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[FIC] Unexpected: Hermione/Harry, Hermione/Sirius
Originally posted here on 2 August 2007

Title: Unexpected
Requestor: sweet_lemmon
Author/Artist:
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hermione/Harry, Hermione/Sirius. Implied Hermione/Sirius/Harry
Summary: Hermione is taking a much needed vacation in the Vratsa Mountains and gets some surprise guests.
Warnings (if any): None
Authors Notes: I would gladly write a sequel to this fic if anyone wanted one :-)


“We couldn’t” Fred said with a mischievous grin.

“We shouldn’t.” George responded grinning widely at his brother, the letter from Viktor Krum to Hermione sitting between them.

“It would be so very wrong --”

“--and she will be so very angry.”

The twins grinned and together called out to Harry and Sirius.

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If there was a better way to celebrate her graduation from Hogwarts - School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hermione didn’t want to know about it. For the hundredth time she sent a silent thank you to her good friend Viktor for allowing her to spend her holiday in his family’s private winter hideaway in the Vratsa Mountains.

She smiled ecstatically as she looked out the window at the snow covered mountain and trees. It was like a winter wonderland out there and yet so perfectly warm in the cottage. She closed her eyes and sighed happily, it was so quiet here, so relaxing being all alone at last.

For a year now she’d been dealing with her new and disturbing feeling for her best friend Harry and her dark and all too forbidden attraction to his dark haired, blue eyed godfather. “Oh stop it!” She scolded herself. ““They are both attractive men who you care about. It’s not surprising that you would be sexually attracted to them.” She said matter-of-factly. “People are attracted to other people in their lives all the time. It’s perfectly natural. I just - need a little space to help calm myself.” She giggled and shook her head. “Finding a man of my own wouldn’t hurt either.”

With another sigh, she made the decision to go and explore the town nearby. There had to be a few young, eligible men around here right? A little fun, a little fling, and she’d be back to herself in no-time.

A bout of loud, frantic knocking pulled Hermione from her musings. “Alright, I hear you!” she yelled as she ran to the door and flung it open and what met here eyes was definitely not what she was expecting.

The muggleborn had flung open the door with full intention of providing aid to whom ever was injured or help with what ever emergency had brought on the anxious banging, but instead she was greeted by two smug Weasley’s, one Potter, and a Black.

“Granger!” The yell went up and she was embraced by Fred and George who then planted themselves well inside the boundaries of the cottage, both grinning widely. “We knew you’d be lonely up here all by yourself so we came to save you -- WHOA…” Both faulted as they took in her scanty attire.

She was wearing a white, classical front-tying, halter top bikini with a pair of cherry, drawstring full length mesh pants that hung low on her shapely hips and accentuated the inward curve of her waist. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at the twins while they ogled her, mouths gaping and eyes wide. After another moment of this, Hermione rolled her eyes and pointed to the hallway. “The third bedroom to the right is your’s if you want it.”

This broke the two out of their spellbound state. They kissed her cheeks, Fred left and George right before grabbing their overnight bags and racing to the designated room, leaving Hermione chuckling as she turned to the other two still standing and looking guilty in the doorway. “Well?” she said tersely waving her hand inwards.

“I’m sorry, Hermione.” Harry said earnestly as he stepped in carrying a simple duffle bag. “I swear the twins said that you had okayed it.””

She laughed and shook her head. “Oh stop it Harry.” she exclaimed and hugged him, biting her lip to hold in the sigh when he embraced her in return and she could feel the muscles in his biceps ripple as he held her tightly. She pulled back and smiled warmly into his emerald green eyes. “You know that where ever I am, you are always welcome.”

He grinned, a little shyly, and she felt her cheeks flush at the way he was looking at her. “Thanks, Hermione. You look really pretty by the way.”

Hermione nodded and blushed again. “Go take the room next to Fred and George.””

With a final squeeze of her hand Harry headed off to find his room and Hermione turned to the dashing and almost guilty looking Sirius. His black hair hung in waves just past his shoulders and he wore a loose, white, button-up shirt, mostly unbuttoned, and a pair of tight black jeans. Hermione felt a new wave of desire wash over her at the sight of this man, who was so much older and yet still seemed to be in his prime.

“Well Mr Black, at least there’ll be one adult here.” She quipped and arched a single brow at him.

“Of course.” he said, all innocence. “That was why I agreed to come. I…” But he stopped at her raised hand.

“Actually I was talking about me, Mr Black.”

“Hey!” Sirius cried, scandalized, but Hermione laughed and took his hand, leading him down the hallway.

“Come on Sirius, I’ll show you to your room.”

She led him up a flight of steps and threw open a door to a large spacious room. “I thought you’d be more comfortable up here. You’ve got your own bathroom and toilet--” She leaned closer and spoke in hushed tones. “Don’t you feel special?”

Sirius chuckled and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead affectionately. “This is amazing, Mione.” He looked at her seriously for a moment. “But you know if you really want to be alone, I can drag those three right back down the mountain again.”

She smiled and shook her head. “I’m sure that I would have grown weary of being all alone here in this winter wonderland eventually anyway.”

“Well, I’d better um…” he seemed lost for words and she could feel the heat of his gaze as it drifted over her bare midriff and trembled. How many times had she envisioned him looking at her that way?

“Yeah…um if you need me my room in the first on the right, at the bottom of the stairs.” her eyes went wide as she realized what she’s just said. “I - I mean, if you need to find something, or have an emergency, or…”

“Mione.” His voice was smooth, but his eyes darkened to a stormy blue. “I understand.” he smirked at the way her cheeks flushed. ““Not that I’d object if you had meant anything else.” He quipped with a wink and shut his door quickly, leaving Hermione gaping.

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The small kitchen was filled with laughter and cheerful chatter as the five sat around the simple rectangular table. They had pretty much emptied the fridge of all the food and snacks and were now drinking their way through the wine cellar.

Sirius and the twins seemed to be playing some kind of drinking game involving muggle playing cards and firewhisky shots, while Harry and Hermione sat at the other end talking quietly and sitting close over a bottle of elderberry wine. More then once she had felt Sirius’ eyes on her, the heat of his gaze drifting slowly over her face and the long stretch of throat that was revealed now that she had pulled her long curly hair into a sleek knot.

She has donned a loose, stormy blue, peasant style blouse that dropped off one shoulder and enjoyed the way Harry accidentally brushed his fingers over the bared flesh whenever possible.

“So where is Ginny?” Hermione asked after a rather drawn out pause.

“Um, we broke up.” Harry mumbled, his eyes down turned. “It just didn’t feel right, you know?”

“I’m so sorry Harry, I guess you needed an escape to huh?” At his nod, Hermione continued. “Maybe you’re just not ready for a full fledged relationship yet?”

Harry groaned and shook his head, “I suppose…If you’re going to do the fear of commitment rant, relax Tonks has already berated me about it.”” he didn’t meet her eyes as he spoke and Hermione had to take his hand in order to get him to look at her.

“Harry.” She murmured with a smile that said that she was thinking no such thing. “You’re 18 and you’ve been tied down to the fight against evil pretty much all your life.” She leaned closer and cupped his cheek with a warm smile. “I think you have the right to not be ready yet. Get out, see the world a little, sew your wild oats, as they say. Once you know who are, or a least a little more then you do now, you‘ll be ready for the rest.”

His grin was priceless and so full of love and gratitude that Hermione’s eyes pricked. “Thank you.” His words were barely audible.

Sirius, who had been watching the two with a knowing smirk, smacked his hand on the table making the other four jump. “Enough of that you two, here--” he sent his bottle of firewhisky sliding across the table. “--take a swig and tell us what ya gonna do now that you’re free and easy, Harry.”

Both Harry and Hermione laughed, Hermione feeling the blush steal up her cheeks when Sirius winked playfully at her. They drank some more and laughed at the twins latest joke idea as they mimed it for them while standing on the table, which was now rocking considerably.

Harry shifted closer while they talked and laughed and at some point the wound his arm around her shoulders and grinned at her, his eyes sparkling when she snuggled against him. It was a combination of the alcohol of her long term on going crush on the man with his arm around her, that made her act, and for the first time, the muggleborn was happy that her mind was slightly numb.

“So, what if I didn’t really want to settle down right now either?”” she murmured quietly into his ear, well aware of Sirius’ eyes on her while he spoke animatedly to the twins. “What if I want to just play the field for a while, you know?”

Harry smiled and nipped at his lip, “It would be nice, to - play the field with someone I trusted, and loved, cared about.” he responded, catching on to her direction quickly and enjoying the play. “Rather then some stranger.””

“And so much safer to, I mean one could end up in some highly dangerous situations if they were to play with a stranger, but with someone they knew…””

Hermione’’s heart skipped at the way Harry was looking at her, a combination of affection and desire and she was feeling too. She’s wanted this for so long, even though she knew that he wouldn’t be hers, not really. He wanted to be free and deep inside she knew that he really did love Ginny and would one day return to her side. But for now, for this short period he would be hers and Hermione knew that they would always be friends.

She leaned closer to whisper, “What if I were to go to bed then you followed a few minutes later?” she smiled and blushed at the way his arm tightened and his rasping indrawn breath.

“What if I told you that I hadn’t, you know, been with a girl before?”” He whispered back, his voice trembling.

Hermione shivered, “What if I told you that I had? I mean, with a guy, though.”” she said and giggled softly.

“What if I did it wrong?” He returned.

“What if I showed you how to do it right?” She finished, aghast at her forwardness, but now that they were so close she just couldn’t let this chance to be with him go by. The sound of Harry panting in her ear made her giggle and in the next breath she stood.

“Well gentlemen I’m off to bed.” She said with a smile, noting the look of disappointment on Sirius’ face. After a squeeze to Harry’’s arm and kissing the tops of the twins and Sirius’ heads she headed towards the hallway, making sure to sway her hips seductively as she walked just to make sure Harry didn’t lose his nerve.

Once out of sight Hermione ran down the hall to her room, threw open her door and ran straight to her adjoining bathroom. She let down her hair and ran a brush through as best she could then brushed her teeth, spitting three times into the sink. After critically assessing her reflection, the muggleborn decided that she passed inspection, barely and walked briskly, breathing hard, to her bed and sat down.

“For Merlin’s sake girl.” she scolded, “It’s not like this will be your first time or anything.” Briefly she remembered that unforgettable night and following month spent sneaking around, hiding in closets, empty classrooms, and abandoned hallways with none other then Draco Malfoy, the last man she ever thought she would swap two words with let alone… “Stop that.”

She positioned herself on the bed and posed with her back straight and her chin up, showing her long column of throat, then quickly swept a Locke of hair ever her shoulder. And she waited, and waited, five minutes passed and Hermione started to worry. Maybe he wasn’t coming. Maybe he’d changed his mind, maybe he didn’t want her, maybe…

But at that moment the sound of loud laughter sounded and she heard Harry saying his goodnights. Then watched the door, sure she was burning holes through it as she listened intently for his footsteps. And there they were, slow, pausing, then coming to a stop just outside her door. The doorknob turned then the door was shifting inwards. Every creak and squeak of the hinges seeming louder to her ears, and the tall, handsome form of Harry stepped into her room.

He shut the door behind him and stood dead still, his emerald green eyes roving over her scantily dressed body, long smooth thighs, and her long curly hair cascading freely over her shoulders. “Hermione - you look…” he managed to rasp out but paused to give her a lopsided grin, that she was sure he inherited from his marauder father. “Gods you’re beautiful.”

“Come here Harry.” Hermione purred, and wriggled her finger smiling and getting to her knees as he approached, nibbling her lower lip when he kneeled on the bed and slowly shifted towards her.

Her hands gently explored his chest, felling his muscles ripple under her ministrations. Their eyes met, emerald burning into brown, and Harry barely restrained a moan when her warm fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it down his elbows. ““Are you sure, Harry?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes flashing with insecurity as she looked up at him.

“Never been more.” Harry replied, his voice shaking with excitement as Hermione untied the front of her bikini and threw it aside then drew his hands to cover her bare breasts, and showed him how to palm her nipple and squeeze just enough to make her tremble. “Oh god.” he hissed and dipped his head to kiss her.

Their first kiss was mind blowing, fairytale worthy. She saw stars and felt her body catch fire and her heart skip a beat when his lips touched hers. A gasp made her lips part and she moaned when he slipped in his tongue to taste her, groaning and shuddering himself when her hands moved to his pants.

“Oh Merlin.” Harry gasped again against her mouth as she slipped his pants down over his hips. “I can’t believe I’m about to……to…”

Hermione giggled as she threw her panties behind her and pulled his head down to lick around the shell of his ear. “About to fuck me?”

Harry gave a strangled moan and pushed her down, ignoring her muffled squeak. His control snapped and his lust raging. Hermione gripped his shoulders and kissed him back, as forcefully as he did her, loving his new roughness, and thrilling at the fact that she had snapped his control.

“Ooh Harry!” Hermione cried out as Harry’s mouth kissed and nipped roughly around her jaw line, and his fingers dug bruisingly into her thighs, parting them urgently.

“Please…Oh god please let me…let me…” Harry was begging as he positioned himself at her opening. “Ooh, Hermione……is this it? Is this where…Ahhh” his pleading words were cut short as the bare tip of his thick, rock hard cock slipped inside her hot, tight sheath.

“Harry, yes.” Hermione mewed and arched beneath him, gripping his flexing arse, but before she could say more, Harry thrust deep with a loud cracked moan.

His hands gripped her hips, and his mouth panted roughly against her shoulder, head dropping to the pillow while he thrust quickly. Moaning, shuddering, and chanting, ““So hot…so tight…ooh feel so good…” and all to soon Hermione felt his arse clenching and heard his loud, breathless yell as he stiffened within her and came hard.

Hermione couldn’t help but smile into his hair at the way he was gasping by her ear. It had been over almost before it started, but Hermione didn’t mind, it was after all his first time, and there was something so sexy and ego building about having him losing control above her, and if the way her ears were ringing from his cry of orgasmic pleasure, Harry had enjoyed her body very much.

Harry rolled on to his side and buried his face in her hair. A muffled, “Sorry.”” her only indication that he was still awake. Hermione pushed him on to his back and kissed him, warmly, passionately.

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her back. “That was…” he managed to say, breathlessly. “That was - amazing.”

Hermione giggled and nuzzled her nose against his throat. “I know.”

“Did you…um…did you…you know?” Harry stuttered, caressing his hand down her arm, and kissing her face.

“No.” she whispered and smiled into his eyes. “But don’t worry.” she quickly added when he looked away, and pulled his face back so he was looking at her. “It just takes me a little longer, that’’s all.” as she finished speaking she noticed his eyes fluttering closed and smiled indulgently before snuggling next to him and letting sleep take her, pushing away the frustrated ache in her lower body.

~*~*~

Soft snoring in her ear, woke Hermione up the next morning. Looking down at Harry revealed that he was in a deep sleep. She smiled and stroked her fingers through his thick, shaggy black hair, then climbed out of her bed, grabbed her robe and slipped out of the room and down the hall.

As she quietly opened the back sliding door and crept out, she didn’t hear the stair creak behind her or see the taller man following her out with his stormy blue eyes. Hermione gasped as she always did when she saw the hot spring at the end of the winding path through the snow covered garden. The steam was rising from the hot scented water, making it look mysterious and very luxurious. Of all the wonders of this holiday house, the hot spring was her favourite.

She let her robe drop to the frozen ground, shivering when the chill touched her naked body, totally oblivious to the low whine that came from the large black dog hiding in the shrubbery behind her. She dipped her foot in to feel the water and sighed. It was perfect. Slowly Hermione inched herself down into the hot water, the contrast of hot on her cold body making her flesh tingle, but the heat soon took over and she sighed with delight as it eased the slight pain in her muscles from the exertion of the night before.

It was only after about ten minutes of soaking in the delicious heat that Hermione felt a strange shiver up her spine, and knew that she was being watched. At first she thought it was Harry, having woken when she left and followed her down, but a low, deep growl made her eyes go wide and her heart skip. Snuffles.

With a sly smile, she turned and faced the huge black grim that was slowly padding towards her. “Well hello there Padfoot.” she cooed and reached out her hand to stroke his coarse fur. “Is this a hobby of your’s, peeping on skinny dipping ladies?” she said, raising a single brow, her eyes shining with amusement, only to widen when the dog transformed into the man he really was.

He was still on his hands and knees and moved to a more comfortable sitting position sidelong to her, his knees bent. “Only the pretty ones, Mione.” he murmured and traced her long slender neck with his callused fingers, smirking when she shivered and feeling emboldened, he dipped lower to caress the soft swell of her breast. “Care for some company?”

Hermione felt torn. Was it right to indulge in this way, and with the godfather of her best friend? So soon after indulging with said friend? Hermione nibbled her lip, Harry had made it clear, quite a few times last night that he loved her, but didn’’t want to get involved…still….But her thoughts were cut short by Sirius’ thumb under her chin, tipping her face up so he could meet her eyes.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes.” Before she could respond he had slipped into the water beside her and was moaning softly as the soothing water caressed his body. “Oh dear gods.” he groaned, eyes shut tight and a delighted smile touching his full lips; Hermione had to hold in her own sigh as she watched his handsome face glow with pleasure.

If she’’d been crushing on this man before, she was completely enraptured now.

A thrill of desire flowed through her body when the taller wizard opened his stormy eyes, and a raging blush stained her cheeks when she saw the raw passion there. His hand caressed her naked waist gently as though he were afraid that she might run away. “I notice that this part was left off the tour yesterday.” he murmured with a wicked smile, his eyes flashing with amusement.

Confidence growing again, and her body tingling with need from a night of frustration. Harry had been very eager and she had enjoyed showing him and pleasing him very much, but had failed to find the same completion herself. Hermione gave Sirius a cheeky smirk. “Yes well this ‘was’ my little secret. But now that you know I’ll have to kill you, Mr Black.”

“I can think of worse ways to go.” He growled softly and pulled her firmly against him so she could feel his cool body and quickly hardening arousal. Hermione gasped and her hands flew to grip his shoulders, the sheer size of him making her tremble with need and clenching her teeth when she saw his smug grin. “I mean if the sounds you were pulling out of my godson are any indication.””

Hermione’’s mouth flew open and her cheeks flamed. “You know,” Sirius continued, undisturbed by her impersonation of a stunned goldfish and seeming to take on a persona himself much like her own, know-it-all lecturer. “Silencing charms are tricky things you have to cast them both in the horizontal circular and the vertical.”

She whimpered and looked intensely into the bubbling water, willing herself to simply dissolve into it. “I um forgot the vertical.” She looked up quickly to see his amused smile and his nod of assent.

“Don’t worry love.” he purred, grin getting wider. “I enjoyed it. There is nothing more stimulating then listing to another man’’s moans of carnal pleasure.” his last words were whispered into her ear as his hands wound her thighs around his hips.

“Sirius.” she whimpered, tilting her head back and baring her throat as his lips descended on her soft, moist flesh, tongue searing a path to her ear.

“But I couldn’t miss that one little moment that seemed to be missing each time.” he whispered, words caressing her ear as his hand stroked up her thigh to cup her firm arse. “I couldn’t help but think how frustrated you must be…” he chuckled when she shivered against him. ““I thought that maybe a man of more age and experience could help a young lady with said problem.”

“Purely out of the goodness of your heart.” Hermione quipped then mewed softly when he lifted her so the head of his cock dragged over her swollen clit, making them both gasp.

He smirked and dug his teeth into his lower lip. “Well sure, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you have been teasing the living hell out of me for the past year.”

“I never!” Hermione breathed, pouting.

He chuckled again and ran his tongue over her bottom lip, catching her delighted gasp in a brief, passionate kiss. “I know, Mione.” he murmured against her mouth. “It just comes so naturally to you. That easy smile, and quick wit and temper, those obscenely short skirts.”

“Well…well…” she gasped, trying to keep control and failing miserably when his hand started it’s smooth, agonizingly slow path down between their bodies. “At least I don’t wear those ridiculously tight leather pants, like you. It‘s a wonder you can fit anything in them let alone something so…” She gasped and blushed at the direction her babbling was taking, but her mortification was short lived as at that moment his long, skilful fingers found her heated centre.

His fingers circled her swollen clit in a way that made her tremble and her lower body fill with long withheld heat, tensing, tightening. He grinned smugly against her panting mouth, his hot grey eyes burning into hers. “Something so…?”” he breathed. “Something so big?” he licked the tip of his tongue around her jaw to her ear, knowing that she was close. “So long?” he whispered into her ear and nipped at her earlobe, “Thick?” he growled and she was gone.

With a ear piecing scream, Hermione came hard, shuddering and gasping as her body filled with wave after wave of scolding pleasure, made all the more intense after all the close calls the night before. But there was no time to think. Sirius gave an almost pained groan, gripped her hips and thrust his long, hard length inside her, a cracked cry spilling from his lips.

She arched back, relishing Sirius for everything that he was, strong virile man, loyal steadfast fighter for truth, ravenous lustful beast. As her back arched, her full firm breasts raised from the water and Sirius wasted no time capturing an erect peak between his lips and laving it with his sinful tongue, moaning around one nipple then the other as his cock pistoned mercilessly inside her.

He drove his fingers into her hair and took her lips passionately as she met him thrust for thrust, both unaware that they were being observed by a set of part hurt, part wonder filled emerald eyes.

Harry moved closer, anxious to see what was making Hermione moan so beautifully. Her head was thrown back and Harry gasped as his godfather pleasured the witch that he himself had been to selfish to satisfy the night before. He couldn’t decide if he was more turned on by the sight of Sirius thrusting over and over, his mouth wide to take in more panting breaths, or the sight her eyes shut and hair framing her face and shoulders as she whimpered and greedily accepted everything the older wizard had to offer and still begged for more. Harry’s hand wrapped tightly around his rigid erection and pumped in time, his head tilted to the side as Sirius fucked Hermione.

Sirius forced Hermione’s back against the cold stone, snow falling onto her shoulder and melting into the hot pool as he gripped the stone and braced himself to strengthen his powerful thrusts. “Merlin you’re incredible…better then I thought…” he panted into her hair and thrusting faster. “Such a hot, tight cunt, baby…made for my cock…you were made for me, Mione.”

“Oh god, Sirius!” Hermione cried out, hooking her on his strong muscular arms, loving the way they flexed under her hands as he pumped his hips with endless stamina, thrilling her to no end. “I never knew it could be like this…Love your cock…so big…hurts so good.” she moaned and begged him to thrust harder. “I want to suck you deep into my throat and swallow ever drop of your come.”

Not expecting the sweet bookworm to use any kind of profanity and he was more turned on then he had ever been in his entire life. It caused him to fuck her almost brutally, knowing that she would have bruises and scratches on her back afterwards.

From the shrub Harry gasped and watched as Hermione cried out Sirius’ name, her voice shrill, cracked, as her head flicked from side to side and her body shivering over and over. And moments later Sirius howled, his head falling back. ““Fuck baby!” he yelled his eyes wide and glazed over, catching sight of the gawping Harry mere seconds before his body shuddered with the sweetest most intense completion.

They were both breathing hard and clinging to one another, Sirius kissing his way down her face, Hermione tangling her fingers in his hair and smiling into his stormy eyes. Their lips met in a languid kiss, both wanting to show just how much they had enjoyed the other.

Sirius moaned softly as Hermione tightened around his flaccid but slowly hardening cock, and let his head fall to her shoulder breathing deeply and enjoying the feel of her heart against his own. Suddenly he remembered their guest and kissed his way up to her ear. “Baby, we have a visitor.” he murmured.

Hermione looked around and gasped when she saw Harry standing just a few meters away, his hand down his pants and his face flushed. The green eyed boy jumped when she looked at him and was about to run, ashamed at being caught. “Harry wait!”” Hermione called out and tried to smile when he turned. “Please don’t be mad at me. I just…we just…” a gasp fell from her lips when Sirius slowly started stroking his length within her. She glared at him, though her eyes were glazed, “You’re not helping.””

“Sure I am, sweet thing.” he murmured and ground his pelvis against her, growling when she trembled around him. “Oi, Potter!” he shouted, his voice gruff and they both looked at the younger man who was looking between them nervously. “You’ve never turned your back on a challenge, and you won’t be starting now.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and yanked on a lock of his thick black hair. “Sweet talker.” she quipped and turned her face back to Harry. “I know this is kind of weird, but…” Hermione nipped her lip and looked back at Sirius who smiled warmly and raised his brows. “Do you want to come in? I…I’d like you to, and well he’s Sirius.”

“Hey!” Sirius cried out in mock outrage, laughing with the other two.

Harry stepped forward, feeling more confident and threw his shirt to the ground then let his pants drop as well to reveal his rock hard length. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” he stammered.

“Nah mate, the more the merrier.” Sirius said with a smirk before nuzzling Hermione’s ear, making her giggle. “You’re beautiful, baby.” he murmured, groaning as he slowly withdrew. “And just full of surprises.”

“I’ll say.” Harry said, moaning at the heat of the spring. ““You know Ron never mentioned this extra addition to your repertoire.” he murmured, pulling Hermione’s hair to the side to plant a hot kiss on her bare, damp shoulder.

“Ew.” Hermione cringed and slapped him playfully, relieved to see him more relaxed now. She turned and circled her arms around his neck, stroking his leg with her foot. “Wash your mouth out, I never slept with Ron.”

Harry tentatively caressed her hip then brought her closer with more confidence. “But you two dated for like a year.” he said quietly, moaning softly when his hardness pressed against her belly.

Sirius’’ arms slipped around her waist and Hermione mewed softly at the feel of his cock against her back. She shrugged and smiled at the younger man. “It just felt wrong, you know?”

Harry smiled and nodded, “Yeah I know, it was the same with me and Ginny.”

“Does this feel wrong, baby?” Sirius murmured and licked along her neck, chuckling when she gasped and whimpered when Harry copied his godfather’s actions, cupping her breast and caressing her silky skin with his tongue. ““It doesn’t feel wrong to me.” Harry whispered, his hand dipping lower and splaying across her belly.

Sirius swam around them till he was behind Harry, grinning slyly at Hermione over his shoulder. “Do you want her Harry?” The older wizard murmured. ““You want to make her feel the way I did, want to make her sweet body tremble and come the way I did?”

“Yes.” Harry whimpered, and Hermione shivered at the earnest truth in his words as his eyes blazed into hers.

But at that moment the ear shattering sound of loud laughter from inside the cottage drew their attention. Sirius groaned and Hermione and Harry dropped their heads to each other’s shoulders.

“Maybe we should shift ourselves somewhere less, um, in the open.” Hermione giggled when Sirius tickled her ribs and kissed her shoulder.

“Mmm good idea.” Sirius murmured, “Grandma here is starting to prune.” he laughed and quickly dodged a playful kick.

The twins were full of jokes and jibes when the three returned from the hot spring, and the month flew by way too fast. Harry, Hermione, and Sirius spending most of their time in bed or exploring the mountains, but always together. When it came time for them to go home Harry asked them to come with him to travel Europe and was met with two of the widest grins he had ever beheld.

“I love you.” Hermione said plainly looking at both men and meaning it with all her heart. Sirius was so loyal and brave and the most exciting inventive lover she had ever had, and Harry was her best friend and had, over the last few weeks become a very sensitive, attentive lover himself.

Both looked at her in shock and Hermione watched with growing relief as slow goofy smiles spread over their handsome faces. Harry was the first to step forward, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her, deeply, passionately. “I love you too.””

Sirius was behind her when Harry finally let her go. He whirled her with a quickness that made her gasp and took her mouth in a hungry, ravenous kiss, leaving her breathless and panting as he whispered. “With my heart and soul I love you, Mione”

Hermione watched wantonly as Harry and Sirius exchanged a similarly passionate kiss and knew that she was possibly the luckiest woman to ever live.

The End