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Title: Bedstead
Author: bonfoi
Rating: PG13 - R
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Harry Potter
Summary: We always wonder what our furniture might say of us…
Challenge: snupin100 ~ Challenge #250: Outsider POV
Word Count: 100 x 2
Genre: Alternate Reality; Marauders’ Era – Post-Hogwarts; Post First Voldemort War
Warnings: Established Relationship
A/N: Alternate Reality arc:
1 ~ Sorted
2 ~ Under Observation
3 ~ Shadows at the Willow
4 ~ What Rita Missed
5 ~ The Auror's Call
6 ~ Angel’s Eyes
7 ~ Reflections
8 ~ Phoenix Memories
9 ~ In the Headmaster’s Office

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Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

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They roll across me, biting and moaning, sweating into my sheets. They toss my pillows to the floor as they press and push and hump from one side to the other, from head to foot and back again.

I rip when the shorter one claws me, his blunt fingers pushing deep into me just like the taller one pushes into him. I feel teeth, sharp and pointy, in one of my pillows—they got it from the floor. Another rip, and something damp and sticky spreads across my padded top, oozing into my seams.

I creak and groan in rhythm.

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The rips are gone now—they added more stuffing to my insides. In the morning, even the dampness has been removed.

When the little body crawls up my sides, tiny hands tickle me. The other two roll and suddenly there’s magic coating my threads and making me stronger, softer, deeper, wider for the three of them to play upon.

I feel my covers plucked up once more and there are three under them now, nestled into the cradle of my cushions.

Feet beat on me, big and small, narrow and heavy and light. They burrow in for an afternoon’s nap.

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