salixbabylon | Fic: Moon to Moon (2/30)

Title: Moon to Moon
Author:

salixbabylon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 overall
Word Count: 399 for this part, ~17,300 overall
Disclaimer: Characters and places in this story, which appear in the Harry Potter novels, belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bros. and Scholastic. I don't make, or intend to make money out of them. They're just so much fun to play with!

Summary: Thirty days in the life of a randy werewolf.

Author's Note: Set in some nebulous AU where Sirius is alive, Harry and the rest of the kids are 16, and everyone is staying at Grimmauld Place in the summer of August 1996. Credits to

pervy_werewolf for firmly planting the structural idea in my brain. Massive props to

sirkayem for betaing! Definitely part of the "May is Masturbation Month" themed activities.

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Moon To Moon

August 15th, 1996: Day 2

Someone left a dildo on my bed this morning.

My first thought, which now strikes me as rather odd, is that it's an unusual gift considering the number of cocks in this house already. There are two black ones (although only one of those is Black), two pale white, one a bit sallow, an abundance of red freckled ones, and two rosy-pink barely-not-underage cocks (plus one each of the white and red freckled).

This one is pinkish orange.

I suppose it's meant to be the color of flesh, but no human I've ever seen has been this color, on any of their bits. I suppose the mere fact that it isn't attached to a person does offer it some significant advantages. This cock does not care of I use it, or if I chuck it into a bin and get rid of it, or if I lock it in a trunk and forget about it. Or whether I show it a good time one night and then ignore it forevermore.

I wonder if this is part of Severus' little test, if he gave it to me as an aide to discovering how the potion affects me sexually. Which is odd on several levels. One, Severus thinking of me having sex. Two, him being perceptive enough to suspect me of being queer. Three, (and most disturbing of all) him wondering if I enjoy anal penetration.

Perhaps Severus is queer after all. And here I thought he had something going with that grouchy Quidditch coach/flying instructor all this time...

On the other hand perhaps it was simply a gag gift from one of the children, young adults though they may be, and not a test at all. Or perhaps from Sirius, who never seems to have grown up in so many ways...

At any rate, I doubt I'll be using it tonight.

To keep any nosy parkers out of this journal, I will have to refresh my memory of that curse I used to put on my homework while I was a student, to keep lazy gits like James from copying – the one that makes them break out in dragonpox-like hives, only the flames don't go out for three weeks or until I remove the hex. With the Weasley twins about, I'm going to need it if I expect to keep any secrets, even with all the locking spells I know...

Day 3