Disclaimer: Don't own. 'Nuff said.

Author's Note: I made a very stupid mistake in the last chapter. I wrote a dream sequence without a single thought in mind as to what it was going to mean. I was watching medium and I thought I'd stick one in there… I'll bring out my old 'dream dictionary' to help figure it out.

The Tales of Werewolves
Realizations Aren't Always Good

Dom's eyes snapped open. He was breathing shakily and his palms were sweaty and also shaking.

"Afternoon."

He rolled over and saw Sirius sitting cross-legged on his bed.

"Have a good sleep?"

Dom realized he mustn't have been tossing and turning. He shook his head.

"No. Not really." His voice was shaking slightly. Sirius stood and walked over, perching himself on the side on the bed.

"Dream?"

"Yeah. It was really weird. I should really read Harry's dream book about what it meant."

"Later." Sirius said firmly "Go have a bath in the prefects bathroom. Relaxation's guaranteed."

"You sound like an advertisement."

"Yeah." Sirius leaned back and lay on the bed, stretching his hands above his head. His top came up exposing his stomach slightly. There were bruises.

He saw Dom looking at them, and quickly covered his stomach again. He cleared his throat.

Dom saw that Sirius didn't want to talk about it. "Why didn't you comment about the colour of my eyes?" he asked.

Sirius shrugged. "Figured you didn't want to talk about them. They are unusual."

Dom avoided his gaze and after a second of not moving he reached over to grab his glasses again. Sirius rested his had on Dom's halfway.

"Don't… Your eyes are unusual, but they're also beautiful. So deep, and warm. Comforting, almost… And…" he leaned in. "Hypnotic."

Their lips barely brushed against each other. Dom smiled "And you thought I was a tease." He muttered. Sirius chuckled, still looking into Dom's pools of wine.

Dom leant forward and kissed Sirius deeply. While the true Gryffindor's lips were lightly scared, Dom's were warm and as soft as silk. Their tongue's brushed for a moment before Sirius pulled back.

He beamed brightly. "I think I've got my libido back."

Dom looked down at Sirius' pants and raised an eyebrow. "I think you do too."

Harry sat on a chair in Draco's classroom facing the desk, where the blonde was correcting work. He took out his wand and twirled it between his fingers for a bit, before aiming at his long hair.

He pulled his hair tie down a bit, and then muttering an easy charm, he cut off his ponytail, letting his (now just above shoulder length) hair flow freely.

"Draco, what do you think?"

Draco looked up and smiled. "It looks very sexy, love, but why did you cut it."

"No idea." He shrugged. "Felt like a change." Draco laughed.

"Fair enough. It's a good change."

Harry smiled and his gaze drifted to the caldron. "Draco, do you want a girl or a boy?"

"I'll be happy with a monkey as long as it's ours."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Draco."

He shook his head. "I don't know which one I want. I'll be more then happy with either, or both… I already know what it is anyway. The potion's very thick, which means it a… Are you ready for it?"

Harry nodded enthusiastically.

"A girl."

Harry beamed.

A smile crept across Draco's face. "Any ideas for names?" He cleared his throat to try to cover his excited tone. "It could happen anytime, so we'd better be prepared, you know."

Harry snorted, walked over, and sat on Draco's desk. "No. Do you have any names?"

Draco looked at the 'Black-Haired Beauty' (as he had dubbed him). "I like Greek names."

Nodding Harry looked into Draco's eyes. "I'd like to name her after a flower… Like my mum's."

A small nod was the response. "Rose?" Draco suggested, but it was shot down. "…Jasmine?"

Harry smiled brightly. "I like that. Jasmine. It's a beautiful name, but didn't you want a Greek name?"

"I can live with Jasmine. I love that name, and I'm the one who suggested it."

"I love it too. If you're sure you can 'live with it', then it'll be Jasmine." Draco nodded and Harry held his hand. "What about the middle name being Greek?"

A nod and a smile.

Harry smiled back, a bit sheepishly. "You're going to have to pick it though. I don't know any Greek names."

Draco thought for a few moments, his thumb gently rubbing the back of Harry hand absentmindedly. "Neoma. It means 'New Moon'… Jasmine Neoma Potter."

"I like it." They both looked over to the caldron and smiled.

Jasmine Neoma Potter.

Dom could feel the tension leave his body as he sat in the 'shallow' end of the prefects' bath. The water level was just below his shoulders, and one of his elbows was resting on the edge, so Harry's book wouldn't get wet.

It gave an overly simple version of dream interpretations.

Black: Exploring your Darker Side of Nature
Door: A Shut off Part of Yourself
Forest: Coming to Terms with True Nature
Grass: Success or Growth
Night: Future
Silver: Magic and Feminine Masculinity
Surname: Paying Attention to Individuality and heritage.
Voices: Parts of Yourself that has been Forgotten

Dom blinked. He didn't like the sound of that. Definitely not comforting at all. He closed the book and threw it across the room in disgust.

"Fucking hell." Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he took a deep breath then plunged his head under the water. He closed his eyes and focused. Stretching out his magic he transfigured part of his neck into gills.

It was a strange feeling, and the effort of advanced wandless magic made his slightly dizzy, but this was how he relaxed. It helped his meditation. Usually he went to the bottom of the lake, the coldness made him numb, and that helped too.

This water was hot, and it made his head feel heavy.

Floating aimlessly in the water, Dom tried to clear his mind, but couldn't in the heat. He changed his neck back and swam to the top.

"Fuck it." He got out of the bath and threw a towel around his waist.

Only a few late students ran through the halls as Harry made his way back to his classroom. He was walking fairly slow, lost in thoughts of his daughter.

Jasmine Neoma Potter. The name was perfect, and she would be perfect.

"Professor Harry!"

Harry turned and saw Wendy Mazner, a sixth year Ravenclaw. She always stank of sex with various partners.

"Hi! Wow, I really like your hair like that professor." She rolled her hips and played with her hair, twirling it around her finger. "Umm. I don't usually do this." She giggled and Harry thought that what she was doing, or was about to do, she did a lot of. "But…"

She quickly licked her lips and pulled him down so their lips met. Harry didn't kiss her back, but the shock of it all prevented him from doing anything else either.

After a few seconds he came to his senses and pushed her away. Someone cleared their throat at the end of the corridor. Harry spun around and saw Dom with soaking wet hair and a closed expression on his face.

Harry was sure that Dom was shooting daggers at him from behind those glasses.

"Afternoon." Was Dom's cold word and he continued down the hall.

Harry cleared his throat. "Seventy five points fromRavenclaw and I'll arrange for you to have several detentions with Professor McGonagall, Miss Mazner, I suggest you go. Now."

She turned around and made a show of moving her hips as she walked. Harry rolled his eyes and went after Dom.

"Dominic, wait." Dom was already at the front doors when Harry had caught up with him. "Something's wrong, isn't it?"

"You mean besides you kissing a student?"

"Did I look like I was enjoying that at all, because I wasn't."

Dom shook his head. "Nah, you didn't. I just had a weird dream that's got me feeling weird, nothing really."

Hairy raised an eyebrow. "Fair enough. You know you can come to me right? I am an expert on weird dreams after all."

They both smiled and Harry started back in the direction of his classroom. Dom went out into the grounds. He didn't feel like going to class so he headed towards the lake.

During dinner, the Marauders got together for the first time that day. One of the main reasons they hated Mondays was that they were only all together at meals, and Sirius had missed Breakfast and Lunch that day and eaten at the kitchens instead.

"Where were you at lunch Padfoot?"

"Didn't feel like comin' down."

Dom ate silently. Now that he had spent a good half of the day meditating in the lake, he was able to act normal, and not let on that anything was wrong. He could see Harry wasn't as good as that as he was.

The conversation between the two lovers at the staff table looked slightly awkward, the kiss obviously was still plaguing Harry's mind.

"And where were you, Dom?"

"Overslept. Problem?"

"No. Not at all."

Remus looked up from his book, he looked uncomfortable. "Can I talk with you after dinner?"

Dom nodded before grabbing a steak. Sirius turned to James.

"We need a prank."

James swallowed hurriedly. "Yeah… Oh. Wait. I can't. Lily."

"Come on, Jim. I'd thought you'd given up on her, man."

"I can't. I've tried, but I just can't. She's too beautiful, and kind. I have to try not to prank people as much, Padfoot, I'd do anything for her."

Sirius laughed his bark-like laugh. "You two aren't even going out and you're already whipped."

"I am not whipped."

"You so are, Prongs."

James leaned forward on his elbows. "I'd rather be whipped with the woman I love, then to not know what it's like to feel whole."

"… You practiced that didn't you?"

"Yeah. Well it's not the first time you've said I was whipped, I knew you'd say it again and I had to be ready… Was it ok?"

"Sounded very romantic and professional."

James looked very smug and Remus rolled his eyes. "How long did it take you to think of that?"

"About ten minutes actually. Not long."

Remus rolled his eyes again. Dom shook his head slightly, drawing Sirius' attention. They smiled slightly at each other before returning to their meals.

After dinner Remus and Dom went to the grounds and sat on some large pumpkins in Hagrid's patch.

Dom pulled his robe closer around his body to fight the wind.

"I was just wondering what it's like. Being able to control the transformation and your mind after you've changed."

"It's very hard to describe, sometimes I forget I have advanced strength in Werewolf form. I only learnt to control it when I was ten, the power and enhanced senses are natural to the Wolf, but being in my right mind, it's a very strange and alien feeling. It feels almost… Wrong."

Remus nodded and looked at the castle. "Sorry if you don't want to talk about it. I've never known another non-human before. It's nice to know I'm not alone. There aren't any other Werewolves at school. Dumbledore only let me in because I don't have any parents."

"He had to let me in. It was too dangerous for him not to." Remus looked at him curiously. "Because I'm a mixed breed. They couldn't let the ministry get me, or for me to let the power go to my head."

That was, however, not the only reason. But Dom wasn't in any hurry to tell anyone about his father, and the power that comes with being his son.

"It's nice to have someone to talk to about it." Said Remus, "You may not be a full Werewolf, but you're the only person who'll understand. At least, I hope you understand."

Dom put a hand on Remus' shoulder and gave him a lopsided, wolfish smile. "I do."

"Hey, Put your wards down."

Dom waved his hand and was overcome with dizziness again as the wards fell. Sirius crawled over the bad and lay next to Dom propped up on his elbow. After a minute or two of silence, Sirius removed Dom's glasses to see if he was asleep.

"What?"

"Are you were ok? You disappeared today."

Dom turned slightly to his side. "Were you worried?"

"No, you're a big boy, you can look after yourself. I was wondering if you had that dream of yours sorted out, you seemed weirded out about it."

Dom sighed and closed his eyes. Sirius turned and put the sunglasses on the bedside table then turned back.

"It wasn't good news… I don't want to go to sleep. Just in case… That sounds really childish, doesn't it?"

"Nah, but I can stay with you if you like. If you tense up or something, I'll wake you."

Dom smiled and nodded. "I'd like that. And I lied to you before. When I said I don't need much sleep, it was a lie. I do, but it's hard to at night because of my Vampire-ness."

Sirius brushed some of Doms hair out of his red eyes. "Just try, you really need to sleep. Bags are not attractive."

Dom raised an eyebrow. "Good to know."

Rolling onto his back Sirius yawned. "So, what were you and Moony talking about?"

"I think he's just lonely, being the only Werewolf."

"Mmm. I can tell sometimes he's uncomfortable around us when it gets closer to the full moon. It's nice he has someone to relate too."

"Yeah. I wish I could say the same. You don't find many people like me. I'm a like a bloody… Species cocktail, or something. No one knows what that's like."

Sirius put an arm around Dom and pulled him into an one-armed hug. And Dom rested his head on his chest.

A/N2: This chapter's kinda boring. The river of inspiration has dried up (so to speak), and I've got writers block…again. I'll do my best to write, but I might have to skip the week to get to the Hogsmeade weekend. And I'll be slow updating, but I will be able to keep going on this story. Just…slower.