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Coping and Keeping	By : DameOfSlytherin Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 46009 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 4
Hermione’s fingers trembled as she diced the meat for the stew, and she sent nervous glances towards the chattering Nadia, hoping her little girl wouldn’t notice her mother’s upset state. It had been so long since she’d seen her daughter so comfortable and carefree, and Hermione didn’t want to let her daughter’s illusions to be shattered. Remus was probably just upset earlier and had responded without thinking, he probably hadn’t meant to be aggressive. But the feral look in his eyes were etched firmly into Hermione’s mind. She’d been so afraid, nearly frozen, and almost couldn’t believe that he hadn’t struck her. He certainly had looked mad enough.
                “And then you gotta add the other thing, ya know? That blue one? I can’t ‘member what it’s called Mummy, would Snapey be mad at me?” Nadia was chattering away about the pepper-up potion and Hermione felt even worse than before, realizing her daughter just wanted to share her joy and had been ignored.
                “I think Professor Snap would appreciate if you called him by his name correctly, hm? And I believe you’re thinking about dragon tongue, darling,” Hermione nearly chuckled when her daughter sighed loudly.
                “But professor is such a looooong word and I can’t spend too much time saying it, it takes forevvver, and then, and then I’m tired,” The little girl put her chin on the counter and stared up at her uncomprehending mother.
                “But you know it’s rude to change someone’s name without permission, don’t you? And what if he overheard you and you hurt his feelings, baby?” Hermione stirred the seared meat and set the spoon down. She sank into a crouch to face her daughter and stared into her eyes. She raised an eyebrow when her daughter’s face began to set into a stubborn tilt and watched as she let out a long and low sigh.
                “Okaaay, I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I think he’s really really nice. Can he be my papa?” She turned her large doe eyes on and tilted her head just so. The idea of Severus spending more time with Nadia made Hermione’s heart race but what happened with Remus earlier reminded her that she couldn’t just jump into any kind of relationship, especially when she wasn’t free of Ron yet. Besides, she knew the men were attracted to her, undoubtedly, but there was doubt towards anything long term. She couldn’t have something fleeting for herself or her daughter. Not that she wanted to jump into a long term relationship but she also wasn’t looking to waste her time on meaningless encounters.
                “I don’t think that something you or I could just declare, baby. Besides, maybe he’s someone else’s and has other responsibilities. You can’t just expect someone to be your papa, darling. I know that doesn’t sound the greatest or like what you want, but we need to get on our own feet first, baby,” Hermione almost teared up at the sadness in Nadia’s eyes but couldn’t let her daughter see that. She had no intention in misleading her daughter or filling her with false promises just to make her feel better.
                “But Mumma, please, I don’t want Him to be my papa anymore. I want a good papa, one like Snapey or Siri, or Remmy, Luci-Lucu-Mister Malfoy,” the little girl’s head sank till her chin touched her chest and hugged herself tightly while she tried to express her feelings to her mother. She didn’t wanna upset her mumma but she had to make her understand.
                “Oh, baby,” Hermione sank completely to her knees and took her quietly crying daughter into her arms, rocking her lightly as her baby girl let out all of her pain. “I’m sorry, so so sorry that I didn’t take us away sooner. I tried baby, I did, but I should have gotten us out so much sooner. I’m doing everything I can now to make sure we never ever have to go back. We’ll run again before we ever have to go back, baby.”
                “And I have a number of properties that would be perfect for house jumping, all over the world. But I assure you, little one, that you won’t be suffering such an indignity any time soon, you are quite safe here, “Both females nearly jumped out of their skin when Lucius’ cultured voice spoke softly, directly beside of them. He reached out a hand and lifted Nadia’s face, using the other to gently smooth her damp hair away from her cheeks and wiping away the tears. He had lowered himself to a crouch and was staring firmly into Nadia’s eyes. “And that, little one, is a promise.”
                Hermione almost barked out a laugh at Lucius’ face when Nadia jumped into his arms, burying her face into his chest. As it was, she smiled at he wrapped his ridiculously long arms around the tiny creature clinging like a monkey to his neck. He rose gracefully, Nadia’s slight weight negligible to the man, and even held a hand out to help Hermione into a standing position. When she rose, Hermione turned back towards the stove, barely saving the beef from burning. She managed to add the vegetable while Lucius murmured soothingly to her daughter. She knew Nadia was already attached to Remus and Sirius from the years she spent visiting this house for family gatherings and saw no reason the little girl couldn’t connect with Lucius and Severus, she just didn’t want the child to become dependent on people who might not be there in the familial way Nadia clearly wanted. No matter what happened, she knew the men genuinely cared for her daughter just maybe not in that way.
                She turned her head when Severus and Sirius returned to the kitchen, Severus having guided Sirius from it earlier to handle the man’s emotional break down from Harry’s visit. Sirius’s face was not as pale and his eyes didn’t seem as sad but his shoulders were still slumped. She automatically began making tea for him, the way he enjoyed it engrained from the number of years she’d made it for him before. He especially enjoyed it when she added just a touch of cinnamon to the boiling water, he said it was something only she did and that it always comforted him. She thought he could use that right now. She didn’t know what Harry said or did to effect both him and Remus, but she knew it was something that scarred the men for life, based on their reactions. She crossed the room and gently slid her hand along his shoulder as she set his cup down.
                “Here, Siri, just the way you like it,” She dropped a kiss on his forehead before going to prepare a cup for Severus as well. She never allowed Nadia to have more than one cup of weakened tea a day so she held off on the little girl’s evening glass of warm milk with a hint of chocolate and cinnamon, wanting to wait until it was closer to her bedtime. She turned to Lucius, who was chuckling quietly and still whispering to Nadia. “Would you like a cup as well?”
                “I’d love one, thank you. Do you mind if I ask how long dinner will be? I need to send off an owl before it gets too late in the evening,” Lucius had walked to the table, gently depositing Naida in Sirius’ lap. In all reality, the young girl hadn’t had such positive attention from a male role model in a long time, and the four of them had, in their own ways, practically smothered the girl in just the day they’d been there.
                “You should have plenty of time to send an owl, it should be done in around thirty minutes or so. The veggies still need to tenderize,” Again, Hermione walked towards the kitchen table, placing Severus’ cup before him and holding Lucius’ out for him to take when he was ready. Earlier, her and Lucius had sat down and compiled a list of all possible questions concerning the situation with Nadia and Ron, including the legal fact that while Hermione was not Nadia’s birth mother, she had equal guardianship over the child. Legally, Hermione was the girl’s mother but the Wizarding World could be rather fickle when it came to blood and children. Hermione had grimly stated that multiple cases of adoption had been declared void in the past when birth parents had returned for their children and wanted to mitigate the possibility as fast as possible. Lucius had pointed out that most of those cases had dealt with infants, and while Nadia was young, she was no infant. Most likely, when guardianship came into question, Nadia would be called upon to testify on her experiences in her old home.
                “Thank you, Ms. Granger. Do you have any missives that need to be sent out while I am taking care of this?” Hermione used to have an owl but, in an attempt to isolate her, Ron had given it to his mother, stating that there was no one she should be talking to besides him and his child.
                “I’m alright, thank you,” Hermione sat at the table next to Severus, who had been watching the short exchange as he nursed his tea. Sirius had taken the chance to begin a ludicrous game of guessing the muggle object with Nadia and proceeding to imagine up outlandish and unreal objects to make the girl laugh. Severus casually hooked his arm around Hermione’s waist and used the opportunity to drag her flush against his side, settling his hand on her hip as he watched Nadia’s face scrunch up in concentration.
                “So, it farts rainbows, it makes a horrible shriek when in use, and muggles put their dirty laundry in it?” Nadia gave Sirius a long and measuring look before turning to her mother. “Mumma, do you know what Uncle Siri is taking about?”
                “Ah-Ah-Ah, you can’t get help, Nadia, that’s cheating,” Sirius wagged his finger back and forth, finally smiling.
                “I think you’re messing with me, Uncle Siri,” Nadia firmly nodded her head and stuck her tongue out.
                “Would I mislead you, princess Nadia?” Sirius made a goofy face and put a hand over his heart.
What they didn’t expect was for Nadia to get an angry red look to her face and she glared at Sirius, who let out a shriek as his scalp tingled violently. Hermione jumped when his, until that point, black, silky curls, turned violently green. It was at that precise moment that Remus also entered the room and stopped gobsmacked at the door as Sirius’ wail of despair that hit him full in the face. It was also the moment that Severus let out a full and hearty laugh, loud enough that Hermione was sure it permeated the house.
                “WHYYYY, Oh Merlin, Whyyyyy?” Both of Sirius’ hands were clutched in his mane, which gave Nadia the opportunity to catapult herself into her mother’s arms, and Hermione clutched her daughter, curving her body around her little girl, ensuring no part of her daughter was vulnerable to any retaliation that both were sure to come. They cowered there for a long while as the men let out there various reactions, and when Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder only to look up and see Remus, she ducked even further and pushed Nadia deeper into her embrace, clearly remembering how displeased the wolf had been at their last encounter.
                “Oh Merlin, Hermione, please, no. I’m sorry, I’m so very fucking sorry. Please, please don’t be afraid of me. I didn’t mean it, Hermione, I’d never ever hurt you or Nadia,” By this point, Remus felt like his insides had been ripped out. He had dropped to his knees in front of the only two females in this world who would ever mean so much to him and begged. It just so happened that this was when Lucius also returned from his errand, to a now green haired Sirius, a paler than normal Severus, and an in tears Remus. The entire situation wouldn’t have panicked him nearly as much if it hadn’t been for the very defensive posture that Hermione had Nadia and herself in. The little girl herself was clutching her mother’s shirt, the fabric stretched so taught that it looked ready to give, and none of the men could see the child’s face, as she’d buried herself into her mother’s bosom, her shoulder shaking from the fright.
                “Remus, luv, I think it best you step back and give them some room,” Lucius spoke in the most soothing voice he could muster, he had chastised the wolf earlier but didn’t believe either of them would have thought Hermione would be so effected by it. Obviously, he thought, the men had underestimated how much Hermione’s abuse had impacted the females. It was apparent they were comfortable here and that’s why they had been so unguarded to this point, it was a mistake for the men to believe they were in as healthy a mind state as they’d thought the girls were. All it had taken were a few harsh words and quick movements to send them back to their mental prisons.
                Severus was the one to quickly lift Hermione into his arms and cradle her as he stood. He decided that there were quite enough people in the kitchen and that a darkened bedroom with warm blankets would be better. He soothingly rubbed Hermione’s back and told Lucius to prepare warm milk for them while he got them settled down, then everybody, if they wanted to, could follow.
                It was not ten minutes later that the three other men entered the master bedroom. Sirius had the room specially redesigned when the four decided to make their relationship more permanent. It now sported an extremely large bed that could hold them all and then some, and the most comfortable set of aracna-silk sheets in the wizarding world. As Remus and Sirius brought in trays laden with bowls of soups, Lucius carried two mugs of warm sweet milk. They found Severus propped against the headboard and their girls barely visible against his chest, covered by their comforter. Nadia was letting out gentle snores and Hermione was stroking the little girl’s hair. The men set their burdens down and crawled atop the bed, Sirius and Lucius on either side of Severus’ legs and Remus climbed towards the headboard directly in front of Hermione.
                “Is it alright if we talk, ‘Mione?” Remus didn’t want to push Hermione into anything but he also didn’t want their earlier encounters to go unexplained. He didn’t want her fear of him to become engrained either. At his words, Hermione slowly pushed herself up while settling Nadia comfortably on Severus’ chest. She didn’t say anything, simply nodded, nor would she look at anyone.
                “I’m absolutely sorry for the way I reacted earlier when you entered the kitchen. I won’t try to make excuses but I want you to know that logically I never ever blamed you for Harry’s complicity and lies. It was seeing how far he was willing to go to deceive us that broke my heart, and my animal knew that it was his animosity towards you that caused this. I let my werewolf side wrench control from me and I know better. I am so sorry. I can never apologize enough,” Remus ran a hand through his grey-brown hair and reached out to touch Hermione only to retract his hand before she even noticed.
                Her voice was soft and hesitant when it came out, “What happened with Harry?”
It was Sirius that responded, initially he choked on his words and it took Lucius rubbing his back to finally be able to even partially respond. There were obvious tears in his voice when he was finally able to speak. “It was – ‘Mione, it was so bad. He was so horrible. I know we hadn’t been seeing much of each other recently but I don’t know how we missed how much he changed. He said horrid things, he lied about you, over and over again. Ron’s been telling him that you cheated on him, that you ignored Nadia, and something along the lines that you threatened to take Nadia from her healthy home. I-I didn’t know what to do or w-what to say to him. H-How could he have done something l-like this?”
By now, Sirius was sobbing again, Harry had been so important to the man’s recovery after Azkaban, and had lived in Grimmauld Place for three years until he married Ginny. They’d grown so close and Sirius had believed he’d done a good job in cultivating the relationship they should have had all of Harry’s life. Hermione reached behind her and around Sirius’ waist, using the hold to tug the man onto her back where she took his arms and hugged them, leaning back to offer as much contact as possible. He gripped her tightly, burying his face in her hair as his shoulders shook. She reached up to run her fingers along his green scalp, lightly pressing his face in her shoulder, allowing him to use her for comfort. Severus also reached over and began rubbing Sirius’ back, soothing the man’s muscles and calming the tremors that wracked his body.
“I know this won’t make it better, but I don’t think Harry knows the truth, at all. I know he’s mad at me and I don’t know why, but I don’t think he’d condone what Ron has done to Nadia or myself. I am so sorry, Siri. He began acting differently when Nadia was four, he caught Ron trying to force me, although I don’t think he knows that’s what Ron was doing. I think he thought we were,” Here Hermione’s face turned scarlet and she turned her face back into Severus’ chest, her next words were an embarrassed whisper. “He thought we were gonna…do it. And he stared at me for the rest of the night. He was never the same after that but it’s only been the past year that he’s been so aggressive and hateful.”
“Whatever his reason, Ms. Granger, I don’t believe there is any excuse for the behavior he exhibited today or recently. He has no right to act that way toward any woman and as such, in the context of Sirius’ mental health, there shall be no excuses made for this. Now onto other important matters, I believe we need to address your reactionary behavior from earlier. I would also like to apologize for becoming complacent in regards to your mental health. I believed, based on your ‘carefree’ behavior, that you were aware of your safety. I believed that because you were aware of this, that we would face no negative repercussions based on the abuse you sustained at Weasel’s hands. That was my mistake, I took your comfortability for granted and it won’t happen again. I am most sincerely sorry, Hermione. I understand that the trauma you both faced won’t be overcome by familiarity, and in your case, sexual innuendos,” Lucius took Hermione’s chin and tuned her face towards his, making her meet his eyes. He lifted his hand to her face, ensuring she saw it first, and pushed her hair behind her ear. He studied her face, the swollen eyes, puffy cheeks, faint marks almost healed, and lips worried raw by her little white teeth. Slowly, with plenty of time for her to object, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Instead of what he’d always imagined his first kiss with Hermione would be, this one was slow and light, mean to convey how high in his regards he held her. It was soft movement, slow and sweet. He didn’t want it to become an overwhelming show of passion so he pulled back slowly, with a final peck to her bottom lip. Still, he couldn’t help himself, as he pulled away he licked his own lips, taking his final taste of her into his mouth, and letting his pleasure out in a low hum.
“Ye-es, well, uhm, thank you?” Her eyes were just a bit glazed as she also pulled back. She gently shook her head and turned to Remus, well as best she could. She still had Sirius tucked into her back and she would never ask him to move. He held her tightly still and she found herself relaxing into his chest much how she did Severus’ earlier. “Remmy, I’m sorry too. I knew you were just being reactionary and something must have upset you. I know none of you would actually hurt Nadia or me, I just, it was so hard to get my head to remember but what my heart does. I just kept picturing how He would act when Nadia did something he disliked and I couldn’t help it. She was all I could think about in that moment, protecting her.”
“Hermione, you’ve been traumatized, you and Nadia both. I don’t think you really need to apologize for a reflex that has been ingrained in you,” Remus did finally lift his hand and brush it through her hair.
“I think its time to wake Nadia, its fine that she fell asleep but she needs to eat before bed. This has been touching but we all need food and rest. We can discuss more tomorrow,” Severus, as always, was a voice of reason, this time gentle reason. While heart to hearts were good sometimes, they were not his forte and he rather not sit here another hour while all that needed to be said had been said. Although, if it meant Hermione and Nadia stayed where they were, he might let that happen. Nothing could happen to either of them if they were surrounded by all four of the men, better that they be in one of their arms.
“He’s right, Nadia is at an acceptable weight, but her last appointment suggested putting on about five more pounds. The child only wants fruit and I don’t understand! I’ve tried everything. The upside is that she rarely enjoys sweets but do you know how ridiculous it sounds in a store to bribe a seven-year-old with an apple? I got some of the strangest looks from old witches,” Hermione looked to Remus with her questions. His face was the easiest to meet without craning her head all the way up to Severus or completely to the side with Lucius. All of the men responded with a light chuckle. Sirius finally lifted his head but kept his arms around her waist, nuzzling his chin into her shoulder. She gently moved Nadia’s hair from her face and began to pepper the girl’s face with light kisses. The girl stirred and it took her mother’s gentle voice to wake her completely. “Come on baby, wake up, you gotta eat, silly girl.”
“But I don’t wanna, Mumma, I’m warm and comfy,” Nadia burrowed back into Severus as much as she could and he helped her by wrapping his arm more securely around her. It was not his fault that the little girl made him love her by being so cute and having an amazing mother. He believed he was irreparably lost to these two for the rest of his days. “See, Mumma? Prof-sser Snape is comfy, too.”
“Oh but Nadia, if he doesn’t eat, he’ll waste away to just skin and bones, then he won’t be so comfy for you to lie on. Now, Mister Malfoy was kind enough to provide some sweet milk before bed, if you want that, you have to eat as much of your soup as you can,” Gently, so as not to hurt either of them, Hermione maneuvered Severus’ arm so it was still supporting Nadia, and she physically sat the girl upright, forcing her to wake just enough to eat.
“Buuuut Mumma-“
Nadia was cut off by Lucius, who chucked her under the chin and gave her a stern look, one that was tempered from what he had always used with Draco. “I tell you what, little one, you eat now with no whinging, and you can have fruit salad for breakfast.”
The girl looked like she was truly debating whether eating now would be worth leaving the warmth Severus provided. Hermione didn’t need to tell them that the little girl was an absolute cuddle bug, it was blatantly obvious. It was the promise that finally made it worth it, she really did have a minor obsession with fruit. Her attention was caught by Sirius’ green head moving over her mother’s shoulder and she was reminded of what happened in the kitchen earlier. She ducked her head and huddled back down. The adults on the bed didn’t need to see her face to know that she had started to cry.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Siri, I didn’t know I could turn your hair green, and I didn’t mean to. Please, pretty please don’t hurt my mumma and please, please don’t hate me,” She finally reached for his arm and her sobs were audible. Sirius used his arm length to move the girl from Severus’ lap and lifted her towards himself, Hermione firmly caught in the middle. He held the girl to him, embracing both her and her mother.
“Little Nadia, I could never hate you, and I absolutely swear that I could never hurt you or you mother. You turned my hair green, that’s okay. Its been pink, orange, and purple before, one time it was leopard print when I made Severus really angry. It was a bit of accidental magic and it means that you’re gonna be an exceptional witch one day, just like your mumma,” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I’m so sorry that I scared you, I never wanted you to be afraid of me, little bug.”
Finally, they saw fit to release Hermione from their suffocating embrace and Nadia began to attempt to settle back into Severus’ chest. “Nuh-uh, Sweets. Scooch over, you have to be able to eat and so does Professor Snape.”
Lucius reached over and grabbed a few bowls of soup; he passed the smallest bowl to Nadia who carefully held it and moved as little as possible. When she spilled stuff at her old house, He would get super mad and loud. Severus actually refused to release Hermione and took his spoon to begin feeding her. She gave him an exasperated huff and took the mouthful he offered, Sirius moved around the bed to be able to converse easier and Remus tucked himself close to Nadia to help, if needed. Severus and Hermione finished both of their bowls of soup before the rest were done, she took the opportunity to summon her purse. While Remus helped Nadia finish hers, she took out a fresh pair of pajamas for her daughter and herself. They both needed to bathe, badly. She’d save the milk for after.
Nadia begged and pleaded to be allowed in the ‘monster bed’ and finally it was Remus’ puppy dog eyes that convinced Hermione that they should stay with the four men for the night. Sirius directed her towards the master bathroom and she ran a warm bath for her little girl. Usually, Nadia was a water sprite, have boundless energy to splash and play. But they had been through a lot the past few days and today had been a lot as well, so Nadia sedately allowed her mother to wash her hair and body.
She entered the main room to find the men scattered about, only Remus was in bed reading. She laid Nadia down in the middle and handed her the mug of milk, which was still warm due to a charm. Finally, she had a chance to shower and was just going to wait for Nadia to sleep to be able to take a quick one.
“Go, ‘Mione. Nadia will be out soon and you should take a long relaxing bath. She’ll be fine,” It was Lucius who urged her to go, he stepped out of the large closet pulling a t-shirt over his head. The long sleep pants that he wore accentuated his narrow hips and legs, so it took a while before Hermione was able to coherently answer him. Instead of making a fool of herself, she blushed bright red and turned to head back to the bathroom, the sound of his deep chuckle following her.
She turned back on the ridiculous number of taps, some of them able to pump oils or soap. She decided to allow rose oil and lavender bubbles to mix with the rainbow water. The steam rose in multiple colors as well, something she hadn’t been able to see when Nadia was in the tub. The bathroom was a mix of hedonism and comfort. The carpets spread over the floor were lush and her feet sank into them as she waited. She had stripped to her shirt and underwear when there was a knock on the door.
“’Mione, are you still decent? I need to grab my brush,” It was Sirius and she couldn’t tell the man he wasn’t allowed in his own bath, so she called him in and busied herself in taking the braid out of her hair. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen even more of her the other night when Severus was applying potions on her cuts. He stepped into the room and went immediately to the vanity, moving things about and holding the brush up triumphantly. As he turned to talk to her, he stopped in his tracks and the brush fell from his hands. “Fuck, Hermoine.”
She had finished the braid and had started to set out the various lotions she planned to use after her bath. He just so happened to turn around as she was bent over, depositing the bottles on the edge of the giant tub. At the clank of the brush, Severus had moved to the open doorway and Hermione had jerked to an upright position. The men had been right, she was wearing silk panties the night before. Both of them used the chance to peruse her long, tan legs and Severus decided he could teach and entire year on the merits of worshipping Hermione’s ass.
“Ten points to Gryffindor, Ms. Granger,” Severus leaned against the door frame as Hermione turned a deep shade of red. She pulled her hair forward and offered a shy smile, which made it that much harder for Sirius to not cross the room. Who would have thought that she’d still be so shy and innocent after all these years?
“Come, Sev, we need to go, now. If not, there won’t be much bathing being done and I don’t think our little ‘Mione is ready for that, just yet,” Sirius backed away slowly, pulling on Severus’ coat sleeve as he exited. The door shut gently after the two left. Hermione let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and returned to her bath.

Both men were hard as they turned to face the rest of the room. Nadia, as predicted, was dead to the world, one hand flung out away from her and her body half twisted, with short snores escaping from the mass of hair that covered her face. She might not have been Hermione’s birth child but her hair didn’t know that. Remus was still reading and Lucius was sat at a desk, filling out even more paperwork, his body sitting sideways to face towards Remus. It was Sirius who pushed Severus against the wall and attacked the man’s mouth. His hands roamed the taller man’s body and one worked its way into that midnight curtain to tug his head back, his lips detaching to attack the pale neck. He knew they would find no relief this night but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take some of his ‘frustrations’ out on the man who shared the privilege of seeing Hermione in nothing but a t-shirt and her knickers. They were absorbed in each other when Lucius cleared his throat to get their attention. Severus wasn’t letting Sirius go just yet, resting his forehead against his lover’s, trying to get his bearings back. Finally, they began to straighten but not before Severus bussed his lips against Sirius’ nose a few times.
“I take it that ‘Mione was not wholly decent when you went to grab the brush, Sirius? The brush you don’t have, Sirius,” Remus gently teased the men, as he adjusted his perpetually hard cock. Lucius still hadn’t removed the damn cock ring but mostly because there had been no appropriate moment to do so.
“That woman has an ass you could give tribute to. Merlin! She doesn’t even know what she’s doing to us, Remmy. But I did finally get to see Severus give us some house points,” Sirius let out a soft laugh at the glare Severus shot his way. They moved further into the room, Severus going to the edge of the bed where Remus was located, leaning a bit of his weight against the man, enjoying the high heat of a werewolf. They usually slept on the same side of the bed for that very reason.
“Yes, I don’t think she is very experienced, if at all. Before Weasel came into her life with little Nadia, she wasn’t dating anyone. If he didn’t manage to get into her knickers while they were together, I would say she might still even be a virgin. She is still quite young, they were only 19 when they married,” Lucius stretched in his chair, letting his hand rest behind his head on Sirius’ arm. Sirius took the chance to begin carding his fingers through the blonde hair many of his fantasies were based on.
“Speaking of, I think we should hammer some things out, now that we have a moment. There are four of us and only one Hermione, we have to be overwhelming her at this point. And I don’t think we’ve made our intentions very clear, I mean, besides the sexual ones,” Remus closed his book and set it on the bed beside him. He seemed to be just thinking out loud.
“Well, is that necessarily a bad thing? She can’t run from us if she doesn’t know what going on,” Sirius said.
In almost languid voice, Severus shot back. “That’s crass, Siri. We can’t very well let the woman live in fear around us, thinking we just want her snatch.”
“Well, those words are crass, Sev,” Sirius tossed his own hair and shot Severus a glare. He took out his wand and sent a weak sleep charm at Nadia. It would ensure she wouldn’t wake up while they had this less than appropriate conversation, and would wear off before it was time for her to wake up in the morning.
“It has merit, Severus. She’s likely to get skittish at the idea of entering a serious relationship with four men if we were to just tell her that’s what we want. She is afraid of something like that now, thanks to the red headed bastard. If she thinks we only want to fuck, she might be more inclined to let it happen while she lives here. Then, we just ensure she is much too attached to want to leave us,” Lucius reasoned.
“But knowing Hermione, she’d think she’d be intruding on our relationship and probably just disappear with Nadia when everything is taken care of concerning guardianship and her divorce,” Remus made a good point, Hermione would never want to inconvenience the men that helped her out. “And we have to think of Nadia, she won’t be inclined to let herself get too attached if she thinks that we won’t be a permanent part of her life. She would even use Nadia as an excuse or shield to protect herself. If we don’t want to scare her off being straight forward, we’d have to make sure she knows we’re attached, that we’re not going anywhere.”
“Hmm, by that logic, Naida is the key to keeping Hermione,” Severus rolled his head around to rest on Remus’. Really, they should have stopped him before he cozied up to Remus, the man’s heat was like a blanket to Severus, almost always making him sleepy. Unless they were fucking. Many times, they’d had to stop a conversation because Severus had fallen asleep in the middle of it. “It matters not, we’ll make a strategy because I’d rather suck Tom Riddle’s dick than allow either of these two out of our lives.”
“Severus, get up. You’re going to suffocate Remus and fall asleep. We need a strategy now…Ridiculous,” Lucius let out a frustrated groan when he didn’t get a response. Severus was out and Remus was attempting to shift the man’s body weight off of his head. “Fuck him, well, until we have something more permanent, I say we continue seducing the witch, making her fall in love with us, and the more Nadia makes comments about us being her papa, the more inclined I am to let her. We can always tell Hermione we never plan to not be in their lives and the girl needs father figures, we’d be happy to be that. We need to reinforce that we are going to be there, always, but not throw it all out in the open just yet.”
“Hmm, have I told you that you’re irresistible when you plot to entrap someone?” Sirius buried his nose into Lucius shoulder, nibbling along the pale column of the man’s throat. They heard the door to the bathroom open, but Sirius refused to leave behind his delicacy just yet. It was Remus’ indrawn breath that finally pulled him from marking Lucius as his, again. Hermione had the towel in her hand, drying her hair and that let them take in her sleeping attire. She had on a silk pair of sleep shorts that were almost tight across the very tops of her thighs and a loose tank top that allowed them to see her deep cleavage, her nipples were clearly visibly through the silk. It was the gold in Remus’ eyes that really interested his, he was smelling the air and his gaze was focused on the triangle between Hermione’s thighs. He knew exactly what that meant. “Well, well, well Hermione, I never knew you were so cruel.”
“What do you mean?” He’d vaguely startled her but Sirius was a drama queen so she didn’t think anything of it as she turned to hang her towel on a hook to let it dry before putting it in the hamper. This allowed the men that were awake to see her ass pulling the silk of her shorts tight. It let them see how they were just skimpy enough that the bottom of her ass hung out. Really, she was cruel, even if she didn’t know what she was doing.
“You’re being so mean to poor Remus. Especially so close to a full moon, you know his sense of smell is heightened. Was masturbating just a door away so tempting, so irresistible?” Sirius moved across the room, hovering just outside of Hermione’s comfort zone. Remus had pushed Severus back, rising from the bed as well, his back almost hunched as he took deep breaths, the scent of her orgasm tempting and sweet. They watched as her nipples hardened further and her own breaths began to deepen, a blush of arousal rising from her breast up to her cheeks. The scent of renewed arousal and such a recent orgasm had Remus almost whimpering.
“I-I didn’t-“She was so temptingly innocent in that moment the best inside Remus urged him to push her to the ground and shove his face in the source of that lush scent. He wanted to lick the path of that blush and mark the mounds of flesh that were peaking above the silk of her top, they were made to be abused by his mouth. Her top was just sort enough that a line of her stomach was visible and the flesh was made to be swollen with his pups. He could just imagine her bred with his children, his wolf knew she’d be a good mother, and he could smell the fertility oozing from her pores. If he fucked her now, she was almost guaranteed to become pregnant. If it was possible, his wolf would have impregnated his other lovers. In fact, it often tried.
“Really, Hermione, so tempting. Did you think about one of us while you did it? Did you imagine our cocks in all of your needy little holes, stuffing you?” Sirius moved closer, bit by bit, almost stalking the witch. He had noticed her glazed eyes when he asked and how her attention moved towards Remus’ erect shaft. With the full moon moving closer, his body was changing, his height increasing, muscles bulging, and his cock lengthening. “Was it Remus you imagined? His long cock splitting you open? Did you know, this close to the full moon Remus likes to make us walk around with his cum inside of us? He says the smell of his cum inside us soothes the beast and marks us as his. He likes to stuff us full of it.”
“Hmm, do you remember when Severus pissed off the wolf by refusing to carry it around in him? I believe that resulted in one of our favorite full moons ever. He was so mad that he pushed Sev to his knees and fucked him over and over again, spilling inside of him eight times. Well, after that he practically ordered us to do the same. It was honestly so extreme and so fun. By the time we were done, Severus almost looked pregnant. Remus wouldn’t let him anywhere near a bathroom and spelled a plug into him, saying that he might as well get used to it. Eventually, the moon passed and as revenge, we did the same thing to Remus. It was absolutely decadent,” Lucius, while not leaving his seat, had been paying rapt attention to Hermione’s body as well. All three men were well aware this would not result in sex but Merlin, she was tempting. The way she responded to their voices was almost enough to make them come where they sat. Eventually, he would need to halt this but for now, he would enjoy it.
“Hermione, come here. Let him smell you,” Sirius knew the wolf wouldn’t settle down until it had been appeased at least a bit. Remus was in control enough that it wouldn’t get out of hand but the wolf would torment the tawny haired man if he didn’t at least touch the woman it wanted. It seemed it was over its anger from earlier in the day. “He won’t settle until he knows he can touch you.”
“I-I-uhm, I don’t know, I didn’t know. Remus, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” In her attempt to make Remus feel more ‘comfortable’ she had moved toward him to comfort him. When she was close enough, the wolf reached forward and snagged her arm, pulling her against his body. She didn’t get the chance to say anything as his mouth attacked hers. It was the most explicit kiss she’d ever been apart of. He completely dominated her mouth, his hand raising to grip her jaw, squeezing her chin and forcing her mouth to open. His tongue invaded her mouth, stroking and twining around hers, thrusting in a parody of what he planned to do to her one day. The more his tongue stroked into her mouth the more her wetness flooded her panties. Each movement was followed by a clenching of her vaginal muscles, creating an ache in the recesses of her body. If any of the men had ripped her bottom from her, she wouldn’t have been able to protest. She whimpered in need, arching her back, trying to force his hardness towards her center.
Remus pulled back from the kiss, wolfishly lapping his tongue across her lips before he suddenly dropped to his knees before her. Behind him, Sirius had moved back to Lucius, stroking down the blonde’s chest, trying to soothe himself before he did something he wasn’t supposed to. In reality, the show in front of him and Sirius’ touch was driving Lucius out of his mind. Remus grabbed each of Hermione’s ass cheeks and spread them apart, kneading them with the claws that were attempting to break free. He shoved his face into the crevice of her cunt, the silk negligible, the heat emanating from her warming his face. Through the silk, he began lapping where her clit would be, making sure to take the deepest breaths he could manage. He wanted to imbed that scent into his very being. His teeth were aching to sink into her flesh and he didn’t deny them. He turned his head and bit into her thigh, just under where her shorts sat. He made sure to pull the flesh into his mouth, sucking and laving it. She needed to have his mark on her body, she absolutely needed it. She cried out, a sensual sound of feminine need as he marked her. Her legs parted of their own volition and his hand moved to cup her, stabilizing her. He smelled her oncoming orgasm and stopped. She would walk around in need, constantly, always ready for him or his mates. He’s ensure it. She’d be theirs, there was no question.
Remus pulled back, looking up at Hermione’s face. It was suffused with need, her eyes clenched, mouth open, and head leaned back. Her breasts were moving with her breaths and her stomach flesh trembled with denied orgasm. His gold eyes took it all in, his hands moved to where she’d gripped his hair and released her hold. He stood gracefully, towering over the short witch, she clenched his t-shirt and leaned into. “Remus, pleeease?”
Her voice was soft and needy, enough to make Lucius’ cock jump. She didn’t even know what she was begging for but he bet that they could make her do just about anything. Sirius had begun to move his hips against Lucius’ back, pressing his cock into the surface, attempting to gain relief. They watched as Remus gripped Hermione lightly by the throat, his other hand fisting in her hair, forcing her to bare her throat in submission. His voice was a deep, brutal sound. “No, I want to sleep with your need in my nose. I want your dreams to be haunted by what you’re not allowed to have.”
She whimpered and rubbed her thighs together. Her hands reached down to her own center but Remus tightened his grip and growled in her face. “If I even smell an inkling of you relieving yourself without permission, I’ll put you over my knee, Hermione. Now, you’re going to climb into that bed with our pup and sleep. Maybe in the morning, I’ll let you take care of yourself while I watch. To bed, now.”
He released her abruptly and the witch stumbled to right herself. She whimpered as she pushed her hair out of her face but turned to climb into the bed. Remus took that chance to smack her ass. She threw a glare over her shoulder and she rushed across the massive bed when she saw his hand start to raise again. When she reached Nadia, she took the chance to force her body to calm down. Her breathing regulated itself but the ache wouldn’t leave. She’d just have to ignore it, like she was ignoring the implications of Remus calling her daughter Their Pup. She observed her daughter’s ridiculous sleeping position and decided to settle the girl better. She knew enough wandless magic to summon a hairbow, carefully manipulating the little girls head to gather the mass of hair into a high bun. Otherwise, the girl would wake up to it matted to her head from sweat. She also straightened her out, making room for Hermione to slip in beside her. She looked over and noticed the three men watching her, causing her to blush like she didn’t just have a wolf between her thighs. When they noticed her looking, they began to head towards the bed. Remus climbed in between her and Severus, pulling her body tight against his still erect cock. Severus, sensing the heat, moved to throw his leg over the both of them. Nadia, smelling her mother’s floral lotions, also squeezed over and shoved herself into her mother’s embrace. Lucius and Sirius decided to sneak out of the room, they had to ‘take care’ of something. Lucius whispered ‘nox’ and let his family rest.

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