Author's Note: Aaand... we have the conclusion. This chapter is also smut. Not apologizing for this. Just like I'm not apologizing for the tiny bit of Wolfstar mentioned… Enjoy! Massive, massive love to chiseplushie for beta services rendered! Thank you so much, my friend! Thanks, too, to ShayaLonnie for alpha encouragement. Hearts to you!

Thanks, Worthfull1

P.S. I own nothing, anything recognizable belongs to the lovely Ms. Rowling.

For Sable…


Chapter 7: Whole

January 2, 1999

The Haven

Sirius heard the soft patter of approaching feet, but kept his eyes closed, almost hoping she would think he was asleep and go back upstairs. His nose twitched as she came closer, the scents of sex, Remus, and her own musky ambrosia - a smell he was all too familiar with now - making him more lightheaded than the firewhisky in his hand.

He opened his eyes, then slammed them shut again. "Hermione," he whined. "Why are you naked?"

"Because I thought it'd be the easiest way to seduce you."

"To seduce me?!" Sirius yelped. "Kitten, you've got a pre-moon werewolf upstairs. You don't need me!"

"But I want you."

Sirius couldn't help but look at her then, eyes roving her body hungrily. From those pretty feet whose toes he liked to suck, up her lean legs to the juncture in between that looked a little damp, and then up a little higher to the mark Greyback had left. He could almost taste the skin of her stomach and hear her giggle when he ran his tongue over a ticklish spot just below her left breast. And those breasts… full and beautiful… perfect handfuls with dusky peaks, like a cherry on a cupcake. He remembered nibbling her collarbone, and the whine she made when he did.

But then his eyes caught the mark on her shoulder. Remus' mark. The mark that said she wasn't his anymore. It wasn't the only mark on her body either; she looked well-fucked, and he struggled to tamp down his jealousy.

He swallowed hard. "I don't know what game you're playing, Hermione - "

"I believe it's called a 'triad'," she interrupted.

His eyes snapped to hers. "How do you know about triads?" he asked, incredulous. Triads were old magic, known only by the oldest pureblood families, and knowledge about them was imparted more through oral history than in books.

She shrugged. "I have my ways," she said simply, and Sirius' eyes narrowed.

"Hermione, this isn't fair, and it isn't fun."

"The Ministry has a library," she said, taking Sirius' firewhisky from his hand and sipping it. "And it's got all sorts of interesting books, on all sorts of interesting subjects."

"Like triads?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes. I've been looking into them."

"Since when?"

"Since you made love to me last week."

Sirius looked away from her. He'd known then that his emotions had been too close to the surface, but he hadn't been able to help himself. He should have known it would come back to bite him in the arse. All good things in his life did eventually.

"That wasn't just sex, Sirius. For either of us. Even I know that."

"You're Remus' now, kitten," he said gently. "That mark on your shoulder says so. Remus loves you. And I think you may love him, too."

"I do," Hermione admitted. "But not more than I love you."

His breath caught. "Hermione," he began, looking at her sadly, "if you've been looking into triads, then you know they very rarely work. And when they're broken, the magic of all three involved is fractured."

She nodded. "Yes, I did read that. I also read that when they're created from genuine love, they make the magic of all three stronger. I love you, Sirius. I'm willing to take that chance."

"What about Remus?"

"If there was anyone in the world I could share with," the man in question said from the doorway, making Sirius jump, "it would be you, Padfoot." Remus moved into the room and took Sirius' glass of firewhisky from Hermione, draining the rest.

"You're on board with this, Moony?" Sirius asked.

Remus hummed. "I'm willing to try. Hermione's quite persuasive when she puts her mind to it. It's a bit unnerving, if I'm honest."

"It is unnerving," Sirius agreed. "Who knew she had Slytherin tendencies?"

Hermione scowled as the two wizards discussed her as though she wasn't in the room standing naked between them. "Ahem," she cleared her throat pointedly.

"Yes, love?" Remus asked mildly.

She looked at him, then at Sirius. "You two are going to be a lot of trouble, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes."

"Most probably."

"Lots."

"You really haven't thought this through, have you, Hermione?" Remus teased.

"We may have a few years behind us, kitten," Sirius cut in, "but we're still Marauders."

Hermione huffed and stuck her chin out. "I wouldn't have you any other way," she declared, straddling Sirius. His hands came to rest naturally on her hips and she relaxed at the familiar contact. "I love you, Sirius. I want you," she told him, winding her arms around his neck. "Will you make us three?"

Sirius' eyes darkened and his breathing quickened. "This is dangerous, Hermione," he said.

"What's life without a little risk?" she argued.

He snorted. "Don't use my own words against me! What do I know about anything?"

"That is a good point, actually - "

"Shut up, Remus."

"Both of you shut up!" Hermione ordered. "And kiss me," she told Sirius, leaning in.

Groaning, he closed the distance and took her mouth. He was only flesh and blood, after all, and his blood was heading south. Rapidly.

Hermione responded immediately, moulding her body to his. Sirius kissed her as though his life depended on it, and she reciprocated, latching on to his neck when he pulled away to take a breath. He growled low when she nibbled at his pulse point the way she knew he liked.

"Oh, gods, kitten," he breathed, one hand tangling in her curls while the other grabbed a handful of arse. Looking up, he caught Remus licking his lips and rubbing the front of his trousers, which were hanging low on his hips. The werewolf hadn't bothered with a shirt. "Didn't take you for a voyeur, Moony."

Remus' eyes glowed as he shrugged. "Would you be able to resist watching her?" he asked.

"No," Sirius sighed as Hermione made her way down his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and tracing tattoos with her tongue as she went. "No, I wouldn't." Tugging on her hair, he brought her head back up. "You sure about this, love? We do this… and that's it. You're ours. Completely."

"And you're mine. Both of you. Completely," she responded, that defiant spark in her eyes that Sirius loved.

"And you're both mine," came a low rumble from Remus.

Hermione looked around at him and saw his eyes were gold again, although he wasn't looking at her. His gaze was locked on Sirius and from the heat of his stare, she was surprised Sirius hadn't spontaneously combusted yet.

"Get up a minute, kitten," Sirius instructed quietly, nudging her up and off him. He stood as well and took a step towards Remus.

The two men squared off for a long moment before reaching for each other at the same time, and Hermione thought briefly of the nature documentaries her father liked to watch. There was aggression in the kiss, a clash of dominants in the way they bit at each other's mouths and clawed at each other's bodies, but there was something deeper as well, and it suddenly came to her that this was not the first time it had happened.

Knees suddenly unable to support her, she sunk down into Sirius' vacated chair and watched the spectacle in front of her. Remus would win - that she knew - the only question was how much fight Sirius would put up. That was answered less than a minute later when Remus disengaged his mouth from Sirius' and, snarling, went for his neck instead, sinking his teeth in directly over the spot Hermione had nibbled earlier.

"Ahh… fuck, Moony," Sirius groaned, submitting finally. Remus let up, pulling back a bit and licking the mark he'd made. It hadn't been hard enough to break the skin, but there would be a nice, purple bruise there later. "Is that the way it's gotta be?" Sirius asked him.

Remus nodded shakily. "Yeah, I think so, Pads."

The corner of Sirius' mouth lifted in a smirk. "Well, alright, then," he said.

"Really?" Remus asked, his eyes searching the other man's face.

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

Remus shook his head. "No, no 'think so'. This is permanent, Sirius. Exclusive. You need to know."

Sirius stared at him for a long moment. "In that case, I know so," he said finally. He turned to Hermione. "Enjoying yourself, kitten?" he asked, but she wasn't looking at him. Instead, she was frowning at Remus.

"You got pissy with me earlier for not telling you about my time with Sirius," she accused, and Remus' stance became sheepish. "Am I right in thinking this - " she gestured at them " - has happened before?"

Remus let go of Sirius. "I would have told you about it. Just - "

"Just what?"

"Just not now," he admitted, sighing as he repeated her words to him hours earlier.

Sirius started laughing. "Mate! You two haven't been together officially a full day yet and you're already in the dog house?!"

"Shut up, Sirius."

"Unbelievable," Sirius said, shaking his head, then looking at Hermione. "It's only happened twice, Hermione. Once in school, and once during the summer after we reunited in the Shrieking Shack."

"We were curious as teenagers," Remus elaborated, "and after I resigned my teaching post - being together again after so long…"

"It just happened," Sirius finished. "We didn't go all deep and meaningful on each other, it just happened," he explained, but Hermione continued to scowl.

"It's alright, Hermione," Remus said. "I felt the same way when you were kissing Sirius."

Hermione blinked and flushed, and Sirius realized her sudden mood was due to jealousy from the bond. However much she wanted to make them a triad, Sirius wasn't officially a part of them yet and, as such, the new magic flowing through her saw him as an interloper rather than a participant.

"So… how do we do this?" he asked.

Remus let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. "I… I'm not entirely sure," he said, glancing at the clock on the mantle which showed it was already early afternoon, "but we should probably do it soon."

"The bond… would be stronger to… to do it… the way we did it. Wouldn't it?" Hermione stuttered, looking to Remus for guidance.

The man shrugged. "You're the one who's been reading up on triads, love. You tell us."

"Careful, there," Sirius advised Remus. "She likes being bossy in bed."

"Yeah, I noticed that earlier."

"Did you?"

"Mmm."

Hermione's eyes narrowed and she decided to take back control of the situation. Standing, she walked up to Remus, grabbed the back of his head and yanked his mouth down to hers. When his chest rumbled a warning at her dominance, she softened, leaning into him. They broke apart and she tilted her head to the side, offering her bitten shoulder to let him know she had no intention of taking the power away from him. While he nuzzled her mark, she undid his trousers and shoved them down, taking his length in hand.

"Sit on the sofa," she told him between strokes.

Remus cocked a questioning eyebrow, but did as she instructed. Hermione followed, kneeling on the cushion next to him and reaching again for his cock. When he was hard, she bent down, arching her back. Making eye contact with Sirius, she jerked her head, wordlessly offering him her backside.

The two men shared a look of understanding before Remus' eyes fluttered shut as Hermione's tongue went to work on him. Sirius shed his unbuttoned shirt and kicked off his jeans, then moved in behind her. He cocked his head and smirked, enjoying the view. He'd never get tired of seeing her on display for him.

Knowing she was probably expecting his cock, Sirius knelt instead, bringing him face-to-face with her wetness and smoothed his hands over her raised bum. She'd told him before that she enjoyed giving head, but seeing how excited it made her was a whole different thing. She was positively dripping.

Hermione gave a muffled yelp when she felt a tongue lap at her and Remus groaned in response. Sirius took a minute to enjoy himself before Remus grunted impatiently.

"Get on with it, Sirius!" he snapped, his voice rough.

Hermione felt Sirius chuckle against her and give one more smacking kiss to her core before disappearing. There was a terrible moment where she felt bereft, then strong hands were once again on her hips and Sirius was pressing into her.

"Shit!" Remus bit out as Hermione whined around him. He was close. Reaching a hand under her, his fingers found her swollen nub. The three of them moaned together at the erotic feeling of Remus rubbing just above where she and Sirius were joined. He could feel the raven-haired wizard moving in her and Sirius got a little extra stimulation as his cock ghosted over Remus' digits.

Sirius bent over Hermione, getting as close to Remus as he could when the other man's head dropped back in pleasure. "Don't. Forget. About. Me. Moony," he grunted in time with his thrusts.

"Just say when," Remus groaned.

Sirius sped up, his fingers digging into Hermione's waist, and when he felt her movements stuttering he began to let go. "Now! Now! Now!" he shouted, and Remus' hand shot out to grip his hair and yank him to his mouth. Sharp teeth pierced his neck and Sirius cried out as his magical core swelled and hummed with the new bond.

He didn't even realize, until Hermione elbowed him in the ribs, that it was all over and he'd collapsed on top of her.

"Sorry, love," Sirius breathed, untangling himself from her and falling onto the far end of the sofa. Hermione flopped onto her back, laying her head in Remus' lap and her feet in Sirius'. "You okay?" he asked her.

She nodded and smiled at him. "I'm great. You?"

"I'm fantastic, kitten," he smirked. "Just been inside you, haven't I?"

Hermione snorted and kicked his thigh playfully. "Remus, what about you? Are you okay?"

The werewolf didn't answer, and Hermione looked up to see him slumped, boneless, his head resting on the back of the sofa, mouth wide open, and the only sign of life was the slow rise and fall of his chest. Alarmed momentarily, she relaxed when he gave a loud snore, causing her and Sirius to burst out laughing and wake him.

Remus snarled at being disturbed, but he sighed when Hermione ran her hand up his chest. "Sorry," he apologized hoarsely. "Didn't mean to nod off."

"I think you should go back to bed," she said. "You've still got a couple of hours before you take your last dose of Wolfsbane. I'll wake you for it."

He nodded tiredly. "Alright. Come with me? We'll set our wand alarms to make sure we're up in time."

"Okay," Hermione replied, giving him a smile. "You coming, Sirius?"

The animagus yawned and stretched before answering. "In a bit. I'm starved. Gonna go get a curry first."

"Aw, not curry," Remus whined.

Sirius frowned. "What's wrong with curry?"

"You mean other than the fact that Padfoot's stomach can't handle it and if you eat it now, you'll spend the entire night farting at me? Other than that, nothing!"

Hermione started laughing and Sirius scowled before standing, dislodging Hermione's legs, and reached for his jeans.

"Just for that, I'm getting extra spicy," he threatened, doing up his zip and grabbing his shirt as he stomped out of the room.

"Is that true?" Hermione asked Remus, still laughing.

"Unfortunately, yes," Remus said. "Filthy mutt. Come on, I want to lay down."

"Not yet," Sirius said, walking back in with a plate. "You need to eat, too, Mr. I-puke-up-my-socks-in-the-morning-if-I-take-my-potion-on-an-empty-stomach." He set the plate of extremely rare steak down on the coffee table and looked at Hermione. "Make sure he finishes that, will you, kitten?"

"Of course," she said. Sirius winked at her and a few moments later, they heard the front door open and close.

Remus' nose wrinkled at the smell of food, but he knew Sirius was right, so he allowed Hermione to fuss over him until he'd eaten the whole thing. By the time he was done, Sirius had returned with a curry and he and Hermione shared it while Remus yawned, waiting patiently for them to finish. Once it was cleared away, he stood, intending to go back upstairs, but he swayed and had to grab onto the arm of the sofa for balance.

"Remus?" Hermione asked, worried.

"It's alright, love. I'm just a bit dizzy, is all. Pads, could you help?"

"'Course, mate," Sirius said, moving to Remus' side and throwing the werewolf's arm around his shoulders.

"Should we apparate you?" Hermione asked.

"No," Sirius answered while Remus shook his head. "That'll just make him nauseous. He's really drained right now, so we'll just take it slow and steady up the stairs and get him into bed."

Slow and steady is right, Hermione thought as she picked up Remus' trousers from the floor and followed behind the two men. They had to pause several times to let Remus catch his breath before going up another couple of stairs and stopping again. She'd never been allowed near him this close to the moon, so her mind went into overdrive as she catalogued each and every movement; from the way his skin turned ashen to the gold steadily creeping into his eyes, from the exhaustion that seemed to come from nowhere to the way he began limping - a result of the broken leg he'd suffered during the final battle.

It all went into her mental filing cabinet, and she began taking notes on care and prevention. She may not be able to cure lycanthropy - although she was damn sure going to give it a go, not that Remus needed to know anything about that yet - but she could make his transformations a tiny bit more bearable.

Finally, they reached the bedroom and Sirius carefully helped Remus lay down. Hermione crawled in next and allowed Remus to pull her to him, tucking her into his body and curling protectively around her. Sirius set his wand to alert them when it was time for Remus' potion, then climbed in behind Hermione and the three settled down for a nap.

They were awoken a short time later when Sirius' wand buzzed. The animagus fetched the smoking potion and Remus drank it down, grumbling the whole time, then laid his head down on Hermione's stomach. She carded her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp, and squawked when he suddenly shifted south, intent on replacing the taste of Wolfsbane on his tongue for something infinitely more palatable…


January 3, 1999

The Haven

The next morning found Sirius once again helping Remus up the stairs but, this time, there was a naked, brunette witch asleep in the bed waiting for them. Hermione hadn't yet bathed, and Remus breathed deep as he laid down beside her, the scent of her skin acting as a soothing balm for his sore muscles and aching joints.

Sirius threw the covers over them and turned to leave. Remus shot him a questioning look. "You two rest. I'm going to take a shower and start some food. It's Sunday, remember? You don't have to be back at Hogwarts until this evening."

Remus nodded tiredly and mouthed 'okay'. Sirius grabbed his wand and left the room, closing the door quietly. He turned to go across the hall to his room, but found himself face-to-face with his godson.

"Harry!" he exclaimed, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.

The young man gave him an easy smile. "Morning. Remus alright?" he asked, nodding towards the closed door. "How was the moon?"

"Good! The moon was… uh, it was good. Remus is… he's good."

Harry chuckled at Sirius' stammering. "Are you alright?"

Sirius grinned ruefully. "Yeah. Just wasn't expecting you, is all."

"Clearly," Harry replied, amused, but his grin faltered when his eyes fell on Sirius' neck. "Sirius?"

Fuck, Sirius swore internally. He'd been hoping that his hair would have hid the bite mark. He sighed. "Look, Harry, there have been some… er, some things have happened - not like that!" he rushed to reassure his godson who was suddenly looking worried. "Good things, I mean!" He rubbed the back of his neck. "Why don't you go start some tea, and I'll get cleaned up and meet you downstairs, huh? Please?"

Harry looked like he wanted to argue, but nodded and turned to go back downstairs.


Well, that could have gone a lot worse, Sirius thought to himself as he sipped a cup of very strong tea and tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his jaw. He smiled when Hermione padded into the kitchen, yawning and wearing nothing but the shirt he'd left in Remus' room. He gave her a crooked grin, but winced when she kissed his bruised cheek.

She pulled back immediately and ran gentle fingers over his face. "Did that happen last night?"

"No," Sirius shook his head. "Happened a few minutes ago." Hermione frowned, confused. "Harry was here," he told her.

Hermione gasped and her hands flew over her mouth as she sat hard on the chair next to his. "And?" she whispered.

"And… and he knows," Sirius confirmed, "but this is all the damage he did," he said, gesturing to his face, "so I think it's safe to say he'll be okay with it."

"Do… do you really think so?" she asked shakily.

Sirius rubbed her knee soothingly. "Yeah, I think so."


January 4, 1999

Hogwarts' Great Hall

Remus placed his napkin next to his empty place and pushed away from the Head Table. Nodding to Minerva, he made his way through the House tables, pausing to speak to a couple of students before exiting the Great Hall. As he approached the large double doors, however, Harry suddenly appeared. Remus barely had time to register the younger man's presence before a solid right hook to the jaw sent him staggering back and falling heavily on the marble floor.

"Mr. Potter!" Minerva screeched, leaping to her feet.

Harry raised his hands. "It's alright, Headmistress! I've said my piece. Everything's cool," he assured her before offering a hand to the Marauder leaning up on his elbows and shaking his head.

Remus looked suspiciously at Harry's hand, but Harry smiled at him, so he accepted it.

"Morning, Remus," Harry said cheerfully.

"Harry," Remus greeted. "Are we good now?"

"Yep."

"Good. Er… what about Ron?" Remus asked.

For some reason, this made Harry grin even wider. "Nah, you don't have to worry about Ron," he said. "He hasn't stopped laughing yet!"

Remus, who was dusting himself off, paused and stared. "Laughing?" he repeated.

Harry nodded. "Laughing."

"Ah - "

"Mister Potter! Professor Lupin!" Minerva interrupted, using the tone of voice that instantly made both Harry and Remus shove their hands in their pockets and duck their heads as though they'd just discovered how fascinating their shoes were. "My office. Now. I expect a full explanation of this."

She swept out of the Hall without even checking to see if they were following and Harry and Remus looked at each other as the students snickered. Harry shrugged and Remus nodded.

"Yes, Professor," they chorused.


The End