Reclaiming the Trio

Some lemon for you in this chapter. You know, just so I don't get out of practice (smiles).


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Chapter 6: That Night


Ginny had done exactly what she'd said she'd do: she helped get Hermione settled in, and then she left. Sirius and Remus had gotten food brought in instead of trying to cook in the state they were in. Hermione had good-naturedly teased them, as obviously she'd never expect Ron or Harry to cook for the three of them. Sirius remembered to one of those too-few conversations he'd had with his godson, and remembered that Harry could in fact cook, but that he typically didn't for Ron and Hermione. It reminded him too much of being stuck at the Dursleys, mostly.


Sirius and Harry had each added a number of modern muggle conveniences to the house at Grimmauld Place over the time since the Order had started using it as headquarters, so after dinner, Remus, Sirius and Hermione all lounged on a couch watching television. There was nothing good on, but the three of them were all preoccupied, so it didn't matter.


Hermione was trying to figure out why "Ron" and "Harry" were being so aloof, not being so physically affectionate as usual, and why Ginny had left so abruptly. She channel surfed as she thought, chewing her lip.


Sirius was thinking about what he now knew about his godson, and trying to quell the bursting pride he felt in his chest. Harry had lived, loved, and won the war for them. But now he was gone, and Sirius was left with Remus to try to pick up the pieces that Harry and Ron had left. The television wasn't distracting him as he hoped it would, but at least the noise kept his companions from chattering at him. Though Remus would have his head if Sirius ever accused him of chattering.


Remus was by far having the hardest time sitting on the couch and pretending to be interested in the programs Hermione was randomly skipping through. As werewolves aged, slow as the process was, they began to ingrain more of their lupine characteristics in their human sentiments. And Moony, as his wolfish half was affectionately called by his friends, wanted Hermione. No-one save perhaps Sirius knew how Moony could be, how possessive and saturnine yet whimsical he was. How dangerous he could be when provoked or aroused. He shuddered as memories tried to grab him, drag him down into the dark abyss of animalism that was heralded by minor transformations; he watched as Hermione shifted on the couch, her top shifting a bit to show a swell of creamy breast. He could feel the heat as his eyes shifted from their normal color to the golden eyes of the were; each time they shifted, and shifted back, there was less of Remus and more of Moony left in them.


After what seemed hours, Hermione stood up and dramatically stretched, bending a bit so her bum was more prominent to the men sitting behind her. She twisted this way and that, and Sirius had to smile. She's so bloody transparent, he thought, and he turned to look at Remus, who was simultaneously blushing and drooling. Some things never change; Remus would always be a bit ashamed of his "affliction", as he called it.


"I think I'm ready to turn in. And you lot?" Hermione said as she turned to them, her eyes warm and deep. She stood up straighter and breathed deeply, her breast straining against their confines. She smiled and turned to leave the room. "Coming?"


"Don't you think you should get some more rest?" Remus asked quietly. He was trying to be as Ron-like as possible, but in his caution his was failing miserably.


"I've rested quite enough, thank you. Now, the two of you can join me willingly, or I can perform a full-body bind on you and levitate you up there. Choose, or I'll choose for you," Hermione said icily. She wasn't sure what had happened while she'd been out, but she was going to get to the bottom of things.


Remus got off the couch and moved to follow her wordlessly. Sirius stayed in his seat until Hermione smiled saucily at him. Her eyes darkened, and he decided it would be in his best interest to follow her and his friend.


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"Ah, that's better," Hermione said, snuggling up with her companions in the large bed that was the centerpiece of her bedroom. She'd shucked her day-clothes and was clad in an old t-shirt that Sirius recognized as one of Harry's. "What did you think I was after when I suggested you come up here with me?"


"Nothing," Sirius said, too quickly. Hermione's eyes narrowed and she stuck her tongue out at him. He laughed and Hermione smiled for a minute.


"I was so afraid you'd gone, left me, died. I couldn't bear the thought. And then I woke up, and you two were acting as if we'd never shared anything. It was just too much. All I want is to be held, comforted, and wake up between my best friends, my lovers," Hermione said, trying to stifle a yawn. She was snuggled in Remus's arms, her back against his chest while Sirius held her small hands in his own large ones.


Sirius and Remus had left Hermione in her own room to change while they left in search of bedclothes for themselves. Summer had hit Grimmauld Place hard, so each man had foregone a shirt in favor of loose pajama pants. Sirius's were black and Remus's were tan with huge grey wolf paw prints. Sirius laughed, and Remus blushed and said that a friend had given them to him.


When they returned, Hermione had looked curiously at the men's choices for night clothes, but said nothing. Sirius looked from Remus to Hermione and back again, and he put two and two together: Hermione must have been the one to give Remus the pajamas, and her mind was trying to build a memory of Ron having the same pair. She had shaken her head and allowed the men into her bed, snuggling down with them as if they'd been doing it for years.


Well, Hermione and the boys have, Sirius thought. He'd have to tell Remus sooner rather than later. If only she'd need to use the bathroom. . .


"Um, I'll be right back," Hermione said, blushing as she got up and ran for the nearest bathroom. Sirius chuckled. Sometimes he really did have the devil's own luck.


"I assume you have some sort of explanation for what the hell is going on here?" Remus growled softly, rolling over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow as he looked at the length of Sirius laid out on the bed. If the situation were different, they'd have sated each other by then, but Remus wouldn't risk it until Hermione was back to normal.


Sirius put his hands behind his head and gazed up at the ceiling while he thought. He spoke quietly, telling Remus everything Ginny had told him; well, almost everything. He left out some things that he thought weren't pertinent. Remus's eyes grew wider and wider, and Sirius had to laugh by the time he was through speaking.


"I know. I always saw them as the perfect little trio, too. As Ginny said, though, 'What did you think he was doing, knitting?'" Sirius said, and Remus groaned as he rolled over onto his back.


"Well, dispersing sweaters would certainly be easier than pretending to be Ron and Harry, especially in that capacity," Remus said, and Sirius smiled at him. Remus answered his smile with his own little smirk. "Although not as enjoyable. But we can't take advantage of the fact."


"Well, not totally, but maybe a bit," Sirius said. "Look at it this way: a few kisses to keep her from going nutters for now, nothing so bad that she can be mad at us once she remembers everything. And we'll be fine so long as she doesn't ovulate or go into heat or however we're supposed to call it."


"I hate to say it, but I think you're right. We'll be fine. All we have to do is help her remember without her mind or heart breaking, and without ravishing her to within an inch of her life during," Remus said.


"But she's open prey afterwards," Sirius said, and laughed, until he saw Remus's eyes change again. "Remus, I would never take her from you unfairly, she'll make the choice. And maybe we can share as before."


"That's not the problem now," Remus rasped, his nostrils flaring slightly. Sirius looked at Remus for a moment before he focused his own sense of smell. Being an animagus had its advantages. But this was bad; having an animagus form also had the downside of imprinting on the human character. And the worst was happening.


"She's waiting," Remus growled, putting his hands down flat on the sheets, his nose working and his eyes shining. Sirius felt Padfoot coming out as well, smelling the sweet blood that begged for seed. She was close to her moon cycle; she must have run to the bathroom to make sure she wasn't bleeding yet.


"She's ripe to be plucked," Sirius responded. He was trying to control himself; if he couldn't control himself, Remus wouldn't stand a chance. "Hermione, come out and play. . . "


Hermione heard her companions' voices and she stuck her head out of the bathroom. Her hair was flowing around her, the waves relaxed; the t-shirt she had on barely covered her knickers. The white cotton peeped out at the men, the dark curls visible through the thin fabric.


She looked the goddess, standing in the doorway. Their eyes devoured her, and she felt something shift in her, a movement in the general region of her heart. Something in her head clicked, and she felt renewed, as if some bit of life had been breathed back into her.


"Only if you will, too," Hermione breathed, leaving the doorway to make her way carefully to the bed, peeling her t-shirt off quietly, standing nearly nude in front of the men. Remus's eyes were glowing, and oddly enough, she didn't think it strange. "Make room for me?"


Remus glared at Sirius, who quickly shifted and held a hand out to Hermione. She took it and climbed up on the bed, feeling it move slightly as she put first one knee than the other on it, kneeling before the men. She reached for Remus first, her hands stroking down his chest, not registering all the scarring and the hair; she cupped his chin in one hand and brought him up to her, pressing a soft, loving kiss on his lips. Sirius was at her back, kissing her neck and suckling softly, nipping the soft flesh, eliciting small sounds from her.


Remus growled and Hermione gave a throaty chuckle, opening her mouth and letting him enter, tasting one another. After a spell, Hermione removed her lips from his, turning to Sirius and kissing him deeply, drinking his taste in her mouth, sighing as his tongue caressed hers.


"This feels so new, even now," Hermione sighed as she let the men stretch her out on the wide bed, kissing and exploring. Sirius started at her ear, licking and nipping, his tongue tracing the shell of her lobe. He nibbled his way down her neck, his day's growth of beard scratching and sensitizing her skin. He settled at her mouth while his hands played down to her shoulders, her breasts, tweaking and twisting as she urged him on. Hermione closed her eyes and let her body take over.


Sirius gave Remus a silent signal, and Remus started from the soles of Hermione feet, tickling as he stretched his body out over her legs. He settled at her stomach, licking slow circles around her navel, driving her crazy. He dipped his tongue into her navel, laving it carefully, before he trailed his tongue down the slight curve of her belly to her knickers, his breath hot over her. She jerked at the sensation and he growled softly, his teeth grazing her skin. Remus moved to hook a finger in the top of her knickers but stopped. Smiling, he instead opened his mouth and licked a line from her bottom up to her navel, raising his eyes so her could see her reaction.


"Ngh!" Hermione cried, writhing on the bed. Sirius broke the kiss and moved down her neck to attend to her breasts. He kissed and licked the large, fleshy globes, sucking her nipple into his mouth, laving it with his soft, strong tongue, biting it slightly, pulling back and releasing it with a soft 'pop'.


Remus was continuing his ministrations, moving the brief cotton knickers aside so he could plunge his tongue into her hot core. Her hips rose off the bed and Remus clamped his hands on her hips and held her down, thrusting his tongue into her over and over again, licking and sucking, finally finding her clit. He ran his tongue around her nub, pushing against it, working it until her was rewarded with the rush of her juices. Remus finally let her hips go and Hermione drew her knees up and rolled on her side, shuddering as she hugged herself, sighing and moaning.


Remus crawled up beside Hermione, shoving Sirius out of the way with a growl. Sirius growled back, but he moved to Hermione's other side, letting her rest her head on his chest while Remus spooned her warm, sated body against his chest, tucking his knees up under hers, scooting an arm around her so he could hold her more tightly against himself. He pressed a kiss to the back of Hermione's neck, and she sighed.


"'Night, Remus," Hermione sighed, and Sirius and Remus both shared a look before settling down for an uneasy sleep.