𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧
WITH Harry moving in with the three of you, you thought that your tiny family needed a change of scenery. The cottage in the woods was beautiful and it was the first ever home you’ve owned. It was more of a starter home and you’ve definitely outgrown it.
The Wizarding World has been quite hectic recently. The news of Voldemort being back caused an uproar among it’s citizens and the ministry. No one was safe, not even Voldemort's own followers. With Voldemort's return, something else had been awoken. Something far greater than any dark magic.
The Order of the Phoenix was back.
There were boxes that held all of your belongings scattered around the cottage. You were walking around the cottage looking for things that were lost or forgotten in the boxes. Every room was bare and stripped of all its belongings. After so many years in the same place, you were finally moving. 12 Grimmuald Place would now be your new home.
You were taking your last stroll around the cottage, reliving all of the memories that were made in this place. You would still own the cottage but it wasn’t the same as living in it. Maybe this could be a nice holiday home once you, Remus, and Sirius were old and gray.
“I’m going to miss this place,” you sighed as you walked down the stairs. Sirius and Remus were packing the last of your things into the boxes. You sat down on the last step and rested your head on your balled-up fists as you watched Remus and Sirius work.
Remus on blue jeans and a white shirt while Sirius had on black dress pants, a black button-up shirt, and a purple waistcoat. You liked that your two boys contrasted each other with the clothes that they wore yet. From the outside, they looked completely different but when they interacted with each other, they complemented each other perfectly.
Sirius finished packing your green lamp into a box and sealed it, “That’s the last of it.”
You stood up from your place on the steps and walked over to them. Click, click, click. The sound of your shoes echoed around the now-empty room. “Are you ready?” you asked no one in particular.
Moving back to Sirius’s childhood home was no easy task. You were sure he was dreading the decision to do so but with that being the location of the Order’s headquarters, it would be easier to live there than travel there whenever there was a meeting.
Remus and Sirius nodded their heads without saying a word. They weren’t particularly chatty this morning but you understood that change was hard. Everyone was scared and worried about what the future held.
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12 Grimmuald Place looked exactly the same way it looked the day Sirius had run away to live with James Potter. He was thankful to have someone as caring as James for a friend. Without him, Sirius is sure he would have died at the hands of his mother and father.
Having you and Remus there with him calmed his nerves a bit. The furniture was the same, the wallpaper was the same, the floor was the same, and the burns on the family tree were still there. The burns served as a memory that his family didn’t want him. Sirius didn’t care, he never did. The day he fell in love with you and Remus was the day he knew he had to leave his family. He knew that the Blacks would disown him sooner or later but having relations with a muggle-born witch and a half-blood werewolf definitely was the icing on the cake.
Kreacher, the house elf, appeared out of thin air to greet his new master. Sirius Black hated the wretched little thing.
“Master Black! Oh, how you broke my poor mistress's heart. Having relations with a mudblood and a werewolf,” Kretcher paced around the room. The poor house elf had been conditioned into believing such horrible things such as blood purity.
“Kreatcher, leave us,” Sirius ordered the trembling house elf. Kreacher obeyed his master and disappeared once again.
Your boxes were piled by the front door. The place was a mess. There was dirt everywhere from the floor to the ceiling.
“I have to clean this place. Can I clean this place?” you asked Sirius who shoved things away with his cane. Sirius had recently developed a new interest in rings and jewelry. He had multiple silver rings on his fingers. You particularly liked it when he would run his ring-clad fingers over your thighs late at night.
“Knock yourself out, just don’t go in Regulas’s room.”
Within fifteen minutes the entire house, minus Regulas’s room, was clean. Now, you would be able to sit on the furniture without having a cloud of dust fill your lungs a few seconds later. You were relaxing on the couch in the newly cleaned sitting room. Your feet were propped up on Sirius’s lap as you knitted a red and gold scarf for Harry. Sirius was flipping through the pages of a muggle magazine while he ran his hands up and down the parts of your exposed leg. The cold silver of his rings caused goosebumps to form all over your skin.
Remus was upstairs still unpacking his belongings. It would take Remus a while to get used to his surroundings. He missed the way things used to be, before Voldemort. He missed when things were normal, but nothing good ever happens when you’re a werewolf.
With the way things are in the Wizarding World, you thought that it was in your best interest to quit your job at the library in London. You would miss some of your co-workers like Bella, an older white woman who would offer the best advice or Winnifred, short blonde women that would often complement your outfits. To occupy your time, you began knitting again after stopping a year ago. You knitted scarves, hats, jumpers, and blankets. Anything that your heart desired was right at your fingertips.
Sirius was very keen on the idea of bringing all of your muggle devices to his childhood home. He was sure his mother was rolling in her grave the moment you turned on the television and the record player. With your and Remus’s presence in the house, Sirius already felt like the house that he spent most of his traumatic childhood in already felt more of a home.
“Sirius, I’m bored!” you whined. You’d been in the house for less than forty-eight hours.
“We can watch some television. I think Scooby-Doo might be on.” Sirius loved Scooby-Doo, not only because he related to the talking crime-fighting dog but also because he found Scrappy-Doo to be quite hilarious.
“No, I don’t want to watch TV. I want to dance!” you removed your legs from his lap and got up from the couch. You went over to the dark wooden dresser in the sitting room which held a small plant and your white record player. You flipped through the drawer where you kept all of your records, trying to find one that would appease your need to dance. Then, your fingers slid over the case of the iconic 1970’s supergroup, ABBA. You instantly put the record on the record player and stood back as it began to play.
The first song of the album wasn’t a good song to dance to but you still swayed to the music. You weren’t afraid to dance in front of Sirius or Remus. The three of you have done worse things together so you couldn’t be bothered by the thought of them judging your dancing.
The song ended and the next song started to play. The number one hit by ABBA played and echoed along the walls of the sitting room now, this was a song you could dance to. Dancing Queen was released when you and Lily were sixteen, not yet quite seventeen yet. The song reminded you so much of your youth. Growing up in 1970s England was nothing but a dream. The Beetles, Fleetwood Mac, Queen, and many more bands were at the height of their popularity. Not to mention how hot men's and women’s fashion used to be. You always wondered why men stopped wearing crop tops.
Sirius slowly made his way towards you, moving to the music. Sirius was a great dancer and an even greater performer. You could have sworn that he was a movie star in his past life. Sirius held out his hands towards you and you took them. The two of you swayed and spun to the sweet vocals of Agnetha and Annifried.
Remus had heard the record player begin to play downstairs but he couldn’t quite hear what was playing until he heard the familiar voices of Agnetha and Annifried. Everyone knew that no one was a bigger ABBA fan than Remus Lupin.
“You two are dancing to ABBA without me,” Remus crossed his arms over his chest.
“It was her idea, Remus,” Sirius said as he spun you under his arm and dipped you. At this angle, you could see that Remus had a playful smirk dancing across his face. You knew he wasn’t mad. How could anyone be mad when ABBA’s playing?
“Come dance with us, Rem!” you giggled as Sirius ran his hands down your back to rest on your hips. Remus obeyed and walked over from his place by the stairs and began to sway to the music. Remus wasn’t as good as a dancer as Sirius but he was almost up there. He had a bit of trouble moving his hips but with the right song, that would be forgotten. Right now, all that mattered was that the three of you were here together, happy and alive.
“May I cut in?” Remus tapped Sirius’s shoulder. Sirius let go of your hips and allowed Remus to dance with you. You guided Remus around the coffee table in the middle of the sitting room and laughed as he almost tripped over your feet several times. You lifted your arm to allow him to spin under them, which he did. You let go of one of Remus’s hands and held out the other towards Sirius who was dancing by himself. Sirius accepted it and placed his other hand in Remus’s free one. The three of you spun round and round in crazy circles all around the sitting room. You all laughed like school children as your heart pumping with adrenaline.
As the song came to an end, so did your dancing. Your chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Remus brought you and Sirius into his chest. He kissed Sirius’s full head of hair, then yours. “I’m so lucky to have you two,” he breathed.
You looked up at Remus and smiled, “No Rem, we’re lucky to have you.”
“Yes Remmy, we are so lucky to have you.”
Remus let the two of you go. You had the bright idea to show Remus just how much the two of you loved and appreciated him. He was always there for the two of you, so you and Sirius would show him how much he meant to you.
You grabbed Sirius by the hand and dragged him into the kitchen. “I have an idea,” you whispered your very smart idea into Sirius’s ear.
You and Sirius popped out of the kitchen and went back into the sitting room. Remus was now sitting on the right side of the couch. The record player was now off and the television was now on. Remus was watching reruns of The Munsters. He loved that the show televised aspects of what normal people described as ‘monsters’ in a positive light. Maybe it could teach some people to be kinder to those around them that might be a bit different.
Sirius sat down on the far right end of the couch. You then settled on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned down and kissed Sirius’s forehead, then his cheeks, then his other cheek. You kissed him everywhere but his lips. You had almost forgotten why you were doing this in the first place, to tease Remus. The both of you knew that Remus loved to watch you and Sirius snog each other. It was the fastest way to get him hard without even touching him.
You planted kisses along Sirius’s jaw and down his neck. You then slowly made your way back up. You kissed the corner of his lips, “You’re supposed to be teasing Remus, not me,” Sirus whispered. You softly chuckled and finally kissed Sirius on the lips. You couldn’t remember the last time kissing felt so good. His mustache lightly tickled your top lip which caused you to laugh softly against his lips. Sirius’s arms snaked their way around you and pressed you closer to him. You could feel Sirius getting harder against your clothed pussy. The way that his erection pressed up against your soft heat made you whimper softly into his mouth.
Much to your dismay, Remus kept his eyes trained on the telly. It took everything in Remus not to reach over the couch and beg you two to fuck him, but there was one problem.
Remus hated begging.
That is until you threaded your fingers into the soft curls of Sirius’s hair and gently pulled on them, causing his excitement to grow. The deep and throaty sound reverberated against the walls of the sitting room. Remus couldn’t hear the television anymore. The only thing that he could hear was the sound of Sirius’s soft groans and your soft moans.
“Come join us, Rem. We want to make you feel good,” you made eye contact with Remus as Sirius began to suck on the spot on your neck that made your legs shake. Remus whipped his head back to the television and leaned back into the couch. Remus wanted the both of you right now but he didn’t want to sound desperate. He huffed as he crossed his arms across his chest.
You could tell by the way that Remus’s cock was tenting in his pants that he wanted this. He was just too shy to beg for what he wanted. You whispered yet another bright idea into Sirius’s ear and he once again agreed with you. If your ideas had anything to do with Remus, Sirius would happily oblige.
You slowly got off of Sirius’s lap and slid down onto your hands and knees, Sirius doing the same. Your hands guided and knees guided you in front of Remus. You sat on your knees, your ass resting on the heels of your feet, and looked up at Remus. Sirius did the same except that his hands were resting on his thighs while yours were lazily held beside you.
You ran your hands from Remus’s knee all the way up to his upper thigh and back down again. You ran a finger down the indent of his cock through his jeans which caused him to bite down on his tongue to keep him from moaning out loud. Remus’s moans were always so sexy, especially when he begged for his release.
“Do you want this?” you asked as your hand up the expanse of his thigh. Communication and consent were two important factors in any sexy life to keep it fun, active, and healthy.
Remus shook his head as he looked down at you and Sirius. The both of you were still on your knees for him. “Use your words, pretty boy,” you reached up and cupped Remus’s face with one of your hands. Your thumb brushed along his flushed cheeks.
“Yes ma’am. I want this,” Remus sighed. Sirius was having the time of his life watching the two of you interact.
“What do you want?” you raised your eyebrow. You needed to make sure that this was something Remus wanted. You never wanted any of your partners to feel pressured into doing something they didn’t want to do.
“I want you and Siri to suck my cock, please,” Remus said. His nails were on the verge of cutting into his already scarred skin.
By the looks of it, Remus should have been the one driving the ship in the bedroom but some people had it all wrong. His transformations, his work, his missions, his friends, and his family. They were all out of his control and he hated it. He hated things being out of his control except in the bedroom. Remus loved to let you or Sirius take care of him. He loved letting go and the feeling of being free from the harsh realities of the outside world. When the three of you are in each other's embrace, nothing else mattered.
“Thank you for using your words,” you and Sirius began to kiss up Remus’s jean-clad legs. You kissed a soft and gentle path up his leg, to his knee, and just right underneath the indent of his cock. His erection was straining against his pants, begging for release. Your mouth made its way to his zipper and slowly unzipped it, careful not to get your lip caught in it. You’ve done this countless times and you knew that it drove your boys crazy.
Remus lifted his hips up a little bit in order for you to slide his jeans off of him. You threw the jeans over your shoulder causing it to land on the coffee table a few inches behind you. You and Sirius shifted closer to Remus. Yours and Sirius’s hands found their way to Remus’s blue and black striped boxers. You slowly pulled his waistband down, dragging this out for as long as possible.
His hard cock slapped against his stomach. You slid your pointed finger up from his shaft all the way to his swollen tip. You spread the precum that was leaking from his slit. You loved teasing Remus to the point where he was all hot and bothered.
You shoved Remus’s legs apart and the two of you settled in between them. You finally took Remus into your mouth. Remus threw his head back and moaned. After all that teasing he finally got what he wanted.
Sirius cupped Remus’s balls with his soft hands. He gently squeezed them causing Remus to groan. He bucked his hips up, causing you to gag on his dick. You took your mouth off of him, gently scraping your teeth along his shaft. Sirius then took your place and began to work on Remus’s slick cock.
Sirius was far better at sucking dick than you ever were. He bobbed his head up and down along Remus’s hard cock. Remus’s bottom lip was chewed raw from trying to hold in his moans. You sat next to Remus on the couch. You carded your fingers through his soft hair, “You’re doing so good for Siri, pretty boy.” You pressed soft kisses onto his skin which had a soft sheen of sweat.
“Please,” Remus breathed, “I want to make you and Siri feel good.”
You put your finger on his lips and squashed him. As much as you wanted it, this moment was about Remus. You and Sirius could have your feel later.
At that particular moment, Sirius hollowed his cheeks and swirled his tongue around Remus’s cock. Remus furrowed his brows and his mouth opened a bit as he moaned. He was close and you and Sirius knew it. Sirius bobbed his head a bit faster. Remus’s hands found their way into Sirius’s hair. Remus made a makeshift ponytail with his hair and guided Sirius up and down his cock.
Remus felt a fire pooling in his lower abdomen. He knew wouldn’t last long and within seconds, he was cumming. Ropes of cum shot into Sirius’s mouth as he continued to guide Remus through his orgasm. Sirius retracted his mouth from Remus’s now limp cock. Remus wiped his hand across his forehead.
“Thank you,” Remus whispered.
Sirius got up from his place on the floor with shaky knees. Sirius sat on the other side of Remus and rested his head on his shoulder. Remus patted Sirius’s head and kissed his forehead. You got up from your place on the couch.
“Come on you two,” you held out your hands for them to take, “let’s get you both cleaned up.”
Let’s just say that Remus spent the entire night showing you and Sirius just how much he appreciated you.