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Wizards of Hogsmeade
Part 2: The Storm of The Century
Chapter 9: Gaunt Manor: The Coven
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Despite everything they had been through that night, there still seemed to be a bit of hesitation at initiating something that would change their relationship in unforeseen ways. So it’s not a total surprise to Hermione that Sirius takes the lead.
Sirius Black is everything you would expect of a wealthy heir and yet nothing you would expect at the same time. With an arrogant facade, he comes off as a man who knows he can have anything he wants and regularly takes it. And yet there can be little doubt what his capacity for love is when you spend just a short while observing his interactions with the people of Hogsmeade or his Coven Mates.
There is no name for what Sirius Black is, at least not like there's a name for what Hermione is, but she doesn’t think that fact would bother him were she to tell him. She can feel it in his magic, the way it moves around him, reaching out to her that he has more than likely always been aware of his magic, even if he didn’t have a name for it. He’s embraced it for most of his life and it shows in the way it wraps around her as he wraps himself around her.
Sirius kisses her, the taste of his magic electric. There’s a hint of tobacco on his tongue even though she’s never seen him light a cigarette yet. He’s warm, his body pressed against hers, muscles lean, hands strong. There’s a power in him, something meant to captivate the senses and he’s fully capable of using it to his advantage. Which he does now. His magic tingles against her nerve endings, her body flushing with the power he gives off. A feeling of comfort envelopes her and it takes a moment before she realizes he’s telling her that she’s safe with them. It only drives home the idea that she chose right.
Hermione gets lost in the feelings he wrings from her body, so much so that startles slightly as she feels James press up against her back, his hands joining the mix, his mouth settling on her neck. The surprise doesn’t last as he sucks at her pulse, wrenching a moan from her lips. She presses back against him, earning a groan in return. Sirius follows her, his hips never letting her part for long, ensuring she could feel the hardened line of his cock as much as she could feel James’ against her back.
They work together, their movements in sync making her wonder if they had done this together before. It certainly wouldn’t be a complete surprise, but Hermione thinks it had more to do with their magic than experience. Another sign that she had chosen wisely.
Time moves slowly as they work together to drive her crazy. Hands working over her body, stripping her of her dress, mouths working over her skin. She feels like she’s on fire, the spark of magic shooting through her with each touch and nip and slide of skin on skin. And in all that time, Remus hadn’t joined them. Hermione opens her eyes looking over Sirius’ shoulder to find Remus sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes sparking gold with his magic as he watches them. She meets his eye, holding his gaze, putting on a show just for him.
Hermione had realized almost immediately that Remus was the most powerful of their coven. Even without watching him create such a powerful storm she could already feel his power and the way his magic hovered in the air around him. It was almost animalistic, like a beast stalking prey, muscles coiled with potential. And oh how she wanted him to pounce.
“I need you.” she moans, voice pitched high as Sirius finds that place behind her ear.
“You have us.” James replies, slipping his hands between her and Sirius and cupping her bare sex. She gasps, nails digging into Sirius’ shoulders. He curses against her neck, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.
“More.” she begs. “I need more.”
“Then you’ll have it.” Remus’ voice sounds different, deeper, rougher. It rakes across her nerves and interestingly enough, judging by the way Sirius’ dick jumps against her abdomen, it clearly has an effect on him too.
Remus moves to stand beside them, taller than all of them, his eyes still flashing an amber like gold as his magic sparks around him. He reaches for her, pulling her free of his friends and lifting her against him. He backs up to the bed, sitting down and settling her across his lap, knees on either side of him. He grips her ribs, pulling her against him and beginning a careful assault of her senses, manipulating his magic around her in such a way that it feels like there are hundreds of fingers running along every inch of her body.
“Remus.” she gasps, her head falling back, ensuring she misses the look shared between the three men. The next thing she registers is the press of a body behind her as bare as her own. She looks over her shoulder to find Sirius standing there. He smirks at her.
“You wanted more, love.” he replies, her eyes tracing the tattoos across his skin. She reaches back for him and comes closer, pressing against her back, hands braced across her breasts. She hums, arching her back. She reaches for Remus as James, now also naked, comes into view behind him, climbing up on the bed. Fingers picking and plucking at buttons and zippers, she undresses Remus with only a bit of difficulty and when the final barrier between them is gone, she feels everything shift. The air sparks with their combined magic. Dizzy with pleasure she pushes Remus down to lay back, reaching between them to steady him before she slips down on him. He curses under his breath, fingers digging into her skin.
She waits only a moment to adjust before she begins to move, riding him slowly, with her hands braced on his chest.
“Don’t forget us, Kitten.” Sirius’ voice sounds and both she and Remus gasp at the feeling of his hand where they’re joined.
“Never.” she replies, reaching out for James to come closer. She does, kneeling beside them and Hermione reaches out and takes him into her hand. She strokes him a few times before leaning over and swallowing him down. James groans, his hands winding through her long curly hair. Behind her Sirius runs his fingers along her slit and around Remus’ cock, collecting the slick there and spreading it across his own cock, his eyes locked with Remus’ as if teasing him.
James watches as Sirius lines himself up behind her and eases himself out of her mouth before he begins pushing into her. He watches her face as he does so, her mouth dropping open as he stretches her around him, sliding in against Remus. Her mouth drops open, eyes rolling back at the delicious stretch.
“Fuck.” she moans, hands fisting in the bed sheets. James takes advantage of the moment, slipping his cock back into her mouth and she’s all too happy to pick up where she left off, even as Sirius and Remus silently coordinate their movements, one pulling out as the other pushes in, creating a rhythm that drives her insane.
It all seems to go so quickly after that, like a blur of movement and pleasure, she feels herself shaking, her magic rolling through her like crashing waves. She can feel a knot tightening within her, pleasure over taking her senses until it all comes crashing down around her, the world going dark around her.
“She passed out.” Sirius’ voice is distant as the darkness clears.
“Is she alright?” James asks.
“She’ll be fine.” Remus replies as she feels the cool sheets surround her. “She’s been freed from Riddle’s curse and is now the conduit for all of our magic, she’s just got to get used to all that power.” she feels them move around her, the bed shifting as they crawl in, curling around her.
Outside the storm begins to wane.