MISSION: Teach Professor Lupin a Lesson

MISSION: Teach Professor Lupin a Lesson

I am reading, honest I am. The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. Quentin Trimble. Have made it that far. Not bad, have only been here an hour. Gods, am so distracted! Tomorrow is the last day of school, why on earth Lupin decided to waste our time setting readings for the last day is beyond me. Funny, just over a week ago I would have loved this...now, well, I have other things on my mind.

Catch an odd look from Neville across the library. Ick...is that supposed to be attractive? Bleh. Right...back to book. Chapter One...

"Bet I could find you something more interesting to do." A faint, husky whisper in my ear sends shivers through me.

I turn around and grin broadly. "Sirius!"

"Shhh! Harry doesn't know I'm here yet. Thought I could get in a bit of time with you first."
A bit? Harry'll be bloody lucky if he ever sees his godfather again!

"Oops...sorry!" I whisper back.

"Give me ten minutes 'Mione. Will be in Lupin's guest room."

YES!

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Hm..right...fifteen minutes later...don't know why I'm bothering to delude myself that this will make me seem less desperate, being 5 minutes late. Not like Sirius would care. Ah, good, the door to Lupin's room is unlocked, as is the door to his guestroom. Yet there is no Sirius. Dammit! What is he playing at?

I stand there for a few minutes feeling like a right dolt. That's it – I'm leaving. Turn door handle again just as I hear voices outside.

"Remus, I think you will quite enjoy this..."

"If this is yet another of your hairball schemes, Sirius..."

"Trust me!"

I step back from the door just in time. It flies open before me, Sirius giving me a broad grin.

Lupin sighs, then looks almost annoyed, quite a foreign expression for him.

"Hermione, leave."

"Now, is that anyway to treat our guest?" Sirius scolds, casting a glance back at his friend.

"Sirius – a word please?" It is more of a statement than a question, and Lupin exits the room in quite a huff.

Sirius gives me a cheeky grin. "Back in a minute, 'Mione."

"Sirius, leave him..." I say, but my words fall on selectively-deaf ears.

Crap..I can see what's going to happen here. Big fight, angry men, no fun for me. I hear a few hushed words and then Sirius announcing. "Well, you know where we are!"

Sirius practically bounces back into the room and shuts the door behind him.

"Is he all right?" I ask tentatively. Am not really in the mood for this anymore – has taken on quite a sordid quality.

"He's fine. Just sulking. Forget it," Sirius informs me, sliding onto the bed. He looks at me a little worriedly. "'Mione?"

I glance back at the closed door, then at Sirius.

"It's fine, honest!" he says raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Umm, I think I might go."

Sirius chuckles at me. "Chill, 'Mione." He offers me his hand.

After a few moments debate, I give in. What the heck...Sirius is a sweetie...and, unlike with Snape, am sure I can back out of this one anytime I like.

Sirius grins broadly at my decision to join him, barely giving me a second to sit down before he pounces on me, pinning me to the bed. He begins by attacking the sensitive skin of my neck, relieving my doubts and re-igniting my desire.

"Gods, 'Mione, have been waiting way too long for this," he growls against my skin. His body is heavy upon mine, but in oh so a delightful way.

"Indeed," I mutter in reply, relaxing back into the soft mattress contentedly as he continues on his merry journey. Sirius flicks open the buttons of my uniform shirt, ravishing the newly exposed skin, gently yet intently. One hand slides inside my bra, lifting my breast out and exposing it to his needy actions. A tiny growl rumbles from his chest as his lips descent upon my nipple, sucking at the sensitive nub, sending shivers of electricity through my body. Fuck, now this is more like it!

"Sirius!" I hiss through my teeth as I clutch redundantly at the bed coverings.

"Hmm?" he mumbles around me, looking up at me all sweetness and light. A gentle hand has come to rest on my bare knee. Try damn hard to send Sirius telepathic messages as to where I would rather have that hand, yet appears he is quite content to draw lazy circles along my inner thigh with it.

"Ah hem!"

With much effort I glance over at the doorframe to find Lupin standing there. Gods only know for how long.

"Ah...got the better of your conscious, eh?" Sirius chuckles.

"No, Sirius. Just wanted to let you know that there's coffee out here if either of you want it."

Sirius laughs. "Funny...I seem to recall you knowing that I don't drink coffee...any other reason why you might be here?"

"Someone has to keep an eye on your behaviour, Padfoot," Lupin replied, almost convincingly.

"Well, then, by all means, man, pull up a seat and 'keep an eye on me', however, I would suggest watching 'Mione would be much more satisfying."

Lupin glanced at the chair in the corner of the room, then back at Sirius and me.

"I think not," he replies with a sigh, about to leave.

"Stay," I quickly put in. "Please?"

Lupin eyes me hungrily.

"Besides, you are right, Sirius needs constant supervision."

Lupin lets out a little laugh, obviously feeling a bit nervous about doing this, yet he eventually crosses the room and take a seat.

"Better. 'Mione, you up for showing Moony what he's missing out on?" Sirius asks with a smirk. Feeling quite adventurous myself, I nod in reply with a grin.

"Excellent!"

Sirius helps me to sit up, indicating for me to scoot to the edge of the bed closest to where Lupin is sitting, which I do quite willingly. Lupin stares at me for a few moments, obviously trying to make sure this is ok. Lupin, you dolt, have you not got the idea yet that I am more than happy with this whole wonderful arrangement?

He appears to have finally got the message – his eyes have drifted from mine, down my front to take in the sight of me spilling over my bra. Good, good, you keep that train of thought, Remus, is so much better and definitely more gratifying.

Sirius slips himself behind me, slipping one leg either side of my hips and though I can not see his face I am damn sure he still has that smug grin. For that matter, when does he not? Oh well, not really of any great importance right now.

"So, 'Mione," Sirius whispers not so quietly in my ear, "what do we want to show Moony?"

Lupin raises one eyebrow at Sirius, then his eyes move to look at me again.

"Hmm, didn't pay this one anywhere near enough attention, did I?" Sirius mutters, lifting one of my breasts up, cupping it in his palm and teasing at the nipple with the pad of his thumb. Lupin is quite a sight to behold right now – he's chewing on that delectable bottom lip and starting to look just a tad uncomfortable in the most delightful way. Excellent!

"You know, Remus, 'Mione tastes wonderful," Sirius states, as he bends down over my shoulder and captures the tight bud he had just been rolling between his fingers between his lips. He runs his tongue lightly over its surface, causing me to squirm, my eyes slipping shut.

"Gods," Lupin growls from before me, and I force my eyes open to watch his reaction. His eyes are lidded, a serene look upon his face as Sirius continues to work wonders with his mouth.

"You don't mind if Moony watches do you 'Mione?" Sirius enquires, just a little too late, not that I might at all.

"Uh uh," I manage to reply, the sounds coming out more as a squeak.

"Mind if Remus watches as I slide my hand down your belly?" Sirius does just so as he asks, his warm hands against my relatively cool skin causing my need to double. Fuck this man is a talker and that suits me just fine.

"You know, I think we need to get rid of this." Sirius tugs at my skirt to emphasise his point and next thing I know my skirt is sliding down my legs and pooling on the floor. "There, much better. Spread your legs, 'Mione, show Remus what he's missing."

Two gentle yet firm hands are placed on the insides of my knees, slowly pushing them apart until I am sitting completely exposed before Lupin, save for my drenched underwear. I once again allow my eyes to fall upon Lupin, only to discover his eyes have fallen shut.

"Remus! Watch her!"

Lupin's eyes fly back open and I pity him for a moment. It is so stupendously obvious that the man wants to join in, and is fighting hard to keep even a loose grip on his self-control.

Sirius' fingers dance lightly up my thighs, playing with the elastic of my panties at the insides of my legs. I sigh in both contentment and frustration.

"May I?" he growls in my ear.

"May you what?" I reply, barely keeping hold of any sort of train of thought, let alone in a state for mind reading again.

"May I run my fingers through your moist folds? May I tease your clit? May I make you come while Remus watches?"

Fuck yes! And trust me, Sirius, it won't take much! Yet all I actually manage to do in reply is nod my head weakly, and lean back against him as I continue to watch Lupin.

Sirius' fingers have snaked into my panties, pulling them to one side to expose my glistening folds to Lupin. I see him draw in a sharp breath, which he lets out with a slow hiss. One finger draws slowly through my wetness, stopping at my clit to rub there ever so gently. Two more fingers come up to play with my opening, teasing at my entrance before plunging roughly inside. Fuck! So damn close already...

"It could be you doing this to her, Moony. Could be you making her wet, making her squirm."

Trust me, Moony is doing plenty enough – just watching him watching me is an aphrodisiac. Sirius is pressed tightly against my back now, the thought of getting me off in front of his friend obviously not hindering his ability to perform one iota, quite the opposite actually.

"Wouldn't you like to just taste her, Remus?" Sirius asks, removing his fingers from inside me and offering them to Lupin.

Lupin licks his lips as he looks at Sirius' offering, yet he stays glued to the chair.

"Your loss," Sirius says, shrugging behind me. I watch as he lifts those fingers to his mouth, and hear him licking them clean. Lupin literally whimpers. I can feel slick trails of Sirius' doing sliding down my legs. "Oh well, if you change your mind Moony, you know where they are."

Sirius' fingers slip back inside me, the coolness of his damp skin feeling wonderful. He picks up the pace a bit, I'm not sure whether it is because he can feel my need for release or if it is to further torment Lupin – either way, I'm not complaining. Blood rushes to my face and chest, little shivers start to flood through my body.

"'Mione, I want to you to come now. I want you to come in front of Remus; I want you to scream his name. I want him to think it is him doing this to you..."

Fuck, well if those thoughts weren't going to do it, nothing was. Remus is looking at me utterly transfixed, a deep look of desire lowering his eyelids and increasing the rate at which is chest is rising and falling.

"'Mione, please!" Remus begs.

That's it. I'm gone. Am vaguely aware of Sirius holding tightly on to me as my body both relaxes and tightens at once, wave after wave of pleasure flooding over me, through me, making me clamp down on Sirius' fingers simply increasing the stimulation and drawing my orgasm out. I even think I complied with Sirius' wishes and justifiably screamed Remus' name.

Just as I begin to come down I feel those wonderful digits abruptly pulled from me. Forcing my eyes back open I discover that Lupin is no longer in his chair, but instead kneeling on the floor before me, sucking my juices from Sirius' fingers causing his friend to whimper.

My, the next round is certainly going to be interesting.