Title: Lunacy Fringe
Disclaimer: Harry Potter & Co. © J.K. Rowling
Warnings: Language, Slash, some questionable scenes laters on
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Hermione/Blaise, Severus/Remus, and others
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Lunacy Fringe
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Chapter One: Take It Away
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If anyone was pressured into saying how they felt about a secret crush, they'd deny, deny, deny until Judgement Day. Well... they would if they were a muggle. But if you were to ask a certain... werewolf, perhaps, he'd get glassy-eyed and start drooling with the six-foot-two potions master with shoulder-length raven hair and obsidian eyes that could pierce your soul. That potions master happened to be standing in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, making dinner for the few people that were there. Mainly, Remus, himself, and Draco.
Draco was one of those special cases, where they act all bitchy and moany until someone comes around and pulls the stick out of their arse so that the whining stops and actual conversation begins. Draco, Remus learned, was actually funny when he wasn't being a downright prat.
The reason for his lodging in the Headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix, was due to his "unhealthy compassion for the mudblood race"... or so says Lucius.
Remus had also learned, in his short stay, that Severus was his mate, and that if the potions master didn't stop leaning over to check the roast in the oven, Draco be damned! Remus was going to launch himself over the table and ravish him, a possibly commit the henious act of marking his mate.
It was only so horrible to the Ministry, who had forbidden such actions due to the mere fact that wizards and witches could be werewolf mates. If a witch or wizard was marked, then their senses enhanced and they became just as much a "chaotic danger" as any other werewolf.
"Sev, is the roast done? I'm STARVING," Draco whined. Remus laughed at the boy's antics to make dinner come sooner, but Draco had a point. Severus had been cooking the roast all day, it should've been ready by now. Remus was beginning to think that the man was purposely bending over to show Remus his arse, which Remus would mentally comment looked really great.
"If you would stop asking me that every five minutes, it might be," Severus snapped at his godson. Draco sulked. He was hungry, tired, and bored. And a bored Malfoy is a pissy Malfoy.
"So, Draco," Remus said, trying to break the lull in conversation. "What do you plan on doing after Hogwarts?" Draco gave him a droll look.
"Assuming I'm not killed, maimed, or otherwise fatally injured? I'm not sure," the blond boy answered in a shrug, leaning against the counter.
In truth, Draco hadn't seen himself living passed this war. He saw himself, in actuality, dying at the hand of his father while the sadistic pillock laughed and choked on his own spit.
Draco snickered at the thought of someone, mainly his father, dying by choking on his own spit. The snickering turned to a snort and Remus raised an eyebrow at the boy.
"Sevvy, I swear to Merlin that if dinner isn't finished in two minutes, I'm going to shoot you, stuff you, and mount you on my mantle," the Malfoy heir sniped at his godfather. Severus turned and slammed a steaming plate of roast and vegetables on the table in front of his spoilt charge.
"There, are you happy, you rude little prat!" Severus sniffed in disdain and sat at the table with his own plate of dinner. Remus smiled at the two's consistency. It was good to have something normal going on for a change. Normal was good. Draco just smiled at the black-haired man and tucked into his food. The werewolf shook his head and ate his own dinner, thinking of how he was going to explain their guest that was coming later tonight.
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Remus found the two Slytherins in the living room, both with deep in concentration. Severus was glowering at nothing in particular, and Draco was painting his short nails a very high-gloss black. Remus didn't mind that Draco painted his nails.
Or that, two weeks ago when Draco had nearl died of boredom and induced a rave that consisted of himself and a few tipsy house-elves, Remus had walked in the house to find flashes of coloured light ricocheting off everything and Draco on the coffee table, in the middle of his own version of Shakira's dance in La Tortura.
... Okay, so Remus had minded when he found an absence of Firewhiskey when the irate potions master had accidentally been walked in on by the werewolf.
Accident, my hairy, wolfy arse, Remus thought smugly as re remembered that day. He plopped down in a chair next to Severus and immediately, his senses were attuned to the black-haired man on his right and only him. He hummed a tune, making Severus smirk up at him.
"Do I even need to dignify that with an answer?" Severus asked as Remus continued humming Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd. Remus and he shared a look that Draco interrupted by flashing his nails in front of their faces. Each nail had either a hunter-green or silver streak down the center.
Really, if it weren't for the fact that nail polish smelled like a methanphetamine lab, Remus would have commented on the originality of the lacquered nails. He was saved by a cloud of black dust and emerald flames erupting from the fireplace.
"I cannot begin to express how much I hate doing that," a voice mumbled while the smoke and ash settled. Remus, Severus, and a pouting Draco stared at the person in the grate. The person looked up and went about furiously polishing the lenses of their glasses to view the other people in the room. Draco turned to the resigned professor.
"Remy, you didn't tell us we were having guests," he managed to choke out before collapsing in a fit of coughing from the ashes.
"Harry! I'm so glad you made it, Draco stop that coughing." Remus enveloped the small teen in a hug, ruffling the pitch black hair. Big hunter eyes stared up at the amber eyes of the werewolf and a lopsided grin graced Harry features before he gave a violent sneeze.
"Uhm, maybe you'd better go take a shower and get cleaned up. We can talk tomorrow, since it's nearly eleven thirty. G'night, Harry." The onyx-haired boy grinned and gave the wolf another hug before heading upstairs to a shower and warm bed, not even noticing Severus and ignoring Draco.
Draco made a strangled sound in the back of his throat as he stared after Harry. Remus patted his head and Draco looked up into the older man's amber orbs with his own mercury.
"Will he ever like me?" the blond asked. Remus just smiled and left, wondering the same thing about a certain raven-haired potions master.