Fic: Moon to Moon (4/30)
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salixbabylonTitle: Moon to Moon
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salixbabylon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Word Count: 1,119 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pervy_werewolf for firmly planting the structural idea in my brain. Props to sirkayem for betaing!
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Moon To Moon
August 17th, 1996: Day 4
Although I had fallen into a pattern of updating this journal in the evenings, it's only midday and I find myself in need of a confidante, a diary I suppose. Though that makes me sound like an adolescent girl. But there is no one else I could talk to about this and I must express my shock to someone.
Harry tried to pull me.
I had thought he was just being friendly of late and was taking steps to overcome his usual physical reticence – the boy almost never touches anyone. It doesn't seem like natural reserve, but rather a product of his abysmal upbringing with those awful Muggles.
At any rate, I was in the library when Harry entered and requested that I tutor him in some defensive spells. Of course I agreed, but when I suggested he begin with some reading, his enthusiasm took a notable plunge...
Oh nevermind - that isn't the interesting bit of this story.
The interesting bit is that we were working on a shield spell and Harry wasn't getting the wand movement quite right. I stood behind him, and after asking his permission, slowly guided his arm in the correct motion.
At first I thought it must have been adolescent clumsiness when he stumbled backward into me, quite awkwardly. Surely Harry could not have been grinding his bum into what he must have hoped was my groin but was much closer to mid-thigh. His red face was easily dismissed as simple embarrassment.
But then the cheeky little git turned around and with no subtlety whatsoever asked, "Professor – Remus - do you like boys?"
At which I could only blink, open-mouthed, trying to process his words in some way that wasn't so horribly out of context, not to mention rude.
"Only, I think I do," he added, and reached up to my shoulders to pull me down to his level. He planted a very sloppy wet kiss on my mouth (and half my chin, I must say) before I could react.
At which point my brain regained control of my body and I pushed him away, as gently as I could and still get my point across. Unfortunately my words were perhaps not as gentle as they could have been, as I answered with, "No, Harry. I like men, not boys."
Well, at least I was clear.
The pout he's been working on all summer came into play and I rolled my eyes.
I suggested he speak to Sirius if he had questions about such things (hahaha Padfoot! I told him I'd get him back for stealing the last of the marmalade yesterday), but added that I would try if he felt he couldn't speak to his godfather. (And really, who knows what kind of information Sirius would feed that boy; he'd probably start talking about proper restraint spells and safewords before Harry even stammered his questions about lubrication charms and blowjobs).
Unfortunately, Harry seemed to take my offer to talk as an invitation to put his sweaty palms back on my arms and I had to step away again, giving him a stern look. "I suggest you limit any experimentation you might have to the others in this house who are not, in fact, a few months younger that your father," I said.
He blushed and started to get angry, so I assured him I was quite flattered and very touched, but really not interested in a way that I hope was convincing as I certainly Am Not Interested.
At All.
Speaking of which, I realize that if this is going to become a diary rather than a simple account of physical responses to a test potion, I should be a bit more clear about some details. I've mentioned that "we" are staying in the Black House and have enumerated the numbers and colors of various cocks in residence, but not given them names.
"We" is the Order of the Phoenix, or its remains. Sirius and I, of course. Severus, who seems to be dividing his time between here, Hogwarts, and places never named but from which he returns looking more haggard and surly than usual and reeking of stale fear-sweat. Other members of the Order stay here occasionally as well, Kingsley most often – he even seems to have a bedroom at the end of the hall.
Although this is the Black house, all of us are easily outnumbered by the Weasleys. Arthur and Molly are here, of course, and thus so are the youngest of their brood: Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George. However, both Charlie and Bill have also been making regular appearances all summer. Most of that has provided good company for both Sirius and Harry, who are quite moody enough even with such a lively crowd.
Hermione is here as well – you can't have two of the trio together without the third. (Although I do wonder that her parents let her go off to join them so often. I suppose Molly is meant to chaperone...) She's blossoming into a beautiful young woman, in the way that girls do far before their gangly male age-mates catch up. (And we'll not mention the surprisingly well-endowed silhouette of Ginny, whose own brothers can't stop staring at her chest with a look of horror on their faces. No doubt envisioning having to fend off her admirers once school begins. Color me amused.)
Surprisingly, that's not all of the Class of 1999 in residence. Three weeks ago Severus brought us two of his young snakes to shelter: Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zambini. Their sense of superiority and maliciousness has significantly decreased, although the glaring and occasional verbal barbs persist. Mostly between Draco and Harry. Not much has been said about why they are here other than their very clearly unMarked arms (which Harry demanded they show before being allowed to stay – almost sending Severus into a rage). The two boys mostly keep to themselves.
That rounds out the house pretty well. Draco's arrogance continues but he's tolerable. Blaise is unfailingly polite in that better-than-you sort of way that the upper classes have. Yet they haven't caused any trouble and of course we are all quite glad to have them here (even Harry and Ron) rather than some place where we would be forced to draw wands against them on the other side of a battle.
Molly, Ginny, and Hermione are the only ladies in the house, so there is rather a lot of testosterone: frequent pushing, shoving, wrestling, and rude jokes. Not to mention all the underage drinking I pretend not to see (or hear) and the occasional smell of herbs burning which reminds me of Frank Longbottom's "extra credit Herbology projects."
Good times... Such a pity they were so very brief...
Day 5
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Author:
salixbabylonFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Severus, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Charlie
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Word Count: 1,119 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. Props to sirkayem for betaing!Previous Entries
August 17th, 1996: Day 4
Although I had fallen into a pattern of updating this journal in the evenings, it's only midday and I find myself in need of a confidante, a diary I suppose. Though that makes me sound like an adolescent girl. But there is no one else I could talk to about this and I must express my shock to someone.
Harry tried to pull me.
I had thought he was just being friendly of late and was taking steps to overcome his usual physical reticence – the boy almost never touches anyone. It doesn't seem like natural reserve, but rather a product of his abysmal upbringing with those awful Muggles.
At any rate, I was in the library when Harry entered and requested that I tutor him in some defensive spells. Of course I agreed, but when I suggested he begin with some reading, his enthusiasm took a notable plunge...
Oh nevermind - that isn't the interesting bit of this story.
The interesting bit is that we were working on a shield spell and Harry wasn't getting the wand movement quite right. I stood behind him, and after asking his permission, slowly guided his arm in the correct motion.
At first I thought it must have been adolescent clumsiness when he stumbled backward into me, quite awkwardly. Surely Harry could not have been grinding his bum into what he must have hoped was my groin but was much closer to mid-thigh. His red face was easily dismissed as simple embarrassment.
But then the cheeky little git turned around and with no subtlety whatsoever asked, "Professor – Remus - do you like boys?"
At which I could only blink, open-mouthed, trying to process his words in some way that wasn't so horribly out of context, not to mention rude.
"Only, I think I do," he added, and reached up to my shoulders to pull me down to his level. He planted a very sloppy wet kiss on my mouth (and half my chin, I must say) before I could react.
At which point my brain regained control of my body and I pushed him away, as gently as I could and still get my point across. Unfortunately my words were perhaps not as gentle as they could have been, as I answered with, "No, Harry. I like men, not boys."
Well, at least I was clear.
The pout he's been working on all summer came into play and I rolled my eyes.
I suggested he speak to Sirius if he had questions about such things (hahaha Padfoot! I told him I'd get him back for stealing the last of the marmalade yesterday), but added that I would try if he felt he couldn't speak to his godfather. (And really, who knows what kind of information Sirius would feed that boy; he'd probably start talking about proper restraint spells and safewords before Harry even stammered his questions about lubrication charms and blowjobs).
Unfortunately, Harry seemed to take my offer to talk as an invitation to put his sweaty palms back on my arms and I had to step away again, giving him a stern look. "I suggest you limit any experimentation you might have to the others in this house who are not, in fact, a few months younger that your father," I said.
He blushed and started to get angry, so I assured him I was quite flattered and very touched, but really not interested in a way that I hope was convincing as I certainly Am Not Interested.
At All.
Speaking of which, I realize that if this is going to become a diary rather than a simple account of physical responses to a test potion, I should be a bit more clear about some details. I've mentioned that "we" are staying in the Black House and have enumerated the numbers and colors of various cocks in residence, but not given them names.
"We" is the Order of the Phoenix, or its remains. Sirius and I, of course. Severus, who seems to be dividing his time between here, Hogwarts, and places never named but from which he returns looking more haggard and surly than usual and reeking of stale fear-sweat. Other members of the Order stay here occasionally as well, Kingsley most often – he even seems to have a bedroom at the end of the hall.
Although this is the Black house, all of us are easily outnumbered by the Weasleys. Arthur and Molly are here, of course, and thus so are the youngest of their brood: Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George. However, both Charlie and Bill have also been making regular appearances all summer. Most of that has provided good company for both Sirius and Harry, who are quite moody enough even with such a lively crowd.
Hermione is here as well – you can't have two of the trio together without the third. (Although I do wonder that her parents let her go off to join them so often. I suppose Molly is meant to chaperone...) She's blossoming into a beautiful young woman, in the way that girls do far before their gangly male age-mates catch up. (And we'll not mention the surprisingly well-endowed silhouette of Ginny, whose own brothers can't stop staring at her chest with a look of horror on their faces. No doubt envisioning having to fend off her admirers once school begins. Color me amused.)
Surprisingly, that's not all of the Class of 1999 in residence. Three weeks ago Severus brought us two of his young snakes to shelter: Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zambini. Their sense of superiority and maliciousness has significantly decreased, although the glaring and occasional verbal barbs persist. Mostly between Draco and Harry. Not much has been said about why they are here other than their very clearly unMarked arms (which Harry demanded they show before being allowed to stay – almost sending Severus into a rage). The two boys mostly keep to themselves.
That rounds out the house pretty well. Draco's arrogance continues but he's tolerable. Blaise is unfailingly polite in that better-than-you sort of way that the upper classes have. Yet they haven't caused any trouble and of course we are all quite glad to have them here (even Harry and Ron) rather than some place where we would be forced to draw wands against them on the other side of a battle.
Molly, Ginny, and Hermione are the only ladies in the house, so there is rather a lot of testosterone: frequent pushing, shoving, wrestling, and rude jokes. Not to mention all the underage drinking I pretend not to see (or hear) and the occasional smell of herbs burning which reminds me of Frank Longbottom's "extra credit Herbology projects."
Good times... Such a pity they were so very brief...
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Date: 2007-05-04 10:03 pm (UTC)Thank you for putting names to the cocks - I was getting a little confused!
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Date: 2007-05-05 09:58 pm (UTC)Glad I could help out - this is a WIP so do let me know if there is anyhting else that is too confusing!
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Date: 2007-05-05 02:16 am (UTC)>>Good times... Such a pity they were so very brief...<<
nice closer.
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Date: 2007-05-05 09:56 pm (UTC)Doesn't mean they won't get named, though. ;)
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Date: 2007-06-03 02:00 am (UTC)[giggling] Yupyup. Having to give 'the talk' to a gawky adolescent is punishment enough.
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Date: 2007-06-04 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-04 12:52 pm (UTC)Poor Harry *hugs him, though he'd hate it*
Remus' voice is so good.
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:01 pm (UTC)Poor Harry - he's just so gangly and awkward. He'll have to find some way to console himself...