MISSION 2: Get Hermione Laid...AGAIN!

A/N:Righty hoh! Finally, I have *hopefully* managed to come up with a semi-decent *ahem, perhaps that is indecent* conclusion to what has become quite a bloody epic, at least as far as I’m concerned, considering I started this nearly two years ago! I hope you all enjoy, and yes, I will be more than likely making this into a trilogy at some point, but right now I’m just going to revel in the thought that I finally got to put ‘fic completed’ next to this one (yes, and Ferv, that makes it what…3 more left to finish? Gah!!). Oh, and warning, this is a little slashy…

Oh, and for the sake of having not done this in sometime, believe it or not, Snape, Herms, Remus, Sirius and whatever else that might just vaguely resemble something belonging to JK Rowling and her dear sycophants, is not mine. Course, I am infinitely thankful that she doesn’t appear to mind us doing such sordid things to her creations!

With more bravery than even I could ever muster, in retort to Snape’s insufferable glare, Sirius pipes up, “It is quite understandable, old man, if you can’t handle satisfying ‘Mione again.”

“Just in case you had failed to notice, Black, you did not exactly age gracefully while you were in Azkaban.”

“Azkaban is my excuse, and yours is?” Sirius reprises with a smug grin.

Uh oh. Why do I get the distinct feeling that if I don’t stop this promptly that I am going to be witness to at least one murder tonight? Could be because Snape is reaching for his wand…might also have something to do with that gleam in Sirius’ eye.

“Sirius, Professor…” I began, but Remus has placed a hand on my arm and I realise that Sirius and Professor Snape are more intent on beating each other than listening to what Miss Mediator has to say.

“Well,” Sirius continues to egg Snape on, “at least perhaps you could use that stick to give ‘Mione some gratification!”

“Remus, you have to do something!” I plead quietly with him as I look on, absolutely certain they are about to destroy each other.

“Indeed,” Remus mutters into my hair. His fingers wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him, pressing himself against me. Remus’ lips move to my neck, blazing soft trails over my skin and up to my ear.

“Remus! For Merlin’s sake!” I complain, trying to push him off me. So very out of character for him to be more concerned with his own satisfaction than with the well being of his friends.

“Trust me, Hermione, if anything will stop them, it is this.”

Not so convinced, but lacking any other option (short of hexing the pair of them), I reluctantly give in.

“May I just remind you that you hardly needed even a half of the time I allocated you and Hermi…Miss Granger!” Snape bellows, his wand now pointing dangerously low.

“And? She was more than satisfied, weren’t you, ‘Mi…” Sirius breaks off as he turns to me, only to find his best friend’s arms around me, his lips on my skin and his hips rocking gently against my rear end.

“Bloody hell.” Snape, it would appear, is disgusted at himself for allowing his goal to be blurred by Sirius. With one last glare at his opponent, Snape returns his wand to the inside of his robes lying on the sofa. Sirius, on the other hand, continues to glare at Snape, carefully calculating his every move. That is until Snape has cupped my face in his large hands and is kissing me in such a slow, intimate and enticing manner that I no longer give a damn if Sirius is still glaring at him or dancing a jig with Dobby. How is it that Professor Snape can turn what is really quite a sordid sexual romp into something so intimate? Though it is Remus’ fingers that are dancing over my skin, teasing at all the sensitive places, Remus’ lips that are nipping at my neck, it is Snape’s kiss that has me completely inebriated.

“Told you so,” Remus chuckles in my ear, as more hands slide across my body when Sirius joins us.

No longer care. Snape’s hands remain on my face, whilst another pair (I believe Lupin’s) caress my breasts, teasing my nipples into taught peaks. One more hand is stroking at my clit, driving me a little insane with its urgency in comparison to Snape’s movements, and finally, the other is holding me in place, the warm palm pressed against my backside.

Damn it! I cannot take this sweet torture – enough to drive me into complete wonton, yet nowhere near enough to satisfy. Blimey, I am getting demanding – good!

“More,” I mutter against Snape’s lips. Remus growls against my skin as he catches my words. Snape releases my mouth and moves to question in an undertone, “Where are your manners, Miss Granger?”

Damn him! I don’t want to play that damn game any more! I am driven to distraction as I become blazingly aware that Snape is once more perfectly aroused and pressed taut against my belly, and Remus appears to be finding this all quite pleasing too, if the hard shaft digging into my back is anything to go by. Gods, I want them. Fine – fine, if that’s what I have to do to get what I want, that is just fine. I want him, I want all of them, and if saying please is all it takes…

“More. Please. Sir.”

“Much improvement in manners, Miss Granger, but I don’t think you are being quite specific enough.” Snape is smirking, I can feel his facial movements against my hair. Bastard.

“I want you to fuck me now,” I demand, getting very agitated. Then, with a sharp look from said tormentor, I quickly add, “Please, sir.”

“Much better, Miss Granger.” In response for my good behaviour, Snape slips his hands from my face, down my back and they come to rest in the crease at the top of my thighs. Easily, he lifts my feet from the floor and I assist him in his endeavour by wrapping my legs securely around his waist. With one more move, Snape raises me a little higher, his hands inevitably tugging the skin surrounding my nether regions as he does, tightening the skin and sending another flush of desire through me. Swatting Sirius’ fingers away, Snape lowers me onto himself, slowly sliding inside me and releasing a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. Gods, it feels good. Fanfuckingtastic even. Inside me he is searing hot and silky. I can feel his heartbeat quicken within his chest and I am certain mine is doing a damn good imitation of it. Snape grunts, and I realise I have been biting at his shoulder.

Totally distracting me from this wonderful intrusion, Remus slides down my back and, after the quick placement of some later much respected lubricant, he joins Snape within my depths, pressing his way through the tight ring of muscles surrounding my anus. Though by now I should almost be used to this encroachment, I find myself tensing once more, until Snape manages to move his hands enough to free one, and begins to softly stroke my hair while muttering, “Relax, Hermione.” However, as soon as Remus has filled me, I no longer feel panicked. I feel so full, so tight, so hot, and ever so thankful that Remus and Severus are almost the same height.

“Ahem.” Sirius. Whatever. Am too happy right at the moment to give a flying Hippogriff.

“Hello?” He sounds very, very agitated.

“Black, your services are not required,” Snape hisses, his voice somewhat strained.

“They are more than necessary, Snivellus. After all, Hermione surely wants more than your ten seconds worth.”

“If I remember correctly, it was you who was in this position not so long ago, Black, and you had to resort to dirty tactics on your friend’s behalf to cover up your own inadequacies.”

“I wasn’t in that precise position,” Black retorts.

Snape dismisses him in his usual sarcastic manner. “Right.”

With hands now on my hips, Snape lifts me slightly as he presses forward, sliding both himself and Remus within me – gods, the friction is wonderful! That is, until Snape suddenly freezes.

“What the bloody hell do you think you are doing, Black?” he snaps over his shoulder.

“Seeing how controlled you are in the same situation, Snape. Then again, if you don’t think you can handle it…”

Snape remains silent for a moment. “Very well, if you must. If it will make you feel like that much more of a man…”

“Not my intention at all. I believe it is you who will be whimpering like ‘Mione.”

The only indication that Sirius has entered Snape is a very restrained grunt on Snape’s behalf and him thrusting forward into me ever so slightly.

Resuming his slow pace, Snape thrusts into me again, though his retreat is somewhat more hampered this time. Remus, whose lips are on my shoulder, smiles a broad grin. Yes, Remus, it would appear that you were right – the boys can put their differences aside for the sake of fucking me into oblivion – though it would be tiring on my part, perhaps that is the answer to world peace? Meh, stuff world peace, I just want to stay like this forever!

Several more strokes and I am whimpering, despite having promised myself I wouldn’t after Sirius’ previous comment. Snape moans almost inaudibly as my muscles contract slightly around him as my desire increases and my body reacts accordingly.

“See how you handle this, Snivellus,” Sirius smirks over Snape’s shoulder at me. I have no idea what he is on about until a thumb slips between us and settles upon my clit. Steady strokes light my arousal further. Urged on by Snape’s relentless strokes and the slight rhythm that Lupin has taken up, I am so damn close. Snape loses his grip on me a little causing Remus to slip out of his position. Gods, the sudden loss dampens my desire, but before I can dwell on this, Remus is pressed against my rear opening again. “Relax, Hermione,” he requests, and I do my best. Then, with no other warning, he enters me again with one hard thrust, sending a delightful mix of pleasure and pain through my body, which quickly settles at my core. Though I was trying to hold off, if only for Snape’s sake, I can’t do it. My orgasm catches me quite by surprise, fully fledged and I convulse almost violently around the two men. I can feel Snape losing his hold on me once more as I continue to writhe in his hands, and thankfully Lupin moves his own to help support me.

“God damn bloody Merlin,” Snape mutters under his breath and I force my eyes open to observe him; he is biting his lip so hard I swear he is going to draw blood soon; his eyes are heavily lidded. Damn, if I could record this, there would be quite a few students who were no longer terrified of their dreaded Potions master, though I would undoubtedly have competition for his attentions. Nope, going to keep this delightful sight all to myself!

“Not so easy, is it, Snape,” Sirius comments in a low growl from behind him. “Burying yourself within Hermione’s depths is one thing, relishing in the warmth, in the velvety feel of her surrounding you – feeling her orgasm rippling through her body and trying to tempt you to join her.”

Snape groans and slows his pace in what I assume is an attempt at regaining control.

“But, to have no control over other stimuli,” Sirius continues, and this time I feel his thrust into Snape, “is hard to take, isn’t it? You don’t like that, do you, Severus? All loss of control?”

Snape’s groan turns into a whimper.

“She is watching you, Snape. ‘Mione is looking at you losing your control and is finding it thoroughly enticing, aren’t you?” Sirius’ eyes move to mine for a moment.

I lean forward the best I can, quite enjoying Snape’s sudden loss of power. In a husky whisper, I let him know, “I want you to give in, Severus. I want you to lose all control and I want it to be my doing.”

Snape’s eyes fly open, and with a look of desirable terror, he digs his fingers into my thighs and thrusts into me with abandon. Lupin, thankfully, increases his own pace and it isn’t long before I can feel myself drawing ever so close to that wonderful edge of oblivion.

“Damn it, Black, help her!” Snape hisses, his teeth gritted in concentration. “I want to feel her writhing around me again!”

“My pleasure,” Sirius replies, and his thumb resumes its place on my clit, driving me to insanity.

“Let go, Severus,” I whisper again. With a guttural moan, Snape does just that, his movements quite erratic, his body quaking. I follow him, hanging on for dear life as I am once more enveloped by the heady sensation. I hear Lupin grunt once and join us.

Sometime later, I am roused into semi-consciousness by someone saying my name.

“Er, you don’t think we’ve hurt her, do you?” Lupin is saying, sounding somewhat concerned.

“No,” Snape replies, and I feel fingers stroking at my hair.

“You’re sure?”

“Certain. For Merlins sake, you twits have just spent hours entertaining yourselves with her, is it not surprising that she is simply exhausted?”

There is an agreeable silence.

“Miss Granger?”

“Mm?” I murmur, shifting slightly uncomfortably on the sofa.

“You are well?”

“Indescribably so,” I reply with a grin, my eyes still closed. Snape is right – I am more than tired.

“Time to retire, then.” Snape magicks my clothes back on, then scoops me from the sofa and, though I am half asleep, I contentedly snuggle into his chest as he carries me through the halls.