Bonus cut-scene

Disclaimer: I own two small children, a husband, and a twelve-year-old Cadillac. I do not own these characters.

This part may seem a bit incongruous, as the rest of the story was written in first person - this is the reason I have posted it as a bonus chapter instead of just editing into Chapter Four. I know there were a few of you who reviewed looking forward to this - I hope it lives up to your expectations!

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Remus slid his hands up Hermione's thighs, inching the skirt of her costume up slowly.

"I still want to see you in nothing but the boots, but it will keep," he said huskily, bending to plant a kiss on her inner thigh. "This costume is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen."

Severus eased one of the straps of the costume down her arm, kissing her freckle-dusted shoulder. "Do you still want the Sober-Up potion, little tart? I'd hate for you to not remember this in the morning."

"Maybe just half a dose? I'll think too much if I'm completely sober. I don't want to think too much right now," Hermione admitted.

"Half a dose it is, then." Severus agreed, nibbling on her ear for a moment before going to find the potion.

Hermione threaded her fingers through Remus' hair as his kisses inched further up her inner thighs, his lips staying just shy of her knickers, the satin of them damp and on their way to being utterly soaked. She made an impatient noise in her throat and wriggled her hips in frustration. Remus chuckled quietly and applied the heel of his palm against her clit through the knickers, the pressure making her gasp and tighten her fingers in his hair.

"Patience is a virtue," he chided. "Be good."

"Being good is highly overrated, Lupin," Severus interjected, returning with the potion. He handed it to Hermione and watched as she drank the half dose, her nose wrinkling. Whether it was intentional on the potion inventor's part to make the brew taste and smell like dirty socks or not, the stuff was disgusting. Hermione sat up a bit as her head cleared slightly.

"I've been bloody patient for the last two weeks, and that's been about two weeks too long," she growled, tugging at Reus's hair. "Tease all you like another time, but not now."

Preferring to the implied consequences an unsolved mystery; Remus slid Hermione's damp copper satin knickers down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder, too intent on the lovely sight before him to be concerned with where they might land. He trailed his fingers along her hips and over her belly, finally spreading her thighs apart. Bending his head to her center, he licked a slow, teasing path along her inner lips and up to her clit. Hermione whimpered and gripped the edge of the settee. It wasn't going to take much to set her off, and Remus seemed to sense it, sliding two fingers into her moist heat. He smiled against her clit as he heard her moan, his eyes flicking upward to see Severus claiming her mouth in a heated kiss.

Hermione was divided between the two sensations, pressing her core against Remus' mouth and fingers and arching into Severus' kiss. She drew Severus' lower lip between her teeth and nipped at it, one hand reaching up to curl around his neck. She buried her fingers in his dark hair, savoring the taste of champagne on his lips.

Her climax took her by surprise, occupied as she was with kissing Severus. Her cries were lost in the kiss.

Severus brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek with a smile. "As lovely as it is to see you writhing in pleasure on my settee, I think the bedroom may be more comfortable for any further... activities."

Remus extended his hand to the weak-kneed witch, helping her up.

Together, they made their way into the bedroom, Hermione giggling madly all the while.

"All right then, Hermione – into the middle of the bed," Severus drawled, leaning up against the doorjamb with a lascivious grin.

Hermione attempted to move, but she was brought up short by the enormous bed with its lavish linens.

"Are you quite sure there's only the three of us tonight, Severus? I think we could fit half the attendees to the party in your bed," she teased, settling her satin-clad body against the mountains of pillows.

Severus smirked, unbuttoning his vicar's robes and tossing them across the fainting couch. "By all means, if the Saviour of the Wizarding World wants to invite the rest of the party, who am I to say no?"

"I believe I have all the party I need here," Hermione affirmed. "At least, I would if you two would join me in bed."

Remus and Severus exchanged glances and began to slowly unbutton their shirts. Hermione didn't know where to look first, at Severus and his pale skin dusted with fine black hairs, or Remus' more rugged, tanned physique. They shrugged the shirts onto the floor and by some sort of mutual agreement, started on the belt buckles.

"Stop-stop-stop. Either one at a time, or one of you undress the other one, or something. I'm still half-tipsy, and I can't keep track of both of you at the same time," Hermione said bossily, interrupting the striptease.

"Cheeky little tart, isn't she?" Severus remarked offhandedly to Remus, crossing the room to him. He stepped behind Remus, pausing to nip lightly at the side of his neck, and reached around to unfasten his trousers. Hermione bit her lower lip and watched, a greedy look in her eyes as her men (hers!) finished undressing each other.

They slid into the bed on either side of her, Remus on her right and Severus on the left.

"Now who's overdressed, witch?" Remus asked, tugging the bottom of her costume up. Hermione lifted her bottom off the bed and then raised her arms so Remus could slip the copper satin from her body. Severus took advantage of Hermione's distraction, cradling her face in his hands and claiming her lips in a heated, tingling kiss. Remus snuggled up behind Hermione, his hands roaming over her body as he spoke softly into her ear.

"Do you like how Severus kisses you, love? All that sensuality and power he keeps buttoned up inside those robes of his? Touch him, Hermione. He needs to feel loved and wanted," Remus insisted, cupping her breasts in his hands and teasing her nipples to a peak with his thumbs.

Hermione complied, moving to straddle Severus's lap, where she commenced a more in-depth study of his body than she had been able to ascertain in the Malfoy dungeons. Her hands caressed him, never breaking their kiss. She traced his many scars, wishing she could smooth them, and the memories of how they were made, away. As her fingers swept over his transformed Dark Mark, she began to giggle and pulled back a bit.

"I know being marked with stars and hearts isn't funny to you, Severus. But you must admit, it's far more attractive than the original," she offered, after composing herself.

"Wench." Severus sniffed. "I just wish it wasn't PINK." He smiled a bit and then leaned to kiss her collarbone. "Remus, why are you over there all by yourself, hmm?"

Remus offered a lazy grin. "Just enjoying watching my lovers pet each other."

"Come here so we can pet you, too." Hermione beckoned, her eyes drifting closed. Severus held a hand out to Remus and tugged him over, subtly directing him behind Hermione. The two wizards sought to reduce Hermione to a mass of boneless pleasured goo, hands and mouths working in tandem. Before long, she was rocking her hips against Severus' erect cock and back to where Remus was nestled between her buttocks.

Remus caught her earlobe between his teeth, nipping it slightly. "What do you want, lovely? Tell us, Hermione," Remus urged, his fingers teasing her clit.

"Mmmm, Remus, please..."

"Please what, Hermione?" Severus purred, pressing against her. "Do you want us both, right now?"

"Yes, now, want you both," she panted, wrapping her hand around Severus' cock and pressing back against Remus with a moan. Severus grabbed her hips and brought her forward, nudging at her entrance with his member. Hermione rose slightly and sank back down slowly on Severus' cock, bracing herself on his shoulders.

"Severussssssssss!" she hissed, rocking forward just a bit. "Remus, hurry!" she commanded and then buried her head into Severus' neck to keep from moving. His cock felt amazing, and she was impatient. Soon, she felt Remus' fingers, slick with oil, working gently to open her rear entrance enough for his cock.

"Bossy witch. That's the last time you get elf-made champagne before a major event like this one," Remus chided, positioning himself and sliding just the head of his cock inside. "You're alright?" he asked.

"Damn! Yes! I'm fine. I could be better than fine!" Hermione growled. "Quit pussyfooting around!"

Remus shared a grin with Severus over Hermione's shoulder and thrust his hips forward, sliding deep into her passage. "As my witch commands," he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Severus leaned over Hermione's shoulder to kiss Remus deeply as the three of them worked together to find their rhythm. It didn't take long, Remus and Hermione moving toward Severus as one.

"Sweet Merlin, Hermione. I love your pussy," Severus gasped. "So wet..."

Hermione found herself quite incapable of rational thought, caught between the two of them. There was only feeling, and friction, and pleasure. Thinking at this point was ridiculously overrated, and she gave herself over to the sensations. It only took a slight brush of Remus' thumb against her clit and she came undone, Remus and then Severus following her into oblivion.