LMoM#19 by odogoddess - What a difference a day makes...
Title: 17-19 Dec 1975 - What a difference a day makes... & a night Author: psyfic Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Severus Kink(s): fingering, kissing, first-time, dirty talk, premature ejac. & egregious use of Rowling Latin Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 2,800
Author's note: If you are reading this for the first time, please go to the first entry and start reading there. Otherwise, this saga may not make any sense at all. Thanks!
17 Dec 1975
RJL here.
I have a problem. Well, two really, aside from the FLP tonight.
On Friday everyone is catching the Express and leaving for the hols. It's the last day you can see anyone until the start of school again after the new year.
It's full moon tonight and I'm sure to still be in the infirmary on Friday. Which means I can't go home this Christmas. They can't schedule the Express for an unspecified day sometime after all the other students leave. I never know how long I'll be in the Infirmary. Sometimes it's just a couple of days, but sometimes...
It would be great, since SS doesn't go home, either, so we would have the whole of Christmas hols but the bigger problem is what I found out this morning -- Sirius is staying behind, too.
He got a letter this morning; his family kicked him out. His mother took his name off the family tree for being a blood traitor.
J & P & I are worried, but S is pretending it's grand. He told me he and I can pal about and torment SS, those were his own words.
I can't do that. I don't want to do that. Maybe I can tell SS about it? Would he understand? I don't want to lose my friend or lose what I have with SS, but I don't see how I can spend time with SS with S around all the time without any excuse of studies or anything.
Why do things happen like this?
It would have been perfect if S had gone home, too.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
What luck! Reg's useless brother's been disinherited, which means the arse will be staying here. Odds are good blood will be drawn.
Meek is acting stranger than normal. He cancelled our meeting tonight. Said he's feeling poorly. I'm not surprised, considering how much he ate for breakfast. For a skinny fellow, he can strap on the feedbag well enough.
18 Dec 1975
RJL here.
This is the soonest I could write this down, and I still can barely believe it!
The guys all said they'd see me later when I headed for the Infirmary last night. I didn't think anything of it, but then after Mme P had left me in the shack, I heard a noise and J & P & S all came into the room.
I've never been so scared or so angry. 'What are you lot doing here?'
'Happy early Christmas, Moony,' J said, smiling.
Then he... shifted. He blurred and changed into a stag! S was all smiles and said, 'Our gift to you, Remus. Now we can all run wild at full moon.'
Then he changed into a large black dog, just like a Grim. Then P followed. He was a bit slow at it, but soon was a rat.
Then I felt the moon rise and it was all I knew until morning.
I woke up and all of them were sleeping around me. I hadn't scratched at myself at all. I had a few scratches, bumps and bruises, but no broken bones or open wounds.
When I heard Mme P coming, I hurried out to meet her so she wouldn't see them and they wouldn't get in trouble.
She was so glad to see I wasn't damaged. So if I want to go home Friday, I can. I still don't know.
No matter what I do, though, this was the best Christmas present ever!
I told the guys that and they were all smiles. Then J nudged S and said, 'I have a pressie for you, too, Sirius.'
'What's that then?'
'My parents... they said you're welcome for Christmas.'
'Oh, that's kind--'
'And always. I mean, what I'm trying to say is, we discussed it via Floo in the Headmaster's office and... you've a home, if you want. You're welcome to live at the Hollow with us, from now on.'
P & I were boggled. This was amazingly good news! I thought S was going to cry.
After a bit, he just grabbed J and hugged him really hard and I think he did cry a bit, but we didn't say anything. We know what it means to him, since his own family kicked him out.
'In that case, J, I'd say I'd better get an owl order pressie or two for our Mum & Dad, eh?'
J laughed and they hurried out of the dorm. P asked if I was going home, too, but now, I'm even more undecided.
I told him I hadn't decided, then I said I had to return something to the library and hurried out to find SS.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
Meek snuck me a note where I sat in the library.
It read: Tonight? Here?
I nodded at it and Incendio'd the paper. I know he saw me nod, so that's his answer.
I'm guessing he wants to tell me he's going to go along to get along over the hols and that none of what he says when he's with Bastard Boy means anything.
The fool hasn't learnt yet that everything means something.
19 Dec 1975
RJL here.
P is asleep. J&S are chatting up some girls in the next compartment. I haven't had time yet to write this down, so I'm glad I have a chance now, seeing as how as soon as I get home, Mum & Da are going to want to hear all about school and I won't have a moment to myself until I'm too tired to write anything.
LAST NIGHT WAS BLOODY BRILLIANT!!!
I finally did it! We did it! Remus John Lupin is no longer a virgin. Oh, my God...
I don't know if I can relate it all like it happened, but I had to write that down.
I showed up at the library like I'd suggested, but I had Disillusioned myself so Pince wouldn't see me staying past closing. Then I made my way to the stacks and found SS waiting at the window.
I Disillusioned myself and he drew his wand, then relaxed.
'You could have been hexed.'
'Frank showed me how to do that.'
'An invisibility spell?'
'Disillusion. I can show you, if you like.'
He stared at me for a long moment, then he nodded.
I thought about it, then decided to show him on myself as I didn't think he'd appreciate being cracked on the head with my wand. I rapped my head hard enough to hurt and whispered 'Dissilusio!'
I could feel the cold, liquid sensation crawl down from where I'd struck my head all the way to my toes.
'Interesting.' I looked at SS who was studying me from different angles. 'Not quite total invisibility, but good enough for a pinch.'
I nodded, then rapped my head again and said, 'finite dissilusio.'
'Clever. That was 'dissilusio' you said?'
I nodded. 'Yes, and you have to crack yourself fairly hard for it to work. Frank can do it without saying the word, but I can't do non-verbal yet.'
'We learn that next year.'
'Frank is studying in advance so he can get a leg up in joining the Aurory.'
'Better him than me,' SS muttered.
'What's wrong with being an Auror?'
'Nothing if you don't mind being part of a corrupt system.'
I could sense this was not a good topic, so instead I said, 'I've got good news.'
'Oh?'
I smiled. 'Sirius is going to the Hollow, James' house for the hols.'
He straightened, frowning. 'I thought he'd be staying.'
I shrugged. 'He would have, but the Potters extended the invitation. It looks like he may be living with them now, actually.'
He considered this and nodded. 'Thank you for telling me.'
I smiled again. 'Well, I thought you should know. I, uh, I'm going home for the hols. I thought I'd still not feel up to travel after, um, yesterday, but I've improved.'
'What was wrong anyway? Something you ate?'
I felt my face heat and muttered, 'Well, actually, someone hexed me. I had a time of it.'
He considered this and finally shrugged. 'Well, in that case, I'm glad you get to go home.'
'Don't you ever go home for the hols?'
His face darkened and my stomach clenched.
'Nothing to go home for. Mums doesn't celebrate Christmas anymore.'
'Oh.' I didn't ask about his father. I had no idea if he even had a father. When he showed up at King's Cross, he'd only ever been accompanied by his mother. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.'
'I'm not upset. It's just the way it is,' he insisted.
I nodded, not really understanding, but not wanting him to get annoyed.
'Well, since I'm leaving tomorrow, I thought we could spend time tonight.'
He rolled his eyes. 'I didn't think you wanted to meet me to play gobstones.'
'Well, it's just last time... well, you said you might be up for a go... I mean, you might want to, er... bugger me?'
He stilled and I could actually see him getting hard, fast. I smiled.
'I'd kind of like to do it here, our first place, this being my first time and all.'
He looked upset now. 'I didn't bring anything for that. We need some kind of lubrication or I can hurt you.'
I smiled and pulled the bottle out of my pocket. 'Will this do?'
He took the bottle of hand cream I had dug out of my trunk. My mother had sent it with me, but I'd never used it for anything.
He opened the lid and poured a bit into his palm, rubbed it with his fingers, smelled it, read the ingredients and frowned.
'Have you wanked with this?'
I shook my head.
'It might sting if it's not meant for the mucous membranes.'
'Oh.'
'Care to test it?'
I smiled. 'Sure.'
'Don't be so quick to smile. It might sting. Let me see your dick.'
More exciting words I'd not heard. I unbuttoned my trews and extended myself to him.
He rubbed the fingertips coated with the lotion on the head and I gasped and hardened.
'How does that feel?'
'Exciting.'
He rolled his eyes again. 'I mean is it burning or itching?'
I waited and concentrated, but could sense nothing aside from coolness. I shook my head.
He rubbed his fingers a bit more firmly in a circle around the head of my prick. I gulped.
'Nothing?'
'No, but if you keep doing that you'll have a different kind of cream on your fingers.'
'Randy bugger.'
'No, I was hoping you would do the buggering,' I smiled at him and he snorted.
'All right, then. It's probably safe enough.'
'So what do I do?'
He seemed, for the first time, to look a bit nervous.
'Do you want me to do it from behind or face to face?'
It hadn't occurred to me there might be more than one way. I'd always heard of men 'bending over' or being 'bent,' which is where I thought the expression had come.
'Can you do it face to face?'
'Of course. But it's a bit uncomfortable. Then again, having it off here isn't the best place.'
'I don't mind.'
'Is that what you want? Face to face?'
I nodded. I wanted it more than anything. I wanted to see him as he shot his spunk in me. I wanted to kiss him until he did. I didn't say this, however.
'Then... oh wait.' He took his wand and went to the window seat. 'Blandeo.'
He gestured me over. 'Try that.'
I pushed on it and smiled. 'Nice. Like a cushioning charm.'
'Trust me, your arse will thank me.'
'Oh, I'm sure of it,' I responded, before reaching up and kissing him.
He was surprised, but kissed back and soon I was undressing him and he was undressing me. We only stopped kissing so I could clamber into position. He noticed then, how bruised and scratched I was.
'Fuck, Lupin, what did you do? Walk through the briar in your sleep after that gang of yours beat you with bludgers?'
I felt hot. 'No, just... I told you I'd been hexed. It made me throw myself against the floor in the Infirmary by the time I got there.'
He looked at me again and shook his head. 'Sounds like a miscast Tarantallegra.'
'That's just what Madam Pomfrey said,' I lied now, feeling a little bad for lying, but I couldn't tell him the truth.
He nodded, then stepped up, dick hard and flat against his belly and pushed my knees up and apart. I gulped. He placed them carefully until my heels were resting on the edges of the sill.
'Is that all right?'
I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak.
'Accio hand cream,' he waved his wand, then set it next to me on the sill.
He poured cream into his palm, transferred a fair amount to his fingers which he began to rub along my crease.
'Oh!'
'Like that, do you?'
I nodded and gasped as his fingers rubbed and stroked along my opening, spreading the cream and making me swoon with sensation.
'Okay, I'm going to work it in now.'
He took more lotion from his palm and gently pushed one finger inside me. It felt so good!
'More please.'
'Greedy arse.' He wriggled his finger, then slid it back and forth and I writhed. 'Yes, you're a greedy little bugger, aren't you? Wanting me to fuck you. Wanting my cock deep inside you.'
'Please, Severus!'
He added another finger and I whined and lifted my arse.
'Easy. Let me do it.' He pushed his fingers in and out and then around and around. Soon he hit that spot, that incredible spot that felt like magic was sparkling inside me. 'Nice, huh?'
'Severus!'
'Easy now. One more and then we can go.' He sounded a bit breathless and I looked down to see a drop of clear liquid drip from the head of his prick and disappear into his pubic hair.
He added a third finger and twirled them, in and out, around and around until I was dizzy with sensation.
'Good. Hold up there.' he removed his fingers, then leaned in and over me, adjusting until he was in position and then carefully nudged his arching prick until the head was ready to slide into me. I noticed he only touched it very gingerly with two careful fingers. He must feel very close.
'If you come right away,' I whispered. 'You can have another go later. I can stay until midnight. They think I've got rounds.'
'Dear Merlin.'
He closed his eyes, pushed his hips forward and began to spunk, hard. I could feel his prick twitching at my entrance. Then I felt a warm tickling sensation along my crease and realised it was his jism.
'Shite!'
He grimaced and pulled out, mouth grim. I kept quiet, knowing he was too upset to listen to anything.
He sat back on his haunches and sighed.
'You can put your legs down. I'm going to need a bit of a break if I'm to get a proper go and give you a proper buggering.'
I put them down, but gave him his wand.
'Could you clean me up?'
He looked chagrined. 'Of course.'
He did it quickly, then sat back again, atop his trousers, leaning against the wall.
'It's all right, honestly. What you did to get me ready was amazing.'
'Just what a bloke ought to do. A proper bloke. Anyone buggers you without getting you ready, without you asking him to do it -- that's rape, not sex.'
I nodded, wondering if anyone had done that to him, but not brave enough to ask.
I hoped not. What he had done so far was the best I'd ever felt.
I didn't know if I could stand it if it got better, although I looked forward to finding out.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
Tired, but I have to say I kept my promise. I'm not a virgin anymore, and just under a month to go before my 16th.
Lupin let me bugger him, not once, but twice, and begged me for more.
The first time wasn't so good as the second. I slipped into him and we fucked for almost an hour before we shot off. I had used some hand cream he brought to get him ready, and I used a bit more to wank him as we fucked.
He kept telling me 'Fuck me!' and 'Harder! Fuck! Fuck!' and when he shot off he was so bloody fantastically tight I couldn't help but join him. It was fucking brilliant!
So help me I'll miss his greedy arse over the hols, but getting to fuck him was bloody marvy.
'Happy Christmas,' he told me as he left. 'I can't wait until after the hols, when you can do that to me again.'
Honestly, I thought I'd spunk my kegs at the thought, and I'd just come!
I told him Happy Christmas back, but honestly, getting to fuck him was the best present I've ever gotten.
Even knowing Mulciber and Rookwood will be probably be wanting my arse over the hols can't compare.