A/N: Here we are, another stop on my campaign to fill the world with a smutty Remus… :D Last stop was Remus/Andromeda, if you haven't checked that out already. I HOPE EVERYONE FORGIVES ME FOR THIS. This is going to be one of those fan fictions you're going to wish you hadn't read, I think, when all's said and done. But this is for the sake of experimentation only! Enjoy… if you can!
-C
Remus had heard that love potions could be very dangerous, but he'd never really thought it was something he'd have a problem with. Sirius, James, yes, absolutely. In fact, Sirius had already nearly been raped a few times by desperate fan girls wielding the dangerous substance.
His own experiences had been limited to confiscating the substance as a prefect. Sirius had joked many a time that Remus had saved him from rabid fans and nonconsensual sex, but Remus never found the jokes very funny. He wasn't sure that Sirius would have said no if the girls would have just come to him without the ploy of a potion. He wasn't even sure exactly how strong the concoctions could be, when brewed correctly.
But Remus got a bit of first-hand experience one day that left him and others scarred for life.
It was in Diagon Alley of all places, and a recently graduated Remus Lupin had been at an Apothecary - a cramped little place - attempting to get together the ingredients for some basic healing potions to handle as best he could the after- effects of his transformations. His skill in Potions was little better than his skill with Healing Charms, but perhaps he could talk Lily into making the potions if he got together all the ingredients. She had a soft spot for him, particularly where his condition was concerned.
Of all things the owner of the apothecary could have had brewed that day, the worst possible choice was a love potion. But of course that was exactly what was in the cauldron between aisle of various livers and the row of a variety of different types of blood in vials. Remus didn't think much of it. It wasn't Amortentia, he knew, because he would have been able to smell parchment and chocolate and the type of rubber that was used for the soles of trainers, but he could smell none of those things. It was a basic, run-of-the-mill love potion, but that didn't make it any less dangerous.
Remus recognized Augusta Longbottom, mother of Frank - who had been a couple of years ahead of him in school - in her awful vulture hat and ridiculous red handbag. She didn't seem to recognize him, but Remus decided that was probably for the better. He had seen her scold her son before and the woman was like an army unto herself, formidable and capable of transforming the manners and decorum of all of England, one finger-wagging lecture at a time.
Of course, what Remus and Mrs. Longbottom hadn't counted on was the small child setting off a firework on the other side of the aisle. The cauldron exploded, splattering both Augusta Longbottom and Remus with the simple love potion, and while the shop was in chaos, the apothecary frantically chastising the little boy, nobody noticed the strange look shared between Remus and the woman old enough to be his mother, or the fact that they left together, still ogling each other, or indeed the fact that they retreated immediately to the Leaky Cauldron, where she got them a room. By the time anyone had noticed they were gone, probably, Remus was already peeling off her robes and tossing aside her vulture-topped hat.
They made incredible, passionate love, and Remus could think of nothing but how he wanted and needed to feel this woman more than he had wanted anything in his life.
And in the morning he woke up with an indescribable headache and unsure how he had ended up beside Frank Longbottom's mother in a bed in the Leaky Cauldron, but the two of them swore to never speak of it again.
As if Remus would ever say a word.