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Standing Outside the Fire, part three
Title: Standing Outside the Fire
Pairings: Snape/Lupin (explicit) and Harry/Hermione/Draco (implied only)
Rating: NC-17 this section. Brought to you by Dizilla who convinced me I could write porn, Thanks Diz!
Author: azurerosa
Summary: How does a Gryffindor court a Slytherin until he wants to be part of his life?
chapter 1
chapter 2
Betas: canon_fire helped me with word choice and Brit picking and Ellie helped not only make this coherent, but also much more colorful in descriptions. Both deserve chocolate cake and the naked, sexy man of their choice!
Original prompt: "In hindsight I should have realized he was courting me much earlier than I did. If I was that blind during the war I would have been killed instantly." Post-war, R&S have become friends and routinely visit each other whenever possible. One of them (you choose) decides to court the other. However, neither of our boys are much for the grand gestures or are good at just coming out and saying they are interested. Method is up to you. UST would be applauded, quote does not need to be used merely a jumping point and PLEASE no "I've loved you forever" BS. They can have had a crush on the other (mutual or one-sided), but I think they don't know each other enough to be in love before they are friends.
AN: Yes Ladies and Gentlemen I took my own prompt. The bunny was eating my brain.
Disclaimer: Neither the songs nor the characters are mine, but I think the boys have more fun with me than their creator so there. Sources and songs used will be listed at the end.
Warning: wall-frottage, food smut thoughts, slash, Harry/Hermione/Draco (implied only), some mild D/S, mild bondage, mild exhibition, dirty talk, Alpha growling Remus, a mellowed but still snarky Severus, Remus trying to be sneaky, domestic scenes, Teddy, clichés abound, quasi-song fiction, songs in question are Country, playing fast and loose with The Deathly Hollows and it’s epilogue but frankly who in our community doesn’t? Also I’m new so con-crit is applauded!
Notes: Thanks to _Lore, Ellie, canon_fire, Rosy, Dizilla and everyone else who gave me advice, listened to me whine about writer’s block, gave me encouragement and helped me break through said writer’s block several times.
I was in bed when I heard someone on my staircase. I grabbed my wand and rolled to the edge of the bed furthest from the door. They sounded much too big to be my house elf, Loki, whom I only rarely heard. I got up and crouched behind the bed whilst aiming at my door. I grabbed my knee length bathrobe, black of course, and tied it quickly and loosely around myself so as to have some protection and covering if I was about to engage in a duel. Though I was acquitted of all war crimes I know there are people on both sides with good reasons to wish me harm. I fired off two patroni, one to Remus and one to Minerva. Without removing my eyes from my bedroom door I gave my message. “Someone got through my wards. Unknown intent or number, come at once.”
As they both dashed off one of them passed partially through my field of vision just enough for me to realize they weren’t the size or shape I expected them to be. At the exact instant I became distracted by my patroni’s improper form my bedroom door opened revealing a dark figure.
“Severus, are you awake?”
I nearly fired off a hex at the figure in the door way before my reflexes caught up with my ears. “Damn it Remus you know better than to enter my house unannounced in the middle of the night! I thought I was under attack, Minerva will be here any moment convinced I’m in mortal danger!” I was thoroughly annoyed and confused. Remus had never showed up in my house in the middle of the night before.
“I’m no threat to you so could you lower your wand please?”
I complied. His hair was ruffled as if he had been in bed until recently. He was wearing trousers that were quite form fitting, especially across the thighs, groin and arse leaving very little to the imagination. They hinted at a distinct and intriguing lack of underclothes. He was also wearing a long-sleeved white button up shirt with the top three unfastened leaving his throat and some of his chest exposed as if he had dressed in a hurry. The sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows revealing muscular forearms. He had a most intriguing expression on his face. It was one I desperately wanted to see more of but for some reason could not easily identify. I approached him slowly, savouring his presence in my bedroom while looking so enticing.
“Why did you come to me in the middle of the night Remus,” I queried. I was concerned there was an emergency of some sort, after all what other reason would he have to be here in my bedchambers at four in the morning.
“I had to show you something.”
“Is there a good reason you could not have done so during dinner or in the morning?” I replied in an irritated tone.
“I couldn’t wait any longer to do this, I’ve waited so long.” He responded in a firm but longing voice. As he spoke he began to prowl towards me, slowly encroaching on my personal space. As he approached my eyes were drawn to his. They seemed to glow softly in the dim light. Half of my brain was screaming at me to run but the other half wanted to be caught by this predator. I was mesmerized by his eyes and his movement. I backed away slowly, never breaking eye contact as he approached until I ran into the wall. I began to harden as he continued to approach me with a smooth and powerful gait that I found simultaneously exciting and scary.
“What do you think you are doing?!” I felt like willing prey as he backed me into the wall and placed an arm on either side of my body. I didn’t know what to make of a Remus who suddenly radiated dominance like the sun radiated light and heat. I never suspected it of him or I would have jumped him ages ago.
He gave me a wild, toothy smile which made the blood rush to my cock and my heart race. “Merely taking what is mine,” he said with a delicious growl. Suddenly both of my wrists were held quite securely in one of his hands above my head and he was scenting my neck. His free hand untied my bathrobe and began stroking my exposed chest possessively. He pressed me firmly to the wall with his torso. I could feel every glorious inch of him against my ravenous body. For a few moments I revelled in the sensation. My mind raced, I had studied Werewolves in-depth before attempting to brew the Wolfsbane potion the first time. Remus was exhibiting a textbook case of claiming behaviour.
He wanted me as I wanted him. The rush of emotion at the thought nearly overwhelmed me and I was convinced my legs would have given out if he hadn’t pinned me so perfectly to the wall. As I turned my head to expose my throat to him thus accepting his claim and dominance over my being I saw the patronus I had sent to Remus earlier.
It was a rather large canine but clearly not a wolf; it looked highly similar to a Retriever, but somehow I was certain it was not one. I was distracted from my patronus’ altered shape by a pleased sounding growl from Remus.
Remus started his seduction by ever so lightly brushing his lips along the line of my neck in more of a tease than an actual kiss. He slowly started to lick, nibble and suck on my neck in turns so exquisitely I was tempted to never move again. My very skin seemed to beg for more. His free hand started to slide in a meandering path down my abdomen towards my insistent erection. My boxers were quickly removed to grant him even greater access to my suddenly demanding body.
I must have looked strange standing there with my hands pinned to the wall in nothing but an open black bathrobe framing my pale torso and legs panting and making quiet noises of encouragement. He teased my sensitive inner thighs working up to the crease between thigh and groin with barely there touches followed immediately by raking nails. With each pass he got closer and closer to where I so desperately needed him to touch me only to begin the process again.
Remus began to nuzzle my neck like a cat marking their territory. He obviously hadn’t shaved since the previous morning. The stubble felt raspy against my vulnerable neck, almost like a cat’s tongue. It scratched lightly at my skin leaving a very pleasurable burn in its wake. I swore I could feel all my nerve endings come alive at the gentle but coarse touch. Remus suddenly stopped teasing me. I was still forced against the wall, but he had stopped his attentions to both my neck and my groin. I was pinned completely to the wall, at his mercy and he just stopped touching me. I remember whimpering pitifully at the sudden lack of exquisite torture.
“Please don’t stop!” I cried, my skin was screaming for sensation. Anything would do. I just needed desperately to be touched by him. Remus pulled his lower body away from me to unzip his trousers and remove his hard cock.
Remus placed his right leg between mine so I was straddling his muscular thigh and started to rock his gorgeous hips against mine in a maddeningly slow and gentle fashion. I must have moaned again for he made another pleased sounding growl deep in his chest that I both felt and heard. My prick throbbed at that glorious sound. He returned to my sensitized neck now biting, licking and sucking as he ground himself into me.
“Oh Remus, sweet Merlin, yes!” I was holding on to my control by a thread and I didn’t care. I suddenly had access to the most fervent desire of my soul; how could self control possibly stand a chance? I was arching against him as hard as I could trying desperately to increase the contact between us.
He reluctantly released my neck from its exquisite torture to kiss his way up to my ear to suck and nibble on my lobe. “Tell me what it is you want.” His voice was rougher and deeper than usual, almost a purr; it was simultaneously an entreaty and a demand. It melted what little remained of my control.
“Anything, everything, I don’t care just more damn you!” I groaned in response. I was so thoroughly pinned to my wall I couldn’t move a muscle to take what I so desperately desired. I could just barely rock my cock against Remus’ thigh and hope he would move harder and faster. I was completely without thought. I felt like I was floating in a turbulent sea of desire and was convinced if I was not satisfied soon I would die of want.
“As you wish,” he whispered into my ear before, finally, diving in to kiss me. It was the most ungentle kiss I had ever received and I wanted it to never end. His hand cradled the back of my skull protecting my head from the wall and clutching at my hair giving him even more control over the kiss. I was once again glad of not only the wall behind me but the growling, sexy man forcing me against it. His teeth nibbled none too carefully on both my lips and his tongue invaded my mouth like a conquering army intent on plunder.
By this point he was moaning as much as I was and his hips finally began to speed up. As we began our spiral towards ecstasy he whispered, “Hovawart” into my ear. I woke the instant I came with my heart racing.
***
My mood switched from ecstatic to despondent in the space of a single heart beat. Of course the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had was a dream. I’m just that lucky. That would explain why Remus knew exactly where and how to touch me not to mention how to tease me into bliss. I was obscenely glad Remus wouldn’t need his potion until tomorrow as I doubted I would be able to face him so soon after such a vivid dream. Maybe I could get Draco to handle it for me.
I pulled myself out of bed and into my shower; the lethargy caused by my release seemed to only rub in that Remus was not and never would be mine. I scrubbed myself fervently to remove the perceived mockery of my desire. After dressing and a quick breakfast I apparated to my shop. I was in a mood reminiscent of my mercifully short stint as Headmaster. I felt powerless and furious; it is not a combination I would recommend to anyone. Draco of course immediately noticed my mood and thus didn’t bother with is usual greeting. He wisely ignored me as I made much more noise than usual setting up to brew.
After spending four hours in a rather foul mood my work finally calmed me down enough to think properly. As I was bottling the last of the potions I had started this morning I remembered the patronus from my dream and the word Remus had said right before I awoke. I needed to do some research. I was at a natural breaking point so now was good. Besides Draco probably needed assurance I wasn’t going to go on a murderous rampage or something.
I could go to a public library, but I knew Madam Pince had an extensive collection of books on both magical and non-magical fauna. I re-entered the front of my shop much calmer and quieter than I had entered this morning. Draco glanced my way nervously until he realized I was no longer in “smite everyone” mode as he had once dubbed it.
“Do I even want to know what set you off?” He queried in a teasing tone as he already knew my response.
“Being my godson does not mean I have to tell you everything, Draco.”
“No, but it does not stop me from wondering Uncle Sev.” A devilish smile crossed his face. He knows I how much I dislike diminutives.
“You keep that up and I’ll tell your paramour to call you Dray.” I teased back in a stern voice.
Draco paled. “You wouldn’t dare! Besides you don’t know who I’m seeing.”
“Don’t I? I have noticed precisely how eager you are to deliver potions to Poppy for the last several years. I think I could hazard a guess as to why.”
I was previously unaware a human being’s face could change from parchment pale to Weasley red so fast. Never let it be said that I don’t love to torment those I care for.
After leaving a thoroughly embarrassed Draco minding my shop I began my walk to the castle and the library within. As many unpleasant memories I had of Hogwarts it had been my home for most of my life. It became in my mind something of a safe haven for me. I remember many nights when I was still undercover wishing with my entire being to come back whole and undiscovered. So my feelings on returning were always a mixed bag. It was like coming home, but it was also like going somewhere you’d hoped you would never have to return. I found it much easier if I stuck to areas without strong negative memories such as the Library.
Madam Pince had been the Librarian when I was a student and would doubtless be the Librarian when Theodore finished school. Luckily she and I always had a cordial relationship as I only ever wrote in my own books and she never knew about that. I nodded a greeting in passing to her as I entered her domain. I had spent many hours here both as a student and as a professor so I knew the proper section to start my search.
After finding “Magda’s Guide to Canines: Mystical and Mundane” I began searching the index for ‘Hovawart’. When I found the correct page I was once again confronted with the shape of my patronus from my dream. The picture was of a rather attractive dog reminiscent of a Golden Retriever but with a longer fuller coat. Its golden brown eyes brought Remus’ to my mind.
As I read through the temperament of the breed I understood more and more why I had chosen that shape to represent Remus. The breed was described as determined, obedient and affectionate. They were loyal to the group or family but tended to latch on to one person as their favourite. Good with children and playful even in old age; reserved with strangers, good natured and even tempered. Brave, protective and alert were all applicable especially when it came to Theodore. Hovawarts are intelligent, highly trainable and dominant. If only I could talk Remus into being dominant with me while I’m awake!
I had not cast a patronus since the war. I had found all of my memories of Lily since our falling exquisitely bittersweet though I still used her memory during the wars. They always formed a non-distinct patronus. This time I intentionally cast my thoughts to memories of Remus before I summoned my patronus. A very clear and solid-looking Hovawart burst from my wand with much less effort than I was accustomed. He padded over to me and nuzzled at my hand as if asking to be petted. My heart ached for I knew I truly had managed to fall once again for my closest friend who wanted no part of my love.
***
As I was on my way out I was passing through the corridor that Remus’ classroom is on. The lunch bell had just rung so veritable streams of students were tumbling out into the hallways. As I walked toward the castle’s exit I heard Potter and Remus talking in the classroom. I had every intention of ignoring whatever they were doing, until I heard what Potter was saying.
“I told you it was a bad idea to tell him Remus. I know you were certain of his reaction, but you didn’t hear him yesterday.” That brought me up short. I had assumed from the way Remus had spoken that they hadn’t yet started a romantic relationship. I paused and realizing the door was open and the students had already cleared the hall on their way to lunch. Eavesdropping would be the proverbial piece of cake. I cast a concealment charm on myself and moved so I could see both of the room’s occupants. They both seemed completely engaged in their argument.
“His reaction was one I can live with, I was given encouragement if in a roundabout fashion and I am going to continue.” Remus responded in a slightly aggravated tone as if this was an old argument.
“If you keep this up you are going to lose him as a friend completely. Snape said he wished you well and that he wanted you to be happy but his eyes looked dead inside. I’ve never seen anyone look so broken!” Remus would never lose me, I promised both him and myself years ago when everything was still normal between us. Apparently I have lost all my ability to hide my feelings due to lack of practice if Potter could tell I was miserable yesterday.
I could almost see Remus’ hackles rise at Potter’s words as he growled his response. “Just what are you implying Harold James Potter?!” I have only seen Remus mad a handful of times in my life. Usually he gets very quiet and speaks in a calm, firm, no-nonsense voice that I have witnessed him use successfully even with Mrs. Weasley. Remus always was protective of those he cared for. I must have missed the notice when I rose high enough on the list for him to defend me to Potter.
I had never encountered Remus being confrontational and growling at anyone before. He seemed to have a voice custom ordered and designed for a dominant. I had to steady myself against the wall for a second as my knees wobbled at the sound; his voice sounded exactly like the edible voice he used in my dream last night. Something in me revelled in the sound of his growled words. My mind flitted back to my dream in exquisite detail; maybe he is not a push over in real life after all. If only I could get him to speak to me in that voice in an intimate setting.
“I am implying nothing Remus. I am straight out telling you that he would do or accept anything to make you happy even if he found it distressing. This will tear him apart if you force this. Do you really want to be the cause of Snape’s spirit finally breaking just so you can be happy?!” I have been on the other end of Potter’s rage so often it took me a second to realize he was defending me to Remus though I had no idea what from. Potter seemed stuck on the idea that Remus would lose me despite my reassurance yesterday that I would not leave.
Potter’s defense of me seemed to soothe Remus from furious to merely annoyed in moments. When he spoke again it was in his more common upset tone. “Severus would never let me hurt him that badly. Besides I know him well and I can tell when he is distressed. I know he was last night, but I imagine he wasn’t expecting the talk we had out of the blue.”
Of course I wasn’t expecting you to tell me suddenly you were on the market but you’d already chosen someone else, no applicants need apply. That’s not the type of conversation one has with their closest friend every day!
There was a long pause. Potter finally broke it with, “Remus, why did Snape tell me to ‘take care of you’ and that you ‘deserve to be happy’?” He seemed genuinely perplexed over my statement. I couldn’t bear to hear Remus confess his love for another with me standing in the hall so I took the only logical course of action. I fled.
chapter 4
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