Author's Notes: This chapter, as with most posted often now, will be dedicated to my fan Hallmark, whom of which loves me story and has the ability to type a review ^_^ (Thanks to my other reviewer as well). Now, This chapter will go throughout the week a few days, but not the week completely. This chapter will also include a LEMON (Though...It's a bit of a lemon twist ^^;;; ), so please, keep that in mind as you read ^.~ Standard disclaimers apply, so...On with the story!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ = Time/Scene change within same day
............................... = Meanwhile
------------------------------- = Next Day
Special for a few chapters: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ = James' Dreams or possibly...Nightmares? ^_~
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James stood by the opened Entrance Hall doors for a few minutes after Sirius left, lost in thought. He should be heading to dinner soon, but he wasn't all that hungry. Now that Sirius wasn't here, he really didn't have much to do but focus on school work and other friends...Poor Remus and Peter. He'd practically ignored them ever since he became an item with Sirius. Would they forgive him? He was pretty sure - he hoped.
As the night sky blanketed over the last few strands of light, there blew a soft, cold wind through the two doors. James shivered and lifted his hands over his arms, rubbing them up and down in an attempt to warm up a bit. He continued to look at the doors, a deep sigh growing within him, finally escaping. He was already missing Sirius, and he wasn't even gone for an hour. He thought about going up to the owlery and sending his owl after the train, but he quickly ridded the thought, simply because an owl can't keep up with such a thing.
Finally deciding he should go eat, James turned around to look down the fairly lighted hallway. The Great Hall was nearby, so the trek wouldn't be too much. A bit in the distance down the hall, James saw a shadowy form walking towards him. Fear struck him, but once the light hit the half-moon glasses and reflected the light, James knew who it was - None other than Dumbledore himself. As soon as the old man arrived to the boy, he smiled softly.
"Come on, James. Don't want to miss dinner."
Looking up to the spectacles the other man adorned, James nodded in agreement. "I...I know. I just wanted to stay here a while."
"I completely understand. It isn't everyday that your best friend is sent back home for a while. I hope you're not mad at me."
"N-not at all, Professor. I'm just kind of sad, that's all." James looked down and sighed.
"You have all rights to be. But now, we should be going to dinner so you don't starve, hm? I'm sure Remus, Peter and Lily will cheer you up."
James nodded once more, looking back up to Dumbledore, glassed eyes meeting. "I'm sure too. But a whole week without Sirius will be odd, extremely odd."
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get used to it after a day or two. Sirius wouldn't want you moping around, he'd want you to be happy. You'll get a letter from him tomorrow, I'm sure of it." Dumbledore smiled supportively, setting a hand on James' shoulder.
"Thanks, Professor," James sighed, wrinkling up his nose. "But, do I really have to go to dinner? I mean...I'm not that hungry. I don't much feel like eating..."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the young boy, but shook his head. "You don't -have- to, but it's best for a good night's sleep."
"...Don't think I'm going to be getting any anyway..." James mumbled silently to himself, licking his drying lips.
"Nonsense, I'm sure you'll get some. I'll see what I can do."
"Do with what, Professor?" James scratched his head.
"Never you mind, James. But go on up ahead to the Tower, if you want. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to." Dumbledore's smile was genuine, sincerity shining. He turned to the Great Hall. "Sleep well."
James nodded, his hands clasping gently together in front of him. He watched Dumbledore walk off down the hall, and once he was out of sight, James turned toward the direction of the Tower.
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With a light sigh, James found himself looking at a picture of Sirius he had earlier taken, before they had began to date. He was missing the other boy worse and worse as he continued to look at the picture until he finally tossed it aside, breaking into soft tears. He didn't even know how he'd survive the week, if this was how he acted. He wanted to be near Sirius, be able to touch him, smell him, love him. He lifted his glasses up and wiped a few salty tears away, peering over toward Sirius' bed. That would be a good solution to his problem.
Lifting himself up to a seated position, James slid off of his own bed, dragging himself over toward Sirius'. The smell of him wavered in the area around the fabric mattress, finding its way toward James' nose. He shivered a little, memories waving into his mind of Sirius. He felt like such a weakling right now, simply over another person. He wasn't feeling like himself, anyway. Finally falling onto Sirius' bed, James snuggled up in the covers and buried his face in the pillow, deeply inhaling the pheromones that drifted around him. He was in heaven for a short minute.
After he let the smell of his love drown him in decent comfort, he raised his head, flipping over onto his back to lie. He stared at the ceiling with dazed eyes, his body lying limp on the soft covers below him. His stomach rumbled loudly, cramping up in the process. He was starting to get hungry, but dinner was probably going to be over soon. There must be something he could eat around here. It clicked in his head: Sirius always kept a little bar of chocolate in his trunk...That should suffice until breakfast tomorrow.
He sat up, brushing his robes around slightly before diving back onto his stomach, reaching the foot of the bed. With quick hands, James opened the trunk below him and rustled around within it before retrieving the chocolate hidden within. He pushed himself backward onto his back once more, unraveling the soft sweet. His mouth began to water, as if he hadn't been fed in days. After the foil was ripped, James bit into the bar hungrily, nibbling on the tasty food.
Within a few minutes the chocolate was gone, the wrapper dropped on the floor beside Sirius' bed. He patted his tummy with a sigh, licking at the remaining substance on his lips. He burped, and even though no one was around he blushed a bit, following with an 'excuse me'. He heard faint footsteps outside the door and downstairs, but he didn't know if it was the house elves or a human. All doubts were cleared in a moment once he heard voices, faint, but voices nonetheless.
The voices belonged to none else than Remus and Peter, and their voices grew louder as they grew closer. James stayed where he was, and in his decision to do so, he took in the smells once more, closing his eyes.
"James? Are you up here, James?" As the door to the Dormitory opened, Remus slid in, accompanied by Peter. Both eyes peered around the room before they began to walk in Sirius' beds' direction, both boys standing on opposite sides of the bed.
"Why weren't you at dinner?" Remus asked, a worried expression shadowing his face. His arms folded over his chest as he sighed, soft eyes falling onto James.
"I wasn't hungry," James replied sadly. He sat himself up against the headboard of the four poster, turning to Remus. "I talked to Professor Dumbledore and he understood, so he let me skip dinner."
"Teachers shouldn't do that, isn't it against the rules to have a student skip a meal?" Peter was confused, and he scratched his head.
"No, they shouldn't, Peter. But I guess Dumbledore understands what James is going through. What did Sirius say when he left?"
"...That he was going to send me an owl everyday..." And with that ever so innocent pause and sigh, James continued, "...and that he loved me..."
Both Remus and Peter gasped, but stuttering Pettigrew couldn't seem to get out a coherent sentence. Remus covered his mouth as he gasped, but once he caught control once more, he leaned in toward his friend. "He...said he loves you?"
James nodded dreamily, grasping ahold of the pillow beside him and hugging it tightly. "Made my day."
Remus shook his head. That wasn't something he expected Sirius to do...He'd known him better than he knew James, and Sirius always seemed to have a problem with expressing loving emotions. Not to mention that, deep down, a part of Remus -was- jealous of his friend. He wanted Sirius as well, but he knew he could never have him, and finally just gave up on the thought.
"It did, did it? Well, that's sweet." Remus didn't mean to sound snippy, but there was a hint of it in his voice. He was sincere at heart.
"Oh my goodness..." Peter stuttered, words finally escaping him. "How sweet!"
"I know!" James said, turning to look at Peter. "It was so sweet...I know he meant it..."
Peter nodded with a large smile, clapping his hands together. "Sirius has always seemed like such a charmer, I mean...Girls love him!"
James smiled and laughed a bit, hugging the pillow tighter. "But I got him..."
"Lucky you," Remus sighed, his arms falling to his sides. "I'm happy for you, James, and I'm not afraid to admit, I am a -bit- jealous."
James blinked. Remus, jealous of him? That wasn't something you heard everyday. For some reason, he seemed to enjoy that fact a bit more. "Ah, really, Remus? Don't you have an interest? You could have this..."
Remus shook his head, licking his lips softly. "No, I don't, but I can handle it. I said I was slightly jealous, but don't let that go to your head, my friend." Smiling warmly, Remus leaned down and messed up James' hair.
Shaking his head along with the hand, James laughed softly. "Ok, ok Remus, don't worry. I'll be sure to not be over conceited."
"Good." As his eyes shifted around the room, Remus sighed silently. "Well, why don't we work on our homework, then?"
"Homework? What did we have?" James quirked a brow. "I didn't...."
"Don't worry, James. You were excused. At least it wasn't Potions. Professor Avalade would've given you a bunch..." Peter said, eyebrows raising. "He doesn't much like us, does he?"
"Can't blame him..." James yawned, his lips pulling back. He was getting tired...it was almost eight. That was surprisingly early for him to feel sleepy, but if he did, he did. He nuzzled into Sirius' bed, another yawn escaping him.
"Already tired before ten, James? You alright there?" Remus was questioning again. "Maybe we'll go down to the Common Room and let you sleep."
James smacked his lips together softly, closing his eyes. "I don't know why I'm so tired..."
"I've an idea as to why," Peter sniggered. "It's because you're thinking about Sirius, and what you did with him!"
James' eyes opened wide and he shot his glance at Peter, but he quickly shifted it to Remus. "Ack! You two! What?! Peter, that's NOT the r-reason!" He began to blush, hiding it within the saftey of the pillow.
Both Remus and Peter began to snigger like mad until finally it was full fledged laughs, dying down to soft sighs. Peter scrambled off to his bed to retrieve some of his stuff from the trunk he owned, mostly books to study from. Once he made his way back to Sirius' bed, he smiled toward Remus. "Let's let James sleep."
Remus nodded, patting James on the back. "We'll let him sleep so he can dream about Sirius in peace."
There came a frustated groan from beneath the pillow as James began to flail about, peering out at his two friends. "Honestly, you two, stop it!" His face was flushed red.
"Okay, we'll stop...Don't go mad, James." Remus turned to his bed and slid over to his trunk, taking out some books as well as a wand and parchment. He walked over toward the exit door of the Dormitory, motioning for Peter to follow.
As the little blonde haired boy made his way over to Remus, he smiled. "Sleep well, James! Sweet dreams!" Remus nodded in agreement, waving his friend adieu. "We'll see you in the morning, James."
"Good night, Remus. Good night, Peter..." James sighed, waving to his friends until after they left. He yawned once more, finally giving in and closing his eyes. Reaching toward his face, he removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand beside the bed, rolling over on his side. It was a cold night, and it wasn't even truly night. He kept his robe on to keep warm, instead of crawling underneath the covers and blankets.
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Sirius' voice ran through the Common Room to the Dormitory, his body stomping about. "James!"
James shifted in Sirius' bed, rolling onto his back. He stretched his limbs outward, eyes closing tightly at the noise.
"James!!!" It was Sirius' voice again, closer than before. The stomping of feet was louder as well.
James groaned a bit and his eyes finally fluttered open at the sound of Sirius' voice, and a smile broke out on his face. Moments after James woke up, he noticed Sirius bound through the doors of the Domitory, arms open. James stumbled from the bed, leaving his glasses behind without a care as he jumped into Sirius' embrace. Both boys laughed heartily as they hugged, and Sirius leaned down to capture James' lips in a kiss. The two boys kissed one another softly until James broke it.
"You're finally back!"
"Yes, I am, and I was so miserable without you, James. You don't know what I'm feeling right now, just holding you in my arms."
"But wait...I thought you were suspended for a week?"
"Dumbledore apparently changed his mind. I wasn't too far from the school when he sent a message to the train operator. He spun me right around and here I am!"
James hugged Sirius tightly, just happy to be back together with the other. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. I know I wasn't gone for that long, but it felt like an eternity to me anyway."
"I know that feeling..."
Sirius brought James closer to him, a smirk growing on his face. "You know...The best cure for being unhappy is to flip that around."
James looked up to Sirius' eyes, and though he was a bit blurry, he could still make out that infamous glint. "Do you mean..?"
Sirius simply nodded. "If you wish to."
"I do, I do!"
"Then let's go." Sirius grabbed ahold of James' hand, and as they exited the Dormitory, they found themselves in the Prefect Bathroom instead of the hallway down to the Common Room. James wasn't aware of the change, but he hugged Sirius tightly.
"Are you-" He was cut off by lips to his own, and an arm snaking around his waist. He was falling to the floor and Sirius was falling atop him. As he continued to be kissed, James felt a throbbing item rubbing up against his thigh, causing a shivering moan to await release. His lips were quickly parted, and the moan was released into Sirius' mouth. The hands of the other boy were quick at work, and within a minute, James was naked. He began to pant, pushing his body against Sirius' in an attempt to release some deeper feelings. James looked over as best he could to see Sirius, but to his surprise, the boy was already naked as well.
His lips were quickly left to dry as Sirius kissed softly down his neck, nipping at the nape that resided there. James' head made gentle contact with the tile floor, a chill running over him. He went to move his arms, but with an odd problem, he found he couldn't. He opened his eyes and tried to move his legs, but he couldn't move those either. He began to panic, sweat escaping from his pores. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He could, however make noises, and he did just that once he felt Sirius' tongue on his length.
His body was screaming at him to move, but he couldn't, and he didn't know why. As Sirius lowered his mouth to engulf James' lower half, he gasped again, throatier than the last time. As Sirius began his way down James, one of his hands reached upward on the soft, milky skin, stopping at a nipple. He pinched it, and the young boy cried out. He stuttered until he could finally speak.
"S-sirius! Be more gentle, please!"
As Sirius finished at the bottom, he bit his way back up, causing the boy to cry out more. He finally removed himself from the engorged member, peering straight into James' eyes. The light haired boy's heart sank all the way to his stomach. It wasn't Sirius...It was Snape. But he was just kissing Sirius! He knew it was him! Were his eyes just playing tricks?
"S-sirius?" He lifted his head up.
"Sirius is a little busy at the moment, Potter." James knew now by the voice that this person was definitely not Sirius, but Snape for sure. Snape's hand reached around James' length, his smirk growing as he squeezed rather hard.
James winced and his body struck to move, but to no avail. "Agh!" he cried out weakly, panting and almost near crying at the same time. He didn't know why his arms and legs wouldn't move, and he was sweating even more than before.
"H-how?" he asked, somewhat between pain and ecstasy.
"Polyjuice Potion," Snape stated, squeezing his hand a little tighter which caused James to wince once more. "I guess it wore off."
"B-but, you were supposed to be suspended!"
"Bingo...Aren't you the smart one? James...I had one of my little 'friends' take a bit of my potion...That was the Snape that you saw earlier...The one who was suspended...He'll be payed in kind. I happened to catch a few of Sirius' hairs in our last little meeting, which worked perfectly. I must play a great Sirius for you to think it's me."
"J-just shut up!" James growled, his panting calming slightly, but Snape squeezed the member yet again, making the boy finally cry out. "H-how could you?! Why would you?!"
"I told you I wasn't done with you."
"But that w-was the other Snape? Wasn't it?"
"Rehearsed lines, Potter...Get with the program...But, back to the important things...I believe I was..." Without finishing his sentence, Snape shot his head back down and encased his lips over the head of James' member, sucking hard on it.
The boy's body was telling him to writhe and twist, but he was immobile. All he could do was cry out angrily and painfully. Snape continued his assaults on James' member until he finally got a softer pace. He knew James was reaching climax, simply because his mouth was flooded with saliva and foreign substances that came from James. He began to graze his teeth up and down, his pace enticingly slow. James growled angrily, trying to move.
All that did was make the feeling worse. His mind was telling him to feel pleasured, but all he could feel was pain. His length was beginning to pulse now, and his whole body shuddered. Within seconds, Snape had arrived at the tip and was sucking at it furiously. He finally got James to release, the bittersweet liquid flowing down his throat. As Snape pulled his mouth away, a little of James' inner essence dribbled down his lips.
"Oops," he said quietly, lifting a finger to catch the liquid. Once it was on his finger, he moved it closer to James' mouth. The boy shook his head crazily in an attempt to stop it, but he failed, and ended up with the liquid on his lips. He sputtered out in frustration.
"Stop it already! Please! Snape, Please!"
"Begging already, Potter? If you wish it so..." Snape's smirk widened as he lifted James' unanimated legs over his shoulders, a wand seemingly appearing out of nowhere, into his hand.
"Lubricus," he stated softly, pointing to his own painfully stiff member. After the words, his length was covered in a sweet-smelling, cool liquid that stayed upon him. He lowered himself to James' entrance, prodding at it teasingly.
James cried out in almost every thought emotion. He couldn't handle this! It was becoming too much. He yelled for help, but for some reason, he felt as if he wouldn't get any. They were in a bathroom...
Snape, whilst the boy cried out, rammed himself full force into James, causing the boy to choke in pain. His eyes closed and rolled to the back of his head, as well as his body shifted slightly. Snape's motions were hard and forceful, too much for James' soft self. He wanted Sirius more than anything right now.
"Sirius!!!" He cried out weakly, grunting in pain every time Snape thrusted into him. "Sirius, H-Hel-P me!"
"He can't hear you, Potter, he's too busy with Remus!" Snape stopped his motions for just a moment to see the boy's facial expression. Upon his face lied a cruel, sickening smirk.
James panted loudly, closing his eyes. "NO! Sirius wouldn't leave me for Remus! He told me he loves ME!" James' eyes were shut tight.
Snape chuckled sinisterly. "Oh really? Well, he'd be here if he loved you, and he'd STOP me." With that last grunted word, Snape began to thrust into James harder now, the young boy's whole body moving when it happened.
James felt as if someone was shoving a brick into him, it hurt so bad. He felt stretched out, and with every thrust, he felt like he was going to throw up. He began to cry now, tears falling down his face. The salty water stained his face as more fell, his head hitting the tile floor. He finally gave in and bit his lip, in an attempt to stop his shouts.
Snape took this as a challenge. Pushing himself harder and harder into the boy, he now grasped ahold of the young one's member. He began to squeeze hard and stroke up and down, all the while thrusting painfully hard into James. Determined not to make any more noise, James kept his lip bit and his eyes shut, but the tears were welling up. He finally gave in with an earth-shattering scream of pain. A small, red liquid began to ooze from James' behind. Snape stopped at the scream, looking down to James' lower half. He noticed the blood and his soul-less smirk grew wider. "You like it that much you're losing it from BOTH ends? Jeez, if I knew you liked it so rough, I think I'd tell Sirius."
He began to thrust harder now, his body so weak and in pain that he couldn't even feel he was getting stroked once more. His second, more loose climax was rising, and his cries of pain drowned the slaps of skin to skin. When he finally reached the final edge, he fell into the climax, releasing all over his chest.
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James was shifting over the bed frantically, crying out weakly from his dreams. His eyes were tear stained, and with a startled jump, he woke up in a heavy sweat. He cried out loudly, both in pain and fear, simply because of what just happened to him. All he could do was curl up to his knees as the tears began to fall once more. He rocked back and forth until running footsteps were heard outside the door. Within a second Remus and Peter were standing there, along with a couple of other Gryffindors.
"James?! What in bloody hell happened!?" Remus exclaimed, running over to his friend. "Are you alright?!"
Everyone went to walk in to crowd around James, but Peter kept them back, herding them all back to the Common Room, shutting the door behind him. Remus set a hand on James' shoulder, but it was smacked away and James cried out again, backing up to the headboard. He was panting, as well.
"L-leave me alone, Snape!"
"Snape? He's not here, James! Calm down, don't worry!" Remus extended his hand again, and this time, James peered over his knees toward the hand. It was blurry.
Frantically searching to his right, he grabbed ahold of his glasses and fidgeted to put them on. Once he could see properly, he looked at Remus deeply. He wasn't quite sure if that was Remus, or if it was Snape with a PolyJuice Potion.
"Is it...R-really you, Remus?"
"Yes, it is, James. Do you need proof, my friend?" Remus crawled onto the bed slowly, as to not spook James. He drug down the side of the fabric hem of his neck, revealing a light scar.
James studied it before he finally fell into Remus' arms, curling up and trembling.
"What happened, James?" Remus asked worriedly, gulping. "Have a nightmare, did you?"
James weakly nodded from Remus' lap, his trembling lowering and his panting decreasing as well. He pushed himself up toward Remus' chest, where he layed his head. His eyes were tear stained still, and his whole body felt violated...But it didn't really happen, right?
"I did..." he stuttered out, the last tremble he had within him escaping with a sigh. "It...Snape...Snape raped me."
Remus' eyes went wide. "He did WHAT?!"
"He...H-he raped me." James reached a hand upward and wiped some drying tears from his eye. "It was so painful, Remus...Aren't dreams not supposed to hurt?"
"I...I honestly don't know, James." Remus began to run a hand through James' hair to comfort the boy.
"D-do you think he'd do that to me?"
How was Remus supposed to answer that question? He hardly knew Snape, and he hardly knew what the hell the guy was thinking, much less cared. But for the simple fact James would freak out if he replied with "yes, he wants to jump your bones" instead of "no, he would never do that, he's not that mean." It was settled then.
"No, he would never do that. He isn't that mean."
James smiled and sniffled lightly, hugging the werewolf boy weakly. "Thanks, Remus. I feel so much better now..."
"Not at all, James. I hope you DO feel better...Now, do you want me to stay in here, or do you want to rest some more?"
"Stay here. Please. I hate to admit it, but I'm...really scared." James felt so ashamed to say that. He was supposed to be Mr. Hero, afraid of nothing...
"I'll stay here. Don't be afraid to admit what you're feeling." If only Remus followed his own advice, then this might have never happened.
"Thanks again, Remus."
"Don't worry about it, James. Now, go to sleep while I stay here."
"Y-you sure, Remus?" James looked up to Remus with a soft smile, setting his head on the young werewolf's shoulder.
"Positive. Now, get some sleep. Good night, Prongs."
"'Night, Moony."
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Author's Note: Now, before you start thinking I hate James because of what I wrote, I just wanna state he's my favorite character ^_^! I don't like young Snape much...So he's all evil and stuff. This was the spawn of random thinkings, erm...The dream scene was. James'll be having a lot of them...^^;;; Review, please!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ = Time/Scene change within same day
............................... = Meanwhile
------------------------------- = Next Day
Special for a few chapters: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ = James' Dreams or possibly...Nightmares? ^_~
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James stood by the opened Entrance Hall doors for a few minutes after Sirius left, lost in thought. He should be heading to dinner soon, but he wasn't all that hungry. Now that Sirius wasn't here, he really didn't have much to do but focus on school work and other friends...Poor Remus and Peter. He'd practically ignored them ever since he became an item with Sirius. Would they forgive him? He was pretty sure - he hoped.
As the night sky blanketed over the last few strands of light, there blew a soft, cold wind through the two doors. James shivered and lifted his hands over his arms, rubbing them up and down in an attempt to warm up a bit. He continued to look at the doors, a deep sigh growing within him, finally escaping. He was already missing Sirius, and he wasn't even gone for an hour. He thought about going up to the owlery and sending his owl after the train, but he quickly ridded the thought, simply because an owl can't keep up with such a thing.
Finally deciding he should go eat, James turned around to look down the fairly lighted hallway. The Great Hall was nearby, so the trek wouldn't be too much. A bit in the distance down the hall, James saw a shadowy form walking towards him. Fear struck him, but once the light hit the half-moon glasses and reflected the light, James knew who it was - None other than Dumbledore himself. As soon as the old man arrived to the boy, he smiled softly.
"Come on, James. Don't want to miss dinner."
Looking up to the spectacles the other man adorned, James nodded in agreement. "I...I know. I just wanted to stay here a while."
"I completely understand. It isn't everyday that your best friend is sent back home for a while. I hope you're not mad at me."
"N-not at all, Professor. I'm just kind of sad, that's all." James looked down and sighed.
"You have all rights to be. But now, we should be going to dinner so you don't starve, hm? I'm sure Remus, Peter and Lily will cheer you up."
James nodded once more, looking back up to Dumbledore, glassed eyes meeting. "I'm sure too. But a whole week without Sirius will be odd, extremely odd."
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get used to it after a day or two. Sirius wouldn't want you moping around, he'd want you to be happy. You'll get a letter from him tomorrow, I'm sure of it." Dumbledore smiled supportively, setting a hand on James' shoulder.
"Thanks, Professor," James sighed, wrinkling up his nose. "But, do I really have to go to dinner? I mean...I'm not that hungry. I don't much feel like eating..."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at the young boy, but shook his head. "You don't -have- to, but it's best for a good night's sleep."
"...Don't think I'm going to be getting any anyway..." James mumbled silently to himself, licking his drying lips.
"Nonsense, I'm sure you'll get some. I'll see what I can do."
"Do with what, Professor?" James scratched his head.
"Never you mind, James. But go on up ahead to the Tower, if you want. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to." Dumbledore's smile was genuine, sincerity shining. He turned to the Great Hall. "Sleep well."
James nodded, his hands clasping gently together in front of him. He watched Dumbledore walk off down the hall, and once he was out of sight, James turned toward the direction of the Tower.
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With a light sigh, James found himself looking at a picture of Sirius he had earlier taken, before they had began to date. He was missing the other boy worse and worse as he continued to look at the picture until he finally tossed it aside, breaking into soft tears. He didn't even know how he'd survive the week, if this was how he acted. He wanted to be near Sirius, be able to touch him, smell him, love him. He lifted his glasses up and wiped a few salty tears away, peering over toward Sirius' bed. That would be a good solution to his problem.
Lifting himself up to a seated position, James slid off of his own bed, dragging himself over toward Sirius'. The smell of him wavered in the area around the fabric mattress, finding its way toward James' nose. He shivered a little, memories waving into his mind of Sirius. He felt like such a weakling right now, simply over another person. He wasn't feeling like himself, anyway. Finally falling onto Sirius' bed, James snuggled up in the covers and buried his face in the pillow, deeply inhaling the pheromones that drifted around him. He was in heaven for a short minute.
After he let the smell of his love drown him in decent comfort, he raised his head, flipping over onto his back to lie. He stared at the ceiling with dazed eyes, his body lying limp on the soft covers below him. His stomach rumbled loudly, cramping up in the process. He was starting to get hungry, but dinner was probably going to be over soon. There must be something he could eat around here. It clicked in his head: Sirius always kept a little bar of chocolate in his trunk...That should suffice until breakfast tomorrow.
He sat up, brushing his robes around slightly before diving back onto his stomach, reaching the foot of the bed. With quick hands, James opened the trunk below him and rustled around within it before retrieving the chocolate hidden within. He pushed himself backward onto his back once more, unraveling the soft sweet. His mouth began to water, as if he hadn't been fed in days. After the foil was ripped, James bit into the bar hungrily, nibbling on the tasty food.
Within a few minutes the chocolate was gone, the wrapper dropped on the floor beside Sirius' bed. He patted his tummy with a sigh, licking at the remaining substance on his lips. He burped, and even though no one was around he blushed a bit, following with an 'excuse me'. He heard faint footsteps outside the door and downstairs, but he didn't know if it was the house elves or a human. All doubts were cleared in a moment once he heard voices, faint, but voices nonetheless.
The voices belonged to none else than Remus and Peter, and their voices grew louder as they grew closer. James stayed where he was, and in his decision to do so, he took in the smells once more, closing his eyes.
"James? Are you up here, James?" As the door to the Dormitory opened, Remus slid in, accompanied by Peter. Both eyes peered around the room before they began to walk in Sirius' beds' direction, both boys standing on opposite sides of the bed.
"Why weren't you at dinner?" Remus asked, a worried expression shadowing his face. His arms folded over his chest as he sighed, soft eyes falling onto James.
"I wasn't hungry," James replied sadly. He sat himself up against the headboard of the four poster, turning to Remus. "I talked to Professor Dumbledore and he understood, so he let me skip dinner."
"Teachers shouldn't do that, isn't it against the rules to have a student skip a meal?" Peter was confused, and he scratched his head.
"No, they shouldn't, Peter. But I guess Dumbledore understands what James is going through. What did Sirius say when he left?"
"...That he was going to send me an owl everyday..." And with that ever so innocent pause and sigh, James continued, "...and that he loved me..."
Both Remus and Peter gasped, but stuttering Pettigrew couldn't seem to get out a coherent sentence. Remus covered his mouth as he gasped, but once he caught control once more, he leaned in toward his friend. "He...said he loves you?"
James nodded dreamily, grasping ahold of the pillow beside him and hugging it tightly. "Made my day."
Remus shook his head. That wasn't something he expected Sirius to do...He'd known him better than he knew James, and Sirius always seemed to have a problem with expressing loving emotions. Not to mention that, deep down, a part of Remus -was- jealous of his friend. He wanted Sirius as well, but he knew he could never have him, and finally just gave up on the thought.
"It did, did it? Well, that's sweet." Remus didn't mean to sound snippy, but there was a hint of it in his voice. He was sincere at heart.
"Oh my goodness..." Peter stuttered, words finally escaping him. "How sweet!"
"I know!" James said, turning to look at Peter. "It was so sweet...I know he meant it..."
Peter nodded with a large smile, clapping his hands together. "Sirius has always seemed like such a charmer, I mean...Girls love him!"
James smiled and laughed a bit, hugging the pillow tighter. "But I got him..."
"Lucky you," Remus sighed, his arms falling to his sides. "I'm happy for you, James, and I'm not afraid to admit, I am a -bit- jealous."
James blinked. Remus, jealous of him? That wasn't something you heard everyday. For some reason, he seemed to enjoy that fact a bit more. "Ah, really, Remus? Don't you have an interest? You could have this..."
Remus shook his head, licking his lips softly. "No, I don't, but I can handle it. I said I was slightly jealous, but don't let that go to your head, my friend." Smiling warmly, Remus leaned down and messed up James' hair.
Shaking his head along with the hand, James laughed softly. "Ok, ok Remus, don't worry. I'll be sure to not be over conceited."
"Good." As his eyes shifted around the room, Remus sighed silently. "Well, why don't we work on our homework, then?"
"Homework? What did we have?" James quirked a brow. "I didn't...."
"Don't worry, James. You were excused. At least it wasn't Potions. Professor Avalade would've given you a bunch..." Peter said, eyebrows raising. "He doesn't much like us, does he?"
"Can't blame him..." James yawned, his lips pulling back. He was getting tired...it was almost eight. That was surprisingly early for him to feel sleepy, but if he did, he did. He nuzzled into Sirius' bed, another yawn escaping him.
"Already tired before ten, James? You alright there?" Remus was questioning again. "Maybe we'll go down to the Common Room and let you sleep."
James smacked his lips together softly, closing his eyes. "I don't know why I'm so tired..."
"I've an idea as to why," Peter sniggered. "It's because you're thinking about Sirius, and what you did with him!"
James' eyes opened wide and he shot his glance at Peter, but he quickly shifted it to Remus. "Ack! You two! What?! Peter, that's NOT the r-reason!" He began to blush, hiding it within the saftey of the pillow.
Both Remus and Peter began to snigger like mad until finally it was full fledged laughs, dying down to soft sighs. Peter scrambled off to his bed to retrieve some of his stuff from the trunk he owned, mostly books to study from. Once he made his way back to Sirius' bed, he smiled toward Remus. "Let's let James sleep."
Remus nodded, patting James on the back. "We'll let him sleep so he can dream about Sirius in peace."
There came a frustated groan from beneath the pillow as James began to flail about, peering out at his two friends. "Honestly, you two, stop it!" His face was flushed red.
"Okay, we'll stop...Don't go mad, James." Remus turned to his bed and slid over to his trunk, taking out some books as well as a wand and parchment. He walked over toward the exit door of the Dormitory, motioning for Peter to follow.
As the little blonde haired boy made his way over to Remus, he smiled. "Sleep well, James! Sweet dreams!" Remus nodded in agreement, waving his friend adieu. "We'll see you in the morning, James."
"Good night, Remus. Good night, Peter..." James sighed, waving to his friends until after they left. He yawned once more, finally giving in and closing his eyes. Reaching toward his face, he removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand beside the bed, rolling over on his side. It was a cold night, and it wasn't even truly night. He kept his robe on to keep warm, instead of crawling underneath the covers and blankets.
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Sirius' voice ran through the Common Room to the Dormitory, his body stomping about. "James!"
James shifted in Sirius' bed, rolling onto his back. He stretched his limbs outward, eyes closing tightly at the noise.
"James!!!" It was Sirius' voice again, closer than before. The stomping of feet was louder as well.
James groaned a bit and his eyes finally fluttered open at the sound of Sirius' voice, and a smile broke out on his face. Moments after James woke up, he noticed Sirius bound through the doors of the Domitory, arms open. James stumbled from the bed, leaving his glasses behind without a care as he jumped into Sirius' embrace. Both boys laughed heartily as they hugged, and Sirius leaned down to capture James' lips in a kiss. The two boys kissed one another softly until James broke it.
"You're finally back!"
"Yes, I am, and I was so miserable without you, James. You don't know what I'm feeling right now, just holding you in my arms."
"But wait...I thought you were suspended for a week?"
"Dumbledore apparently changed his mind. I wasn't too far from the school when he sent a message to the train operator. He spun me right around and here I am!"
James hugged Sirius tightly, just happy to be back together with the other. "I missed you."
"I missed you too. I know I wasn't gone for that long, but it felt like an eternity to me anyway."
"I know that feeling..."
Sirius brought James closer to him, a smirk growing on his face. "You know...The best cure for being unhappy is to flip that around."
James looked up to Sirius' eyes, and though he was a bit blurry, he could still make out that infamous glint. "Do you mean..?"
Sirius simply nodded. "If you wish to."
"I do, I do!"
"Then let's go." Sirius grabbed ahold of James' hand, and as they exited the Dormitory, they found themselves in the Prefect Bathroom instead of the hallway down to the Common Room. James wasn't aware of the change, but he hugged Sirius tightly.
"Are you-" He was cut off by lips to his own, and an arm snaking around his waist. He was falling to the floor and Sirius was falling atop him. As he continued to be kissed, James felt a throbbing item rubbing up against his thigh, causing a shivering moan to await release. His lips were quickly parted, and the moan was released into Sirius' mouth. The hands of the other boy were quick at work, and within a minute, James was naked. He began to pant, pushing his body against Sirius' in an attempt to release some deeper feelings. James looked over as best he could to see Sirius, but to his surprise, the boy was already naked as well.
His lips were quickly left to dry as Sirius kissed softly down his neck, nipping at the nape that resided there. James' head made gentle contact with the tile floor, a chill running over him. He went to move his arms, but with an odd problem, he found he couldn't. He opened his eyes and tried to move his legs, but he couldn't move those either. He began to panic, sweat escaping from his pores. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He could, however make noises, and he did just that once he felt Sirius' tongue on his length.
His body was screaming at him to move, but he couldn't, and he didn't know why. As Sirius lowered his mouth to engulf James' lower half, he gasped again, throatier than the last time. As Sirius began his way down James, one of his hands reached upward on the soft, milky skin, stopping at a nipple. He pinched it, and the young boy cried out. He stuttered until he could finally speak.
"S-sirius! Be more gentle, please!"
As Sirius finished at the bottom, he bit his way back up, causing the boy to cry out more. He finally removed himself from the engorged member, peering straight into James' eyes. The light haired boy's heart sank all the way to his stomach. It wasn't Sirius...It was Snape. But he was just kissing Sirius! He knew it was him! Were his eyes just playing tricks?
"S-sirius?" He lifted his head up.
"Sirius is a little busy at the moment, Potter." James knew now by the voice that this person was definitely not Sirius, but Snape for sure. Snape's hand reached around James' length, his smirk growing as he squeezed rather hard.
James winced and his body struck to move, but to no avail. "Agh!" he cried out weakly, panting and almost near crying at the same time. He didn't know why his arms and legs wouldn't move, and he was sweating even more than before.
"H-how?" he asked, somewhat between pain and ecstasy.
"Polyjuice Potion," Snape stated, squeezing his hand a little tighter which caused James to wince once more. "I guess it wore off."
"B-but, you were supposed to be suspended!"
"Bingo...Aren't you the smart one? James...I had one of my little 'friends' take a bit of my potion...That was the Snape that you saw earlier...The one who was suspended...He'll be payed in kind. I happened to catch a few of Sirius' hairs in our last little meeting, which worked perfectly. I must play a great Sirius for you to think it's me."
"J-just shut up!" James growled, his panting calming slightly, but Snape squeezed the member yet again, making the boy finally cry out. "H-how could you?! Why would you?!"
"I told you I wasn't done with you."
"But that w-was the other Snape? Wasn't it?"
"Rehearsed lines, Potter...Get with the program...But, back to the important things...I believe I was..." Without finishing his sentence, Snape shot his head back down and encased his lips over the head of James' member, sucking hard on it.
The boy's body was telling him to writhe and twist, but he was immobile. All he could do was cry out angrily and painfully. Snape continued his assaults on James' member until he finally got a softer pace. He knew James was reaching climax, simply because his mouth was flooded with saliva and foreign substances that came from James. He began to graze his teeth up and down, his pace enticingly slow. James growled angrily, trying to move.
All that did was make the feeling worse. His mind was telling him to feel pleasured, but all he could feel was pain. His length was beginning to pulse now, and his whole body shuddered. Within seconds, Snape had arrived at the tip and was sucking at it furiously. He finally got James to release, the bittersweet liquid flowing down his throat. As Snape pulled his mouth away, a little of James' inner essence dribbled down his lips.
"Oops," he said quietly, lifting a finger to catch the liquid. Once it was on his finger, he moved it closer to James' mouth. The boy shook his head crazily in an attempt to stop it, but he failed, and ended up with the liquid on his lips. He sputtered out in frustration.
"Stop it already! Please! Snape, Please!"
"Begging already, Potter? If you wish it so..." Snape's smirk widened as he lifted James' unanimated legs over his shoulders, a wand seemingly appearing out of nowhere, into his hand.
"Lubricus," he stated softly, pointing to his own painfully stiff member. After the words, his length was covered in a sweet-smelling, cool liquid that stayed upon him. He lowered himself to James' entrance, prodding at it teasingly.
James cried out in almost every thought emotion. He couldn't handle this! It was becoming too much. He yelled for help, but for some reason, he felt as if he wouldn't get any. They were in a bathroom...
Snape, whilst the boy cried out, rammed himself full force into James, causing the boy to choke in pain. His eyes closed and rolled to the back of his head, as well as his body shifted slightly. Snape's motions were hard and forceful, too much for James' soft self. He wanted Sirius more than anything right now.
"Sirius!!!" He cried out weakly, grunting in pain every time Snape thrusted into him. "Sirius, H-Hel-P me!"
"He can't hear you, Potter, he's too busy with Remus!" Snape stopped his motions for just a moment to see the boy's facial expression. Upon his face lied a cruel, sickening smirk.
James panted loudly, closing his eyes. "NO! Sirius wouldn't leave me for Remus! He told me he loves ME!" James' eyes were shut tight.
Snape chuckled sinisterly. "Oh really? Well, he'd be here if he loved you, and he'd STOP me." With that last grunted word, Snape began to thrust into James harder now, the young boy's whole body moving when it happened.
James felt as if someone was shoving a brick into him, it hurt so bad. He felt stretched out, and with every thrust, he felt like he was going to throw up. He began to cry now, tears falling down his face. The salty water stained his face as more fell, his head hitting the tile floor. He finally gave in and bit his lip, in an attempt to stop his shouts.
Snape took this as a challenge. Pushing himself harder and harder into the boy, he now grasped ahold of the young one's member. He began to squeeze hard and stroke up and down, all the while thrusting painfully hard into James. Determined not to make any more noise, James kept his lip bit and his eyes shut, but the tears were welling up. He finally gave in with an earth-shattering scream of pain. A small, red liquid began to ooze from James' behind. Snape stopped at the scream, looking down to James' lower half. He noticed the blood and his soul-less smirk grew wider. "You like it that much you're losing it from BOTH ends? Jeez, if I knew you liked it so rough, I think I'd tell Sirius."
He began to thrust harder now, his body so weak and in pain that he couldn't even feel he was getting stroked once more. His second, more loose climax was rising, and his cries of pain drowned the slaps of skin to skin. When he finally reached the final edge, he fell into the climax, releasing all over his chest.
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James was shifting over the bed frantically, crying out weakly from his dreams. His eyes were tear stained, and with a startled jump, he woke up in a heavy sweat. He cried out loudly, both in pain and fear, simply because of what just happened to him. All he could do was curl up to his knees as the tears began to fall once more. He rocked back and forth until running footsteps were heard outside the door. Within a second Remus and Peter were standing there, along with a couple of other Gryffindors.
"James?! What in bloody hell happened!?" Remus exclaimed, running over to his friend. "Are you alright?!"
Everyone went to walk in to crowd around James, but Peter kept them back, herding them all back to the Common Room, shutting the door behind him. Remus set a hand on James' shoulder, but it was smacked away and James cried out again, backing up to the headboard. He was panting, as well.
"L-leave me alone, Snape!"
"Snape? He's not here, James! Calm down, don't worry!" Remus extended his hand again, and this time, James peered over his knees toward the hand. It was blurry.
Frantically searching to his right, he grabbed ahold of his glasses and fidgeted to put them on. Once he could see properly, he looked at Remus deeply. He wasn't quite sure if that was Remus, or if it was Snape with a PolyJuice Potion.
"Is it...R-really you, Remus?"
"Yes, it is, James. Do you need proof, my friend?" Remus crawled onto the bed slowly, as to not spook James. He drug down the side of the fabric hem of his neck, revealing a light scar.
James studied it before he finally fell into Remus' arms, curling up and trembling.
"What happened, James?" Remus asked worriedly, gulping. "Have a nightmare, did you?"
James weakly nodded from Remus' lap, his trembling lowering and his panting decreasing as well. He pushed himself up toward Remus' chest, where he layed his head. His eyes were tear stained still, and his whole body felt violated...But it didn't really happen, right?
"I did..." he stuttered out, the last tremble he had within him escaping with a sigh. "It...Snape...Snape raped me."
Remus' eyes went wide. "He did WHAT?!"
"He...H-he raped me." James reached a hand upward and wiped some drying tears from his eye. "It was so painful, Remus...Aren't dreams not supposed to hurt?"
"I...I honestly don't know, James." Remus began to run a hand through James' hair to comfort the boy.
"D-do you think he'd do that to me?"
How was Remus supposed to answer that question? He hardly knew Snape, and he hardly knew what the hell the guy was thinking, much less cared. But for the simple fact James would freak out if he replied with "yes, he wants to jump your bones" instead of "no, he would never do that, he's not that mean." It was settled then.
"No, he would never do that. He isn't that mean."
James smiled and sniffled lightly, hugging the werewolf boy weakly. "Thanks, Remus. I feel so much better now..."
"Not at all, James. I hope you DO feel better...Now, do you want me to stay in here, or do you want to rest some more?"
"Stay here. Please. I hate to admit it, but I'm...really scared." James felt so ashamed to say that. He was supposed to be Mr. Hero, afraid of nothing...
"I'll stay here. Don't be afraid to admit what you're feeling." If only Remus followed his own advice, then this might have never happened.
"Thanks again, Remus."
"Don't worry about it, James. Now, go to sleep while I stay here."
"Y-you sure, Remus?" James looked up to Remus with a soft smile, setting his head on the young werewolf's shoulder.
"Positive. Now, get some sleep. Good night, Prongs."
"'Night, Moony."
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Author's Note: Now, before you start thinking I hate James because of what I wrote, I just wanna state he's my favorite character ^_^! I don't like young Snape much...So he's all evil and stuff. This was the spawn of random thinkings, erm...The dream scene was. James'll be having a lot of them...^^;;; Review, please!