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When they held her, it was perfect. A gentle kiss, a warm caress. She felt loved, desired, wanted. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Being between them was heaven. Their lips, their hands, their bodies. Rough and fast or soft and slow. They had become her world during the last year, since she had gone from being Harry’s little friend to being their lover.


She was happy with them. As cliché as it might sound, life was good, life was sweet. She bickered with Sirius and they’d make up with wild shags that left her breathless and sore for days. With Remus, she could talk for hours as he teased and tasted her, pushing her to her limits and beyond. With them both, she was finally the woman she was meant to be.


Then she would notice them together. A shared look, a loving touch, a memory from a past that she was not a part of. A reminder that she did not completely belong. In those moments, jealousy made her bitter, unhappiness made her sour. She was balancing on a pile of stones that could topple at any moment leaving her hurt and alone.


It was then that she had doubts, that she considered running before she ended up losing them to each other. Then they would look at her. Remus would beckon her and Sirius would grin. She’d be enveloped between them, feeling as if she belonged, and life was once again sweet.