When Hermione woke for the second time that day she found herself alone, the click of a softly closing door having roused her. She reached across the rumpled sheets to feel the warmth left by George and the cool side where Sirius had lain. It seemed Sirius had been gone for quite some time. She sat up slowly attempting to wrap her head around the last couple of days. Would things be strange now? This morning it had seemed implied that they would all three enjoy repeat sessions, but now that she'd woken alone...

Had crossing that line with Sirius and George been a monstrous mistake? Would they just move along to their next conquest and leave her feeling awkward and abandoned? She didn't take sex very lightly and sharing that with them had been a big deal for her despite it seeming so spur of the moment. She really should've thought that through. The fling with Lindsey had really just been about satisfying her curiosity... being with a woman seemed less emotionally dangerous than being with a man, she wasn't sure why. The thought that Sirius and George would join her and Lindsey never crossed her mind... the idea that she would wake up in bed between the two and proceed to have the best sex of her life with them had never occurred to her. Could she go back to being only friends with them now that that line had been crossed? What did they expect from her? Did they want anything from her at all? This was probably the only truly stupid thing she had ever done: risked two wonderful friendships and her living situation with a night... and morning... of passion. She wasn't sure her feelings would remain merely friendly toward them after sharing that with them... they had always teetered towards more with out adding the sex.

Oh, Merlin, what if Harry or Ron found out? Or Merlin, Mrs. Weasley! She'd never be welcomed at the Burrow again.

Her stomach rumbling pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts. She mentally shook herself, deciding that she would not be embarrassed or ashamed. What they'd done earlier wasn't shameful. They were consenting adults who cared about each other and chose to explore that in a physical, sexual way. No one got hurt, everyone was respectful and considerate. No promises made or implied... just a bit of fun. It was fine; even if she had woken up alone. Fine. Brilliant. Good.

She went to slide out of bed and noticed that her dressing gown was laid carefully across the blankets waiting for her to slip it on. She smiled down at it, wondering which man had fetched it from the back of her bathroom door... probably Sirius as it was on his side of the bed. See? Considerate. That small act made the small cold ball of worry in her chest melt slightly. He may have left before she awoke, but he'd been thinking about her when he did. She stood and wrapped the soft linen around her bare shoulders and tide the sash around her waist. She smiled as she stepped into the slippers that had also been set out for her.

A few minutes later she exited the loo and made her way towards the sound of Sirius and George's voices and the smell of bacon in the kitchen.

"There she is!" Sirius exclaimed over his shoulder from his position near the cooker. "Sandwich, love?" He asked, pausing in his movements to give her a top to toe look. She found herself flushing even though her dressing gown covered her from her neck to mid-shin. He winked and she giggled despite herself.

"Yes, I'd love one, thanks." She said settling primly into a chair as George sat a cuppa down in front of her, made exactly as she liked it. She smiled shyly up at him and he winked in response. Maybe things would be okay...

She sipped her tea and a slip of parchment on the table caught her attention. She picked it up and read it quietly, noticing that George and Sirius seemed to be watching her out of the corners of their eyes, both going still.

Lovebirds,

I hope you don't mind that I scarpered this morning. It was entirely too domestic for me, the three of you all cuddled up. Now that the three of you have finally copped to wanting each other, you won't need me any more. Maybe I'll pop back in now and then, I have a feeling you wouldn't mind...
So, I'm off to find another pretty bookworm to corrupt- though none can compete with Hermione, you two had better take care of her or I'll come back and do it for you. Again.

It's been fun!

Lindsey

Hermione lowered the paper to the table and glanced between the curious and slightly wary expressions of the two men watching her. "She's not coming back?" She asked in surprise.

"Looks that way." Sirius answered in a tone that gave little away. Was he annoyed with her that she's gotten in the way of his regular lay?

"Sirius... I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

He cut her off. "No, no, love!" He came around and leaned a hip against the table as George plopped into the chair on her other side. "Lindsey doesn't do feelings. She made that clear from the beginning." Feelings? Hermione felt a flutter of something in her chest as Sirius paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Best I can tell it got a little too close to meaning something so she cut bait and ran."

"Meaning something... to her?" Hermione asked, slightly confused.

"No, she's not the type to hang around for a cuddle. If she ever stays with me... after... it's only because she dozes off or is just too lazy to floo home immediately. She's never there when I wake up. Which has always been fine with me." Hermione still looked confused so he gave her a small smile and continued. "We three?" He gestured between all of them. "We stay until morning. And then we have a lazy round two, then we stay and go back to sleep. Then we come down to have a meal together. That's not Lindsey's scene."

She did not fail to notice his use of the present tense but didn't know quite what to make of it. "Is it... is it your scenes?" She looked hesitantly between them as George smirked and Sirius chuckled.

"I made you a sandwich and he made you tea. What do you think, woman?"

She smiled sheepishly as her cheeks heated. Sirius slid off the table to sit as George Summoned their plates. They ate in companionable silence and she carried their plates to the sink when they finished. George stretched his arms over his head and she couldn't help but watch as his shirt pulled up, exposing a couple inches of pale stomach above his pajama trousers.

"Well. I've got to spend some time at the shop today... something about running a successful business, I'm not sure." He grinned at his own humor but stayed sitting as he finished off his tea.

"Bloody work." Sirius commiserated as he stood and walked over to Hermione. "I've got to run as well." She watched him close the distance between them and stood frozen in surprise when he cupped her chin in his hand and pressed the gentlest of kisses on her lips. It only lasted a moment, but it warmed her all the way to her toes. "I'll see you both later." He said, winking yet again as he walked away. He clapped George on the shoulder as he passed, letting his fingers trail across the man's back as he walked away.

"Take a Decoy Detonator with you!" He called over his shoulder. "Percy probably hasn't gotten his heart rate up in ages!"

Hermione giggled as George hopped up and deposited his mug into the sink. She wondered what was going to happen... was he going to be as blatant as Sirius? It appeared he was indeed, as he sauntered closer with a slightly wicked smirk. God help her, she was in trouble. Could she handle these two? She might spontaneously combust from the looks alone. He paused and it seemed that he was giving her a chance to duck away but she did not. Her eyes flicked from his teasing blue eyes to his lips and that seemed all the go ahead he needed. He swooped in and tipped her backwards over his arm and caught her surprised squeal in his mouth. She clung to him, nearly horizontal as he kissed her as well as their grins would allow. After a moment he stood her back up and she swatted his arm.

"Have to be dramatic, don't you?" She asked smoothing her hair back in her best attempt to not appear flustered.

"'Course." He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Have a good day, love."

That evening George found her in the library looking through some disturbing books for a particular spell and wasted no time in interrupting her. She looked up when he entered and set her book to the side, taking in his appearance... he looked quite good. His waistcoat and cloak had been taken off, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his top two buttons were undone. She couldn't stop her eyes from roving down his long legs as he toed off his shoes. The memory of how they spent their morning flashed through her mind.

"I believe you need a break." He said as he picked her up and settled her across his lap, his hands placed familiarly against her hips. She gasped when he settled her in close and she felt him already hard beneath his trousers. Liquid heat surged through her veins and she felt her breath catch in her throat. "Been thinking about you." He said as one hand slid under her hair to pull her down into a kiss. The lingering thoughts of work fled her mind as he kissed her lazily but thoroughly. His tongue glided along hers and his teeth nipped enticingly. She shivered and pressed herself firmly against his chest, he groaned in response and his large hand flattened on her lower back to press her even closer. She heard a small sound of pleasure that she realized was her own as she rocked her hips against him, her body already craving his. It only took a few moments of heated snogging before he slid his hands up her back and eased her shirt up and off, her bra quickly joining it on the floor. He immediately ducked his head and licked a trail down her chest until he captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked it greedily. It seemed to be wired directly to her clitoris; she felt the flicks of his tongue as a pulse between her legs. Her head fell back as she clung to his shoulders and she let him have his way with her. Her mind floated in a haze of arousal as his tongue and teeth grazed over first one and then the other breast and before long her breath was coming in soft moans and pleas. His hands were firm on her hips as they rocked together and he straightened to capture her lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss. She frantically worked his shirt out of his trousers and the buttons through the holes before he none-too-gently pushed her off his lap with a muttered oath.

"Strip, woman." He said as he stood and fumbled with his belt. She kept her gaze on his eyes with the pupils blown wide with lust as she hastened to remove her jeans and knickers. The instant they had kicked their trousers away he pulled her back down onto his lap. They moaned into each others mouth at the feel of hot skin against the other. Without hesitation she shifted up and plunged a hand between them to guide him as she lowered herself down onto his length.

They both moaned at the hot slide of him inside her. Hermione stilled for a moment; this was always one of her favorite parts of sex... the initial feeling of finally being filled. To her pleasure George seemed content to enjoy the moment as well... many men seemed to think it was best to start pounding away. She moaned quietly and began to rock slightly, pulling him in deeper and setting the tempo for a slow, thorough romp.

They were so caught up in the moment that she gasped in surprise when long arms wound around her from behind. A quick glance showed Sirius' lips descending to her shoulder and she leaned into his embrace as she moved slowly on George.

"Quite the show." He murmured, his voice in a lower register than she'd ever heard before. "What a way to welcome a man home..." He said as his hands cupped her breasts and tweaked the hardened tips. "Doesn't she feel good, George?"

"Fuck, yes." George ground out as he watched Sirius' hands on her breasts. His leaned his head back on the sofa and looked at them trough hooded eyes. "Perfect."

"How does he feel, love?" He asked, pinching both nipples and pulling gently.

She moaned and finally gasped, "So good." She smiled through the haze at George who smiled back. She'd never had sex like this... where partners talked to each other so freely like Sirius did, where lazy smiles were given and returned.

"Lean forward." He commanded softly with a gentle hand on her back. She didn't question him but rocked forward to press her chest against George's. He skin was warm and damp with sweat, his muscles were hard... his hands gripped her hips firmly. His pale skin was so beautifully flushed that she couldn't resist tasting it and she pressed hot open mouth kisses along his neck and shoulder, biting and licking as she went. She reveled in the sounds it wrung out of him. Sirius was busy trailing similar kisses down her spine, raising gooseflesh and shivers along her skin. He reached her lower back and she made a sound of protest when she no longer felt his mouth on her. She looked around to see him settling between George's spread knees and he winked up at her before pressing a large hand against her lower back. She obeyed and flattened herself against George. His other hand gripped George's hand and her hip and stilled the movement and she didn't even have time to wonder what he was doing before she felt his mouth trail rapidly down her lower back, lower still until his tongue trailed across her bum and she felt her muscles clench. George ground out a quiet curse at the sensation and gripped her tightly. She let her head drop to his shoulder as Sirius teased her entrance with his tongue and lips for a few breathless minutes. His tongue continued lower until it was no longer on her, but George's startled gasp solved her curiosity about where he had gone. Then she felt him again, Sirius was licking and sucking on her and George where they were joined. That was... the hottest thing ever. Her thoughts were quickly derailed when he pulled away and placed a slick finger against her bum and slowly eased it inside, all the way to the knuckle. Her breath shuddered out, especially when George began thrusting gently up into her.

She mumbled some kind of praise at both of them and was rewarded with George's hand on her breast and Sirius slowly sliding a second finger in. This was heaven. Absolute, complete, utter heaven. Her breath sobbed out as they relentlessly worked her and she began rocking her hips to meet Sirius' fingers and George's shallow thrusts. She felt the tightening in her belly and a tingling sensation crawl up her back as the pleasure climbed.

"Oh... please don't stop, please..." She begged and neither man did, in fact Sirius added another finger and she came with a cry and ground down onto both of them, forcing Sirius' fingers and George's erection deeper.

"Oh, fuck," George ground through gritted teeth as he resisted the pull of his own orgasm. She collapsed onto his sweaty chest and gloried in the sensation of four hands cruising over her skin as they let her recover. It only took a moment to remember that neither of them had come, George still inside her and Sirius now hard against her bum.

"Ready, love?" He asked in a voice tight with want. She looked at him questioningly and he lifted her slowly off of George and turned her around to face him. They both groaned at the loss but Sirius just chuckled as he settled her back in George's lap. "No worries, we are no where close to finished. Lean back." He told her and she obeyed readily, her muscles still lax from orgasm, though the tension was quickly building with anticipation for whatever was coming next. Or whomever.

Sirius quickly settled between both their legs and immediately set his mouth to her, sucking at her lips and clitoris. She bucked her hips against his mouth at the onslaught of sensation. George made shushing noises in her ear and hugged her tightly with one arm while the other hand played gently with her breast, pinching softly, running his fingertips across the nipple. She moaned long and low, she had no idea there was this much pleasure to be had. Sirius shifted and applied all his attention to her clitoris, running his tongue in flat strokes across it making the most delicious friction. Her legs were shaking in a matter of minutes. She'd just felt the hint of impending orgasm when he pulled away, she nearly cried in disappointment.

"Lift her up, George." Sirius instructed, grinning cheekily at her attempt at a glare and four hands moved to her hips as they lifted her off of George's lap. She only had a moment to wonder what was happening when Sirius' hand left her hips and she felt George's breath choke in his throat. Then she felt the blunt head of George's erection, wet and slick from their previous activities, pressed against her bum and it finally clicked what was about to happen. Dear. God. Both of them. At the same time. She nearly came at the thought alone. Sirius' hands moved back to her hips and held her in place though as his mouth descended again and he resumed his previous task. It was maddening, the feeling of pressure at her entrance but not being filled. She squirmed a bit and felt Sirius chuckle against her. George's breath was hot in an anticipation against her cheek.

"Alright, love?" He asked hoarsely.

She let her head fall back on his shoulder and made some noise of affirmation. She was more than alright. Sirius sucked her clit into his mouth at the same moment as he reduced his support on her hips and after a moment of increased pressure George's erection slipped passed the ring of muscle and the pair of them gasped at the sensation. Sirius slowly lowered her down the rest of the way as she and George both struggled for breath... she could tell George was trying his best to stay still. The feeling of George in her bum was overwhelming and so, so good. Sirius' tongue and mouth became more insistent and between the two sensations she was sent over the edge less than two minutes after settling fully onto George. Her breath sobbed out in incomprehensible mumbles and George's hands were like vices on her hips. Sirius sucked and licked through her orgasm until she had to push him away. This time he left her no time to recover, he merely got to his knees, lined himself up and pushed into her still pulsating pussy.

All three groaned in a mix of exclamations and swears. Sirius set a slow and steady rhythm that George matched from below and Hermione had no choice but to lay on George and let them take her. She watched Sirius from her position on George's shoulder and his gaze flicked between hers and George's.

"Alright, Georgie?" Sirius asked with a breathless smirk.

"Bloody brilliant." George answered through clenched teeth.

This was far and away the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her and the feeling of both of them moving inside her was exquisite. Her breath began to catch as a third orgasm impossibly built. She had never in her life had multiple orgasms. The men sped up in response, eager for their own release.

"She tasted so good..." Sirius said, smirking at George. "I can still taste her," He added after his tongue darted across his bottom lip.

"Merlin, I bet she does." He responded, his hands snaking up to her breasts again. To her, and George's, surprise Sirius leaned forward and captured George's mouth in a heated kiss. Hermione had a perfect view of their lips pressed together and the sight of Sirius' tongue plunging into George's mouth. They moaned into the kiss and increased the tempo of their thrusts.

Okay, that was the hottest thing ever. Her mind short circuited as the sight of them snogging sent her careening over the edge, her hands scrabbling for something to cling to as her clenching muscles tightened on them. They broke their kiss and with harsh breaths and ragged thrusts they plunged after her. With muscles locked and muttered praise they emptied themselves into her. She did her best to rock her hips through their orgasm, making it as good as possible for all three of them as she nearly wept with pleasure at the sensation of them coming inside her.

After a moment they collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of George who grunted but didn't make an effort to move.

"Fucking hell." One of them said and she whimpered an affirmation. Fucking hell indeed.