Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: Ligeia
Pairing: SB/RL, HG
Rating: PG-13 + R for the illustration
Category: PWP
Summary: Hermione sees something unexpected.
A/N: Written for the "In Like A Lion" ficathon at pervy_werewolf (lj community). I also did an accompanying illustration that can be found at the end of the fic.
All characters in the Harry Potter universe belong to JK Rowling. I'm just a devoted fan with an overactive imagination.
"Dinner's ready!" Molly Weasley called out from the kitchen at number 12 Grimmauld Place, wiping her hands on her apron. "Ron, put away that chessboard. Ginny, are you done with... Fred! George!" She shouted as the twins Apparated on either side of her. "How many times do I have to tell you..."
"No Apparating inside the house," they said in unison rolling their eyes. "Yeah, sorry mum."
"Sit down, sit down. Hermione, dear, would you tell Sirius and Remus dinner's ready? They must still be in Buckbeak's room."
"Yes, of course Mrs. Weasley," Hermione replied closing the book she was reading and stood up.
"Thank you, dear. And you know you can call me Molly, you're like a daughter to me."
"Yeah, a daughter-in-law," sniggered Fred. Ron blushed up to his ears and swatted him with a napkin.
"Be quiet if you want to have dessert, both of you," Molly admonished them.
Hermione could still hear Ron grumbling as she climbed the stairs. She was just a door away from Buckbeak's room when she heard a thud.
"Sirius, don't..."
Hermione frowned. What was Sirius up to? Perhaps setting up a prank for Snape's next visit? She wouldn't put it past him, he acted just like a teenager sometimes. She wondered how professor Lupin - Remus, she corrected herself - could stand him. She shook her head and tried to walk as quietly as possible, curious to find out what was going on.
The door was ajar and she cast a glance inside. What she saw was definitely not was she had been expecting.
Sirius was pinning Remus against the wall and... The only expression Hermione could think of to describe it was 'snogging him senseless'.
She was dumbfounded. She hadn't even known they were gay.
"Sirius..." Remus gasped turning his head away. "Stop..."
Sirius didn't seem discouraged at all by the weak protest and took advantage of Remus's movement to lick his throat. "Mmh... You know I love it when you tell me to stop..."
"No, please..." Remus moaned as Sirius bit the side of his neck. "The door... They... Anyone could walk in..."
"Yes, what would they think if they saw us like this?" Sirius replied, his hands slipping under Remus's shirt. "What would they say if they knew I tied you up and blindfolded you last night? They all think of you as kind, quiet professor Lupin. They don't know how naughty you really are..."
Hermione barely suppressed a squeak as Sirius reached down and rubbed Remus's crotch. She pulled herself together and tiptoed back to the top of the stairs, giving a very fake, but very loud, sneeze before calling them out.
"Remus! Sirius! Are you here? Dinner's ready!"
"Yes, thank you, Hermione," Sirius's voice rang out from Buckbeak's room. A moment later he poked his head out. "We're coming," he added with a grin.
Hermione turned round and rushed down the stairs.
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She woke up with a start. The room was dark, the sound of her ragged breathing filling the silence. Ginny was sleeping peacefully in the other bed.
Hermione sat up and reached for the bedside table, shivering a little as the cool night air met her damp skin. She couldn't quite remember what she had dreamed of, there were just fragmented images swirling in her head: a dimly lit room, yellow lights, herself wearing Harry's Invisibility Cloak. What she did know was that the dream had left her restless, sweaty and incredibly aroused.
She had never felt like that. Viktor Krum had kissed her the year before and his hands slipping under her robes had made her skin tingle, but that was nothing compared to what she was feeling now. She opened the drawer and reached inside, fumbling briefly before she found the Pensieve she had bought in Diagon Alley a few days earlier. Perhaps if she isolated the dream and looked at it in the morning, it would make some sense. She grabbed her wand and rested its tip against her temple, closing her eyes and concentrating on the images before they faded away completely. A tremor run down her spine as she slowly moved the wand away, feeling something being pulled from her mind. She opened her eyes and saw a thin silvery thread loosely wrapped around the tip of her wand. She carefully deposited the memory into the empty Pensieve, watching closely as it swirled around a couple of times and settled down.
She put the Pensieve back into the drawer, casting an Invisibubble around it for good measure, and went back to sleep.
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The next morning Hermione retired to her bedroom shortly after breakfast, saying she wanted to start reading one of her new books. Ginny was busy helping Molly with the laundry, Ron was engrossed in a Quidditch magazine and the twins were working on one of their secrets projects. She was quite sure nobody would disturb her for a while.
She sat down on her bed and picked up the Pensieve. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and leaned down.
It was like falling into a pit, damp and cold and endless. Until she gently landed, the surface under her feet feeling like a plush carpet. She slowly exhaled and opened her eyes.
And gaped at the scene before her.
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March 2005