Title: The Werewolf Bard – Part 1 Author: nimrod_9 Rating: R Pairing: Remus/Severus Kink(s): First time Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 1,013
Warnings: Unbeta’d.
Remus strode through the large double doors into the infirmary at Hogwarts. He liked to think he currently had a smooth even stride, not the more obvious hitch, roll and slide he could hear reflected on the polished stone floors. Four days ago this place had doubtless been overflowing with screaming patients, crying relatives and friends and students who didn’t know where else to go. Today, it was still quite full but, everyone appeared to be resting or chatting calmly in low tones.
Madame Pomfrey emerged from behind a white curtain, hooked one arm through Remus’ and propelled them quickly into her office. He grimaced, but managed not to groan. The healers had released him this morning from St. Mungo’s after he’d assured them he no longer required any pain potions. An outright lie, of course, but it had guaranteed his discharge.
Poppy pursed her lips and stared at her shoes for a moment before speaking. “I am sorry I misdiagnosed you.” Her eyes were now directed at Remus and filled with unshed tears.
Remus gave her a soft smile. “It’s all right, Poppy. You weren’t the only one who made that mistake about me. All’s well that ends well.” He paused. “Might I see him?”
Poppy nodded. “Only because Minerva said so.”
“She’s the dragon at the gate?”
“A quite formidable one at that.” Poppy was now smiling.
Remus grinned back. “You don’t have to tell me. I still can feel the fear she instilled in me when I was eleven.”
Stepping back, Poppy cast a charm at one wall and a door appeared. “Right this way.”
The room was small and smelled of antiseptics, disinfectants; it smelled of hospital. There was one long narrow window up high on the wall. Severus would hate this. He hated the infirmary, hospitals and wearing white. At the moment he was completely covered in white. White bandages, white nightshirt, white sheets, and a white blanket. His skin appeared surprising colourless surrounded by the white. A sob welled in Remus’ throat; he pushed it down.
“How is he?” Remus asked his voice slightly thick.
“Stable. I removed the magical coma this morning. He should wake in the next two to three days.”
“A coma?”
“It was to keep him asleep while his body heals. A medically induced coma can have fewer side effects than sedation by potion.”
“Will there by any lasting effects for the coma or the snake bite?”
“He lost quite a lot of blood and there are problems caused by the snake venom to deal with.” She paused. “Remus, all we really know is that his heart is still beating and his lungs are still breathing. When he wakes up we will know more.”
“May I stay for a while?”
Poppy nodded. “Of course, dear.”
“Is there anything else we can do for him?”
“It is my understanding that Muggles talk to people in comas. They believe it brings the patients around sooner. He’s not actually in a coma any longer, but you could try talking to him if you would like.”
“Thank you, Poppy. Thank you for treating him. Thank you for keeping him safe.”
Poppy raised a hand. “It was my job and he deserves it.” She slipped back into her office.
Remus ran a finger down his beloved Potion Master’s nose. It had been a year, an entire year. So much had changed and so much had remained the same. His thumb stroked the thin wide lips. He decided he had better sit down before he fell down. Obviously, zombies did not have the easy life that everyone had been led to believe. He quickly transfigured the hard side chair into a cushy wing-backed one, no chintz thank you. A satisfied groan escaped him as he settled into it.
Poppy said talk, so he would. He took one pale, long-fingered hand into his own.
What should he talk about? He could hear Severus’ voice ‘If I am ill Luoin, your soppiness will simply compound the problem’. The war was too fresh. Sex. That was it! Men thought about sex every seven seconds. Didn’t they? Remus smiled to himself. It was a good subject whether the supposed statistics were correct or not.
Remus squeezed the pale hand and began with “We won.” Another squeeze and he continued in earnest. “Do you remember our first time? You would probably tell me that it did not count since the only skin to skin contact was our lips. We’d kissed a few times prior to this, perhaps a dozen. You had always pulled back, afraid it was a prank. This time we had found an alcove, more a nook really, directly behind a suit of Gothic plate armour. A quick privacy spell and we were snogging. It must have been the spring air, but you tasted better than ever. I remember your back hitting the wall. It drove your hip into my cock; I knew you could feel that I was hard and I didn’t care. Obviously, you didn’t either because you moved our hips so were could rub our cocks against each other through our trousers. It was the most erotic experience in my life up to that point.”
Remus paused. “I grabbed your arms, and you did the same to me. We didn’t stop kissing though. I don’t know who started rocking first, but it was slow and sweet and I couldn’t stand it. We were seventeen and there was no waiting or savoring anything. I came hard and pressed my full weight against you; I would still swear I could feel you pulse against me. Thinking back, I never apologized for biting your lip. I am officially sorry. You were so proper and cleaned us both up with a spell. I wanted to suck on your bottom lip a bit more, but I couldn’t say that. You’d gone all worried on me again, so I squeezed your hand and you closed your eyes for just a second. Right now I’d do it again in a minute, if you would let me.”