Triangle of Lust

To all my lovely reviewers: TY SOOO MUCH!!! I'm afraid I have to get rid of someone here and I hope you can understand why!

“Stop! You’re hurting me!”

“That’s it, slut! Scream for me!”

“No! Get off me!” she screamed louder.

“Oh yes, fight me, bitch!”

Harry had awoken from a nightmare once again, in the middle of the night and was walking the halls, when he heard muffled shouts coming from Ginny’s room. Apparently a silencing charm had been cast, but it didn’t appear to be strong enough. Regretting his recent habit of leaving his wand by his bed, he quickly made his way to her room, hoping to stop whatever was going on inside, but fearing the worse.

He silently opened the door, wanting a surprise attack on the assailant, but the surprise was left to him as he watched the scene unfolding on the wall by the bed. Ginny was shackled to the wall, completely naked, with her hands and legs spread wide. While her words and actions showed that of someone being raped, her eyes showed only that of desire and want.

She struggled forcefully against the bonds as Kingsley pounded into over and over.

“That’s it, fight me!” he growled, making her scream louder.

“Fuck you!” she snarled, then gave herself away when she thrust her body into his own.

“No,” he said, punctuating each word with an even harder thrust, “fuck-you-bitch.”

At his last word, Harry watched in shock as Ginny came completely undone around Kingsley. Her entire body convulsing as she screamed his name over and over and her head rolled back to rest on the wall.

Kingsley took out his wand and waved it at the wall, deftly catching her when she fell into his arms. He carried her to the bed and gently lay her down, kissing his way up her thighs, along her stomach, and suckling her breasts. Then he very gently entered her, using slow strokes as he continued to run his fingers around on her body.

She looked up at him with uncertainty. “Kingsley, what are you doing?” she asked with a quivering voice.

“Making love to you, Ginny.”

“We don’t ‘make love’, Kingsley, we fuck. That’s just…that’s just what we do,” she added, as tears formed in her eyes.

“Did,” he corrected, “that’s what we did. Until you made me start feeling things for you that I shouldn’t. Now, you’ve had it your way, let me have it mine.”

“This…this isn’t right,” she whimpered as he pulled her nipple back into his mouth. “What about Harry?”

“What about him? Don’t act like you care now.” He stopped his motions and looked into her eyes. “Make the choice, Ginny. Him or me? I’ve given you time enough. But know this, if you choose me, then you’re mine. No running back to him. I want all of you, love, all of you.”

“Kingsley, please,” she pleaded, “he means…”

“He means nothing to you and you know it.” he said forcefully. “You’ve already told me how you’ve been using him, his fame and fortune. Don’t start lying to me now. You have until tomorrow to answer me.”

Slowly he withdrew from her, standing up and charming his clothes back on, he turned around. “I daresay, Miss Weasley, as Minister of Magic, there would be quite a bit of fame and fortune for the one who has captured me as well. You have until tomorrow.”

Harry barely had time to register the pain in the older man’s eyes before he turned into a large bird and flew out the window. When he heard Ginny start to sob, he quietly shut the door and walked back to his room. A myriad of thoughts were running through his mind. Kingsley is an animagus? That explains how no one has seen him come or go. He’s in love with Ginny? He wants her? She wants him, apparently. Well, this should make things easier. It’s not as though we’ve actually been ‘together’ for awhile now.

He was brought up short by the door opening and a barely clad Charlie saying, “Harry? Are you alright, love?”

“I’m going to talk to Ginny tomorrow,” he said blandly, wondering how he got to Charlie’s room and not his own, as Charlie led him into the room.

“Ok,” he said softly, before pulling Harry into a loving embrace and kissing him softly.

Meanwhile…Hermione awoke to find herself next to a very warm, and very naked Sirius Black. Memories of only hours before ran threw her mind and she felt herself getting turned on again. When she had agreed to Sirius’ request to spend the night with him, she heard Remus slowly slip out of the room. Now she couldn’t get him out of her head. She felt Sirius stir behind her, then felt him tighten his arm around her waist, drawing her closer to his bare chest as he slowly began kissing her neck.

Moaning at his touch, she arched back into him. “Hermione,” he breathed against her neck, “do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you?”

“You…you have?” she asked, shocked at his confession.

“Yes, over a year now I’ve wanted you,” he replied, kissing down her neck and to her shoulder, before gently rolling her onto her back. “Don’t say it back, and don’t…well, don’t say anything, but,” he paused, leaving Hermione with the impression that she was watching a very rare moment of uncertainty in Sirius, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Suddenly he was on her again, kissing every inch of her he could find and touching her everywhere, leaving her breathless and out of control. His hands caressed her breasts before moving to her opening. She moaned and arched into his touch, riding the sensations he made her feel. He flicked his finger over her clit and she screamed his name, coming unglued and thrashing her body around him.

He chuckled softly before slowly entering her. She moaned again, thrusting up to meet his every stroke. “So responsive,” he murmured into her neck. “So good! Gods, Hermione you’re like a drug.”

He continued to thrust into her, flicking her hardened nub with his finger when she cried and begged for release. He didn’t just make love to her, he consumed her, possessed her, left her at a loss for all words that weren’t his name.

When heat enveloped them both and they fell to the sheets completely sated once more, she looked into his eyes and saw the emotions he spoke of. She also saw a fear of rejection, but she just wasn’t ready to tell him how she felt. For one, she didn’t know how she felt, and for another, right now there was a sense of betraying Remus that had her too worried. She lovingly moved a lock of hair from his face and kissed his lips gently.

“I better go to my room. It wouldn’t do for Harry to find me here, with you.”

“Don’t care,” he pouted, pulling her closer to him and kissing her again.

“I do. I just don’t want him to know about us right now,” she added.

“So,” he asked hopefully, “there’s an us?”

She grinned at him wickedly and said, “there could be, if you play your cards right, Mr. Black.”

He growled when she sprung out of bed and put her clothes on. Watching her dress was almost as sexy as watching her undress. She kissed him longingly on the lips once more, before walking out of the door. Walking to Remus’ room, she quietly opened the door and saw him sleeping in his bed. He looked so peaceful and content, she didn’t have the heart to wake him. Instead she went to her own room and slept peacefully herself that night.

Hermione was later than usual getting down to breakfast the next morning and blushed slightly when she saw her two lovers talking at the table. Looking for a subject to take her mind off things, she asked, “Where’s Harry?”

“He’s um, talking to Ginny, I think,” came Charlie’s stuttered reply as his own face reddened slightly.

Hermione walked over beside him, placing her hand over his own reassuringly. Though no one ever talked about who was with whom, it was pretty obvious that Harry had told Charlie that those three knew. He grinned at her sheepishly and said, “my family won’t take too kind to it, I’m afraid. They always wanted them to get married and live happily ever after.”

“If he married her,” Hermione said, “he'd be far from happy.”

She was interrupted by the shouts coming from the hall. Apparently the talk hadn’t went so nicely and they were all just thankful that Mrs. Black was no longer residing there.

“Ginny, seriously, we’ve been over this a thousand times. It’s for the best and you know it!”

“Harry, there’s someone else, that’s what I know! I want to know who it is and I want to know now!”

Everyone in the kitchen froze as they barged into the room. It was obvious that Harry thought having an audience would keep her silent, but that wasn’t to be the case and he suddenly didn’t seem to care.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” he snarled. “Why don’t you go talk to your own lover before you start questioning me.”

“My what? Harry there’s been no one but you since we got together. I’ve been in love with you forever, Harry. You’re the only man I’ve ever been with, will ever be with. If you want someone else, then I understand. But we can work through this,” she pleaded.

“You stand there and lie to me?! I saw you, Ginny, twice---with Kingsley Shaklebolt!”

To her credit, Ginny looking slightly ashamed, then she got even angrier. “And I saw you with her!” she yelled pointing at Hermione.

“Excuse me?” Harry said. “I have never had sex with Hermione. Nor will I ever have sex with her!”

“Bullshit, Harry! I saw you kiss her, then take her into her room. I saw you!” she shouted.

Hermione froze and she could see not only Remus, but Sirius as well, tense at those words and look at her accusingly from across the room.

“That’s right, Ginny, that’s exactly what happened. I kissed her, then we went in her room and TALKED, Ginny, we talked. Agreed we shouldn’t ruin our friendship and left it at that.”

Ginny was fuming, but Hermione noticed Remus and Sirius visibly relax.

“Then you’re gay! Is that it? Is the ‘perfect Boy-Who-whatever it is you are now, really just a pansy?” she taunted.

“Ginny,” Hermione said quietly, but with force, “I think it’s time you left. You two should calm down and talk about this later.”

Ginny whipped around and without warning, slapped Hermione hard across the face. Time seemed to stand still for several seconds, then speed back up to catch itself as several things happened at once. Charlie flew out of his chair towards his sister, Harry tried to step between them, and Remus and Sirius drew their wands and aimed at Ginny while growling. Hermione instinctively put her hand to her cheek and stared daggers at Ginny who started raving again.

“You bitch! You stupid little slut!” Ginny screamed. “I bet your whoring ass didn’t even wait until Ron was in the ground before you threw yourself at his best friend!” she screeched.

Harry immediately drew his wand, but he was too late. Before anyone could understand what was happening, Ginny went flying into a nearby chair and found herself bound and unable to move or speak. Hermione slowly advanced on her, wand pointing to her chest and hair flying.

“Never, and I mean never,” she growled, “insult me in such a way again. Who I have, or have not been with, is of no concern of yours. Ron meant the world to me and Harry, and I’ll be damned if I let you tarnish his memory in such a way.”

Ginny struggled against her bonds as Hermione removed the silencing charm. “You bitch! Let me go or I swear…”


“WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!”

Everyone turned towards the door to see Molly Weasley standing there watching them. Her hands were on her hips and her face was red in anger.

“Why is my daughter bound to a chair? And why are all of you pointing your wands at her?” she asked in an even voice as she looked at them all in turn.

“It would appear, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione started through gritted teeth, never taking her eyes off of Ginny, “that she doesn’t take to being broken up with very well. I suggest you escort her back to The Burrow before things really take a turn for the worse.”

“You can’t tell me what to do! This isn’t your house!” she said, before turning to Sirius with a sexy pout on her lips, “is it Sirius? You want me to stay, don’t you?”

“Get your things and get out of my house,” he snarled.

“But that will take a long time, can’t I stay for a bit?” she begged.

“You have one week to have everything you own, including yourself, out of this house. Until you can treat those that I call family with respect, never darken my doorstep again!”

Hermione undid her bounds and watched Ginny stand up huffily.

“Ginny,” Mrs. Weasley said sternly, “go to the Burrow now, you can collect your things later.”

“But Mum,” she whined.

“Now, Ginerva!”

When Ginny had left, Molly took a deep breath and looked around the room. Charlie was standing beside Harry, unconsciously moving closer to him. Hermione hadn’t moved, but had put away her wand, as had Harry. Remus and Sirius were glaring daggers at the door, wands lowered, but still in hand.

Slowly she looked at Harry, the gentleness in her voice surprising everyone. “I take it that you and Ginny are no longer together.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs.Weasley, we just…”

She held up her hand to stop him, a stern look back on her face.

“Mum, at least hear him out,” Charlie said, only to be stopped by the same raised hand.

“There’s nothing you can tell me about my children that I don’t already know,” she said pointedly looking at Harry and Charlie. “I know my daughter hasn’t been happy for awhile. I do not believe the fault belongs to anyone but herself. She has become quite greedy and even a bit manipulative recently. I think moving back home would be best for her, for everyone. Harry, you’re still welcome there anytime. I think, eventually, she will calm down and become more like her usual self. I also think, that she’ll be happier without you in the future.”

“How did you know to come?” Remus asked suddenly.

Molly grinned at him and said, “my clock suddenly moved her to Mortal Peril.” She looked at Hermione and grinned, “I suppose I can see why. Whatever she said or did to you, I’m sorry.”

Hermione hugged her hard for several minutes and Harry and Charlie came up and did the same.

“I’m going to keep her at home for now. We’ll come collect her belongings for her, she won’t be back.”

“Thank you, Molly,” Sirius said sincerely.

Once Molly left, Harry looked at Charlie guiltily. “Do you think she knows?”

He chuckled softly and said, “yea, I think she knows.”

Hermione couldn’t control her emotions and started laughing outright, followed shortly by Remus and Sirius.

“What’s so bloody funny?” Harry asked.

“Harry, it’s not hard for a person to know.”

As the three calmed down, Harry groaned and slumped down in a chair, Charlie following suit right beside him.

Suddenly, Sirius chuckled again and looked at the ceiling. “You owe me, Prongs!” he said, and Remus chuckled as well.

“Um, owes you for what?” Harry asked. His Godfather suddenly talking to his dead father wasn’t a normal occurrence.

“I bet your father that you would end up just like him and he denied it,” Sirius replied.

“What are you talking about?”

“I think,” Remus said grinning at his friend, “his thoughts were that Lily would endear Harry to only the female species. Since that couldn’t happen, he doesn’t really owe you anything, Padfoot.”

“Wait, what? Are you saying…”

“Yes, we’re saying your father swung both ways, Harry,” Sirius said, laughing at Harry’s shocked expression. “Well actually, he preferred wizards, your mother was the only exception.”

Harry stared in disbelief before a slightly disgusted look came across his face. “So you guys, um…”

“No,” Remus said, saving him from embarrassment, “not with your father.”

Harry wanted to ask more about that, but smartly kept his mouth shut. He decided to ask a different question. “So, how did my mother fit into the equation?”

“Harry, most people in the wizarding world are bisexual. It’s not really talked about, but it’s common knowledge. However, it’s also expected that a wizard will marry a witch and what he does in his spare time, well, that’s their own business. Your father loved Lily very much and was completely faithful to her once they married. There was just only ever one witch for him.”

They all pondered that for a moment, before finishing breakfast and moving to the living room Charlie and Harry were talking quietly while Hermione and Remus were playing wizards chess. Sirius tried helping Hermione, but he was worse than she was, so he let them be and walked over to the fireplace. Harry soon joined him, something obviously on his mind.

“Something wrong, Harry?” Sirius asked.

“No, not really. It’s just that, well, what you were saying earlier about my dad, that’s exactly how I feel.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, turning his full attention to Harry and hoping he wouldn’t say what Sirius was afraid he’d say.

“Well, there was only one witch for him, and I feel that way about Hermione. I know, I know, we’re best friends and I’m completely ok with that now. It’s just that I never would have thought I’d lose her to my own father’s best friend.”

“What?!” Sirius sputtered, wondering how in the hell Harry had found out. Their first time together was last night, how could he know.

“That’s what I said when she told me.”

“She told you?”

“Shh, keep your voice down. I thought you would know about her and Remus. I’m sorry if I surprised you.”

“Remus? Hermione and Remus? No, no I didn’t know that.” Sirius was shaken. Why would she come to him if she was with Remus? How could she do that to either one of them.

“I think she’s in love with him, but I don’t think he returns those feelings,” Harry said quietly.

“I don’t know. I think I’ll find out,” he said ,swallowing thickly as he watched the two look at each other. It was so obvious he couldn’t figure out how he had missed it before. They looked like a couple in love, even if they wouldn’t say it to the other.

“I’ll find out how he feels and if he loves her, then he should tell her,” he said finally.

“I agree. I want her to be happy more than anything. As happy as I am now,” he added grinning.

Sirius smiled back at him, happy that his godson had found happiness, and wishing for the same thing for the woman that he also loved…and the man, but knowing he wasn‘t going to give either one up without a fight.

Chapter End Notes:
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