psyfic (psyfic) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-22 23:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: odogoddess, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone |
LMoM#22 by odogoddess - One stop to the rhythm that divides you
Title: (17 Jan to 30 Jan 1976) 'One stop to the rhythm that divides you'
Author: psyfic
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus alone, Severus/Regulus
Kink(s): wanking
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 2,005
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 Jan 1976
It worked just like last month! No broken bones, no open wounds, just the guys hiding out in the shack and then the morning, waking up sleeping next to them all.
I don't really remember what goes on, but S says we just run around in the Forest. S lets me chase him, then J takes over, back and forth until I'm too tired and then they run me back into the Shack. P keeps look out at the tree and presses the branch so we can go in and out.
In their animagus forms they have more energy than they do in human form. Just like a horse can trot for hours and recover enough to do it again the next day, they run all night with me, sleep a few hours before dawn and we all wake up ready to face the day.
I still get bruised and scratched a bit, running through briars and sometimes running into obstacles, but it's like nothing compared to how it used to be. I'll just not meet SS until the bruises clear.
I asked Mme P for bruise salve. She gave it to me and said normally she doesn't bother, because I have so many other injuries that are more important to deal with, so it made her happy to be able to give me simple bruise salve. It heals up the bruises in a couple of days, although bad ones take longer, but I can still go to classes even with bad bruises.
She thinks I'm not harming myself as much because I'm learning to control myself more during moon time, even if I don't remember it. There's a new lycanthropy theory that says it's all about mind over matter and she's been reading all the books about it she can since I started school. She gave me a copy of the book, but I shoved it in my trunk. I can't tell her why I've 'improved.' She can think what she likes. What matters is that it's better now.
I've never been able to know before that I'll be able to be all right the next day, able to walk about and not just lie in bed trying to recover. The guys are the best!
J has been calling me Moony since they found out about my FLP, but now that they have their animagus forms, S thought we should all have names. So J has become Prongs, S became Padfoot, although P thought he should be called Slobber. For that remark, S said P was Wormtail. J and I both laughed and so that's the name that stuck, even though P keeps insisting he should be Wigglenose.
The only problem is I found out S has been using his Animagus form to track people around the school, to find out what they're up to, and that includes SS. I told him he doesn't want to get in trouble, not being registered. He just laughed and said the teachers will think he's a stray or belongs to one of the kids.
The bad thing is he's right. Worse is he can get away with more now, too. Wormtail can keep watch for teachers and send a double shriek that Padfood can hear and then they scarper and the teachers don't know it's them. I heard them talking about it this morning. They started mentioning names of kids they want to trick, and I had to tell them I didn't want to know and to not talk about it around me.
I'm a prefect. I have to report if I see infractions. I don't want to report my friends.
The best I can do is pretend not to notice.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
I re-read my entries last night. I thought I knew what was wrong with the Meek, but I guess I'm wrong. He showed up for breakfast this morning, calm as you please, not a hair out of place.
It's just as well. I'd sick up if I knew I'd been with a non-human.
23 Jan 1976
I think SS isn't interested anymore.
He hasn't been able to meet all week and I tried to get his attention in Ancient Runes he ignored me.
I sent him a note asking if we could meet later, after my rounds, but he shook his head and tore up the note.
I'll have to see if I can find time to ask him what's wrong.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
Meek's sniffing for action.
Trouble is, I've got Mulciber and Goyle to deal with. Mulciber's disgusting, but if I use the right leverage, I can cadge a credit voucher to Bobble's Baubles from him; his uncle is the store manager.
Goyle's thick as a brick. I've been writing his essays in exchange for stuff from Zonko's or Honeyduke's. He thinks that should be enough to 'ride the broom.'
I may be the Half-blood broom in my year, but I'm not giving a blow or being buggered for joke wands or sugar quills. Especially not Goyle. He's got a dick like a ruddy centaur.
25 Jan 1976
SS ignored me all week end. J, S & P are up to something.
I went to Hogsmeade with Lily yesterday. Frank and Alice went with us, but they wound up at Mme Puddifoot's and so Lily and I came back alone.
I asked her about SS. She seemed a bit curious, but she answered my questions.
Apparently, he lives in a ramshackle old brick house near a mill, close to a filthy river that pongs something awful. It sounds dreadful.
She didn't know his parents, but she said they argued all the time and that SS stayed away from his home during the summer, not going in until dinner.
She said he was the first person with magic she had ever met and he had told her all about Hogwarts before she ever got her letter. She seemed sad when she said she thought she had disappointed him when she was sorted into Gryffindor. He'd always been sure they would be together in Slytherin. She felt she had somehow abandoned him. When she learnt about how Gryffindor and Slytherin houses are enemies, she began to understand, but it made her feel worse. She didn't want to be SS's enemy.
He was her closest friend, but the sorting started to change things. It hadn't been bad their first two years, but since third year, she said he'd been getting so different, so distant. He was friends now with boys that caused trouble and whose parents were Lord Voldemort sympathisers, the ones called Death Eaters. The ones that hated Muggleborns and half-breeds.
Lily got so sad, I stopped and put my arm around her and she leaned into me, so I hugged her.
I told her sometimes friends part ways. My mother had told me that back when I'd been changed, when the neighbours who knew stopped letting their children play with me.
I didn't tell her that, but I told her it might get better once we weren't in school anymore. Maybe she could talk to him in summer?
That cheered her a bit and we kept heading back.
SS was just passing the school gates when we were getting back. Lily smiled at him and said 'Hello,' but he just nodded at her and then glared at me as if I had done something, but I don't know what I did.
I don't know if I'll ever understand him.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
Success. But at what price?
The Meek was walking Lils back from Hogsmeade when I left. I saw them from the distance and before they got to the school gates he took her in his arms.
They didn't kiss, but they're obviously close.
Why wouldn't they be? He's in the same house with her.
Is he trying to see if he's not bent? Not totally?
Why couldn't he pick some other girl in his house for that? Hestia Jones would do a hinkypunk, or so I'm told.
Lily won't understand if he plays some pathetic game with her. There's not a dishonest bone in her body.
30 Jan 1976
After ignoring me for two weeks and a week of sour looks, SS sends me a dragonfly note in Ancient Runes.10p. Our usual.
I nodded, but I'm not sure I'll want to go on with him.
He's been with Reg, I know. I don't want to be back-up Beater.
RJL here again.
I'm confused and I'm not the only one.
Went early to the Library since I had to study anyway.
I was in the stack for books on Spell-casting to do an essay for Charms when I saw SS come in.
I was about to let him see me when he hurried to the first stack and hid.
He pulled out a paper dragonfly and blew on it. It flew to land in front of Lily at the table where she was writing an essay and she opened it, then looked around.
When I looked back to where SS was, he was gone.
Lily got up and went to the stack and then squealed. I drew my wand, but then SS Disillusioned himself and he was standing before her, holding a wrapped package.
'Happy Birthday, Lils.'
'You remembered!'
I watched as she hugged him and I could suddenly smell it, the scent from him was strong and so sharp it felt like it was cutting me.
I understand now. At least part of it. I think I'm beginning to understand.
Severus Snape loves Lily Evans.
I could see it on his face then as he hugged her back, before he buried it in her neck, holding her tightly. He loved her. I could see it and smell it -- he had always loved her.
I left the library as quickly as I could. I forgot my book, but I have an Astronomy paper to write, so I headed for the tower. At least I can get something done.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
Meek didn't show, but Lils made up for it.
She loved the necklace I got her. It wasn't much, but the little charm will protect her from dark magic. That's what old Bobbles said anyroad.
I wanted to get her a lioness or maybe a unicorn, but those were cast in gold and I couldn't afford them, but the little silver doe was perfect.
She hugged me and when I put it on her, she gave me a kiss. On the cheek, but still.
I've been randy ever since.
Needs must. But I won't think of her. I won't think of her when I do that. She deserves better.
She deserves better than me, even, but at least I would never hurt her or lie to her. I never have.
RJL here.
I couldn't finish my paper. I just stared at the stars and wondered if someone would ever hold me that way. If someone will ever love me.
But I'm a bloody werewolf.
I am the Half-Blood Prince.
I'm also bloody stupid. I forgot to Muffliato.
Reg thought I was with someone and when he saw me alone, he decided to join in.
'Always glad to give a fellow Slytherin a hand,' he said and stuck a finger in.
I couldn't help it. I was so close I came all over myself and the bed.
'I can see I haven't lost my touch.'
'You wanker,' I told him, annoyed, but still catching my breath.
'Pot and kettle, old boy. Now... tit for tat. I have something that could use a bit of lip service.'
He began to unbutton himself.
I just used my wand to clean up and got to it.
It's tit for tat.
Reg might not pay, but he's let me visit.
His father thinks I have potential and even suggested he might be able to get me an apprenticeship after I sit my NEWT's.
It's tit for tat.
on to entry #23