MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING
by The Goblet


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Chapter 23

Peter had been in the bathroom for quite some time. He had removed all his clothes and recast another cleansing charm on himself, cleaning both inside and out, before sitting down on the closed toilet seat.

He pulled out the vial of Polyjuice, and the envelope which held Snape's hair. Peter took a glass from the vanity and placed the hair into the bottom of it. He tipped the contents of the vial into the glass, and threw the empty container into the rubbish bin.

And then stared at the concoction: apprehensive about the taste, and about the transformation. He thought about Rodolphus, waiting for him on the balcony; waiting to shag him.

Taking a deep breath, he held his nose and drank down the Polyjuice.


Regulus led his brother and the half-blood down the alley which ran behind the Hog's Head inn. "Shh! Don't startle them," he whispered, as they approached Rodolphus' rooms. The cannonball the half-blood was dragging around was making a racket as it was dragged, bouncing, along the cobblestones.

Rodolphus had assured Pettigrew that he had placed an obscuring charm over his balcony. He had done so, only it didn't stop people seeing them, it stopped Wormtail seeing anyone below.

Sirius pulled out his wand and detached the cannonball from Remus' ankle. As a precaution he also cast a silencing charm around them.

"Up there," Regulus advised, pointing a finger up to where Rodolphus was standing.

The two Gryffindors looked up and saw the elder LeStrange brother standing on one of the first-floor balconies several meters in front of them. His hands were buried in the hair of a person kneeling at his feet. The dark-haired man was pleasuring LeStrange; fairly successfully, if his moans and thrusts were any indication.

The balcony was only a foot above Sirius' head, closed in on three sides by a wrought iron railing, and backed by Hog's Head inn itself. From where they stood, the trio had a good view of the two men engaged in their sexual activity. Rodolphus, himself, was leaning against one of the side railings, facing the three interlopers. The person at his feet had his back to them.

Remus gaze slid down from Rodolphus' face to find a very familiar head buried in the other man's crotch. Granted, he couldn't see the other man's face, but his hair was an exact match to Severus'. He gasped.

Upon hearing Remus' gasp, Sirius tore his gaze away from Rodolphus' blissful face and stared at the man servicing him.

"Maybe it's not him," he whispered gently, taking Remus' hand and giving it a light squeeze. "It could be someone else with black, greasy hair."

"Your brother said it was," Remus replied in a flat voice.

"He could have been mistaken. We can't see his face."

Remus shook his head. "It's him, I know it." He turned to start walking down the alley, in the direction they had come.

Sirius grabbed at him. "Stay. At least until we know for certain that it is him."

Remus allowed himself to be pulled back to his former position. There were tears in his eyes. He didn't want to tell Sirius that he could smell Severus. That Severus' scent was even stronger than usual, because he was aroused: because he was enjoying the sexual stimulation.

Remus sniffled, grateful that his nose was blocking up so that he didn't have to smell Severus anymore.

"Severussssss," Rodolphus moaned out loud, his thrusts becoming stronger as he plundered the other man's mouth.

Sirius tightened his grip on Remus' hand. "There's still a chance that it is not him," he whispered to his friend. Remus glared at him through his tears. "He may just be saying it…" Sirius tried to explain. It was a dumb explanation, but he had to believe it. Snape would never cheat on Remus. Never. Would he?

He looked back up at the balcony where Rodolphus was buried balls deep down the cock-sucker's throat. Evidentially, he had achieved orgasm and was emptying himself into the other man's face.

Once he had recovered, he pulled himself out of the suckling mouth, and moved to pick up a goblet from inside the door.

The two Gryffindors walked further down the alley to get a look at the dark-haired man who had been pleasuring him. The other man had remained kneeling on the ground as Rodolphus drank from the goblet. His eyes closed; his lips swollen and red; a smile plastered on his face.

It was Severus Snape.

"Told you," whispered Regulus.

The werewolf looked up at the balcony, where Severus was kneeling, in full view of whoever may pass. He wasn't even wearing the choker Remus had given him. He had removed it before offering himself to a fellow Slytherin.

"Severus Snape the Slytherin Slut," Remus murmured to himself.

"Bastard!" he screamed up at the balcony, before turning and running down the alley.


Sirius stood, stunned at his friend's outburst, before following a moment later.

"Remus, wait!" Sirius called once they reached the High Street. The werewolf slowed down to a stop outside Honeydukes Sweetshop.

Sirius pulled him into his arms, and held him tight.

"H-h-he made a f-f-fool out of m-me," sobbed Remus as he collapsed into his friend's arms in tears.

"He made a fool out of everyone," Sirius murmured, rubbing large circles on Remus' back.

Remus hiccupped as Sirius soothed him and slowly pulled away, the pain in his eyes evident. "Now I know what he meant when he said that he had plans tonight," he said inaudibly.

Remus collapsed on the cobblestones in a heap, crying openly.

Sirius crouched beside him, trying to comfort him as much as he could. Eventually, sitting on the street beside his friend, he hauled him into his lap.

"Do you want me to call the wedding off?" he asked softly.

Remus shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

The werewolf nodded.

"Are you still going to marry him?" Sirius asked, confused. Remus wanted to marry Severus even though he was unfaithful?

"No," Remus murmured, snivelling. "I will make a fool out of him, as he has made a fool out of me," he snarled angrily. "And I'll do it at the ceremony, when he would have done it to me."

Sirius pulled Remus into a tight hug. "As I helped you win him back, it will be my pleasure to help you disgrace him," he vowed.

"Thank you Padfoot."

Regulus smiled as he overheard those last few words. His plan had worked brilliantly.


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