|springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut,|
@ 2008-03-08 00:01:00
|Entry tags:||fic, remus/harry, slash|
Happy Springsmut, wolfboygrim!
Title: Midnight in the Kitchen of Tea and Debauchery
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry has nightmares the summer before his fifth year. Good thing Lupin is there to comfort him.
Warnings: Chan, voyeurism (is it voyeurism if he is standing right behind him?), masturbation, slight bondage, slight rimming, chair sex, I'm sure there's more.
Word Count: ~3,050
Author's Notes:I had the best time writing this for you! I got the majority of the kinks you listed (except Harry wasn't lured to a bed * wink *) so I really hope you enjoy this. Happy Spring!!! Thanks to my two betas S & N. M for the quick read over and to the great mods.
He woke with a start. How many nights had it been? Had he screamed this time? Harry felt sick at the thought that he'd been screaming in his sleep again. But no, he could hear Ron's heavy, sleep-filled breathing. His stomach relaxed.
Harry tried to go back to sleep, but to no avail -- he still felt clammy and unsettled. He knew from experience that he wouldn't get back to sleep easily. Grabbing his dressing gown he headed for the kitchen, thinking perhaps some tea would calm help him back to sleep. Right before he swung open the door he heard a small shuffle. Shit! Harry hadn't considered that perhaps Kreacher would still be awake. For a split second he thought of turning around and going to the bathroom for a wank instead. Then he heard a cough and knew it wasn't Kreacher; it must be Sirius or possibly someone else from the Order.
To Harry's relief he found Lupin sitting at the long kitchen table studying a roll of parchment. Lupin looked up at the door, his face surprised at first, then he smiled slightly. But his voice sounded concerned when he said, "Is everything all right, Harry?"
"Yeah, fine," Harry said. "I just couldn't sleep so I thought I'd have a cup of tea or something."
"I was going to have one myself. Do you mind if I join you?" Lupin asked as he folded up the parchment and tucked it into his robe.
"Sure," Harry replied as he grabbed two teacups embossed with the Black family seal while Lupin tapped his wand on the brass teakettle, which immediately began to whistle. As he poured tea into each of their cups, Harry was reminded very much of their first time alone.
"This is like the first time you came to my office," Lupin said, putting the kettle back on the stove.
"I was thinking the same thing," Harry said, smiling. Lupin tapped his wand on the dark sideboard panel that gave a small click and opened. Harry could see several bottles of liquor lined up in the hidden cabinet. Lupin selected a bottle at the very front, closed the cabinet, and tapped it with his wand again.
"We threw out all the food and drink in the kitchen but we replaced some," Lupin said, taking off the lid to the quarter full bottle of Ogdens Old Firewhiskey. "Mostly it's only used when the Order is here. Molly doesn't approve of all that out with the 'children about'." This was the first time Harry had ever heard Lupin speak of Mrs. Weasley in that way. It wasn't bad or ill favoured, but it was not his normal amiable tone either.
Lupin poured a measure of the amber liquid into his own teacup then, without asking, poured some into Harry's as well. "Chamomile, ginger and whisky to quieten a mind and sooth a stomach, is what my mum used to tell me. 'Or just the whisky' as Sirius would say." Harry snorted into his cup.
"Sirius really says that?" Harry asked as Lupin took the seat next to him.
"No, I do," Lupin said very dryly as he took a sip of his own tea, and Harry grinned looking at Lupin whose eyes showed his humour. The rich brown eyes flickered with a bit of mischief as he looked at Harry over the rim of his cup. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat. Lupin had looked at him that way once before …