Chapter Three

Sirius spent the rest of the week trying to think of a way to get back at Romulus. Remus hadn't wanted any part in the revenge, though he was touched greatly by Sirius' determination to stand up for him. Remus just didn't want any trouble, and more than anything, he wanted to avoid his brother as much as possible. Sirius understood this, which is why he could be found on the night before his boyfriend's birthday, discussing various plans with James. He and Peter had actually not been all that surprised to hear that he and Remus were dating, and were more than happy to support their friends.

"Look, Sirius, maybe if you told me why you want to get revenge against Romulus, I could come up with a decent plan!" James said in exasperation. They were sitting on James' bed in their dorm, James staring at a model Quidditch field, trying to focus on tomorrow's game against Hufflepuff. Sirius, true to his word to Remus, hadn't told anyone what they'd discussed last week.

Sirius sighed. "I can't, Prongs. It really isn't my thing to tell. Just trust me when I say that someone needs to put that bloody git in his place. And that someone is going to be me, whether you help me or not."

James looked up at his friend, and took in the angry yet determined expression on his face. "All right, I'll help you. But it'll have to wait a while. We've got practice in a few minutes, and you know Prewett will go crazy if you're late again." Sirius nodded, and the two of them left the tower together after gathering up their Quidditch equipment.

Remus was walking back to Gryffindor Tower from the library, trying not to think about tomorrow, when he felt someone grab onto him from behind, pulling him into a dark corner. Out of surprise, he dropped the books he'd been carrying and cried out as he was slammed against the wall. Remus felt the blood drain from his face as he saw who his attacker was. His brother, along with two of his Ravenclaw friends, Michael Jackson and Daniel Roberts. Both were big and burly (think Crabbe and Goyle type guys), and surprisingly stupid for Ravenclaws.

"Why, hello little brother," Romulus said, leering at him.

"What do you want, Romulus?" Remus asked, while slowly moving his hand inside his robes to get his wand.

Romulus, along with his friends, chuckled darkly. "Just wanted to confirm a few rumors, Remus. I heard you were dating that traitor, Black. Is that true, little brother?"

Remus' eyes narrowed. "Yes, it is. Why do you care?" Remus looked around for any sign of someone coming their way as he felt his brother's grip on his robes tighten.

"I just don't want you to get hurt, brother," Romulus said, his eyes glittering maliciously. Remus snorted. "Besides, you're not allowed to date anyone. You already belong to someone, brother." Romulus spat, pushing Remus against the wall even more.

Remus was confused, and not a little bit afraid. "What do you mean, I already belong to someone?" He asked, still reaching for his wand.

Romulus grabbed his hands, holding them above his head. He put his face very close to Remus'. "I thought you knew, Remus. You're mine," he growled. Remus was taken by surprise as his brother pushed into him suddenly, kissing him forcefully and possessively. Remus struggled, but Romulus' friends held him down. He was starting to get a little lightheaded from lack of breath.

Finally, Romulus relented. He took a step back from Remus, still keeping a firm grip on his robes. Eying his younger brother lustfully, Romulus smirked. "That's just a taste of what you'll get tomorrow, brother. Don't forget our little deal, okay? Oh, and I hope you don't mind, Remus, but I promised my friends here a piece of you, too."

Remus struggled even more as his brother released him, but the other two boys were much stronger than he was. He gasped in shock as Jackson unzipped his pants and grabbed his crotch. He was about to cry out when Roberts began kissing him painfully hard, and Remus knew he was going to be bruised. The boys continued groping him for a few more minutes, Romulus watching in satisfaction all the while.

"I think that's enough, guys. You'll get to do whatever you want tomorrow, after all." Romulus said, with a bright smile as he turned to leave. His friends followed, both looking lustfully at the sandy-haired fifth year Gryffindor as he slumped against the wall in pain.

What am I going to do? Remus thought in anguish, fighting off tears, as he pulled himself together and returned to his common room.

A/N: Sorry this is so short, I'll try to make it longer next time!