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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader
Word Count: 6.4 K
Warnings: none
Prompt: Potions and plans.
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Chapter 76: She's Got A Way
Wednesday, 26 January 1977
“What’s that?” Sirius asked as he sat beside you in the common room. You had skipped the study club in the end. When students found out you were part of it, they started to crowd around the library with the sole purpose of asking you questions. The regulars found it harder to actually concentrate, and by Tuesday, you decided it’d be much better to stop going, at least until ‘the fresh paint dried’ and people got bored of asking questions you would not answer.
Not to mention how eerie it felt to be there without Nina sitting either next to you or a few seats away. On Monday, you had seen her wand and absentmindedly called her name aloud, intending to ask her to pass you some parchment, only to remember that she was no longer there, and you were the owner of her wand now. You got a few pitiful looks from some of the other club attendees, a short leg squeeze from Remus right under the table, and a chorus of hisses and tuts from the stubborn onlookers.
“Potions journal,” you answered Sirius’ question, as you opened it a little wider for him to see. “Wolfsbane.”
“Wolfsbane Potion? I don’t think I’ve heard of it.”
“You haven’t,” you said confidently. “It’s just been invented.”
Sirius frowned and looked at the pages again. “Is that the potion you helped Damocles Belby with?”
“The very same.” You leaned down, opened your rucksack, and handed the potion to Sirius. “I think Slughorn already gave a vial to Remus as well.”
“Mhm?” Sirius asked as he examined the bottle. The contents looked thick and syrupy, like Luminhoney.
“Yeah, and I’m sure Belby thoroughly checked the ingredients and the process, but… I want to make sure,” You added as you pulled out a smaller notebook that you’d filled with your own notes regarding the process used to make the potion. You also had several books that you’d borrowed from the library scattered around the table in front of you, and you were cross-checking every single step and ingredient to make sure nothing would be poisonous or toxic, especially the wolfsbane.
“Well, if it’s called Wolfsbane after the plant then?”
“Yes,” you said. “Aconite is very poisonous. In theory, the process we put it through to make this renders it harmless, but it’s extremely delicate and depends on exact measurements of several of the other ingredients.”
“You think Belby could have made a mistake while preparing it?” He wondered, rolling the bottle around his hand.
“I don't think so, no,” you said and then sighed. “But I’m not letting Remus drink this until I’m sure.”
“And how are you planning to do that? Feed it to rats?”
“Kless did that already,” you said as you shook your head. You scratched something in your notebook and then allowed it to fall on your lap as you turned your body towards Sirius. “That book there mentions a stone,” you said as you pointed at the largest book in your stack. Sirius raised one of his eyebrows. “An Italian alchemist called Andreas Berlusconi discovered it while trying to create the Philosopher’s Stone. He named it Scopritore di Veleni, but most people know it as Berlusconi Stone. Emperor Frederick II of the Holy Roman Empire confiscated the stone. It’s rumoured that it was stolen shortly after his death.”
“Was it ever found?”
“No,” you sighed. “But according to this book,” you pointed at a small red book on the corner of the table, “Berlusconi’s writings were found in a lost archive in the late eighteen-hundreds, and guess who was made responsible for safekeeping them? Percival Dumbledore!”
“Didn’t he end up in prison?”
“He did,” you said with a small nod. “But it was for something else. The thing is, when he was thrown into Azkaban and Professor Dumbledore started working here, his entire book collection was donated to the school,” you said with a smile and leaned back, feeling very proud of your findings.
“Which means Berlusconi’s notes are somewhere in the library.”
“My bet is on the Restricted Section,” you said with an air of absolute certainty.
“And now, what?”
“Well, we get his notes and try to recreate the stone, of course!”
“Won’t they be in Italian?”
You shook your head and smiled, evidently showing that you had done your research, “The official language was Latin, but Berlusconi’s mum was from Burgundy and there are rumours that he used to write his notes in French so people wouldn’t easily understand them.”
Sirius’ smile mirrored yours. “If that’s true, he did us a favour... When are we going to start?”
“Has to be tonight,” you said. “I’ll ask Richie to go and check if the book is there. If it is, we'll try to collect it tomorrow. I don’t know how long the process to make the stone will take, but I hope we can do it before the next moon.”
“Why?”
“Remus told Slughorn he’d try the potion then.”
“So… are you sneaking out tonight?” he asked with a pointed look.
You shook your head, “Those nosy gits are probably still waiting for me there, because of the study club. I’ll just try and find Richie before curfew.”
“And what are you doing… after?” he added, wiggling his eyebrows. “You know, it’s close enough to the moon for us to use the ‘smell of the pack’ excuse.”
You laughed. Since the day in the bathroom, you had been sort of avoiding the boy’s dorm, at least when you knew Peter was going to be around. And you assumed he was thankful for it, since you were sure he’d have a hard time seeing you and Sirius all over Remus’ bed after what he thought had happened there, without Remus’ consent or knowledge. And while James hadn’t noticed your absence in their dorm much – being too preoccupied with the upcoming Quidditch match (even though Gryffindor wasn’t playing), Sirius and Remus had, and they missed you. Besides, they didn’t have much of an excuse to be close to each other without you around.
“Do you think Pete is ready?”
“Who cares if he is,” Sirius said dismissively. “He can act all sanctimonious all he wants, like he’s not fucking Annie around every broom cupboard in this school; we all know he ain’t a saint. And we’re talking about necessary cuddles here.”
You coughed out a laugh. By now you had to admit to yourselves that most of the time you three had spent cuddling had been anything but necessary – at least not for the safety of Vixen during the moon.
“I guess I could try,” you said, becoming softer all over. “We’d have to wake up for practice tomorrow either way.”
Sirius groaned and laid his head on the sofa dramatically, “James’ obsession with the Slytherin vs Hufflepuff game is doing my head in.” You sighed and nodded. “Last night he kept me up because he thought it was important to analyse Imogen and Henry's technique. He said she was ridiculously good now because she went into a Quidditch Winter Intensive with the Cannons, and she’d trained for hours every day there.”
“Huh, I had no idea,” you said with an interested frown. You hadn’t really had much time to catch up with Imogen, and while you had seen her in your shared classes, everyone who knew you well – and wasn’t the boys or your roommates – seemed to avoid the Christmas subject as much as they could.
Sure, the entire school kind of knew (or puzzled out) by now what you had done at Christmas, but you had no clue what those two had been doing. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Imogen play.”
“She’s good,” Sirius said. “But not good enough for Prongs to make me analyse old games that he stole from the fucking Hogwarts Quidditch Archive from last year.”
“There’s a Hogwarts Quidditch Archive?”
“Never ask him that question,” he warned. “But yes, there is one. They record all the commentary from the games and add some of the pictures taken to the files. I think they’re somewhere in the library, hidden behind a portrait or something.”
“Is that how James became obsessed with Minnie’s lost Quidditch career?”
“Yep,” Sirius said with a nod. “He found the records and read through almost every single one of her games back in third year. Lily was thankful for not being bothered by him for about an entire month. But hear this out. Everyone called Minerva Minnie in the games, so he had no idea it was the same person until he was called to her office due to a prank and noticed that she had a few pictures of Minnie. Naturally, he asked her about it, and she told him they were her old pictures. I don’t think Prongs has been that shocked since.”
You laughed, imagining a younger James putting together that his idol turned out to be one of his most strict teachers. You were about to say something else when you spotted Tom walking in through the portrait.
“Shit, what time is it?” you asked.
“They’re still in the study club,” Tom responded, walking towards you and sitting on the armchair to the right. “I promised to meet with Minho today, so I left early.”
You breathed and turned to the clock. “Did you by any chance see Richie on your way here?”
“Richie?” he asked with a frown.
“Richard Jackdaw,” Sirius explained. “The ghost.”
“Oh,” Tom said with a frown, remembering him from the Hallowe’en Party. “No, sorry.”
“No problem,” you said with a shrug. “I think I might know how to find him.”
“You do?” Sirius asked.
“Yep,” you said with a nod. “I’ll stop by the kitchens before meeting him; you two need anything from there?”
Tom shook his head, but Sirius’ eyes widened mischievously as he smiled, “Oh yeah, definitely bring us some snacks. For later.”
Tom looked in between the two of you, narrowing his eyes at the seemingly hidden message, and then smiled complicitly.
“Okay,” you said with an amused smile as you shook your head. “But there might still be no plan.”
Sirius pouted. “You wouldn’t dare deprive us of your delightful company, would you?”
“Dunno… perhaps I should,” you teased and leaned down to give him a quick peck on the lips just before walking towards Lady McDougal's.
“I reckon she’s feeling a lot better then,” Tom said with a thoughtful soft smile as he saw you disappear through the portrait. He hadn’t seen you so determined in a while. It was as if you somehow had been searching for a purpose, or a distraction, or perhaps both. Whatever helped you escape the pressure of the myriad of students chasing you about, digging for information.
“She is,” Sirius responded with a similar softness. Not because he thought you were over it; part of him suspected you would never really get over what had happened to you, but you were learning to deal with it in a way that wasn’t destroying you, which is what really mattered.
You popped your head from behind one of the statues and looked around to make sure there wasn’t anybody lurking, stepping out of the hole in the wall as quickly as possible and legging it towards the kitchens. You were quick with your spell on the ticklish pear and walked inside. It was weird to be sneaky at such a relatively early time. The kitchens were filled with busy house elves working on supper. They turned to look at you as the portrait closed behind you, and then went back to their tasks.
Nimbletwist was the first one to approach you. “Mistress is here again!” she said with her squeaky voice and a toothy grin.
“Yes I am,” you said, returning her smile.
“What’s you been needing today?” she asked. “More meat for small creature in your chambers?”
“Actually, I require some rotten meat,” you replied.
“Rotten, Mistress?”
“It’s for a friend of mine, yeah. He’d been trying to tell me something and I ignored him. Turns out he was right all along.”
“Mistress is planning a revenge then?”
“Not at all,” you said with a giggle, although you did wonder if Nimbletwist would have been willing to help had that been the case. It seemed like she really would, which was quite useful to know. “My friend is a ghost. I’ve been told they rather like the strong smell rotten meat has.”
“Of course,” Nimbletwist said with a nod. She had often chased ghosts out of the kitchen bins when stinky leftovers were present. She walked towards the far end of the room and placed something that looked rather dreadful onto a brown bag before closing it tightly and walking towards you. “The bag is charmed, Mistress,” she explained, “So the smell makes you not sick.”
You smiled, “That's so thoughtful, thank you.” You hadn’t even considered that you’d have to smell it all the way to the meeting place, and yet, you were still immensely thankful that she’d worry about something like that. She smiled proudly in return.
“Mistress needing something else?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “May I have some snacks? I think I might skip dinner today…”
“Those nosy kids still follow Mistress around, don’t they?” she said knowingly, as she shook her head and snapped her fingers, a basket started filling itself with a rather excessive amount of food. You didn’t even tell her you’d be eating with the boys, she would have given you enough food for an entire army.
When she was done you thanked her and asked her about her day. She said she’d been working in the kitchens the entire time, and that Peblier was on cleaning duty. “He seen those kids following you in the morning, Mistress.”
You sighed, remembering recent memory: a young and rather inquisitive Ravenclaw girl found you after Quidditch practice with James and Sirius, and sat right behind one of the doors to intercept you. She had planted herself right in front of you and was looking at you rather nervously.
“If this is about Christmas, you better get out of my sight before I hex you,” Sirius had said in a rather impassive tone. The small girl had looked quite terrified, you assumed it was due to the way both James and Sirius towered over her. You were a few inches taller than her as well.
“Well?” James said, his broom resting on his shoulder. He sounded a little more polite than Sirius, but he was just as fed up as him (and the rest of your friends) with all the outrageously harassing questions.
The small girl hiccuped, looked around, and stepped out of the way.
“You don’t have to be so mean, Pads,” you said as you walked along with them.
“Yes, I have to,” Sirius replied. “Last time I allowed them to open their mouths they asked about Regulus, and if you were cheating on me with him, and if that was why he was so insistent on helping you. Twats, the lot of ‘em.”
You’d cringed at the memory. It had been a pretty nasty assumption. Not to mention, some even had the nerve to insinuate something about you and Arkalis fucking Rosier, which you thought was both gross, and ridiculous. The man was older than your father!
Besides, hiding your new relationship had turned out a lot harder when all eyes were on you. You had to be careful when you were with Remus, or you’d end up creating even more rumours. At least nobody knew where you had been during the winter holiday, and most assumed you had been at the Leaky Cauldron the whole time, since someone claimed to have spotted you there at some point.
You were drawn back to the present by Nimbletwist handing you the basket. “I can trip them, Mistress. While they follow you, so they stop.”
“I don’t think that’s–“
“Or Peblier and I could add laxative potion to their food at breakfast, they’d have to leave ye alone, then.”
You tilted your head to the side, considering the option and then shook your head as you sighed. You could not do that to them. “They’re curious about… the events. It’s the biggest drama of the last few years and a welcome distraction from the war, I think. The Prophet needed news and so they've been exploiting the thing everyone was talking about. It’s understandable that they would have questions… they’re curious. We cannot punish them for it.”
Nimbletwist blinked, as if considering your words, and then shook her small head. Her big blue eyes shone. “Me sees it differently, Mistress. Curiosity is good if it does not affect others, but it’s bad if it does. Think about it. Curiosity must not be punished, but what if it becomes invasion?”
You were at a loss for words. Nibletwist’s thoughts were wiser than they let on. They didn’t just make sense, she worded them so brilliantly that it even got through you. “We’re still not going to hurt them, even if you have a very good point.”
“If ye change yer mind, Mistress. Nimbletwist and the elves are more than willing to help.”
“Thank you,” you said with a smile. “For everything.”
“Always joyous to help.” She smiled and walked back to the spot where she had been cutting carrots for a stew while you took the brown paper bag and the basket in your hands. “Have a good evening, everyone,” you said to the rest of the elves. Some replied politely, some seemed overly focused, and a few of the more grumpy ones looked pleased that you were finally leaving.
Once you were outside, the portrait closed right behind you and you took out the magic hairpin you’d gotten at Knockturn Alley out of your bag, and put it on. You had tried to use it as little as possible in Hogwarts since you knew how precious it was and you did not want people to recognise your secret identity, but you did not want to risk anybody finding you before you found Richie. Besides, at this point, a completely unknown and new student had higher chances of going unnoticed than you did, for better or worse.
You sped through the halls gripping the bag and the basket, with your head down; your steps just quick enough to avoid people looking at you for too long, but slow enough so it seemed like a natural pace. You found the right corner of the castle and rubbed the frog. In a matter of seconds, you were burped out inside the secret hiding spot. It was empty.
Not that you were expecting your ghostly friend to be here; to your knowledge, he didn’t really spend that much time here in general. What you did know is that he had spent a lot of time here when he was alive, and you were going to bank on that. You took off the hairpin and then placed both the basket and the paper bag onto the counter, while looking around the place. You were sure you’d find something that had belonged to Richie if you dug deep enough.
You opened some of the cabinets and dug through some of the books, opening the covers to see if they had a name tag on them. Most of them were library books, but once you had reviewed everything, you noticed there was something rather weird with the cabinet, the top shelf section seemed a lot deeper than the bottom. You raised one of your eyebrows before pulling enough books so that your hand would fit in. You knocked on the wood, and a hollow sound reverberated back to your ears.
“You sneaky little bastard, a hiding nook within a hiding spot,” you whispered as you pulled the rest of the books out. You then placed your hand back inside and started looking for the way to open the secret section. You slid your hand inside, brushing your fingers near the corners and feeling the wood’s grain as you did. You felt a sharp puncturing pain and pulled your hand out quickly. You had gotten a small splinter stuck in your index finger.
“Fuck,” you whispered and took your wand out and pulled the splinter out with a small and quick summoning charm before dragging your finger to your mouth and sucking the drop of blood that had spilt from it. You looked at the cabinet again and leaned your head down using Lumos to see what was in there. There was no button, no ribbon to pull, no door to slide, nothing. There had to be a way to get in there. But how?
You looked around the room, trying to dissect the problem into smaller bits, when you realised this wasn’t another one of your dad’s tests where there was only one solution, and it was typically his solution. You took your wand out again and pointed it straight towards the cabinet. “Accio wooden plank!” you said. The plank flew out of its way and crashed onto you sharply.
“Fuck!” you said again, now a tad angrier than when you got the splinter, but it was quickly dissipated when you realised there really had been something hiding inside the secret compartment. You smiled, discarded the wooden plank to the side, and pulled out an old-looking journal.
You opened the first page, and there it was, written in neat cursives: Richard Jackdaw.
Got you! You thought as you opened a random page of the journal. It started with a date and it was followed by a rather boring retelling of his day, ending with an interesting conclusion to a Defense Against the Dark Arts class that explicitly spoke of the Unforgivable Curses.
Of course, you knew what they were, but you had never seen such a thorough explanation of what they did and how to cast them properly. You eyed the journal a little bit more. The handwriting seemed slightly different at the beginning from the end, which you found oddly interesting. But the second part seemed to be written in more of a rush than the previous one, and you knew from experience how your own handwriting was remarkably different when it was written with care or when it was scribbled hastily. The writing spoke of a beautiful girl named Apollonia, another one named Anne, and later of a boy named Sebastian, who seemed to be the one that had taught him the Unforgivables.
You frowned but stood up, carelessly waving your wand over the floor so the wooden plank would go back to its place, and then placed the journal on top of the table. You picked a parchment and a charcoal pencil from your bag and started drawing a symbol with runes on the sides. Old magic, you had used it before in Potions, and it was often the main source in Divination. You had read a lot about it lately, and apparently there was a spell that could summon ghosts.
You had your doubts, of course. You had never heard of such a thing before the book you were currently reading. But if there were spells to repel them, why not some that could summon them instead? You added the last detail of the Antropos symbol and placed the journal in the middle.
“Kaleí Fantasmae,” you said as you pointed your wand towards the goblet with dried mugwort and sage leaves. “Faté Richard Jackdaw.”
You waited, looking around to see if he had arrived, and when nothing other than the room getting colder happened, you sighed. If you left through the Honydukes passage, you might arrive at the Headless’ Hunt reunion by the time–
“What in the name of Salazar is this?” You heard a bewildered voice from behind and smiled when you spotted him.
“Bloody hell, it actually worked!”
“You did this?” He asked as he pointed an accusing finger at you. “Of course you did this!”
You smiled apologetically at him, “I didn’t know it was going to work.”
“You wench!” he said. He looked quite offended, so you decided to just let him let it out of his system. “Did you at least consult whichever cursed book you got that spell from? Did it say how ridiculously disturbing it would be for a ghost?”
“I’m afraid the book did not really take into account the feelings of ghosts. It’s more about trapping them, and banishing them than anything…”
“Can you credit it?” he retorted, his cheeks blowing out some non-existent air before he turned to look at you again. “It was like apparating for the first time! And I’m not supposed to feel any pain or nausea!”
“I’m really sorry,” you said honestly. “I didn't mean to hurt you.”
“And yet you summoned me anyway.”
“I actually brought you something,” you tried appeasing him, taking the bag of rotten meat and pushing it toward him as you opened it, a peace offering.
He looked at the bag and opened it to examine its contents. His cranky expression started to fade before turning back to you, his frown deepening again. “Oh… Oh. You want something.”
You left the bag on the furthest edge of the table and sat on the other one, moving the sage goblet in between you and the meat. Turns out it's useful for more than one reason.
“Well, maybe I just want to have a meaningful conversation.”
“And I had a marvellous time getting here for it,” he retorted sarcastically.
“Enjoy your meat,” you smiled, and then spotted the journal again. You tapped your fingers over it. “By the way… I knew of Apollonia and Anne but, who was Sebastian?”
He turned back at you with a shocked expression. “You read my diary?”
“Well I needed something of yours to summon you,” you said with a shrug.
“How did you even find it?”
“With determination,” you responded as you shrugged. “I even got a splinter,” you said and showed him your still red finger.
“And you called me because?”
“Don’t make this sound so transactional!” you chided. “I actually did want to talk to you. And was planning to do it as soon as I bumped into you, so to speak… But I’ve been staying at the Gryffindor Tower a lot, and, well… The reason for which I summoned you came up.”
Richie’s annoyance seemed to dissipate again, his face turning into one of understanding. “Myrtle mentioned something about Christmas, the portraits have also been whispering things.”
You sighed and allowed your back to fall on the chair with an almost dramatic flare. You were still staring at the ceiling when you spoke again. “You’re not gonna tell me to talk about my feelings and share an emotional moment, are you?”
Richie straight up laughed at that, shaking his head as he looked at you. “I’m just happy you seem okay.”
You turned your head towards him. “Though you’d be better off without the pesky little human friend that summons you?”
“Perhaps, but I’d miss your nonsense,” he said with a shrug.
Now it was your turn to laugh. At least the ghosts didn’t pity you. Perhaps it was because they themselves had already died, and more often than not in terrible ways. If you were alive, then you were already winning. There was a comfortable silence as laughter died out and you turned to him with a cheeky smile. “So… who was Sebastian? Another conquest?”
“Ugh, not mine, no. I was never really into gentlemen if you know what I mean.”
“Best friend?”
“We weren’t even alive at the same time.” Richie laughed. “He was remarkably talented, though.”
“Why do you speak so often of him then?”
“I did not write that part of the journal. A really good friend of mine did. I once told you that you reminded me of them, remember?”
You frowned, you had a vague memory of it. “So he was their friend, not yours?”
“Indeed,” Richie nodded. “How are your boyfriends, by the way?” You laughed. He continued, “What? No correcting me this time? What about ‘Oh, Richie, but I only have one boyfriend!’ ”
“My voice isn’t nearly that high pitched, or annoying.”
“Would it make you feel better If we pretend it isn’t?”
You rolled your eyes. “They’re all right.”
“So you just gave up? You’re gonna let me call them your boyfriends?”
“I’m not giving up,” you said, leaning up, sitting up again and then shrugging. “You were right about the whole thing, turns out.”
“I was right? Of course I was right! You’re dating both of them now, aren’t you? Minx!”
“It's not public knowledge, and I’d rather it stayed that way,” you looked pointedly at him.
He hummed. “I’ll take it to the grave.”
“You must think you’re hilarious,” you said, even if you were shaking your head in amusement.
“Drop-dead funny,” he retorted.
You scoffed and shook your head with a faint smile on your lips before turning back to him. “Actually, I wanted to ask how you dealt with your relationship with Apollonia and Anne.”
“It’d be more like, how not to handle a relationship like that,” he said as he shook his head. “At the beginning everything was perfect. Llonie and Anne seemed to really be into each other, as much as they were onto me. But then I became obsessed with a puzzle I found on some pages of an old book and tried to decipher them with Llonie. Well, she found them an incredible bore, and told me to occupy myself with something more useful. Told me she could not marry a nobody who was stuck in his dreams–“
“Ouch,” you said with a small frown.
“Well, she was a Black,” he shrugged.
“Sirius is not like that.”
“Must be the Potter and Lupin influence then,” he said with a shrug. You were about to argue that Reggie wasn’t like that either, but that was another friendship that couldn’t be made public knowledge right now, for his safety.
Richie continued, “Anyway, Anne really liked puzzles and so we started spending time together for longer periods, trying to sort it all out by ourselves. Llonie then turned jealous because I was paying a lot more attention to Anne, and asked me if I would end up marrying her instead, and if that had been my plan all along, and I told her that I was happy with the relationship we had, that I wanted the three of us to be together…”
“But that didn’t appease her,” you guessed with a sad sigh.
“Right,” Richie agreed. “Eventually, Anne helped me solve the puzzle and I wanted to go into the cave. She said it was too dangerous, and that we should bring Llonie along – since she was remarkable at Defense Against the Dark Arts when we were in school, but I told her that she wouldn’t come, that she hated us now…”
He had a forlorn look in his ghostly face as he continued, “I should have gone to her, though. Anne was supposed to meet me at the gates. I left a puzzle to show her the way, but she didn’t come, I thought she had decided to leave me too and I went inside, alone. I found several treasure chests, small ones, but I was so sure there would be something big at the end of the map. When I arrived at the centre, I was suddenly beheaded by a massive stone statue.” You gulped, you had no idea Richie would actually tell you the story behind his death, since ghosts rarely talked about it. “To be honest, I barely even felt it. It was a sharp pain that lasted only for a split second. Somewhat of a… whooshing breeze? But when I came back as a ghost, I was disorientated and had no idea how I’d died.” Richie recounted with such a heartbreaking resignation, you almost wished you could hug him.
“I appeared on Hogsmeade and the only thing I could remember was that the two loves of my life had abandoned me, and that I had died because of it, so I left.” He sighed. “But people had seen my ghost and they started talking about it. Turns out Anne had gone to Llonie, trying to convince her to come along, but Llonie had refused. When she later heard of my death, she instantly blamed Anne for it and lied, saying that she had been the one to murder me.” You were horrified and felt great sympathy for Jackdaw, at his vulnerable revelations to you.
“You know, I found out too late that Anne hadn’t even managed to solve the puzzle I gave her, and that was the reason she’d gone to Llonie instead of me. She then spent years in Azkaban, convicted of a crime she didn’t commit.”
“That sounds horrifying.”
“It was,” Richie said with a nod. “But my friend, she found out, went to the cave, and solved the mystery of my death, returning something I had stolen and eventually – after I gave my testimony – absolving Anne.”
“But Apollonia had already died,” you said with a frown. You knew that part; you’d read the article about the solved mystery written by Auror Ominis Gaunt.
“Belladonna,” Richie said with a nod. “I have plenty of regrets, but my biggest is not talking it out with them and rushing into danger alone. It created a rift that ultimately destroyed us. One in Azkaban, the other alone, and me, a ghost.”
“I’m sorry Richie,” you said honestly. “I didn’t mean– I mean, I wanted to– Thanks for the tip.”
Richie smiled, “I like to imagine they’re both happy together someplace else.”
“But what about you? Have you never thought of… crossing the veil?”
“You can’t do that after you’ve rejected death. It won’t take you.”
“So, you’re stuck?”
Richie nodded with a small, almost regretful smile. “But it’s alright. I enjoy this place, the adventures and puzzles hidden in this castle and beyond have always been fascinating, I’m sure you’d agree.”
“Was Anne’s puzzle really hard?” you asked with a frown.
“I’m not sure she tried to solve it before going to Llonie, she wanted an excuse to convince her to come along. She loved her too, and Llonie loved her back. It’s ridiculous how such a strong love can turn into hate and resentment in seconds… Talk to your boys, always.”
You nodded, taking his words to heart. You would not make the same mistakes, you could not make the same mistakes.
“But hearing a sad ghost story is not the reason you summoned me here, is it? I’d believe it if you hadn’t brought the meat, but this,” he pointed at the paper bag “smells like good old bribery.”
You sighed, “There might be another reason I called on you.”
“If you want me to convince the Headless Hunt to do another one of those prank things, then it’s out of the question. Dumbledore was so angry he threatened to speak to the Spirit Division. They forced Myrtle back into Hogwarts, you know?”
You had heard of that story. Myrtle had crashed her brother’s wedding and made a fuss, and they called the department on her. Apparently, she wouldn’t be able to leave Hogwarts until all of her relatives had passed. “It’s not for a prank. Promise.”
“Oh?”
“It’s actually for information,” you explained. “I need you to go to the Restricted Section.”
“You’ve snuck in there already, why do you need my help?”
“I don’t know where the book I’m looking for is, or even if it is still there.”
Richie made a slightly disgruntled expression. “What are you on about now?”
“You could maybe ask the help of the ghost lady that haunts the Restricted Section… White-Haired Ellie?”
“Eleanor Atkinson,” he said. “We tried dating back in the nineteenth century, you know. It ended quite badly.”
“You’ve tried dating? As ghosts? How does it even–”
“Well, one has to keep himself busy after death,” he said with a small shrug. “I’m not really eager to see her again, though.”
“Please?” you said with a small pout. “I’ll get you more rotten meat…”
“How much more?”
“I’ll send my owl with a pack every fifteen days for 2 months, straight to the Headless Hunt Headquarters.”
“Six months.”
“I have things to do, Richie,” you said with a sigh. “Four is the best you’re gonna get.”
Richie gave you a pointed look, but acquiesced, “What book do you need then?”
“A journal – may be an annotated book – by Andreas Berlusconi.”
“Andreas Berlusconi?” Richard said with a frown. “Why does that name sound familiar to me?”
“Maybe you’ve read the book?”
“No, Llonie was the swot who knew about writers, not me. Andreas… Andreas… Hang on! I know him!”
“You what?”
“He’s a ghost! An honorary member of the Headless Hunt! I must have seen him last about… seventy years ago I think.”
“Honorary member?”
“Yeah, well, because he’s headless, but not from England. I think he’s often a substitute teacher at Durmstrang.”
“That means… we could possibly get in touch with him if we don’t crack it with his notes!” Your speech started speeding up, you were getting quite excited about new possibilities.
“And what do you want to crack, pray tell?”
“The Scopritore di Veleni,” you said with a smile.
“Am I supposed to know what that is?”
“The Berlusconi Stone, a magical item that helps you detect poisons.”
“Do you feel like you’ll get poisoned soon?” he asked with a frown.
“Huh?” you asked with a small frown of your own. “Not at all, it’s to help a friend.”
“One of your boyfriends?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Maybe,” you replied with a sheepish smile… “Is it all right if I meet you tomorrow in my common room? At about six-thirty?”
“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “Why the urgency?”
“I can’t really tell you,” you responded. “But I have to replicate that stone before a deadline.”
“The stone that was lost and nobody’s ever managed to replicate?”
“Well, nobody’s ever had Berlusconi’s notes,” you said with a confident smirk.
For a second, Richie wondered if you were going on a wild goose chase to try and get your mind off things, but your words rang true as well. Perhaps the Berlusconi Stone wasn’t that hard to replicate. After all, Berlusconi hadn’t come off as a remarkably brilliant ghost when they met.
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Chapter 75: After the Lovin'
PMarauders Chapter 75
You were wrong.
There really was a way for the three of you to fit into the bathtub as you would find out soon; all it took was determination, apparently.
Sirius arrived a few minutes after Remus started filling the bath. He was shamelessly naked – you and Remus too, but you both seemed slightly more bashful about it – as he looked through the potion cabinet they had on top of the toilet. Sirius took two bottles and dropped some of their contents in the tub as it continued to fill. Suddenly bubbles started to form, almost spilling over the tub. The aroma came shortly after; not quite the citric one of his usual soap, but similar enough as if it had been made by the same potioneer.
“What is it?” you asked, taking it from his hands.
“One of his fancy soaps,” Remus said teasingly.
“Oh, Girard & Aubert,” you said as you noticed the label, the French accent coming naturally with the name. “These really are fancy!”
“Oh please,” Sirius said with a wave of his hand.
“Avis used to love their vanilla and midnight breeze candles,” you said as you thought of your mother. “She often smelled like one of their parfums as well, I don’t really remember the name, although I could probably recognize the bottle…”
“That fancy then?” Remus asked with a raised eyebrow. He knew the soaps Sirius used were expensive, he had no idea just how expensive they might have been.
“Yeah, that’s why I ransacked Walburga’s stash every once in a while,” he said proudly.
You smiled as you gave the bottle back to him. It was half empty already, but Sirius didn’t seem to care; he threw some more into the bath before placing it back into the cabinet and pulled out another potion. “And that is?” Remus asked as he dipped his hand into the bubbles. The water was halfway up and he moved to the side, motioning you to get in.
“Relaxing potion,” he responded, “Lavender and Dream Willow Bark. Effie gave it to me and James to use before Quidditch Matches and after intensive training.” He then popped the cork off and poured a good deal in, the relaxing aroma of the potion quickly blending with the others and flooding the atmosphere in a leisurely aura.
“Oh, that’s really nice,” you said as you inhaled.
“Go on, Luv,” Remus whispered and you finally got in the tub, most of your body disappearing within the bubbles. You sighed, clearly pleased and completely missing the smirk Sirius had on his face as he looked at Remus. You still had your eyes closed when you felt someone else getting in, his legs bumping into yours and bending so as not to hurt you.
Sirius leaned down and threw some of the water at your face before he dipped his own under the bubbles and turned back up while pushing his hair back. “Show off,” Remus scoffed playfully, not quite believing he was literally in the bathroom with the two of you.
“Thought you’d enjoy it,” Sirius said with a smirk and a wink.
“Move,” you said as you pushed the side of his hip with your feet. “Can’t stretch properly.” Sirius shook his head as he settled on the side, taking your leg and lazily playing with it under the water. It was delightful, except something wasn’t quite perfect yet.
“Moony, we miss you,” you said with a pout, your arm over the edge of the tub, the bubbles covering your top half, even if only barely.
“We’d need a bigger tub,” he said as he leaned to press a kiss on your pouty lips.
“Lies,” Sirius said. “Come over, Starshine,” He commanded as he extended his arms towards you. You looked at him questioningly and he just motioned for you to do as he said. You leaned to kiss Remus one more time and then moved, sitting on top of Sirius' thighs. “See? I’ve made space.”
“So what? You’re planning for her to sit on top of you the whole time?” Remus asked as he stood to get in, or at least try to. Which turned out not to be as hard as it seemed. He was inside seconds after, his long legs entwined with yours and Sirius’.
“Of course not,” Sirius answered. “She’ll be sitting on top of you for the rest of the bath,” He added and grabbed your waist, gently pushing you onto the taller boy. You fell on top of Remus with a splash and a giggle, chest against chest and bubbles all around. He placed his hands around your waist and pulled you a little higher to drag you into a soft kiss.
Sirius smiled fondly as he looked at the two of you and started playing with some of the bubbles. I could definitely get used to this, he thought. He sat up a little straighter and pulled open one of the nearby cabinets, taking out a sketchbook he’d charmed with a water repelling spell. “May I draw you?” He asked as he flipped the sketchbook open.
You pulled your head a little higher to exchange a simple look with Remus. You rolled your eyes with a smile and he shrugged in response. You turned your head towards Sirius. “You’ve drawn us plenty of times.”
“Not like this…” Sirius said.
“You’ve drawn her naked,” Remus said. You turned your whole body around now, remembering the drawing from that one time and wondering if he still had it.
“I meant together,” Sirius said as he started tracing something on the paper.
“Like this?” you asked as you tilted your head to the side. You were on top of Remus, both of your faces now looking directly at Sirius with unmistakable adoration.
Sirius looked up from the paper, his eyes shining with the most stunning of sights, breath knocked out of him. Moony’s shoulders stood inches above yours, making you seem so small and delicate in front of his wide, strong shoulders. The bubbles were barely covering your breasts, and there were soft and delicate droplets of water lazily running down both of your bodies; your hair was half wet, and every time you breathed out, more bubbles would pop around you, conspiring to reveal more of your enticing form to them. Your lips were slightly swollen and kissed out, just like Remus’, and the two of you had a healthy glow emanating from your faces – a warm kind of blush, a remnant from your earlier activities.
“Exactly like that,” he breathed, and took his pencil, wondering if it was even possible to capture such beauty with merely graphite and paper. He rarely used charmed pencils to draw since they were trickier than normal ones. Still, the idea that both of his lovers would be able to move around in his sketchbook after he was done with the drawing, and that he could capture a piece of you, a magical snippet of your time together, and immortalise it forever... it was too impossible to resist.
“Okay,” you said, biting your lip and accommodating yourself onto Remus, his slippery skin feeling soft and warm against your own. Absolutely delightful, you thought after taking another sniff of the soothing aroma that filled the room. Remus had his hand on one of your thighs and was rubbing it lazily up and down, from your knee to your pelvis, his knuckles sometimes appearing above the water and moving some of the bubbles around. Your head rested against his chest as you stared at Sirius.
Sirius was concentrated, his gaze darting between the paper and the two of you. Sometimes he moved his hand to use the eraser placed on the edge of the tub and then blew on the dusty residue, seeing it disappear and turn into bubbles the moment it touched the water. Perhaps he charmed it too, you thought as you looked at him. His thick lashes were coated in tiny droplets of water, sticking into one another and looking even darker than normal. One of his legs was bent to support the notebook and the other one was straightened, rubbing gently with yours and Remus’ as it lazily moved up and down under the warm water.
Remus was the first one to yawn, his hand on your thigh stilling. You didn’t want to turn around, afraid to wake him if he really had fallen asleep, so instead you nudged Sirius with your feet. “Is he asleep?” you whispered.
Sirius looked up from his notebook and nodded softly. “A few minutes ago, actually,” he responded, voice equally soft. “But it’s alright, I’m working on the surroundings now.”
“May I see?” You asked, extending your hand.
“Sure,” Sirius said, extending the sketchbook. You motioned to grab it – “When it’s ready,” he said as he pulled it back cheekily. You scoffed playfully and kicked the side of his leg which got him to chuckle softly. “If you see it now you might not like it.”
“I like everything you make,” you retorted, still trying to convince him.
“And you'll see it when it’s ready, yeah?” he responded and pushed some bubbles towards your chest.
“Afraid of seeing something that might distract you?” you teased with a soft smirk.
“Afraid of drawing something that might distract me,” he corrected with a smile. “It wouldn’t be fair to feast while Rem is asleep, would it?”
“Who knows?” You shrugged. “He might enjoy waking up to a spectacle.”
Sirius chuckled again and focused back on his drawing. You smiled and yawned, the calming smell and Remus’ chest steadily moving you up and down enough to lull you.
“You can fall asleep too if you want, love,” Sirius said as he bit the back edge of his pencil and stared at the creamed-coloured paper. “I’m still working on the details.” You pursed your lips in response, but laid your head on Remus’ shoulder, turning slightly so the side of your head was calmly resting against it. You could hear and feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, a lullaby in and of itself.
Safe, you realised. There is no place safer than this. And you didn’t quite mean their bathroom, nor the Gryffindor common room. You didn’t even mean the school. You meant them. They were safe.
Eventually, your eyes closed as well. As the two of you slept soundly, Sirius continued working on his drawing. He pulled a few colour pencils and started adding lines of colour on the reflections of the bubbles, trying to capture the way the light hugged your faces and features with each stroke. He was diligently working on Moony’s eyes when he heard something outside. His ears perked up, the coloured pencil falling into the water as he hastily pulled Remus’ wand from the side and pointed it at the door.
“Colloportus,” he whispered. After a second he decided it wasn’t enough and he cast another spell. “Colloportus maxima,” ensuring that no one would be able to open it from the other side.
Thankfully he had cleaned the bed sheets before getting into the bathroom with the two of you. However, he did not remember to pick up the discarded clothes from the floor.
The doorknob rattled and then he heard a short breathy curse. “Sirius, you left a bIoody mess here!” Peter's voice said. “Open up, will you? I need to take a piss!”
Sirius didn’t make a sound, and then Peter started to furiously knock on the door, startling both you and Remus awake. Remus immediately became slightly panicked, but Sirius had his finger over his mouth. Yes, you needed to tell Peter already, but the three of you naked in a bathtub was not the way to break the news.
“Sirius!”
“I can’t open the door, Wormy.”
“What?” The other boy asked as he exhaled in exasperation. “Sirius I really need to fucking go to the loo and you have nothing I haven’t seen already.”
“I still can’t open the door.”
“Fuck off, mate. I’m gonna break it open if you don’t–”
You opened your eyes wide, looking back at Sirius who looked like he didn’t know what to do. “You can’t come in, Pete!” you rushed out, your eyes closing tightly as you winced, waiting for a reply. Peter seemed to pause on the other side of the door. The furious knocking was replaced with an eerie silence.
Peter hesitated. “Vixen?” he asked timidly.
“I mean, there is definitely something you haven’t seen in here.”
“And he will definitely not be seeing it,” Sirius said, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. You thought it was funny, especially from someone so eagerly ready to share with the other boy now sitting in the tub.
“I’m– I’m sorry,” Peter stammered. “I thought you were gone, I–” Peter finally noticed some of the clothes scattered on the floor and blushed furiously when he saw your knickers near one of the pillows. He whipped his gaze back to the door before he noticed that there were two and not one pair of trousers on the floor. “On Remus’ bed?!” he blustered before he could stop himself. “He’ll be furious!”
Remus tried not to laugh. But you felt his chest tightening and shaking behind you. He leaned onto you a little closer to whisper in your ear: “Even if I had seen that before we were together, I would have been more frustrated than furious...”
“Well, Moony doesn’t need to find out, does he?” Sirius said to Peter, mildly distracted by Remus’ teasing. He had not heard what he said, but he’d seen your reaction to it, which gave him a good enough idea.
“Sirius I dunno–”
“Keep a little secret for us, would you, Pete?” you added, in a saccharine and more persuasive voice. That same tone you often use to get your way.
“Well… fine. But you better clean this mess up before he arrives!” Peter said with a frown. “And, don’t even dare using my bed, ever!”
“It’s the furthest from the door. No need to worry, Wormy,” Sirius said with a satisfied smile. He knew Peter would be frowning on the other side of the door.
“Uh– speaking of Remus…”
“Yes?” you asked. Sirius turned to you and you shrugged in return.
“Do you know where he is?”
Remus pinched the side of your stomach playfully, clearly in a good mood about the whole thing now. There was some splashing inside as you squirmed out of his grasp. Sirius turned to you with raised eyebrows.
“Perhap– AH!” you squirmed and broke into a laugh as Remus tickled you. You gave him a look and he just smiled.
“Punishment for shagging in my bed,” he said in a hushed tone.
Peter heard your laugh and some splashing from behind the door. Fucking hell. Maybe he didn’t need to know where Remus was so urgently after all, he thought, blushing furiously.
“As if you hadn’t loved every minute of it, Moony,” Sirius whispered back.
You shook your head and turned it back at the door. “Maybe he’s at the library.”
“Yeah?” Pete asked, unsure.
“He mentioned something about it,” you added with a shrug. Remus had both of his hands on your shoulders now, rubbing soft, distracting circles, the cheeky arsehole.
“Hey Wormy,” Sirius said, a smirk spreading across his lips. He waited for a second, the silence confirming he had his attention. “Would you mind, erm… leaving? We were in the middle of something,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You splashed the bubbly water at his face.
“Right, sorry,” Peter said. “You won’t take too long, will you?” he added afterwards, in that clumsy manner of his. “I wanted to take a shower before dinner. I was going to sit with Annie...”
“I mean, for Vixen’s sake I hope I don’t last too little eith–” Sirius’ mouth was cut off by your hands flying to it, in a furious attempt to stop him from spitting out more filth. Remus looked at the two of you amusedly as you stared at Sirius, livid.
“Pete,” you said. “Please go before Sirius continues to embarrass me.”
Sirius said something about it being nothing but the truth, but his voice was muffled by your hands.
“Sorry for um… interrupting,” Peter said right before scurrying away from the scene. Maybe it was all karma for that one time you had accidentally busted him making out with Annie in the broom closet. It wasn’t until you heard the door slam in the distance that you finally removed your hands from Sirius’ mouth. He started laughing and so did you and Remus, you more out of shame than anything else. The idea of Peter assuming that things happened inside his bathroom making you feel like an intruder.
“Ugh, I’m not gonna be able to look him in the face from now on!” you complained in between laughs.
“I doubt he minds it much,” Sirius said with a shrug.
“I mean, he might,” Remus said, with the sole purpose of teasing you further. “Serves you right, doing it on my bed, atrocious!” Sirius just laughed in return, wincing and fishing his yellow-coloured pencil from the bottom of the tub. “You coloured us?”
“I couldn’t resist not doing it,” Sirius responded. “I would have done watercolour but this sketchbook has an always dry charm.”
“Oh,” Remus said as if only now he realised something. “That’s the reason you wanted it.”
“Also the reason he takes so long when he takes a bath, I guess,” you teased. The boys had a running gag about Sirius always taking the longest in the bathroom. James was a close second.
Sirius pulled his tongue out to you and sat the sketchbook near the sink. “You think he’s gone by now?” he asked Remus.
“Yeah,” he responded, “he wouldn’t want to hear you two moaning and grunting all over his bathroom.”
“But you would,” Sirius teased with a wink.
Remus rolled his eyes at his comment but leaned closer to you and placed a kiss on your cheekbone, “I would,” he whispered near your ear and you giggled in return, both of you looking at Sirius in an enigmatic manner afterwards, knowing it would rattle him.
“You think you’re so funny,” he scoffed in amazement. “But I’ve always had the best sense of humour,” he added as he pushed himself off the sides of the tub and landed right on top of you and pressed a kiss to Remus’s lips as he pressed his chest against yours.
“That’s not particularly funny,” Remus said with an amused smile as Sirius pulled back from the kiss.
“Isn’t it? I thought you’d laugh so much you would never want me to stop.”
“Well, I never said I’d want you to stop,” Remus added as he dragged him closer. You pressed a kiss to Sirius’ neck and felt him shiver as you grazed your teeth against his soft skin in a playful manner. Slowly squirming in between the two of them and kissing his neck until you reached his earlobe, pressing soft kisses to his face and then, when you were sure he wasn’t expecting it, blowing straight onto his ear. He pretty much jumped back as both you and Remus laughed.
“What the hell?!” Sirius asked, heart hammering against his chest as he looked at you in shock.
“Well, you had the best sense of humour, didn’t you?” you asked in between laughs.
“You’ll see,” he said with a smile and drew closer again, hands going straight to the side of your stomach, where he knew you were the most ticklish.
After about half an hour or so of back-and-forth teasing, the three of you somehow decided it was time to leave the bathtub, lest Peter come back and realise that the amount of clothes laid on the floor belonged to more than two people.
“Here, take this,” Remus said as he got out of the tub and picked out a clean towel from their stack.
“Thanks,” you said as you stood up, ready to catch the towel with your hands but ending up being wrapped in it as you stepped out of the tub. “Oh, thanks,” you muttered a little startled as he picked one from his shoulder and started drying your hair.
“No problem,” he said with a smile and pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled, a little dazed at his careful handling.
“He’s just trying to seduce you,” Sirius said as he dried his hair and started to untangle it with his fingers. He was sitting on the edge of the tub, a towel carelessly thrown over his lap by Remus, and the other around his shoulders. He looked still glistening and slightly flushed. Had it been any other moment, you would have assumed that flush had to do with a warm bath and not with you and Remus standing half-naked right next to him, let alone for the exact thing you’d been doing before it.
You wondered if you looked as fucked out or delighted as he did. You hadn’t gotten a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, but you certainly felt the way he looked.
“Of course I am trying to seduce her, and you as well,” Remus responded with a smirk. He knew just how competitive Sirius was, and if that competitiveness fueled your delight, then he would gladly indulge in it.
“Don’t tempt me to throw the two of you back in the tub,” he said as he pointed an accusing finger at the other boy. “I have certain ideas of things that would be more than enough to beguile you, and that you were too tired for earlier.”
“I have some ideas of my own,” Remus responded with a smile, eyeing you closely as he did. Whatever was in his mind, had to do with you. “But this tub is way too small for those.”
“Oh,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm at the thought. Remus laughed. You weren’t sure you had ever heard him laugh as much in one day as you had these past few hours. Perhaps the pent-up emotions from before really had caged a side of him that you were more than eager to discover. A more teasing, and way more playful side.
“Who’s gonna get out of here first?” Sirius asked.
“Should be you,” Remus said, hands still busy drying your hair – technically making a ratty mess of it, but you weren’t about to complain from a divine scalp massage. “Peter knows you were in here anyway.”
“Right,” Sirius said with a nod, his eyes narrowing on Remus. He knew that was right, but he still thought it was rather convenient for Remus to get you for a few seconds longer. Not that he was jealous, or… Perhaps he was, but not in the “she’s mine” type of jealousy, but in the “I also want to spend more time here” kind.
Sirius walked towards the door and opened it carefully, leaning against the frame and looking around. “Just us,” he said as he allowed the door to fully open, pointing his wand at the dorm door and locking it one more time, a stronger spell this time around.
You stepped outside next, looking for your discarded clothes all over the floor. You still had the towel wrapped around you and leaned down to look for your knickers under the bed when you noticed someone being overly quiet near the corner.
“Looking for something, Étoile?” he asked, a smug smile playing on his lips as he stared at you, your underwear dangling from his forefinger.
You sighed as you spotted him, knowing full well that all he wanted was to be a tease about it.
“May I please have my knickers back?” you asked as you blinked his way.
“I thought they were mine now,” he said with a smug smile.
“What?” you asked, confused.
“Do you not remember?” He asked with a smile.
You faintly recalled Remus throwing them his way after taking them off of you. Your mind had been busy, but not so busy that you’d forget telling him he could keep them. “I remember Remus throwing them out of the way, I guess they accidentally fell on your face…” you responded with a shrug and a faint smile.
“No, they were most definitely thrown my way on purpose.”
“Were they, though?” you asked as you tilted your head to the side and pulled your bra from under a pillow. “Would Moony be able to confirm that?”
“I would not,” Remus said as he stepped next to Sirius and took them from his hands in a fast movement. He’d already gotten a new pair of trousers on and was walking around shirtless while looking for one of his jumpers. You smiled, thinking he was going to hand them over to you – finally – but instead, he swiftly placed them in his pocket. You gasped. “Surely you already have a pair,” he said as he looked at Sirius with a smug smile. Sirius stared at him as dumbfounded as you.
“You can’t be serious!”
“I can be as serious as he is,” Moony retorted, moving to his chest of drawers on the side and pulling out a worn band tee, putting it on before letting himself fall on the bed. He looked up at you from there, eyes big and innocent as he asked. “You don’t really mind it, do you?”
You pursed your lips, thinking of a proper answer. “She does not,” Sirius said as he laid his arm over your shoulder and handed you your skirt with the other.
“Are you expecting me to wear this skirt without knickers?” you asked indignantly.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Sirius said with a smirk and you scoffed. Then you pulled the skirt on and turned around before taking off the towel and putting on your bra.
“You’ll give it back, won’t you?” Sirius mouthed at Remus.
“Don't really want to,” he responded.
“Then don’t,” Sirius mouthed as he bit his lip and moved towards his trunk. “Use this instead, Starshine,” he said as he shot you a pair of grey boxers.
“Really?” you asked as you caught them.
“Better than nothing, isn’t it?” He said with a smile. You shook your head with a short, amused laugh, and then leaned down to put them on.
Eventually, you took one of Remus’ jumpers and pulled it on – not the one you’d been wearing, but the one he had earlier. You then allowed yourself to fall over Remus’ bed in the same way he had. “You took my jumper,” he said as he pointed a finger towards you.
“And you stole my kickers, deal with it.”
“You’ve been stealing my jumpers for way longer than that.”
“Well, they smell nice.”
“I could say the same thing.”
“Ugh, that’s grotty!” you told him as you pushed him playfully.
There was a knock on the door after that. The three of you looked at each other. Sirius was the only one not fully dressed yet. “Who is it?” Sirius asked as he pulled on a pair of checkered pyjama bottoms.
“Me!” James said from the other side of the door, sounding flustered.
“Oh,” Sirius said as he walked towards the door to open it. “Come in.”
James had messy hair – way messier than normal – and he was looking at the three of you with the guiltiest of expressions. “Wormy didn’t– he didn’t come here, did he?”
“Wormtail?” Sirius said with a raised eyebrow. “Same person you promised you would entertain so we could have our picnic?”
James looked around the room, with cups half drunk and some sweets half eaten. “I’m really sorry!” he rushed. “I was with him and the girls, but then his girlfriend came over, and they were talking, and I lost sight of him for just one second, and then he was gone! Annie said he’d gone back to look for Remus and I swear I was going to track him to stop him but then–” he hesitated.
“Yes?” you asked as you sat up on the bed, pressing him to continue.
“Well, I was on my way, but then Lily saw something in the middle of an alleyway… It was a baby Neverbird, and she wanted to help it, so we picked it up and took it to S. Stirling and then I was going to come look for Peter, but she said she thought she left something else in the alley, and I swear I believed her!”
“What?” Remus asked, turning around on the bed to lay on his stomach and using his elbows to prompt himself up. Your hands mindlessly went to his hair and you started scratching his scalp.
“Well, I thought she really had left something, but turns out she hadn’t, she just wanted a quiet place to… erm–”
“You fucking tosser! You allowed Peter to burst in on us shagging because you wanted to snog Lily?” Sirius said, exasperated enough for James to believe him.
“He did what?” James asked in shock. “You said you were not going to do that!”
“How is that relevant?” Sirius added. “We wanted to tell him and now he’s properly narked off because we didn’t!”
James’ face fell. “Is he really?” He dramatically flopped to the floor. “Merlin, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to– I shouldn’t have let it happen! Lily is my life but I shouldn’t have let her distract me. I’m a terrible friend, the worst of friends! I’d understand it if you never wanted to talk with me again, I promised I’d keep him away and…”
As James kept rambling on, you turned to look at Remus and whispered, “Should we tell him?”
“Sirius would say to let him suffer a bit more.”
“I mean, he tried, the poor sod,” you added with a shrug; your tall boyfriend mirrored you, and then nodded.
“Hey, Prongs,” you said, but he continued mumbling. You rolled your eyes and called him again. When that didn’t succeed, you took a pillow from the bed and threw it at his face.
“Ow,” he said as he finally looked towards you. He stilled, he had been so wrapped up in his self-commiseration that he hadn’t realised how calm both you and Remus looked.
“Technically, Peter didn’t barge in on us,” you explained with a shrug.
“What?” James asked, clearly more confused than before.
“We were in the bathroom,” you added.
“I mean, Peter might have got the idea that Vixen and I were shagging in there, but he has no idea Remus was with us.”
“So he–” James said as he looked between the bed and Sirius. “You mean he didn’t– Padfoot! You’re such an arsehole!” he added as he hit Sirius with the same pillow you’d thrown at him earlier. Sirius guffawed.
“That'll learn you, mate! Serves you right for getting distracted with the sweet redhead instead of covering for us properly.”
“You’re such a git!” he yelled without any real bite as he hit him one last time with the pillow and then walked towards the centre of the room where a good deal of the picnic still lay. James took one of the sandwiches in the basket and started munching on it. “How was your date? Before Peter, I mean…”
“Fantastic,” Remus said with a smile as Sirius said, “Brilliant.”
You smiled, you couldn’t agree more. In fact, you weren’t even that bothered about Peter’s intrusion. If anything it was more of a reminder of how important it was for you to tell your friends, since apparently you weren’t all that good at keeping the relationship a secret. How exactly did they manage to hide Moony’s secret for so long? You wondered. “Yeah, Sirius did a fantastic job with the picnic.”
“So did Vixen entertaining Remus.”
“As if that had ever been hard for her,” James said in between bites. “Nine times out of ten, if she’s not with either of us, guaranteed she’s with him.”
“Or scheming,” Sirius said with a wink. “Making friends with the ghosts and whatnot.”
“Come off it, I’m not that much of a schemer, am I,” you argued, just afterwards remembering something you had been pondering about before the picnic. “And what I’m about to say is a mere coincidence and has nothing to do with scheming.” James smiled, though he had his back to you. “I'm gonna need your cloak later this week, Prongs.”
“Not for scheming?”
“No, not for scheming.”
“Are you absolutely sure?” he teased further. “What is it you need it for?”
“Well, why else would I need an invisibility cloak for? Not to be seen!”
“Your disillusionment charm is remarkably good, if you need the cloak then you’ll be sneaking off somewhere where you do not want to risk being found out,” James retorted. “Where are you going to go?”
“Not just me, Rem is coming too.”
“I am?” Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Of course,” you smiled. “We’ll go back for that Dreamspore.”
Monday, 24thJanuary, 1977
“Hey!” you heard from behind you, followed by your name. “Wait, wait!”
You hesitated, biting your lip and sighing as you turned. Kless was a few steps behind.
“Oh, hi!” you said as you spotted him. Just him, you thought.
“I’ve been looking for you for a while. It’s like you’ve been hiding…”
To be fair, you kind of had. You've tried to keep yourself busy these last few days. Ever since the start of term, people either avoided you like the plague or were very insistent on asking questions about “The Great Christmas Fire of 1976.” The Slytherins had blown them off from the start, and people were too scared to ask Rosier about it repeatedly, since Barty spread the rumour that he had been hexing those that made references to the disaster at his house. You, on the other hand, seemed like the most approachable person from the ones confirmed present at the party, and the list was constantly fluctuating, with some students claiming they had been there for traction only to be debunked days later by someone who had actually been there.
So they approached you, who were both confirmed to be there and the centre of a whole conspiracy regarding the start of the fire. Some approached you kindly and signalled their support with a few brief words, while others were more insistent, firing question after question after question at you, making you feel like you were on an Auror interrogation. You had tried to delicately answer some of them, but their questions were anything but delicate. A girl had even asked you if you were a pyromaniac and if that was the reason you’d started the fire and burned your mother. Marlene had almost hexed her on the spot, and would have, had it not been for Lily who stopped her and told the girl to run.
That’s why whenever someone randomly called your name in the halls, you often ignored it and continued walking to your next class. Not that you were particularly excited about Herbology.
“I have been hiding a little,” you admitted, adjusting your backpack. You hadn’t seen Kless in a while, but at least you were sure that he wasn’t going to be an arse and ask you about the fire. At least you hoped he wouldn’t.
“Right,” he said, remembering the drama going on. Kless had never been into politics; he loved potions, and making potions, and the art of extracting elixirs and ingredients, and he really focused on it. In fact, he exclusively read the “Potion Advancements” section of the Daily Prophet and little else, so he hadn’t even heard about the fire until days later when some people were discussing it in class. “I trust you know I don’t believe in any of that rubbish people have been saying about you.”
“I assumed you wouldn’t,” you responded with a smile, looking around, making sure no random person would be approaching you. The hall seemed relatively empty, which was indicative of one thing only: you were going to be quite late for class.
Kless smiled, “I won’t take long,” he said as he moved his shoulder to bring his satchel forwards and opened it. “I’ve been looking for you because I think I’ve finally” – he switched to a whisper on the last part of his sentence – “cracked the Wolfsbane potion,” he said carefully as he took out a vial and a small notebook. “I made you a copy of the recipe. It’s extremely detailed, but I’d rather prepare it with you if you want to learn how to make it.” He handed you the notebook. “Not because I don’t think you can follow instructions, Slughorn has mentioned that you’re really good at potions and all that, but this one took me so many tries to get right,” he added. “Although, I’ve yet to know if it actually works.”
“How are you planning to find out then?” you asked as you looked at the potion in your hands. It was a rather large bottle, about the size of a large anti-cough brew.
“Ugh well… My older cousin knows someone,” he said. “They will be trying it for me. I can tell you how it goes afterwards. Slughorn also said he’d get somebody to test it.”
“Right,” you said with a smile. “It’s totally safe, isn’t it?”
“Are you planning to drink it?” he asked jokingly. You didn’t respond, so he cleared his throat. “Right, sorry. Yes, it’s completely safe. You can revise the ingredient list if you please. Wolfsbane might be worrisome but it was neutralized. I’ve read a lot about it and even tested it on some rats the house elves caught for me.”
You smiled. “Just wanted to make sure... Wouldn’t want your cousin’s friend to find out the ugly way... By the way, does he study here?”
“It’s a she,” Kless said. “And she did.”
“Oh, no chance I’ve met her, then.”
“Oh, you know her alright,” Kless said with a laugh, but did not elaborate. You narrowed your eyes at him but didn’t press further. “This is yours,” he said as he handed you a small leatherbound notebook. “It’s got all the important stuff.”
“Thank you,” you said as you took the notebook in your hands and flipped the cover to look at some of the notes. “I definitely want to learn how to make it.”
Kless smiled, “Can you do Friday?”
“I’ve got Quidditch practice and then study club, I guess I could skive off the study club, but…”
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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader
Word Count: 7.4 K
Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job. Consent is Sexy.
Prompt: It's not the first time for any of the three. But it is your first time together.
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Chapter 73: Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’
♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut
“I surrender,” he said, creating an oxymoron with the defying manner in which he spoke. His lips curled just slightly upwards as his gaze focused solely on yours.
The second Remus spoke, you dropped the wand on the side of the bed, and went back to kissing him. As Sirius admired from the sidelines, you placed both of your hands on Remus’ neck, dragging him closer to you as your lips pressed against each other. Remus’ tongue slid over your lips, soft, and tentative, only to be welcomed by the parting of your mouth.
His lips tasted like chocolate spread and sparkling wine, but more than anything –they tasted like him, and you were hungry, unbelievably hungry for that flavour. You weren’t sure you’d ever have enough of it, but you were willing to continue trying for as long as it was necessary, and even if there never was enough, you’d be thrilled to kiss him for as long as the world continued to spin, and for as long as the sun continued to shine.
He slid his hands down your back, savouring the curve of your waist, leaving one hand there and allowing the other to travel further down, playing with the flowy fabric of the short little skirt that had caught his eyes just a few minutes ago. It was softer than it looked, and although he couldn’t be bothered to check, he was pretty sure it had ridden up your thigh from the position you were both sitting in. You must have looked stunning. Sirius would readily confirm that you did.
Your kisses were as addictive to him as his were to you. He felt like every breath he neglected to take was worth it. As long as he continued to taste your lips, he wouldn’t care much for running out of oxygen – asphyxia sounded better than pulling away from you. Even drugs would fall short in comparison. Nothing could draw him in like the smell of your skin against his own, nothing except for Sirius’, which had mingled with yours so much that he could pretty much taste him on your lips.
You pulled away for a second, cheeks warm and heart thumping against your ears as you tried to recover your breath. “Could I?” you asked as you touched the hem of his jumper. You knew he had nothing underneath – you’d noticed earlier while tickling him – and you knew how self-conscious he could be.
“Whatever you want,” he said, not caring how desperate he might have sounded. You smiled, leaning back towards him, desperate to feel his lips against yours while you continued playing with the hem of his jumper, slowly sliding your hands underneath, feeling how much warmer he was in comparison to them.
You could feel him tensing under your hands. His hand on your waist had slid down a bit as well, his thumb chasing the feeling of your skin, barely lifting the side of the jumper – coincidentally also his – that you were wearing. For a second, Remus wondered if it was more fun to take your or his own clothes off you. Sirius would favour taking Moony’s jumpers off you, just because he would get both of your enticing scents mingled together, in the process.
Your hands continued to roam through his chest until eventually you managed to pull the jumper half way up, amid a somewhat desperate attempt at both continuing to be touched by him and removing his hands from you so you could take off the sleeves of his jumper. When you eventually did manage to remove them, he was quick to pass it over his head and go back to your kiss. His hands now went back to your waist, attempting to push you back slightly, scared you might feel how aroused he was if you inched your waist any closer.
He was sure you must have snogged Sirius like this thousands of times and that didn’t necessarily have to lead to anything else, to anything more. Especially since you hadn’t actually had sex with Pads until months after you started dating, and so Remus didn’t want to assume anything, even if you had been quite close to going through with it a few times so far.
His brain understood that perfectly, but the rest of his body seemed to be in dissonance with it. The way you felt so close set him ablaze, and it was hard to make his limbs comprehend that kissing, even if it was fierce and desperate, wouldn’t necessarily lead to sex. Especially when his cock – seeming to have a mind of its own – continued twitching and straining against his pants in a way that was both painful and madly pleasurable. Perhaps he’d cum just from kissing you, however embarrassing it might be.
He tried to hold his hands back from crawling too high, but they were almost acting on their own accord, and when you felt them brush right around the curve of your breast, you knew you had way too many clothes on. You pulled back to take your jumper and shirt off in a swift motion and discarded it behind you, somewhere on the floor. Remus wanted to admire you, but you were faster, connecting your lips together again; and he was not about to pull back from a kiss.
Sirius, who had been watching all of it while eating strawberries, decided he wanted a better view, and stood, walking straight towards the two of you and sitting about half a metre away on the bed at first; then, he moved up towards the headboard and leaned back against the pillows, wondering if either of you would mind his staring.
When you felt the shift on the bed, one of your hands instantly travelled in search for him, landing close to his knee, and settling there with an assuring squeeze. It was a simple gesture, but he knew he had to be there, he belonged there. Whether it was to watch the two of you kiss or to join you at the right moment, he knew he was welcomed, heck, perhaps even needed.
Upon the feeling of more skin, Remus was ready to explore it all, so his kisses went from your lips to the side of your cheeks and then to your neck, needy, desperate, trying to maintain at least one hand on your waist to make sure you didn’t lean too close, which was becoming much harder now that you’d started swaying your hips towards him. You might have been too busy sighing, but Sirius had long ago noticed how turned on Remus was, and he was enticed by the idea of releasing him of his predicament. Would he mind? he wondered, if I touched him the way I touched Starshine in James' bedroom?
It was that same line he didn’t know how or when to cross, Remus seemed perfectly fine with kissing him, with taking his shirt off, but they had never gotten further, and no matter how bold and reckless Sirius was, he was terrified of being rejected by Remus, of doing anything that would push him away, or kill the mood. They’d already had a big fight once, and those days in which Remus had ignored him had been torturous, he didn’t want that to ever happen again.
You were panting now, your breath escaping your mouth in soft little sounds that made his mind start spinning, and his cock strained against his trousers almost as much as Remus’ was. The sounds of Remus kissing your shoulder were just as entrancing. Sirius started leaning towards the two of you, ready to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, since it was the closest spot available, when Remus pulled from you as if he’d been burned.
You stared at him with heavily lidded eyes and a hazy confused gaze, swaying between the heady waves of pleasure still running through you and the slight annoyance from how fast he’d pulled away from you, as if he had tasted something he didn’t like.
“What’s–”
“I did that,” he said as he stared at your shoulder, horrified.
You turned to look, bleary-eyed still. Realisation hit you the moment you saw what he was looking at. Your scar. It was fully healed now, but the slightly whiter tissue and the jagged lines of the ridges were still there, almost impossible to mask, a permanent reminder of that night, a permanent reminder of Moony.
“Oh, it’s fine,” you said softly. While the lines on your arm were thick and visible, they were nothing compared to what he’d done to himself. To the scars from Moony clawing at him and from the fresher ones where his skin ripped apart to let the Wolf out. For you, the pain was gone; he had to live with it on a constant basis.
“It’s not fine,” he said, voice low, almost cracking near the end. You could hear the self-hatred hidden beneath it.
You took his chin in your hands and pulled him back to look at you. “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you reassured. “It’s just a mark.”
“A mark that I made, a constant reminder of who I am, of what I am. Of how dangerous, or the mons–“
“Stop!” You commanded. “It’s none of those things.” He sighed, his shoulders slouching as his head tilted to the side, contritely, you figured. He didn’t believe you.
“You should have seen the way the water clung to it in the fae pool,” Sirius said. “It was beautiful.”
“Don’t call it that!” Remus retorted, almost too fast, both offended and angry by the prospect.
“Why not?” You asked with a frown. “Why should we see it as something other than beautiful?”
“Because I hurt you!” he said, his chest rising as he got worked up. “What I did caused you pain for weeks, you could barely carry your fucking bags because of it, it’s a permanent reminder of everything that went wrong–”
“It is not!” you interrupted, even more sternly now. “It might have been painful when it happened but it’s not painful anymore.” Trying to explain how you’d not only gotten used to it – but even attached to it – was something you’d never thought you’d had to do, but you were trying to think of a way.
Remus, on the other hand, following his tendencies of rejecting his own body and thinking himself as a monster, was finding it hard not to reject the marks that matched his own. Not because he thought you looked any less beautiful due to them, but because he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d been the cause of your pain, which was not only unacceptable, but too close to his worst fear: Moony hurting the people he loved.
“I don’t see them as remnants of pain,” you said, still struggling to find the right words; all the reading you’d done must have left something, right? “They’re more like… ink on a parchment,” you breathed, “telling the story of that night, yes, but of many things afterwards, too. Of our friendship, of the day I discovered the boys were animagi, of the day you discovered I was a fox. Of how I turned into Vixen, of how we all grew closer, of Sirius cleaning my wounds in the river, of Lily helping me heal – hell, of Lily stealing supplies from Pomfrey, something I never expected to happen.
“Of talking to Myrtle while trying to clean an open wound, and – I won’t lie, not all the stories are happy ones,” you said, thinking of Evan gripping onto your arm and threatening you when you figured he was dating Barty. “But they’re my story, a reminder of everything I have and haven’t done since I got here. It’s not a painful scar, Rem – it’s part of who I was and who I’m becoming. It’s our story.”
“Besides, it’s a reminder of you,” Sirius said with a small adoring smile. He was soft as he brushed his fingers on Remus’ neck and squeezed ever so gently, as reassuring as he could.
Remus looked at him and then at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what you were saying, as if he thought it was all just an attempt at placating him. “Do you think them ugly?” you asked.
“What?” he reacted almost immediately, his brows furrowing for a split second as he looked at the scars again and then at you. “Of course not!” he said, searching for your eyes. One of the things he had always been scared of was being naked and people seeing his scars – Moony’s self-inflicted scars – and now he was making you feel insecure about them – or so he thought. “No! I’d never–“ he stumbled on his own words. “I just hate myself for having done that to you.”
“It was Moony, not you, Remus.”
“It’s the same thing,” he retorted.
“It is not,” you soothed. “Similar? Yes. Same beautiful eyes, same piercing gaze, but I know you’d never hurt me. In fact, I’m quite sure he’d never hurt me either.”
Remus shook his head, and allowed it to fall on the curve between your neck and your shoulder, looking at the scar as he gently pressed the pads of his fingers over it, curious as to how it felt: if it was the same as his skin, if it would be softer, because your skin was softer either way. “Will you ever forgive me?” he mumbled.
“I forgave Moony ages ago,” you responded, turning your head towards him and pressing a short kiss to his hair. “Did you know he and Vixen are friends now?” you teased.
He laughed, not wholeheartedly, but the hint of a chuckle was there, almost as if it’d gotten stuck on his throat.
“I can confirm that,” Sirius said with a smile. “Good friends, Moony can barely tolerate her playing with me.”
“You’re a pair of idiots,” he murmured, turning his head to look at you, his cheek resting on your shoulder, his breath brushing against your neck, making you shiver.
“But we’re your idiots,” Sirius said with unquestionable devotion in his eyes.
“And we like you very, very much,” you said, leaning down to press a kiss to Remus’ neck, right below his ear. “An insane amount,” you said before pressing another. “How much more convincing do you need?”
Remus was about to say he was convinced, but Sirius beat him to speak, “I may have an idea of how to make him stop worrying about the little things.”
“Oh,” you said, your mouth not leaving Remus’ neck as your gaze tilted to Sirius. “You do?”
“I think so,” he smirked. “What do you say, Moons?”
“Sirius, whatever it is you’re thinking–”
“It was a rhetorical question,” Sirius said, gently pulling Moony’s head back and pressing a kiss to his lips.
You smiled, Moony chased Sirius’ lips as his arm laced behind your back and pulled you a little closer, as if not to lose your kisses on his neck. You smiled knowingly, and started pressing kisses now all over his shoulder as well, making sure to kiss his scars as much as you were kissing the rest of his skin.
“We should–” you breathed, “probably lock the door.”
Sirius separated himself from Remus’ mouth just long enough to respond with a grin, “I did that when you were tickling each other.” You grinned back, satisfied, and continued to press kisses on Remus, and while neither of you knew exactly how to proceed, there was something the three of you would have agreed on: it felt just right.
Without even thinking what you were doing, you started rocking your hips against Remus’ again. He tried to hold you back again, but Siriuis was quicker, and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly in his.
Remus spoke in between kisses, “Sirius, wait, I–“
“–It’s okay,” he responded, voice raspy. “Don’t think about it, just enjoy.”
“But–“ Sirius kissed him again, swallowing his worries. Remus was still scared of you feeling how hard he was.
But you were more inclined to it than anything, pushing your entire self closer to him and feeling his bulge against you. The moment the direct friction hit him, Remus groaned, accidentally biting Sirius’ lips. “Fuck, sorry–” he said as he pulled back to look at Sirius who instead of complaining was grinning like an idiot.
“Étoile, do that again, will you?” he said, breathing heavily as he stared at Remus.
“What do you mean, Puppy?” you said innocently, “This?” you added as you pressed your hips against Remus again, this time a muffled moan escaped his lips. What a lovely sound, you thought.
Sirius laughed, while Remus stared at him, a mix between reproachful and delighted, his cheeks warm and his lips slightly swollen; he looked absolutely divine.
“Or this?” you added, this time pressing a kiss just above the end of Remus’ jaw, which elicited another –. if softer – sound from Remus. You were tempted to bite his earlobe but decided to stick to kissing, since it was something you had done earlier.
“Fuck the two of you,” Remus said, clearly amused.
“Oh, you might get to do just that, Moons, do not despair,” Sirius responded. You laughed, Remus was about to argue again, but you rocked your hips to him, this time grinding onto his boner a little longer and his breath got caught in his throat.
“Fuck,” he said again, this time not directed towards anybody in particular.
“She does that sometimes,” Sirius said with a laugh before pulling Remus in for another kiss.
“I do what sometimes?” you asked before you went back to kissing Remus’ neck, still softly dry humping against his trousers.
“Whatever the fuck you want,” Sirius responded. “Drives me mad.”
“Slander,” you retorted with a smile.
“Highly doubt it, Little Witch,” Remus teased and moaned as you rocked your hips into his a bit harder, in retaliation.
“Can I get rid of these?” you asked as you took a hold of his belt. “Bit rough.”
“Mhm,” Remus barely managed to answer in between a kiss. You smiled, unbuckling his belt and then going straight for the latch of his trousers. You already knew the location of it from the Prefects’ bath, which made it much easier. With the help of Sirius, you somehow managed to pull the entire thing off, leaving Remus with nothing but his underwear – a black snugly pair that hugged his thighs and made the tent of his cock straining against them impossible to hide.
You stared for a second, trying not to think too much of the size. You already kind of knew he was bigger than Sirius – Rem was taller after all – and you had felt it in the Prefects’ Bathroom; but you had not been expecting the sizeable bulge in front of you.
Of course Sirius noticed that too, and there was no way he’d miss the opportunity to tease you. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer,” he told Remus as he pulled from the kiss and tilted his head towards you while biting his bottom lip.
You turned to him almost instantly, cheeks burning and a small frown on your face. Sirius smiled and gave you a teasing eyebrow raise while Remus turned to you, head tilted just slightly to the side. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always admired him,” you responded a little haughtily, but Sirius just chuckled.
“Brilliant save,” he responded. Remus turned to him inquisitively, about to ask something, but Sirius was faster. “We might not be the only ones with wandering eyes.” Remus raised both of his eyebrows at Sirius who was just nodding as he licked his lips. He already had an idea of Remus’ size, he’d lived with him for years, and one time while they were pissed they had all decided to measure their own dicks. Sirius had never been self conscious about his looks, so the fact that Remus was bigger had never raised any insecurities.
“Sirius,” you warned.
“I mean, it’s only healthy that you’d be looking at his boner,” Sirius replied with a nonchalant shrug, completely unaffected by your warnings. You scoffed and swatted the side of his arm playfully, but he took the chance to grab your wrist and pull you closer to him and into a kiss. By now, Sirius had one leg bent on the bed and the other hanging from the edge, allowing him to get much closer to the two of you, one of his hands still on the back of Remus’ neck as he kissed you shamelessly.
Remus felt his cock twitch against you as he saw the two of you kiss, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, searching for that same friction from earlier. You smiled, leaning closer and grinding straight on his boner as you continued to kiss Sirius, who had now leaned close enough for you to feel his bulge straining against the side of your leg.
You continued kissing Sirius, moving your hand on Remus’ shoulder just long enough to move his hair behind his ear, so Moony had a better view of his beautiful boyfriend kissing you, as you continued to rub yourself against him. Your movements were slow but purposeful, moving your hips just enough to maintain a constant rhythm that had your core aching for more. Not to mention the soft movement allowed your knee to grind against Sirius’ length, even if with slightly less control.
“Ah, fuck,” Sirius said as you angled your leg slightly to the side. He teasingly bit your lip in retaliation and angled himself closer to feel more friction. All the while, Remus stared at the two of you, breath short from your ministrations and the absolutely delightful sight he had. Perhaps he now understood why Sirius hadn’t let you off his lap while he was kissing you; there was something ardent about getting to have you grinding against him while you kissed Sirius. Something tantalising about the fact that he could easily lean down to kiss your neck or touch you – which he eventually did.
His hand on your hips lowered further and crept under your skirt while his lips found home on your neck. You sighed in the middle of Sirius’ kiss which encouraged him to suck lightly on the side of your neck while his thumb traced soft circles on your upper thigh. “Did you wear this little thing on purpose?” Remus asked after pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and looking at the silhouette of his hand under your skirt. Never in a million years did he imagine he’d be doing something like this.
“Well, I was told it was a cute date outfit,” you said, almost innocently, which surprised Remus since you had been sinfully kissing Sirius just seconds before.
“It’s a tempting date outfit,” Sirius responded with a smirk, basically stealing Remus’ words from the tip of his tongue.
“Quite,” Remus said, gently pinching the side of your leg which got you clenching around nothing, his thumb slowly sliding closer and closer to your core, even if it was still just on your leg.
“She’s a real tease, Moons. What she did in the Prefect’s bathroom was nothing.”
“I guessed as much,” Remus retorted, his voice a few tones lower than it had been previously. “She’s dating you after all,” he pressed a soft kiss in the space between your collarbone and your neck. “Besides, she’s always been a tease,” his thumb was now toying with the edge of your knickers, right on your hip bone. “But she’s not the only one,” he turned to you, “Little Witch, do you mind if I…?”
He didn’t have to finish the sentence, his teasing hand was enough for you to know exactly what he wanted. “Yes!” you said breathily. “I mean, no– I don’t mind.” Remus chuckled and quirked an eyebrow, he was looking straight at you now. You somehow managed to get a hold of yourself, even if your head still felt airy with everything that was going on around you, the stimulation of senses overwhelming in the best possible way. “You promised you’d show me one day, remember?”
“Show her?” Sirius said inquisitively as he turned to Remus.
“How good I am with my hands,” Remus retorted with a small, confident smirk, going back to kissing your neck while his thumb brushed over your clothed mound, and almost faltered. “Shit.”
“What?” Sirius asked, instantly turning to Remus.
“She’s so fucking wet,” he retorted, his finger slowly brushing up and down your slit, both to tease you and to feel just how much of your knickers had been ruined by your arousal.
“Is she now?” Sirius said with a smirk, exchanging a look between you and Remus, a slight teasing edge as he turned to you.
“As if you didn’t have your own little problems,” you said, shifting your knee, almost instantly earning a groan from him, which got you to giggle.
“Little Vixen,” Sirius said before dragging you back into a kiss, pressing himself even harder against your knee, he clearly wished you aware of how much he wanted you.
“If you need me to stop at any point,” Remus said, his thumb pressing against you with a little more purpose, “Just say so, okay?” You hummed in response, afraid another embarrassing moan would leave your mouth if you tried to say yes. “Good girl,” Remus said with a smile, and once again you were clenching on air and accidentally biting Sirius’ neck.
“Remus, Luv,” Sirius said with a smug smile. “I think she liked it when you called her that.”
“You talk too much, Puppy,” you said, pulling your knee back and replacing it with your hand, gripping him right over his trousers. You rose from his neck to look at him with a rather confident grin, he was biting on his bottom lip hard, trying to keep his mouth shut as you continued to brush your hand over him.
You were about to smile and say something else when Remus – in a rather swift movement – flicked your knickers to the side and allowed his thumb to press onto your slit. His fingers got much wetter than just seconds before, and the warmth of your body was enough to make the slightest bit of precum soil the inside of his underwear, the dark fabric becoming a shade deeper right over his tip. He was lucky you were distracting Sirius with your teasing, or he would have been the focus of his teasing from then on.
Not that Sirius was faring much better, with your hand gently patting him the way it was, causing the fabric to brush against his cock in an almost sinful way. “Shit,” Sirius whispered.
“Good boy,” you said with a smirk, a bit condescendingly. He threw you an amused look, and you secured your grip around his cock, causing him to gasp, his hand on your waist tightening as his eyes shone with lust.
You were about to say something else when Remus found your clit. He gently pressed the pad of his finger against it and felt you shudder, your legs opening a little wider for him instinctively, he smirked and pressed it again, which had you clenching, your hips moving by themselves, chasing more of the pleasure. “How’s that, Little Witch?” he asked.
Sirius, noticing your cloudy gaze, smiled and leaned into Remus, whispering something in his ear. “What did he say?” you breathed, his finger was now softly rubbing against your clit, rhythmically, making you feel incredible and crave more all at the same time. Even your hand on Sirius had become slightly dumber as if your brain couldn’t quite cope with both things at the same time.
“He said he does not believe me, wants to see for himself,” Remus smiled.
“Huh?”
“Come here,” Sirius said, pulling you towards him and away from Remus’ hands. You were about to protest, but Remus’ hand was kept close to you still, his thumb tracing circles on your inner thigh as Sirius repositioned both himself and you.
Sirius rested his back against the headboard, and you ended up with your back pressed against his chest, right between his legs – you could feel his unrelenting boner against your back. He had both hands on your waist, and gently pulled the fabric of your skirt up, slowly revealing Remus’ hand on your thigh and your very wet underwear. “Fuck,” he exhaled, pulling his hips up against your back involuntarily.
“Told you so,” Remus said with a smirk. “Look what we’ve done to her, poor thing.” He then focused his gaze on you. He didn’t even have to ask, you merely nodded. He grinned, his hand on your leg slowly crept up until he reached the top hem of your knickers and started pulling them down, grazing your skin and pressing a soft kiss to the side of your calf once they were past it. Sirius, who at any other moment might have been looking straight at your juicy cunt, had been – exactly like you – absolutely enthralled by Remus’ movements.
Sharp jaw, eyes focused, slow. As if there was no rush, as if you weren’t pulsating for his hand just a few inches away. Once they were off, he brought them up to his nose and sniffed, groaning as he exhaled. “I knew you’d smell delightful but fuck, Little Witch.”
“And she tastes even better,” Sirius said from behind you, gently pulling a strand of hair behind your ear and looking at you with a smirk.
“Bet,” Remus said as he threw the knickers at Sirius, who caught them with one hand, his smirk turning into a wolfish grin. Remus then traced a path with both of his hands – from the arches of your feet to the middle of your thighs, and then he allowed them to sneak in between them, gently spreading you open for him. You shuddered, your hips snapping up just a little in response. His breath got caught in his throat as he saw you, spread for him for the first time. “Ravishing” he whispered to himself, his awestruck stare causing Sirius to finally tear his gaze from Remus and look at you.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his hands gently tensing around your arms as he forced himself not to buck his hips against your back another time. You’d fucked, and he’d touched you there, but in neither of those moments had he had the opportunity to admire you in the way he was admiring you now. How juicy you looked, the memory of how you felt around him, – how tight you’d been – it made his mouth water and his dick press against your back in a manner that was almost uncomfortable. Not to mention he had twice as many reasons to cum this time around. Remus was sitting on the bed half-naked, his muscles flexing as his stunning hands – he finally got what you meant by that – were teasing you mercilessly.
“Remus please,” you pretty much whined, his thumbs had been gently brushing your inner thigh, close enough to your core that you could feel their warmth, but still not touching you.
“You were the curious one, Luv,” he said with a smirk. You were about to protest, but Remus placed his thumb on your slit again, and the relief it gave you was enough to get you crooning. His movements, deep within your folds, were lenient, merciful, moving softly from the very bottom to the top of your slit, making sure to gather your juices as he found his way back up to your clit. Teasing the bud once, and then starting to make gentle circles that had you pushing yourself against him. The rest of his hand was gently pressing into your mound, bringing a layer of warmth and pressure against your stubbornly rocking hips.
Your soft sighs and whimpers had slowly turned into moans, stifled by your teeth that sharply sunk into your bottom lip. “It’s okay, Étoile, we want to hear the sounds you make,” Sirius said as he cupped your chin with his hands and pressed his thumb against your lips, which gave you a chance to tease him that you wouldn’t pass up, no matter how mindless Remus’ fingers were making you. You took his hand in yours and gently pushed his finger into your mouth – he’d done it to you once, licking off your juices right in front of your face and groaning – this time, it was your turn. You sucked, hollowing your cheeks around his finger and moaning dissolutely as you gently allowed his finger to leave your mouth again, causing Sirius to groan.
“And I– ahhh – I want to hear yours as well,” you retorted breathily. “Fuck Rem, you really meant it when you–”
A stifled breath stopped you from talking as Remus turned his wrist around and pressed one of his knuckles against your entrance, softly moving it up and down teasingly. He searched for your eyes, a quick movement, just to make sure he wasn’t doing something you wouldn’t like before uncurling his finger and gently teasing again. He was almost dreadfully slow as he finally allowed the tip of his finger inside you. He looked for your eyes again. Sirius smiled as he saw you nodding, almost too eagerly. He wouldn’t have been as patient as Remus had been, perhaps he would have already eaten you out by now, but it seemed like his slow peace was completely undoing you, and he loved your bleary gaze, fighting to get a sense of yourself as you got lost in the pleasure he was giving you.
Perhaps he could aid as well, “Étoile, may I take this off?” he asked as he grabbed the strap of your bra.
“Mhm,” you retorted, looking up at him with a smile. “Can’t be the only one enjoying myself, can I?”
“Oh, we’re enjoying ourselves plenty,” Sirius retorted, eyeing Remus’ hand, his finger still teasing your entrance, “I’d like to help Rem, though.”
As Sirius sneaked his hand behind your back to unclasp your bra, Remus’ finger found its way inside you. “Fuck, she’s so tight,” Remus said as he looked at Sirius in disbelief.
“Yeah, and you haven’t even felt when she–” Remus groaned “–Does the clenching thing,” Sirius said with a smirk, turning his eyes from Remus to go back to his previous task, bringing his hands from behind you to the front and pulling the bra off as gently as Remus had taken your knickers off.
Remus stared, enthralled at the sight in front of him, his finger inside you unmoving while his thumb continued the same steady rhythm as before. You were almost completely bare, your flimsy skirt – ridden halfway up your belly – the only piece of clothing left, and both boys seemed keenly aware of it.
Sirius brought two fingers up to his mouth and sucked, wetting them before lowering them back into your skin, allowing them to fall on the side of your breast, and then tracing a sloppy path towards your nipples the air and the wetness from his fingers causing them to perk even before he’d touched them.
He smiled, his breath hitting the crown of your head as he circled them around your hardened nipple, softly before pinching; you moaned and he smiled, he too could pull those wonderful sounds from you. “Isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve seen, Moons?”
“Both of you are,” Remus retorted, as he managed to tear his gaze from your breasts to look at Sirius, his curls framing his face delicately, bright eyes lost on you. The moon and the stars would be jealous of how stunning you looked. But the universe would be proud. Proud that its stardust had created beauty that rivalled itself, both in nature and in men.
Remus’ finger inside you started to move, not quite in and out, but rather in a curling motion, exploring every inch of you, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You bucked your hips against him, desperate for more, which had him gently pull it out and then allowing it back in; you were so wet at this point that you were sure there would be a puddle in the sheets after you moved.
While Remus continued exploring, his pace becoming slightly faster now, Sirius’ fingers on your breasts were working you up almost as much, not just because he was touching them, but rather because of how he was touching them, teasing them with slow, lewd movements that felt like pure debauchery. And then there was the scenery, whichever way you looked, you could spot one of your boys, either Sirius’ lecherous lips and long dark eyelashes or Remus’ thick muscles and piercing golden eyes, pupils blown as he looked at his hand, his finger disappearing inside you just as enthralling as Sirius’ soft hands toying with your top half.
Remus carefully teased your entrance with another finger, making sure it was just as wet with your juices before he started to press into you. you felt the stretch, letting out a soft “Aaaah,” in the process.
“Hurts?” He asked when he noticed the way your eyes closed shut.
“No,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop!”
Remus’ worried expression turned into a satisfied smirk, and he continued pressing his fingers inside you, letting out a few curses as he felt the pressure of your tight walls surrounding him; he couldn’t help but imagine how mind numbing you’d feel around his cock, the animal part of him wanted to pull his fingers away and replace them with it, a maddening need to just feel you... so close that he wouldn’t even be able to think of anything else. But Remus, the ever-sensible man he was, knew there was no way in hell he could do that without causing you pain, certainly not with how tight you felt around his fingers.
Instead, he decided to focus on you and on Sirius’ tiny little whines as you moved your hips against him. He was careful and ever so gentle as he moved his fingers in and out of you, opening them little by little, stretching you out ever so slightly.
“More pressure,” Sirius whispered, “your thumb, you can add more pressure.”
Remus turned to him, cheeks flushed and an eyebrow raised.
“Trust me,” Sirius said with a small smirk, gently cupping your breast in one of his hands, allowing his middle and index fingers to pinch your nipple, and gently massaging the bottom with his thumb, causing you to clench around Remus’ fingers who, for a whole second, thought he was going to cum. He sucked in a breath and then did as told, tentatively pressing a little harder, your hips bucked against him almost instantly.
He bit his lip and continued to rub your clit with the newfound pressure, and your hips started bucking against his expert fingers desperately, his hand on your thigh travelling to your hip to gently push you down. “Fuck, Rem, I think I might–” he flicked his fingers inside you just right, and you couldn’t even finish speaking; your eyes shut, your lips bitten, and a high pitched moan poured from your mouth, reverbrating through the room enough to make you feel conscious – at least if you’d had any wits to care at that precise moments. Your stomach tightened and your hips spasmed until you saw stars, your head spinning as you tried to catch your breath.
“How was that, Starshine?” asked Sirius with a soft and slightly smug smile while gently pulling some of the sweat-stuck hair out of your face, and blowing some air into your hot cheeks.
“He wasn’t joking,” you managed to respond, voice airy as you gathered your breath, a pleasant smile on your face. “When he said he was good.”
Remus’ thumb started to slow down, his fingers moving much slower as he pulled them out, he didn’t want to overstimulate you. When his fingers were out, he rested his hand on the side of your hip, fingers pressing gently on your skin as he looked at you. You looked absolutely stunning in your current state, and he felt both in awe and pleased that he had made it happen. His loving gaze eventually travelled from you towards Sirius, and when their eyes locked, the mischievous shine in Sirius’ pale blue irises was enough to tell – he was up to something.
You were still floating when Sirius’ hand crawled from your breast towards Remus’, fingers gently brushing over each other as one encapsulated the other. You smiled at the sweet gesture, but Sirius had something else in mind: he slid his hand again, fingers brushing on Remus’ palm before he pulled it up towards himself. Moony’s fingers were still wet with your slick as Sirius pulled them towards his mouth and sucked.
Remus was bunching the bedsheets in his free hand as Sirius savoured you off of him, purposefully sucking just a little longer like you had done with his finger earlier. When Sirius pulled the two fingers out and sucked on his thumb, Remus couldn’t hold it any longer, he pushed himself towards Sirius, pulling out his thumb and leaving a wet trail on his lover’s sharp jawline only to replace it with his lips.
Both boys groaned as they kissed, Sirius’ hand nudging your shoulder softly helped you move up a little, so you wouldn’t be crushed by either, which had you end up in between the two of them, your ass pressed to Sirius’ left leg and Remus’ naked torso pressed onto your bare chest.
You smiled, looking at the two of them kissing each other so fervently, and leaned your head towards Remus, pressing a trail of soft and wet kisses from his jawline to his shoulder. Your kisses were soft and rather lazy at first, since you were still recovering from your high, but soon enough they turned hungry again, matching the energy of their kiss.
Remus’ hand ended up under Sirius’ shirt as they kissed, creeping up his chest with a tentative softness as if he was still scared the boy would reject his advances. To his relief, Sirius not only didn’t reject them, but he relished in his warm touch, groaning into the kiss when Remus’ fingers brushed the side of his ribs.
Sirius tried to unbutton his shirt with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist but couldn’t get the buttons out. “Need help with that?” Remus asked with a smirk.
“Wouldn’t you like to help?” Sirius retorted as Remus pulled back just a little, adjusting his weight to his legs instead of his hands so he could remove it, but Sirius, who was more focused on the kiss, pulled him by the arm again and Remus ended up falling on top of the three of you with a rather ungraceful thump.
“Aaaaaah,” Sirius complained. “Luv, your leg.”
“Mine?” You and Remus asked at the same time, both moving your legs however you could.
“Vixen’s,” he said, “it’s crushing my bollocks!.”
“Shit sorry,” you said. Remus pushed himself off of you by leaning his hand on the side of the bed and you managed to move your leg to the other side, back still pressed to Sirius. “Is little Sirius okay?” you asked as you looked down at your boyfriend’s crotch.
“Little Si–” Remus started, and broke into a laugh.
“What?” you asked with a smile, knowing he was making fun of the way you’d said it.
“Nothing, it’s just–” he laughed again. You started laughing, and Sirius followed shortly. Remus had let his head fall on your shoulder as he laughed, and Sirius’ head was leaning against it, enjoying the scent of Moony’s hair as he laughed, the three of you completely tangled in each other.
“Do you think we’ll get better at this?” Sirius asked in between laughs.
“Better? I’m already having a blast,” you replied.
“That’s because your nuts weren’t being strangled.”
“Such a drama queen,” you retorted, and Sirius pouted. Remus turned his head to look at you, the corner of his lips quirking upwards just a little bit. Your eyes locked on his, “What is it?” you asked, biting off a playful smile. “That’s your ‘I’ve got an idea’ face.”
Remus’ smile widened, “Nothing, I mean, I was just thinking–” he breathed “– how about we give him a reason to take back those words?”
Your smile matched his in an instant, what a brilliant idea.
A/N: Happy Valentines! Thought sharing a bit of the love in GC matches the month and the day so I held this chapter for today instead of posting on Wednesday. Hope you had fun, and expect more spice next chap. Love, Lils
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