of her lovers, to satisfy her need for attention…and sex.
“You seem to really like Lupin, don’t you?” Ron pointed out (without the jealousy he would have once been overcome with). She looked flustered but very happy.
“Yes, Ron, I-I really think I do…and I didn’t even have t…” She trailed off again, looking both guilty and proud somehow. Harry was happy for her. She seemed to have exactly what she wanted now, and didn’t have to manipulate anyone for it. The sun was still beating down on them, making it one of the warmest days that October would have.

Harry looked up because he saw a figure walking in their direction. A thin girl with gleaming red hair was stalking towards them. Harry focused his eyes and realized it was Ginny.
“Hi! What are you doing?” She called to them. When she arrived, she gave Hermione a peck on the cheek as she normally did. Hermione was her best friend, and they were very comfortable with each other. Harry always thought it was cute that they often walked arm in arm, or sometimes danced together.
“What are you doing, Ginny?” Asked Ron.
“Well, I was wondering if I could steal Harry for a moment…”
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, then Hermione said, “Yeah, go ahead Ginny…He’s no use to us.” Harry looked mock offended, then got up to walk with Ginny.
“So, what’s up, Gin?” He asked.
“Em…Harry…I wanted to tell you…uh…I’ve never felt better than I did last night, with you…and…oh you were good!” she added in a sigh. “I…I don’t know how else to say it…um…I still want you, Harry!”
Harry was taken aback, but calmly said, “Gin. It’s ok. You don’t have to say that” but she was already trying to interrupt him.
“Harry, you don’t understand. I’ve been with…a lot of guys…but I don’t want them. What I mean is, all I want is you!”
Harry was at a loss for how to act now, but Ginny acted for him. She took hold of his face and kissed him hard. Their lips were pressed together innocently for a moment, before she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Harry was quite excited. They pulled apart, catching their breath. Ginny looked flushed and Harry, well, was beyond flushed. He felt his pants were tighter now, and his lips were tingling from her passionate kiss. She beamed at him. “Will you go out with me, Harry?” She asked hopefully. He was almost speechless, but managed to force words out. “Of course.” He replied. They walked all the way back to the lake, where Ron and Hermione had happily taken up the art of creating caricatures of each other. They were roaring with laughter when the new couple greeted them. Ginny spoke up first. “Em…you guys, Harry and I are going out now…” She tried to refrain from beaming again, but it was difficult. Hermione jumped up and hugged them both.
“That’s wonderful!” She exclaimed.

Ron looked like he was in shock, but soon snapped out of it to produce a huge grin. “Ginny finally found herself a good guy to go out with!” Ron slapped Harry on the arm, and messed up his sister’s hair.
All of them went briskly up to the castle for a huge dinner. They found themselves almost falling asleep at the table, and went up to bed one by one. Hermione got ready for bed, and since it was early, only she and Ginny were turning in. Hermione decided, for a change, she would sleep in the nude. She pulled off her robes, then her sweater and skirt, and finally panties and bra. She crawled into bed and made sure the curtains were securely closed before drifting comfortably off to sleep.

“Hermione…you are so beautiful…” She heard in her ear. The sheets were pulled down from her grip and her naked body was pale in the beams of moonlight that peeked through the curtains. She saw Remus Lupin staring her in the eyes, hovering over her. “Uhhh…Remus…? What are you doing…?” She asked, not really interested in what he had to say, but rather the fact that he, too, was naked. He put a finger to her lips to hush her, and then climbed on top of her. His leg slipped between her thighs, and pushed them apart. His warm breath tickled her flesh as he ran his tongue along her neck, and then made his way down to her breasts. Hermione was shivering a little, and he pressed his body against her, keeping her warm. Remus’ lower body lingered tantalisingly between her legs before descending upon her. He gripped her wavy hair as he rested his arms on the pillow. He came closer and closer to her, then finally, he rubbed against her and pushed himself inside. “Ohhhh Remus…” She moaned loudly.

Hermione woke up at that moment, realizing that not only had she moaned out loud, but that there was really someone sitting on her bed beside her. She jumped up with a start.
Remus was there, looking at her rather curiously. She blushed furiously when she realized that he was just sitting there, innocent and fully clothed while she loudly fantasized about him. He looked a little surprised, but was smiling at her.
“Uh…I was…just sitting here when you…you said my name. Sirius and I came early to surprise you, but we only saw Neville in the Common Room. He told me that you had gone to bed, so I-well I-uh…came up here to see you. I hope you don’t mind.” Remus now looked quite bashful. Hermione was still very hot in the face.
“I uh…was dreaming that…that…you were, em, here with me, and…” She trailed off breathlessly.
She was surprised when he grinned quite proudly at her.
“I’m flattered.” He said, half-jokingly to make her feel better. Hermione giggled, and then quickly tried to groom her hair so that she looked presentable.
“Em…how long ago did you get here, Remus?” Asked Hermione, trying to act casually.
“Actually, about half an hour…” He said, still grinning. “I have to ask, Hermione…what was I doing in your dream?” Asked Remus, mischievously. “Did I…save you from a boggart or something?” He added, knowing full well that he was doing more than saving her. But just for fun, he wanted to hear her say it. She could now see the marauder, Moony, in him. Previously, she had thought him too kind and gentle to be on of the marauders. The bright blush came back again.
“I…well…you were…m-making love to me...” She couldn’t help but be honest with him, but she looked as if she were waiting to be scolded. Remus raised his eyebrows.
“Was I any good?” He asked her, laughing.
“Oh yes!” She blurted out, before she could stop herself. Now quite sheepish again, she looked down at her drawn up knees. Remus moved toward her swiftly, and said, “Perhaps…we should go downstairs and see the others. Sirius wants to see you, too.” She lowered her knees in an attempt to get up from the comfy bed on which she sat with the handsome Remus Lupin. Lupin noticed she was completely naked, with her bushy hair just barely covering her breasts.
“I…thought I’d sleep like this…well, I was hot…” Said Hermione, noticing his expression of shock. She bit her lip, almost nervously. Remus was slightly flustered by all this, but he managed to reply.
“It’s ok, Hermione…it can get quite warm in here. Uh, also…I don’t mind…well…because you are…er…” He trailed off and looked as though he was going to blush profusely, but the darkness hid it if he had.

“I missed you, Hermione…I couldn’t wait to be with you again,” He said, watching her become more flabbergasted by the second. She was actually speechless.
Then, she blubbered, “I couldn’t wait either…as you…probably heard…” Said Hermi, still blushing about her dream. Lupin stared directly at her, suavely, penetrating her with those gorgeous light-brown eyes. He sighed longingly, and then offered his hand to her. She took it, and he helped her up. He gazed shyly at her nude figure, and admitted, “Uh…Hermione, let me just tell you…that…I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but…you are truly beautiful…and like this…” He flung his hands as he shrugged, showing her that he couldn’t find an accurate enough description. She flushed again, smiling up at him. Remus put his hand up to his jaw and rubbed it thoughtfully, then looked away for a few moments while Hermione bent down and found her pyjamas. She slipped on a nightshirt, and then accompanied him downstairs. Remus felt the soft, small hand of Hermione Granger fumblingly slip into his as they walked into the dark hall and down into the Common Room.

Sirius was accompanied by a frumpy looking Ron, and slightly exhausted Harry. They all sat near the fire, and beamed when they saw Lupin leading Hermione.
“I thought you’d have stayed up there, Moony…” Sirius exclaimed to Remus, who flushed at this, then continued to Hermione, “I’m just kidding. How are you doing, Hermione?” She still tried to make herself look presentable, then walked over to him, now more awake, and gave him a hug.
“I’m fine, Sirius. You alright?”
He smiled toothily. “I’m great, thanks. Would everyone like a butterbeer?” They all nodded zealously. Almost nervously again, Hermione walked over to Remus, carrying two butterbeers.
“Thanks, Hermione,” he said as she handed one to him. She just grinned.
“So, Sirius, what have you and Remus been doing since we last saw you?” Asked Harry brightly.
“Ah well…reliving some of our marauder stuff, you know…” Sirius looked like he was hiding something.
“What is it?” Asked Ron. Remus cut in.
“We’ve been experimenting with some rather frightening little jinxes…things like floating-exploding eyeballs, biting, individual teeth, and so on. We’ve been giving them to the old wizard who lives next door.” He said the last bit quietly, perhaps hoping Hermione wouldn’t hear him. Sirius laughed, but when they both looked back at Hermione, her mouth was agape in disgust, although an amused smirk was tugging at it.
“You’re worse than Fred and George! Oh, that poor old man!”
Sirius interrupted her, “Ah he loves it, Hermione. He keeps telling us how brilliant they are, just when he first sees them, they come as a bit of a shock.” Hermione still had her mouth open in disbelief when she turned back to Remus. She looked him in the eyes, and without noticing, her hand tried to creep up to hold his again. It was halfway there when she snapped out of it, and said,
“Er-did you want me to take that bottle, R-Remus?” He, too, was in some sort of reverie. When she had turned to look at him, and her mouth was open, all he wanted to do was bend down and kiss her; taste her gorgeous lips, feel her breath, and maybe feel her body come up against his.
“I’m sorry, Hermione, what? Oh! No, that’s alright…I still have…a quarter left actually.” He thought that maybe, just maybe, she had reached for something other than his bottle, because he had a quarter left. This thought excited him. Sirius seemed to be staring at them, but when Remus looked at him, he turned away and struck up conversation with Ron. Sirius was in a right jolly mood. He was showing Ron some Quidditch moves in midair, and talking to Harry about how good it was to be there again.

Then, with a crack, Fred and George appeared. “Hiya!” They said in unison. The group all grunted their own hellos. Harry saw that they were each holding some kind of sloppy, bright blue substance. They immediately attacked Ron with it, pelting it all over his pyjamas. Hermione shrieked, and darted forward to stop them, but Sirius swept her back mid-stride and she struggled in his arms.
She huffed and said, “Sirius! You shouldn’t let them!” but he was much too strong for her. She was being half-carried backwards by him, and then he threw her playfully into a chair. It took a split second to realize that she had landed on something other than the squashy material. Then she heard, “Hold her, Moony!” and was soon embraced by Remus’ arms. She struggled only for another second, then ceased, as she was actually quite glad to be held against him. She watched from between tousled locks as Sirius went over to examine the slop on Ron.
“It worked just like you said it would, ol’ Paddy! Look it won’t move!” Said Fred satisfactorily.

Getting the idea, Hermione gasped and struggled to get to her feet and voice her opinions about the pointless creation. However, to no avail, she was slumped back down into Remus’ lap. She reflected for a moment that this was her second time in his lap. She had made him aroused the first time, which alone was unbelievably satisfying to her. When Remus Lupin had been Professor Lupin, she had sat in his class, wondering why he had to be so good-looking, and charming, and kind. She had had a crush on him basically all along. She found her thoughts—and now dreams—wandering to him; she pondered kissing him, holding him, stroking him. And now, the knowledge that she could easily make him aroused by squirming around in his lap was not only sexy, but it was the key that could possibly open another door of opportunity…

And with that thought, Hermione started struggling again, just to feel his grip tighten around her, and to rub against his lap.
“Come on…let him have his fun…” Remus breathed in her ear.
And let me have mine, she thought. She playfully pushed her back all the way against his chest, and sat up straight.
“I give up…” She panted.
“Oh you have, have you? Why are you still moving?” He whispered closely again. Flushing, she realized that she was subconsciously sliding her legs up and down on his lap gently. She turned her head away so he couldn’t see her red cheeks, then said, “Em…well I thought I might slip off or something…so I tried to…”
“Oh…so you wanted to stay on my lap then?” He interrupted teasingly. She could tell he was smiling when he said this.
“Oh, Remus.” She replied, obviously abandoning any possibility of a comeback. “It’s ok, Hermione…I’m just teasing.” But I really do hope that’s what you want… he thought, I want to keep you on me anyway. I want so much more than that, actually.
Sirius was still muttering “Scourgify!” to help Ron, who was half-covered in blue cement-like rocks clinging to his pyjamas. “Sirius created that while we were gone,” Remus began talking close to her neck, “it’s some kind of gel that hardens to rock and sticks to your clothes. He said he wanted to invent a type of snowball that would ‘lay waste to clothes’.”

Hermione giggled at this, but also because of the feel of his warm breath against her sensitive neck as he laughed.
I wish I could hear that giggle again…and again, and again, Remus thought longingly. And he did hear it again. Harry had tried to help Sirius clean Ron up to make it go faster, but George was right behind him throwing more. Hermione was giggling almost non-stop, watching her friends. She was relaxed now, and had put her full weight onto Lupin’s lap. His arms rested around her waist, now that he didn’t have to restrain her.
He couldn’t help but think, I wonder how it would feel to hold her like this, skin to skin…and hear that giggle while I touch her… His thoughts were interrupted by another shriek she had let out, due to the fact Harry had now been pelted for trying to help Ron. He quickly went back to them, though. Does she shriek like that every time she’s excited? Would she like it this way? I shouldn’t think about it…
“Er, Remus? I’m feeling rather tired and cosy. I think I’ll be off to bed. Leave those adorable prats to clean themselves up. Em…would you…mind walking me upstairs?” She asked.
He could hardly believe his ears.
“Of course” He heard himself say, but was still in shock; Surely she hadn’t meant…

Hermione led him upstairs without shouting goodnights, not only because she knew Sirius and Remus were going to stay for at least the weekend, but also because she did not want to draw attention to their leaving. She fumbled for his hand again. His mouth was getting rather dry, as he walked up each step, apparently trying to foretell the future. How long am I going to stay? Will Harry and Ron think ill of me? Does she want to lure me into bed with her? Should I resist if she tries? Will Sirius tease us too much? His thoughts were changing so rapidly that he wasn’t paying attention to where they were going.
Hermione pulled him along, often brushing his hand against her hip in the process. They strolled into the bedroom, and over to her bed. Immediately, she slipped her long shirt off and laid it over the trunk at the foot of her bed. Lupin was mortified. Still trying to predict the future, he was lost in thought when she crawled onto the bed and stared up at him expectantly. I could just pretend that I thought she wanted the covers put over her…no, that wouldn’t work. Hermione had lain on her back, parting her legs slightly, still looking at him.

“Remus?” She said, waiting for him to notice her. She was flushing now, but she was not quite discouraged. He came to, and asked, “Yes, Hermione?” as he sat down on her squishy bed. “I think I love you…” She said, not flushing anymore and looking sincerely into his delicate brown eyes. A million thoughts tried to form in his mind at once. “I…I-I think I…love you, too…” He thought she may be a little put off by him saying it, but she was quite the opposite.
Beaming, she said, “Oh, Remus…I’ve wanted you for so long…and I…” but the rest of the words didn’t make their way out before she had pulled him into a deep kiss. Her lips were sweeter than he ever imagined, and her quivering breath was even sexier. He was much more aroused now than he had been in the chair with her. He was ready to make love to her. He didn’t want to do anything else right then. Seeming to answer him, Hermione said, “I…I want you to make love to me…” Good Lord! He thought. She slid further down on the bed, her bushy hair resting over the pillow. She took his hand and put it gently between her legs. He took her cue and began delicately pleasuring her. His hand is so warm, and he’s so gentle…she thought.

After a while, he slowed in pleasuring her and took up kissing her legs, arms and neck softly. When he kissed her on the lips, she snatched at his clothes and started undressing him. She was ready for him. Next thing, Lupin held himself slightly above her, longingly and somewhat nervously as Hermione looked up at him. She arched her back and pushed her warm body against his. Again, hesitating for only a second, he took her cue gladly, and made love to her. Like music to his ears, she gasped and moaned in pleasure. “Ooohh! Remus…” That too, was better than he imagined, and she sounded more excited than in the dream he had overheard. He felt her hands caressing his neck and his arms while he slipped in and out of her hot body. Remus kissed her passionately, and she made an “Mmmm” noise while their lips were locked. He felt himself automatically push faster. Hermione kept moaning and whining his name. He wanted to slow down, to make it last forever and to keep pleasuring her, but she begged him to keep going. “Faster, Remus…uhhhh yeah…” She breathed against his neck. Hermione went on grinding and panting, but then the thought occurred to her…

“Wait…” She said.
“What is it?” Said Remus, who was getting a little concerned. He stopped dead, and waited for her to answer.
“I want to do it a different way. If you want to?” She said quietly.
“Sure…anything.” Said Remus.

Hermione pulled away, and turned around and got on all fours in front of him. She looked around at him, flipped her hair to one side, and opened her legs. He was quite taken aback, but he couldn’t wait to make love to her again. He held her hips tightly and pushed himself in. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, moaning. He bent over her and bit down on her ear, then her milky neck. Hermione began panting as he gripped her more tightly on the hips and bit her neck roughly. He could feel her spread her legs wider and push back against him every time he slid in deeply. She relaxed a little, and rested her elbows on the bed.

Lupin bent down on all fours, pressing his chest against her back. Hermione felt his teeth sink into the soft flesh of her neck, but it turned her on. He panted against her neck, keeping her still with his teeth. He chose a new spot on her neck to bite, then pushed into her more deeply than ever before. She gasped and whined again. “More…more…” She said. Lupin moaned next to her ear, and loosened his sharp bite. As soon as Hermione heard him moan and felt him slip in and out as he came, she arched her back and pushed against him almost violently as she reached her climax. Lupin kept going for her even after that, and was very pleased to feel her still moving around, panting. He knew she was still having orgasms, and kept holding her tightly as she came. Hermione let out all her breath in a long sigh, and she slumped down on the bed, in a straddle. Lupin was still inside her. He couldn’t bear to pull out, not while she was enjoying it so much…while he could feel her warm honey leak out…while she lay there, exhausted but still pressing against him. He leaned forward again, so that he could keep her back warm. She giggled so much when he moved, he paused to ask, “Why are you giggling…?” She could tell he was grinning, and answered, “It tickles whenever you move…hee hee…oh! do it again…” As she told him, Lupin made a point of making sudden movements to tease her and to hear her sexy laugh.

“Mmmm…Hermione…” Remus mumbled against the soft skin of her neck. He held himself up again, and pulled out as gently and slowly as possible. He watched her as he did this, and noticed she bit her pouty lip again. He lay down next to her, on his back.
“Do you think…that…maybe,” he paused, just staring at the ceiling, “that was…wr-wrong?”
Hermione gave him a sad look. “Remus, it wasn’t…wrong,” she said with some indignation. “I wanted to make love to you. I’ve wanted to be with you for almost three years now. For heaven’s sake, if that’s not sincere, and right, I don’t know what is…”

He was clearly deep in thought, but Hermione pulled him from it. “What did you mean, by wrong, anyway?” She said quietly.
“I didn’t mean it wasn’t good, or that I don’t want you…it’s just,” he broke off again, “I should have been stronger. Should have resisted. You’re a lot younger than me, and…I want to make clear that I would never want to harm you or take advantage of you, Hermione. That’s all.” He looked guilty.
“Remus! You didn’t take advantage of me!”
“Yeah…” he replied, distractedly. “I guess I’m not used to…doing this sort of thing…can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“Well, remember when I was here at Hogwarts, with Sirius and Peter, and Harry’s father. One time, Sirius came back from some one-night stand type of meeting at around four in the morning. He started telling me that the girl was three years younger than him, and wanted him to take her to bed. He kissed her, but refused to make love to her because she was only a first year. He told me that he didn’t want to take advantage of her or anything.” He paused, waiting to see if Hermione had anything to say.
She nodded.
“Back then,” Remus continued, “I thought he was crazy for not going ahead with it, you know…hormones and rubbish. Now, I see what he meant; only it took me so long…I’ve always looked up to him for his street smarts. And he didn’t come here to snog one of his godson’s best friends, did he?” He let out a short laugh.
Hermione remained silent for a moment, then she turned to face him.

“I know you look up to him. He’s one of your best friends. Sirius is a wonderful person. But, I’m sure on many other occasions, he gave in to desires, whether they were his own or some girl’s.” Said Hermione thoughtfully. “Come on, Remus…we all know he was a ladies’ man in school.” She laughed.
Lupin looked at her and smiled faintly. Then, he took a last stab at his argument.
“I know, I know. I guess I was just worried about how you’d react, how you would feel, being intimate with your old Defence professor, who also happens to be a werewolf.” He gave her a sad, half-smile.
“Remus…I love you!” Said Hermione, much more convincingly than the first time she had uttered it.
He looked quite humble, even shy, as he often did.
“And I love you, too” He grinned.

Next thing, the sun was pouring through the windows and onto the floor brightly. Hermione squinted in the blinding light, and made to get out of bed, but she realized that Lupin’s arm was around her waist, holding her against him from behind. She smiled to herself when she felt him move in his sleep. He loosened his grip, tightened it again, then, to her surprise, he rubbed up against her leg. To discern whether he was actually asleep, she called his name lightly. He didn’t reply. He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “bugger off, Wormtail” then fell silent.

She tried to get up again, even though she rather enjoyed being with him while he was asleep. She couldn’t bear to leave, though, because he had started rubbing himself against her leg again. Hermione thought maybe he would stop, but he didn’t. He carried on, getting steadily more aroused. She couldn’t help but feel flustered, and she blushed furiously. There was no blushing at all when they had made love the night before, but now it was different. There was a certain voyeuristic aspect that made her feel embarrassed. Her thoughts wandered to what he could be dreaming about. He still held her loosely while he pressed against her leg. Hermione continued to blush, and smiled to herself as she remembered once again that he was a werewolf. She didn’t move, and just tried to cool her face down as he finished. Hermione felt like she could have another go as well. She smiled another inward smile, and lay there as he relaxed again.

Meanwhile, in the other dormitory, Harry was waking up. Sirius had slept on the floor near his bed the previous night. Harry glanced over at him through blurred eyes to see if he was still sleeping. Oddly enough, he noticed something rather embarrassing. His ears got warm as he watched Sirius holding onto a pillow, moving slightly. The pillow was against his lower body, and he was smirking. He, too, was murmuring as he dreamed. He said something that curiously sounded like “Get out, Wormy…busy here…mention this…die” He gripped onto the pillow again, but unlike Hermione, Harry thought he had better put a stop to it. Not that Harry wanted to embarrass or disrupt his godfather, but it was making him feel quite uncomfortable.

“Si-Sirius? Wake up…” Harry said, but he thought he had perhaps said it too quietly. He shook Sirius on the shoulder, only to find that he was smiling more. Harry abruptly took his hand away and sat back on his bed. He took his wand out and nudged the air. A little yellow spark flew out and cracked Sirius on the head. He awoke with a start, saying, “Good Lord! Huh? Oh…Harry!” He seemed genuinely confused. He didn’t flush, but asked, quite concernedly, “What happened, Harry?”

“Oh nothing…you were sleeping, then you banged your head on the floor…I noticed that the pillow seemed to have escaped during the night.” He stifled a grin.
“Oh…alright then…ahem!” Sirius got up, pushed his hair back and straightened his clothes.
Harry got dressed fairly quickly and went down to the Common Room.
“Oh…hello” Said Neville Longbottom, as he watched Sirius and Harry enter. Harry wondered if perhaps Neville noticed what Sirius was doing in the morning as well. Or perhaps he heard Harry dreaming about Ginny…
“What’s new, Neville?” Said Sirius, in his usual, outgoing way.
“Um, not much actually.” Replied Neville. “My gran’s going to send me some Halloween decorations soon. I told her I wanted to decorate the dorm this year, you know, for something different.”
“Ah, good. We did a lot of that in my day, too.” Sirius said, with a slight wink. Harry gave a single laugh that sounded oddly like Sirius’ signature bark-laugh.

The thought of Sirius and the other marauders dressed in bizarre Father Christmas hats running around, decorating the room with all sorts of gaudy ornaments was ludicrous.
“Hey Harry, do you want to go and wake up Hermione? Or maybe I should…no go ahead, Harry. Remus should be up there too then, I expect…so…” Said Sirius in an undertone.

“Er…okay then.” Harry said, and made his way up the stairs. He strolled up there, a little nervous, expecting that maybe he’d see something he oughtn’t. When he came upon Hermione’s bed, the curtains were already open. Lupin and Hermione lay on top of the covers, eyes open but looking rather sleepy. He had his arm still around her, but at the sight of Harry, he withdrew and became rather sheepish. Harry thought it was quite a pleasant scene though. He had, after all, witnessed the rather awkward sight of Hermione and Professor Snape.

“Good morning, Hermione, Remus.” Said Harry jovially. He flashed Hermione a grin to show her that he got the gist of what had transpired the night before.
Lupin smiled politely at Harry, still distancing himself from Hermione a little.
“I’ve been sent to wake you two up” Said Harry, still looking both of them in the eyes, though it was somewhat difficult for him to keep a straight face.
“Oh? By whom?” Asked Hermione.
“A Mr. Black,” Said Harry patronisingly, “if you must know.”

She giggled, then got up and put her slippers on. Harry noticed she looked particularly cheerful this morning, and Lupin looked equally good-tempered; though, Lupin was always good-tempered. They accompanied him downstairs, where Neville still sat, pondering Halloween decorations and talking to Sirius. Ginny ran downstairs shortly after that and smacked into Harry with a gigantic hug.
“I take it your rest was peaceful?” Said Sirius in the same tone Harry had used. He could barely keep his mouth from curling up as he spoke to Lupin and Hermione.
“Ah, yes, Padfoot…and yourself?” Replied Lupin, taking a moment to meet Sirius’ eyes.
“Excellent…Moony…”

Sirius’ grey eyes held Lupin’s golden brown ones for a moment, then they turned in opposite directions at once. Harry and Hermione just looked at each other blankly then took up conversation with Ginny and Neville. Lupin went over to Sirius and they sat down at a table in the corner of the room and talked fairly closely. They were both laughing about something profusely, and it reminded Harry of how Fred and George used to sit, heads together, creating their Wizard Wheezes scheme.

“So, do you feel alright, Hermione?” Said Harry, indirectly asking her to tell him what they did. He was quite curious to find out what his best friend and his former Defence professor were up to the night before.
“I feel wonderful, Harry…why?” Said Hermione.
“Oh. Well, I was just curious…I thought maybe…” He trailed off as Ginny pinched his arm as if to tell him to mind his own business.
“Yes. Actually, to be honest, Lupin and I did have sex last night…and it was mind-bendingly exquisite.” She said with a satisfied smirk. Harry almost had to catch his jaw as it fell open. Her honesty was shocking.
“It was that good, Hermi?” Asked Ginny, wanting to hear more. Harry felt a little sheepish, almost jealous, but Ginny waved a hand at him dismissively.
“You were marvellous, too, Harry love. I just want to hear about our favourite Defence teacher.” Said Ginny, smirking deviously.
“Well,” Said Hermione, “he was real hard…and he was so gentle at first…then, I wanted him to get more rough with me, so I figured if he got behind me, maybe he would get in touch with his werewolf side a little. And, Ginny, I was so right! He bit my neck,” She paused to show Harry and Ginny her bruise. Ginny opened her mouth in disbelief. “Then, held onto me and got rougher…oh it was so good!” Said Hermione breathlessly. She paused to breathe and swallow, then continued.
“I love the fact that he’s a werewolf…it’s fascinating…and he’ll act like one in bed if I want him to. He’s just gorgeous…” She sighed. She and Ginny kept talking, but Harry started to tune them out now, and looked over at Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, still talking closely. Very curious, Harry tried to see what they were talking about. Sirius was grinning broadly at Remus, who seemed to be whispering to him. Harry thought that maybe they were discussing Hermione, but then he heard Sirius laugh.
“I know! I couldn’t believe him…fat git…” He barked. Remus smiled back, and said, “Maybe we should have felt sorry for him though…I mean, if we walked…” He trailed off as Ron strolled into the room, messing up his hair.
“Hullo Ron,” Said Sirius. He went back to listening to Remus.
“What are you up to?” Ron asked Harry, Ginny and Hermione. Neville was checking his remembrall at a table, probably pretending not to hear Hermione’s explicit conversation. They all looked at him, smiling.
“Well, brother, Hermione here was just” Ginny said.
“Blabbing about pointless stuff…” Hermione interrupted. Ron raised his eyebrows.
“You? Talking about pointless stuff? Wow.” Said Ron.
“Yeah, well…” Then, clearing her throat, Hermione got up and walked over to the table where Sirius and Remus now sat quietly.

Sirius pulled Hermione into a hug, much to her surprise. He tugged her so strongly, that she nearly flew into him.
“How are you this morning?” He asked her.
“I’m excellent. You?” She asked, still in Sirius’ grip. She looked at Lupin, almost unsure of what Sirius was on about. He just smiled back at her fondly.
“Great…never been better.” Said Sirius. He sat her on his knee. As she faced Lupin, Sirius’s leg swayed back and forth with her on it, just for something to do, but it caused her to flush a little. She had always thought he was attractive, even though her heart went out to Lupin. Combined with the unusual interaction between them, the fact that he was handsome, and the fact that her new, gorgeous lover sat across from them, all made it weirder. Her cheeks were still pink when she looked up at Remus, who was smiling still more fondly.

“You went to bed when I wanted to try this on you, Hermione…” Said Sirius. She looked as though she were expecting an explosion or something. “See, I made this. It’s really quite good. I think you’ll enjoy it. ” He held up a small, blue heart-shaped carving in his one hand. She looked at it appreciatively, then said, “It’s adorable, Snuffles.” He laughed.
“Yes, it’s adorable, but it’s not as innocent as you think…” Said Sirius wisely.

Hermione looked up at Lupin, who was laughing as well.
“Er…what do you mean, exactly?” Asked Hermione timidly.
“I’ll show you. Lupin and I wanted to either try it on you or Ginny, and couldn’t make up our minds…we chose you though.” Said Sirius with a wink.
“Um…what does it do, Snuffles?” Hermione asked.
“You’ll see. Just take it in your hand…that’s it. Now, if it works properly, it should only take a minute…” Said Sirius.

Hermione held it in the palm of her hand, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, she felt someone’s fingers touching her between the legs. She gasped and looked down, expecting to see Sirius’ hand, but there was nothing there. Lupin grinned at her. Though it felt unbelievably good, she tried to be a bit more prudish, because it was weird to have something invisible pleasuring her; it was also weird that Sirius, Harry’s godfather, would want to test it out on her…especially while she was on his leg. Pink started to appear again on her cheeks, and noticing this, Sirius smiled and brushed her hair back from her face. He winked at Lupin, who just watched with his eyebrows raised slightly in expectation. Time seemed to stop for Hermione as she experienced one of the most bizarre and sensual charms in her life. She could feel Sirius’ warmth emanating from his lean body, and take in the scent of his long dark hair. He was silent, and made no attempt to narrate what was happening to her.

Hermione gasped again and tensed up on Sirius’ knee. She gripped Sirius’ other leg tightly. The touch encompassed every pleasurable zone between her legs, including her g-spot, to which it started to reach, taking her by surprise.

“Did you want it to stop, Hermione?” Asked Sirius in her ear. She leaned back against him, still blushing, but overcome with the sensation. Sirius was a little surprised by her reaction, but pleased. He smiled up again at Lupin, who was also looking pleased. Hermione’s curls flowed over Sirius’ shoulder a little, while she leaned back into him. He glanced nervously over at Harry, but noticed, with much relief, that Harry, Neville, Ron and Ginny were playing Exploding Snap.
Sirius felt her tense up again, and she parted her legs so that she was straddling his one. He started looking unsure of himself, when Lupin gestured for him to hold her or do something. Sirius hesitantly put his hands on her waist and held her. She flushed and moaned quietly when he did this, which made him smile proudly at Lupin. He felt her tense up again, and her breath become shallow.

Lupin looked almost offended that Sirius wasn’t doing anything else to make her feel more comfortable. He gestured again to get Sirius to move his hands up. Sirius looked nervous again, then he slid his warm hands up her ribs and cupped her breasts. Again, he looked over toward Harry, but no one noticed. She kept tensing on his leg and spread her thighs even further apart, while he finally took the hint and stroked up her silky bare legs. He noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath the nightshirt, and his mouth fell open for a second. He held his hands on her smooth inner thighs and hips. This alone was enough to push her over the edge…finally having this dark, gorgeous and powerful man touch her in such a sexual way. His leg got really warm where she was sliding herself back and forth. He felt it get warmer when she gripped his hands and arched her back against him with a shiver. Lupin leaned across the little table, smiled at Sirius, then took the heart out of Hermione’s hand as she relaxed. She sighed and smiled weakly.

“Alright there, Hermione?” Asked Lupin, while Sirius was too stunned to say anything. She nodded, satisfied, but started flushing again. She let go of Sirius’ hands, which were still on her bare hips, allowing them to stroke her supple flesh in the process, and got up. She realized that she came on his pants, and apologized profusely. “Oh…Sirius…I’m sorry, I…” She tried, but he didn’t look too bothered at all.
“Well, Padfoot, it works!” Said Lupin, still grinning at the expression on Sirius’ face. “Now we can market it as the Suspiciously Exciting Shabby Gift, or something.” Said Lupin. Hermione looked flustered still, but was smiling at Sirius now, too.
“Sirius? Are you all right? I said I was sorry about your pants…” Said Hermione timidly.
“Oh yes. Quite fine. Yes…” Said Sirius.
“You were right, Sirius…I did enjoy it…” She said, and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He looked extra flattered. Lupin chuckled. “Thanks” Said Hermione, as she stood up fully and walked over to Lupin.

She put her arm around his waist for a moment, and said, “I’m going to get ready for the day…I’ll only be a bit.” With that, she walked up the stairs and into the girls’ showers.

When she had gone out of sight, Lupin tried to start up a conversation with his friend.
“Padfoot? She had quite an effect on you, didn’t she?” He said, staring at Sirius.
“Yeah…I didn’t really expect…” Sirius trailed off.
“I tried to tell you earlier. She’s unbelievable. Gorgeous, everything…” Lupin Said.
“Uh, Moony, I didn’t mean to get too cosy with her you know” Said Sirius.
“I know, don’t worry.” Replied Lupin. “You may…want to go and change though.” “She does that a lot.” Lupin said as an afterthought.
Sirius raised his eyebrows feebly and walked upstairs.