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Mourning's Doves	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to the Harry Potter series or its affiliates and make no money from the publication of this fic. Damn, huh?

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This one is dedicated to my sole reviewer of the last few chapters, LittleLotte. Thank you for being "hooked" on the story! It prompted me to shove my mountains of homework aside and go through chappy 4 much sooner than I would have otherwise, as I've taken on more projects. Yep, too many irons in the fire is story of my life. Carrion, all. Please R&R!

Chapter 4

It was difficult to dissuade Hermione from contacting all of her old acquaintances. She was thought long-dead, and without all of her memories to keep her in check, Remus and Severus were afraid that just the emotional exhaustion of meeting them again and shock of her being alive could trigger memory relapse and force her to hurt someone, reverting to her werewolf instinct to protect herself.

There were memories of school and home and holidays that all seemed to lack the crux of events surrounding the war – in any capacity. Such an effective blockage left her entirely, and perhaps artificially- at ease with her situation, knowing she was in good hands and relaxing into her wolf persona very naturally.

It was almost a delight for the two men to witness. Hermione seemed to take great pleasure in her new found senses, and although she wasn't constantly begging for sex, much to Snape's chagrin, she still found plenty of opportunities to engage them.

Remus was also hesitant about marking her as their own, despite Snape assurances it was a better grounding for her psyche. Doubling his hesitance was Hermione begging him to do it, saying she felt incomplete. He knew she had no real memory (cringing when he thought about her initial turning and subsequent memory thrusting itself upon her) of what the claiming was like, only that her wolf was driving her to it.

Remus was torn in another way. He didn't want to tie her down to a life with cubs and mates. The rational, wizard mind felt she could find so much more for herself in a carefully controlled, normal wizard mate/relationship that was understanding of her predicament.

Hermione would have none of it. Her instincts were strong, and she recognized that her body was trying to breed with them.

“I can't help it, I want you so much,” she breathed one night, waking to slide over Remus' perpetual nighttime erection. They had been feeding her daily potions that inhibited their seed since that first day, relieved they hadn't impregnated her. It had been a week since her awakening, as they referred to it.

“Oh Merlin, witch, what are you doing? You haven't taken your potion!”

“It's early yet; I'm still protected by yesterday's. Don't you want to mate with me?” she pouted, teasing his lips with her own and accepting his thrusting tongue into her mouth.

“Oh, good Goddess, do you know how much I want that with you?” he growled, flipping them so she was on the bottom.

“Show me! Give them to me! I want you so much!” she breathed, baring her neck to him even as he snarled and nipped at the exposed column, clutching her breasts as he rode her hard.

“You make me wild, girl, simply wild. Want to be inside you forever,” he grunted, corkscrewing his cock so he was touching her G-spot every other thrust.

“Yes! Fuck me just like that, oh, Remus!” she cried out, coming hard and hot over his leaking member.

He shouted his release, pumping fully and holding himself inside of her, his knot pulsing a bit even though they were moving away from the full moon cycle.

“Gods, you are so good to me,” she panted, patting the bed beside her. He flopped down and closed his eyes.

“Go to sleep. I've got a surprise for you tomorrow.”

“For me? What is it! Tell me! Tell me!” she whined, jumping on top of him and only backing down when he growled a warning.

“I'll show you tomorrow. Go to sleep!” He rolled over, snoring within a minute.

“Fine!” she hissed petulantly, crossing her arms over her bare breasts. A slow smile came over her face and she sneaked out of the room and down the hall, finding Severus asleep over his desk. She knew that she would be able to rouse him with Remus' seed still inside of her. He seemed to become a bit gruff and jealous every time the Alpha mated with her, pretending he was clearing his throat or just being his normal, snarky self.

“Severus,” she cooed into his ear, yelping when his head snapped up and he grabbed her by the hair, his wand pointing at her face.

“Great Merlin's sagging fucking bloody balls, woman, don't sneak up on me like that!” he groused, slapping his wand onto the desk and putting his hands over his bleary eyes.

“What time is it?”

“Half gone two in the morning.”

“I suppose Lupin is hogging the bed.”

“Yep.”

“Bloody fantastic. Lumpy guest room bed for me again.”

“You don't have to go to bed alone,” she said softly, pushing back his chair and straddling his narrow hips.

“What are you doing, witch?” he growled, even as his hands came forward to pluck at her hardening nipples.

“I want you,” she breathed, licking the shell of his ear so he moaned and turned up his neck for her. “I want you to claim me.”

“What?” he roared, pushing her back to the floor as he stood suddenly, scattering papers and witch all over the place. “That is not my place! You dare not ask me that! Only the Alpha is allowed to claim, and I as his secondary, would face his wrath and breakup of our bond if I did such a thing! And here I thought you were supposed to be the smartest witch of your age,” he sneered, rounding the desk and not bothering to help her up.

She followed him out of the room, confused and with more than a few tears forming at the corners of her eyes, stinging them. “How the bloody hell am I supposed to know? You've both kept me cooped up here, I can't remember anything pertinent and my body is screaming at me to be claimed, taken by one or both of you, yet you deny me!”

“There are thousands of books in the bloody library but you've been too busy spreading your legs to go read up on your affliction!” he snarked back, taking the stairs two at a time.

“Library? There's a library here?” she queried, her hurt almost forgotten as Severus muttered a password and flung open a previously hidden door that opened into a magically expanded sitting room stuffed full of books three stories high.

Hermione gasped, taken aback by the small space transformed.

Severus gave her a mock bow. “For you, m'lady. There are more books on Lycanthropy in here than in any private collection in the wizarding world, to my knowledge. You may now bury yourself in the supreme answers of the almighty written word.”

He was being so cruel to her, but why?

Was this Remus' surprise for her, she wondered?

“Don't be that way!” she raged at Snape, turning to push ineffectually against his chest. He merely sneered at her again and turned, leaving the doorway open.

“I am always this way. Get used to it.”

“Why have you changed? You've been so sweet to me all week!”

He rounded on her, towering and intimidating as he backed her against the wall. “I merely wanted to satiate the needs of my wolf on your very available pussy. It is rare I am able to indulge myself properly. You've been most... convenient. Thank you.”

His eyes raked her up and down and he turned up his nose slightly, leaving her trembling and breathless, a great sob wracking her body as she slid to the floor, oblivious to the great columns of books behind her in favor of indulging her emotional train wreck.

Severus stood just inside the kitchen, his back to the wall, eyes shut tightly as she sobbed. His heart beat so fast in his chest he thought he was going to have a heart attack. Gods, it hurt so much to do that to her! An extreme sense of urgency raged through his delicate instincts, driving him to act irrationally in order to stimulate her suppressed memories.

Since Hermione's turning, he'd sensed a distinct change in his Alpha. It made him mad with jealously when Remus took Hermione. This felt so right – and so wrong- so many conflicting emotions, scents and sounds that had him battling his old, cruel self against the person he'd reconciled himself to be as a Lycan.

Severus' legs trembled, unable to support him as he slid silently to the floor, crumbling in on himself in emotional agony. The young wolf's tears subsided to hiccuping sobs, punctuated with self-castigating remarks that sent icy needles through his heart. Eventually, he heard her rise, traveling in the opposite direction of his person, and back to bed with Remus, he presumed.

He drew a shaky breath and leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes, long fingers raking his mussed hair.

Something was wrong with his Alpha, and if Remus didn't turn her soon – and if she didn't remember her past – he had a very bad feeling things would go terribly wrong for all of them.
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