MISSION: Who said being a pawn in others games was a bad thing?

Sirius extends his hand to me, helping me to my feet. Something tells me that from that grin on his face I should be a little worried about what he is up to and that this is going to be quite the contrary to Remus’ performance.

“Time is ticking, Black. I do not have all night,” Snape drawls at him

“Sorry, I forgot that when darkness falls it’s your feeding time,” Sirius shoots back with a smug grin. “Besides, Remus and I are quite happy to and capable of entertaining Hermione on our own, if you’d prefer to leave.”

Snape looks from Sirius to me, then back again. “Fifteen minutes, Miss Granger. That should be more than enough time for Black to satisfy himself.”

I stifle a laugh. I know that there is no way in all of the Wizarding World that Snape is going to leave before he gets his chance again, nor give Sirius the satisfaction of his departure.

“Fifteen minutes enough time for you, ‘Mione?” Sirius bends to whisper in my ear, wrapping his arms around me from behind and pulling me up against his bare body. I can feel that hard chest against my back, his hair tickling delightfully at my neck, and the evidence of his need is resting between my hips.

His hands start sliding over my body as he waits for an answer, one hand tracing up my torso to grasp one nipple in his fingers, teasing it with almost a little too much pressure, yet the slight pain definitely borders on the pleasurable side. His other hand slips down my belly, sending shivers of anticipation through my skin and straight to my core. His fingers splay out as they get closer to their goal, one finding my sensitive nub and grazing over it in a slow yet steady rhythm. My legs melt beneath me, and Sirius manages to prop me up with the arm across my chest without breaking his ministrations for even a moment.

Sirius takes a nip at my shoulder, then my neck, and I am sure that he is leaving his mark there. I let out a long moan, amazed at how many different places this man can entice at once. Already I can feel a warmth growing inside me.

“Is that a yes to fifteen minutes?” Sirius says with a tinge of a chuckle in my ear.

I whimper. That is the best answer I can come up with right now. And yes, yet again the three of them have driven me, Miss Know-It-All Hermione Granger, into speechlessness. Oh, the amount of people I know who would be ever so grateful for that!

“Look at Remus, ‘Mione,” Sirius instructs, and as I open my eyes I realise that Sirius has positioned me so that he is once again showing me off to his friend, and Snape. The two of them are staring at me transfixed, Snape albeit with an odd looking sneer on his lips. Lupin, however, is smiling.

“You know, Moony,” Sirius continues, dipping two of his fingers inside me, “she’s still wet from you.”

Lupin’s eyes fall closed for a moment, as if this is too much for him to comprehend.

Sirius laughs again, a deep rumbling that resonates throughout me.

Snape snorts. “Black, we are all quite aware exactly how much you enjoy pleasuring Lupin, but in case you had not noticed, that is Miss Granger you have there. If you’d prefer to be fucking that freak instead, by all means go ahead and let Miss Granger and I get on with what we came here for. After all, I am sure she would much prefer pleasure to being used as a pawn in your sordid relations with that!” With his last words, Snape jerks his head unceremoniously at Lupin. Lupin is giving Sirius a look of warning, obviously trying to tell him not to take Snape’s bait.

“Time to step up the pace a little, ‘Mione,” Sirius informs me, sounding just a tad menacing, but unable to see his face I cannot read his attentions too clearly. Next thing I know, Sirius has me bent of the arm of the couch, my face basically in Snape’s lap. Snape glares at Sirius, then scowling down his large nose at me, gives me a look resembling disgust as he is basically forced to watch Sirius and I.

Sirius takes hold of my hips with his hands, his fingers digging somewhat painfully into my skin, but as I feel him sliding through my folds, teasing at my opening, my thoughts are dragged elsewhere. His heat is searing at me, the anticipation of him being so close yet not in me is driving me mad.

“Sirius! Please!”

“My pleasure,” Sirius replies, and without warning his suddenly slams into me, filling me to the hilt and making me gasp. The abrupt intrusion sends sparks though my body, making me quiver once more. Sirius takes up an infuriating pace (or is that infuriated pace? It would seem that Sirius now has a point of his own to prove to Snape, and either way, so long as I win, I couldn’t care less). This angle provides for an interesting set of sensations – oh, Hermione, you sound like a bloody test book! Let me rephrase that, this angle makes me want to beg for both more and mercy! With each plunge Sirius takes into me, he pushes me harder against the arm of the sofa, crushing my clit against the rough fabric, the feel of his hips smacking at my backside is thrilling and when I realise my face is inches away from Snape’s arousal I cannot help myself from darting out my tongue to taste him. Unfortunately, Snape lets out a growl and Sirius sees what I have just done.

“Time for a little more distraction, then,” Sirius decides, though I can hear the humour back in his voice, despite that I have now taken the tip of Snape’s cock inside my mouth. Ah, men are strange creatures. I feel Sirius run his thumb slowly down my spine, travelling from between my shoulder blades right down my back, past my hips and come to rest upon my rear entrance, pressing gently yet firmly at the tight muscles. As his thumb pushes its way in and Sirius continues to pound into me I can feel my insides starting to quiver, my vision blur and then I am in the throes of a full blown orgasm, shaking under Sirius. Distantly I hear Snape groan, and then my mouth fills with salty liquid and I realise I’m not the only one that Sirius has caught.

With a satisfied grunt I feel Sirius lose his control and join us.

Lying here with my eyes closed as I recover from our romp, the first thing that stirs me back to now is Sirius laughing on top of me. I turn my head to question him, but he is looking at Snape.

“That within you time limit, Snivellus? Or would you like me to go another round to give you a chance to recover?”

My gods, I am so glad I’m not on the end of that glare! If looks could kill, and I’m not so sure this one won’t, then most of Hogwarts should be dead about now. No wonder Voldemort wanted Snape on his side.