A/N: Sorry the update has been so slow in coming… *hides head in shame* I have a stupid sinus infection and my wisdom teeth are absolutely *killing* me. I can barely open my mouth, (do you know how hard it is NOT to yawn?) I can't chew, and it itches and hurts and I want to just DIE. And when I'm feeling crappy, my Muses shut down and I don't want to post something mediocre, you know? Plus I've been busy. Anyway, the theme song is "You Look So Fine", by Garbage. I modified it a bit.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's JKR's. If you don't, it's mine. (This includes the plot, and a few OC's because we don't really know that many characters from the Marauders era.)
You Look So Fine, by Garbage (Modified a bit)
You look so fine
I want to break your heart
And give you mine
You're taking me over
It's so insane
You've got me tethered and chained
I hear your name
And I'm falling over
I'm not like all the other girls
I can't take it like the other girls
I won't share it like the other girls
That you used to know
You look so fine
Knocked down
Cried out
Been down just to find out
I'm through
Bleeding for you
I'm open wide
I want to take you home
We'll waste some time
You're the only one for me
You look so fine
I'm like the desert tonight
Leave her behind
If you want to show me
I'm not like all the other boys
I won't take it like the other boys
I won't fake it like the other boys
That you used to know
You're taking me over
Over and over
I'm falling over
Over and over
You're taking me over
Drown in me one more time
Hide inside me tonight
Do what you want to do
Just pretend happy end
Let me know let it show
Ending with letting go
Let's pretend, happy end
"Merlin… can you imagine the look on Snape's face when he waked up in the morning?" asked Sirius, with a laugh, as they left the Gryffindor common room under James' invisibility cloak.
"Yes, Padfoot, now shut up! It's past curfew and Filch is roaming about! Do you want to be caught before we even pull the prank?" James chided in a hushed voice.
The four Marauders quietly made their way down to the p?dungeons.
Peter surreptitiously stole a look in Remus' direction. He looked so… fine… with his messy sand-colored hair haphazardly pulled into a ponytail, his mouth creased in a smile, and his golden eyes gleaming with mischief. Peter completely forgot about his one objective ("DON'T YOU DARE LOSE THE MAP!") and was oblivious to everything except the werewolf beside him. He didn't even realize it when they reached the Slytherin common room.
"Hey… Earth to Wormtail…" whispered Sirius, using a Muggle phrase he had often heard Lily, James' girlfriend, use. He continued, waving a hand in front of Peter's face. "Snap out of it man, we need the password."
Peter shook his head and remembered that, as a rat in his Animagus form, he was the one who always got the Slytherin password when their Marauding took them in that direction… which was quite often.
"Serpent Requiem." (A/N: I love that word!)
The portrait of the runespoor swung forward, and the Gryffindors entered, making their way towards the seventh year boys' dormitory.
They crept in and found Victor Crabbe, Gabe Goyle, Stefan MacNair, and Severus Snape all asleep in their respective beds. Lucius Malfoy and Damien Zabini were most likely in the beds of the flavors of the week, as they were the resident playboys.
Remus quickly cast several charms on Snape, while James and Sirius performed a bit of transfiguration.
Severus now had silky, clean, shoulder-length red hair, tied back with a satin gold ribbon, and was wearing a gold lame (A/N: pronounced LAH-may) button-up shirt, tight scarlet leather pants, and scarlet cowboy boots. He wouldn't be able to change his clothing, and if he tried to hide it with his robes, they would literally run away screaming. He also would be unable to change his hair, and would speak with a "Flamer's Lisp." The changes would last for a full twenty-four hours.
Peter felt bad for Severus; if they would do this to a guy that they knew was straight by reputation, what would they do to him, a true homo?
James jerked Peter out of his reverie and dragged him out of the room. They were on their way to Gryffindor Tower when they saw Filch picking up an old piece of parchment.
"What's this, my sweet?" he asked his highly annoying cat, Mrs. Norris. "Looks like a plain piece of parchment to me… Damn kids littering about… Not as if I don't have enough work to do, keeping this castle clean…"
Mrs. Norris meowed loudly as if to let her master know that his find was much more than what he thought.
Filch looked around to see if the owner was near so he could nab them and have them tell him exactly what secrets the parchment held. He was a Squib and could do no magic to find out for himself.
Just when the greasy Caretaker was about to give up, Professor Rasputin, Head of Slytherin, walked by.
"And what have you got there, Filch?" he asked in a disgustingly slimy and arrogant voice.
"Found it on the ground here. My instincts tell me it's highly dangerous."
Rasputin snatched the parchment from the other man and inspected it, before finally tapping it with his wand and commanding it to show itself.
The parchment, however, crumpled up into the shape of a mouth and blew a loud, wet raspberry in the Professor's direction.
Professor Rasputin threw the parchment at Filch and stalked off, looking for a student to take his wrath out upon. Filch gleefully confiscated it and hurried to his office.
James, Sirius, and Remus glared angrily at Peter, before stealing the rest of the way to Gryffindor Tower.
Once inside the common room, James turned to the fat blonde boy, seething with rage.
"All I asked you to do was to hold onto the map! And now you've gone and lost it for us! What if I hadn't wiped it before handing it to you? Huh? GODS, Peter, we can't trust you with anything!" he yelled, before stomping up the stairs to their room.
Remus and Sirius threw him another murderous glare each, before following after James.
Peter sighed before crossing to the right wall of the room and tapped a slight indentation in the wall with his wand, saying "Cavaliere", revealing a large, intricately carved cherry wood door. Peter stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. The door immediately disappeared. Peter looked at the familiar surroundings, still in awe at the beauty, even though he and the other Marauders had discovered it in their fourth year. It was decorated in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw colors, and a life-size portrait of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw on their wedding day hung over the king-size four-poster bed. The floor was covered in a plush scarlet and gold Persian rug, and the fireplace blazed with a magical flame that never went out. On the opposite wall was beautiful floor-to-ceiling bay window, which was hidden from view on the outside of the castle. From it, hung heavy velvet midnight blue drapes, tied off with a copper-colored rope. Peter sighed and sat down on the soft feather bed, resolving to spend the night in the secret room. He knew there was no way he could sleep in the dorm while the rest of the Marauders were so angry with him.
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Remus came toward him, a seductive glint in his amber eyes, and placed a light kiss on his forehead. The werewolf's bare skin was glowing in the soft light from the crescent moon flowing in from the night sky outside.
Remus bent down and nipped at Peter's shoulder, before coming back up and taking his mouth in a hot, searing kiss. Remus' tongue explored Peter's mouth, massaging his tongue, gently moving along the crevices… Peter groped for something to hang on to, as his knees were going weak and he didn't know how much longer he could stand without support. He gasped when Remus grabbed his hand and guided it to his erection.
Peter moaned and lightly stroked the other boy's staff up and down, causing Remus to break the kiss and cry out with pleasure. Peter whimpered at the loss of contact with Remus' already bruised lips, but was silenced with a kiss.
Remus took Peter's hand and led him to the bed, gently laying him down upon it. He ran his tongue along Peter's pale, soft skin, from his neck, all the way to the tip of his manhood, lapping at the tiny bit of salty liquid it was beginning to secrete. He began the journey back up to Peter's lonely, open mouth, and their lips connected again with passion.
Remus grabbed the thick potion from the bedside table and coated his shaft with it, before spreading and lifting Peter's legs, and easing into him.
Peter's eyes opened wide at the invasion, but soon closed them again as he was immersed in ecstasy with each thrust.
Peter could feel something building up inside of him… something big, pleading for release. It built and built, until, suddenly, his climax came, seconds before Remus', leaving them both exhausted and tingling with the remnants of rapture.
Peter shot up in the bed, feeling something wet and sticky surrounding him, and groaned when he discovered what it was, remembering the dream… the amazingly clear, detailed, lust-filled, and all too real dream…
He quickly cast a Cleaning charm, before lying down and *trying* to get another couple of hours of sleep before breakfast time.
A/N: So how was that scene? I'm not the greatest at writing lemons, sorry… Poor Peter! It wasn't even real… Anyway, if you would like to be added to my Updates mailing list, please leave your email address in your review, or email me at GoddessofRequiem@aol.com. COOKIE TIME!
Caytin Lowe: I don't like Peter either. I'm mostly writing this story for the allegory. And of course I'm out of the ordinary… Out of the ordinary is squared away man… LOL
Angelxd14: Thanks Princess Anna! And yes, water works are ahead. YOU ROCK! ~Queen Alexa
Dark Comet: Yeah, I don't really like Peter. Never have, but I do kind of feel sorry for him when I'm writing this. Thanks for the review!
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