LMoM #10 by odogoddess - 9 Nov 1975
Title: 9 Nov 1975 Author: psyfic Rating: R Pairing: Remus/Severus Kink(s): non-sexual bondage, humiliation, nipple play, wanking Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 2,425
9 Nov 1975
RJL here.
I finished copying the inventory sheet for Mme P. I've been so bored.
Prof M came by this morning and quizzed me on all my subjects, said I was doing very well and that she hoped I'd be back in Gryffindor tower before too long. She asked Mme P how I was doing and I could hear Mme P tell her I was one kilogramme shy of what would be minimum weight for my height and while she would prefer to keep me a few more days, she understood if there was a concern about my school work.
Prof M told her my school work was exemplary and maybe there was something I could do to help Mme P in the Infirmary. She asked her if it was dangerous for me to be too thin because of my condition. Mme P told her that the amount of magic and energy used at moon time eat up a great deal of muscle and bone and a good portion of the body's reserves. It was actually better if I was overweight, and being so thin, and with the bouts of vomiting I'd had that brought me to the Infirmary in the first place, she really didn't want me leaving until I was at an acceptable weight, especially with the full moon around the corner.
I hated that. I hated being tied to the moon. I could feel it already, too. It just increases as the full moon gets close. Every day I'm a bit quicker, I can smell and hear things sooner, taste things more sharply, until the day before where my own skin feels like it's foreign and I want to be rid of it and run about screaming.
Prof M told her in that case, she saw no reason I shouldn't stay in Infirmary until after the full moon in a week's time. It was a matter of my health and hopefully, she said, I'd be at a better weight.
I hated that, too. I've always been thin. Not like Snape, all stretched out and rangy, but kind of small and thin, like being younger than I really am. My father told me I'd grow. His height came late to him and it looked like mine was coming late to me, too.
Snape left the Infirmary over a week ago. I haven't seen him since. I haven't seen anyone except Frank, Lily and Sir Nicholas, our house ghost. He's come by to sit with me a few times, and catches me up on all the Common Room gossip. Word is, he said, that the Marauders, as J & S like to call themselves, are planning something for the Christmas hols. It also seemed Lily had been assigned Snape as a study partner for an Arithmancy project and she was spending time in the library with him. This would make J go round the twist for sure.
I wondered what he and S would say if they knew Snape and Regulus were boyfriends. I sat there shocked. I hadn't thought of it, but what if S KNOWS HIS BROTHER IS QUEER?
He must know! If he does, then maybe it won't be so bad. I mean, they're in different houses but they're still brothers and all.
I could maybe tell them some time about me and being a bit bent. This is very good.
Going to have a kip down now.
RJL here.
Was woken up by the sound of S & P shouting and Mme P using Silencio.
When I turned around on my bed, I saw S & P by one of the other beds. Mme P was working on someone on the bed, covered in what looked like leather straps.
She waved her wand at S & P. 'You will both be silent until your Head of House arrives. This is disgraceful behaviour, regardless of what this boy has done.'
J suddenly ran into the room, breathless with his hair a riot. 'What happened? I heard you--'
He saw the person on the bed and began to laugh, hard. I still couldn't see with S & P in the way. No one was paying me any attention at all.
Suddenly Professor Slughorn, Prof M and the Headmaster all came in.
'Mr Black. Mr Pettigrew. Stand back and allow Madam Pomfrey to work,' Prof M instructed.
They did, moving to J who was still laughing and holding his stomach. I was able to see, for the brief moment before Slughorn, Prof M & the Headmaster stepped in the way, the person on the bed.
It was Snape and he was trussed up like a Christmas goose. His hands were purple under the straps, his face was red and he couldn't speak because a huge bit of knotted leather was stuffed into his mouth.
The Headmaster waved his wand, but only the leather gagging his mouth fell out and Snape was gasping then, gulping in huge breaths of air. Prof M kept waving her wand, but nothing happened. She glared at S & P and her look made J start to control himself.
'What did you do?'
Mme P waved her own wand at the two and P made a face.
'He was drawing naked men!'
The adults all looked surprised and looked at Snape who was still wheezing and trying to catch his breath.
The Headmaster lifted his hands.
'Regardless of what he may or may not have been doing, Mr. Black, tying up another student is unacceptable. Now I believe your Head of House is awaiting your answer and I must admit to some curiosity as to the spell you used to immobilise Mr Snape.'
It was Snape who answered in a hoarse whisper, 'Immobu-lautus.'
J started laughing again and even Prof M's glare didn't stop him. Mme P hurried from the room, obviously going to get a potion or something.
'Good one, Sirius!'
'That's enough. Twenty points from Gryffindor for this shameful display, not to mention a lack of remorse.'
'But Professor Mc--'
'That's twenty points from EACH of you,' she told S, who had started to speak. 'If you care to make it more?'
They all shook their heads, J no longer laughing, and turned to Snape. 'Mr Snape. Your side of events, please.'
He winced, struggling against the straps, but they writhed and he stopped.
'I was doing my essay for Care of Magical Creatures.'
'That's a lie!' P moved closer, making a nasty face. 'He was drawing a naked man! He's a disgusting poofter!'
My stomach twisted at Peter's words even as Slughorn lifted his wand. The boys all froze. He hadn't cast any spell. He merely smiled. His tone was casual as he looked Snape over and began to wave the wand over him.
'Mr Pettigrew it might interest you to know I have a fine collection of prized and priceless art in my quarters. Among them are some quite rare and beautiful nudes, both male and female. What would that make me, I wonder?'
'Indeed,' the Headmaster said. 'Drawing is a harmless form of artistic endeavour.'
'Mr Snape?' Prof M was looking at Snape again. He was looking a bit grey now.
'We get extra points if our essays are illustrated. I was drawing a CENTAUR!' His eyes bulged as he spoke, thick with anger and close, it sounded, to tears. I knew how he felt. I had no idea my dorm mates felt this way about blokes who were bent. I was suddenly glad I had never said anything.
Peter began to protest, but the Headmaster lifted his wand. 'Accio Mr Snape's essay.'
There was a rustling sound and a bit of parchment began to wriggle its way free of the straps from Snape's trapped hand. It was joined by another from P's grubby fist.
The three teachers looked at it and the Headmaster cleared his throat.
'The three of you will receive Detention for one week, with Professor Slughorn, as it was his student you maligned. Starting now.'
'And your Hogsmeade privileges are revoked for the next two months.' This was Prof M.
'But Christmas hols are starting!' P's eyes had never looked piggier, all small and watery.
'That's enough!' Prof M was livid. She waved her wand. 'The lot of you will go to my office immediately. I've never been more ashamed in my life.'
The boys all moved out and she followed. Slughorn looked back to Snape.
'It looks like you'll miss the quiz this afternoon, my boy. No bother. I'll bring it to you later. For now, let us leave him in Madam Pomfrey's capable hands, Albus.'
'Yes.' The Headmaster studied Snape, then shook his head.
Slughorn kept talking as they stepped out and I could hear him, although I was sure Snape couldn't.
'Odd that Mr Black would be offended by anyone's sexuality, considering his brother's, shall we say, proclivities.'
Then they were gone and Snape was trying not to cry. I could see it. He had to be in a lot of pain.
'Immobu-lautus. Does that mean--'
Mme P hurried back in from the hall and used her wand. She levitated Snape toward her and then looked at me and said, 'I may need some help. You come with us.'
She floated Snape to one of the private baths attached to the Infirmary. There was a large, low, foam-filled tub and she floated him right into it, straps and clothes and all. There was a wide curved lip on one end where she rested his head. Then she shut the door with a wave of her wand and turned to me, tucking her wand in her pocket.
'The bonds will slowly dissolve and loosen as he is bathed. I'm very worried about his circulation. Work on his hands, would you, there's a good lad, and I'll do his legs.'
Snape was too full of pain to argue, and he was under the suds anyway and fully dressed.
I began to rub along the arm closest to me and Mme P was right, the straps fell away and began to dissolve. I ran my hands down his arm and Snape nearly screamed.
'That hurts!'
'It will, my boy, there's nought to be done until after. The blood has to return to your extremities. If you're lucky, it won't be worse.'
So I kept rubbing along his arms and Snape bit at his lip to keep from crying out. Mme Pomfrey did his legs and then put her hands under the bubbles and did his torso. I could tell she had to do his crotch, too, but bit my lip and kept rubbing his shoulders and down his arms. I was starting to get hard.
Then Mme P pulled her arms out, took her wand again and waved it to undress Snape.
'Hey!'
'Hush. You're both boys and don't have anything the other doesn't have or hasn't seen. This is for your own good, Mr Snape.'
I couldn't see anything under the suds anyway. She lifted one of his feet and studied it, then waved her wand and studied the waves of light that began to glow.
'Not bad.'
She did the same for the other one. I was rubbing his shoulder and she looked up and said, 'Do his chest, as well.'
I gulped and moved to work my hands down along his chest. It felt smooth and cool. I rubbed down to his lower ribs and moved back up. My palms tingled where his nipples rubbed against them. His nipples were tight, tiny points of tan on his pale, pale chest.
I did it again, then again. Snape bit his lip and I began to rub my hard prick against the side of the tub. Merlin, it felt fantastic. I moved my palms back until my fingertips were rubbing over his nipples and I looked quickly at Mme P who was studying that glow from one of his legs. I gently pinched one of his nipples with my thumb and index finger.
Snape groaned and he moved his head back to look at me. His expression was shocked, but curious. His eyes narrowed.
'I'm sorry, m'boy, but needs must,' Mme P told Snape and put her hands under the suds near his crotch.
Snape gasped, then closed his eyes.
She lifted one hand out and used her wand, and he arched a bit under me as the waves of light glowed from under the water. She was checking his bits, I knew. The thought made me feel dizzy.
'Very good. No damage there.'
She moved her hand forward, then motioned me to go rub his feet. I hurried to the end of the tub, glad to hide my tented trousers. Snape exchanged a look with me. He didn't look mad, but he didn't look upset either. It was more like he was trying to figure out what I had done... or why.
She soon checked him all over, then patted his head, which made him glare at her.
'You'll be glad to know you've been spared any worse. You'll have to stay here until I'm satisfied you can maintain the circulation to your extremities -- I've got some blood-thinning potion I'll want you to take, as well. With luck, all you'll have left tomorrow morning are a few bruises.'
'Damned Gryffindors,' he muttered, then glared at me. I pulled my hands back as he moved his foot away from me.
'Now, now. Not all Gryffindors are like that bunch. Just like not all Slytherins are fond of the Dark Arts.'
'What house were you in?'
She didn't seem to be upset at his tone of voice. She reached for a sponge by the side of the tub and dipped it in the water.
'I was a Hufflepuff, Mr Snape.'
'But you know so much!'
'And not only Ravenclaws have intelligence, as you well know.'
Then she squeezed the sponge over his hair and Snape grimaced.
Mme P sent me out of the bath before the bubbles died and Snape got out of the tub.
That was fine with me. I was hard as a stone and had to step into the loo to wank. It didn't take long. I was almost coming when I touched myself after opening my pyjama bottoms.
When I spunked, I thought of Snape's wet chest and how his nipples felt under my palm. I had seen him naked from a distance, but I never thought I'd ever be able to touch him. Today I saw him up close, nearly naked, and had rubbed his chest!
I could still feel his silk-smooth skin and I was still hard after I was done, but I could wank more later. I knew that night before bed I would have a great wank imagining rubbing Snape's body again.