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Mourning's Doves	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Hermione just giggled, doing her best to seduce them instead of talk, refusing to answer questions and pouting, shaking her head and sounding annoyed when she kept repeating she had no idea who they were, but they sure could fuck.

And so Remus grit his teeth while Severus' eyes rolled back in his head, balls deep inside the woman again who squirted and squealed copiously before collapsing again.

Snape panted, doing up his spent cock, tucking it into his trousers. “Will she always be like this?”

“Only when she's in heat, but she will always have a high libido. It is important to keep her away from other werewolves.”

Snape nodded, gesturing to her collapsed and dripping form. “What are you going to do to jog her memory?”

Remus looked at him incredulously. “Me? That's your department. Legilimency? Ever heard of it?”

Snape's teeth clicked in anger as he advanced on his Alpha, backing down at the warning growl. “How dare you ask me to utilize that skill! You promised not to ask me that!”

“You won't hurt her, I know you won't! You need to face your phobias sometime, or you're never going to reach your full potential as a werewolf in functioning society.”

“Easy for you to say,” Severus muttered, running his hands through his greasy hair.

“Please, Severus,” Remus' low whine sounded, and Snape turned to see his mate with his arms out, a pleading looking in his eyes. “I've thought about this a lot the past few days, and short of slapping her silly or knocking her about the head or dosing her, I don't see any other way to jog her memories. They have to be locked in there somewhere.”

“It's self protection,” Snape muttered, taking in his Alpha's embrace. “I should know, I've blocked out plenty over the years. She may be damaged beyond repair.”

“Maybe, but you have to try.”

“I'll do it tonight.”

The pair kissed passionately, almost desperately, before parting, Remus taking care to bring Hermione downstairs to rest and Snape to retire to his lab to catch up on overdue, private potions orders.

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The wizards were hard put not to take her over and over again that evening. As it was, they were forced to take one another hard and fast twice that afternoon while Hermione napped. When she woke, she whined and moaned and writhed until they were all drunk on lust, but the men had had foresight to take a long acting deflating draught so grit their teeth and put up with their raging hormones.

Severus flooed out the most important orders pending, left briefly to pay some bills and raced home as soon as he was able to be free from the throngs at Gringotts.

“Is she alright?” he asked, out of breath as he stepped through the door.

“Fine,” Remus panted, eyes closed as she gyrated on his lap. His cock was blissfully limp but the rest of him was raging.

“Get ready to do your thing.”

“My thing,” Snape sneered, “as you so eloquently put it, requires no preparation. I am ready now.”

“Hermione, love, I need you to go sit down over on the couch.”

“Will you fuck me if I do?” she asked coyly, grinding her core on his leg.

Remus smiled tightly. “Yes, yes I will, but first we need to do something and you have to remain very still. Do you trust us?”

She nodded her head, purring as she leaned in for a kiss. “If you both fuck me, you can do anything you want.”

Severus moaned and grabbed his balls. “Good god, I did not know it was possible to get blue balls without having an erection.”

“Welcome to the club.”

Hermione sashayed over to the couch and sat, licking her lips as Snape came near and kneeled over her.

“Sit next to her,” he told his Alpha, grateful when Remus didn't argue.

“Hold her arms, I don't want her pushing me away.”

“Alright.”

Hermione gratefully wrapped her arms in Remus', panting softly as Severus looked into her eyes.

“Look at me,” he breathed.

“Yes,” she answered, almost in a trance of lust.

“Legilimens!”

It was like sinking into an orgy of memory. Thrusting bodies, quaking orgasms, unfulfilled desires, all swirled at him in a miasma of color, sound and feeling.

“Away with you!” he shouted out loud, swiping the air futilely with his hands, causing Remus to blanch with concern but not dare to interfere. Hermione whimpered and stared, caught in the black widow's gaze.

Like great hands sweeping away simple cobwebs, her mind cleared and then there was nothing. It was an empty cavern, echoing with his own footsteps.

“Is anyone here?” he whispered and it came back to him tenfold. “Anyone here- here- here- here- here....” it faded back, mocking him.

He seemed to walk forever, getting nowhere.

Unknowing, he unbuckled his belt and pushed her back, wrenching her arms from Remus' grasp. He pushed up her skirt, his body throwing off the effect of the potion as it seemed to instinctively know what to do.

“Feel, witch, remember,” he murmured aloud, Remus watching with wide eyes, ready to do what -he knew not- but terrified for their well being.

Severus guided himself almost gently into her pulsating channel, pushing into the hilt and holding himself there.

Her mind spasmed along with her body. He felt it, a ripple along the surface of blackness.

“Yes, witch, feel! Remember!” he said a bit more loudly, this time out loud and in her mind. The echoes had gone.

He thrust, a long, slow sensation coupled with the power of strong, lean hips.

Her mind rippled again, a slight tear in the fabric of blackness opening. A woman stumbled through -it was Hermione.

He thrust again, smoothly setting up a calming, sensuous tempo.

The witch righted herself and brushed off her Gryffindor uniform, looking up at him. “Oh, hello, Professor. What are you doing here?”

The corner of his lip quirked into his trademark, amused smile. “Looking for you.”

Hermione shrugged, nervously fingering the soft edge of her robes. “Well, here I am. Are you going to give me a detention?”

Snape's brows rose nearly to his forehead. “Detention? Hardly. You've been hiding from us these last two years.”

Hermione's own brows furrowed, her lower lip coming to tuck in-between her teeth. “What do you mean? I've always been here.”

“Yes, I am sure you have. However, there have been many changes in the wizarding world which might shock you. Much has happened since the war, especially to your person.”

“Me?” Hermione asked incredulously. “How could things have changed for me? I'm still helping Harry! OH shit, I wasn't supposed to tell you that.” She seemed very confused all of a sudden. “Professor? What's going on? Why is it so dark in here?”

“We are in your mind, Miss Granger,” he transferred smoothly, trying to relieve her of worry even as his hips worked inside of her body. It was a strange combination, placating this – girl – and fucking the woman.

“Well, can we go somewhere else? It's bloody dull in here.”

Snape laughed, throwing back his head and shaking with mirth. Hermione looked at him blankly, cocking her head. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because, witch, you are truly a delight. I think there are some things I need to tell you before we attempt to emerge from your mind.”

She nodded carefully, folding her robes beneath herself and settling down as Snape sat cross-legged opposite her, gently informing her of events since the war and what he believed had befallen her, and her subsequent rescue by him and Lupin. He left out a lot of the detail, including his current possession of her delectable body.

Mere minutes passed in the real world, Snape snogging and making love to the girl who was responding normally, moaning and fucking back, quaking with a gentle orgasm mere minutes into his possession and writhing against him. Oddly, their eyes remained open, staring into one another.

Remus paced back and forth, trying to stay out of their line of vision.

He growled, sniffing the air to see if he could determine anything other than the blatant lust permeating the room. Just at the most inopportune moment, his cock sprang up, hard and fast, causing his head to spin with desire.

“Oh, fucking Merlin,” he breathed, settling down to take out his member and stroke it to the sight of his mate and soon-to-be mate making gentle yet furious love on the sofa.

Severus, still in the young Lycan's mind, held her closely as she sobbed profusely. She cried cleansing tears for all she had lost and forgotten. Snape assured her that her memories would return, but that he had no timetable for them, and that it could be a sudden, violent and emotional process, but that he and Lupin would be there for her. She had already agreed to be mated to them. It had been a no-brainer to her, given the situation. She had no reason to disbelieve her Professor. Even in the depths of her subconscious she felt a sudden, binding trust that bade her good will toward the man twice her age. She also reasoned that if Remus trusted him, there must be some good in him after all.

“I must prepare you for your entry back into your conscious mind,” he cautioned, cradling her tenderly in the crook of his arm and looking at her with what could be called a shy fondness.

“Is it so horrid?” she whispered, trembling in his arms.

“No, nothing like that at all. But I must caution you that to get you to respond to me, I had to take you in the only way you have been responding to us these past days.”

“You're having sex with me? Right now?” she asked, eyes closing as she shuddered.

He mistook her gesture as revulsion and spat at her, “Am I so awful, that you already reject me at the mere thought of sharing my body?”

Hermione's eyes yanked open in surprise at the venom in his voice, face suddenly closed off of tenderness and arms folded at his bosom.

“What? No!” she cried, sitting up and pulling his stiff body into her arms. “No! Not at all! I've always found you well -” she swallowed hard at her confession, “sexy as hell,” she finished breathily.

All of the blood seemed to drain south in Snape's mind and he crushed the girl to him, swearing into her hair as he felt his body begin to shudder outside of themselves.

“It is time. The best time to go is now. We are climaxing together and it will shock you back to reality. On three.”

She nodded, grasping his hands as they stood.

“One, two, THREE!” he shouted.

It was a vortex of light and a whirlwind of sounds, sensation and emotion.

As if for the first time, drawing breath at a new birth, Hermione found herself back in her body, climaxing magnificently under Severus' sweating, heaving body, his breath coming like that of a winded racehorse. His face was contorted in ecstasy, hips flush with her own own core as he emptied his frenzied release inside of her.

A sharp groan had her snapping her head to the side and a spent Remus lounging just opposite, his eyes closed in satiation.

She looked back up at Severus and saw him smile at her, a real, honest to Goddess, genuine smile.

“Welcome home, love,” he whispered, leaning down on her trembling form to kiss her so sweetly.

Remus was at her side, embracing them both in a messy hug and great heaves coming from his chest.

“I thought you'd never come back to me. Don't ever scare me like that again, either of you!” he admonished.

Hermione shook her head and laughed, the irony of the situation hitting her but for now, allowing the goodness of sex and companionship to complete her. “Oh Remus, don't be so dramatic!”

He grinned weakly at her and they both laughed when Severus collapsed between her breasts, snoring from extreme exertion and mental exhaustion.

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