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Hermione’s day had been utter shite, everything had seemed to go wrong at work today. She had spent the entire day anxiously waiting until she could go home and let her worries melt away in a relaxing bath.
When she Flooed into her flat a faint noise had her immediately on edge, her wand instinctually raised in defence. Hermione moved stealthily towards the noise, her ears perked to try and pick up on the threat. As she got closer to her and Ron’s bedroom, rage had overtaken her body. Gone was the cautious witch with a plan, and her place was a witch ready for destruction.
Her hand was trembling as she pushed open the door, fear and fury driving her on.
The room was dark, but there was no mistaking the scene before her. Another witch was in their bed, her body moving above Ron’s. The flaming red hair gave him away.
“Ron?” Hermione’s voice came out strangled, brittle around the edges.
The couple stopped.
“Hermione?” If the hair didn’t give him away, his voice did.
The witch on top of Ron had the audacity to remain seated on top of him, offering only a sly smirk over her shoulder.
The world fell away, replaced by an all consuming rage. Distantly Hermione felt herself stumble back. Ron was cheating on her. He was fucking some other witch in their bed.
“How dare you.” Her words were scathing, dipped in the venom that was running through her veins.
The couple remained silent, adding insult to injury.
“Not only are you cheating on me, but you brought some– some slag into our bed. I cannot believe you!” Hermione shouted.
This spurred the other witch into action. Before Hermione could even comprehend what was happening, she felt the sharp sting of palm flash across her cheekbone.
A vicious cry flew from Hermione’s throat as she raised her wand in retribution. Before she could fire off a hex, Ron’s arms wrapped around her, dragging her away and knocking her wand out of her hand.
“What the fuck?” Hermione spat, blind with rage.
Ron backed away, moving until he was using his body as a barrier to protect the homewrecker behind him. His face was pinched, eyebrows pulled together. Hermione had seen this face on him a few times in their relationship. She knew that nothing good followed this look. Hysteria bubbled in Hermione’s stomach and she miserably wondered how things could possibly get worse.
“Hermione, it’s not her fault, it’s yours! You work all the time. Always going to the Potter’s and work events. I’m fucking tired of it. You leave me sitting here, alone. No wonder I am turning out more and more like Black. A godsdamned alcoholic, and it’s your fault.”
“You are making me cheat on you. We don’t have good sex, I have to think of other girls to be able to come. That is your fault. You don’t even try with your appearance. You don’t wear makeup or heels. I don’t even think I’ve seen you in a pretty dress in years. Let’s face it, even your underwear is boring. You are boring . And suddenly here you are ready to fight a girl, that is the first real emotion I have seen from you.”
Each accusation hit Hermione like a bludger. And it hurts . It hurts in a way that only words can.
The rage finally cracked, and out seeped the sadness that flows like black tar. Hermione did everything she could to not let it show, to not give Ron the satisfaction of her pain. So she offered only the fury.
“You want an emotion, Ronald? Go fuck yourself. This is my flat, get out, leave! Get out!”
“Fuck you too, Hermione. I never want anything to do with you ever again!” Ron’s face was red and twisted with rage as spittle flew from his mouth. The sight was revolting and Hermione was overcome by the thought that she had never hated anyone more than Ron in this moment.
He left after a lot of screaming, quickly grabbing clothes and fleeing with the other witch.
The moment Hermione heard the Floo activate, she allowed the full weight of the betrayal to settle on her shoulders. She collapsed on the floor, letting the sorrow take over her body. Cries wracked her body in a way that felt a little too close to pain.
Hermione allowed herself the time to cry before she began to shut off those emotions. She wiped her eyes to remove the evidence. The silence was deafening, and finally she couldn't stand it a moment longer. With robotic motions she pushed herself up and decided to go to the Potter’s.
* * *
The rain was pouring down, soaking Hermione to her bones as she knocked on the front door of Potter Manor. It took a few seconds for the light in the hallway to flicker on.
“I bet it’s Hermione,” Sirius shouted to the others before even pulling open the door.
Hermione gave one more wipe under her eyes, double checking that she hadn’t missed any tears, not that it was useful since the rain was dripping all over her face and hiding all evidence. The door opened and Hermione straightened up quickly, forcing a small smile onto her lips.
“Kitten!” he opened the door without hesitation, yet the moment Sirius saw her standing there, the smile faded from his face. He didn’t waste a moment before pulling her inside. “What’s wrong?”
She tried to speak, to tell him that nothing was wrong, but her voice wasn’t working, and the only thing that broke free of her lips were sobs. Uncontrollable, body wracking sobs.
“What’s taking so bloody long?” James' head popped around the corner, quickly followed by Harry’s slightly lower and Remus just behind them.
“What did you do, Pads?” Remus scolded, striding over them in just a few big steps.
Sirius looked completely lost as he shrugged. “I opened the door,” he looked over at Hermione, who was gasping for air, her lips blue as the cold spread through her body. “Do you need anything?”
“Are you serious?” Harry snapped, going as far to push both men aside and wrapping Hermione in a big hug with an added warming charm. Before Sirius could reply, Harry went on. “Get her some clothes and hot chocolate.”
Sirius walked away and turned around in the doorway to the kitchen. “With marshmallows and whipped cream?”
“Of course!” Harry hugged her tighter, caressing her back.
“I’ll get some clothes,” James was already halfway up the stairs.
Remus guided Hermione and Harry to the sitting room, flicking on the fireplace and closing down the Floo. He moved to wrap a plush blanket around Hermione, making sure all of her limbs were tucked in. Through this Harry didn’t leave her side.
“What happened?” Harry whispered, wiping away the tears and raindrops from Hermione’s face.
“Ron–” She broke off as the tears returned and choked off her explanation.
“What did he do?” Remus growled, his question promising revenge.
It’s at that moment that James returned with grey sweatpants and a very large sweater. Seeing the clothes, Remus suppressed some of his anger, recognising that their first concern was making sure that Hermione was being cared for.
Everyone averted their eyes as Hermione began to quickly pull off the soaking and freezing clothing from her body, leaving her in her underwear. She had to admit that they weren't the sexy kind of underwear, falling more on the plain side and looking nothing like the small scraps of lace she wished she were wearing. At this moment all she can think of is the comfort of the fresh clothes. James was even thoughtful enough to bring her big fluffy socks. She popped her head through the sweater and inhaled James’ scent, warm and spicy. It made her feel at home.
After she was all bundled in fresh and warm clothing Hermione sat down, pulling her legs up and hugging herself. The sweater fell over her entire body like a little cocoon.
Sirius entered the sitting room, walking straight to Hermione and handing her the cup with hot chocolate. Years ago she taught them all how to make it the muggle way, making it way more flavourful. Over the past few years she introduced him to a multitude of muggle traditions.
Her hands were clenched around the cup with the jumper sleeves covering her hands, letting the warmth spread even further and deeper into her body. Ever since the moment she found Ron, her body had been cold.
The wizards around her were silent, holding vigil for a travesty they don’t even know the full extent of yet. Hermione began to pull at a loose thread on the jumper, trying to find the words to explain what had happened. Logically she knew that she was the victim in Ron’s betrayal, but her heart was still clenching painfully over the words he had spat at her before he departed.
Harry was buzzing with fierce anger as he watched his closest friend trying to regain some of the strength and fire she always carried with her. Whatever had happened, he knew it couldn’t be good. Nothing else could break Hermione with such ease.
He studied her face, searching for any answers. He didn’t like what he found.
“Hermione?” Harry gasped, “What’s this?”
Harry grabbed Hermione’s face with a gentle swiftness from his years as a seeker, turning her so that he could get a better look at her cheekbone. She brought her hand up to touch the spot that had garnered so much attention from her friend, but flinched when she felt a sting.
“Did Ron do this?” Harry demanded, his face dark and his eyes murderous. He was usually so playful, but in that moment he looked like he could kill anyone, even a dark wizard.
With a calmness he didn’t feel, Remus moved to kneel in front of Hermione. He tried to keep his anger under the surface, so that he wouldn’t scare his witch.
Remus held her face gently, his thumb caressing over her cheekbone as the magic cooled the bruised spot, taking away the slight pain she started to feel. Harry was holding her hand between both of his. Staying close to her, giving her comfort and safety.
She never wanted to ruin their friendship, but they always knew this day would come. Ron had been spiralling, trying to blame everyone but himself for the consequences of his own actions in life. The moment Harry decided to work for the Aurors, Ron also signed up. While Harry put in the effort to train and learn, Ron had been lazy and easily frustrated, not keeping up with his homework and spending more and more time at the bar. He would come home late and barely be able to walk. Hermione had lost count of all the times she had to help him undress and get him to bed.
Harry continued to grow as a person, but Ron became more dependent on others, mostly her.
When Remus finished tending to her he sat back on his heels. Hermione looked up and noticed that both James and Sirius had moved closer to her as well. Each of them was waiting for some explanation as to why she had shown up in such a state.
Hermione cleared her throat, but it came out scratchy and hoarse.
“I walked in on Ron and some other witch. She’s the one that did this.” Hermione gestured to her cheek.
“I’m going to kill that ginger prick,” Sirius spat.
“Godsdamned bugger. Fucking bastard! I’m going to shove his own bloody wand up his arse-”
James’ tirade was interrupted by Remus casting a quick Silencio on his fellow Marauder. James appeared to be so angry that he didn’t even realise he had been silenced, his mouth still moving rapidly and his face turning an unhealthy red. When he finally noticed, he cast a quick Finite using wandless magic.
All of her wizards had gravitated towards each other, heads bent as they plotted the destruction of her ex-fiance. Normally, Hermione would interject and try to steer them away from violence, but she didn’t have it in her this time. She wanted to see Ron suffer a little bit for what he had done.
They were so caught up in their plotting, that none of them noticed as Hermione slipped quietly from the room. She felt emotionally drained from everything that had happened over the day and just needed a moment to herself.
Her feet mindlessly carried her to the library, a place that she had always felt at home. She had lost count of how many hours she had spent in the Potter Manor library over the years. There were always so many new discoveries and so much to learn.
Hermione stopped in front of the potions shelf, staring at all the different titles. Potions was never a subject she really enjoyed, but it always provided her with a challenge, one that kept her mind sharp and busy. And so Hermione got lost in the books before her, letting them dull the ache.
“I thought I would find you here,” Sirius spoke softly.
Hermione looked up, feeling like her face was dry and her body warm for the first time in hours. “That wasn’t a very difficult guess,” she chuckled softly, her voice still a bit raspy from crying.
“Anything in particular you are looking up? You know I can just pop over to the Black library and grab a book about poisoning without leaving a trace. No one will know and we won’t say a word.”
That pulled a burst of giggles from her mouth. “I don’t think that is necessary, but you’ll be the first to know if I change my mind.”
“Good girl,” he responded, the words falling from his lips as if they didn't mean anything special. As if they didn’t set her on fire. She didn’t know if it was the way he said it, the ease, the confidence. Or if it was the way he looked her in the eyes as he said it. It was like he was daring her to show how it affected her, to show the blush she felt creeping up her neck towards her cheeks. A rush of heat shot through her body, making her feel very overdressed.
She coughed and looked away. “Anyway…”
“What, Hermione?” he stepped closer, his mouth wrapping around her name, letting each syllable drip out slowly.
It was as if everything slowed down around her. The air got thicker as she looked up at him, taking in the features of his face. His dark grey eyes, the little laughing lines around the corners. The tilt of his mouth and the movement of his tongue darting out, wetting his lower lip. Just that alone made it hard to swallow, her mouth feeling too dry all of a sudden.
“He never deserved you, and you know it,” he stepped even closer, making it so she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eyes.
“I did,” she admitted quietly. It felt like a secret weight lifting from her shoulders.
He nodded, his fingers flicking out to lightly touch hers. She responded by sliding her fingers over his calloused hands, continuing her exploration until their fingers were intertwined. She used their connection to take the next step forward, moving until their bodies are flush against each other. His scent was overwhelming. Musky, smokey, leather.
This wasn’t the first time she felt the tension ringing out between them. She tried to ignore it when she first became aware of it, but over time it had grown. It had kept growing, twisting into a dull ache that made her lose all clarity.
“Why didn’t you leave?” he asked.
She chuckled, feeling stupid about her reason. “I was scared to be alone,” she whispered. “That no one would love me.” All the insecure feelings flooded back, unshed tears burning in her eyes.
Sirius stared at her, mouth open, and eyes wide. “You can’t be serious?” he gasped.
“Who would love me? I work a lot, I prefer to spend my evenings at home with a glass of wine and a book. I’m a Muggleborn and sometimes I prefer to do things the muggle way, some wizards just don’t understand,” she explained, tilting her head back slightly to force the tears to retreat.
“We love you,” Sirius grabbed her cheeks with both hands, forcing her to look up at him. “All of us love you, love to spend our evenings at home with you. We love your muggle quirks. I can’t even begin to name all the things you’ve taught us. You are so smart, so lovely. You’re beautiful and filled with such passion. Hermione…” He looked down at her, his face so close.
All it would take was her standing on her tiptoes and their lips would touch. Something she had dreamed about, laying in her Hogwarts bed, curtains drawn with the strongest silencing spell on them and a hand between her legs. Fantasies about dark hair, stormy grey eyes, and a body covered with tattoos.
One of his thumbs caressed her cheek and she leaned into it, soaking up the affection as heat started to pool between her legs. They stared at each other until his face blurred. It confused her until she could feel his lips on hers. Her eyes fluttered closed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, moulding her body against his.
With a lick of his tongue against the seam of her lips, he made her open up for him, granting him entrance and dominance over her. He takes it, takes her. His arms moved over her middle, wrapping around her back, spreading out his hand to take her arse in his hands. The soft noises she made were setting his body on fire, burning up any resolve he might have had to stop. One taste of her and he was addicted, desperate for more, for everything. A need for her body took over as he walked forward with her until her back was met with the bookcase.
All the times when Sirius was younger and his erection had become so painful that no notice-me-not spells couldn’t hide it anymore, he would go to the library. It was a dreadfully boring place, and he never had much interest in it. He would think of things like his screaming mother to stop the throbbing of his cock. But then one day that had changed.
Sirius had walked in on Hermione in the library the summer after her graduation, her hair rumpled and her clothes askew as she lost herself in the book she had been reading. That was when it all spiralled. He would come here and imagine her, pushed against one of the bookcases, skirt pushed up around her middle and his cock buried into her tight, little cunt. Once he had even gone as far as pumping his throbbing cock until he came all over the floor in hot, long spurts. He had used his magic to quickly clean it up and take the scent of his embarrassment away.
“Hermione,” he moaned as she wrapped a leg around his hip, angling her hips against his straining cock. He helped her pick up the other leg, hooking it around his hip. Her arse rested in his hands as he pushed her against the bookcase, as if he was already balls deep inside of her, begging for more.
Her scent was the sweetest he had ever smelled, and he couldn't wait to taste her and have her coming on his tongue, getting every last drop of her. The moans and whimpers already falling from her lips were an invitation for more, to explore her body further and fulfil her deepest desires, to show her real passion and give her orgasms until she couldn't see straight anymore.
She begged, saying his name as if it was a prayer, waiting to be heard. He kissed her cheek, nose, lips, chin and jaw, until he made his way to her throat, peppering it with kisses and licks until he reached his favourite spot. Just below her ear, tickling and spreading tiny shockwaves through her body as he sucked on it, letting his teeth graze along her skin. A silent promise for more as he bowed his head to get lower, near her shoulder, the perfect spot to bite. That would show her just what he could do. His animal desire to hold on with his teeth as he fucked the living daylights out of her, fucking every last memory of Ron Weasley out of her head.
“Kitten,” he moaned against her skin.
Before he could say anything more she grinded her still covered core against his painfully aching crotch. “More,” such a simple word fell from her lips, but it meant the world, it opened the door to all his fantasies and hidden desires.
His hands moved to her thighs, using his middle to keep her from falling. As he slowly pushed up the oversized jumper, her soft body and all her curves were slowly exposed to him. She obliged by lifting her arms just enough to pull the whole thing off, revealing her creamy, perfect and soft skin. His eyes locked on the bra she was wearing, black fabric that stood in stark contrast against her skin. It cupped her tits, creating the perfect space to burrow his face. So he did just that, lowering his face until he could feel the swell of her breasts against his closed eyes and cheeks. Her scent almost overwhelmed him. She was everywhere and she was everything.
He pulled the cups down, revealing perked, little pink nipples that had his mouth watering. Her breasts filled his hand perfectly, he started kneading them while his lips sealed around one of the little buds. His teeth softly bit the sensitive skin and tugged on it, sending sparks of desire through her body. He could feel her shudder against him, the heat radiating from her drenching cunt. She was so sensitive, so responsive to his touches. It drove him mad.
He hollowed his cheeks as he pinched the other nipple, causing a small scream to fall from her lips. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth as he did it again and again, all while bucking his hips, grinding his hard cock against her sweatpants, rubbing the fabric against her sensitive little clit.
He kept repeating the actions until the soft pink of her nipples turned red to match her flushed cheeks. The sound of her heartbeat was like a drum, creating the perfect pace to fuck to. And he wanted to. He wanted to sink into her heat, her walls clenching around him, but first he needed to taste her. Slowly he let her body down until her feet touched the floor.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eyes wide.
“Don’t worry, kitten, I’m not finished with you yet,” he smirked.
He dropped to his knees and looked up. She was beautiful and magnificent, the cups of her bra pushed down, revealing her tits, the sweatpants hung low on her hips that were way too big. With one silent spell he made them disappear along with her knickers. He kissed from her knee up to her inner thigh, helping her hook her leg over his shoulder, opening herself up for him. He had never been so glad to be an Animagus, his senses were heightened and he never wanted to forget the smell of her dripping wet cunt.
The kisses were getting closer and closer to her core and she shivered in anticipation. Her eyes were closed, head leaned back and hips bucked forward. She looked like Circe herself.
His cock was weeping in his boxers as he leaned forward and inhaled deeply, the tip of his nose rubbing over her clit. A soft whimper escaped her, followed by a moan from Sirius. Finally he allowed himself to taste her, using his tongue to capture her full musk. He started with a few long strokes between her folds, gathering up all the juices as an explosion of flavour coursed through his body. She was like the sweetest peach. Delicious . The kind where, when you bite into it, the juices drip down your chin.
He wished he took off his pants, it was getting really uncomfortable. However, there is no way he was leaving his spot between her legs. She panted, whimpered, and sighed his name over and over again. Her hands tangled their way into his hair, taking his long black locks of hair and pulling on them, using it to guide his tongue towards her clit. He understood that she was desperate for an orgasm, and he was all too happy to oblige.
With short licks and slow circles around her clit he strived for her orgasm, wanting nothing more than to see her come undone. Everytime he moved over her cunt, she tried to clench around him. He leaned back slightly, putting two fingers into his mouth before lining them up to her entrance. His lips closed over her clit and sucked at the same moment he pushed two fingers into her tight core.
“Ah!” The gasp was followed by a thump, the sound of Hermione’s head connecting with the bookcase above him. He looked up, but before he could ask if she was okay, Hermione pushed his head back between her legs. “Don’t stop,” she panted. “I’m fine, just need to… come.”
His fingers found a steady rhythm with his tongue, fast and almost punishing. She was getting even wetter. Her walls fluttered around his fingers, clenching harder as he continued to bend his fingers, stroking over that particular patch inside of her.
A loud whimper broke free above him, reminding him that he hadn’t put a silencing charm on the room. He never expected this to happen, never expected that she would be so vocal. Changing between licking and sucking on her sensitive little bundle seemed to be exactly what she liked, and it was almost impossible to move his fingers in and out of her with how hard she was clenching around him.
The leg around his shoulder pulled him closer to her, her hands gripping his hair tighter. His face was covered with her juices as she came around him. A moan ripped from her throat, ending in a whimper. He licked up every last drop, like the dog he truly was.
Even with his nose pressed between her folds and her thighs wrapped around his head he could hear a sound by the door. He focused on the sound and heard the rapid heartbeat, stifled moans, and the movement of a hand gliding over a slick cock. He leaned back and inhaled deeply. Looking up at Hermione, the first thing he smelt was her. But further away he could smell the earthy scent of another person. He took another deep breath and immediately recognised the scent, one he had often smelled from the bed to his left at Hogwarts.
Hermione’s eyes flutter open and meet his. “Instead of wanking behind a closed door, you can come in, Moony,” he almost whispered, knowing Remus would hear him, that he had been listening in for minutes.
“What?” Hermione asked, confused, still coming down from her first orgasm of the night.
“Come help take care of our witch,” Sirius raised his voice.
The sounds behind the door came to a complete stop, before some shuffling started and the door opened. “Our witch?” Remus asked as he stood tall, his erection pressing against his pants. “Do you want to be shared, Hermione?”
Her eyes were wide, but the scent in the room became even stronger as her desire skyrocketed. She could only nod as she noticed how Remus sniffed the air.
“Use your words, Hermione,” he encouraged her, needing to hear it from her lips.
She swallowed before being able to answer. “Yes, I want to be shared, please,” she whimpered.
Remus threw his head back slightly. “Merlin, look at you, coming apart under Padfoot’s tongue. I bet you’ve been wanting this for ages. Circe knows I have. I’ve wanted to see that swotty arse of yours bent over all for me.”
He walked closer to them, opening the button and zipper of his pants until he was standing right in front of them. With one swift move he pushed down his pants and boxers, revealing his weeping hard cock to both of them.
The filthy words flowed from Remus’ mouth in a rhythm that matched his hand stroking his cock. Between Sirius’ mouth and Remus’ words, Hermione found herself wilting in the attention of the two wizards. Her breath was coming out in short, damp pants. The air smelt like her, like the arousal that Sirius and Remus had pulled from her body.
“I’d have you bent over my desk, skirt flipped over the delicious arse of yours. I’d fuck you so hard and so deep so good that still you would scream for more. I’d hold you down so that you could feel every inch of my cock inside you. I would ruin you, given the chance. Even when you were a limp mess, still you’d beg me to keep fucking you. And I would. Giving you everything you’ve ever needed. Not relenting until you came so hard you’d see a constellation of stars behind your eyes.” Remus all but moaned the words, his hand still stroking his cock as he kept his eyes on Sirius and Hermione.
Hermione let out a whimper, impossibly turned on by the image that Remus had put in her head. And it was the tortured look on his face as he watched that had her gasping for air.
Sirius seemed to be spurred on by the dirty fantasy as well, letting out soft moans against her cunt. The vibrations shot through her body with startling intensity. Sirius sucked on her clit while his fingers crooked and coaxed inside of her. The sensation was overwhelming, too good to fight. So she didn’t. Her second orgasm flashed through her, and she had to grip onto Sirius’ hair to hold steady as her legs shook with the force of her orgasm.
Distantly she heard Remus muttering praise. “Yes, just like that. Come for Sirius like the good girl that you are. So perfect. Fuck . So perfect for us.”
When the waves of ecstasy ebbed and she could see straight again, Hermione watched as Sirius kissed her still trembling thigh, his eyes dark and frenzied.
“Well Moony, I figure our little witch won’t be satisfied until you make good on your promises. We can’t have you just teasing her with the thought of being fucked over a desk. What do you say, kitten?”
Hermione nodded, a frantic jerk of her head that had both wizards chuckling at her eagerness. She puffed her cheeks in slight annoyance, determined to pay them back for laughing at her.
With unsteady legs she walked ungracefully over to Remus, pulling him behind her to the desk that sat on the left side of the library. Remus’ eyebrow arched at her, somewhat surprised that she had taken such control of the situation. Hermione smirked from ahead of him.
Instead of bending over the desk like a good little witch, she pushed Remus to sit in the chair behind the desk. She didn’t think it was possible, but his eyebrow rose even further.
Hermione lowered herself between his thighs under the desk and looked up at him with large eyes. Remus’ breathing had turned into a sound that seemed to rattle from his chest. His eyes were locked on Hermione’s face, taking in every movement as she lowered her mouth to take his cock.
She sucked the tip between her lips, letting her tongue run over the ridges of the head. With slow movements meant to tease, she took him fully in her mouth, not pulling up and letting her tongue work lazy strokes around the base.
“Please. Hermione. Fuck .”
She took his pleas into consideration before deciding to give in, hollowing her cheeks and moving up and down his length. He was much too big to take with just her mouth, so she used her hands for what she couldn’t fit. She worked at a punishing pace, looking to pay him back for the way he had gotten her fired up with his dirty words.
His hips started to buck slightly, pushing his cock into her mouth in a desperate way. Hermione knew that he was on the brink, that she was close to bringing him to finish. Before she was rewarded with Remus’ own orgasm, he pulled her from his cock.
“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he said in a low growl. Remus lifted Hermione off the ground before turning her around and bending her over the desk.
“I know exactly what you were trying to pull. And for that, you don’t get to come. At least until I tell you that you can.”
Hermione’s cunt clenched painfully at his words.
Before she could even formulate a reply, Remus was pushing into her. His cock was massive, but she was slick and ready after Sirius had made her orgasm twice already.
Remus made good on his promise, fucking her into the wood with a vengence. Hermione’s hips dug into the top of the desk, creating a delicious sting that had her pushing her hips back to meet each thrust.
“Good girl. Yes, you take my cock so good.”
Hermione felt his hand reach between where they were joined to start rubbing tight circles against her clit. She fought the building sensation in her core, doing everything she could to not fall apart.
“Remus- Please. Please, I need to- I need to come.”
“You don’t come until I say you can.”
“I can’t. I’m not going to last.”
“Hermione, if you come, I’m going to punish you.”
The first thoughts that filtered through her brain were speculations as to what her punishment might be and how excited she was at the prospect. But as her orgasm tore through her without permission, a sense of nervous anticipation overtook her.
Remus stopped moving immediately. Hermione looked over her shoulder and let out a whimper, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in repentance.
His hand moved away from her clit to deliver a swift smack to her arse, first to the left cheek and then to the right. He didn’t give her time to recover before pulling out completely. Hermione felt the loss of his cock like a hole in her chest. Her cunt clenched on emptiness, desperate to be filled again.
But as she had begun to learn, Remus kept his promises. He followed through on his punishment, leaving her a wet sopping mess on the desk. He strode up to Sirius, who had been watching the whole ordeal unfold. Remus took Sirius’ face between his hands, bringing their faces closer so that he could smash their lips together.
Hermione watched, mouth agape, as the two wizards before her devoured one another. Their kiss was frantic, lips moving forcefully and hands grabbing tightly. Hermione watched, needy, ass burning, dripping wet as Sirius and Remus touched each other.
She was so distracted by the kiss that she didn't even hear the library doors open.
“Oh my. Started without me, have you?”
Hermione’s head snapped up to see James smirking, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
Remus and Sirius broke apart, but kept holding each other's face as they looked over to James before turning their attention back to Hermione. She was unable to move as the three of them gazed at her while she was still pressed against the desk, her breasts pushed up and her legs spread wide.
“You did say you wanted to be shared, kitten,” Sirius remarked.
“Are you still okay with this, Hermione?” Remus asked, his voice soft.
She nodded, licking her lips.
“Words,” James demanded, reminding her of the alpha inside Remus.
“I…I’m totally okay with this,” she whispered, her voice raspy from her loud moans.
James strolled over, and as soon as he reached the desk he sank to his knees, getting on the same eye level as her before caressing her cheek. “I have a little fact for you, I know how you crave knowledge. Did you know that a stag has an even better sense of smell than a dog? I could smell you down the hall. You smell like sin .”
His finger moved to her chin, pushing her face up slightly so he could capture her lips for their first kiss. She was ready for him, her lips so soft as she followed his lead, opening up when he wanted her to. He could taste both subtle hints of Sirius and Remus on her tongue, but her own taste was overpowering. Behind him he could hear sounds of kissing starting up again, along with the groans of both pulling on the other's hair.
James stood up again, his fingers trailing over her throat. An image of her back pressed against his chest while his cock is buried inside of her and his hand wrapped around her throat, flashed through his mind. He had been desperate for this witch for a long time and he always knew the others felt the same way, but to know that she wanted this was a whole other feeling. Excitement coursed through him as all the possibilities of the night came to mind, everything he could do to her, and where to start.
His fingers continued to trail over her body, along her shoulder, down her spine. The light touches made her shiver. A soft whimper fell from her mouth as she felt his fingers move over her arse and the little puckered hole, the one no one had ever touched before. Just the thought made her moan. Before she could beg for it, his fingers moved on, lower. She was soaked and his finger slid through her easily.
“Tell me, Hermione,” the way her name fell off his lips should be illegal, slow as he pronounced every syllable. “Whose handprints are on your arse?”
“Remus,” she panted.
“Why?” He encouraged her to talk more.
“He punished me, because I came without permission,” her voice trembled with anticipation.
“Oh no, what should we do with you, such a naughty girl,” he leaned over her, his fingers still near her slit. He kissed her shoulder as he slowly entered her with two fingers. “You are going to watch them, until I give you permission to come,” he whispered against her skin before nipping at it. “Do you understand, Hermione?”
“Yes, James, please! I need you,” she begged.
He was not ready to oblige just yet. He straightened and pulled his fingers out. Before she could complain, he smacked her arse, watching how the skin moved and started to pink up even more. He took his time, giving her a moment to breathe between each spanking. Her scent was quickly getting heavier and he spread her cheeks to see. Her thighs were coated with wetness, and a pearly droplet hung from her lips, ready to fall and run down the drawers of the desk. Just the sight of that would be enough to make him come when he was alone at night in his large and empty bed.
He thrust his hips forward, even though he was still wearing his jeans, grinding against her and using the outline of his cock to rub over her clit. She mewled at the sensation, but a movement in front of him caught his eyes. He continued his grinding while he watched Remus lowering to his knees in front of Sirius, pulling his trousers and boxers along. His cock jumped free, almost hitting Remus in the face, but he used his mouth to catch it and immediately sucked on it. This pulled a loud moan from deep within Sirius, and he stepped out of the pants around his ankles, kicking them to the side.
James looked down at the witch on the desk, who was watching the two men with her mouth agape, her breathing fast. As he took a step back he noticed the dark spot on the front of his jeans, spread out over his cock. “Oh, Hermione, you ruined my denims. Now I really have to take them off,” he told her.
She kept her eyes fixed on the others. Sirius had one hand fisted in Remus' sandy hair, while he used the other to hold on to the bookcase behind him. His head was angled back, mouth open and a stream of moans and curses falling from his lips. Remus was on his knees, legs spread, one hand moving slowly over his cock while he wrapped his lips over Sirius’. His tongue swirled around the tip before he took him in all the way. Both men moaned and let their pleasure be known to everyone around them. Clearly not the first time they had done this. Remus didn’t even gag as his nose pressed against the short black hairs at the base of Sirius’ cock.
James noticed how transfixed she was and decided it was time to give her another orgasm. He used his cock to slide between her folds and against her clit. Her concentration was broken as she wiggled further back, trying to get him to enter her, but he stepped out of reach. He warned her with a small smack around her perfectly shaped arse. He sank his fingers into her eager heated core, while his other hand pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her to look forward.
She widened her stance, giving him even more access to her. He fucked her with his fingers, hard and fast. The whimpers falling from her lips were like the sounds of an angel. She didn’t even notice it when he removed his hand from between her shoulders to slicken his other fingers between her spread legs. He used her own juices as lube on her arsehole, his finger spreading it out in slow circles.
Her body tensed as he started to press into her. “Just watch them, love,” he bent over and whispered in her ear. “Don’t you want to be ready for all of us? To have all your holes filled? Tell me, love,”
“I want that,” her voice was higher than normal. “I’ve never done…anything like this,” she admitted.
He pressed a kiss behind her ear. “We are not going to hurt you, we only want to bring you pleasure and enough orgasms that you lose count,” his voice was raspy and seductive.
“I want that,” she whimpered. “All of it.”
After another kiss he leaned up again, pulling his finger back. He couldn’t contain himself as he sucked on his creamy fingers, wanting more of her. He sank to the ground behind her, using both hands to spread her out for him, ready to be feasted upon. Without wasting time he surged forward, licking everywhere, spreading her juices up over her ass and dipping his tongue in her little hole until she started to relax underneath him. He used his shoulders to keep her open and he used one thumb to circle and flick over her clit. He used two fingers from his other hand to sink back into her tight little pussy, his tongue continuing to slicken her arsehole.
Her whole body started to tremble within minutes and he knew she was ready. He leaned further down, his lips sealing over her clit, while his hand moved up over her arse. She whimpered as one of his fingers pushed slightly and slid inside of her tight virgin hole. He stilled that finger for a moment, just to let her get used to the feeling while he focused more on her clit. The moment her walls started to clench down on his fingers again he knew he could start to move. First, with short movements, until his whole finger was inside of her before drawing almost completely out of her. Her cunt responded, becoming even wetter and clamping down.
After only a few minutes of both her holes being filled, she begged for more. The finger got exchanged for his thumb, slightly bigger, but not yet the size of two fingers. He couldn’t wait until she was trained enough to take his cock, where he could come deep inside of her, pulling out and watching it drip out of her.
“James,” she moaned, her voice trembling as every muscle contracted for a moment before losing control as the orgasm shot through her body. He continued to pleasure her throughout her orgasm, making it last longer until she whimpered his name. Only then did he slowly pull away and out of her, watching as both holes remain slightly swollen.
When James stood up again he deliberately nudged his cock between her folds, letting her know what would happen sooner than later. He could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, making her cunt clench against the tip of his cock. His pre-come combined with her juices. It would only take one small thrust forward and he could be inside of her, but not yet. He wanted to watch her eyes as he filled her up completely. Doggy style was more Padfoot’s thing.
James looked up just in time to see the growl coming from Sirius’ throat as Remus leaned back, letting the cock fall out of his mouth. Clearly he was about to come, and now was not the right time, they still had a witch they needed to pleasure some more.
Remus rose from the ground, pulling Sirius’ forward and kissing him soundly, before turning his eyes on Hermione laid across the desk. The wolf had come out to play, evident in the golden glow surrounding his irises. James' eyes responded and shifted in colour, just like Sirius’.
Remus’ voice was deeper, more like a true alpha as he spoke. “On your back, Hermione.”
Like the true submissive she secretly was, Hermione scrambled to turn on her back. With one swipe James pushed all the papers and other random items from the desk and moved her further back, making sure she was comfortable. Her head was hanging off the back edge, opening up her throat for fucking. She spread her legs, setting one foot on the desk while leaving her other leg off the edge. James teased her, letting the head slide in and out. He was rewarded with a moan. With every breath she took, Hermione’s breasts rose up, showing off her perky nipples.
Remus wiped his cock over her lips, smearing his pre-come over her cheeks until she opened up wide enough to take the head inside of her mouth. Sirius stood beside her, using both hands to massage her breasts before moving his attention to her nipples. They all loved how vocal she was, letting them know how desperate she was for more.
Distantly they could hear Harry calling them from somewhere in Potter Manor, trying to figure out where everyone had gotten to. She twisted her head away from Remus’ cock and tried to close her legs.
“Dad?” Harry’s voice echoed through the halls.
She looked up at James, ready to roll off the desk and hide, but they all stopped her. James’ hands on her hips, Sirius’ still on her breasts and Remus caressing her cheek. His come was already drying, creating white marks over her face.
“Be a good girl and stay down,” Remus growled.
Slowly they all started to tease her again. There was a cock against her lips, and she barely had a moment to adjust before James snapped his hips forward and filled her completely at the same time. A choked scream fell from her lips, quickly stifled by Remus’ cock filling her mouth. Her body responded to all the attention, blossoming under the waves of pleasure.
They heard Harry call out for his father yet again.
Remus pulled back, leaving her mouth empty. James didn’t move from his position between her slick thighs, thrusting again with purpose.
“Daddy!” She screamed in ecstasy, James balls deep inside of her. Sirius twisted her nipples, sending sparks through her whole body.
“Fuck, Hermione!” James responded in a loud groan, squeezing her hips as he filled her up again. “Say it again.”
“Daddy,” she moaned, hanging her head back once more, ready for Remus’ cock.
“Dad?” Harry gasped. He stood in the entrance to the library, messy dark waves falling over wild eyes. His gaze was trained on her, his mouth wide in shock.
Hermione attempted to push everyone away and cover up her naked body, but three pairs of hands held her down. “It’s not what it looks like?” she tried weakly.
Sirius snorted. “It’s exactly what it looks like.” Although his tone was light and filled with humour, his irises were blown wide, leaving almost no room for their usual stormy grey.
She wanted to protest but knew it was futile. Here she was naked with three wizards, their hard cocks pointing at her body that was sprawled out across the desk. There was no viable excuse in the world that could explain the situation they were in.
“If you want, you can join, Pup,” Sirius smirked. “Our kitten can handle that.”
“What?” Harry questioned at the same time Hermione let out a breathy, “ Please .”
Harry had never admitted it before, but he had thought of Hermione often. Watching her prance around Hogwarts in her little skirt had been torture, especially when she had always been so focused on Ron’s attention. But here she was, soft and wet and pliant in front of him. Wanting him. Begging for him.
Harry palmed his already stiffening cock in his trousers.
“Did not expect this turn of events. But I’m down.” And before anyone even replied, Harry yanked his shirt over his head in one swift motion. He noticed the way Hermione’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of his bare chest, carved from hours playing quidditch. Her mouth fell open slightly before she bit her lip in appreciation.
Harry surged forward, wrapping his hand around Hermione’s neck to pull her in for a bruising kiss. He ravaged her lips, pouring all of his bottled up feelings into the kiss. Every sidelong glance, every lust filled thought, every late night thinking of her . He spelt it all out against her, pinning her with his need.
Hermione pulled back, stars in her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.
“Harry. I want to taste you,” Hermione whimpered, her eyes moved before they were glued to the large bulge in his trousers.
Remus stepped away from her head, moving to stand behind Sirius as he caressed his body and pressed kisses to his shoulder. For a second she watched Remus stroke his fist over his hard length, lining it up with Sirius, who was bent over her. His legs were spread, giving Remus all the access he needed to lay waste to the Animagus in front of him.
Harry groaned. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“Harry, please, please . I want to taste you. Want to have your cock in my mouth. Want to feel you come down my throat.”
James pulled away from her gleaming cunt, “Good girl. Tell us what you want.”
“Harry, I want you to use me, want you to fuck my mouth like you own it. And James- I want you to fuck me, want you to fill me up until I’m full.”
She finished her begging by hanging her head off the back of the desk again and opening her mouth, willing Harry to give her what she wanted. He obliged quickly, his hands fighting with the buckle of his belt and then undoing the zipper on his trousers. His pants were pushed down until they tangled around his thick thighs. He pumped his hand over his cock a few times before stepping forward.
“Look at you, so ready for me to do whatever I want with you. I’ve dreamed about this for years, Hermione.” Harry all but groaned the words before using his cock to mark her face, along the streaks Remus left behind, before guiding it into Hermione’s awaiting mouth.
The angle was a new experience for Hermione and it was slightly hard to breathe as the full length of him pushed to the back of her throat. Harry began to thrust slowly, shoving his cock further, deeper. Tears trickled out of her eyes and into her hairline as she choked it down. It was everything she needed.
Sirius didn’t even wait for her to order him around. His lips sealed over her nipple, teeth biting her slightly. Remus started to move, causing Sirius to let out a moan that vibrated through her whole body. It was obvious that this wasn’t their first time, and that thought alone makes her even wetter. Her cunt slickened even more, dripping from her core and coating her thighs.
She heard James in front of her still spread legs.
“Alright, Harry. Let me show you how it’s done.”
Hermione had to fight to keep her head moving as she felt James push into her below once again. He gripped her hips, pulling her onto his cock with each thrust. She didn’t think it was possible, but the movement made Harry go even further down her throat.
They fucked her like they owned her. Like they wanted to ruin her.
Hermione could hardly think, too lost in the pleasure that was wracking her body. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, desperately trying to hold on.
All of a sudden she felt a hand ease her grip on the desk, gently prying each finger up. They pulled her hand, nudging it slightly until it came to hold onto something else. And even though she hadn’t touched it yet, she knew it was Sirius’ cock. She pumped the best she could from her position.
Through her tears she could make out the shape of Sirius to her side, with Remus behind him. She watched as the werewolf pistoned his hips behind Sirius, his hand pushing between Sirius’ shoulders. Sirius marked her in his own way, leaving hickeys all over her breasts. He took his time creating them, creating a secret that only they would see. Even if she wore a deep cut blouse for work, the bruises wouldn’t be visible. She loved that they were marking her, showing their desperation to have her.
Sirius’ cock was dripping all over her fingers as she stroked him, his breathing coming out in sharp noises that sounded like hisses. Her own orgasm was looming, and she was on the brink of letting everything go, of losing total control of her body. Every touch sent her closer and closer to the edge, until there was no stopping her.
She choked on the small breaths she could take around Harry’s cock, every one of her muscles contracting. James had an iron grip on her hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh as he fucked her. He pounded inside of her as if it was his last day on earth, as if she was his salvation. His eyes met hers and they were glowing. She glanced around and noticed that Sirius’ and Remus’ eyes were also glowing. Everyone looked at her as she drew up her legs, her eyes rolling back as she finally succumbed to the pleasure shooting through her body. Her orgasm thundered through her, taking the others with her. Their combined moans echoed through her head as she saw the stars, the moon and a whole galaxy bursting behind her closed eyelids.
Remus pulled Sirius back up, and thrust into him, making Sirius’ lose control. Ropes of come shot out all over Hermione’s hand, arm, and even over her breasts and stomach. He was quickly followed by Remus, who almost howled as he poured his release into Sirius.
“Hermione,” Harry moaned, “You’re so perfect, taking my cock in that pretty little mouth. Show me how you swallow my come.” Not a heartbeat went by before she could taste him, filling up her mouth so deliciously. A few drops dripped out before she could swallow it all. Hermione made a point of swiping her tongue across her lips to catch anything she had missed.
“Fucking hell, you look so hot doing that,” James moaned through gritted teeth. He let go of his restraint and emptied himself inside her, pulling on her hips to make sure he was as deep as he could be.
Harry pulled back, giving her the ability to take deeper breaths again in an effort to regain control of her body. Everything ached, but in the most delicious way she had ever experienced. For the first time ever her orgasm had taken over her whole body, making her see the literal stars.
Everyone watched her silently, catching their own breaths in greedy gulp as their bodies came down from their highs.
“Well fuck me,” she let out a satisfied sigh. She looked down at her chest for a second, before looking up at Sirius. She cocked her eyebrow.
He had a huge grin on his face as he took in the mess his come made across her body. “I’m not sorry for that.”
While looking at him, she sat up, turned to him and lifted her finger towards her mouth. His nostrils flared as he caught on to what she was about to do. She made a whole show of licking the come on her fingers clean, before gathering more come from her chest and holding up her finger as she sucked on it. Hermione never let her eyes leave Sirius, keeping eye contact with him.
When Sirius finally gathered his thoughts again he stepped away from the group, bent down and picked up his wand. Hermione noticed the come dripping down Sirius’ inner thighs with the movement and fought the urge to whimper and beg for more. Before he took care of himself, Sirius walked back over, tapping the wand on her nipple with a smirk and whispering a cleaning charm. He repeated the charm while touching his own arse.
“I think you missed a spot,” she breathed as she spread her legs further and showed off the come dripping out of her wet slit. All four wizards admired the view before Sirius whispered the incantation against her slit and removed all evidence of the night.
The room was hot and she didn't feel the urge to cover up her body or get dressed. She wished that this moment would last forever and she wouldn’t have to feel any emotions other than the ones she felt right now. For the first time in a long time her mind was quiet and peaceful, not filled with anxiety and frustration. She knew that the relationship with Ron was draining her, she just didn’t want to admit it.
“Thank you,” she whispered, looking around at the four naked wizards in front of her. “For this, for tonight and everything else.”
“Don’t worry about it, love,” Remus stepped between her legs for a hug. His large frame enveloped her, wrapping her in comfort. She closed her eyes as she rested her head over his heart, the beating slow and steady.
More arms wrapped around her, until she was surrounded by them. Hermione was still able to pick up on the distinct scent of each of her wizards. She basked in the feeling.
“Someone had to show you what you’ve been missing,” Sirius chuckled.
“Lucky for you, we like to be thorough. We wanted to really show you,” James added.
“We can show you again and again, if you want to,” Harry joined in.
“Just say the words and we are here for you, Hermione,” Remus murmured in her hair. “We love you.”
She tried to quell the tears dripping down her cheeks, but she couldn’t help it as a hiccup escaped. “I love you all. You have no idea how much this means to me. How much you all mean to me.”
They all untangled from the hug slowly, their touches lingering. Sirius used his wand to change their clothing to bathrobes, handing one to Hermione first. “Let’s shower and drink hot chocolate,” Sirius suggested. “Otherwise Moony gets moody,” he winked.
They all agreed and spent their night on the couch, watching muggle movies while all cuddled together. The four wizards shared subtle looks throughout the night, silently plotting their revenge on Ron for hurting their witch.
To be continued…