Misson: Success, But Not Complete!

Snape is giving me an amused smirk as I stumble back to my seat - damn that man!

Cripes, really lost control there. Time to gain some of that back again. Pick up my cards and can't help but smile. Winning hand right there.

"Discard, Hermione," Lupin directs me.

"I'm right, thanks."

The three of them glance at each other, then Sirius shrugs and chucks a couple of his cards to the table. Eventually all three of them lay their hands out on the table. Ha! Got 'em!

"Well then, Miss Granger, what's it to be?" Snape asks in an all too knowing voice. Puh! Not winning that easily! You had your chance...Right, the options...

About time I finally got a shag. However, Lupin is sitting there looking quite tense. Let me rephrase that, Lupin looks like if you hit him right now he'd shatter like once of those giant chess pieces from the chambers before the Philosopher's stone. Not going to get any action with him like that! Pity - going to have to waste a round...well, not waste, but, you know...

"Remus," I say, being sure to take in Snape's glare, and give him a cheeky smile in return. I pick up the bottle of firewhiskey from the table and fill Lupin's glass - not that it really needed it, the man hasn't touched a drop since I got here. "There you go. Down that."

"What?" Sirius is giving me a really confused look.

I give him a sly smile and pat his knee. "Just a little longer." Not too much longer, I hope!

Lupin looks a little relieved with my challenge, and quickly empties the tumbler, placing it back to the table triumphantly. Right, give him a few minutes and we should be back in action...

Snape deals out the next round, and I am utterly determined to win this one too. Had enough of this pussyfooting (fingering?) around - need to get down to business!

Damn, damn, damn! Cards are one big pile of shit. Never mind. I toss the lot to the table and get five new. These aren't much better - a lonely pair of fives and that's it. Oh, well. I'm sure one of the boys will come up with something tasty...

"Well then?" Snape raises one eyebrow at Sirius. Ah, darling Sirius, what have you up your sleeve (or is that in your pants?) for me? (Oh dear, the bad jokes abound - must be drunk!)

Sirius looks around the table, his eyes finally settling on Lupin. Lupin now has that toothy grin that comes with too much alcohol. Ah, feeling a little more compliant now, Wolfie?

"I believe it is your turn, Moony," Sirius says with a chuckle. "Do it."

"Do what?"

Sirius rolls his eyes at his friend. I, however, am literally squirming in my seat in anticipation.

"What do think, fool?" Snape growls. "Take her. Fuck her. Blow her naïve little mind! Whatever you bloody want to call it!"

Ohhhhhhhhhh, yes!

MISSION: Target approaching...

Lupin looks at me. Dear lord! His eyes are full of desire. He looks like he could eat me alive. Perhaps a whole glass was a little too much... NEVER!

"You undress her then." Lupin's voice comes out quite delightfully husky.

"My pleasure," Sirius replies. Oh, oh, OH! He gets to his feet and offers me his hand. I allow him to pull me gently to standing (Allow? I'd be down on my knees begging for it if it weren't already happening!). Sirius turns me so I am facing Lupin. Sirius' hands run up my bare sides from my hips to just under my arms where they divert and come around to cup my clothed breasts. He kneads gently at them and I am jelly in his arms. The tingles from earlier are refreshed and I bite at my bottom lip in anticipation.

Sirius' hands release me, his fingers trace the underside of my breasts, just below my bra working their way to my back where it is clasped together. He tugs gently on the closure, pulling it apart so that the flimsy material now hangs loosely from my shoulders, the lace rising up to expose an inch or so of my flesh. It grazes over my nipples as it moves causing me to gasp. Large hands move back around me, slipping under the fabric to grasp at my bare skin. Oh, shit. That feels utterly amazing! Sirius' fingers tug at my nipples, pulling the tight buds even tauter, then rolling them languidly.

"Oh!" I squeak, and Sirius steps up even closer behind me so I can lean back on his body for support. Just as well, would be on the floor now otherwise. Not that I would've cared... My bare back touches his chest again and the warmth of his smooth skin feels divine against mine.

"Look what you're doing to her," Sirius growls at Lupin. Don't really think he needed the prompting - Lupin hasn't even blinked since Sirius started. Not that I'm complaining - just love Sirius parading me for his friend. I'm sure I should feel exposed, or maybe ashamed, but honestly I am just completely wanton. Oh, wow...

I give my shoulders a little wiggle to allow my bra to slide down my arms, over my hands and flutter to the floor. Sirius cups my breasts, pushing them up for Lupin to admire. Seem quite to the man's liking. Still without averting his eyes he begins to undo his trousers. Shit, going to pass out soon, swear. Fleeting thought that maybe this isn't the best way to have my first experience - all future encounters are bound to be judged in comparison and frankly, I can't imagine anything even coming close. Fuck it.

I hear a chair scrape along the wooden floor. A quick glance to Lupin's left tells me that Snape has moved his seat to a better observation point. Interesting look on his face, I might add. Sort of like a starving dog having a bone waggled under his wonderful nose.

"Mione? You watching him?" Sirius whispers in my ear, and my eyes move back to Lupin. Oh my! His pants are now pooled on the floor and he stands before me in only his boxers. Quite an interesting tent in the front too. Oh wow. Can see just a hint of flesh protruding from the opening and now can't take my eyes from it.

MISSION: In sight...

"Mmhm," I mutter. External vocab seems to have taken a holiday. Don't care. Plenty of decent sounds I can make, and will probably discover a few I didn't even know I had.

"Still too many clothes, Mione." Sirius hands slide down my sides, leaving my chest completely exposed to the other two. Remus licks his lips at the sight. I literally shiver this time, and am rewarded by a deep rumble of a suppressed chuckle from Sirius' chest. Sirius slides down my back as his arms reach their full extension, still short of the hem of my skirt. Slowly his fingers make their way up underneath, creeping up my inner thighs to retrieve my panties, which are still sitting just under my backside from earlier encounter with Professor Snape. Sirius takes a few strokes at me through the material before pulling the offending garment down to my ankles. He holds me tightly around the waist with one arm as I step out of them. I can feel cool air licking at my now moist, bare skin intensifying my need still further.

Sirius retrieves my discarded panties from the floor and brings them back up with him as he slips back up my body. Out the corner of my eye I catch him bring them up to his face and then hear him inhale deeply.

Snape makes an odd choking sort of sound.

"Now, now, Severus, you will wait your turn. In the mean time..." I see my panties fly across the table towards Professor Snape and can't help but watch as he repeats Sirius' actions. His eyes slip close as he draws in my scent and an uncharacteristic moan slides from his lips. Can't even begin to describe the sound that extracted from me.

"You like that, Mione? You like watching Severus..."

"Professor Snape!"

"Professor Snape," Sirius corrects himself, "breathing in your scent?"

I nod my head as some thing inaudible squeaks from my lips.

"Good. Good. Now, Remus, you want her skirt taken off?" Sirius questions, his fingers sliding over my backside to reach for the zip.

"Depends. Do you want me to take my tie off?" Lupin asks me, an odd twinkle in his eyes.

I manage to shake my head ever so slightly.

"Well, then, Padfoot, I believe the skirt remains."

Gods, there is something so seductive about the idea of being utterly screwed while still half dressed. Will have to think about that further at a much more appropriate time.

Lupin has taken two steps towards me and is now standing just inches from my scantily clad body. One of his hands raises to stoke my cheek, before tipping my head back slightly. He bends down and softly kisses my lips. Slowly he parts my lips, his tongue gently yet purposefully begins to stroke my own, his earlier hesitation long forgotten. Shit, if what is to come is even a fraction of this I am going to completely lose my mind. Be sent to St Mungo's to join Lockhart... There are worse ways to go.

Sirius has returned to his position at my breasts, the movement of his fingers matching that of Lupin's tongue in my mouth. I am utter putty beneath their touches.

"Clear the table, Severus," Sirius demands. I hear a tiny crack in the background, and next thing I know Remus has picked me up from the floor, and is placing me down on the cool wooden surface. The change in temperature from Sirius' body to this is quite strange, yet not unwanted.

"Last chance, Hermione," Remus growls at me as he reaches down to remove his shorts. "Back out now!"

"Never."

Wow, lucky - apparently do still have one word floating around in my throat, and appears to be the right one. My hips are resting on the very edge of the table giving Lupin perfect access to his and my goal. Lupin's fingers rest lightly on my thighs, gently pushing them apart as he moves into position. I struggle to hold my head up to watch what he is doing. The look on his face is one of utter lust and desire. Probably not too far from my own, I might add. Lupin moves forward just a little and I feel him hot and hard pressing ever so slightly at my opening. Holy shit. I can't hold my head up any longer and allow it to fall back over the edge of the table to be greeted with Snape's face, which is wrought with dark desire. Snape takes the liberty of catching my mouth with his own. His kiss is far from Lupin's almost loving one - this is so bloody intense, so needy. Would feel sorry for the poor bugger if Lupin didn't start pushing forward. I feel just the tiniest of stings as he makes his way in, and then just delicious heat and friction as he slides home. Should have done this so long ago... No time for regrets now though...

MISSION: Fuck the Mission! Just enjoy!

Lupin begins slow, carefully restrained strokes, each and every one sending new thrills through my body. Between this and Snape's kiss I feel like I'm drowning in the most delightful way.

Ohhh! Someone's lips have just latched onto one of my nipples, tugging gently at my nerves while running their tongue over the tip. I struggle to lift one hand and finally place it on the back of that talented head. Long, shaggy hair greets my fingertips. Goodness, Sirius, that is quite a tongue you have... I show him my appreciation by running my fingers through his hair and pushing his head closer to me, only to have him increase the pressure. Fuck! That's it - have totally lost control. My head rolls to one side, yet Snape doesn't seem to mind me breaking our kiss. His lips soon latch on to my neck in a way completely worthy of the vampire rumours.

There are hands everywhere - on my thighs, on my lower belly working their way to where I am joined with Lupin, on my face... This is complete sensory overload. Lupin's movements are increasing, ever so occasionally he hits my cervix causing me to jump in both surprise and desire. Am vaguely aware that a constant stream of gasps and pleasurable moans are escaping from my throat, but I have long since lost any control over those.

"Tell us Lupin," Snape growls against my collarbone. "How does she feel?"

"So hot," Lupin gasps as I feel fingers dig into my thighs. "So tight. Merlin, Hermione, this is heaven!"

Don't need to tell me that, Remus. I am quite aware...

Cripes! One finger has just reached my clitoris, dancing over the tight bud of nerves. I can feel it coming now. My toes are beginning to tingle, a wave of warmth spreading up my legs to envelope my entire body.

"Mione! I can't take it!" Lupin's voice cries out in the distance. I feel my muscles clamp down around him, drawing him in deeper and deeper. My body is writhing of it's own accord on the table, one hand holding down my hips to try and keep me from sliding from it's surface to the floor. Just as I peak I feel Snape take a nip at my neck, just painful enough to be pleasurable, while Sirius has upped his own tempo on my breast. The finger down at my clit is still stroking at me, though the stokes are slower and longer, reaching right down to where Lupin is buried inside me, then back though my slick folds to that tight ball of nerves that are pulsing over and over.

Lupin's strokes have become less controlled. He is now utterly pounding into me as my orgasm continues. He jerks into me just once more before I feel a gush of warmth inside me and hear a guttural growl that echoes throughout the room.

I swear I do black out for a moments, red stars explode inside my eyelids and every nerve in my body is ablaze.

Slowly I open my eyes as their movements cease. I look up to see Lupin bend over me, his arms shaking as he grasps tightly to the edge of the table for support. He places one soft kiss upon my lips.

"I assume that was to your liking?" Lupin breathes in my ear.

Who the hell is he kidding? To my liking?

Would love to say something utterly sarcastic in return, but my vocals are still recovering. I simply nod my head ever so slightly and pull him back down for another more suiting kiss.

AN: Ah, finally there! But it's not over yet! Next chapter in a day or two...