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Disillusioned	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 12207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Yes, I am working on my stories, and if you are a fan of my stories you know life is crazy and sometimes I upload a lot, and more often than not it goes in spurts for me. Sporadic, meaning I do a few chappies at a time and then don't write for awhile. Well, this crazy summer is no different but I am at least allowed to indulge in writing when the mood hits so here is another little update. I am also picking back up where I left off beta'ing another story for a friend of mine, as she has been so patient waiting for my life to calm before she posts anymore. Thanks to her for waiting, and to all of you for reading. Enjoy!

Avoidance was really an action Hermione couldn’t stand. Firstly, Harry had done so much of it, moping around Grimmauld before their sexual liaison developed that she thought he’d drive himself mental or commit suicide from withdrawal of reality. At least he was starting to feel and that meant a world of difference towards his outlook and willingness to discuss hope for the future.

Remus, on the other hand, was simply hiding from what was developing between the three of them. Well, it had been developing that first night. A week later and she’d barely seen him, despite their continued existence in the same house. Harry was furious and thought the wizard was leading them on, simply taking advantage. His fury blinded him to what Hermione saw so clearly; Remus was grieving, so heavily and silently and now full of guilt as well. The pair needed to shock him out of it, but Harry honestly wanted nothing to do with the other man, thinking he’d come and gone in such a manner as to betray their intimacy. It was doing her no good to talk him out of that stance, either. Hermione wasn’t normally at a loss as to how to rectify a situation, but in this instance, she had no idea how to draw the lone wolf from his self-castigation into her willing (and ready) arms to pleasure him senseless.

The three of them were drawing attention to themselves with their collective inability to move on. Molly urged them to leave the house, get out for lunch or a walk; hell, just about anything other than staying cooped up in the house. Harry knew that leaving the house meant facing the public, life and the reality that he was still alive. Half of him lived solely for the insane pleasure and companionship that became his daily bread with Hermione. The other half was still in forced limbo, waiting and wilting in that grey area Harry insisted on keeping it, denial self-evident and strong.

Hermoine knew she was going to have to be the one to draw him out, but barely had the muster to ascertain where even her next step would take her. Still, there was a glimmer of hope somewhere between nightmares and silver linings that stirred her heart to subliminal, subconscious action.

Wandering feet took her fresh from the shower and down the creaky stairs to the kitchen, veering away at the last moment when raised voices ricocheted through the closed door. Whatever and whomever Molly was berating; Hermione wanted no part of it. This took her further along past the makeshift study Arthur used in conjunction with his duties supporting Kingsley and Lucius. The door was closed, but that didn’t mean anyone was in there given a slight shimmer of wards as she passed. It raised her natural curiosity but she kept on to the library.

Late afternoon was not a usual time Hermione wandered this way, but with the barely-avoided row going on in the kitchen, she felt no choice but to steer clear of Harry and his temper in favor of her old standbys.

Looking behind her, her small hand turned the knob and let herself in, slipping in quietly and allowing the door to click shut. A deep sigh escaped her chest and when she inhaled, the heady aroma of old leather, homey comfort and man assaulted her nostrils. Man?

Spinning, her back thudded against the door as Remus’ wary gaze impacted her most fiercely. His eyes seemed to entail a haunted weariness, accusing her of interrupting his work, although it was purely volunteer.

The muscle that pretended to be a racehorse instead of a regularly beating heart fluttered wildly in her breast, breath coming fast and hard without the usual preparedness she was used to entering upon in any given situation.

“Hi.”

Her voice sounded tiny in the thick atmosphere of the room. Setting down the thick volume and placing a marker inside, Remus closed it and placed his hands on his knees, standing slowly. Without breaking gaze, he walked around the duvet, comely in pressed slacks and crisp white dress shirt, the top two buttons undone. Resting on his shiny shoes, her eyes flicked back up to his own and he was right in front of her now, barely a foot away.

“Hi, Hermione. I suppose this meeting and discussion are long overdue.”

She nodded carefully, not wanting to say the wrong thing or scare him off, but if anything, Remus looked self-assured and – was that resigned?- to being in close quarters with her. With a small gesture he turned and indicated a tea service and empty seat across from him.

So, this was how he wanted it to be? She’d be damned if he drove a wedge of formality into the tenuous heat they’d stoked together.

Looking very much the professional, much to her surprise, Hermione sat where he indicated and poured herself a cuppa. They drank in silence for a fair few minutes before she broke the ridiculous silence.

“Would you just say something?” she asked irritably, setting her cup down a little too hard.

He jumped as if she’d reached out to slap him.

Pleased to have garnered a reaction, she quickly leaned over the low table and placed a hand on his knee.

“Remus, please, don’t be like this.”

The older wizard flinched again and drew away, gently trying to dislodge her hand which only served to annoy her further. Now, her other hand was on his opposite knee and he had a clear view down her summer shirt.

His eyes averted and he cleared his throat, reaching around her to set down his cup also. “Will you please let go of me and sit back down? I think we need to clarify a few things.”

Hermione knew what he was going to say before he said it. The reasons he patiently explained to her why their tryst had been a mistake and could never work between them were the same ones she viewed as strengths, additions to the diversity of the budding relationship. Their dynamic hadn’t even been given a chance, and like a stool without a third leg, she instinctively felt Harry teetering, needing that third, to desperately engage them solidly, and to balance their energies and support.

When Remus finished what Hermione was beginning to secretly call, “Professor Mode” in her own mind, she swiftly stood and came around the table, trying her best to stifle her laughter when he also jumped up and backed away from her.

“Didn’t you just hear a word I just said?” he uttered, a slight hitch in his voice.

Obviously, Remus had had this entire little speech planned out. What he hadn’t planned on was the tenacity of the curly-haired young witch to get whatever she set her mind to – and she wanted him.

“Yes, I heard everything you said. Do you want to know what I think of it?”

He nodded, Adam’s apple bobbing precariously when the back of his knees hit a wingback chair, forcing him to sit when she kept on invading his space.

“I think it’s a load of bollocks.”

She smiled sweetly at him, adoring the confusion and shock warring within the man. Clearly, she’d set him off balance as beads of sweat broke out on his temples.

“But –but – you can’t possibly want to be with someone like me when you’ve got Harry! Just look at me, a washed-up, dried-out, has-been –“

Her fingers pressed against his lips and her shaggy mane shook along with her head in negative sign. She pulled her fingers away and leaned in, now straddling either side of his knees with her own small frame and whispering against his lips, “Shut up and kiss me.”

Those strong, warm lips returned the light stroking of her own, hesitant at first and then growing stronger when she made no move to stop. Hermione’s hands came to rest on his chest, playing and unbuttoning the stays on his shirt, inviting his own touch upon her curvy hips.

When she had his shirt open, her fingers slipped inside and smoothed over his chest, down around his belly and back up to his shoulders, pushing the shirt down his arms to trap them at his sides.

“What are you-“

“Shhhhhh,” she whispered, taking his mouth more fervently and slipping her tongue inside. His moan confirmed the delight he felt at her slight dominance. This was a Remus she had wanted to experience, the one that was more in control of his human self the furthest days away from the full moon.

Settling herself a little further down to kiss across his chest, her core came in contact with the thick bulge pressing against his trousers. Hermione ground herself against it and heard him groan more heartily around her seduction.

When she reached his belly, she had crawled backwards from his lap to rest lightly on the floor, working the buttons of his trousers with her teeth and fingers, delighting at his sharp hiss when his erection popped free. Didn’t any of the men she knew wear underwear?

This time, she was able to really get a good look at his cock, gently lifting his generous sac to lie on top of the fabric as well.

“Hermione!” he breathed, pressing his hips forward even as she moved away. He growled and she laughed lightly.

Finally resting back against the chair, he allowed her to take her time exploring and pleasuring his cock.

The succulent young woman tongued her way down the shaft and around the base, lifting and sucking each ball sac before moving back up the underside, causing him to whimper with extreme arousal when the head was enveloped into her hot little mouth.

Then, Hermione spit on her palms and grinned up at him, taking his cock back into her mouth and sucking hard, one hand pumping his shaft while the other juggled his balls, rolling and pulling them slightly.

In no time at all his hips were pumping, breath gasping and mind spinning with the ease Hermione brought him to the edge and kept him there. Anyone could walk in at any time and see him trapped in the chair by his dress shirt, privates firmly ensconced in the Gryffindor Princess’ luscious mouth.

“Hermione – you have to s-stop. Please, stop, I don’t want to, oh sweet Merlin don’t do that! No!”

Hermione had stopped as requested, but then she’d pulled his trousers down around his ankles and surreptitiously cast a light binding charm on his person when he had reared forward to stand up and dislodge her. Now he couldn’t even move from the chair.

Wand behind her back, Hermione flicked it at the door to silence and lock it, but decided to enjoy letting Remus believe anyone could continue to risk walking in on them. There was something to be said for erotic cruelty. Harry loved it.

The cords in Remus’ neck stood out as he tried to right himself again, straining to stand and frustrated that he was forcibly stuck to the chair.

“Hermione! You need to let me go, I can’t be caught like this with you.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow and silently walked behind the chair, setting her wand down on the mantle. Then, she reappeared, very much naked, and slinked onto Remus’ lap, boldly positioning herself over his straining cock and lowering her body.

Her tight folds enveloped the werewolf’s pulsing organ with lubed ease, her body aching, ready and accepting to have this man, this wolf, inside of her now and for as long as she could hold onto him, going forward. Her luscious tits pushed forward and her fingers laced through the thinning hair, tightening around the nape of his neck and guiding that reluctant mouth onto her turgid nipple.

A rush of air whooshed from the wizard’s nostrils when his mouth came in contact with the breast. The sustenance he’d denied himself became succulent, irresistible ambrosia as his body and instinct took over, laving the nipple to a hardened peak, nipping, suckling and soothing alternately. Hermione moaned as she rode the wolf’s cock, pushing herself flush against his pelvis and raising herself until the tip was barely held by the kissing folds of her cunt before plunging back down again over and over.

“Fuck, Remus, fuck you feel so good, want you so much!”

His blood sang with her uninhibited confession and his hips moved of their own accord, meeting her downward movements with growing gusto. With a slight snarl deep in his chest he grasped her hips and began to pump upwards harder, his cock, sac and belly so tight it was an odd mixture of pleasure and pain. Walking that fine line warred with the gentle man’s sense of propriety, lust winning out as the Remus that normally existed most strongly this time of the month was pushed into the box the wolf normally occupied the rest of the time the human was in charge. Said wolf was most gleeful to lock the man’s gentle nature away and ride out the torrent of lust set free by this highly fuck-able mate.

Realizing the sticking charm was gone, a true growl broke from the abused vocal cords deep within and a real snarl ripped free. Hermione half moaned, half screeched as he lunged upwards, providing a particularly brutal thrust. His momentum took them in a zig-zag pattern around furniture to lay flush with a stuffed bookshelf, her back resting uncomfortably against the uneven tomes sticking out from their resting place.

“How did you- gods yes! Right there, OH!”

His lips moved feverishly against her ear, legs wrapped around his trim waist, pushing on his clenching buttocks as he drove upwards at an angle, his knees and lower back supporting her weight along with his fingers bruising her tender bum.

“Hermione, my bitch, my lover, my mate, don’t you dare let that fool Remus ever keep me away from you again. I am going to stuff your cunt so full of semen it’ll choke the eggs from your tubes and fill your belly with pups. How I love breeding with you, you lovely, succulent morsel.”

Hermione’s eyes widened at Moony’s confession and she bit down on his shoulder lightly, clenching around him so he snarled into her hair and sent a series of thrusts into her tight depths, sliding spot-on over her G-spot, and sending cream over his organ and balls, sliding down his thighs.

“Fuck, witch, you’re so fucking tight!”

Renewing his speed, arse muscles burning and spine tingling from extreme arousal, the werewolf hunched into her and howled, keeping his angle true under the power of their coupling.

Lights seemed to dance in front of Hermione’s line of limited vision and the dancing flames from the fireplace spun into a kaleidoscope of colors, blending into a rainbow of precious gems and rainbows that pulsed and spun when her orgasm hit her with the force of a super nova.

Hermione screamed and clenched sharply, the involuntary velvet pulsing of her inner flesh choking the fresh snarl on Remus’ lips as he buried himself balls-deep inside her wet cunt, spurting hard and deep into her womb, the streams never seeming to end as he kept up minute thrusts to get it all and keep it inside of her as deeply and as long as possible.

At long last, he turned and stumbled to the duvet and deposit himself back-first on it, keeping her slender frame on top. His cock popped wetly from her pussy and lay, sticky and messy and sated, against his inner thigh.

With a harsh grunt the wolf was slammed back into the recesses of the human’s mind, not at all minding, considering he rarely broke free this time of the month and had over ridden the annoying human’s tendency to deprive them both of mating so fiercely. It fed a need in both of them.

Remus closed his eyes, heart and lungs burning but slowly returning to their normal state. The thundering of the petite witch’s own heart slowed, her breathing quiet against cooling skin.

“Accio wand,” he whispered, retrieving it deftly and gently scourgifying them both.

The naked wizard contemplated the situation. It was obvious Hermione wanted him. Harry wasn’t with her, so that might be a spot of trouble if she was trying to patch up a rift on her own. His only two options seemed to be resigned to joining in and helping make whatever this was, work out for the best, or move out completely and never look back. He wasn’t prepared to take the coward’s route as he’d once done, leaving him very miserable and poor from that point on in his life.

Decided, he smirked to himself as Moony circled deep inside his mind and curled up, a wolfish grin of his own finally happy with the human’s decision.

It was about time their desires were synched. After all, Remus couldn’t afford to let the werewolf overtake him as he had twice now; there was a growing sense of unease within him that if he lost control over Hermione any more than he already had, there would be dire consequences for them both. He had to make peace with his wolf and coexist, not merely exist.

Cock hardening once more, his eyes flashed even as they closed, allowing himself to simply enjoy the warmth and slight weight of the young woman on top of him, ignoring the persistent throbbing of his organ.
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