Lustful Lupin
NOTES: ... yes... hm... sorry I was out, I explained in chapter 7, if you're confused about the new content. As said before, I had no idea where LL was running off to, so, I decided (after so freakin' long XD;;;) to post the rejects anyway. Sorry to those who left those e-mails... :( Didn't mean to waste your time...
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The night was pure and the skies illuminated slightly by the full moon that rose over the mountains. The great orb reflected the lake, painting the giant squid silver as it slept near the surface. Hogwarts castle seemed to sleep, but its grounds were very much alive.
A large black dog shot across the silver-green lawns, barking all the way as a large stag leapt gracefully after him. Clinging to the stag's stubble tail was a rat, which clung for dear life, squeaking as he came to a halting stop near a great tree.
The dog wagged his tail excitedly as he dodged an uppercut from the great willow. The Whomping Willow, that is.
The dog barked as though it was signal, and the rat jumped from the stag's tail running towards the tree, which flailed its thick branches at the stag.
The animal danced away, as though teasing the tree, and the Willow shook its leaves, making rude gestures.
The rat squeaked triumphantly as he pushed a not near the tree's roots. The Whomping Willow stopped thrashing immediately and the dog shot forward, barking happily, as he descended into a large hole in the roots. The stag followed as did the rat.
The Willow lashed about again, realizing no one was there, stopped and shook angrily.
The dog panted as he trotted through the tunnel, the stag following with a prancing echo of his hooves. The rat scuttled ahead, jumping onto the dog's back. Finally they came to their destination, a large hole that led into an old broken down manner near the Hogsmeade:
The Shrieking Shack.
Yipping with joy, the dog leapt through the hole and entered the Shack. He sniffed about, looking around for the werewolf that was supposed to meet them there. He trotted around, his nails making tiny tapping noises on the wooden floors of the dusty Shack. He smelled the wolf, but the scent was several days old. Blinking, he looked over at the stag questionably.
The stag strained his ears, listening for the heavy breathing of a werewolf, the soft pound of heavy, thick paws. He heard nothing. He walked around as well, looking into one of the open doors of Shack that lead into a kitchen. It smelled of mold, but not of wolf. He looked back over to the dog with a sort of shrug.
Both animals looked towards the rat, who nodded, hopping off of the dog's back, and sprinted up the stairs. The rat scuttled around sniffing the upper floors of the Shack, checking rooms, bathrooms, closets, and even the attic. He sprinted back, standing on his hind legs, front paws cleaning themselves out of rat habit, and shook his head.
With a tiny pop, Sirius Black took the place of the large black dog. He stood from the ground dusting his black robes off.
Another pop and James Potter took the place of the stag and mimicked Sirius.
And a final pop, and Peter Pettigrew took the place of the rat.
"I don't get it," Sirius said scratching his head. "Where's Moony? It is a full moon right?"
"Duh, that's why it's shining round through the window." James said sarcastically adjusting his glasses.
"Then where's Remus?" Peter repeated the question already asked.
There was a pause.
"Do you suppose…" Peter gulped. "he never made it? To the Shack I mean?"
"Don't be daft, of course he made it!" Sirius said. "I mean, Madam Pomfrey escorts him here, doesn't she?"
James nodded, "Yeah, so he'd have no problem getting here."
"Suppose he's out already having fun?" Sirius wondered.
(insert sweatdrop here) "Sirius, if you didn't have black hair I'd totally mistake you for Jessica Simpson." James said (Jessica was a ditzy Hufflepuff blonde girl who dated this Ravenclaw named Nick Lachey (Lah-Shay) (they pronounced it Lah-Chi).
"Huh?" He blinked. "Sorry, I don't eat buffalo…"
And James tested the anime-fall. "OW!"
"We should go find him," Peter said.
"Good idea," James recovered quickly. With three small pops, the animals returned slipping back through the Shack's secret entrance.
The Willow flailed angrily as the trio shot through the entrance, making threats in its own tree way.
Silently, the animals agreed to meet back at the Whomping Willow before sunrise if their wolf friend could not be found.
The rat took the grounds, checking any hole or burrow he could find that could hold a werewolf.
The dog headed for the Hogsmeade, searching the town as a friendly stray.
Finally, the stag took the Forbidden Forest, galloping and leaping in search for any sign for dear Moony.
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Inside the sleeping castle the sleepless took their insomniac into the Library, where Severus Snape happened to be studying his OWLs. He had been up passed midnight, for he had befriended the librarian and she allowed him to study here for as long as he wished. And Argus Filch, the caretaker, couldn't do a thing about it.
The night was quiet, the Library dark, only one floating candle illuminating a single chaired round table which Snape sat at. A book propped open in front of him ("OWLs: Passing for Dummies") he read without much thought, and the occasional turn of the page.
He read for hours, half-lidded eyes scanning the pages speedily. He paused for a moment to rest his eyes, listening to nothing but the dark which breathed heavily in his ear, "Hello, Severus…"
Snape jumped, nearly falling from his chair. He turned around quickly to meet gold, shining eyes- the eyes of none other then-
"Lupin!" Snape gasped accidentally knocking his book from the table.
"Hello Sevvy…" Remus repeated huskily, licking his lips seductively. "What brings you here?"
Snape blushed a deep scarlet, leaving the chair and picking up the book. "S-studying," he said gulping. "OWLs…"
"Oh," Remus sounded bored, but his eyes still flashed, reflecting shimmering gold as the floating candle's flame danced about.
"Couldn't sleep," Snape muttered placing the book face down on the table. He cleared his throat.
"You're boring me," Remus said suddenly, lying on his stomach atop the table, his chin propped up on his hands, and a sinister smile on his face which flashed, cold, white fangs.
"S-sorry?" Snape said, unsure of what to say.
"Don't apologize," Remus said, well, more demanded then anything else. Snape clenched his jaw shut instantly.
The young werewolf smiled again looking rather satisfied about something. Remus's eyes glimmered, "Come here."
And Snape obeyed like a lapdog (or a house elf on a leash, depends on where you're from).
Remus sat up, swinging his legs over the table's edge. He grinned mischievously, playing with Snape's tie.
"W-what a-a-are you doing?" Snape stuttered, turning redder.
"Don't talk," Remus ordered (Snape shut his mouth again). He smiled, "Play with me."
The Slytherin's eyes widened considerably finding himself immobile. It was like he was under a stunning spell.
Smiling still, Remus undid the tie and tossed it aside, dropping the robe that covered the stubborn dress shirt he wore. He looked up at Snape, who still looked shocked.
"What's the matter Severus?" Remus said with a playful pout, unbuttoning the shirt.
Snape shook his head, finally coming back to his senses. He backed away, nearly falling over. "What are you doing!" he hissed, still red.
A seductive smile graced Remus's lips as he moved from the table, walking slowly towards the disgruntled Slytherin.
Shirt open, tie missing, all Snape could do was back away. He fell backward nearly hitting a shelf, scrambling back against a wall. It was dark, he breathed heavily, and no other exits were presented to him.
Still Remus advanced, the floating candle following obediently. Looming over Snape with the same smile, Remus knelt beside him, swinging a leg over his hips and straddling the Slytherin.
"What's wrong?" Remus breathed into his ear. "Don't you want me?"
Snape shivered as Remus's hands traced circles on his chest. Snape couldn't truly answer, his mind screaming no, his body screaming yes.
The Slytherin gulped, complying with his body's pleas, "Y-yes…"
Another smile, "Good…"
The belt was undone and Remus's fingers penetrated the latex of Snape's boxers, still Snape couldn't move. He felt himself harden, gasping as Remus's hips ground with his own.
The Slytherin suppressed a moan.
"You're a virgin…" Remus said suddenly, his smile broadened. "Even better."
He blew out the candle.
"Don't worry, Severus." He lifted Snape's hand to his face, letting the teen caress his cheek, before turning his tongue to his palm, licking to the tip of his fingers.
"Wolfie doesn't bite… hard."
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(Stares at your open mouth)
Hm… not pretty, I suppose… You can see WHY I rejected this in the first place, don't you? There's truly no excuse for this, but please… have the heart to review. XD;;;
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