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steezywrites · 1 year

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The Crown Of The Morally Grey

part 5

Another part! sorry this took a few days! I've started writing on my computer instesd of my phone which takes me a bit longer as on my phone i can write constantly throughout the day. I hope you enjoy! Same warnings always for this story!

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King’s Cross as significantly less busy than it had been previous years, something Y/n had realized was becoming a trend wherever she went. Even the muggle population had declined. The Muggle news had become appallingly aware of the up spike in seemingly random murders. The Deatheaters had made it clear they didn’t want to be in the dark anymore and killing Muggles had become a convenient pastime for them. Please the Dark Lord and fulfill their sadistic hobby, a win-win in their views. The few Muggles she did see had enough luggage on them it was safe to assume they were moving out of the city. It wouldn’t help them any. Draco had been keeping his eyes down the entire time, brows slightly furrowed. His tidy black suit and snowy hair were a startling contrast to the bags under his hollow eyes. His mother was much the same besides the fact that her worried eyes stayed on Draco. Not only did Draco’s chances of success affect her only son, but her husband and herself as well. Y/n had wanted to assure her that she’d make sure everything would be alright for the Malfoys, but anytime she spoke, Narcissa gave her the same worried expression. Narcissa had become a motherly figure to Y/n over the years and the feeling was mutual. Y/n had overheard Narcissa referring to the two young Slytherins as “our kids” when speaking to Lucius Malfoy worriedly the previous night. Lucius hadn't seemed nearly as worried, sure his son would see the mission through and that, “The Snape girl is much more competent then her father.”

Severus Snape had been brought into conversation a few times, but Y/n didn’t have much to offer in terms of discussing her father. She’d only seen him a handful of times since The Vow, and only for a few silent minutes each time. He’d been increasingly difficult to read as the time to return to Hogwarts approached. Normally she could gather at least a hunch as to what he was feeling, but lately he’d been a blank state, glancing between Draco and Y/n before starring at nothing out a window and leaving to do whatever was taking up all of this time. Y/n had the gut feeling that nothing in particular was holding his attention besides getting out of the house and ignoring her as much as possible. Even though her hypothesis made her stomach drop, it felt right. Severus had never been the most attentive father; she wasn’t even sure of the last time they had a normal conversation. Her summers were spent at the Malfoys and outside of the classroom, she didn’t speak to him much at school.

Walking between platform 9 and 10 unnoticed was easier than usual, any muggle who could possibly see them was preoccupied with getting their families quickly on their train. As the Malfoys and Y/n got onto 9 3/4th, the brilliant red train took up most of Y/n’s vision. It somehow managed to still look as bright and full of life as it always had even as the rest of the world was smothered in the dread that hung in the air. Y/n turned to Narcissa to give her goodbyes and was pulled into a hug.

“Take care of the both of you.” Narcissa whispered in a broken voice. “I will.” “I know it will probably come down to you, he doesn’t have it in him despite what he and Lucius say. Be careful dear.” Narcissa pulled away and gave a sad smile before turning to give Draco his goodbyes.

As much as Y/n wanted to believe Draco when he said he didn’t need any help, she’d already been preparing herself for killing Albus Dumbledore. Killing someone had to change you, didn’t it? Especially someone like Dumbledore; someone people looked to and found hope through. Unlike most people, Y/n knew Dumbledore wasn’t a textbook good guy. Knowledge and the greater good was far more important to him than individual lives, and Y/n was planning on killing him for the exact opposite reasons. Dumbledore’s death would surely be another push towards Voldemort’s reign, but it would mean Draco didn’t have to die, and selfishly, she was okay with that. She’d wondered what it would mean for her future. Voldemort would probably praise her if he knew she was the one to end the only wizard who could possibly hold him back, she’d be welcomed by his side with open arms, most likely promised whatever she wanted. It was a tempting thought, but it didn’t matter. This was for Draco and his mother.

Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the Hogwarts Express, dragging her down the corridor until familiar faces sat in a compartment appeared. Y/n gave a small smile before sitting across from Pansy Parkinson, a girl who Y/n had never been able to decide how she felt about. Pansy had made her interest in Draco well known since first year. She followed him around like a puppy, even managed to have a fling with him a few times, but Y/n never found herself annoyed with Pansy for it. Part of her liked the girl and knew she’d do just about anything Draco asked of her. Pansy had proven herself useful to Draco, and helped take carer of him when it was called for. In third year when Draco had been scratched by a Hippogriff and was being far too dramatic about for Y/n to deal with, Pansy was there- fueling his massive ego- but there to comfort him, nonetheless. She’d also gone to the kitchens to get him soup when he was sick and studying with him for classes Y/n didn’t take. Last year, Pansy had seemed fully invested in whatever Y/n and Draco’s relationship was, staying up late to hear whatever juicy information Y/n had to tell about their interactions. Y/n had expected Parkinson to be jealous, but she’d happily become some kind of Wingman and was just happy to hear Draco seemed happy. Pansy genuinely cared for Draco, and Y/n had an appreciation for it, despite not being the fondest of the fact that whenever Draco was around Pansy he begged for an ego boost even more than usual.

Draco looked angrier than usual as they sat. The worried, distanced look he had earlier in the day now replaced with a kind if anger and determination Y/n hadn’t seen all summer. Perhaps whatever his mother had said to him was driving it, or the fact that they were on their way to Hogwarts really made what they had to do kick him in a different direction. It was almost calming to Y/n, he was exuding what she felt, and depressed, worried Draco wasn’t nearly as fun to be around.

”Hogwarts…what a said excuse for a school. I’d throw myself off the astronomy tower if it meant I had to continue for another two years.” Draco glared, but Y/n saw him nervously playing with his fingers under the table.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy asked in a whispered tone, slightly leaning forward.

“Let’s just say I don’t think you won’t see me wasting my time in Charms class next year.” Draco had hate in his voice. Blaise smiled and scoffed softly; Y/n narrowed her eyes at him.

“You amused, Blaise?” She asked him, cocking her head to the side and giving him a warning smile.

“We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.” She continued, grabbing Draco’s hand and offering him a smirk. Draco nodded before glancing upwards and nudging her.

Y/n saw it, the smallest movement of the bag on the rack above them. It was too subtle to be a spell anyone had conjured and was clearly not meant to be noticed. Most of the rest of the ride was used to discuss upcoming classes and plan Hogsmeade trips. Y/n didn’t interact with the other Slytherin’s as much as she usually did, instead watching Draco who only offered the occasional complaint or insult towards the Professors, glancing up at the bag rack every now and then. It was rather difficult for Y/n to hide the anger or amusement she felt towards whoever was trying to eavesdrop on them. Draco had seemed to know who it was, and that brought her some kind of peace. Draco knew, and he would know how to handle it most likely, besides, if he didn’t, Y/n would figure it out. When the train stopped, Pansy and Blaise waited for their companions to follow as they got up, but Draco sat quietly, and Y/n gave them a small smile.

“You two go on, I want a moment with Draco.” She gave a small wink to Pansy who gave a small smile back that begged to be filled in later on that night before she and Blaise left. Draco stood once all the other students had gotten off and shut the door to the car train and bewitched the blinds to all close. Y/n sat and watched, intrigued.

“Didn’t mommy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop Potter?” Draco sneered before aiming his wand at the above rack. “Petrificus Totalus!”

A loud thub was heard as a mass fell off the rack and onto the floor besides Y/n, she stood and stepped over the eavesdropper. Of course, it had been Harry Potter. No one else was obsessed with Draco and Y/n enough to do such a thing. Him seeing them go into Borgin and Burkes would only make him more annoying this year. Draco ripped a piece of fabric off of Potter, his famous invisibility cloak surely. Potter was frozen, incapable of moving due to the spell Draco had casted. Y/n kneeled down to Potter and smiled.

“Oh yeah, she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.” Y/n ignored Draco’s comment, her own mother also dying when she was a toddler. Y/n looked down at Potter, a smirk on her lips.

“How’d that go for you? Another plan of Potter’s backfired.” She teased before walking over him again to stand next to Draco. She gave Harry another glance, before slamming her foot onto his nose, grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him out of the train.

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 45

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: References to Light Choking.]

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Shoes scattered at the doorway of your bedroom (with the laces of his Oxfords tangling with the laces of your sneakers), socks peppering the trail from the door to the bed, clothes tossed haphazardly so that Remus’ jacket ended up on a heap on the floor and your light jumper caught on the bedpost – these little signs, these little consequences of loving each other perhaps showed that despite everything, your souls had not changed after all.

You and Remus barely made it to the bed – in fact, you only ended up on the bed because Remus was kissing you so fervently that he accidentally pushed you up against the bed and you vaguely fell back until you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed. Remus remained standing, but he leaned down and cupped your face in his hands as he continued to kiss you. His soft lips grasped at yours in a way that made your heart race.

Wanting more, you ran your hands up his arms and then, grasping his shoulders, you got up onto your knees. Kissing him back, you parted his lips a bit more before playfully running your tongue along his lower lip. Remus responded instantly, catching your lips in a real, deep kiss. You moaned softly. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, drawing you to him. Feeling his warmth radiate against your own skin, you felt indescribably loved, happy, and safe. Remus, your mind whispered, over and over again. Remus, Remus, Remus… Your hands slid up from his shoulders into his hair and you hugged Remus as you clutched onto his soft locks.

“You smell so wonderful,” you murmured. “And you taste…” You paused and pressed your mouth to his again, before you whispered devoutly, “…amazing…”

“You’re being silly,” Remus whispered back. “I think those car fumes got to your head.”

You smiled. “It wasn’t that, Rem.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.” You kissed him again, and then you confessed, “Though the sight of you trying to fix the car did make me fall in love with you all over again.”

“Me looking foolish, you mean?”

“Yes,” you agreed, “looking all lost and hopeless. You didn’t know what you were doing, did you?”

“Not a clue.”

You laughed. “I knew it. And that’s why I love you.”

“That’s why?”

“Oh, yes,” you said easily.

“Strange,” Remus murmured.

You grinned, and then you kissed Remus again, ever so lovingly. Several minutes passed by, with the two of you indiscernibly pressed together, before you parted briefly to draw breath. Even then, Remus did not loosen his hold on you, and you simply rested your forehead against his cheek. You whispered, “I really missed you.”

Hearing the genuine feeling in your voice, Remus reached up and caught your chin in his hand. He gently pushed your face up and he looked into your eyes. As always, the shades of hazel in Remus’ eyes were difficult to read, shimmering and clouding all at once, and conveying how complicated his soul always was.

You gazed back at him. “Well… won’t you say it back?”

Staring at your bright eyes, and recognizing that spunk that you had always had and that he had always entirely adored, Remus nodded seriously.

“Good,” you whispered softly.

Remus reached out and played gently with a strand of your hair, which had wandered over to your cheek. You smiled at him, and your smile was so kind and patient – weary even. Remus recognized within you something that you had not had before, when you were a student at Hogwarts, but had earned through your years since then – a tired, but resolute grace.

As a girl, it was that sense of adventure, the thrill of the chase, and the endless curiosity of what might be outside of the small, known world that gave you your boundless energy. At that time, this energy had been singular and entirely unaffected. It had been an amazing thing to behold. Back then, Remus had always marveled at how your cute little frame had been able to hold in your boundless energy.

But now, you were a woman, someone who could remain grounded in herself. You were no less spirited and no less adventurous – that sparkle in your eye told Remus all too clearly that you would forever be a little spirit masquerading as a human. However, instead of searching for an elusive adventure, you’d braved one already, and you now knew the value of a home.

You’d always had this aspect of patience to you, of course. Remus had felt it whenever you bit back your questions when you saw his scars, but it had felt strained then. Now, you felt more certain in yourself and everything that you felt for Remus radiated all the more strongly for that.

Remus gently ran his fingers across your face, tracing your cheeks and lips before running his finger up to brush your hair out of your eyes. You closed your eyes, to focus on feeling his touch. You admitted, in a quiet voice, “You touch me so well.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes… So, don’t stop.”

Remus slowly slipped his thumb over your lower lip and pushed your mouth open, just a little. You breathed out softly – and Remus paused. Then, he kissed you fiercely.

“Mmpfh!” You were surprised by how greedily he kissed you, but as soon as his lips met yours, you responded in equal fervor. You were still on your knees, and your knees nearly slipped off of the bed.

Remus started and he fell forward. You both toppled over onto the bed. Remus managed to get his hands out in time to stop himself from landing on you. “Sorry! Are you all right?”

You laughed in delight from under him. “What was that, Rem? You kissed me so fervently! You did miss me, didn’t you?”

Remus let out a breath of relief. So bright, especially when you feel safe. I want to protect you, to preserve this space, where you can be yourself and be happy, just like this.

“Something wrong?” you asked, noticing that he was rather lost in thought.

Awakening at the sound of your voice, Remus suddenly trapped you in his arms and he kissed you once more, stealing your breath away in a mere second. “No,” he said, between kisses. “Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all.” He kissed you quite passionately, slowly nudging your head back kiss by kiss – and then the kiss softened and your lips slotted perfectly against each other… And Remus kept kissing you and kissing you -

“Mmm,” you breathed out. “Ah…” You pressed your hands against his handsome face and whispered, “L-Let me catch my breath, love…”

“I don’t wanna let you catch your breath,” Remus whispered. “I’ve forgotten how cute you are when you pant.” Still, Remus acquiesced and broke the kiss, although he kept his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “I missed you too, Lovely. I missed you more than you could ever know.”

You closed your eyes, and you let yourself fall into this wonderful, if not slightly melancholy, feeling of having your heart so incredibly full.

* * * * * * * * * *

There was a wonderful anticipation, all tangled up with an even more wonderful familiarity, as you and Remus rediscovered each other.

You recalled that you loved to pepper Remus’ stomach and hips with kisses, but at the same time, you found that you had forgotten some lovely details – like how he squirmed slightly when you kissed his cock through his briefs, how he trembled when you pulled his briefs down and then let your warm breath pass over his cock, how he blushed softly when you took a moment to kiss his hips all over, how he let out a soft, hurried pant when you finally parted your lips and took him into your mouth, how he grasped your hair increasingly tighter as you started to move your head back and forth, and how he let out that low moan that seemed to reverberate through his scar-covered chest when you let his cock push into your throat.

“Does it – Does it feel good?” you huffed out. “I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”

“You feel perfect,” Remus groaned, and that low grumble in his voice told you that he was telling the truth.

You closed your eyes and worked even harder, wanting nothing more than to please Remus. In your mind, you had a secret wish. I wish he’d love my mouth as much as I love his hands…

All the while, you were on your knees on the bed and you held onto his hips as you tasted his cock on your tongue, over and over again.

“Lovely,” Remus choked out hoarsely, followed by a tight “nngh” as you bobbed your head up and down once again.

“Mm, getting so hard, Rem,” you whispered.

“Y-Yes,” Remus stammered.

At one point, Remus came close to cumming – and you suddenly felt his hand slip around your neck. Your eyes widened, and your heart let out a happy little jolt, but Remus, coming to his senses, had already taken his hand away.

Instead, he started to squirm away from you. But you reached up, grabbed his tie (for he was still wearing his button-up and tie) and you pulled him right back to your needy little mouth. I do like this tie, you affirmed in your head, as you held it tightly in your hand. I like it very much.

“L-Lovely,” Remus stuttered out. “Ah – hah – ah…!”

You moaned hotly, with Remus’ cock still filling up your mouth. You loved hearing Remus’ moans and you adored the way his hips were shivering. More, Remus, more, you pleaded in your head, and you worked yourself that much harder to make him moan harder.

Remus groaned heavily. For a moment, he leaned over you, and his hand slammed into the bedpost. He grabbed it tightly as he tried to remain upright.

“Mmpfh!” A light sound of air escaping you sounded out as Remus’ cock suddenly filled your mouth.

It was quite sweet though, that even though Remus was about to lose control entirely, he was still gently holding your hair back for you with his other hand. True, his grip on your hair was quite tight, but still, it showed his true gentlemanly colors that he didn’t suddenly yank at your hair – thought I wouldn’t mind that either, you found yourself thinking.

Finally, Remus panted out hoarsely, “T-That’s quite enough, sweetheart. Unless you want it to end here – ah…”

Putting your warm hands on his abs, you kissed your way up his thigh and stomach. Resting your chin on his stomach, you looked up at him. “Whatever you want. I’d honestly love for you to cum in my mouth. I must admit, I want to taste you. Mm…Yes. But I also want to feel you inside me. I’m all wet, and I want you, Remus.” You lifted your head slightly and began to kiss your way back down his stomach, as you murmured, “Your call, love.”

“Christ,” Remus muttered, feeling your soft kisses fluttering all over his stomach, “you’re so – you’re so…”

“What?” you whispered. You suddenly slid your hands up to his shoulders and then arched your back, stretching to kiss his chest –

“Christ,” Remus repeated. He felt spellbound by you. Warring desires rose up inside of him – he wanted to simply watch you and take you in, but he also wanted to take you… His hands flexed for a moment, as he imagined grasping your hips, your neck, your hair.

Before you could repeat your question and bring the conversation back full circle, Remus had gently pushed you onto your side. He pushed up your thighs a little, so that he could see your pussy peeking out from between your legs.

“Hm…?” A soft sound of surprise left you, as you went very quickly from giving to finding yourself in a position very much meant to receive.

“I think you too regard me too highly,” Remus said, his voice rather raspy. “I’m not very patient when I’m with you, I’m afraid. I can’t take my time with you, after all.”

You felt Remus’ warm hand cover your hip. Then, his fingers tightened and Remus pulled you gently but quite firmly towards him. At the same time, Remus shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, until his cock was pressing gently against your pussy.

You held your breath in anticipation. Remus’ eyes flickered up to yours. “Do you want this, Lovely?”

You nodded fervently.

“You do?”

“Yes…”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.” You breathed out heavily, as you added, “Please.”

Remus’ cock throbbed when he heard you say “please” so sweetly, but he merely nodded and then – he slowly began to push the tip of his cock between your warm pussy folds.

You tensed at once. “Ah…”

“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” Remus whispered tightly. She’s all wet, but she’s even tighter than I thought she would be. I’m going to have to push a bit.

“Lovely, tell me - ” Remus began again, but his breath gave out as he pushed in a little more – you cried out achingly and you suddenly pressed your face into the sheets. Your mind was already spinning in a soft whirl. How is he spreading me out so much already? I wonder if it’s because I’m lying on my side and my legs are together. But I – ah, ah, ah! Remus pushed in a little more, and your fists tightened on the sheets… but it was no good, and you still shuddered quite obviously, a ripple running down your frame. Remus watched you, your lovely side silhouette all shivering as you were laid out on the bed, lying as still as you could, like a good girl, as you took in his cock, inch by inch.

“Darling, you’re so tight,” Remus breathed out. “Are you – Are you all right?” He didn’t realize it, but his nails were digging into the soft skin of your hip as he tried to control himself.

Your only reply was a soft, muffled whimper.

“Uh, fuck… Are you sure you’re all right?” Remus checked in on you.

You nodded. A small part of your mind took in the fact that Remus had cursed, and cursed so softly and gently that it made you want to smile. But in truth, most of your mind was struggling to cognize anything, as the soft burn you were feeling between your legs was making your heart go awry…

Remus frowned slightly. Pulling out of you, he put his other hand down on the bed and he leaned over you slowly. Then, he gently pressed a kiss against your shoulder.

“Lovely,” he called softly, for you had resolutely hidden your face away into the sheets.

“I’m – I’m fine,” you replied, though you were clearly panting into the sheets.

“Look at me. Please, I want to see your face.”

You shook your head softly.

Remus opened his mouth and bit your shoulder – not hard, but hard enough that it made you lift your head and look at him.

“Ow,” you mouthed softly.

Remus let out a soft chuckle. “There you are. Stubborn as ever, hm?”

You blushed. That was when Remus noticed how utterly flushed your entire face was, how your eyes were gleaming, yet dazed already, how the front of your hair was a right mess, and how hard you were breathing already.

Taken aback, Remus’ mouth fell open. “I didn’t hurt you somehow, did I?” His anxiety began to build up. “If it doesn’t feel good, you have to tell me. You know I’m not very – uh – experienced at this and – well, if I’m not making you feel good - ”

“No, no,” you said quickly. “You didn’t hurt me at all. And it does feel good. It feels so good, Remus. It’s just that… As you were entering me, I - ” You swallowed softly.

“What?”

You hesitated, not wanting to sound silly. But Remus was looking at you with such gentle, almost scared eyes, that you felt you had to tell him the truth. So, you confessed, “I suddenly felt this rush inside of me, and I just – just desperately want you as deep inside of me as possible. I want so badly to feel that I was yours, and I want you to, you know, to give me that soft burn inside of me and – and all that.”

Remus watched as you nervously balled up his tie around your fist as you spoke.

“Such an intense feeling… I feel like a teenager all over again. It feels like a first love,” you murmured. “And so, I got – um – Well, I got all tight…”

“So that’s the reason, hm?” Remus realized. He grazed his lips softly against your shoulder. “It’s because you got all soft for me, isn’t it?”

When he puts it that way – With a sigh, you admitted, “I know how stupid it sounds. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I’d rather we just – we just keep going and – and – Remus?” You blinked in surprise as Remus suddenly stood back up. Then, he grasped your waist decisively and, with a deep grunt, he thrust his hips forward.

“Ah!” You gasped loudly as he finally took you, jolting his hips forward to push his cock deep into your pussy.

Remus moaned. Heaven. Feels so good to be inside her… He thrust again, fulfilling your desire to feel that soft burn inside of you. A first love… Does it feel that way? I suppose it does. But for me, it’s more of a continuation, as she’s been my only love. I’m forever in that state of first love with her. Yes, yes, yes…

“Hah, ah, hah…!” You gripped tightly at the sheets and panted out extremely fast as you felt Remus’ cock push deep inside of you, opening your tight walls up. At the same time, Remus felt your pussy clench on his cock. You let out a quiet, but tight whine and you shifted your thighs, so that they were rubbing softly against each other. As you did, you put your hands down on the bed and you slowly pushed yourself closer to the edge of the bed and closer to Remus. Then, gripping the sheets again, you swallowed hard and then you looked up – right at Remus – and your eyes clearly spelled out that you wanted – “More,” you whispered softly.

Remus was gone. Every wisp of coherent, rational thought dried up within the confines of his mind, and something else, something much more ancient and primal in the human soul than thought, took over.

Remus’ hands slid down your beautiful shape once – exactly once – and then, both of his hands found the curve of your waist. He grasped you tightly and all but pinned you to the bed – and then he thrust.

Some unholy moan rang out from you, and you shivered all over the bed, but Remus’ strong grasp kept you pinned to the bed and Remus was already steadily working up to an intense rhythm. It wasn’t so much that he was taking you quickly, so much as his thrusts were strong and deep and he simply wouldn’t let up one bit no matter how strangled your moans got or how terribly you shivered or how tightly your pussy clenched on his cock.

“Remus! Ah!” you gasped out, shocked by how intensely he was taking you and how damn good he was making you feel. It was in this moment that you had to recognize that somewhere between that shy, timid boy and that furious, beastly werewolf – there was a man, a man who knew, beyond every doubt, that he loved you.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn!” Your cries were fast turning into wails. Because it was all too much. To think that everything had come full circle - to remember those first kisses by the library window, that soft and secret touching session in your bed under the Ravenclaw tapestry, and that strange, but truly wonderful session in that broom cupboard when you and Remus first decided to give your relationship a try, and those sweet, young moments of being together right after graduation, to that night where the two of you had first made love and so many unspoken truths burst into sharp reality – only to be able to give yourselves over to each other now without holding back, it was honestly overwhelming and the intense heat flaring up all along your body was elevated elevated a hundredfold by the memories flooding through your heart.

It occurred to you that you were stuttering something out – some strange, gemlike thing came tumbling out of your lips – and it was as if both you and Remus heard it at the same time: “I – I… you…”

It was likely the only thing that could have made Remus pause, but pause he did. And when he slowed down, his body suddenly caught up to him and Remus himself was abruptly aware of how much his abs were burning and how tight his chest was. Letting out a hard breath, he reached up and pushed his hair out of his eyes and wiped away the sweat appearing on his forehead. But then, he reached down and grasped your face in his hand rather tightly. He murmured quietly, “What did you just say?”

You blinked furiously. Sweat was dripping down your forehead too. Remus tenderly wiped it away with his sleeve. And when you reached down and used his tie to wipe away a spot he had missed, Remus smiled at you. “What did you say, Lovely? I want to know…” As Remus asked his question again, he ran his hands all up and down your body, partly because he remembered you saying that you rather liked his hands and partly because he couldn’t help himself. You were still wearing your shirt and your bra, and Remus now took the opportunity to slowly strip off of your shirt and your bra.

You shivered a little as the cold air washed over your skin. But it also seemed to wake you up a little, as you managed to reply, with a soft smile, “Just… I love you.”

Remus’ eyes flooded with warmth. “Is that so?” he whispered, leaning down to nuzzle your nose.

You closed your eyes and smiled as you scrunched your nose. “Yes…”

Remus grasped your waist and pushed you up the bed a little, so that he could join you on the bed.

“But you knew that already,” you murmured.

Remus grasped both of your hands in his and, squeezing your hands tightly, he pushed your hands gently down onto the bed. Using his thigh, he quickly pushed open your thighs, simultaneously shifting you over onto your bed. “But I don’t mind hearing you say it.”

You blinked as you suddenly found your boyfriend standing between your legs, with his sturdy hips pushing open your soft little thighs. “Oh…” you whispered. Your heart thumped quite hard in your chest.

Remus came onto the bed and, hovering over you, he looked down at you. His hazel eyes were flooded with an enchanting softness as murmured, “You know, don’t you? That I love you, too.” He paused, and for a moment, he seemed worried, as he insisted, “You must know.”

Your eyes became misty, and your heart swelled with love as you whispered back, “Yes.”

Remus nodded. Then, he bent his head down until his forehead met yours. He squeezed your hands tightly in his again, and then – “ah!” you cried out, as Remus pushed himself back inside of you.

As Remus kept making love to you, and as your mind became hazier and hazier and your toes began to curl, your hands slipped down Remus’ sides. You instinctively clutched onto his shirt to stop yourself – but Remus thrust just then – and with a soft, raspy cry, you accidentally yanked Remus’ shirt with both of your hands. A button flew off and bounced onto the sheets.

“A-Ah, s-sorry!” you stuttered out.

“Never mind,” Remus grunted, and he kept going. You felt so good to him, with your soft, velvety walls opening up for him and squeezing so tightly at his cock, plunging in and out of your now wet little hole.

At one point, you lifted your head and kissed and bit Remus all down his neck and shoulders. Then, as Remus took you harder and harder, he reached up and grabbed the headboard with one hand, and you found yourself staring blearily at his chest. You made to bite his chest, too, but the tie got in the way. He also still had his shirt on. Don’t know how that never came off, you thought hazily. I’ve been negligent.

“W-Wait – ah – R-Remus,” you moaned.

“What is it?” Remus growled, with a low groan following his question. He was fucking your pussy so well, and he was starting to get close to that point of losing all conscious control. But when he opened his eyes and stared down at your flushed face, his brow furrowed. “Am I being too rough?”

“No. It’s only that… I want to feel – feel your warmth. I want these - ” you gave two quick tugs at his tie and shirt “ – off.” And you finished with a nice, “Please.”

Rather sheepishly, Remus mumbled, “Ah. Right. I forgot I was still wearing these.” He reached up and made to unbutton his shirt. You quickly reached up and helped him – undoing his tie and helping him with half the buttons.

You both were panting quite heavily and your fingers slipped and scattered all over the place as you both impatiently cast aside his tie and his shirt.

But once they were off, you eagerly pulled Remus back on top of you and then you hugged him so that he fell onto you – and while Remus voiced his concern that he was crushing you, you let out a happy sigh and hugged him tighter, sinking into his warmth and taking in his wonderful scent.

Meanwhile, Remus was going, “Lovely? Lovely, I’m crushing you, aren’t I? Can you breathe?”

“Mhm,” was all you said, for you were too occupied with nuzzling his shoulder with your cheek, while appreciating the way he was making you feel so safe and so warm. All I need, you thought, is that burn inside of me again…

Remus’ brow furrowed, however, as he wasn’t sure which question you were saying “mhm” too. He hastily pushed himself up.

When you let out a soft noise of protest, he looked at you confusedly.

“Where are you going?” you breathed out. “Don’t you want to continue?”

“I… I thought I was…” Remus began.

However, it didn’t matter, as you already pulled him back down on top of you. Wrapping your arms around him, you buried your face against his neck and sighed out happily.

“Aren’t I too heavy?” Remus whispered to you, still worried. “I feel like I’m crushing you.”

At this, you mumbled, a bit mindlessly, “Well, maybe I like being crushed. You ever think of that, Remus Lupin?”

Oh. To his complete surprise, Remus felt his chest constrict and the muscle in his jaw jumped as he suddenly clenched his jaw. I could give that to her.

But then, startled at himself, Remus shook his head and bleated out, “Uh, I don’t – I don’t think you know what you’re saying.”

At this, you did in fact pause. “Oh. What did I say? Did I say something silly?”

Remus stared down at you. Oh, she wasn’t serious.

You blinked up at him and let out a soft sigh. “Can’t we talk a little later? I… I would rather…” You closed your eyes and rolled your hips gently against him. “I want to make love with you, and get lost in that.” You moaned out, “Mm, can’t we, Rem? Can’t we – ah - do that?”

Remus blinked. Well, yes. Yes, certainly, a low voice in his head whispered. But all he managed to stutter out was, “Er… I s’pse so.”

You ran your hands all over his chest. You whispered, in a raspy voice, “Well, give it to me, then.”

Remus felt his cock throb at your words. Slowly, without realizing it, he was beginning to loosen up. In truth, he had, in his own unconscious, been struggling with his anxieties, most of them generated by his overthinking. It’s my first time being together with Lovely again. What if I do something wrong? What if I make her uncomfortable? What if I can’t make her feel good?

But the way you were asking him, in such straightforward words, to simply be with you and to take you, helped Remus to shut away the part of his mind that was always causing him to worry. Feeling more confident, Remus pushed his cock back inside of you. You both let out low moans of pure pleasure at how good it felt. Your thighs twitched as you felt his cock pushing deeper into you.

Remus’ arms came in slightly, keeping you right below him, and you held onto him in a hug, as he began to take you harder and harder.

Yeah, feels – uhn – so good, Remus thought. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he rolled his hips against you. Your legs were slowly but surely being pushed open more and more as Remus began to take you more aggressively.

Ah… you moaned, both in your head and aloud. Gods, I’ve forgotten how good it feels to be with him like this. Mm, Remus. You wondered vaguely if he could feel how hard your heart was beating for him. Wanting Remus to realize how in love with him you felt, you grasped onto his arms and then, lifting your head a little, you peppered kisses all up and down the insides of his arms.

Remus groaned, and his reply was to thrust into you harder. You moaned and fell back against the bed, only you turned your head and pressed your mouth against Remus’ wrist. You were now panting rather audibly, for Remus was doing his utmost to thrust you into you hard and fast, for that unbearable tightness was beginning to coil in both of your stomachs, and Remus was not only chasing his pleasure rather intently, but he could very much feel how tight and wet you’d gotten, and it felt so fucking good for Remus to sink his cock into your little pussy over and over again, that he was truly beginning to get lost – not just in that soft, romantic way, but also in that rather carnal and lustful realm of pure sex and pure pleasure.

Remus dropped his head and began to huff into the blankets just above your head, and his hips dropped slightly, too, meaning that his cock delved deeper into your pussy as he pounded into you.

“Ah!” you cried out, and the cry tore out of your throat. That cry joled Remus slightly back to reality.

“Lovely, am I – uhn – am I taking you too hard?” Remus whispered, checking in with you.

You shook your head furiously. “No, it f-feels so g-good. Ah…! Harder! Please, harder!” you begged.

“Mm,” Remus growled lowly, and he leaned into you to raise his hips a bit more. You breathed out as you felt your legs lift slightly in the air, and then Remus, knowing that he had your consent, began to properly pound into you, to properly fill your tight cunt with his cock, over and over and over again.

It was all too soon that your mind began to whirl, and stars began to flood your already hazy vision. Your breaths came out in sharp exhales, bursting out of you. Your tummy rippled as you trembled under Remus, with his thighs pushing up against yours consistently, and his cock delving deep into your tight hole repeatedly.

“Uhn!” you moaned desperately, with your voice wrenching into a tight cry. You were shifting atop the bed too, rocking your hips back and forth as much as you could, taking in as much of Remus as you could, and wanting that sweet, sweet release –

Ugh, s-shit, Lovely, if you m-move like that, I’m going to – I’m going to – Remus grabbed you roughly and kissed you – he fell on top of you – you let out a muffled cry – and then, Remus thrust into you as hard as he could –

“NNGH!” You let out a hard, labored cry –

Remus barely ripped away from you in time. Remus, leaning over the bed on his hands and knees, though with one hand on his cock, came all over the bed. He was bent over and he let out a low moan, almost a whine, as he pumped his cock with his hand – and his cum spurted all over the sheets.

You wanted to go to him, perhaps sink onto your knees and kiss his stomach all over as he came, but you were so entirely spent that all you could do was pant your heart out and watch Remus through an intense, misty, pink haze…

Finally, when Remus had managed to calm himself down, he came back to you, sliding towards you on the bed. You were still lying with your head on the headboard, but lying out on the bed otherwise, and with your hands resting on your tummy.

Remus came over to you. He approached you slowly and he gave you the gentlest kiss on your shoulder as he whispered, “How are you?”

You were still exhausted, but you smiled softly and replied, in a somewhat raspy voice, “Splendid.”

Remus paused. In a tone that managed to be both shy and teasing, he lisped quietly, “That’s quite the adjective.”

“Mm…” you agreed.

Remus reached up and made to push his sweaty hair out of the way, but that stubborn little lock of hair on his forehead flopped right back out.

“Pft…”

“Are you laughing at me?” Remus said, lifting an eyebrow at you.

You shook your head. “No, sir.”

“Are you sure?” As Remus spoke, he looped his arm around you and pulled you to him.

“Mhm,” you replied.

“You absolutely sure?” Remus whispered, biting lightly at your ear. At the same time, his hand grazed over your thigh and – you breathed out – as he gently pressed his fingers over your pussy.

“I – ah – Yes, I-I’m sure,” you stuttered out. You were still so warm between your legs, and you were feeling rather tender, too. And yet… You swallowed hard as you felt your pussy clench softly at the thought of having Remus again.

Remus hesitated. Was it just my imagination or did Lovely just twitch her hips? He pushed himself up on one arm, so that he could glimpse your face.

You were still looking rather flushed, and you were gazing downwards in somewhat of a daze. But then, when Remus pressed his fingers lightly against you once more, sure enough, he noticed the way you wiggled your hips immediately. Speaking very softly, so as not to break the haze you were in, he asked you, “Lovely, do you want my fingers inside of you?”

You paused. Then, you nodded.

“You do?”

“Yes…”

Remus smiled, and he gently pushed his fingers back inside of you.

“O-Oh…”

The instant Remus pushed his fingers inside of you, your pussy wrapped around his fingers tightly. Remus hissed softly, and his cock throbbed. Even tighter, and all hot around my fingers… Gods…

You had closed your eyes when you felt Remus enter you again, but you blinked your eyes open and looked around when you felt Remus suddenly disappear. “Remus?”

“One second.” Remus positioned himself between your legs. You pause when you felt his hands easily split your thighs open. You stared down in surprise as Remus then laid down and lowered his head to lap at your pussy. At the same time, he pushed his fingers back inside of you.

“Oh…!” You reached around blindly for a pillow and then put it over your head.

Remus chuckled lightly at the sight, but the next second, as he pushed his fingers deep inside of your hot little cunt, and then sucked hard at your pussy, the pillow fell off of your face and he saw how you were panting all over again. She’s so cute…

“Ah, Remus…” you moaned liltingly.

“Mm, yes, getting all wet again, darling?” Remus whispered, and he pressed his mouth to your clit and tongued you. “Mm…”

“Ah!”

“So sweet,” Remus groaned, and he slid forward slightly to taste more of you. At the same time, his fingers were pumping steadily in and out of you.

You stared up dizzily at the ceiling – and all you saw was a pink haze and a string of fuzzy golden lights… In your mind, you were chanting in a soft, needy whisper, Remus… Remus… Oh, Remus…!

Remus gently lifted your leg and draped it over his shoulder. Then, he reached down and slid his hands under your ass and lifted your hips slightly, and then he buried his head between your legs.

“Ah!” You gasped and arched your back at once. The pink haze disappeared, replaced by a strong, thrumming golden light that threatened to swallow you whole at once.

“Mmphf, mm, mm, mmm…” Remus moaned heavily as he ate you, lavishing your pussy all over with his tongue before sucking hard at your wet little pussy.

“A-Ah, ah, ah!” Your tummy rippled and buckled as you felt that intense pleasure coiling up in your tummy. Before you knew it, you had wrapped both of your legs around Remus’ shoulder, but then – you suddenly ripped yourself away, rolling over onto the side. You managed to grab the pillow and bury your face in it as you landed face-down, on your stomach.

Remus frowned and lifted his head. “Lovely? What’s wrong?”

You panted hard into your pillow for a moment. Nngh, gotta get myself together… I – Ah… But I’m throbbing so much in my pussy…

“Are you all right?” Remus said worriedly, following you.

You lifted your head and looked over your shoulder at him.

Remus froze.

Then, you said, “Again.”

“A-Again?”

You blinked at him. “Do you not want to?” You glanced down. “It looks like you do.”

At this, Remus blushed slightly. But as he leaned over you, with his chin grazing your shoulder, he whispered, “Are you teasing me? Knowing I want to just as much as you, if not more, but wanting to hear me admit to it? Hm?”

You smiled as you gently lifted your hips and pressed your ass up against his cock. Moving your hips up and down a little, you murmured, “Maybe… I like when you get a little vocal.”

“Do you? I think it’s rather embarrassing.” Remus tenderly pushed aside your hair and kissed your shoulder.

“No, no,” you told him earnestly. “It’s quite – well, to tell you the truth, it’s very nice to listen to. It does things to me, if you catch my drift.”

Remus blushed. “If you don’t ever hear me moan again, it’s because of how self-conscious you’ve made me just now.”

“No, really,” you insisted. “You have this little puppy moan, but this deep growl and it – well, as I said, it does things to me, like make me go all tight and – mm!”

Remus reached over and put his hand over your mouth to shush your nonsense. At the same time, with his other hand, he grasped your hip and pushed you down firmly on the bed. “Shush, sweetheart,” he murmured, “that’s quite enough out of you.” With that, he pushed his cock back into your tender, wanting pussy.

“Mmm!”

“Uhn, f-fuck, sweetheart,” Remus groaned. So fucking warm inside of her, and she’s gripping already. Merlin, this isn’t going to take long.

You instinctively started to arch your back, but at that moment, Remus thrust into you – your thighs trembled, and you felt yourself collapse right back onto the bed. You let out a warbled, muffled cry as you hid your face into the pillow again. Ah, so deep, and I’m all – my pussy’s already so… nngh… You shut your eyes tightly and moaned quietly, but intensely as you felt Remus’ cock fill you right back up again.

Remus stared down for a moment at your shivering shoulders. His eyes traced the line of your beautiful, strong back. There was something about this position that Remus had always liked. He loved being able to glance down and see your sweet, soft little body taking up space in his bed, and the way you grasped at the pillow and buried your face in it to let out muffled moves was very cute, even if it did slightly annoy him that you were grasping onto the pillow instead of him. Besides, when Remus inevitably collapsed on top of you, he could keep you under him and form a sort-of protective barrier around you. He could cover you all over with kisses and you had to lie there and blush as you received his love, his love that he so wanted to give you, even if he wasn’t fully confident in his right to show you the depth of his desire for you. But for that moment, in the rush of the afterglow, he could finally show you, at least a little, how much he adored you…

Still, that moment was quite a ways away, for Remus was only beginning to take you again – going slow, though quite deep, as you were already quite wet, from your last session. He kept one hand pressed against the mattress, to hold himself up. But with his other hand, he reached down and slowly, slowly, slowly ran his hand up from your waist, up your back, all the way to your neck. He brushed your hair aside and then he gently wrapped his hand around the back of your neck.

Your heart leapt when you felt Remus’ hand close in around your neck. Oh my, you thought. You felt tempted to turn around and look at Remus, but you didn’t want him to take his hand away, so you obediently kept your head bowed down and waited eagerly in anticipation for Remus to take you – And take you, he did.

“Ah!” You gasped loudly, as Remus jerked his hips forward. His cock slammed back into you, until he bottomed out in you. Your knees bent as your feet kicked in the air. You grabbed the pillow for all you were worth and buried your face against it, moaning desperately.

Remus groaned equally desperately, and when he felt your cunt clench tightly around his cock, his hand tightened on the back of your neck too.

Breathing out harshly, Remus began to rut into you, relieved that your pussy was so wet, because it meant that he could take you rather roughly and it would be pleasurable to you, too. He felt your warm, tight, velvety walls being pushed open to take his cock as he pushed into you, and when he pulled out, your pussy would grip at him a little, as if you didn’t want him to pull out, as if you liked nothing better than to have his thick cock buried deep inside of your pussy.

You had the perfect pussy to fuck, Remus thought, because you were all warm and soft but right towards the end, deep in your pussy, you got very, very tight – and that tight spot of yours, that was what Remus chased, that was where he wanted to push into, because you felt so incredibly perfect all wrapped around his cock. And though you had never said anything aloud, Remus sensed that that was your sweet spot, and that when he was able to fuck his cock into you that deep over and over again, you seemed to lose your pretty little mind until you were sobbing and cumming all over him, which was exactly what Remus wanted.

Soon, you were huffing and puffing into the pillow and you needed more air. You shakily put your elbows onto the mattress and tried to lift your head.

Remus’ breath caught when he saw how stunning your shape was when you arched your back like that. What was more, with your head still slightly bowed down, your hair had fallen forward, and Remus could see exactly how easily and comfortably his hand was slotted against the back of your neck.

Remus squeezed – you moaned at once - and your head fell back a little, and you arched your back even more. At the same time, your hands shot out and slammed onto the headboard in front of you. Your breasts, in all their softness, were bouncing lightly in time to Remus’ fucking you, and your nipples were so pert and erect as you arched your back… Remus moaned hotly. Without realizing it, his fingers tangled messily with your hair and, fisting your hair in his hand, he pulled your head back a little. At the same time, he thrust into you again – you cried out – and your hands slipped and you fell right back down onto your pillow.

Remus quickly let you go, not even realizing that he’d just (albeit gently) yanked your head back like that right as he drove his cock into you, making you feel a burst of heat in your tummy. Remus blinked blearily as he watched as you shivered all over, with your hips shuddering against the sheets.

Godric, I can’t believe Lovely’s in my bed like this, shuddering away all like. Doesn’t she have any idea how beautiful she is? With a low, almost helpless moan, Remus leaned over and, slipping his hands under your shivering hips, he proceeded to run his hands all up and down your body until, finally, he grasped your breasts in hands, and then rutted into you roughly from behind.

“Oh, Godric! Ah!” you panted out. “R-Remus!”

Remus moaned and bit hard at your shoulder. “Gods, you’re wet,” he growled softly, but quite intensely into your ear. “So wet, Lovely,” he repeated, and then he moaned as he sloppily fucked your pussy.

You blushed a little. It was true, for you could hear the soft squelching sounds now as Remus fucked you, and you could feel how easily his cock was pushing in and out of you now, and most of all, you could feel how terribly, desperately hot you were in your tummy and between your legs.

“All wet,” Remus whispered, very much in love with you, and also teasing you a little as he noticed your face getting pinker and pinker as he kept telling you how wet you were. He squeezed your breasts in his hands and bit at your shoulder again before he whispered lowly, “Leaving all those little wet patches on my pants whenever we so much as kissed, do you know how much that messed with my head? I wondered if you were doing it on purpose at first, to torment me. But now, I see that you just can't help yourself.”

You tried to reply, but all that left your mouth was a protesting pant, followed by a deep, low moan.

“This explains how you could be so oblivious about it all,” Remus said accusingly, all the while grasping fervently at your breasts and taking you rather hard from behind. “You – uhn, fuck, feels so good, mmm – You drove me absolutely mad for you. Did you know that? Hm?”

“N-No,” you breathed out harshly. You swallowed hard, and then let out a desperate moan, as Remus kept going – kept pushing you towards that point of utter tenderness and tension –

“Nngh!” You let out a ragged, but fierce little moan, as your pussy suddenly clamped down all around Remus’ cock, squeezing him. Unable to help yourself, your thighs caved in a little, squeezing Remus even harder.

Remus took in a sharp, sudden intake of breath. There was a beat where he was absolutely still, keeping his cock pushed deep inside of your pussy, and keeping you trapped all under him, gathered up beneath him in bed, while you were moaning and sobbing and shaking under him.

I-I’m cumming, you realized hazily, barely recognizing your own body, your own pants, your own cries, as a wave of intense warmth and relief crashed over you all at once. It felt like someone had cut the strings between your soul and your body and you were able to take off into flight forever. Your mind was spinning, you couldn't seem to get enough breath, and your entire body was shaking, shaking with pleasure and complete release. F-Fuck, I-I’m c-cumming so h-hard – ahhhh! Ah! Ah, ah, ah!

“Oh, fuck, Lovely,” Remus breathed out. “You’re – Merlin, you’re tight!” Gritting his teeth together, Remus let out a rough, deep growl. Then, he suddenly wrapped his legs around yours and fell over onto you. Pressing you hard into the bed now, and with his hands gripping your breasts and his mouth clamped hotly onto your shoulder, Remus fucked you like a man at the end of his wits.

“Nngh – H-Hah, ah, ah, ah!” you cried out. You started to lift your hips, out of the sheer need to do something, to move, to anything because Remus was drawing out your orgasm, but it was so much, too much, and you couldn’t take it anymore without outright losing your mind – but Remus was taking you too hard and he drove you right back into the mattress. You started to cry out his name, when you suddenly heard Remus let out an ungodly moan. Your eyes widened and you suddenly clutched at the sheets, keeping as still as you could, so that he could cum all over you, just as you wanted.

A moment later, with a hard grunt, Remus suddenly grabbed your shoulders and thrust one last time – you moaned loudly, almost pitifully – and then Remus pulled out and came all over you. As you felt his hot cum drench you, you moaned softly. At once, your pussy began to drip with cum. “Mm,” you breathed out, and you wiggled your hips very, very lightly.

Remus let out a defeated moan. “Don’t – Don’t – I can’t help myself if you look so – so pretty,” he breathed out. Then, he fell over, right on top of you.

You could feel exactly how quickly his chest was rising and falling and you could feel his hard huffs blow across your cheek as Remus tried desperately to bring his heart rate back under control. You reached up to touch his chest, to soothe him, but Remus shivered violently at your touch. Your mouth fell open. “Remus?”

Remus turned over onto his side, hiding his face from you. “Sorry,” he breathed out. “Just give me a moment to get my – my heart back under control here.”

You rolled over so that you were lying on your side behind him. Then, you slowly and softly pushed your head up so that you were resting your chin on his shoulder.

Remus flinched slightly. You could feel it, too – that sharp, golden spark that ran through both of you whenever you touched like this…

You let out a breath. Remus squirmed. We’re so sensitive with each other. It’s as if we need to take turns protecting each other, yet we’re the ones affecting each other so much in the first place. It’s such serious, heavy energy, you thought, almost mournfully. But this is love, I think. I suppose what I can do is to keep it as light-hearted as possible, just to keep us human, to keep us from floating away together and forgetting about our human selves entirely.

You whispered softly, in a teasing tone, “But what if I don’t want to give you a moment? What if I like to see you come all undone in front of me? What if I secretly savor that part of being with you, hm?”

Neither of you fully realized this, but the two of you were mirroring the moment from before, when you had been the one to be overwhelmed and buried your head in your pillow, and Remus had teased you until you’d finally shown him your face.

Still, the words were familiar enough. Remus let out a soft sigh. He lifted his head and turned around so that he could look at you.

“There you are,” you said lovingly, and you smiled when you saw Remus, for he was in a right state. His face was sweaty, his hair was messy (with that darned curl still sticking resolutely to his forehead), his eyes were burning with a silvery, intense fire, and his chest was going up and down as he tried to reel in his breath.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Remus breathed out. “For a moment, I was – I couldn’t think about anything. I could only feel you – your warmth, your body, your energy…”

You smiled at him. “That’s what sex is supposed to feel like.”

“Is it?” Remus said vaguely. He let out another hard breath and once again pushed his sweaty hair back.

Wow, he looks good when he does that, a small, young, and smitten voice whispered in your head. Goodness, I knew I was in love with Remus since forever, but am I still not over my crush?

Remus, noticing you staring at him, said, a bit self-consciously, “What? What is it? Am I looking all foolish again?”

You smiled. “Yes. Yes, you are.”

Remus sighed. In a remorseful little voice, he muttered, “Can’t be helped, I suppose.”

Resisting the urge to repay the favor of pinning him down and lavishing him with kisses, you instead lifted your hand into the air – a small, quiet gesture.

Remus slowly lifted his hand, too. Then, he very thoughtfully slipped his fingers between yours and began to close his fingers around your hand. You smiled, but Remus kept going and that quiet, gentle handhold gradually became very tight and pressing.

You blinked. “Remus?”

“Sweetheart, come closer, won't you?” Remus murmured, though still between hard pants. His voice was a little ragged, on account of how hard he’d been huffing and growling as he took you today.

You softly scooted closer to him. "Hello," you said quietly.

"Hello," Remus replied, equally quietly. He ran his hand all down the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek.

You lifted your hands and pressed them warmly against Remus' chest. You softly traced his scars with your fingertips. "This one's newer," you murmured, running your fingers along a brighter scar.

With his other hand, Remus reached down and grabbed your hand in his. Then, he slowly pressed your hand firmly against his chest, so that your palm covered his newer scar.

You looked up at Remus. He trusts me, you realized. He isn't hiding himself from me anymore. Your eyes filled with tears, and you smiled up at him.

"Don't cry, Lovely," Remus whispered gently. His thumb flickered under both of your eyes, as he murmured, "I can't stand it when you cry."

You slipped your arms around Remus and buried your face against his chest and took deep breaths, taking in his calming scent. Remus kissed the top of your head and he put his arms around you, tucking you in against him and reminding you that you were with him, that there was nothing to be afraid of, because he loved you.

Nothing more was said, because nothing needed to be said. As you lay there, it occurred to you that you could hear a soft, warm pitter-patter. It’s been raining all day today. It suits us, somehow. This sense of nostalgia that appears only when we're hidden away together, in our own little world... Perhaps it's a little sad to think of, but it's home for the both of us - yes, for the both of us.

* * * * * * * * * *

Back at your mother’s apartment, your brother approached her and asked, “Mum, how come you were so hard on Remus?”

“Because life will be hard for them," your mother replied, not mincing words. "They need to recognize the strength that they have, if they want to be truly happy together.”

“What do you mean? They seem happy. I mean, they seem in love, right?”

Your mother snorted. “Oh, sure, those two have got love all sorted out. They can’t help themselves, clearly. But you know, love doesn’t always bring happiness. You have to be willing to work for happiness. And you have to do it together. If you’re afraid of yourself or if you don’t trust your partner, the happiness won’t come. I was trying to teach them that.”

“Well, I don’t think Sis took it very well.”

“No. Foolish, headstrong girl,” your mother said, shaking her head. But a moment later, she added, in a quiet voice, “But that’s how it should be, I suppose.”

When your brother looked confused, your mother explained, “Your father was just like that, too. I remember that when I went to meet his family, I wore my best dress. But his entire family still disliked me – saying that I was too hardy for a woman, that I wasn’t graceful or feminine, that I wouldn’t make a good wife or mother. And do you know what your father did? He took my hands, led me out of the room, and proposed on the stairs of his family house that very evening.” She looked at your brother. “Do you remember much of your father?”

Your brother paused. He squinted for a moment, as though he were trying to bring a hazy vision into focus. “Hm… I think I do, actually. But then, I’m not sure if it’s a memory or a dream. It all blurs together sometimes. Probably because I was so young.”

At this, your mother reached out and gently put her arm around your brother. She spoke in a soft, gentle voice that she rarely ever used. “No, my memories and dreams of him blur together too. It wasn’t because you were young. It was because we loved him so much that our hearts remember him more than our minds do. And that’s how it should be, I think. I’m sure that that’s exactly how he would want to be remembered.”

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The Crown of the Morally Grey

Part 4.

Remember this is also being posted on Ao3 under the same title and username killaprevail ! I’m also taking requests and will be making a character list you can request for a bit later!

Warning: mention of kidnapping for like 2 lines dialogue.

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Diagon Alley was grey. Most of the stores were empty, occasionally someone would walk by on their way up to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, but the life had been sucked out of everywhere else. It was haunting. The Diagon Alley Y/n remembered was full of life, too loud for her liking and always busy this time of year. Y/n knew Mr. Ollivander had gone missing, these days meaning he’d most liking been kidnapped and possibly killed by Death Eaters. She tried to act as if his empty, ransacked store didn’t have an effect on her, but she stared at the windows of the shop far too long.

“Y/n?”

Narcissa’s voice pulled her out of the trance she’d gone into while staring through shop windows. Being here with Draco and his mother should have felt nostalgic, they’d done it nearly every summer before school, but it didn’t. It was clear her childhood had ended. It crashed over her like an oceans storm, suffocating with the promise of drowning. Whenever the rare kid would pass by, arms full of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, she couldn’t help but wonder if the storm had reached them yet.

She didn’t know when Draco had grabbed her hand, but he squeezed it once. She’d dreamt before about it; visiting Diagon Alley with Draco’s hand in hers as she pulled him from shop to shop, but this wasn’t the circumstances she wanted. It wasn’t a circumstance Draco belonged in. He nodded at her, and she pulled him forward, keeping him just a step behind her as they turned down Knockturn Alley.

The usual residence of Knockturn Alley had even dulled. An occasional witch or Wizard gave them a slimy grin, but weren’t nearly as aggressive about it as she was used to. Typically whenever she visited the alleyway, she could barely walk without having some one in her face, disgusting intentions hidden behind uncomfortable compliments. Even her fathers presence hadn’t swayed them. There had been a year where a particularly nasty wizard had grabbed her arm and tried to pull her around a corner, touching her hair and keeping his eyes locked on her. She’d been thirteen at the time, lost in her fascination with the dark aura of the alley. Luckily, her father had caught sight of the encounter and shoved the wizard back with a stupefy to the chest. It had been during that trip that she bought the cursed necklace and her father had begun hammering defensive and offensive spells into her head. She hasn’t heard about the Unforgivables until then, but Severus had made sure she knew of their existence and uses. At the time, she figured he was letting her know for her own protection, but now, the killing curse seemed far too relevant for that to have been the only reason.

She wondered if her father had seen this future for her. Had he always known she’d become a spy too? He must have known she’d find herself walking to Borgin and Burkes again, but under what circumstances? Was it possible he and Dumbledore had been meaning to have her infiltrate the Death Eaters they long? She couldn’t believe her father would, but it was becoming increasingly obvious Dumbledore pulled more strings than she could tie.

The sound of someone’s foot scuffing the hard ground made her look behind her, and she saw three figures standing at the opening to Knockturn Alley, their silhouettes too familiar for her liking.

“Draco.” She whispered.

“Our best friends are following us.”

Draco glanced behind them before wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist and picking up their pace down the set of stairs that lead into Borgin and Burkes. Of course Harry Potter and his dogs had followed after them. Seeing Draco, Narcissa and Y/n walking towards the infamous street was probably like candy to the hero complex poster children. They had always turned up whenever anything worth while was happening. Y/n could remember the countless times they had followed her, adamant she was up to no good so Harry could tell Dumbledore about his suspicion of the girl.

When the Chamber of Secrets had been opened, Harry immediately kept an eye on the young Snape and Malfoy, as if a pair of twelve year olds had been behind the whole thing. Y/n couldn’t blame Harry for his suspicions though. Her and Draco had been terrors and she was Professor Snapes daughter, someone who managed to make himself look suspicious simply by existing. She found the whole thing humorous now. This time they were right about whatever suspicions they had. Suddenly the trip to her beloved store felt even more exciting, like a game she was playing with Potter. Hermione Granger had consistently told Potter he was wrong about Y/n, that she wasn’t like her father at all and everything was just coincidental. At one time, Y/n found Hermione’s words as condescending, angered the girl didn’t think she could manage any of the things she was accused of by Potter or Ronald Weasley, but now she hoped Granger’s false perception came in handy.

Borgin and Burkes always took a minute to take in. The walls and shelves were lined with dozens of artifacts that pulled Y/n in. It smelled like dust and a sickly sweet poison. The familiarity of the store eased the ocean storm as she smiled at the shop keeper softly.

“My favorite customers. I have even more than usual. All kinds have been turning up to hand over their possessions since You-Know-Who has returned.” The shopkeeper, Borgin smiled, his eyes narrowing in at Y/n as he began to pull objects out to show her. His youngest customer he would call her, a proud gleam in his eye whenever she entered the shop.

“We’re here for one thing specifically this time, but I’ll still look around.”

He seemed pleased by her words and nodded. Draco headed straight for a large black cabinet, his fingers grazing it’s surface before calling Y/n over.

“It’s a vanishing cabinet. It’s sister is at Hogwarts.”

“Montague got stuck between the two last year didn’t he?” Y/n asked, remembering Draco telling her about their fellow Slytherin’s rather terrifying experience. He had gotten stuck between the two, unable to come out from Hogwarts side as the cabinet at Hogwarts was broken.

“So we fix the cabinet at Hogwarts and..”

“Mr. Borgin.” As soon as Y/n said his name, the man hurried over to the pair, a wicked grin on his face.

“Yes Miss Snape?”

“Could you keep this here for me?”

“Of course, anything for my favorite customer, but… Mr. Malfoy…”

Draco hissed and pulled up his sleeve, exposing the dark tattoo on his arm to Mr. Borgin. Y/n hadn’t seen it before, Draco kept it hidden under long sleeves and sweaters. The skull and snake were so undeniably real across his pale skin. It moved subtly, the skin around it looked raw and burnt not having healed fully yet. She’d seen Draco hold his arm every so often over the past few days, his eyes became distant whenever he did. The knowledge that she too would most likely gain one in the following months made her glance at her own arm for a moment, wondering if it would look as nasty on her own skin.

Mr. Borgin’s smile grew even more wicked as he nodded.

“Thank you Mr. Borgin. What else do you recommend?”

Mr. Borgin walked Y/n around the shop, showing her the new things he had come to collect. A few things had caught her eye, a dagger that still had unicorn blood stained on its blade, a rather pretty tiara that had spikes on the inner parts of its headband, and a pair of rings he hadn’t described to her.

“What are these?” She asked, eyes locking on the black and emerald pieces of jewelry.

“Those are soul rings. If two people were to wear them at the same time, they could feel eachothers heartbeat and location, occasionally thoughts depending on the bond.”

“Why are they here?“

“Rings like this were often used by captive and captor.”

Y/n hummed and glanced at Draco.

“What’s the catch?”

“Always the wiser, Miss Snape. They can’t be taken off. The captor and captive will have them forever, unless their fingers are cut off. These pair here have some residual blood on them.”

“Ring them up for me.”

Draco and Y/n had returned to her home on Spinner’s end. It was even gloomier than usual, and Y/n betwitched a tea kettle to heat up some water.

Draco sat on a chair in the living room, a book he’d stolen from the restricted section of the school library the year before in his lap. The book kept whispering in Latin as he turned the pages.

“I bought something else at Borgin and Burkes.” Y/n smiled as she sat on the arm of his chair, earning a raised eyebrow.

“I figured you had. What was it this time?”

Y/n pulled out the two rings from her pocket and handed him one.

“They’re soul rings. If we both wear them, we’ll be able to feel each others heartbeat and know eachother location.”

“I never took you for a romantic” Draco snorted and slipped the ring on his ring finger. Draco hands with rings was something Y/n had decided to not think about in that moment.

“I thought it might be nice for this upcoming year.”

“What’s the catch? You bought them from Borgin there must be something wrong with them.”

“And yet you put it on without a second thought.”

“You wouldn’t purposely curse me.”

“You sure about that?” A smirk crossed Y/N’s face as Draco rolled his eyes at her.

“What’s their story?”

“They were used by captors to keep an eye on their captives.”

“And who’s do I have?”

“I’m not sure, I can’t tell them apart.”

Liar.

Draco didn’t question it, instead studying the piece of jewelry. He flexed his hand a few ways as if getting used to the sight and looked up at Y/n.

“Looks like we’re married now.”

Y/n slipped the Captors ring on her ring finger and wiggled her fingers to show it off.

“Til death do us part.” She laughed, relishing in the possessive feeling that had begun to creep up on her.

Being possessive of Draco was nothing new, but the rings seemed to only further the feeling. A few girls at Hogwarts had tried to make a move on him, some had succeeded in their seduction but never for very long. Draco seemed to get bored or cut it off whenever some else began to show Y/n any special attention. They didn’t talk about it.

“What will I tell all of my boyfriends now?” Y/n teased. Draco growled and pulled her off the arm of the chair and into his lap.

“You don’t have any boyfriends.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’ve scared them all off.”

“Maybe I’ll send Potter an owl.”

“You’re such a little shit.” Draco began tickling Y/n until she nearly screamed and managed to get off of him, running towards her room.

Draco followed, the ring on his finger beating excitedly.

“You can’t hide Snape.”

“I think im managing just fine.”

“You’re standing behind the door.”

There was a scuffle and footsteps from behind the door for a moment.

“No I’m not.”

Draco wouldn’t help but chuckle in amusement and opened the door. It was silent and he quickly put on his defenses, fully expecting to be ambushed when the image of a dark, smaller room full of clothes popped up on his mind. His ringed finger twitched and he walked slowly towards Y/N’s closet.

“You suck at this.”

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