Mission: Infiltration: Complete

MISSION: Infiltration: Complete

AN: *sloppy kiss* to LariLee for betaing and giving Jes a break to catch up on her studies :) Sorry about the wait, folks – hopefully this is hot and smutty enough for you all to forgive me ;) Um, de, dum...Warnings:

Mission III: Get Hermione Laid Once More contains the following:

1. Lots of smut – and not a lot of plot

2. Lots of naughty smut – and not a lot of plot

3. Slash, anal sex, oral sex, and other general debauchery – basically, lots of fun! However, if this doesn't rock your boat, then well...hey...what are you doing reading a story labelled Mission: Get Hermione Laid?...*Ferv! That was not very nice!* um...you might want to consider hitting the back button :)

HG/SS/SB/RL

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"I will choose, for your benefit, Miss Granger, to accept that remark as a challenge rather than an insult," Snape growls in my ear, his fingers trailing down my bare shoulders, then tracing their way down my spine sending shivers of anticipation and delight through my body.

"Yes, Sir," I murmur as his fingers drift around my sides and across to my belly, before moving up my torso to cup my breasts, stroking their undersides with his thumbs. I lean back against his shoulder, the movement separating me from Remus. I feel the loss as his body slides from mine, but I also catch Remus giving Severus a smile and a nod as he steps away from me – did he just concede to Snape? Hmm...interesting...that will bear thinking about later - when Severus isn't rolling my nipples between his expert fingers and sending new gushes of warmth to my core. Merlin, this man knows just what to do...

"Make yourself useful, Lupin," Snape growls, his command sending tremors through my body. "Can you not see that I have better uses for my hands?"

Remus appears somewhat amused before me, a small smile twitching at the corners of his mouth as he gives Snape a compliant nod and steps forward, kneeling down in the water so that his face is level with my chest. His fingers reach out to join Snape's on my breasts. Their touches are so different, yet both so pleasing. Severus' hand is firm, yet completely pleasurable, whilst Remus is far more gentle, feather-light in comparison, but sets my skin alight in quite a different way. The lightness of his touch draws in all my attention just to be able to feel his fingers, my entire being consumed by his movements. My eyes fall shut, only to fly open again as Remus mouth closes around one nipple, sucking gently as his tongue flicks over the sensitive nub, his fingers still caressing lightly over the top of my chest, juxtaposed by Severus' firm touch on the underside of my breasts. Merlin!

Snape's fingers depart my breasts, leaving Remus to the task, which he performs admirably. Snape's hands splay across my skin, his palms brushing down my belly and across the sensitive skin of my abdomen, making me shiver as they draw nearer and nearer to where I need him most. One hand slides down from each of my hips, coming closer and closer together to meet at my crux, finally gently pulling my folds apart and exposing my heated center and clit to the warmth of the swirling water. A tiny moan escapes from me and I lose the ability to hold myself upright, saved only by Severus pulling me tightly against him, and in the process tugging the skin surrounding my clit delightfully taut. His arousal presses into my lower back, reminding me of his impressive length as his smooth, soft skin teases mine.

"Am I to believe that this is to your satisfaction, Miss Granger?" Snape's voice resonates in my ears.

"Yes," I hiss, sighing happily.

"Yes what?" Snape chides, one finger circling my clit but never quite touching it.

"Yes, Sir!"

His finger flicks over my clit, sending a jolt throughout my body. "Good girl," he says with an amused tone, repeating the move again and again until my head rolls back against his muscular shoulder as my entire body begins to give way to his ministrations as I inhale his musky scent. Impulsively I kiss the skin under his jaw, delighting in the slightly rough feel of his skin. A tiny growl comes from Snape's throat and I take the opportunity dart my tongue out and run it over his skin.

"Do not test my patience, Miss Granger," Snape mutters, but somehow I don't think he means patience, not the way he's thrusting against my bare backside.

Remus, bless his timing, runs his silky soft tongue around my other nipple, before drawing it forcibly into his mouth and bestowing it with a well timed nip.

"Fuck!" I yelp as I feel my orgasm build, so very close to the brink, just one more...

Snape's fingers have come to a halt. Bastard!

"Fuck what, Miss Granger?" he teases.

What? Bastard! "Fuck, Sir," I whimper, grinding my pelvis into his hand to try and take myself over the brink before the sensations fade.

The heel of Snape's palm touches my taut clitoris, his firm, quick rhythm more than making up for his earlier desertion. "My name, Hermione," he growls softly in my ear. "I want to hear my name on your lips as I take you into ecstasy."

Tingles start in my toes, spread up my already weak calves, shimmer through my thighs before hitting me full force.

"Severus!" I whimper; his name called subconsciously, despite his request. My body writhes against his and I feel a few very slight, uncontrolled thrusts of his pelvis in response to my desire.

I am still shuddering on the slide back into the reality side of my orgasm when Severus' sets out his next set of commands.

"Black, relieve Lupin."

Sirius moves to take Lupin's arousal into his hand, but Snape snaps at him once more. "Not relieve him, you fool! Take over his duty with Miss Granger! Honestly, can the two of you think of nothing short of pleasuring yourselves?"

Remus looks up at me, a slight pout on his face as he backs away, only to be quickly replaced by Sirius, his ever-eager grin present and accounted for. Enthusiastically his hands encircle my breasts, pushing them up and together, then he runs his tongue over my nipples where they are exposed between his fingers.

"Cease the pathetic moping, Lupin," Snape demands, sounding vaguely bored. "I have far from finished with your services."

Lupin quirks an eyebrow at me, his face barely in focus through my ecstasy clouded mind.

I think I smile at him, I have no idea – Snape's fingers are still moving over my clit, more softly now, but still utterly distracting, my muscles spasming beneath him in the aftermath of my ecstasy.

"Do you want him, Miss Granger? Do you want that deplorable wolf back inside of you?" Snape questions, but despite his words, he does not appear to be revolted by this idea. I whimper – gods, the look on Remus' face is one of utter desire.

"I did not hear that, Miss Granger!"

"Yes...Sir," I manage to gasp out, giving Remus a pleading look. He growls and steps forward with no further prompting. Sirius' moves out of his way, deserting his post whilst he hoists himself up onto the rock next to us, where the three men's wands reside – I do believe the same one that Lavender and Ron were...doing...um..yeah, not thinking about that right now! Remus' hands fall to my hips beneath the water, and he lifts me slightly, positioning himself at my entrance whilst Snape's fingers tug at my opening, exposing me to the other man.

"Hermione?" Remus asks, practically begs for permission.

I whimper in reply, my fingernails digging into his shoulders to prompt him on.

Remus presses forward, his arousal meeting with the needy skin of my folds, the firmness of him slightly overwhelming after Snape's light touches and the gentle swirl of the water, but most desirable, as is his heat.

"Please!" I beg him, trying to thrust my hips forward, but Severus' has me too tightly within his grip.

Remus growls, pressing forward agonisingly slowly. Bastard – he's starting to play Snape's games on me as well! Wait..wait...oh, bloody Merlin! With Snape's fingers pulling at my opening, Remus feels quite a lot larger than he did before! Remus' heat and size overwhelm me as he inches his way in until he is finally buried inside me. Giving me an almost Sirius like grin, he grinds his hips against mine once, sliding his arousal over my cervix, making me whimper appreciatively, my inner muscles clamping down on him.

"So bloody tight," Remus growls, his eyes falling closed.

"I would have thought you'd show a little more restraint that your slap-happy friend, Lupin," Snape hisses. "However, apparently not. I apologise, Miss Granger, for the lack of control these two imbeciles have, especially since it results in me having to speed up what should have been a delightfully long exercise."

Apologise? What was that? Bloody hell, I really don't care as Snape's hips pull slightly back from my own and I can feel his arousal tracing down my back, tracing the crevice of my backside before coming to rest at my rear entrance. Merlin, to feel two men inside me again... As much as I have enjoyed every interlude with each of these men, there is nothing compared to being completely filled.

Remus begins a languid pace – slowly pulling from me, then sliding back again with just a little more force. Each return journey presses me slightly against Snape, his arousal at first just teasing at my tight muscles, then beginning to slip inside of me, each thrust pushing his silky head just a little further until I swear I cannot stretch to accommodate him anymore. I am a quivering mess, torn between being completely aroused and paranoid about being hurt. Just as I begin to think it is time to put a stop to his movement, the ridge at the head of his arousal slips past my protesting muscles and I let out a whimper of ecstasy.

Severus' movements are slower than Remus', their disjointed actions leaving me totally aware of every stroke each one takes. I open my eyes to find Sirius staring straight as me as I relish in the feelings within me. Sirius' has a perfect smirk upon his face, and I can't help but notice, from the way he is crouched on the rock in front of me precisely how arousing he is finding this entire escapade. With a quivering hand, I reach out and stroke the length of him and am rewarded with a contented sigh.

"Go on, Hermione," I hear Remus say. I glance around at him and he nods towards where my hand is slowly drawing along the length of Sirius' arousal. For a moment I'm a little lost as to what the man means, then trying my best to ignore Severus and Remus' almost perfect distraction, I tug slightly on Sirius. He eagerly takes the hint, scooting just a little closer to me and raising up on his knees. Tentatively, I flick my tongue out to taste him, licking one salty drop from his tip. With a little more confidence, I draw him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over his head, all the while watching Sirius' like a hawk to make sure he is enjoying this – one can only assume from his half-lidded eyes and the gentle moans that he's endured worse!

Up until this moment, I hadn't noticed that Severus and Remus had both slowed their movements, but as Snape suddenly starts rolling my clit tightly beneath his fingers, I only have time for the brief thought that they were quite enjoying watching me with Sirius before my mind is utterly and deliciously blank to anything that requires more thought than a moan.

"Merlin, Severus, I can feel you inside of her," Remus grunts between thrusts, his eyes wild.

"If you wish to stay that way, Lupin, then I suggest you restrain yourself from pointing out the obvious!" Snape hisses, but I can hear the restraint in the Potions Master's own voice. Could it be that Lupin is also arousing Snape? Bloody hell, my mind wanders to where they move within me and I can feel every stroke they make, both of them sliding along either side of the thin wall that separates them. Complete and utter bliss.

As my orgasm builds, I can no longer concentrate on Sirius', and still with just enough mental capability to realise that despite his outward 'wouldn't hurt a fly' demeanour, I can't imagine that Sirius' would be completely forgiving if I get too distracted – actually, I believe rabid mutt would be the correct term. Remus takes this moment to slide his hand over my breasts and pinch each nipple tightly between his fingers. Thankfully, despite how delightfully distracting his fingers are, Sirius' arousal slips from my lips with an audible pop as I let out a low moan. I open my eyes to find Remus bending slightly to take up my position with Sirius. Intrigued, I watch on as his lips encircle Sirius' girth, then in awe as Sirius slides down his throat with not even the slightest of flinching from Remus. I really must get that man to teach me how to do that! Just not now...now I am far to close...

Snape's nose brushes against my neck, and his lips plant soft kisses behind my ear before muttering, "Mine, Hermione. Do not forget it."

His voice is too much on top of all this. As my insides begin to quiver, both Remus and Severus' pace quickens, Snape's hot breath playing on my damp skin. I hear Sirius' low moan, and forcing my eyes open I watch as he thrusts furiously between Lupin's lips before letting out a sated sigh while I see Lupin visible swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing ever so slightly.

That's it – I'm off in a world of stars and tingles where all I can feel is my body clamping down upon two very willing, very eager men. My muscles tighten around them, pushing me to the limit of comfortable, drawing just enough pain to be pleasurable.

"So bloody tight," Remus groans, and his thrust suddenly become erratic, his hold on my breasts tighter as his own orgasm takes over, a howl escaping him.

"Hermione," Snape sighs into my ear. "Mine." He grunts a little, takes two deep thrusts and spills himself within me. Ever the understated Slytherin, honestly!

"Bloody hell," I hear Ron say softly. "Harry?" There's a bit of a pause, then again Ron tries to get a response from our friend. "Harry?"

I turn just in time to hear Ron yell, "No!"

And find Harry pulling his wand from his pocket. "Avada..."

Fuck – where is my wand when I need it? Snape pulls me down under the water and I hear Remus and Sirius splash into its depths as well, the water around us flashing green. I resurface, putting myself in front of the three men.

"Harry, stop!" I yell at him. "Honestly!"

"Stop? What they hell was Snape doing to you? That great greasy git deserves everything I can give him!" Harry screams.

"Snape?" Ron says a little oddly. "I though you were having a spasm over the three of them...err..."

"What? I couldn't care less what Remus and Sirius do or with who...except that git!" Harry informs us, trying to get an aim at Snape.

I sigh. So this is what happens when Harry finds out. "Oh, for Merlin's sake, will someone please Obliviate him?"

Four voices echo around the hills as, in unison, they bellow, "Obliviate!"

AN: Right, that's it folks! Mission III is over! No need to fret though, there will be a Mission IV *Ferv sees herself writing MISSION 387 whilst reclining in her rocking chair at the ripe old age of 97*, however, I'm going to take a break before starting that to finish up some of the other fics I already have under way and to come up with some new ideas for the four of them!

Bloody hell, I've actually completed something... *squee* :)