Rum & Raisin

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Beautiful.

Hermione stroked her hand softly down his slightly stubbled jaw, taking the time to caress the scar that ran diagonally across his nose and cheek. His eyes flickered open and the sides crinkled as he smiled.

“You’re beautiful.” Her voice was hushed.

Remus’ eyes darkened slightly. “Isn’t that my line?”

Hermione shook her head and ran a single finger over his lips. “No, mine.”

He looked at her for a long time and for a moment; she thought she saw his eyes shimmer. “I can’t owl her.” It was a simple statement from him, but she felt her heart speed up dramatically and she had trouble holding back the excited grin.

“Alrighty.” Her voice rasped and cracked slightly.

He grinned and leaned forward to kiss her, but stopped, his mouth less then a centimetre from her own. “Just like that? No arguments?”

“Far be it for me to tell you what to do, Professor.”

“Anyone who said you were bossy is a filthy liar.” Sirius’ voice came husky and undeniably sexy, from behind her and he propped himself up on his elbow and kissed her neck. “So we’re three?”

“Are you sure that you two are alright with that?” Hermione said then moaned as Remus stroked a thumb over her erect nipple and Sirius caressed his hand over her thigh, dipping his finger between her already soaking folds and growling against her hair.

“Fate worse then death.” Sirius chuckled, his eyes meeting Remus’.

“I think the real question is are you alright with…” but he paused as his and Sirius’ mouths met over her shoulder, sharing a passionate kiss that was all too erotic.

“Oh…” she breathed and blushed when both men turned their attention back to her. “You know you could have mentioned that amongst our assets,” she quipped and giggled when both men set about kissing her face, shoulders, breasts and back.

Remus lifted her leg and gritted his teeth as he slid smoothly into her tight passage. His fingers tangled into her hair and he pulled her face closer to take her lips, both muffling their moans as he pulled almost all the way out only to thrust back with as much force as he could muster at the new angle. Sirius chuckled and nipped her shoulder then slowly eased himself between the tight ring of muscle at her ass.

“Hermione…” Remus gasped and moaned.

“Fuck, Granger…” Sirius growled into her hair as she tightened around them both and cried out in delight as they both began to thrust hard and fast, taking her with abandon.

Hermione was on fire with her two men filling her so completely. Thrusting, growling, and groaning. Remus’ fingers bruising her thighs, eyes closed tight and lips parted, while Sirius gripped her waist with one hand and her breast with the other.

Remus took her mouth while Sirius covered her shoulder with hot wet kisses and nips. Full sensory overload was the only word to describe what she was feeling, what they all were feeling. They didn’t last long. Sirius came first, with a cry and a growl he thrust once more and shuddered his release within her.

“Sirius.” Remus growled at his friend, and Sirius slowly slipped out of his witch and shifted slightly, grinning wickedly as Remus lifted Hermione effortlessly so she was on her knees, nudged her thighs further apart, and then thrust inside with a groan. “Fuck yes…”

Hermione keened and arched back as he gripped her hips, his fingers bruising her tender flesh and pumped roughly in and out of her soaking tightness. “Gods, Remus.”

“Mine…” Remus growled, grabbed a handful of her unruly hair and ripped her head back so his panting mouth was by her ear. “Say it,” he commanded and thrust harder, groaning and gripping her hair painfully as his other hand slipped down between them and his finger stroked her clit expertly.

“Yours!” Her voice screamed out of her and again, over and over as his mouth latched onto her throat and bit down painfully on her shoulder.

“Merlin, Mione - So fucking good – Gods, Hermione, so tight… ” He ground out, a strangled cry spilling from his lips as she came hard around his throbbing cock with a cry of her own.

They collapsed together on the bed, Hermione panting between her two wizards. “I love you,” she whispered and kissed the still trembling Remus, then turned and bestowed the same affection on Sirius.

Hermione whimpered as Sirius pulled her back against his chest and kissed along her shoulder, as Remus took her mouth in another lingering kiss. They lay wrapped in each other’s arms, Hermione smiling lazily as she watched Remus and Sirius exchange an equally passionate kiss over her shoulder.

“I love you.” Sirius murmured, palming her breast and nipping playfully at her ear. “I want everyone to know that you’re our witch, Hermione. Our lover -”

“-our love.” Remus finished as the two men joined hands over her hip.

She sighed as reality began to peak in through her blissful cloud and was unable to stop a tear from falling down her cheek.

“Ah-oh.” Sirius groaned into her hair, “She’s thinking again.”

“Now Miss Granger,” Remus said sternly, his gentle smile peppered with amusement as he lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes. “You remember what happened last time? You were thinking - We were kissing - And poor Padfoot almost lost a leg!”

“What?” Hermione suddenly laughed and kicked him, while elbowing the shuddering Sirius. “Stop that. You know, Professor, I think Sirius has been a bad influence on you,” she said, her face sobering but they could both see the way she was biting her cheek to keep her grin at bay.

“Oh I quite agree, Miss Granger.” Remus chuckled while raining kisses over her face and down her throat. “A - very - very - bad - naughty - filthy…” each word was punctuated with a languid, sucking kiss until his mouth had reached her hardening nipple and he paused to lave it with his tongue, smirking at the way she trembled and moaned.

“Now you just cut that out.” Hermione hissed and pulled his head up so she could glare into his dancing eyes only to blush and grin as both men engulfed her again, kissing toughing, and sighing together until Remus slowly pulled back and looked at her seriously, and reality snuck in again.

“Tell us what’s wrong, Hermione.” Sirius said, wrapping his arms around her waist and simply holding her close.

“You know we never want to hurt you, or make you feel uncomfortable.” Remus added, stroking a stray hair from her face and kissing her forehead warmly.

“I know.” Hermione whispered, “But I’m not sure that we want the same things. You know I want children some day, but what do you want? What happens in a few years time when I want a baby and neither of you are ready for that?”

Sirius kissed her neck and nodded at Remus who leaned in to kiss her lips gently. “We’ve thought about that too, sweetheart, and both agreed that we would love nothing more then to feel our children growing inside your belly,” he murmured and kissed her lips again.

“I’ve always wanted a family, Hermione.” Sirius spoke quietly into her ear. “Until now I just never met the witch I wanted to really share myself with. Just think, a couple of little Remus’ and Sirius’ running around…” but his last words were muffled by Hermione’s mouth as she kissed him over and over, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

“You know, Padfoot,” Remus laughed at her back, “I think the lady likes that idea.”

“You think?” Sirius managed to chuckle out between heated kisses, then “Oi!” He yelped when she suddenly turned to snuggle against Remus and wrapped himself around them both.

1 year later

The wide grassy plains of Avebury was crowded that afternoon with various strangely dressed people; some in long cloaks, others in brightly coloured robes and some in large pointy hats. As the sun sank lower, a woman stood alone in the centre of Stonehenge, her long chestnut hair falling in sleek curls around her shoulders and blowing gently around her glowing face as the breeze whistled softly through the stones.

Mr and Mrs Weasley still looked slightly put out, but the fact that they were there was a sign that they had accepted the unconventional trio. Bill and Charlie were talking boisterously and laughing with Harry and Ron. Bill, Charlie, and Harry having come around to the idea and plying on the congrats right away, Ron taking a little longer.

Whispers were ripe and bordering on spiteful from several of the women who for the past few years had devoted much time and energy into luring and capturing two of the wizarding world’s sexiest bachelors. Hermione’s smile never faltered as she slowly raised her arms into the air, letting her head tip back as the cool night air tingled along her hot skin, this was her night. After years of being the annoying know-it-all swot to everyone, she knew she was finally being viewed as the confident, mature and undeniably sexy woman she had become.

A simple, white, fairy silk, dress dipped in a gentle V to reveal just enough of her cleavage to be enticing without showing too much. Her arms were bare and the soft material fell naturally over her gentle curves, gathering slightly at her waist and flowing down her bare feet in a sweeping train.

A gasp went up and Hermione smiled deviously, she’d known people would be shocked, even though they had been warned beforehand; they were still shocked when her two wizards moved from either side of the Henge towards her.

Both looked sinfully handsome in their white linen pants and shirts, unbuttoned to the centre of their muscular chests. She felt the breath leave her body as both took her hand and tenderly kissed her wrists where she had been tattooed six months earlier with small outlines of a Black dog and a howling wolf, and as they held her hands she could see that they each wore a phoenix. The three of them stepped forward as one when the new Minister of Magic apparated on his dais, his lips quirking at the smug smirk on Hermione’s lips.

The three of them had come in two months previous, grinning from ear to ear. He had greeted the three with equal warmth and then with both surprise and joy when Hermione stated that they wanted to be bound.

“Well that’s wonderful news!” He cried boisterously, “And which of these lucky men is to be the groom?” Something in him had stopped when all three grinned.

He had bluntly refused; such a thing was unheard of, a woman with two husbands! Hermione had been ready and Kingsley had watched with ill hidden horror as both men sat back with equally smug grins and he was sure he heard Sirius mutter “You’re in for it now mate,” as Hermione pulled out book after book from her small, beaded purse.

She sited cases of men who had successfully had two or more wives, women’s equality acts, statutes set back hundreds of year, and Kingsley had to admit she’d done her homework. After an hour of arguing and watching both men chuckle and look almost scared for him at one point when the clever young witch drew breath to reply with a ridiculously long worded argument of her own, Kingsley finally agreed to allow the wedding.

When the young muggleborn reminded him that Remus Lupin was in fact a werewolf, the tall black wizard thought he might cry for the first time in 20 years as he watched her grin widely and start pulling out more books. Finally, he had held his hands up in surrender, signed the Binding Parchment, and agreed to be the celebrant.

It wasn’t the books or lengthy arguments from Hermione that won his hand, it was the constant gaze from both her lovers, the complete and unwavering adoration, respect, love and amusement that filled their eyes as they watched their witch debate. Both men had led long and savagely painful lives, had lost more then any man should have to, and she, the young Miss Granger had seen more then any 20 year old woman should have, and had fought bravely at Harry’s side till the war was won…if anyone had deserved a happy ending , they did.

The moon rose high over the precession, the Dog Star and the red glow of Mars shining brighter above them as Kingsley’s booming voice guided them through their vows until it was time to kiss the bride. A few stepped closer, curious as to how the three would handle the issue of who would kiss first, but Hermione had that worked out.

She turned to Sirius, who cupped her face in his hands, whispered a emotion filled “I love you.” and kissed her, sucking gently on her bottom lip, then her top before tipping his face so they could deepen the kiss, briefly before pulling away both breathless and grinning. Sirius and in turn allowed Remus to thread his fingers into his long black hair and pull him in for an equally passionate kiss, both smirking at the shocked gasps that rocked the gathered crowd of well-wishers and friends. The sounds of gasps and whispers ringing in their ears, Remus turned to Hermione, let her cup his face as she stood on tiptoes to meet his lips in another passionate kiss.

They broke apart just as the sky lit up with sound and light. Fred and George flew over them throwing fireworks behind them, and the crowd ducked as each exploded with a new image, one of a shapely woman, and another of a wolf running towards her, the last a Grim. Both animals morphed into men and embraced the woman in the middle, then all exploded in a barrage of colour and an ear piercing ‘Boom’, and the grounds filled with the soft notes of the Bride’s favourite love song.

I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy.
I'll be your hope, I'll be your love be everything that you need.
I love you more with every breath truly madly deeply do..
I will be strong I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on a new beginning.
A reason for living. A deeper meaning. Yeah..

As the music flowed over the stones and filled the night sky, Kingsley’s booming voice rang out again. “May I introduce the newly bonded: Hermione Jean, Sirius Orion, and Remus John Black.”

As the applause went up the three stood close, arms interlinked as they laughed and waved. “May I just say,” Hermione said quietly to her two lovers. “That you are both very bad boys for looking do devilishly handsome tonight.”

Sirius chuckled and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “And you look absolutely ravishing, love.”

Remus kissed her other cheek and nuzzled his nose against her ear. “Beautiful, if this were the full moon we’d both be baying at your feet.”

Their threesome relationship outlasted everyone’s expectations, taking them through their wonderfully peaceful lives. Rough patches were overcome with honesty and tender lovemaking that never failed to let them show their true emotions even when words were not so forthcoming.

They were survived by five children, two boys and three girls, and all intelligent, arrogant, mischievous, and kind, who were sorted into Gryffindor and remain close to this day.