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Entry tags:	#madness2012, author: bonfoi, kink: bondage, kink: clothed sex, kink: frottage, week prompt: guilty pleasure week

Hunting Before the Moon [R] (SS/RL)
Title:

Hunting Before the Moon

Author: bonfoi
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Summary: Dumbledore's werewolf has gone to ground, found himself a mate, and left a mystery behind.
Challenge: hp_may_madness’s Kink 8: Bondage | Prompt: Too Hot/Too Cold | Weekly Prompt: Guilty Pleasures
Word Count: 1,233
Genre: Alternate Universe; Missing Scenes; PWP; Grey!fic
Warnings: Grey!Remus; Grey!Severus; Clothed Sex; Frottage; Public Sex; Fondling; Cruciatus
A/N: Expanding my worldview.

The House of Strangers collection
1 ~ A Special Reward
2 ~ Gifted | 3 ~ Focus
4 ~ Escape | 5 ~ Guarding His Bone | 6 ~ A Taste
7 ~ Impressions | 8 ~ Hunting Before the Moon | 9 ~ Unexpected Gifts

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Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

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"Alecto, you must learn to curb your appetites," the Dark Lord said softly.

Amycus Carrow stood at her side for a heartbeat and then leaned away, as if by doing so any curse or hex that hit his sister would ignore him.

"Ah-ah, Amycus. You must stand with your sister. You are family, after all." The Dark Lord pointed his wand at a point between the siblings. "Cruciatus!"

As the pair fell to their knees, Voldemort jumped from his throne-like chair and stalked nearer. "You were to find Dumbledore's werewolf, weren't you?" The Carrows couldn't answer as they rolled on the cold stone floor. "Finite Incantatem." The Dark Lord kicked first one and then the other. "Get up and find him! Find him!" he screeched. Brother and sister crawled away, toward the door.

"Tol' you we should'a lied," Amycus finally got out.

Alecto rolled over and kicked her brother. "Ye arse. We did!" she hissed.

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Remus sent a nondescript owl to Minerva at Hogwarts. In his message he told her of the forced defection of Lucius Malfoy and a sighting of his son. A feral grin bent his lips as he raised his eyes and saw Draco's snapping to the side and his healing father. There were ink blotches where Remus held his quill too long, thinking about Severus...

"You're wasting ink, Lupin," Severus said, a thread of humor in his voice that had both Malfoys staring at him. Remus smirked and glanced at his lover, savouring the faint blush on Severus' cheeks as he pursed his lips and harrumphed. "The House of Strangers is not made of money," he finally spat out.

Draco laughed outright and Lucius chuckled. Remus reached under the tablecloth and rested his hand on Severus' thigh, curling his fingers into the tight muscle. "I was thinking about how to tell Minerva what I've learned, but I've realized that this is one secret that will need to be held until the war's end."

"As it should. Now, if we're done eating, might I drag you away for something important?"

Draco covered his eyes with one hand. "Oh, dear Merlin, they're going to shag again, aren't they?"

Lucius snorted into his tea cup. "It saved my sanity, and it was quite pleasurable at the end." He toasted Severus and then Remus. "One day, I hope you find such stalwarts to stand with you, Draco."

"He won't have to look far, Malfoy. We're already here. Now you too behave yourselves. Severus is taking me away." Remus gave them a sly grin and followed in Severus' wake.

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"You embarrassed me, Lupin," Severus muttered.

Remus took a few quick steps and bumped his shoulder against Severus'. "You and I are together, Severus. You have a history with both Malfoys and I wanted them to know." Remus stopped suddenly and grabbed Severus' arm, whirling him into a heated embrace. "Are you trying to blow hot and cold?"

"I am a private man, ergo, I like my privacy, Lupin." Severus' arms wrapped around Remus' shoulders and he wormed his thigh between Remus' legs. "But I also like making you come in your trousers, riding my leg like a teenager," Severus said in a breath of hot air.

Biting his lip, Remus rubbed and ground and whined as Severus pulled him up and down his thigh. They both knew Remus could put a stop to it, that someone could find them in the middle of the hallway, yet Severus seemed to revel in the illicit action, privacy be damned. A thin rope wound around the two of them, knots pressing over sensitive areas. Soon Remus was grunting and wilting against Severus, a musky aroma rising from where he rested against Severus' thigh. Severus drew his wand and cast a gentle cleansing charm on them both, and then pressed his cheek to Remus'.

"You give me what I need, every time I need it, don't you?" Severus whispered. Remus turned his head and kissed Severus on the lips. Severus felt the smile against his lips and felt Remus' response in his mind, green letters limned in gold: You are mine. I am yours. Beyond death." The rope loosened and then evaporated into a faintly chocolate-scented mist. Remus sniffed appreciately.

Straightening up, Remus glanced over Severus' shoulder and saw Great Aunt Helga disappearing into a gondola with someone who looked suspiciously like Godric Gryffindor. Out loud, he said, "I think we were inspirational, Severus. Aunt Helga seems to have a vast army of admirers."

Severus stepped back and straightened his robes. "Yes, she introduced me to Gryffindor, Armando Dippet, even her beau Michelangelo. Randy artists are her favourites." Severus smirked. "She believed brains and conversation were the foundation of seduction."

Remus laughed. "She's correct. I find your brains and your linguistic skills damned sexy. Now, where were we going before we got sidetracked?"

"I'm taking you to my laboratory. I've got your Wolfsbane ready."

Remus blinked and then hugged Severus. Hard. "You are remarkable," he breathed out.

Squirming, Severus got Remus to loosen his hold and then grabbed the man's arm and began walking him down the hall. "I may have sex before every portrait and house-elf in Wizardom, but by Merlin's manky pants, I won't be covered in soppy thanks," he muttered.

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Harry sat in No. Twelve Grimmauld Place, squashed between Hermione and Ron, and missing Ginny. He didn't know where Remus was, and he was avoiding Tonks, and then there was the problem of the Horcruxes and how to get out off the house without alerting anyone...

"Mate, you need to talk to the Twins. They've come up some brilliant wheezes. There might one or two that can help us," Ron said, crumbs dribbling down his chest as he took another bite of his sandwich.

Harry nibbled at his sandwich, surreptitiously rubbing his hand over Hermione's knee. "I want to talk to Remus before we go off. I...I trust him. He never tried to protect me from my own stupidity." When Hermione's fingers began stroking the joint where Harry's leg joined his groin, he squirmed and the tops of his ears burned.

"Harry!" Tonks yelled. All three of the trio winced at the high-pitched squeal she was affecting. "I've brought Remus those damned divorce papers." She rushed into the library, hair blazing orange and red, an official-looking scroll clutched in one hand. "Do you know where the bastard is?"

Hermione's fingers disappeared and Harry grumbled as he took another bite. He grinned into his bread when Hermione spoke up. "Remus isn't here, Tonks. We'd be more than happy to give the scroll to him if you need to get home?" Ron snorted but kept his words to himself by shoving half his sandwich into his mouth.

"Fine!" Tonks huffed. "I'm well rid of him anyway." She tossed the scroll toward Hermione and tripped over the hem of her robe.

"You know, I think she might be under Imperius," Ron said after he swallowed. Harry and Hermione gaped at him. "She's less clumsy, she only trips when she's leaving someplace, and she never adds freckles anymore. There's something really different about her."

Hermione took off like a shot. Harry got up and ran to the library desk, searching for a piece of blank parchment. "Ron, you're brilliant! Now help me find something so I can send an owl to Remus! This might be important!"

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