Author:bonfoi Rating: NC17 Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Summary: Without a thought for his own safety, Remus believes. Challenge:hp_may_madness’s Kink 5: Dream Sex | Prompt: Patience | Weekly Prompt: Genderswap or Polyjuice Word Count: 1,702 Genre: Alternate Universe; Missing Scenes; PWP; Grey!fic Warnings: Grey!Remus; Grey!Severus A/N: Pr0n-with-Plot...oh, how I have evolved. *snigger*
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The house-elf Brand popped into the house-elf closet of No. Grimmauld House. He waited half a minute before Kreacher appeared, a scowl on his leathery face.
"Yous in the wrong house," Kreacher growled.
"I's here to see Master Remus Lupin. I's having important business." Brand puffed out his chest, showing off his tabard of linen with an old Pureblood badge on it.
Kreacher tugged at his old, tatty dishcloth and sneered. "Youngling." He pointed at Brand. "Stays here. I ask Biting One if he sees you." He popped away and popped right back. "Biting One says I take you to kitchen. He sees you there." Kreacher snapped his fingers and the two house-elves reappeared in Remus' library.
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Remus rubbed his eyes, sore after hours of researching defensive and spying spells so old that he'd had to relearn Ancient Latin and gather the most basic understanding of bastardized Ancient Celt. He sighed. "How can I help you?" He didn’t recognize the house-elf, but the way Kreacher was acting and the way he was dressed made him something interesting.
"I's Brand of the House of Strangers." Remus sat up, his weariness disappearing as if by magic. "Young Master sends me to you. Master Severus needs you."
"Who sent you here?" Remus growled. He moved with preternatural speed and stood brandishing his wand at Brand.
Kreacher squawked and jumped in front of Brand. "No, Biting One does not curse. Is visitor. Will harm house!" he babbled, shielding the other house-elf. "Stop!"
Brand said at the same time, "Young Master. He says find Remus Lupin for Master Severus."
Putting up his wand, Remus shook his head. "How did you find me?" he asked Brand.
"Master Severus. Yous smells like Master Severus, so I follow." Brand didn't step from behind Kreacher.
"How can I help Severus?" Remus made a show of putting his wand away.
Brand smirked, eerily looking like Severus, and Remus finally relaxed. "Yous come with me. Yous hold Master Severus' magic now. You help by giving some back."
"What? How?"
Brand crossed his arms and glared. "Yous touched it inside him."
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Draco-as-Phineas Nigellus greeted the most notorious of his guests and directed his guides to move them toward the rooms. Ten people stood within a circle inscribed in the floor, waiting.
He held out his hand and six bracelets appeared in it. "These are your keys to the rooms of the House of Strangers. The only the correct charms may allow you to enter the corresponding door." He glared from face to face, knowing Phineas Nigellus' hawkish face gave the action even more gravitas. "You will not attempt to transfigure or add a charm. You will not attempt to sidestep the magic of these bracelets. You will abide by the House of Strangers' rules. Any infraction will lead to a ban that will remove the memory of this place and bar you from ever coming here again."
A handsome, sneering man pushed through the others. "This is a glorified brothel. I don't have to abide by your silly rules." He stepped out of the circle and disappeared with a yelp.
"As you were told, we vet everyone. All the time." The others looked at each other and moved closer to the circle's center. Draco smirked and snapped his fingers. The bracelets appeared on those that passed the vetting. "The house-elves will escort those without bracelets from the premises." The bracelet wearers stepped across the circle and guides took them toward the rooms.
"Ah, such a charming display of power and privilege. My dear, would you allow your portrait access here? I would adore meeting your mature self personally," Great Aunt Helga's portrait purred.
Draco shivered. "Aunt Helga, I am too honoured, but aren't you meeting the Headmaster soon?" His cheeks were pink and his ears were burning.
Helga tittered. "I told you that you were like Alexander." She leaned forward, beckoning Draco close enough to whisper to. "Give my best to my nephew and tell his beau that there's a scroll with directions to a house in Surrey that his friends shall want to visit." She waved her fan languidly and then snapped it with a flick of her wrist. "Now, go back to your potions, dear boy. You've done an admirable job tonight."
She slipped away as Draco watched, flashes of her pink gown appearing at the edges of the other paintings until she stood in a darkened library scene Draco could just see. There, Phineas Nigellus Black held out his hand and drew Great Aunt Helga close, and then behind a painted screen. Draco was thrilled he couldn't see or hear what those two were up to as he went back to his rooms.
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"Yous are Master Severus' and yous touched his magic," Brand said yet again. "Yous come and we give it back."
"I need to leave a note..."
Kreacher slapped his palm on the desk, suddenly more vibrant. "Yous hold other's magic. Give it back quick."
Remus summoned a finer robe—one from Regulus' closet—and transfigured his shirt and cardigan into a much better button-down and a silk vest. His trousers were changed with one snap of Kreacher's fingers. The two house-elves pointed their fingers and he was shaved—everywhere, unfortunately—"Hey! That's mine!" he shouted.
"Yous may come with me now." Brand grabbed Remus' arm and he was suddenly inside the House of Strangers. And he was looking into the changing face of Phineas Nigellus Black which became the young one of Draco Malfoy.
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"Here, drink this," Draco said as he thrust a bubbling phial into Remus' hand. "Once you do, you can visit Severus." He waited as Remus looked from the phial to Draco and back again.
"What will this do, Mr. Malfoy?" Remus didn't blink an eye, but a vein in his left temple fluttered.
"It will allow you to gift Severus' magic back to him." Draco coloured up, avoiding Remus' eyes. "He...you...when you met him in the Grey Room, you gave him his most private desire. His family has a geas upon them that binds them to the giver of such pleasure." His voice was strained and he licked his lips nervously. "He's been tortured, badly. He needs you, and his magic."
"We're bound together?" Remus gulped the mysterious potion, a part of him marvelling at the spicy, yet sweet taste. "How? I mean, I didn't feel anything, neither did Moony."
Brand opened a door and Draco began walking toward it. "If you'll come this way, you can see Severus. He's been sleeping since he returned." They passed artistic treasures—statues, frescoes, paintings and the like—without Remus looking at them.
Draco stopped in front of a door and put his hand on the knob. "I'll leave you here. Merely lie next to Severus and touch his skin. The potion will make the giving of Severus' magic easier." He opened the door, the faint candlelight painting everything with a soft glow. "Please? He, I asked him why it had to be you... he said that you have always inspired passion within him. Just, be kind to him. He's family." Draco hurried away, his robes flaring out behind him.
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Remus looked away from Draco's back and into the room, the bed an oasis of pale orange in the darkness. He stepped in, closing the door and warding it without a thought. He took off his robes and dropped them onto a chair, unbuttoning his vest and then his shirt and shrugging out of them as he unbuttoned his trouser flies, not surprised to see his boxers were silk. Once he was ready, he crawled under the covers and curled into Severus' side, leaning on one hand while the other flitted under Severus' nightshirt.
Severus' skin was silky under Remus' fingertips, intoxicating. He licked his lips and could still taste the spiciness of the potion. "Severus, what have you been doing?" he asked as he traced a hot line across Severus' chest, a healing wound. Remus leaned down and kissed Severus gently.
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Sleep was immediate.
Remus' magic flowed out in a river of power that he could see held swirls of gold and green. He recognized, somehow, that the green was his and the gold Severus'. He smiled as Severus' image grew from the gold magic, a naked, enticing figure that held out its arms to Remus.
He stepped into those arms, surprised to feel Severus' heartbeat when his chest touched the magic's chest. "Are you Severus' magic?" he murmured against a golden cheek.
"I am Severus' essence," the magic answered. "I have waited patiently for you. To be blended, refined, enhanced. You are me." The voice was rich with age, deep with power, and Remus responded to it, his cock rising to pulse against the magic's own hardness.
"I'm here to release you back to Severus." Remus lifted his chin and felt thin, sensitive lips moving over his Adam's-apple and then sharp, snaggled teeth biting down. He moaned, his hips rolling against the magic's.
"I will go willingly because you will welcome me back again." Severus' voice thrummed through Remus' breastbone, the vibrations building until they shook through his cock and bollocks and back into the magic. "May I take a piece of you?" the magic asked.
"Yes, oh, Merlin, yes..." Remus hissed. He reached between them and fisted his cock with Severus' magic, a slippery, tingling sensation that had his legs shaking. "I won't last long."
The magic shivered, part of it enveloping Remus' body. "Give me your essence, share with me," Severus' voice, rough with want, begged.
Remus felt gloriously alive, brilliant, incandescent and he bit his tongue as he spent himself against and into Severus' magic. Fireworks of wild magic exploded around them as the magic's gold deepened to a burnished rose-gold colour. "I love you..." Remus sighed as the orgasm vibrated in his bones.
"And I you..." The magic became a fog of shimmering gold and flowed over Remus, laying him down on a cloud of softness.
Severus turned toward Remus, his arms curving around him and pulling him close. A golden glow, touched with vibrant green at the edges settled over the two of them.
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