MISSION: What's almost as good as chocolate?

Yes, poor, poor Remus. He has been getting rather the short end of the stick; but then again, it was his choice to bide by school rules. I could torture him a little longer, after all he's made me wait a damn long week for this, and I do have other options...

"Hermione, play nicely," Sirius interrupts my thoughts, giving me an all knowing look.

Bah! Fine.

I eye Remus up wondering what to do with him. What to do...what to do...what to do with a horny werewolf at one's disposal – the eternal dilemma!

Sliding off Snape, whose glare at me really does look half-hearted, I slip down to the floor, straddling Remus' lap. "So Remus, what would you like?" I ask sweetly. Moving my mouth to his neck, I nip and lick at his skin before suggesting, "How about we just do it here? I could slide down on to you and ride you into oblivion?". Remus nearly chokes at my words. Bah. Boring, boring Remus. Okay, maybe a few more suggestions might save me from the missionary monotony. "No? Well," I continue as I nip at his ear, "perhaps I should let you bend me over the couch and fuck me 'til I scream?" Remus draws a quick breath as I slide my tongue along his collarbone. "No? Goodness, you are a hard man to please tonight. Perhaps you could pick me up and pin me against that wall? Have me all to yourself for a little while? Or just maybe you'd like for Sirius to join in?"

Remus shoots a glance over my shoulder at Sirius, his eyes raking over the other man's body. "I...I would like for Sirius to join in," he manages to stutter out. Poor, poor man. I guess a week of waiting may have just been a little too long.

"Certainly. And what do you wish to do to me?" I shiver at the thought of Sirius and Remus together...with me. Remus is running his eyes over me obviously contemplating his options, making me squirm with anticipation.

"Bloody hell, dunderheads! Shall I go get myself a pot of tea and the Daily Prophet or will you decide in the next hour?" Snape sneers at them. "Or perhaps, Ms Granger, you'd prefer to leave silly boys alone and let me escort you back to my quarters?"

"Severus?" I say ever so sweetly.

"It's Professor Snape!" he growls, sitting up on the sofa.

"Not for the past hour! And will you be quiet? Your incessant whining is growing tiresome!" Sirius snorts. Remus chuckles. I smirk at Snape and he glares back at me. What's that, Professor? Don't like your own insults so much now?

"You will pay for that, Miss Granger."

"Oh, I do hope so," I reply with a grin.

"Well, go on then, get on with it, Lupin! It doesn't take that long to plan the missionary position!"

Remus looks thoughtful for a moment, glancing from me to Snape and back again.
"I want Severus to watch, Hermione. I want him to watch what I do to you,' Remus requests, picking me up and sliding back onto the couch so he is sitting next to Snape with me in his lap.

"Certainly. There you go, Severus, you won't need the Daily Prophet for entertainment," I tell him smugly. Snape glowers at me and snorts, but I couldn't care less right now given that Remus is kissing my neck, finding all those ever so sensitive places that make shivers run down my spine. I can feel Remus is hard again, pressed against me and quivering every now and again. His hands run down my sides, brushing over the edge of my breasts, down to my hips, my thighs and then back up again. He lifts one breast slowly, dipping his head to greet it. His tongue runs a hot trail over one nipple, which cools quickly in the night air, an odd combination of sensations that work in wonderful ways.

"Please, Remus," I beg quietly, urging him on. He pays the same attention to the other breast while running his fingers over the one he has just left. I moan gently. This is... exactly what I expected from him, yet so much better. He's soft, he's caring, yet he knows what the hell he is doing. His fingers run down my belly, teasing my skin just below my belly button, making me shiver, before sliding into my folds and running gently over my clit. I quiver in satisfaction, needing so badly to be touched.

His other hand runs back up my body, never once breaking contact as it comes to rest tangled in my hair, before drawing me closer and into a slow, steamy kiss. His lips are gentle, his mouth warm, his tongue soft and caressing, and yet there is a deep underlying need urging it all on. It is utterly intoxicating. I wonder if I could bottle this? Would be much better than that cheap plonk I guzzled before skulking down here.

Remus gently lays me down on the sofa and Severus is now down by my feet. I hear him snort in disapproval, but right now I just don't give a damn. Remus lifts himself slightly from me in order to slide his way into my depths and I shiver at the intensity of it. I gasp and Remus breaks our kiss, instead moving to my neck, allowing me to breathe. One hand remains in my hair whilst the other stokes at my breast, teasing my nipple and soothing my skin. Gods, this is so overwhelming. I am now moaning beneath him, unable to stop. I can feel my release building, so close now. Remus is growling a little against my neck, the noise sending welcome vibrations through my skin.

"Let go, Hermione," he whispers to me and I have no choice, I couldn't stop myself now even if I had wanted to. Waves of pleasure take over my body, my fingernails dig into Remus' back and I throw back my head as Remus continues to move in me. I can feel myself clamping down around him, my body trying to pull him over with me, but as I come back down I realise that he has managed to hold on.

"Oh, wow," I say breathlessly, releasing my fingers from his back. He's going to have marks from that tomorrow. Remus picks up the pace a little, and my eyes fall shut as it drags out that last remains of my orgasm, making me quiver inside.

"Hermione, open your eyes," Remus pleads.

I force them back open, and give him a slight questioning look.

"I want you to see what you do to me." Oh, gods. And those words manage to bring on yet another orgasm or perhaps revive the one I've just had. I don't care. I really don't care. Right now Remus is grunting, then lets out a low growl as he joins me, losing his rhythm and pumping into me erratically. His face is amazing to watch as he climaxes, content yet intense. My mind is floating, grasping to hold on to the image of Remus, yet slipping into oblivion, unable to think at all as my climax slows. Remus rolls to the side of me before dropping his head down on the sofa beside mine. As I come back to reality I find him lying there smiling at me as he caresses my face.

"It doesn't need to be dirty to be enjoyable," Remus informs me with a smirk. Yeah, yeah, all right Mister Goody-four-paws. Lesson learnt. Slow missionary sex can be enjoyable. More than. Oh blimey, I'm just going to shut up now before I have to admit being wrong about anything else.

Wait a sec, what happened to Sirius?

I turn my head and give Sirius, who is standing watching us, a questioning look.

"Remus had a point to prove, and quite well executed it was, Moony." I smile. Then a something suspicious starts niggling at my brain.

"That's not the real reason you didn't join in, was it, Sirius?" I demand, giving him a nasty look.

"Well, there is the fact that Severus and Remus have both had you to themselves tonight now..."

Remus chuckles.

I laugh.

Severus announces in an annoyed tone, "I am going to get a paper! Would you like a copy, Miss Granger? We could do the crosswords whilst Black pisses around."

"No fear, Snivellus, I know precisely what I want to do with Hermione."

Oooh, goody! "Pass on the paper, Sev, but some sort of energy potion might be a good idea!"







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