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Author: lovegrrl
Email: [email protected]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: One night in Hogwarts hospital wing, it all begins.
Status: WIP, plotted Pre OoP.
Series/Sequel: Second piece in 'Full Moon' series
Archive: www.fanfiction.ws, ,
www.wolfandhound.com, Sirius Black
and Remus Lupin Yahoo group, Azkaban's Lair. Anywhere
else; just ask.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned
by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and
Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.
Authors note: This instalment is a lot more slashy then the first in the series, 'Harvest Moon & The Absent Friend,' (notice the shameless plug) so if you don't like 'that kind of thing' I urge you to turn back now... Quickly, before you have to burn you eyes out and wash your mouth with soap and hot water. RUN!
Dedication: Queen P, this is for you darling. xXx
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Chapter One: 26th December 1977 – 11:32 pm.Remus Lupin could hear the noises that filled the room around him as if they were drumming inside his ears. It wasn't that they were loud. In fact, it was the dead of night, and he was sure that no one else would have been aware of the sound except him. But last night had been the full moon and Remus Lupin was a werewolf.
Though he had been raised in the wizarding world and he himself was a young wizard in training, this was an unusual combination. Remus had been forced for as long as he could remember to hide his condition to all but his own parents. That was until he had started school – until he had come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
In these hallowed halls, he had found a group of boys who not only accepted him, but did all they could to ease Remus's transformations. They had embarked upon a journey to become Animagi. It had been hard and gruelling, not to mention dangerous, but finally, in their fifth year they had achieved it. Nearly every full moon since then, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs had emerged onto the grounds of Hogwarts, bathed in silvery light, to carry out a new adventure.
The gentle rise and fall of the infirmary curtains swelled in Remus's ears. He winced at the din and pulled the pillow over his head to stifle the noise. The million and one thoughts running through his mind didn't help his stability at the moment. Now he could only hear his own breathing. As he listened to himself he tried to remember what had happened last night.
He knew he had felt dreadful as this full moon approached. It was not the pull of the moon or the wolf inside him, although he could still feel that, but for the first time in his werewolf existence the night of his transformation fell on what was meant to be the happiest day of the year. A day full of cheer and elation.
Christmas.
He hated it! He had missed birthdays before. In his first year at school, he had missed New Years Eve because of his condition, but he had always loved Christmas, and he hated the fact that he couldn't enjoy the day because of what would happen come moonrise.
Hogwarts had been subdued anyway, because many of the Gryffindors had gone home for the holidays. Remus might have gone home himself if it had not been for the moon. He could feel the danger of recent times just as everyone else. It was a perilous age; people were disappearing and young as he was, he knew that the struggle against the Dark Lord would not be over soon. Everyone had wanted to be with family, so come the last day of term practically the whole school had departed for Hogsmeade to catch the Express back to London or had travelled home in some other way.
That evening only four students sat in the Gryffindor common room, feeling like they were indeed kings of their castle. But the novelty had worn off quickly, even for them, and most of their days were spent doing homework, and playing the odd game of chess or Exploding Snap. Even James and Sirius's frequent trips to the kitchens didn't bring the usual pleasure to the gang. Hogwarts really wasn't the same without the other students to fill the void, but they had tried to keep their spirits up.
When Christmas morning arrived, Remus had awoken as the first streams of daylight pierced through the scarlet curtains that surrounded his four-poster bed. The wolf was awake, and he wouldn't let the boy sleep one moment longer.
Remus had pulled back the curtain tentatively, trying not to wake the other boys in the dorm. He needed water; his mouth was dry, as it always was the morning of the full moon. He reached his hand out to pick up the water pitcher from beside his bed.
"Arrrrgggghhhh!" Remus was thrown back onto his bed and held down with large, rough hands. He felt the oxygen explode out of his chest as a large body pushed its mass on top of him. He felt another set of hands grab his legs and hold them in place.
"Don't move Lupin," a voice hissed in his ear. "Or else you'll regret it."
Remus stiffened under the weight and tried fighting back but it was impossible. Even with his pre-moon potency, there were two of them and he was pinned. Unless he was willing to lose control of himself, there was no way he would win.
"Are you going to behave?" hissed the voice in his ear as he felt the breath of his attacker surge across his cheek. Remus gasped and glared up at the face. If only he could get to his wand – then this contest would be over – but there was no choice.
"Yes!" Remus bit out. "Now get off me!"
Dark eyes stared down at him, a sadistic glint twinkling in them.
"Only if you promise complete submission," demanded his assailant.
"Or what?" Remus retorted, already feeling the grasp on his legs loosen.
"Or you won't get your presents."
"I think I'll live," Remus said dryly as he was released from the grip of two of his friends.
It was just like Sirius and James to get up before sunrise in order to play a silly game on their friend. Remus didn't mind, really. It meant they would have more time together before Remus's transformation. After the wolf took over, he could hardly ever remember anything.
After ripping their presents open and teasing James when an owl arrived with a special Christmas letter from Lily, the four boys made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Entering the Hall they were greeted with smiles from Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall, while Professor Kettleburn (Care of Magical Creatures) was trying earnestly to arrange a paper crown on his head with his one remaining good hand.
There was only one table in the middle of the hall, as Remus had guessed there might be, and he took a seat with his friends. Looking across the table, which was laden with an amazing selection of food, Remus was surprised to see Slytherin seventh year Severus Snape grimly poking his plate of food. He was sure Severus had planned to go home for the holidays. All of the other Slytherins had, at least – none were at breakfast with him. How awful, Remus thought, to be alone at Christmas.
Severus raised his eyes and met Remus's before scowling and looking away again. Remus felt empathy towards the other boy. He knew what it was like to be alone. He had forced himself into a self-imposed isolation for many years before coming to Hogwarts. His parents had been so worried. When Remus should have been playing Quidditch, or at least listening to the Wizarding Wireless Network, he could be found sitting quietly reading some old tome. It was the only way Remus knew of to control the animal inside of him. If he let his grip on the wolf slacken even slightly, then he could explode with pure instinct. Even when he had made friends it had taken years for him to be comfortable with them. Now he didn't know how he had survived without them and was glad he would never have to be alone again.
Remus pulled the pillow from his face and stared up at the infirmary ceiling. He was so tired but he just couldn't sleep. His body ached with the usual post transformation pain, but there was no way his mind would rest enough tonight to allow him even a couple of hours of peace.
Remus turned in the bed and tried to make himself more comfortable. He didn't really need to do this, as all the beds were enchanted with a Comforting Charm, but in his mind, he just couldn't feel it right now.
As his head dropped back down onto the pillow, his gaze fell towards the far end of the room where the door was slightly ajar.
That's strange, Remus thought, I'm sure Madam Pomfrey shut that earlier.
Through the crack in the door Remus could see the light cast from the torches in the hallways. It was warmer then the December night allowed and the torchlight made it seem even warmer.
Remus watched the light flicker through the door. He could hear the cool draft coming from the hall. He felt his eyes getting heavier, and slowly sleep seemed to be creeping up on him. Carefully he closed his eyes, hardly hoping that it was possible for him to sleep. The draft had reached his bed, and he felt cool air swim over his cheeks. Remus sighed and allowed himself to fall asleep.
Only moments later, Remus eyes snapped open again. Had he just imagined that? He was sure he felt the draft again but it was stronger.
He glanced at the door to see it was now closed. Remus looked around confusedly for Madam Pomfrey, but there was no one else there.
Then he felt it again. A sharp gust of air hit the side of his face.
Remus shot up in bed and looked around; all his senses were completely alert now. He looked frantically around the infirmary.
"Hello?" he asked, trying to keep the shiver out of his voice.
His ears pricked as he heard a soft stifling of laughter. He relaxed as he looked around for the culprit.
"You better show yourself or I'll hex you until next Christmas!" Remus warned picking up his wand from the bedside cabinet.
A moment later a disembodied head of black hair was floating at the end of Remus's bed. The face was creased up with laughter and tears were running down his cheeks.
"You should – have seen – your face," choked out his friend through gasping laughter, "Priceless!"
"Does James know you have that?" Remus said, indicating to the empty air below Sirius's head with his wand.
"No," Sirius answered, taking a deep breath of composure, "but – he won't mind."
Remus laid his wand back on the cabinet, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"So you just came down here to annoy me, then?"
"No!" Sirius defended, "I was checking to see you were ok." Sirius sat down on the side of the bed without removing the invisibility cloak.
"By scaring me half to death?"
"Oh come on Moony," Sirius reasoned. "You weren't asleep anyway."
"How long where you watching me?" Remus's eyes narrowed, suddenly curious.
"Not long." Sirius answered, and his head moved uncomfortably in mid-air.
"Will you please take that off," Remus frowned. "It feels weird talking to you like this."
Sirius looked across and met Remus's eyes.
"Umm..." He said quietly, "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why n–" Remus's eyes snapped wide and he looked away in disbelief. The other boys in the dorm had learned very quickly that Sirius hated sleeping in any clothes and it was now obvious that the rule had spread to night time ventures as well. "James will kill you for this if he finds out."
"I've got my boxers on Moony," Sirius answered indignantly. "I'm not that thick!"
"Oh," Remus replied, wondering why this information disappointed him. The seventeen year old had gotten used to his friend's mannerisms by now and almost envied Sirius's ease with his own body. He had often watched Sirius changing and had become aware of how easily clothes seemed to slip on and off the smooth tanned skin of his friend.
Remus had always been so self-conscious of his own body. He had gone through years of violent transformation, and though it probably didn't look too bad to the observer, Remus never could look at himself in the mirror without cringing.
"How are you feeling anyway?" Sirius asked, breaking Remus's train of thought.
"Tired."
"Then why aren't you asleep?" Sirius demanded in a parental tone.
"Dunno," Remus shrugged. "Maybe it's post Christmas excitement."
"There's no such thing." Sirius said easily.
"Could be!" Remus defended petulantly.
"Nah," Sirius replied, "Christmas Eve is exciting 'cause of the anticipation. Christmas day because of presents and food, but after that, it's all down hill until Easter eggs." Sirius raised his eyebrows in simple explanation.
Remus smiled gently. Things were always easy when Sirius explained them.
Sirius reached his hand out from under the cloak, and rubbed his hand up and down where his arm would have been.
"You cold?" Remus said.
"Bit." Sirius replied.
"I could get you a pair of pyjamas from Pomfrey's office."
"Nah," Sirius replied and moved forward on the bed, "Schoosh over."
Remus did so without question. Sirius pulled back the covers and was soon lying down in the bed beside him, warmed by the bed's heat... Remus's heat.
Remus looked down at Sirius in the bed before moving down so they were lying side-by-side looking up at the ceiling. It was easy for Sirius to do things like that, Remus thought. Easy for him to get into bed with a friend, and it be just that, a friendly gesture, a way to keep himself warm. It would never be anything more.
"What'cha thinking?" Sirius chimed in a jingly voice.
"Nothing," Remus replied.
"You're always thinking about something, Moony," said Sirius.
"You any warmer?" Remus asked, trying to change the subject.
"Hmm," Sirius groaned, positively. "You keep a good bed."
They lay there for a few moments. Remus couldn't let himself relax; he could feel Sirius breathing easily beside him. He could feel his naked flesh through the thin invisibility cloak. Remus had never had such a strong reaction to Sirius but then they had never lain side by side in the same bed.
"Do you want to live together?" Sirius blurted out after a moment.
"What?!" Remus asked.
"After school, we could get a place together."
"Ummm," Remus thought, "I'm not sure that's a good idea." What was Sirius asking this for?
Sirius turned and put his weight onto his elbow, and in doing so the cloak feel off his shoulder and half exposed his naked chest. He looked down at Remus.
"It'd be cool," Sirius enthused, "I don't want to go back home, and if we were together it would be easier for me to spend the full moon with you."
Tears nearly sprung into Remus's eyes. He had never expected them to spend the full moon with him after Hogwarts. He knew they would all still be friends, but they had their lives to get on with. He didn't want to hold them back.
"I'd like that Sirius, but," Remus swallowed back his emotions, "I won't be able to afford it. No one is going to hire a werewolf."
"Don't worry about that," Sirius frowned. "My uncle left me some money in his Will. Once we find a nice place, we can move in."
"Thanks for the offer Sirius," said Remus, "but I can't let you do that."
"You not letting me do anything Moony," Sirius held. "You don't have a choice in this. Now, we're moving in together whether you like it or not, Okay?!"
Sirius looked down at Remus with furious eyes. There was no way to change his mind, Remus thought, so he nodded.
A smile spread wide across Sirius's lips, full of surprise.
"Really?" Sirius said his eyes wide.
"If that's what you want."
"Yes!" Sirius exclaimed, "Yes it is."
The smile filled his whole face now, spreading across his lips and up to his eyes which gleamed in the dark infirmary.
Remus felt his own eyes travel over Sirius's face. His lips were glistening in the weakening light of the moon and there was a small amount of growth on his chin – not much – but enough for a seventeen year old to handle. Remus's eyes travelled down to the exposed flesh of Sirius chest, which was sprouting a few hairs. The skin was so smooth and it seemed strange to have the manly hairs on it. Underneath the skin, Remus could see the softly toned muscles of Sirius's chest.
"Are you okay, Moony?" questioned Sirius.
Remus's eyes flicked back up and met those of his friend's. The smile was no longer on his lips, but it glistened in his eyes, along with a look of concern.
Remus nodded hesitantly.
"Why would you want to live with me, Padfoot?" implored Remus looking into his friend's face. A face he was still memorising with every new day.
"Because you're my friend, Moony. And...." he said tenderly, "and I think I'm – falling in love with you."
Remus's lips parted in shock. Had he just heard that right? He didn't stop looking at Sirius. The gaze was so intense, so powerful. He felt that he could get lost in it. His chest rose and fell rapidly. He could hardly move.
Sirius's arm, which had been lying on his own hip, moved over Remus's body towards his face. His fingers stroked down Remus's cheek, and both took an intake of breath as electricity flowed between their bodies.
Remus felt his body ache for Sirius. God this felt so good, Remus thought, just to have him touch me.
Sirius now ran his fingers back up Remus's face and through the streaked hair that crowned his head, pulling all the strands away from his face.
"God, I love your hair," Sirius said, "You have no idea the numbers of times I just wanted to be able to do this."
"It's going grey already," Remus said, trying to steady his voice. There were only a few strands showing in the teenager's dark hair, but he noticed them every day.
Sirius smiled, running his eyes over Remus's lips. "I think it looks gorgeous."
Remus melted even further; he didn't want to just lie there. He wanted to reach out and touch Sirius. He wanted to run his hands over Sirius's skin, but it felt impossible to do anything when Sirius looked at him with those eyes.
"I think you're gorgeous," Sirius whispered, slowly lowering his face towards Remus's.
Remus felt Sirius's warm breath mingling more with his own the closer he got. He felt the welcoming weight of Sirius's chest getting heavier on him. He saw Sirius wet his own lips as he came within an inch Remus. He could almost taste Sirius now. He felt like their lips were already on each other's. His whole body was tensing. The simple thought of one kiss was enough to send his senses crazy and make his body ecstatic.
He couldn't wait any longer. Remus pushed himself forward and their lips connected as his whole body went into frenzied pleasure. The kiss lasted only a few moments but was followed by another, more passionate one.
Remus groaned loudly into his friend's lips, and Sirius responded with another, which sent shockwaves through Remus's body. Finally feeling he had enough energy to move, he pulled Sirius closer to him. The Invisibility Cloak fell between the two of them.
"Take it off," Remus mumbled into Sirius without breaking the kiss. These were two impassioned seventeen-year-old boys after all, and there wasn't much that could tear them apart from each other.
With one swift movement, Sirius had undone the cloak and thrown it away from the bed. Not caring, for the moment, what happened to it. Remus felt Sirius's naked skin, warm under his hands. It seemed to be the only place his hands had ever truly belonged. They travelled that body like an old book, knowing exactly when to turn the pages.
Sirius hands reached for the front of Remus's pyjamas and started to undo the buttons. Remus gasped, and pulled away, his breath heavy as he panted.
"What is it?" Sirius panted, trying to control himself.
Remus's hand travelled to where Sirius was undoing his top and rested on his friend's hand.
"I'm not," Remus started, "...my scars."
"I've seen them before, Moony." Sirius eased.
"I know," Remus shuddered, "but... I want to be perfect for you."
Sirius smiled at this and ran his hand over Remus's forehead and down his cheek.
"Shhh," Sirius soothed. "You are perfect for me."
Sirius kissed Remus tenderly on the lips, then on his chin, then along his jaw and slowly he trailed kisses down his neck towards the skin exposed at the neck of his pyjamas. When he reached Remus hands, he picked one up and kissed the back of it before working kisses down his fingers. Remus could feel the warmth of Sirius's breath on his hand, his whole body was so hot already that he could feel his top beginning to stick to him.
Sirius's kisses reached the end of Remus's index finger, and as he caressed it he used Remus's finger to pull apart his lips and ran a warm, wet tongue around the tip of Remus's finger. Then, as he looked directly into Remus's eyes, Sirius closed his teeth on the head of Remus's finger and gave it a sharp nip.
Remus gasped at the sensation. He could feel Sirius's lips close around the finger, soaking it to the knuckle, then pulling it out of his mouth before quickly plunging it back in again to the warmth and dexterity of his tongue.
Remus couldn't believe how such a simple gesture was making his whole body shudder. His eyes alternating between being wide and unfocused to shutting completely in an effort to control himself.
Sirius finally removed Remus's finger from his mouth, and laid his hand aside before continuing to unbutton Remus's top. This time Remus did not stop him. Every time Sirius opened a button, he would leave a trail of kisses in its place. Before long the pale blue top was totally opened, and Remus was shrugging it off; abandoning it just as Sirius had the Invisibility Cloak.
Remus tried to pull Sirius back up to him, but Sirius protested.
"No," Sirius answered the look of confusion on Remus's face. "Tonight is for you!"
Sirius pulled Remus hands away from his own body, and pushed them above Remus's head before returning his attention to Remus's chest.
Remus had always been conscious of his scars, but now, as Sirius laid kisses and caresses on the sensitive skin, he could feel his whole body shaking.
"Oh God, Padfoot!" he gasped, as Sirius ran his thumb over Remus's pert nipple.
Soon his kisses were following the line of one of Remus's oldest scars. It ran from just under Remus's left arm, down his ribs, and towards his navel. With every flick of his tongue, Sirius made Remus gasped with pleasure.
Oh god, Remus thought, my body can't take much more of this; but he didn't want Sirius to stop. Remus gasped again when he felt the tip of Sirius's finger run just above the line of his pyjama bottoms. With every second Sirius's mouth was getting closer and closer to the edge of the cloth. Part of Remus thought Sirius was going to stop. As bold as the other boy thought he was, he wouldn't – would he?
Remus felt the familiar tug of cotton creasing his skin. Sirius pulled the string to loosen the bottoms. Oh God!
Remus's breath was coming quick and fast now. He grasped the bars that made up the bed's headboard and closed his fists around the cool metal. The freezing iron dug into the searing flesh of his hands. He was sure that, if he could see them, his knuckles would be snow white. He couldn't control his own body. After years of trying with all his might not to, he was losing control. It frightened him, but he wanted it as well. He wasn't sure whether this was the wolf in him or not.
Sirius gently pulled away Remus's bottoms, and was making his way down towards the throbbing in Remus's groin. He ran his hands along Remus's side until they rested on his hips, and pulled Remus slightly down the bed.
Remus felt like he was going to explode. His throbbing groin was pulling all his attention, and before he could understand what was happening he felt the tip of Sirius's tongue wrap around his head, just as it had his finger.
Sirius allowed his tongue to venture leisurely around the hardness in front of him. One hand ran up Remus's side, roughly caressing the erect nipples on Remus's chest. Sirius ran his tongue from the base of Remus's cock right to the tip and back again. The thumb of Sirius's right hand ran across the base of Remus's cock, and pinched it lightly.
"Oh God Sirius," Remus gasped through the pleasure. "Please don't tease me... please."
With those words Sirius wrapped his lips around Remus's cock and plunged it into his mouth. Remus was engulfed with a sensation he had never felt before. Sirius's mouth was warm, and wet. Sirius's tongue navigated around him, knowing exactly what to do. When Remus would spasm with pleasure Sirius knew exactly how to make it last.
Sirius would pull away from Remus only to return him to that moist heat again. Remus was trying hard to hold onto himself for a long as possible. This experience was too amazing, too longed for, to not be enjoyed to the full.
In one last sustained effort, Remus finally felt himself come just as Sirius gently bit the tip of his cock. His whole body shuddered and rippled with the released pleasure he had built up. Sirius gave Remus's cock one last suck before removing it from his mouth.
Remus couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't believe what had just happened. His body ached from the full moon, but now it also ached from the pleasure and electricity that had been running through it. His breath was still quick and fast, but he tried to calm himself.
Sirius ran a hand across Remus's chest and playfully pinched his nipple.
"Are you okay, Moony?" Sirius murmured, both concerned and amused at Remus reaction.
Remus was still trying to restore his usual calm, and took a moment to speak.
"I – think – so." Remus gasped, staring straight ahead.
"I've never seen you so shocked," Sirius smiled.
Remus turned to look at Sirius, and he realised for the first time that he was still grasping the headboard. He gingerly pulled his hands away, and rested one across the naked shoulder of his lover.
"Well – what do you – expect." He panted, running his long fingers across Sirius's spine.
"Was it – your first time?" Sirius asked, seriously.
As Remus nodded, he saw something behind the concern in Sirius's eyes.
"It wasn't yours." Remus said, more of a statement then a question. Sirius frowned and shook his head. He broke his gaze with Remus and looked away. He seemed to be lost in thought for a long time before speaking again.
"I wish it had been." Sirius said finally.
Remus very tenderly placed his finger under his chin, tilting Sirius's head towards him; he pulled him into a sweet, loving kiss.
"I'm glad it was you." Remus told him, after pulling away. Sirius smiled again.
"You still want to move in together?" Sirius said, looking deeply into Remus's eyes.
"After that?" Remus said. "Try and stop me."
Sirius smiled and placed another kiss on Remus's cheek.
"I've missed you, Moony." His voice was low and longing. He sounded like he had been lost in despair for a lifetime before being able to speak those four words. Remus looked into his eyes, and he could feel the pain there. It was so obvious that Remus wondered why he hadn't seen it before.
"What do you mean?" Remus questioned, running his hand along Sirius's cheek.
"Not been able to touch you whenever I wanted. It's been awful." He wrapped his arms around Remus. "I feel like I just want to hold you forever."
"I'm not going anywhere." Remus replied as he settled into his lover's embrace.
Hours later, as the daylight began to stream in through the large infirmary windows, Sirius gently woke Remus up by placing kiss after kiss onto his soft lips. Remus finally awoke, and showed his appreciation by pulling Sirius into a long lazy embrace.
"Thank God," Remus said, "I though it had all been a dream."
"No such luck," Sirius teased. He pulled back the blanket covering him. "I'm going to have to go now; Madam Pomfrey will be in to check on you any minute."
"Okay," Remus mumbled as he stretched out his exhausted but happy limbs, "Don't forget James's Cloak."
"Got it," Sirius said as he picked it up from under one of the other beds and threw it over his shoulder.
"Aren't you going to wear it?" Remus asked, his voice full of warning.
"Moony," Sirius smiled. "We're practically the only students left in the whole of Hogwarts. I think I'll be okay, love."
It was 'love' that caught Remus's attention and stopped him from pushing the issue any further. As Sirius reached down to place a chaste kiss onto his forehead he simply mumbled a quite 'okay,' his eyes lost in Sirius's.
"I'll see you at lunch," Sirius said. "Somehow, I think I'm going to have a big appetite." Sirius grinned before turning to walk out of the infirmary in only a pair of boxer shorts. Remus took a moment to wonder at the daring of the man in front of him.
"Padfoot," Remus called to his retreating form.
Sirius turned to look at Remus.
"Happy Christmas, Padfoot," he called from his cosy position in his bed which still held Sirius's warmth.
"Happy Christmas, my darling Moony." Sirius smiled before bowing graciously to his lover and heading once again to the door; this time he carried a wide smile on his face.
If either of them had of been thinking, Sirius would have been wearing the Invisibility Cloak. If either of their minds had been on anything but each other they would have realised how foolish they were being. But they young and had just begun falling in love for the first time.
As Sirius left the infirmary and walked down the corridor, he did not notice a pair of dark, inquisitive eyes following him as he went. Perhaps if he had he would have been able to change things and stop the events which would lead to the endangerment of not only his burgeoning relationship but also the life of a fellow student.
As Sirius walked the hallways of Hogwarts in only his boxers, he felt his heart filling with expectations for the future.
He was completely unaware of the danger that lay ahead.
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Author's note: I hope you all enjoyed this. This is the most graphic I have ever made a love scene – because Remus and Sirius are in love with each other even if they (and JK) don't know it yet – let me know if it works.
I might write another chapter for this if you think this is good enough, let me know.
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