What Good Comes of Plans

Tuesday morning found Severus grumpy and cantankerous. In other words, it was a normal day for the Head of Slytherin House. Severus stomped into the Great Hall for breakfast with a scowl on his face that rivaled a constipated mountain troll. He was angry. His first session with Miss Know-It-All hadn't gone exactly as he had planned, although it had been surprisingly enjoyable.

'No need to pay a prostitute while Miss Granger is around. Wait, this won't work, she charges more!'

'The dim-witted chit thinks that she can best me. She's got another thing coming if she thinks that her sexual play is any form of manipulation. Doesn't she realize that she's playing right into my hands?'

'And what in the name of Merlin was she thinking to threaten me by going to Remus to attend to examining her real patient? What does she think she's playing at? I am the master of cunning and deceit, and she won't fool me into thinking that she will seek to bed Remus.' Severus attacked his breakfast as he mulled over Hermione's exiting speech, trying to determine her motive.

"Severus, what in the world have those poor eggs done to you to deserve such treatment?" Hooch asked with irritation, not wanting another morning to be soured by Mr. Sour himself.

Frustrated with Hermione, frustrated with his breakfast, and now frustrated that his preferred disposition was in question yet again, he retorted, "Madam, if you would please refrain from meddling in my affairs...."

"Severus, and what, pray tell, affairs could you possibly have?" she swiftly retorted.

"Oh, Hooch, please let Severus be. His affairs lie solely between him and his eggs," quipped Remus from Severus' left.

"Brilliant," Severus said facetiously, "I'm sandwiched between a werewolf and a lesbian, to what do I owe the pleasure of the attentions of this motley crew?"

"Why, Severus, I believe you do protest too much," Hooch said, enjoying the banter. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted me to kiss you."

"Madam," Severus said seriously, "I quite like my soul to remain just where it is, if you don't mind."

"Bravo, bravo," jibed Remus, "round one goes to Severus! That was utterly enjoyable. Thank you both for the morning entertainment."

Owls descended on the morning diners and, in addition to packages and other mail items, several copies of the Daily Prophet were delivered to their subscribers. Severus was pleased with the diversion and attempted again to complete his breakfast.

"Well, well, Severus, have a look at this," Hooch teased. "Seems like your new admirer is also admiring others."

"If you don't stop your incessant pestering, I shall have to verbally duel you again, and I would very much like to finish my breakfast," Severus sneered.

"Oh, please, you act indifferent, but I'm sure you can't wait to return to your dungeons and take a peek at who Hermione's new conquest is."

"Hermione?"

"Yes, you see, I knew you'd be interested. Here, on page six..."

Severus cut her off, unable to stand her fishing for the Gossip du Jour. "I will not stand for your ceaseless nagging, woman!" Severus said as he scowled at the woman.

"My, my, my, how wonderful is this? Our Hermione wrote me a letter!" Remus said excitedly as he opened the letter. "Look here, she's asked to meet me for dinner... oh, my... oh, my."

Hooch reached beyond Severus toward Remus and snatched the letter out of his hands. "No more 'oh my', I want to read it!"

"Oh, my! Severus, oh, my! Hear this!" Hooch began choking as she tried to read and laugh simultaneously.

Dear Remus,

Hermione

"This is too much! This past weekend she flirted with Severus, last night she was seen snogging Harry, and today this letter comes for you, Remus!" Hooch continued, though rather astounded. "How I admire her stamina; she seems to be going through her old friends rather quickly. Maybe then she'll get curious about the art of lesbian love sooner rather than later." Turning toward both Severus and Remus, she said, "Well, looks like I might be in for some of the action sooner than I thought!"

While Severus was anxious to find out about Hermione and Harry, he refused to be part of Hooch's continued games. Instead, he turned toward Remus and, in a mockingly disinterested tone that Severus hoped would elicit a response in lieu of him asking a question, Severus said, "Enjoy your dinner tonight, Remus. Seems like your number has been called."

To his surprise and horror, Remus replied, "I plan to, Severus. I recall vividly what she said to me this past weekend, regarding my 'animalistic quality' and being 'an animal in bed'. Oh, and of course, the kiss she gave me still has me... well, let's just say that I hope to enjoy my evening with Hermione."

With a "Good day," Severus was gone. The breeze caused by his swift departure left Remus' hair disheveled, but nothing could wipe the mischievous grin off of his face.

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Remus," Minerva whispered. "The only person I've ever known to get one past Severus is dead. And need I remind you that he died at Severus' hand?"

"Oh, Minerva, how wonderfully dramatic!" Remus was so pleased with his performance that Minerva's dry wit added to his reverie.

"Minerva," Hooch said, "what in the world is going on here?"

"Nothing that you want to be meddling in, Hooch. While you amuse yourself at Severus' expense, Remus is playing with fire." Minerva continued, "I'm not my wonderfully meddling predecessor, as much as I loved him, and I refuse to participate in any games. So, please, what I don't know won't kill me, so keep it to yourselves." And with that, Minerva was gone.

"Remus, I love a good laugh, you know that. Please tell me what you're doing to Severus."

"No, sorry, Hooch, it's not my game to tell, but I sure will enjoy playing my part!" Remus smiled and got up to leave, taking Hooch by the arm and escorting her out of the Great Hall to begin their day.

~*~

Severus dashed to his chambers, ripped open the tie holding the paper together, and turned to page six, the Who's Who in Wizarding Society page. Never one for gossip or meddling, Severus had never read this page before. But as clear as day, there was a picture of Hermione and Harry holding hands, talking very intimately, and there... they kiss... deeply. And like a bad dream, this continued and continued until he could take it no longer, and he threw the paper into his fireplace, ignoring the screams that emanated from the charcoaled paper.

"I don't understand what kind of foolish Gryffindor game she's playing," Severus confessed aloud to no one.

'Why would she enjoy, well, whatever it was that we had last night, then leave and have sex with Potter, to only wake up and send an owl to Remus for a date tonight?'

Severus was confused not only with the events unfolding, but also with his newfound interest in Hermione's affairs. He tried to convince himself that he was not interested, merely curious as to her apparently robust sexual appetites. Befuddled as he was, he intended on completing his treatments with Hermione and getting IT working again consistently. Regardless of her personal life, she was contracted to provide him with, at minimum, ten sessions, paid in full. He would make her work for her money. No more of her own sexual releases! He was paying and he would ensure that she enjoyed none of it. The exceedingly arrogant chit. Had it not been for his pleasant surprise of IT's response last evening, Severus would have never allowed such crass behavior. And far be it from him to have moral standards in the face of an eager witch.

Considering the evidence at hand, Hermione had clearly been excited last night. Severus had noticed her nervousness as she'd asked to examine him. He had been amazed at her confession to enjoying, at minimum, three orgasms a day by her own hand. That seemed a bit excessive, and although shocked, her confession excited him and he briefly fantasized about licking her fingers next time he saw her.

As she pleasured him, Severus had observed her increased arousal and noticed her rocking in place. It had taken him no time to figure out what she was doing. She'd been bringing herself to release without using her hands. Brilliant witch, indeed. From Severus' point of view, it was one of the most erotic scenes he had ever witnessed, let alone been involved in.

He'd wanted to take her and feel her depths, but once again, IT had not responded. After IT's initial release, Severus was not in a position to have an erection so quickly. He only hoped that by their next session, IT would respond again. That had been the best response he'd had in weeks.

Severus continued his investigations into the possible motive behind her foolish behaviors. She left his chambers, and despite having climaxed, she was not sated. She visited Potter. First she must've gone to her flat, as he'd heard her say her Floo address just before departing. So, she went home, maybe she contacted Harry and met with him for supper. And from the evidence, the picture clearly showed they have a romantic relationship. No kiss like that could be platonic. That picture spoke volumes. They would have had sex that evening. They were all over each other. Then what? She woke up early this morning, thought of her next conquest, and owled Remus.

Amazing.

She must be addicted to sex, it was the only answer. 'I can't wait to get IT working again so I can give IT to the chit again and again and again. She will have no need for another male to sate her. I will be enough for her. I will take her and give IT to her until she's purring like a fat cat.'

Coming out of his daydream, Severus bolted from his chambers to his first class of the day, which had begun fifteen minutes prior.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

After her session with Severus, Hermione arrived at her flat and, upon exiting her Floo, she fell to her knees and cried. She cried for her lack of courage, her inability to escape this man's manipulation, and for her inexcusable, unprofessional and immoral behavior during her very first session as a professional. In one session, she'd lost her dignity, and possibly, if anyone ever found out, her license. That was not a good way to begin her career.

Her life had been good. She'd graduated from Hogwarts a war hero, Head Girl, with the highest NEWTs in recent history. She'd gone to America and continued her wonderful academic career and was rewarded with outstanding grades and an internship with one of the most prestigious institutions in North America. She returned to Hogwarts and was bested by the Slytherin snake, and it all went to hell in a hand basket. 'What does that phrase mean anyway?' Hermione wondered, and attempted to regain her dignity.

Hermione was unable to accept that Severus would win this battle. She was smart and she could be cunning. The beauty of Gryffindor cunning was that a Slytherin's tactical mind was unable to plan for the unpredictable. And Gryffindor cunning was wrought with the unconventional and unpredictable. She had the advantage and she knew it. Slowly, Hermione found her courage. She was resilient and disciplined. She would use her strengths to beat this Slytherin at his own game.

With a game plan in mind, Hermione returned to her Floo and called Harry, who had been clearly busy with something or someone. Hermione stuck her head into the flames and noticed someone in the background. Unwilling to allow her plans to go to waste simply because Harry had company, she asked if she could come over and told him that it was very important.

"How important is important, Hermione?" Harry asked, knowing his friend a bit too well. "I have company and I'd rather this wait...if it could, that is."

"Oh, Harry, you're the best. Please let me come through, and I will explain."

Harry agreed and she came through. From the back of Harry's flat came Harry's newest soon-to-be conquest, Hermione surmised. Harry introduced Frances to Hermione, and the two women sized each other up and politely greeted the other. Frances seemed a bit disheveled, and Hermione got the impression that she had clearly interrupted something. Not to mention the daggers that Frances shot Harry with her eyes, which alone spoke volumes.

"I apologize for coming unannounced like this, but I really need to talk with you, Harry," Hermione said while looking at Frances, sending a clear message that she was to leave. Hermione may have been away from her friends for many years, but they were still her friends, and she was always in charge. Although not happy, Harry understood Hermione's cue and asked Frances to leave with a promise to pick up where they left off tomorrow. With a tight smile, Frances left the two friends alone and departed via Floo.

"This better be good, Hermione, I almost got laid tonight!" Harry said adamantly.

"Okay, Harry, but before I tell you anything, you must answer me some questions about this Frances woman."

"What are you on about?"

"Just indulge me, okay?" With his nonverbal reply, Hermione continued, "Are you and that woman in a serious relationship?"

"Um, no, I just met her tonight."

"Do you believe that you may be able to have a serious relationship with her?"

"How? Hermione! How in the world do I know?" Harry continued, "Well, now that I think about it, I guess the answer is no, considering she's married and all."

Hermione laughed so robustly that Harry had no choice but to join in and be affected by her infectious laughter.

"Hermione, what is this all about?" Harry whispered, barely able to control his laughter.

"Harry, first, I apologize for ruining your evening with your friend. I have a solution to your problem and to mine, but I need your help. Then I can help you, or, shall I say, we can help each other?"

"What?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Okay, Harry, listen carefully, as I don't know if I have the courage to say this again." With his affirming nod, she continued, "I want to have sex with Severus Snape, but he's impotent. This won't do, so as a Sex Therapist, he has retained my services to assist him in this area. But Snape, being who he is, refuses to admit that he has this problem. So he has devised a plan to pay me to give him these treatments under the guise of taking them on behalf on his friend, Remus. He is lying through his crooked yellow teeth, and I've vowed to beat him at his game. I will win this battle, and I will fix his problem, and then I will take him." She breathed in a deep breath and asked, "Understand?"

It took Harry a moment to process the information, then, in a light bulb moment, he said, "Brilliant, what do you need from me?"

"I need your help in a ruse. I want Snape to admit that he's impotent, to admit that he's been playing me into thinking it's Remus, and to admit that he wants me."

"That's some tall order, Hermione. How do you plan on achieving that?"

Hermione and Harry talked about her plans and, with his assistance, she modified them to include him. She was pleased with his enthusiasm to assist her too and to help her get one over on Snape.

"Now, Hermione, what problem do I have that you have a solution for?"

"Oh, well, um, you see, I left Severus tonight needing him, and well, he couldn't allow it because IT wouldn't work, so, well, Harry, I... I guess what I'm saying is that I need you tonight...." Hermione was extremely reluctant to bring this up, as they had not had relations with one another in years. But confident that he was not in a relationship, she felt it safe to explore. "And with you and Frances not...." Hermione had no need to finish her idea. Harry quickly understood and, claiming her mouth, he reached around to her lower back, pulled her toward him, and embraced her into his hungry kiss.

"Okay, Harry," she said with bated breath, "it's been a while since we've been together, and I've learned a lot about sex and a lot about myself."

"Ah, huh," Harry said while sucking on her neck.

"Tonight, you follow my directions, understand?"

Not waiting for his response, Hermione stood up and stepped out of her dress to reveal a lacy bra and... no panties. Hermione looked into his beautiful green eyes, straddled him, and, as she began exposing his chest, she said, "After this, I'll Floo Remus, then we'll go to that restaurant at Diagon Alley with the beautiful veranda, people are bound to recognize us there.

Harry leaned away from Hermione this time, looked into her lust-filled eyes, and said, "As long as you don't fantasize that I'm Snape, you can have me do whatever it is you want in bed or out of bed," and returned his attentions to her neck.

~*~

"Severus, how delightful to see you again!" Hermione exclaimed while holding onto Remus' arm as they walked toward Hogwarts from their dinner in Hogsmeade.

"Miss Granger, Remus," Severus replied while studying the pair.

"Isn't it a beautiful and clear November evening, Severus?" Remus asked.

"By the looks of your girlfriend, her body says that it's a bit nippy tonight," Severus purred while taking in Hermione's breasts.

"Yes, you're quite right, Severus," Remus replied. "Here, Hermione, please take my cloak."

Accepting his proffered coat, Hermione asked Severus, "So, Severus, what are you doing out here tonight?"

"Not that it's any of your concern, Miss Granger, but I have been collecting hellebore which, in case you've forgotten, can only be collected after sundown."

"By the way, that reminds me," Severus continued, "is it a full moon tonight? It's dangerous to be walking with a werewolf at night, isn't it, Hermione?"

At this Remus began laughing and said, "Ah, Severus, you're always so droll. You are the only other person that I can count on to know the cycle of the moon better than I, considering that you are the one who brews my Wolfsbane."

"And, Severus, it will be a full moon in a couple of days," Hermione said, "which is exactly why I asked to meet with Remus tonight, so close to his transformation. I want to be with him and experience his heightened senses." Hermione turned toward Remus and looked deep into his eyes. "I want to experience his glorious animal magnetism."

"Why, madam, I didn't know that you were into bestiality, too."

"Why thank you, Severus, that's something I've not considered! What an interesting encounter that would be, hey, Remus?"

Remus' blush colored his face and ears in the evening light. "Be sure to return to me, my love, in a couple of days. After the initial transformation, as long as I've taken my Wolfsbane, I'm quite tame and... randy."

"Oh, Remus, perhaps we should start tonight, you know, and get a head start on knowing each other."

"I don't have to stand here and listen to this dribble," Severus huffed, and prepared to flee the nauseating scene developing before him.

Hermione let go of Remus' arm and reached for Severus, and with her hand, delicately urged him to turn around and face her. "Severus, please don't leave. Remus has invited me back to Hogwarts for a nightcap, and I would love it for you to join us."

Without prompting from Hermione, Remus added, "Yes, Severus, we would love for you to join us."

Hermione rubbed Severus' arms seductively, and she noticed him looking from her to Remus and back again with an understanding forming on his features as more seconds ticked by.

"I shall consider it," he said, and with that, he turned around and left the pair staring after him, not knowing if their offer would be taken.

~*~

"Remus, what if he shows up? What the hell are we going to do then, huh?" Not waiting for his reply, Hermione continued, "I don't even know why the hell I ventured away from our plans to get him jealous by inviting him over tonight. And if he shows up, he's going to expect a ménage à trois!"

"A what?"

"A threesome, Remus, a THREESOME!" Hermione shrilled, unable to control her anxiety.

"Well, as thrilled as I would be with a sexual encounter with you, Hermione..." Remus noticed her stare and quickly put the unspoken question to rest. "You are beautiful and desirable, but I have no plans on taking advantage of your situation, nor do I have any desire to be in the same bed with Severus."

"Thank you, Remus, but the question remains... WHAT DO WE DO?"

"First thing, Hermione, you must calm down. What if he arrives now, and you look like I've been beating you? Then Severus will have my hide. So go to the bathroom, freshen up, and return to me. I will have a stiff drink waiting for you."

Hermione gave Remus a strong hug and poured all of her frustration and anxiety into it, expecting Remus' calming and soothing nature to transfer onto her ragged nerves. Remus accepted her hug and held her against him in their strong embrace. Several deep breaths later, Hermione let go of Remus, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Hermione took her time in the bathroom to really freshen up as she would before a sexual encounter. She had been a mess and wanted to feel as refreshed as she could be without the luxury of a shower or a bath. Several charms later, she was renewed and ready for what the evening held for her.

As she entered the lounge, she learned what her evening held for her. Four eyes were trained on her, Remus' looking apologetic, and Severus with a stare that spoke to his mischievous and naughty plans. As scared as she was, her cleansing charms went for naught as she immediately became wet with desire for Severus... or maybe it was for this threesome possibility that lay before her.

As she approached the pair, she took the Firewhisky offered by Remus and noticed him sniffing the air around her when he said, "Hermione, I take it that you're feeling better."

Remus had intended that joke to settle between Hermione and he alone, but comprehension dawned on the couple as Severus let out a deep and thunderous laugh, having clearly understood.

Hermione was embarrassed and wanted to pummel Remus for being so insensitive. He was supposed to be aiding her in her quest to best Severus, and she felt as if he had handed her on a silver platter to Severus. 'What would Remus be doing with a silver platter?' thought Hermione, allowing her mind to take her to a safe place filled with gibberish where it seemed safer than being in her reality.

"Brilliant, Remus," Severus quipped, "now I understand why Hermione wanted to be with you during a time when your senses were heightened."

"I'm sorry, Hermione," Remus expressed his regret, "that was rather insensitive of me. Please sit here and drink up. I won't bite, I promise."

"But maybe I will," Severus responded, clearly working hard on baiting Hermione.

"Well, boys, I've never said no to a bite yet, so why don't we enjoy our nightcaps," Hermione said valiantly, not willing to show Severus her vulnerability.

Hermione, Remus and Severus spent the next two hours drinking a combination of Firewhisky, brandy, and a handful of wines. It seemed that they all were desperate to seek an inebriated state to conceal their discomfort. Well, Hermione knew that was the reason she was consuming such quantities of alcohol and could only assume that Remus was doing the same. As for Severus, he seemed unaffected by the significant amount of alcohol he was putting away.

The evening was getting very interesting indeed. For the most part, Severus did not speak much, but he didn't have to. His body spoke for him. As the evening wore on, Hermione found Remus and Severus sitting on either side of her. The conversation was interesting, thought provoking, and toward the end of the evening, became more and more stimulating. They spoke about her time in America, her interest in Psychology, light gossip on the teachers and friends and the happenings while she was in America, and finally they also discussed war and those they had lost. All in all, it had turned out to be a wonderful evening full of fun and friendship. Their eventual physical closeness to Hermione was not lost on her, despite her inebriation. She was sandwiched between two men she was physically attracted to, though she had never truly revealed that to Remus.

Hermione had never engaged in a threesome before and had never even given it any serious thought. Did she want to do this now, with Remus and Severus? There was no doubt that she was feeling comfortable and at ease, and that sexual excitement was building in her with the possibility of what was on the horizon.

She remained concerned, albeit slightly, considering her drunken haze, that Severus nor Remus were not acting like men with impotence. Remus had outright laughed when she told him of Severus' accusation and her theory behind it. Taking his reaction and his word on face value, it had been clear to Hermione that he was not affected with this dysfunction, and it confirmed her theory that Severus was the patient.

But sitting here between both men, it certainly seemed like they were interested in pursuing a sexual relationship with her. Severus had been the first to make his intentions known. Hermione's face had flushed with excitement as she'd felt Severus' hand lightly touch her arm closest to him. He gently massaged it from elbow to hand and, at her response, was emboldened to widen his playing field and massaged her from shoulder to fingertips. Whether it was Severus' touch or that in combination with alcohol, she had never felt so stimulated in her whole life.

Awakening to the realization that she and Severus were not alone, Hermione turned to face Remus, not knowing what message she wanted to relay to him. When she turned toward Remus, she gave him a smile, and her eyes were filled with lust, with friendship and the promise of more.

Hermione was confused and loving it. She wanted to continue feeling wonderful, sensual, and desirable. These two men made her feel that way. It was part of her fantasy to be taken, wanted, and claimed by Severus, and although tonight Remus was part of the mix, the fantasy she created seemed to easily expand to him and his role in claiming her as well.

Remus seemed to understand her unspoken acceptance of this new situation and, encouraged, he reached out to touch her hair and laced his fingers in it, making sure to scrape his fingernails along her scalp as he combed her hair with his fingers. Hermione was turned on. She wished she had a camera capturing the moment for her to view later from all angles. She wanted to be her own fly on the wall, enjoying this moment from another's perspective.

Hermione couldn't remember how long they stood there, but she recalled Severus moving his touch to her side and lightly grazing her breast, while Remus claimed her mouth for a passionate kiss. Hermione could feel her heart beat in her clitoris and decided that she didn't want one of these men; she wanted both, now. Hermione began rubbing each man's upper leg, timidly working her way up. She reached their sexes and found them both aroused. She was about to turn around to face both men and begin her assertive assault when Remus grabbed her hand and asked, "Hermione, please, may I have a word with you before we continue?"

Hermione followed him to his bedroom, and when he closed the door to give them privacy, Hermione grabbed him and pressed her lips against his. She was passionate and wanted entry. Remus parted his lips and allowed her safe passage. She didn't know what he wanted, and at the moment neither one cared. Both were lost in their own senses, enjoying each other's taste.

Remus was the first to pull away. Panting, he asked, "Hermione, as much faith as you have in me, I am still a man, so if you don't leave now, we really will end up in a threesome, so please leave..."

"Remus, I want you... I want you too... I want both of you, please don't deny me," Hermione begged.

"We'll talk when we're both sober. For now, I shall send you away with Severus, and may your evening be filled with all that you desire."

"No," Hermione shrieked as Remus' remark brought her out of her drunken haze. "You're only denying me because Severus is right, you are really the friend, the one with dysfunction!"

"Hermione, feel this," Remus said with determination as he grabbed her hand and placed it onto his swollen penis. "Does that feel like a man with impotence?"

Hermione shook her head as if saying 'no'. He was hard, and she could feel his urge for release as he pressed his pelvis into her hand.

"I want you to be clear that you want to have sex with me because that is what you want, not because your drunken body is desiring sex. Now please, go with Severus, and we'll talk in the morning."

When they emerged into the lounge where Severus sat nursing his drink and waiting for their return, Remus said, "Severus, Hermione and I discussed this and I do not wish to participate in a threesome. Please take Hermione home for me, she's had a bit too much to drink to go back home alone."

"Absolutely," Severus said as he removed himself from Remus' couch and led Hermione out of his chambers. Hermione wasn't sure how she got there, but she found herself in Severus' quarters, and he indicated that she could Floo to her flat from his Floo, as he had created that connection for her to ease her transport to and from the castle for their sessions.

"Hermione," Severus purred in her ear as he held her to him, "do you want me to take you home? Or can you stay with me...?"

Hermione turned her face up toward his and searched his deep black eyes for truth, acceptance, and desire. Before she could answer him, she assumed he read her own acceptance in her eyes, as he possessed her mouth with such fierceness that he brought her off the ground with his grip. Severus' hand traveled down her back and found the cleft of her buttocks, and, through her dress, he began to massage her crease.

She wanted to give all of herself to this man. He was claiming her just as she desired. If he wanted her in that way, she would give it to him and enjoy it herself. Hermione could feel his throbbing member against her stomach, and she wanted nothing more than to have him deep within her. She remembered seeing him the day before when she'd brought him to climax, and she was eager to have him inside her and filling her.

They broke away to breathe, and Severus guided her to his sofa and said, "Hermione, sit here, I shall return with a drink. Would you like liquor, wine, or tea?"

Calming down from such a passionate kiss was not easy. Hermione ran her fingers through her hair and was then able to respond, "Severus, yes, please, I would love some tea."

As Severus departed to prepare tea, Hermione began to think about what a crazy life she had begun since her return to England. She had begun her own business, was involved in a battle of wills with the most cunning of all Slytherins, had violated her Code of Ethics with her first patient in his very first session; she'd had sex with Harry, almost had sex with Remus, and was now about to win her battle with Severus. She was minutes away from having sex with the man, and she could care less if not all of her conditions had been met. She would have sex with him now and think about getting him to confess the rest later.

"Hermione? Hermione, wake up!"

Hermione woke up to the sound of a man calling her name again and again. She regained consciousness and found herself lying on someone's bed with Remus and Severus on either side.

"What happened? Severus?" Hermione asked while looking at the two men.

Severus replied, "You passed out."

To Be Continued....

A/N: A big THANK YOU goes to Jackie, my first beta, and to the Mighty Wartcap for the re-beta.

When I first began discussing the various sub-plots with my best friend, SiriusWoman, she had one condition that I had to meet. She wanted a character fashioned after her to be found in bed with Harry. I couldn't quite pull that one off, but the "Frances" character is the best I could do with the situation at hand. So, SiriusWoman, sorry, but there will be no screwing the Boy-Who-Lived!

This was the first chapter to have both Severus and Hermione's POV's presented. I hope it didn't confuse anyone.

PLEASE don't get riled up regarding Hermione's sexual freedom! She's in her late twenties, she's single, she's confident, and yes, she's weak. Let her have her fun, will ya!

Isn't Remus just the best? Doesn't he make you just want to have sex with him? AAAHHH!

The Castle on the Green – Does that sound familiar to anyone? I'm from NYC, so I fashioned it after our famous "Tavern on the Green."

Page Six, the Who's Who in Wizarding Society page – Sound familiar to anyone? This is also a NYC reference from The Post; they have a Page Six Entertainment section. It's pure gossip about Hollywood stars. I'm like Severus; I don't read such gibberish.