Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin; Harry in a Threesome Summary: Attention must be paid, facts must be gathered, and spies must stay in practice. Challenge:hp_may_madness’s Kink 3: First Time | Prompt: Surprise! | Weekly Prompt: Genderswap or Polyjuice Word Count: 1,873 Genre: Alternate Universe; Missing Scene; PWP; Grey!fic Warnings: Swearing; Grey!Remus; mention of manipulative!Tonks; Voyeurism; Wanking A/N: I didn't mean it to, but plot, wicked, convoluted plot has crept into my pr0n! All characters are of age.
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.
§¤§¤*§*¤§¤§
Lupin's focus shifted from wanting to join Harry, Ron, and Hermione searching for Horcruxes and to finding out why Severus Snape had been at an exclusive sex club in London. He ignored Tonks, earning scowling glares from Harry and others of the Order of the Phoenix and a sympathizing one from, of all people, Mad-eye Moody.
"Yer playing a deep game, Lupin," Mad-eye muttered one day.
Remus leaned back in his chair, the library he'd taken over a mess of books and articles he was researching. It all looked above board on the surface, so he merely looked at the old Auror with a quirked eyebrow.
"I know the gel's not carrying your kid. She's as transparent as dishwater when the bubbles burst." Mad-eye hobbled to a smoking chair and fell into it, ignoring the poof of dust from the cushion. He summoned an ottoman and put his false leg up with a gusty sigh. "I've watched her and you. Did she blackmail you? It's just like her to bury you in emotions and get what she wants, even if you don't want to play her game."
"Did she try something like this with you?" Remus asked, putting his quill aside and giving Moody all his attention.
"Aye, found her in my quarters early on, mopin' and whingin' about being not enough woman and would I help her find her way." Mad-eye leaned back and grinned. "Was flattering, but Constant Vigilance as I always say. Didn't trust the bint in that way, wouldn't fall into her clutches."
Remus' brow wrinkled. "Why are you so curious now? And why are you suddenly telling me about Tonks' less desirable traits? Why didn't you do this before?"
Mad-eye huffed, his lips curling in and then stretching in a rueful twist. "Pride, hope, daft things like that. But ye neither are happy nor lovey-dovey. I also may have taken a peek at Tonks behind some closed doors..." his voice trailed away.
"You saw her with the Weasley Twins, I suppose," Remus said drily.
"You know then, eh?" Mad-eye laughed. "Don't know if the babe's theirs or someone else's, but it's most definitely not yours."
"I know that now. She forgot to wipe whatever musk she was using to hide her scent. She knew enough to confuse my senses, but the wolf knew she wasn't pack long before I did." Remus looked down at the desk, reams of paper, scrolls of parchment littering its surface. "I was an old fool."
"Nay, ye were a good sod, salt of the earth. Never knew a Black with a lick of common sense or morals and she's just a twig off the ol' family tree." Mad-eye pushed the ottoman aside and stood up slowly. "If you ask me, and you never will, you should concentrate on someone your own age...and with more things in common. She'll only make ye miserable."
Smirking, Remus didn't spare a glance as the sheaf of papers partially hidden under a book on spying spells. "I am. I've already looked into annulling the marriage due to misrepresentation." The two men shared a measuring look and then Mad-eye blinked.
"Said it was a deep game. Take care, those Blacks have long and wicked memories when they've been slighted." He turned and hobbled toward the library door. "Oh, and jest so you know, next time ye visit the Stranger's, ye stick out like a sore thumb."
Remus' jaw dropped. He stared at the closing door, Moody's guffaws slipping in before it shut. "Bloody hell, is everyone going there?" he muttered.
»¤«∞»¤«
Later that week, Remus had the satisfaction of seeing Molly Weasley's face crumple as she realized she'd been manipulated as well. The fact that she was soon beaming at the idea of a grandchild—by whichever of her sons—made it a bit bittersweet, but Remus felt magnanimous and let her enjoy that.
"Uh, Remus, I'm sorry I was har—"
"Harry, you assumed facts not in evidence." Remus kept his face stony, his ire still roiling in his stomach, but not as furiously as two weeks before. "You didn't ask, you just saw something and didn't try to gather facts. That's no way to act during a war." Remus turned away, wincing at how high-handed he sounded.
"You're right," Harry said in a small voice.
Remus turned back. "If you want to make it up to me, just learn from this experience. That's all I ask." He walked away without another word.
»¤«∞»¤«
After the latest Order meeting, after the dishes had been cleared, sides taken on who was wrong in the Lupin-Tonks divorce, after Harry had Ron and Hermione apologize to him, Remus finally made his way upstairs to his room. He'd planned on going out to the House of Strangers, trying to find Severus once more, but he was just too worn down.
At least he thought he was until he heard suspicious sounds coming from a second-floor sitting room. He used one of the spying spells he'd found and a portion of the wall became transparent.
Harry was sitting on the floor, his legs splayed out in front of him, the zip of his denims undone. He was watching one of the Weasley Twins snog Ron, the look on his face fascinated and vaguely uneasy. Remus plucked an Extendable Ear from his pocket and dropped the ear portion on the floor and then used a spell to move it closer to the door, and then he pushed the other end into his ear.
"...take your mind off of the war and divorces, mate." That was Ron.
"Yeah, you've got to practice and we're experts, Ron and me. George has been an expert for years, but, yeah, I don't like birds, and Ronnie seems to play both sides of the pitch when he thinks about it, so we can help you, you know." Ah, it was Fred snogging his baby brother.
Harry reached down and rubbed his palm over the bulge showing between the teeth of his zipper. "I know, I know, but he looked so disappointed with me. I just wanted him to be happy. I know he thinks I'm a kid, but if I couldn't make him happy, I was hoping Tonks could do it." Harry shifted in his seat on the floor, biting his lip.
"C'mere, Harry, let us make you feel better, mate," Ron said as he put out his hand.
"Yeah, Harry. Ronnie's very good at sucking your brain right through your cock, and I'm not so bad either." Fred preened even as he shrugged out of his shirt, showing off a t-shirt with 'Bang Me' across the back. Remus bit his own lip, suddenly more awake than he'd been before climbing the stairs.
"Can you teach me something so I can be with Remus?" Harry asked.
Fred slipped down onto the floor and crawled toward Harry. "Don't know if we can help you there, mate. Professor Lupin's a tough one, and he might need somebody with more experience, age-wise, you know?"
Ron pulled his shirt off and flexed. "C'mon, Harry, come count my freckles. There's a line that goes straight to my bollocks if you look just right." Then he giggled. "Merlin, I love Firewhisky."
"Yeah, me too. Everything's fuzzy and soft," Harry whispered as he began smoothing his hand over Fred's chest, under his t-shirt.
'You got too many clothes on, Harry," Ron called out. Fred took that as an order and began tugging the denims down Harry's legs, leaving his socks but taking his trainers with them. "Yeah, Fred, that's nice."
Fred sat back on his heels and looked at Harry. Remus gulped. From his perspective—which was just over Fred's right shoulder—Harry's legs were long and lean and lickable. Which Fred bent down and did, startling Harry into falling backward so his head thumped on the fireplace carpet.
"Shite..." Harry breathed out.
"Yeah, Fred's a licker. Likes legs and toes and other things 'sides bollocks and cocks." Ron leaned back and by the motion of his arm, he'd begun wanking. Remus bit back a groan.
Soon Fred was mouthing the bulge between Harry's legs, saliva dampening the white cotton. Remus could feel his own cock aching as Fred moved the waistband down just enough to tuck it under Harry's bollocks. Then he nibbled Harry's cock, soothing the bites with broad swipes of his tongue.
Harry whimpered and bit his shirt sleeve, hips thrusting up wildly until Fred put an arm across his hips. Then he sucked and licked and drove both Harry and Remus mad, but only one of them was going to gift the redhead with a creamy explosion.
"C-c-coming..." Harry stuttered.
Ron echoed him. "Yeah, yeah, coming, coming, coming!"
Fred pushed his head down Harry's cock and Remus could see his throat working as he milked Harry. Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he seemed to pass out.
Ron crawled from the sofa and bent over Fred, working his hand down inside his brother's trousers and jerking him off with a grin. They sighed and kissed each other.
Then the bubbling, burbling change of Polyjuice shook both Weasleys. Hermione knelt in Ginny's embrace. They turned together to look at Harry.
"So, how was your first time with my brothers, Harry?" Ginny said as she shrugged inside the 'Bang Me' t-shirt.
"Nice," Harry said in slurred voice. "Like you guys too, tho'..." he murmured before closing his eyes and softly snoring.
Remus almost swallowed his tongue when Hermione banished Harry's clothes and lay down beside him, the fireplace carpet fluffing up into a mattress underneath them. She wriggled out of Ron's denims before flinging one leg over Harry. Ginny tugged the 'Bang Me' t-shirt over her head and snuggled into Harry's other side.
"Do you think we helped?" Ginny asked softly.
Hermione took Harry's glasses off and set them aside. "Yes. He needed something to distract him and you and I have seen him looking at Fred and Ron. He'll wake up in a much better mood. His first male experience was with friends times four, if you will."
Ginny nuzzled Harry's shoulder. "Well, let's not tell the boys we snogged while we were them, okay?" She reached across Harry to clasp Hermione's hand. With her other hand, she summoned a quilt and spread it across the three of them.
Remus cancelled his spying spell, reeled in the Extendable Ear, and gingerly walked up to the third floor and his room.
»¤«∞»¤«
"War and strange bedfellows," Remus groaned when he was finally behind closed doors and freeing his erection. He was so hard, his eyes were crossing.
"God damn, that was gorgeous," he hissed, his hand twisting over the mushroom head, smearing pre-come down over the heated skin. "Never saw anything like it..."
He worked himself, thrusting into his hand even before he could collapse on the bed. Lying on his side he spent himself, imagining two Severus' doing what Hermione and Ginny had done, but with more experience age-wise. The bed shook with the force of his coming.
§¤§¤*§*¤§¤§
~~~ Comments, like rain in the desert, are greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading. ~~~